Pippa on the Bench

The swinging slows. Stops. I let myself slide down. I’m sitting on the dusty worn ground. I get up and cross the park, forgetting my sandals. I find an old bench to sit upon. Across the street is Anna’s apartment. The late afternoon sun blasts her bedroom window. I try to remain calm. I try to gather the courage to go up.

Anna in Golden Light

I went up to Anna’s apartment. I knocked on the door.

“Come in, it’s open,” Anna called out.

I went in.

The living room was empty.

I made my way to the bedroom. I stood in the doorway. Anna was on the bed, sitting up, naked in the golden light. From her expression, I couldn’t tell if she was pleased to see me. Maybe she had been expecting someone else.

I stood in the doorway, not sure what to do.

“Don’t just stand there. Come here and kiss me,” Anna said.

Anna and Pippa – Anna’s Glass

We’d been kissing awhile when I noticed Anna’s glass.

“It’s almost like we’re inside it,” I said to Anna.

Anna laughed. “Or it could be inside of us.”

I thought about this for a moment. “You’re so naughty,” I said. Then more kissing.

Anna’s Butt Plug

Anna went off to pee and I took a closer look at the glass.

“Is this a, uh, butt plug?” I asked when Anna came back.

Anna laughed. “No, silly. It’s way too big for a butt plug.”

“That’s what I thought,” I said.

“But I do have a butt plug,” Anna said. “Want to see?”

She took it out of a drawer. “A friend gave it to me,” she said.

“That looks awfully big, too,” I said.

Anna smiled. “It is, but it feels awfully good.”

“It does?”

“Want to see?”

I must have looked doubtful. “Do you mean on me or on you?”

Anna grinned. “Don’t worry. First I’ll make it super slippery with my kiss juice. Then I’ll push it ever so gently into your puss until it’s completely covered with your girl cum. Then I’ll work it slowly, slowly, slowly into your hot little asshole. When it’s all the way in, the barest breath on your clit will make you come like you’ve never come before.”

I came like I’

Pippa Draws Prayer Out of Thin Air

The news was bad.

“I hate guns,” I declared. “I hate alligators. I hate hate.”

“I know but what are you going to do, pray?” Anna asked.

“I hate religion most of all,” I said. Then I took a sheet of the rough stock and a handful of crayons from chest at the foot of Anna’s bed.