Topsy Turvy Kinda Love
lips wrapped around me right now. I feel possessed by my need for her, and I can’t explain it. I need to get it through my brain that Mia will never belong to anyone, especially me, and she’s just doing me a favor teaching me how to pleasure someone. But if she’s really just teaching me how to pleasure, then why is she offering to suck my dick too?I crawl up the bed and flop down, dick up, as requested. My length stands large and proud, perpendicular to the rest of my body, waiting for her next move. She moves over me, breasts swaying, and I swear to God my dick reaches out to her of its own volition, silently begging her to move faster. A small soft hand reaches over and runs up and down my length.
“Sweet mother of everything that’s holy in life, Mia. Your hand wrapped around me feels like heaven.” She smiles up at me briefly before leaning down to take me into her mouth. I won’t last long. The sight of her angelic cotton candy hair bobbing up and down on my length, combined with the warmth surrounding me, I’d be a saint to not hold back. The groans and moans as she licks, sucks, and nibbles on me are definitely not saint-like. Neither are the impure images pounding my brain and making me want to bury myself so deep in her that tears form in her eyes from the desire and need pouring through us.
Where in the hell did that thought come from?
A spark of electricity runs up my spine, and my balls tighten against me. I’m so close. Light spots flutter in my eyes, and a blinding explosion erupts through me. I feel my come shoot against her throat, and she swallows every last drop of it. I’m still shocked she swallows. I would think most girls would find that disgusting, but it’s sexy as hell.
For the next couple of days, we move like zombies in the night, just coming or going from work. Crossing paths, but never really coming in contact. Topsy Turvy has been busy. Cornell is back in session after fall break. I can’t believe it’s October already, and the leaves have started to change. The cold will soon be moving its way in for another long winter. I don’t mind the cold.
My eyes fall to the door as I hear the lock click and watch as Mia slips in. “Fuck a duck, it’s cold out there.”
I wrinkle an eyebrow. I’ve never heard that phrase before. “What does that mean? Why would you fuck a duck?” I ask.
“It’s a phrase, Brooks. Kinda like shit on a stick or cold as balls?”
“Oh, interesting. So, you don’t really mean fuck a duck? Because if everyone said that, then a lot of ducks would be getting fucked, and that’s just weird.”
“Oh, boy. No ducks were harmed in the making of that phrase. Feel better?” she says shaking her head and laughing. She removes the scarf covering her neck and removes her jacket. “Someday, I’ll teach you my way with words, Brooks. Someday.”
“I’m going to hold you to it.” As soon as I say it, the oven dings. It’s our first day off in two days. I know she’s off too because of the calendar she leaves on the fridge. So I decided to run to the store and grab food, making us chicken parm for dinner. The smell of mozzarella cheese and basil permeates the air as I walk into the kitchen to grab it.
“Wait.” Peering into the kitchen behind me she inhales deeply. “Do I smell dinner?”
“Yep, made some chicken parmesan.”
“Where in the hell did you learn to cook?”
“Living with Wyatt. He was always with Kaylen, so I taught myself to cook. Fast food gets expensive when you’re doing it every single day of the week, sometimes twice a day. Plus, I didn’t want to lose my boyish figure and all that.”
She smiles and it lights up the room. “You get more interesting by the day, Brooksy.”
We sit in silence as we eat. Her delight over the food makes me happy. I’ve never actually cooked for anyone before so it’s another first for me. It’s a small gesture, me simply providing for my girl. “Mmm…This is really good.”
“I’m glad you like it. It’s my first time trying Chicken Parm.”
“Another first… save some up for someone else too. Don’t give me all of them.” My response is a nod, but I’ll never agree to that. Truth be told, I’m already growing feelings for her whether I want to or not. I’ve been in lust with her since the first day at Topsy Turvy, but that’s my own secret, never to be shared with her.
“Right, you’re just teaching me sex. Nothing more, nothing less.” Lying between my teeth makes me feel dirty, but it’s what she needs to hear in the moment.
“Exactly, speaking of. We’re both off tonight. What do you want to do for the evening?”
“Why don’t we get to know each other better and then maybe try sex?” I hate that my voice sounds hopeful, but I want to do this already. Have her naked and panting below me. I want to get to know her too. Isn’t that the advice Willie gave me? Get to know her, woo her, and don’t just go for the sex…
“Sounds good to me. Let me digest this delicious meal first, though. It’s kinda like swimming after eating. You gotta wait thirty minutes, can’t just dive right in.” We finish our food, and I take our plates to the kitchen. As I’m washing them, Mia slips in and hangs out pouring us drinks. “Wine okay with you?”
“Yeah, sure. I’ll take whatever—white or red.”
She finishes pouring the second glass just as I sit the last plate in the drying rack. We make our way back to the living room, and I grab the remote and click through Netflix. Scrolling through the options and settling