Chapter 33

Friday afternoon at Sherri’s house was bizarre. An incredible scene of sex and lust for the average guy, but for me it was just frustrating and confusing. Something was going on with Sherri, or at least something had happened to Sherri, and I was somehow caught in the middle of it. I’d only just met her and yet Sherri seemed to hate me, to distrust me, to have a thing for me, and even wanted to taunt me and tease me and then laugh as I’m thrown into the street, cum streaming from her tits and her twat locked up tight. The girl was crazy, but no way I could turn away.

Of course this was somehow linked to what I’d done at Terri’s house way more than a year before, but I’d never even talked with the girl. Fern had good reason to walk away traumatized from what I’d done to her, but not Sherri.

Could be that Sherri was just a crazy bitch, pure and simple. No shortage of those girls in the world. It was possible that Sherri was a virgin, but no virgin could demand that I blow my balls on her bare tits and then lick me clean and grind her crotch into mine while taunting my manhood.

Crazy bitch or sex demon. My mind was left dazed and confused but also full of questions about what it all meant. No way but one way, so I texted every hour for the next two days. Nothing. So I dropped by that arts place again, asked around, and got some shrugs, though one guy said Wednesday afternoons was when Sherri usually dropped by. Not until after that did she get back to me. And not just a text but a real phone call.

It came down to this.

“What the hell, Louis? Going by my work? Jeez. You’re fucking cum hasn’t even dried on my tits and you want more? What?”

I almost threw my phone across the room in frustration, but I hadn’t paid it off yet and Sherri was far too interesting to let a little bitchiness get between us.

“Hey. If I remember right, you’re the one who wanted the cum on your tits. I would have been perfectly happy pumping a gallon between your legs, or maybe even a simple lunch at that diner.”

“Ha,” she shot back, “a gallon. Sure. You guys. So full of it. What do you want.”

“How about a simple date? Like we’d agreed to?”

“Really? A date? I’m surprised you want anything to do with me after last week. Felt good on my end but I thought I’d only pissed you off.”

“Yeah, well, if anything you’ve only caused me to want to get to know you even more.”

“Get to know me. Right. I know that one. Euphemism for fuck and cum.”

I was shocked at the anger in the sharp reply, but before I could answer, Sherri apologized.

“Oh, damn. Sorry. Maybe this is a bad idea. Running into you really wasn’t in the cards. You sure about this?”

“There’s a history between us, right? You’re angry at me for a reason and I’m the stupid one that has to figure it out. I know it has to connect with what happened at Terri’s. You and a bunch of other girls. Sure, Fern was at the center of it all, but she and Terri got through it and can pretend at being my friend. What’s with you and me? What happened?”

“Yeah, that thing at Terri’s, but also everything that happened before that and then everything that happened after. No, it’s not something you personally did to me. Nothing you can go back and change and I can’t explain it. Just call me a bitch and hang up.”

“Nothing doing. We’re going out to dinner. Friday night. Dress nice. I’ll make it special.”

Sherri balked and refused, bargaining with me for lunch on Wednesday or maybe breakfast Saturday morning with a couple of her friends, but I wouldn’t budge. When I told her that if she didn’t agree to Friday night, I’d come by her store and warehouse in person and make a lot of noise, she agreed. Friday night. Dinner. Or else. With a girl who seemed to hate me. My kind of date.

It was a surprise to hear nothing more from her but a quick text on Friday and when I drove by her house, Sherri was ready. Hopped in the car, this time wearing a knee-length form-fitting green dress and sandals. The top portion of the dress was mostly lace, leaving the top and sides of her breasts easy to see, pale white like the brightest of full moons shining through dark clouds.

Not really large, like those girls with giant tits and needing fat bras and straps to hold them up. No, but full and firm and resting high and beautiful, lightly encased in lace and worthy of being seen by the world. I knew her breasts by sight and feel and yet still I wanted to stare and make comments. Somehow I kept my eyes on the road and my mind and mouth on how her parents were and how school was going for her.

Then I pulled up to my apartment building. Sherri tightened when I opened the car door and finally did a dead stop when we got to the stairs leading to the apartment I shared with Jack.

“Wait. I thought we were going out. You know, to some place, for dinner.”

Sherri looked seriously shocked but I’d expected this.

“Yeah, but Jack’s gone and I had all the ingredients for lasagna. Not too bad. A bachelor’s special with bottled sauce but including fresh spinach and bread baked in my own oven. And with a promise to drive you home the second you tell me to. I get that. If you feel uncomfortable, just walk out the door and I’ll bring you back. Tonight I just want to get to know you. I think its obvious we have a lot to talk about.”

Sherri was hesitant, requiring a hand behind her back to help her up the steps. I joked about only having a quarter bottle of wine to split between the two of us but that, if she felt threatened, I could always empty it into the sauce instead. That got nothing from her. I could tell Sherri’s mood had turned dark. Something was wrong, like her being afraid that I was going to rape and murder her, and it turned out I wasn’t far off.

We half-argued all the way to my apartment door, Sherri wanting to go to a fast-food place or maybe just a walk in the mall. I assured her of my good intentions. Did I want to lay and slay this redheaded tigress? Absolutely. The sooner the better, but I was also willing to play the long game and really would have been happy with a simple meal and a long talk.

When I opened the front door Sherri looked in as though she were expecting a dragon to greet and eat her. Arms clasped, face tight, I could tell she was more than just a little stressed. Again I tried to joke and make light of the situation, but that’s when she erupted and chaos took over.

“Hey. I know it’s just a dingy old apartment for two single guys. Not the cleanest, but Jack and I wash the dishes every week, though we only use soap and water once a month.”

Sherri never broke even the semblance of a smile but she did take a step inside. Yet before I could close the door she began to laugh. Not a fun laugh. A high pitched kind of deranged laugh as she moved two steps further into the apartment.

I joined her, more afraid for her sanity as her laugh trailed off. Then Sherri turned on me, her face tight and maybe just a little menacing.

“You’re gonna fuck me, aren’t you Louis. We’re gonna fuck. I knew the day would come. I knew it. Like it was inevitable, me walking into your place just so you can screw me and pump in your fucking gallon of cum.”

She slapped me. I was just standing there, an arm up but without touching Sherri, my face perplexed. I hadn’t said anything when Sherri slapped me and then slapped me again and again, each slap being punctuated by her wild words.

“Come on Louis.” Slap. “You got me here.” Slap. “You’re gonna fuck me, so do it.” Slap. “You like cuming in a girl’s pussy, right?” Slap. “Why wait until you’ve shown me your bedroom.” Slap. “Fuck me you coward, you pervert. Fuck me now.”

I’d accepted the slaps, my mind too stunned to think of blocking or hitting back. Yet even as I walked backwards and felt the sting of her hands and accepted without argument the accusations being thrown out, I also heard pain. Sexist asshole jerk that I was, I also heard a good amount of pent-up desire. I didn’t understand it, but instead of throwing Sherri out or trying to argue with her, I admitted to her unfair taunts and acted.

“Come on, Louis. Fuck my pussy. You know you want to.”

Slap.

Only I blocked this slap, my face red and burning from the half dozen other blows I’d taken. Then I blocked Sherri’s other hand and pulled her into an embrace. The kiss I’d intended almost led to her biting my lip off, but that didn’t deter me.

I’d noticed that her beautiful dress had a simple zipper in the back, and by holding her tight, trapping her in an embrace, my hands were able to unzip and loosen the entire top portion. Then a simple trip backwards, sitting Sherri on the couch, and as she fell back, I pulled down and easily peeled off the top front, exposing Sherri’s incredibly beautiful breasts.

She brought up a hand to hide her nakedness and started to turn away, but I forced her back toward me. I leaned into her, holding one shoulder while my mouth lightly bit her neck then going low to suck on her firm tits and nipples. She fought me, slapping my shoulders, but the fight was for show only. Sherri knew what was going to happen and accepted her fate. Yet the taunting continued, trying to shame me, calling me out for doing what we both knew she absolutely wanted me to do.

“Nice tongue, Louis. Don’t get much tongue like that on my nipples. Suck. More. Suck my tits. Tits. My tits. You know you want them. Can you taste any of the cum you blew on them last week? Didn’t wash them all night. Just slept with the scent of your semen filling my room. I love doing that, letting guys cum on me and then not washing for a day. Sick, right? Kind of my kink, letting guys blow their first load on my tits before rolling me over for a long night of fucking. Gets me high, all that semen. If you wanna fuck me then you better suck them.”

Sherri’s words were crazy and obviously meant to taunt and hurt me. To hell with her. I was happy to accommodate the girl, pulling her close and devoting my mouth to her outstanding breasts. I really was amazed by how hard and long her nipples were, giving soft bites with my teeth before then sucking and soothing them with my tongue.

I wanted more of the girl, of course, but as she taunted me and slapped my shoulders, Sherri also bent down and bit my neck and slapped my shoulders some more, all the while pushing her chest up to my mouth while telling me what more I could do with her.

“Suck them. But don’t you want to fuck me? Why stop with my tits, Louis? Fuck me. You know you want to fuck me. Fill me with your cum. You know you want to. Don’t stop with my tits. Fuck me. Fuck me.”

I finally broke. I raised my head from where I’d been devoting myself to loving and caressing Sherri’s beautiful breasts. I was going to kiss her, suck in her mouth and tell the bitch to shut up. But then I paused. Just for a second, seeing Sherri’s angry face, her eyes filled with a mix of anger and pain and lust, tears still running down her cheeks.

So I kissed her, my hands holding off her ineffectual fists. Softly, each lip given just the touch of my tongue, soft kisses with minimal suction, just trying to show the girl that she meant more to me than just a fuck and a cum-dump. As I pulled back to look at her again, she raised her head to mine, giving a hard hungry kiss to my mouth, sucking on my lips and forcing my tongue to dance with hers. A long hungry kiss, punctuated in silence when she wrapper her legs around me.