Gnarly
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Episode 21: Silent Lucidity
Erotica Sex Story: Episode 21: Silent Lucidity - Gavin "Gnarly" Reese was a Guitar God. Deity in the making that is. A bold move to Chicago in hopes of a career in the Metal scene, his fresh start began with finding shelter. A brownstone full of hot women presenting itself he jumped at the chance. As rough and tumble as the Iowa farm boy was, he found himself smothered by pussy and problems out the ass. Who needed sleep anyway. When you're dead, right? Rock hard! Play hard! As his granddad once said, "TAKE YOUR PICK BOY!" That he did!
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Rough Gang Bang Group Sex Orgy Interracial Black Female White Male White Female Oriental Female Hispanic Female Indian Female Anal Sex Cream Pie Exhibitionism Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Squirting Voyeurism
“Did you get robbed while I was gone?”
Gnarly Reese looked up from his store supplied laptop to see the worse for wear Pinky Ware popping into the store from the back room. Watching her strut toward him, her breasts bobbing beneath her pink fur bra he cleared his throat. She held something behind her back but used her bouncy breasts to distract him from whatever she had.
“Yeah, actually. Someone bought that Molly Hatchet album I showed you earlier.” He smirked! “I sold it ten minutes after you left.”
“Riiiight!”
“Go look and see if it’s still out there. I swear I didn’t hide it.”
“Naa! I believe you. Want some lunch?” She lifted up a bag of burgers.
“Little late! My chef brought me some Indian food.”
“Who knows you work here? You just started. I know it wasn’t my cousin Katrina.”
“A gal down at the parking lot. We struck up a friendship after I parked. She plays guitar. How good, I can’t tell you.”
“You move fast, Roadie. Going to get my cousin’s number too?”
“You object if I did?”
“Nooo! Why would I?” She acted offended. He knew differently. She felt a connection to Gnarly like most girls did. She just played harder to get. Even though she masturbated in front of him at her manager’s home. She didn’t push sexually, but just hours earlier seemed jealous of her band’s drummer Jezebel James. The girl was an enigma.
“Good. I might need to learn sign language to woo her. Any tips?”
“Only one.” She flipped him off.
“If I did that to Katrina, she would be all over me.”
“Asshole!” She scowled! “Did you do any shirt design work between parking lots and parked ass?”
“It’s a stretch, but how about this?” He pointed at the laptop as she cozied up in front of him. Raising her skirt, she crawled up into his lap to check the image out. Wiggling her bare bottom all over his tented cock she laid back against him. His arm went around her waist to palm her belly and toy with her belly button jewelry.
“A milk carton? That’s your idea?”
“Yep! Let’s put the bands picture over Suzie there, with the caption Have you seen this band? Info below saying last seen at Naperville’s ... what’s the bars name again?”
“Addicted to Chaos.”
“Megadeth would be proud.” He puckered!
“Not horrible!” She tilted her head from side to side. “Maybe we can add ... Cum see us. We do your body good.”
“That’s up to you guys. I’m just sporting the ideas.”
“Sportin’ wood too. Sure, you don’t want to fuck me while it’s slow?”
“I’m sure. But you can sit here as long as you want.”
“Why did Stutter boy stand me up, Gnarly?” She fidgeted! She referred to her beau Rankin McCray of the local band called Stutter.
“No clue. His loss. Should we run this by Mavis and Ginger?”
“No. When Gramps gets back, we’ll walk over and talk to Katrina. Let’s at least get ten shirts made up. I’ll wear one on stage. Nothing else though.” She stuck her tongue out at him before catching him off guard and licking his nose.
“If it gets the crowd going, I say go for it.”
“Oh, I’ll get the crowd going don’t you worry.”
“I have no doubt.”
“I might even tie it up into a knot over my tummy after I redye my pubes pink.”
“And go without pants?”
“Panties too.”
“Bold statement.” He laughed!
“I’ll pin a shirt up over my camel toe and auction it off after the show.”
“I totally dare you.”
“If I do you have got to fuck me on the bar after hours.”
“I might invite a date.”
“She can watch. Join maybe.”
“We’ll see.” Laughing he hugged her from behind tightly. “No promises.”
“You know you want me, Roadie.”
“Like I said before, I never once said I didn’t. Just not until I decide the time is right.”
As they wrestled on his barstool Floyd Ware returned to see granddaughter nude from the waist down. He rolled his eyes. “If you do that when we have customers, you’re both fired.”
“I co-own the store. You can’t fire me, Gramps. I’ll just hire Gnarly back.”
“I can write you out of my will. Besides, whom pays the taxes on this place you or me?”
“Yeah! Yeah! We’re going to walk over and get Katrina to make some Milkbone t-shirts.” Pinky hopped out of Gavin’s lap and pulled her skirt down. “Behaving until I close the door. No promises thereafter.”
“Did I hire you to leave me hanging Hippy?”
“She can go, I’ll stay.”
“Nope! Stealing my employee. Burgers in the bag by the register.”
“Burgers?” Floyd grinned! “Better than that damned chef salad I just ate. You kids have fun.”
“I knew that would soften you up.” Pinky passed by Floyd patting him on the cheek. Gnarly shrugged and followed her hand in hand.
“You’re not marrying my granddaughter. Or my niece.”
“With this cock ring he thee wed.” Pinky snickered as she opened the door. Seeing her act dominant didn’t suit Gavin well. Just outside the door he swooped her off her feet and over his shoulder. Hand on her ass as she yelped!
“Carried you across the threshold. Now hush up before I gag you with your garter belt.” Pinky never laughed so hard.
Only three doors down he lowered her to her feet before entering. In retaliation Pinky gripped his cock hard through his jeans. “I DO BITCH.” Her sparkling gaze did come across as if diamonds. Hm!
Grimacing at the strength in her grip he growled, “I’ll use our marriage license to roll up a blunt.”
“Smokin’!” She chuckled while opening the door and releasing her stranglehold. Within they discovered not Katrina, but a thin man, snazzily dressed. It was easy enough to see that he was gay.
“Hey Shawn. Where’s my Cuz?”
“She’s in back printing an order. You can go on back. I’ll entertain your friend.” Shawn checked out Gnarly drooling all over himself.
“Sorry Rainbow Bright but I’ll be going with my wife.” Gavin snatched Pinky up laughing. She walked awkwardly beside him as they hugged their bodies tightly.
“You did not just get married without inviting me.” Shawn felt offended. “Bitch!”
“Relax! You know that you will be doing my flower arrangements when I do.” Pinky flipped him off over her shoulder. Leaning into Gavin she whispered, “He’s Kat’s best friend. She’s a fag hag. Not remotely bi though, she just doesn’t have many real friends.”
“Another valid reason you need to spend more time with her.”
“Why? It’s not like I’m going to convert her into being a metal slut.”
“You’re hopeless.”
Ducking in back Pinky abandoned Gavin and snuck up behind Katrina throwing her arms around the girl and grabbing her tits to be mean. Katrina panicked until she realized who it was. Signing the words “Don’t do that. I nearly peed my pants.”
Signing back Pinky laughed. “Sorry. Since when do you not wear a bra?”
“Since I felt like not wearing one.”
“You have no tits Bitch.” Pinky giggled! “All I felt was puffy nips.”
Flashing Katrina by lifting her cut off shirt revealing very small B sized boobies Pinky puckered while trying to stop laughing. Pointing beside them Katrina looked over and turned beet red. Embarrassed beyond belief she hid behind Pinky. Recognizing Gavin from earlier, she just wanted to die. It was a certainty that Gnarly had seen her tits.
“Tell her not to be embarrassed I’m fine.”
“You tell her. You’re the one that wants a date.”
“Be nice, Priscilla.”
“There’s that name again.” Pinky growled turning to face her cousin. Signing again, she recited, “Don’t be embarrassed. This is Gavin. He works for us.”
Shyly Katrina fluttered her fingertips at him before fanning her face. Gavin in return smiled and said, “Do you read lips?” In reply Katrina nodded with a sheepish grin.
“Just don’t talk too fast.” Pinky added!
“I’m sorry I caught you off guard.”
Expressing herself with her hands she essentially told him, “It’s ok. No sweat.” Her fingers wiping her brow to flick nonexistent perspiration. Pinky being Pinky lifted Katrina’s shirt yet again before she could stop her and rubbed her fingers beneath her breast.
“Nope! No sweat there either.”
With both barrels Katrina planted her middle fingers up to Pinky’s face. Shaking his head Gnarly knew he needed to make Katrina laugh or face her humiliation dead on. In a bold move he removed his shirt and patted his own pecs. Both Pinky and Katrina dropped their jaws.
“OMG! Here! Take my wallet. It’s Gucci!”
Shawn snuck up behind Gnarly and tucked it into the waist of his jeans. Everyone busted up laughing. Including Gavin. Only Shawn maintained a straight face eying Gavin’s crotch. “There’s two credit cards in there. They’re yours if you lose the pants too.”
“Not gonna happen.”
Pinky led Katrina closer and stormed Gavin’s waist attempting to unzip him. “Come on Roadie. Show them what you’ve got.” She then mouthed the words, “He’s humongous.” to Shawn.
“Count me in.” He too tried to help unzip him.
“A little help here.” He mouthed toward Katrina. She misunderstood and went for his zipper as well. “That is NOT what I meant, Kat!” Fighting them off until the laughter became manageable, he put his shirt back on. Calming the girls, he committed to their reason for being there.
“We want you to design some shirts for Pinky’s band. Can you do that?”
“Do you have a picture of what you want?” She signed! Gavin winked and used both hands to frame Katrina’s face. She blushed even harder.
“Yeah, that helps.” Pinky rolled her eyes. “We didn’t bother to print up a picture.”
“No. But, before you came back from lunch I used my cell to take a photo. I took one of your flyers that she can use to overlap the milk carton with.”
“Good job, Roadie.”
“Hand them over.” Shawn extended a palm. “I’ll use our computer and printer to double them up. Are we using the logo on the flyer?”
“Unless you can come up with a better one.” Gavin shrugged!
Pinky added her earlier idea of, “Cum see us. We do your body good.”
“How about I overlay crossbones here on the carton side? We can make the joints look like double dildos.” Shawn offered with a sly wink. “AI is a wonder to behold. Just like cheesecake here.” He dared to lightly caress Gavin’s bicep.
“I like that.” Pinky chuckled! “Do it.”
Another brilliant idea erupted from Shawn’s imagination. “How about Vitamins D.I.C.and K. in the ingredient list?”
“Maybe you should be our P.R. gay.” Pinky planted an elbow on Shawn’s shoulder.
“You two iron this design out. I’m going to head back to the record store.” Pinky followed Shawn back to their computer leaving Gnarly alone with Katrina.
Katrina pouted hopping in step nervously. Gavin noted her interest in him including her hard pointy nipples sticking out through her half shirt. She blushed, but bit her lower lip regardless. Signing she asked him that all important question.
“Are you Pinky’s boyfriend?”
“No we’re just friends. No girlfriend. I won’t lie though, I do date a lot.”
“Oh!” She mouthed silently.
“I would love to take you out sometime though.”
Her eyes brightened up. Hesitantly, she relaxed her gaze and signed with an opened hand fluttered from side to side as if iffy. “I will think about it.”
“You do that. Please don’t think badly of me for dating other women. I like being single. I play guitar and I’m trying to find a band. If I do, I don’t want to be tied down by a relationship. I hope you understand.”
She nodded with a sad expression. Noting her hands relocating to her back pockets he knew he might be losing her. She was hot. Even if they just hung out occasionally he would be happy. Motioning with a tilt of his head he prompted his escape.
“Walk me out?”
She smiled warmly and followed him through the shop. At a full body female mannequin similar to what he saw her dressing earlier, he stopped and acted as if he were talking to it.
“What do I have to do to get your boss to go out with me? Dinner? Flowers? I can do that. Body massage? Are you sure that’s not too much?”
Katrina giggled shyly and shook her head no. She replied by stepping next to a male mannequin and placing an arm around it. Pointing at Gavin she used her true voice as repressed as it sounded to say, “Should I give him a body massage also? Make him pay for everything first? Check.”
“Absolutely. On me. Well, once I see a few pay stubs.”
“I would love to be on you.”
“As you said ... I’ll think about it. Want my number? You can text me anytime you want.”
“Yes. My voice does not scare you?”
“Should it? Be yourself.”
“I might be a freak.”
“Oh? Maybe I’ll date the mannequin then. Wait that would make me a freak too, wouldn’t it? I can handle you just fine.”
A pen removed from her pocket she took his left hand and wrote her number down on his palm. Clicking the pen closed she pointed at his erection and told him, “Put it in your phone before the ink gets rubbed off.”
“You think so?” He chuckled! “It’s safe. I’m right handed.”
With a first offered up hug he awaited her to mold into his arms. Damn! She smelled really good. Her scent reminded him of his neighbor Julia. With a rub to her back, he let her go and cast his thumb over his shoulder. “I better go check on Floyd. In case he fell asleep.”
Three waves goodbye later, Gavin stepped out of sight. Katrina danced with her mannequin. He was a good dancer until he tried dipping her. She nearly fell over with it on top of her. How bad would that have looked? Poor Gavin. He had forgotten to ask about the parking spot behind her shop.
Forty minutes later Pinky returned to the record store wearing a black t-shirt with white spots splattered on it. A simple band logo on the front with the milk carton on the back. Her normal clothing was carried in her hand. She wore nothing but the new shirt.
Entering the store which miraculously had seven customers she twisted in step in front of Gavin. Floyd was still in his office digesting the burgers now that Gnarly was there to deal with the customer base.
“Do I rock this shirt or what?”
“Nice!”
Making sure nobody was watching she tossed her clothing at Gnarly and lifted the long t-shirt up to her chest and tied it into a knot. His eyes bulged at her extreme boldness. She was nude from chest to boots right out in plain sight. Doing a spin to show off she moved out toward the racks. The people there were five guys, two women. She hid from them, but moved about stealthily. Gavin nearly choked. She was crazy.
