An hour later, the party is even drunker, and being
taken over by Joe’s new Wii gaming center. I’m at the back of the crowd,
fascinated by the levels of simulated reality. A familiar pair of lips descends
upon my neck.
“I
hope to God that’s Maddie.”
“Oui,”
she whispers. “Follow me.”
She
leads me to the master bedroom, then heads back to the door.
“Please
lock, please lock – ah! It locks.”
She
wastes no time but kneels in front of me and takes down my pants.
“Well!
To what do I owe the pleasure?”
She
takes me deep into her mouth, gives me a long, slow suck and then smiles.
“You
used the word ‘girlfriend’ in a sentence. Women love it when you use girlfriend
in a sentence.”
“It’s
always a bit of a surprise, the first time. It just sort of pops out.”
“‘Boyfriend,’”
she recites, then gives me a lick. “I am sucking my boyfriend’s dick in his
friend’s bedroom.”
“Now
in French!”
“Je
suis sucer mon ami de dick dans son ami de chamber à coucher.”
“When
you put it that way, it sounds dirty.”
She
takes me out and tickles my balls with her fingers. “We probably haven’t much
time, honey. When you feel like you’re getting close, I want you to pump this
thing into my mouth like you’re fucking me. I want every drop.”
I
look sideways to find us framed in a closet-door mirror, and it seems that much
filthier. A few minutes later, I hold my diva by the ears and stroke into her
like there’s no tomorrow. I hear a roar of applause from the living room and imagine
that it’s for me.
