Episode 78: ZIPPITY HOOHAW

“I can’t believe I just touched daddy’s dick.”

Dakota McKellen bounced across the yard so excitedly she nearly tripped herself, recovering to rejoice even harder. Not even seeing Travis Herbert talking with the handsome Mace Belmont could ruin her vivid thoughts. “If that dork hadn’t rang our doorbell, I could have taken more of Daddy’s dick into my mouth without him knowing. I should punch Travis in the face.” Even in anger she couldn’t stop smiling. “I almost gave daddy a blowjob. Yay me! At least he didn’t catch me, I’m afraid of what he might have said to me. He’s still so against my going too far with him. He must be fighting really hard if he had to go take out his frustrations on Piper like he did.”

She closed in on the boys talking and relaxed her thoughts. Suddenly, Mace became her target, “Did Mace sneak in to see mom or me? It had to be me after I kissed him yesterday, right? So why didn’t he find me instead of being in mom’s bedroom and escaping from her balcony? That’s just so strange. Oh well, I’ll find out shortly if I can get rid of Perbert.”

“Hey Dakota.” Mace perked up from talking with Travis about what movies to bring to their get together Saturday night with the twins. Noting Dakota’s shirt unzipped his mouth instantly began to water. Upon seeing Dakota, Piper Cherry’s dog Rotten tugged on his leash to greet her. Lowering in step upon arrival Dakota pet the dog with a baby like verse of, “There’s my rubby bubby.” A lick session over her forearm sent Dakota to her feet to avoid any face licks.

“Hi Mace. Sorry for asking you for a ride again but daddy’s been drinking. He needs a while to sober up before taking Sable to get her braces out.”

“I can’t wait to kiss her after she’s a free woman.” Travis chuckled.

“That’s between you two. Don’t give me a visual.” Dakota winced grossly. Mace had to hold in his amusement. He too thought about Dakota kissing him yesterday and wondered if she might do it again once he dropped them off.

“Let me take Rotten inside and grab a shirt.”

“Don’t change your sweats.” Dakota had seen his arousal spiking. It was an odd thing to say but her eyes did sparkle.

“Ummm? Okay, I won’t.” A locked gaze between them created a momentary pause until Travis ruined it with, “What about Fast & the Furious? I have the whole series on DVD.” No hurry to reply, Mace just turned away slowly and guided Rotten back to the house. Looking over his shoulder he added, “Truck is unlocked. I’ll only be a minute.”

Travis boasting, “SHOTGUN!” took the lead, he could have the window seat, Dakota intended to sit right next to the driver. Opening the door for Dakota, she started her climb up when Travis huffed, “Are you wearing butt zipper jeans? Aren’t those against dress code?”

“Only if a teacher complains. Stop looking at my ass Perbert.”

“Only when you stop calling me Perbert. DUHkota!”

“You’re so childish.” She managed to climb in and scoot over as far as she could, lifting the center console upward to have room. Travis getting in found a good foot between their hips.

“You can scoot closer I promise to bite.”

“No way am I sitting almost in your lap.”

“Your sister does.”

“We may be twins Travis, but we don’t share the same interests in boys. I’m fine over here in the cute zone.”

“I thought you liked Angus. He’s cool now in my book. He punched out Knox for messing with my mom.” Dakota merely paused to consider the fact that Angus Furlong truly could be changing. Fidgeting until Mace returned wearing a Hellyeah t-shirt sponsoring the metal band she perked up, his erection was still evident. It had to be due to her, certainly not Travis. Opening his driver’s side door Mace noticed how close Dakota was going to be to him and puckered his lower lip. Entering he slid in and barely had enough room to fit between she and his door.

“I might need an inch more room.” He laughed.

“I don’t want to move closer to Travis, you’re stuck with me.” She flipped her tongue out at him. He shook his head and started his truck into a furious roar.

“We have to hurry the cable guy is coming at 9:30 and I need a shower, Aunt Piper will give me hell if I’m not here to let them in.”

“Awesome! If you have cable, we can watch pornos tomorrow night.” Travis laughed.

“I was thinking of that too.” Mace leered over Dakota at Travis with a fist bump, his arm brushing right against Dakota’s unzipped chest. Eyes flaring as his weight pressed against her nipples they began pointing straight out. “There’s one I used to watch called Zipper Whipper. Bogus title but super-hot.”

“I know that one.”

“We are not watching porn if we’re coming over.” Dakota sneered at Travis then eyed Mace’s arm retreating from her chest, her nipples an immediate draw of both boys’ eyes. Lowering her gaze, she realizes just how vivid her nips were in the thin navy shirt. Changing her mind at Mace’s attentive glare she made a bold statement. “Wait! Is that the one where the girl did this?” She pinched her shirt’s zipper and pulled it down as far as it would go then turned her back to Trav before showing Mace both breasts in their entirety.

“That’s the one.” Travis sat forward to see her cleavage but found her defiant.

“Oh, come on!”

“He can. Not you.”

Mace merely chuckled and backed out of the drive. His dick increasing in size battled to find room beneath his steering wheel. Dakota left her shirt open regardless of Travis drooling. This was for Mace. Tolerating Herbert was only out of her grand design. Amid the lure of her flirtatious eyes, it was hard for Mace to concentrate on his driving. Matters were going to get worse.

“Did you notice Dakota is wearing butt zipper jeans?”

“Serious?” Mace looked shocked. “Quit messing with me Trav.”

“It’s true,” Dakota bubbled, “I think Mom bought these for my birthday, but I found them early. Here I’ll show you.” She unhooks her seatbelt and turns around on to her knees in the seat. Forced to face Travis she leaned forward over the boy to offer Mace a good look at the zipper. In doing this her opened cleavage gave Travis a really deep plunge look clear through to her tummy, her tits dangling and saying look at us. Nipples and all! With Dakota looking identical to Sable and his sucking on her sister’s tits last night Travis was getting crazy in the head. Both heads!

She worried more about Mace in the instant peering back at him. Mace luckily had a stop sign at the exit of Hooter’s Crossing housing division and stopped to look at her tight ass right in his face. Feeling evil he reached over her and pinched the zipper head and pulled it down three inches until he saw her butt pucker and the highest point of her clam. Dakota squealed laughing at the knowledge he was going there. “Heeeeey! Did I say you could do that?”

“Sorry! I couldn’t resist.” He chuckled and left the zipper down. She repositioned and sat up straight not even giving Travis grief for staring at her tits. Once seated and her seatbelt reattached, she just beamed at being checked out. That belt was right between both breasts.

Turning into traffic Mace headed down the street in the direction of Horton-Dexter. Deciding music was needed to relax the sexual tension he reached over Dakota’s leg toward the stereo turning it on. Technically, he could have turned it on from his steering wheel programming but wanted to be active. Once music began, he skipped ahead four songs until finding one he liked, which was Arch Enemy’s song Nemesis. The snarling lead singer made Dakota wince not understanding it, nor the shock in realizing the singer was even a woman. Seeing her agitation Mace switched songs again. This round it was Mushroomhead’s tune Sun Doesn’t Shine. She seemed to like it better.

“Not sure what you like.” He leers at Dakota.

“I’m still deciding.” Her mind was torn, on one hand Angus, on the other Mace. In between within her chest ... daddy. Oh, he meant her taste in music. She liked metal but her exposure to various bands were minimal. Pretty much only what her friend Andrea played when hanging out. Bands like Five Finger Death Punch, and In This Moment. Her Dad played older metal from the 80’s like Motley Crue or GNR. “I like this song. Mushroomhead? Cool name.” She then looked directly at his tented sweats noting his cock’s curvature. Leaning into him she whispered, “Did they call their band that because of this?” A sly pair of fingers pinched his crown making his eyes bulge. Travis for once was looking out his passenger side window. Taking a chance, she slyly pulled out his waistband and repeated her pinch to his mushroom shaped helmet. Eyes darting toward Trav he let her continue, a grip to his shaft he had to stop her or lose control.

“Maybe.” He swallowed nervously. “I know a band you might like.” Using his steering controls, he scanned songs in his playlist to locate the band Kittie, their hit Brackish with a slight rap tone mixed in.

“Kittie?” She grinned after looking at the band’s name on his stereo.

“Do you think they named their band after this?” He dared to reach between her legs and barely rub over her pussy. She tensed up and trembled, eyes flaring at his change of heart participation.

“Maybe.” She batted her eyes then thought to herself, “Oh my God! Mace touched me there. I’m going to be wet all day now.” As his hand retreated, she fanned her knees dramatically to express her hormonal excitement. Mace chose that moment to ignore her. Pouting at his no longer showing any interest she just sat there watching the road. To her right Travis who had been staring out the window realized something.

“Does Sable have a pair of those butt zipper jeans?”

“I don’t know, maybe mom bought two pairs, one for each of us. If not, I suppose she could borrow mine.”

“Awesome!”

“Don’t rush Sable, Travis. Too much too soon might spook her.” Sissy had no clue how fast her sister was going. Comparing experiences, they were almost even now. Sable one up on Dakota by being eaten out.

“What?” He looked haunted, it was suddenly obvious Dakota didn’t know what he and Sable had done in nearly going all the way. “I ... shit!” Fear crept in immediately, he had never had a girlfriend before, so he didn’t truly know right from wrong. He didn’t like the stress so just shrugged, “I think we’ll be okay.” Dakota actually felt sad for him and patted his leg.

“Probably! She hasn’t said anything negative so don’t let me worry you.”

“I’m cool.” Not really, but he was believable.

Reaching Horton-Dexter, Mace once again pulled into the student drop off circle and let Travis hop out first. Dakota pondering on if she should kiss Mace again, students loitering outdoors with curiosity over yesterday’s event looked closely to see if she would repeat her performance. Looking at Mace he seemed distracted. Spotting a certain blond cheerleader he pointed, “There’s Lily. Tell her hi for me.”

“Lily? You ... like Lily?”

“Tina too.” He felt the need to be honest.

“Oh! I’ll tell them both you said hello.” Feeling empty suddenly she noticed someone to pique her interest too. “Yay! There’s Angus.”

Without another word she quickly left the truck and raced toward the Quarterback who stood looking all smug. He made certain he was out front today in case this punk Mace dropped his girl off again. Angus considered Dakota his, even after their talk yesterday. He just wanted to know who Mace was in sizing him up.

“Big fancy truck definitely has money,” Angus thought. “Broad shoulders, rugged good looks just like me. She didn’t kiss him at least.” He knew the cheerleaders were into Mace too so wasn’t extremely stressed. The girls were players just like he was. Angus had the world by the balls. For now!

Seeking to make Mace jealous Dakota charged through the clustered students literally nudging Toby Mellon and Maynard Smooth aside to storm Angus. Shirt zipper totally down and titties dancing in her charge she leaped into the arms of Angus. Throwing her own arms around his neck she kissed him really hard just as she had practiced with her father. Angus caught off guard held her aloft, hands on her butt cheeks, and the two made out to their bystander’s awe.

Toby puckered with respect until he noticed something. Tapping Maynard’s elbow, he directed his attention toward Dakota’s ass. In her earlier ignorance she had left her zipper lowered, her butt halfway revealed. Both boys thriving with their own lustful curiosity let others in on her revelation. Toby peering over at Mace still sitting there, his truck idling while watching her kissing Angus with enthusiasm just stared emotionless. Ego led by mischief Toby dared to reach over and gently drag Dakota’s zipper even lower trying not to let his evil inform her and ruin his buddy’s kiss.

Wincing at his mistreating of Dakota, Mace laid on his horn until literally everyone around Dakota stared his way. As Dakota broke her kiss she peered over her shoulder at Mace as if saying, “What?” Her heart racing at his possible objection to kissing Angus she realized her mistake. Lifting up her bookbag to show her what she left behind she groaned.