The Prince of Punk Rock (35 page)

Laughter rolled out of her mouth
and she held her belly.
 
He was
completely serious and had no idea how comical he was at times. It was very
endearing.

He handed her back the guitar
strap.
 
“Get back to work and stop
teasing me, you scamp.”

He turned to leave but she caught
his arm.
 
“Where do you think you’re
going?
 
Don’t think you’re gonna come
into my work room, entice me with your love bites and then just leave.”
 
She pulled Tommy close to her by the top of
his open jeans.
 
She ran her hand up his
chest and over the curve of his shoulder.
 
“Same goes for you, coming in here looking like an Abercrombie &
Fitch model.”
 
She lowered her lids
halfway and gave them each a vexing smile. “A girl can only take so much.”

Angel watched Tommy kiss Jessi and run his hand over her naked
breast.
 
He was never interested in
heterosexual behavior, but there was something about watching Tommy and Jessi
together that turned him on.
 
Maybe it
was the way Tommy made her shiver and moan.
 
He brought her intense pleasure, and she never showed restraint in
letting everyone know, including the neighbors who undoubtedly got more than an
earful.

Before Angel met Jessi, he had never seen a naked woman up close,
without the filter of a television or movie screen.
 
He was equally disturbed and curious at the
same time.
 
Jessi was shaved clean –
waxed, more likely. She was as smooth as a hardwood floor.
 
There was no camouflaging her girly parts.
 
It was confusing.
 
The soft pink rosebud at the top was
interesting, but the ugly sagging skin underneath it was ghastly, and it
reminding him of the nape of an old woman’s neck.
 
He tried not to look, but sometimes curiosity
won over.
 
He’ll never forget the first
time he saw her vagina.
 
She was on her
knees with her butt in the air and Tommy was going in for a rim job, or eat her
from behind – he really had no idea what Tommy did down there.
 
As soon as Jessi got to her knees, folds of
wrinkled skin opened and revealed a bright pink orifice.
 
It was glistening and dripping with
wetness.
 
It was narrow and looked a bit
intriguing, but the rest of it was frightening and he quickly looked away.
 
Eventually he got used to it.
 
In fact, he could look straight at it now
without grimacing.

Jessi was a beautiful woman with an attractive body and he stared at
her shape with curiosity.
 
He reached out
and touched her waist, then slid his hand over the curve of her hip and let it
travel over her abdomen.
 
She was slim,
and her stomach was flat and tight.
 
She
stopped kissing Tommy and looked down at Angel’s hand on her belly.

He quickly retracted his hand. “I’m sorry.
 
I just wondered what your body felt
like.”
 
Her nipples stared at him like
two small torpedoes. He scratched the back of his head and bit his lower
lip.
 
“Is it OK if I touch them?”

“My boobs?”

“I never touched a woman’s breasts before.”

She sat up on the bed in a lotus position and gestured to her open
crotch.
   
“Is there anything else you
want to touch?”

“No, thank you.”
 
She was a
minx.
 
He shielded his eyes with his hand
and looked away.
 
He hated that her thing
always stared him in the face, but he really didn’t have much choice. Her bare
cooch let her shit hang out for the whole world to see, even when her legs were
closed.
 
Originally, he expected to see
light brown hair down there, which would have contrasted sharply with the deep
pink hair that dusted her shoulders, so shaved clean was probably best.
 
No fashion faux pas for Jessi.

She put her shoulders back and put her breasts proudly on display.
 
“Go ahead.
 
They’re all yours.”

“Ah, excuse me.”
 
Tommy strummed
his fingers on his bicep.
 
“Doesn’t
anyone want to know how I feel about it?”

Angel held his breath.
 
He should
have asked Tommy first.
 
After all, she
was his wife, but everything was still new to him and he wasn’t really clear on
all the rules. “I . . . I’m sorry. Is it OK?”

Tommy’s brooding stare and hands tucked firmly under his arms,
displayed agitation. Angel was about to apologize again, but Tommy nodded.
 
“Alright.
 
Go ahead. Touch them.
 
I won’t get
mad.”

Angel was a little uncomfortable and nervous.
 
He didn’t know how to touch them, and ended
up poking one of Jessi’s breasts with his index finger.

“They don’t bite, A.
 
If you want
to touch them,
touch
them.”
 
Tommy
took Angel’s hand and cupped it under Jessi breast.
 
He squeezed it a little.
 
It was soft and spongy.
 
He always wondered why straight men obsessed
over breasts.
  
They were nice, but they
weren’t a big deal.

As Angel stared at Jessi’s naked body, he began to wonder about
heterosexual sex.
 
It was a curiosity
that intrigued him. He imagined trying it out with Jessi, and he lowered his
head and laughed quietly.

“What’s so funny?” Jessi asked.

“Nothing.”
 
He waved his
hand.
 
“It’s . . . I just . . .
nothing.
 
Forget it.”

“If you have a question, you can ask me, Angel.
 
There’s no reason for you to be shy.
 
Look at us – we’re in bed, together, naked.”

“Well . . . I was just wondering what it was like to sleep with a
woman.”

Tommy burst out laughing.
 
“Are
you asking me if you could fuck my wife?”

“No! I’m just curious, that’s all.
 
I always wondered how much different it was from butt fucking.
 
I don’t
really
want to try it.”

Jessi snuggled up against him and kissed his neck.
 
“I would be honored to be your first.”

He shrank back.
 
“Stop it. I
didn’t . . .
 
I wasn’t . . . ”

Tommy put his hand between Jessi’s legs.
 
“She’s already soaked.
 
And it’s warm.”
 
He put his mouth to her pussy, only for a few
seconds, but it caused Jessi to fall back on her elbows and moan.

Tommy pulled Angel in for a kiss,
but as soon as Jessi’s scent on Tommy’s breath hit him, he turned his face
away.

Tommy laughed. “Really, A?”

“Yes.
 
Really.”

“I think you should do it,” Tommy
said after a long pause.

“Do what?”

“I want you to fuck Jessi.”

Angel didn’t laugh or recoil this time.
 
Maybe it was the authority in Tommy’s voice that awoke his curiosity, or
his willingness to obey. “Are you sure?
 
I don’t want you to be mad afterwards.”

“Didn’t I just tell you to fuck my wife?
 
Why aren’t you doing it?”
 
He smiled sadistically.
 
“Do I need to punish you?”

“Oh, yes.
 
Please do.”

Tommy pulled Angel onto his side and smacked him on the butt with his
bare hand.
 
It was a sharp sting that
sent his erection sky high.
 
“Maybe you
should give me one more to make sure I learned my lesson?”

Another stinging slap made the blood rush to Angel’s head.
 
“I love it when you manhandle me and tell me
what to do.”

“Then get to it.”

Jessi didn’t have time to think or react.
 
She wanted to be with Angel before he changed
his mind.
 
She was dripping wet, just
thinking about it.
 
She turned Angel’s
face toward her, and gave him a long, seductive kiss.
 
She pulled him on top of her.
 
He was hard, and she could feel him pressed
against her leg.
 
She wanted foreplay,
but he was already trying to enter her.
 
She reached down and grabbed his cock in the palm of her hand and
stroked it, but he wasn’t interested.
 
He
took her hand away, pushed her down on the bed and entered her.
 
She was open and receptive, but her body still
strained to accommodate him.

She was afraid he would be rough, like he was with Tommy, but he was
gentle.
 
She knew he was worried that he
was hurting her.
 
Maybe because of the
way she was grunting and moaning, but she was already on the verge of
coming.
 
She wrapped her legs around his
back and hung onto his neck.
 
“Harder,”
she cried out.
 
“Fuck me harder.”

He thrust himself into her with such force, that it made them both
bounce off the bed.
 
She came almost
immediately, but he continued.
 
She began
to cry out with a mixture of pleasure and pain.
 
Her insides shuddered and spasmed, but they also burned from
friction.
 
Just when she thought she
couldn’t take it anymore, he collapsed on top of her with a loud grunt.

She rolled her head to the side and looked at Tommy.
 
He had his wet dick in his hand.
 
“I’d never thought I’d get off watching
someone fuck you, but that was fuckin’ hot.”

Jessi still couldn’t move.
 
Her
inside was pulsating and raw.
 
She was
covered in sweat and struggled to catch her breath.

Tommy climbed on top of her and kissed her neck.
 
“Now it’s my turn.”

“Already?
 
Don’t you need to wait
a few minutes?”

He shook his head and rotated his pelvis into her.
 
She felt his erection, hard and sharp against
her body.
 
Most men wouldn’t be able to
handle the strain of having two sexual partners on a regular basis, but not
Tommy.
 
The man never had an off switch.

Tommy slid inside her with one quick push.
 
She jerked upward and gasped.
 
She was sore.
 
But Tommy’s slow, gentle rhythm soothed her.
 
She lay back down and let him make love to
her, until her body responded to his tender rocking.
 
A wave of stimulation made her insides
tingle.
 
She arched her back and grabbed
a handful of his luxurious hair.
 
She
panted and gulped mouthfuls of air. As soon as Tommy put his lips to her neck,
she came.
 
She clasped her fingers around
his hand and squeezed it as her body heaved through an orgasm.
 
She was spent and had no energy left, but
Tommy wasn’t finished.
 
His breathing
grew heavier and his rhythm intensified.
 
She watched him and he gazed back at her.
 
His eyes disappeared into their sockets for a
second, and then he let out a long sigh.