Whirling, dancing, shaking,
bumping, twisting, thrusting…
she loved the dance!
She didn’t need a partner….
She was communicating with the music and the rhythm.
Her jeans hung low on her hips – her low cut blue brocade blouse along with her bare feet gave her the freedom to move. She had flung her shoes off immediately as she took a seat at the bar and ordered the first of many beers. She was a free spirit with a hearty lust for life. She loved everything and everyone.
Her latest flame kept her interest piqued by loving politics, her and men. He was gay by nature, but wanted to keep her with him as a muse. She couldn’t know at first how hurt she would be or how his never ending affairs would require of her things she’d never imagined that she’d do. Things like three ways – two guys and her, taking nude photos for money, hitch hiking across country, selling Mexican pottery in the middle of the desert, going to countless drag shows, drinking so much beer….
Shit. She felt like having a beer right now… and it was only 11:00 AM! The start of her shift. She belted down a shot of tequila and popped open a cold one. She let the cool liquid follow the path of fire down her throat. A path of hurt and regret, a path of disappointment and unrequited love – Butch. The man who tore her a part, made her do his bidding to land the guys he fancied in their bed. She was crushed, defeated. There would always be some other man he wanted. He would never get his fill of sex in the bathroom, sex on the patio, sex in the car….
His prick was hard, but the cute Nature Boy they had just picked up was flacid, uninterested, but willing to try. They both went down on him with no success. Kristie strapped on the dildo, greased it up with one hand, wiping the extra lubricant on Butch’s ass. He was face down on the bed excited about the prospect of being fucked by her. Nature Boy and Kristie exchanged glances each knowing full well that they were both there for Butch’s pleasure.
The Boy grasped Butch’s cock as she entered him. His eyes were sparkling with enthusiasm, “I didn’t know you had it in you,” he said as he melted into a frenzy of lust. Kristie thrust into him hard releasing her pent up frustration and disappointment. The smell of feces permeated the room and then Butch came into The Boy’s hand. She withdrew the dildo from his throbbing ass which was covered in a mix of dark brown shit and lubricant. She stifled the impulse to gag as Butch lovingly unstrapped her from the device and went into the bathroom to clean up.
Nature Boy was frozen in a quandry of discomfort, but now he was fully erect. “Disgusting,” she whispered as he quickly mounted her and pumped his cock into her in five short bursts. He came as Butch happily re-entered the room holding the clean dildo. His smile quickly turned to disappointment when he saw that he had just missed the event he had been anticipating.
Butch kissed her full on the mouth, “God! There’s just no one like you in the world!” he proclaimed. She doubted that as she thought of the countless other women who had to comply with their husband’s, father’s, brother’s or even their son’s demands.
Later in the big claw foot tub, she and The Boy take a really long hot bath… singing, making jokes, washing each other, laughing, and even farting under water! They changed the water three times. She could relax with this Nature Boy. She appreciated the friendship. She scrubbed his back and wrote out messages in the soap suds, “Guess what this says?”
“The letter “A.”
“Now This…?”
“Beautiful,” she spelled out.
“…and this?”
“Friendship,” she smiled.
She rinsed him off. He washed her hair. They washed and played for hours. At the end when they were both “old” from being in the water for so long, they dried each other off in the steamy candle light.
The next day Nature Boy bought her a ticket home… leaving Butch alone to figure it all out.
Standing at the counter washing glasses, she flashes back to reality. “I am just a woman,” she thinks to herself and opened three bottles of beer for the regular customers who had just walked into the bar.
(First published 11/2/11)
