1 comments/ 23215 views/ 1 favorites Seeing Red By: Nimrods Son It had been months since my one-night stand with Alyson Hannigan when, flicking through a magazine, I came across an article which revealed that she'd broken up with her partner, Alexis. Seeing that innocent smile of hers in the photograph stirred up the memories of that night, not that they were ever too far away from my thoughts. With the release of American Pie 3 coming soon, I was bound to be seeing her picture more often, and when the premiere came to town I read that she had attended, arriving with her co-stars and looking stunning. Deciding that I was obsessing a little too much, I set about getting on with life. It worked, but not for long. The band I had joined a while back were getting known better around the area and, with our reputation growing, we had landed a gig at one of the more decent venues. What Pete, our lead guitarist, had failed to tell us was that this place needed a last minute live act to avoid it being dead. Everything just seemed wrong to me, though the guys were fine. My voice felt poor and, although the reception we received was warm, the atmosphere seemed nonexistent. Between songs I suggested Pete take the next one so I could get some alcohol down my neck, topping it off with extra nicotine since I couldn't get much worse. Stood just off stage, scanning the crowd, my gaze fell upon the entrance, maybe I just wanted to get out of there. Those thoughts slipped away as I noticed three people coming in. All were female and looking sexy in their outfits as they filtered through the crowd, but the one on the left had me curious. It was as she turned and I saw her face that my stomach jumped. For some reason Alyson Hannigan had walked through the door as we played our first, and only, gig here. I gazed as she made her way around the club, only to be distracted as the last chords of Pete's song played out. Downing my beer I clambered back to the mike, not exactly ready for the next number. Following the set list again, the guys broke into one of our heavier songs. Having already seen onstage, Alyson didn't look up as she brought her friends onto the floor to dance. Perhaps it was the new voice she heard that brought her attention upon me. Her face was a picture as she stood still, eyes wide and speechless. The shock of recognition soon passed and her expression grew into a broad smile that sprang from innocence to wickedness as she resumed her dancing. She remained on the floor throughout the set, seductively moving her body in time regardless of the tempo. With the performance over, the rest of the band headed for the dressing room as I wandered to the bar. Alyson found her way over as my drink arrived, ordering one for herself. "You were great." She said, sipping from her glass. "Thanks." Sensing an awkward silence approaching, she turned her stool around to face me. "I'm sorry I had to run out that morning." "It's fine," I lied. "Someone had to leave." "What do you mean?" She asked, frowning beautifully. "It would've been even more uncomfortable. There's a reason they're called one-night stands." "I had no choice, I had work to do." With memories of the downside of our night together all too clear, I needed to change the subject. Offering to introduce her to the rest of the band, we headed for the dressing room. She chatted to the guys as I slipped away to the toilet, burdened with the need to clean my mind and empty my bladder. I had unzipped and already started as Alyson walked up to me, sliding her hands around my waist. "You want a hand with that?" she asked, her fingers already working their way around my shaft. It was a good job I'd nearly finished, since my cock was getting stiff with her touch. Shaking the last drops from my erection, she turned me around, leading me into one of the booths. Sitting me down and bolting the door, Alyson turned away from me, lifting her tight black skirt to reveal an absence of underwear. Reaching between her legs, she took hold of my cock and slipped it effortlessly into her wet pussy. "What, no foreplay?" "Don't want none." She replied. Lightly taking hold of her waist, I watched as she raised and lowered herself on my cock, soaking it with her juices. I slid my hands up and around her body, diving underneath the purple off-the-shoulder top she wore, to fondle her breasts; finding them as devoid of underwear as her pussy. I took my fingers to her clit, leaving one hand to tease her nipples, enjoying the feel of the silky smooth skin around her lips. Despite my reservations about there being people around, Alyson's moans grew in intensity as she reached climax; my cock feeling the effect of her pussy walls tightening. I felt both relief and frustration as she rested on my lap, with me still stiff inside her. "Shall we get out of here?" she gasped. Adjusting our clothes, we left the cubicle; slightly disappointed that no one was around. With just a cursory glance in the dressing room we headed out of the club, hailing a taxi from the pedestrian heavy street. Our ride in the cab began brightly, with our hands roaming over each other, though we ended it simply sat talking. Due entirely to drivers' constant swearing at the traffic in front distracting us from our attentions. Glad to be out of the taxi, not to mention its peculiar smell, we were still a few blocks from my place. Hand in hand we strolled along, continuing our conversation as she took in the sights of my neighborhood. "What's that noise?" she asked. Straining my ears I managed to catch the intermittent blasts coming from along the street. "Rock club." I replied. "Is it any good?" "It's where we rehearse and hang out..." Taking this as a yes, Alyson picked up her pace, almost dragging me in her eagerness. Getting in for free, the place was as usual for that time of night, strewn with bodies either in a drunken or sexual state. Lurching from room to room, we came across one where the music was more in tune with our mood. Finding a seat around one of the dimly lit tables, with the noise preventing any conversation we took in the scene and drank our beers. Staring into the room, her hand slid under the table, making its way between my legs. Leaving me squirming in my seat, she continued upwards, squeezing her hand between the skin of my stomach and the waistband of my pants. Her fingers had brushed the tip of my cock when, hearing the first strains of a new song, she pulled away quickly. "Ooh, I like this one!" she said, getting to her feet. "Do you wanna dance?" "Thanks, but I wouldn't want to put you off me." "Okay, you'll just have to watch then." She said, smiling at me. It certainly was pleasant viewing as she danced to the music. I hadn't been able to appreciate the way she moved her body from onstage earlier, but now showed me what I'd missed. The combination of bouncing hair, gyrating hips and hands playing over her body had me harder than I'd thought possible. In the middle of the dance floor she was putting on a show for me, and anyone else still sober enough to raise their eyes, knowing exactly how aroused it was making me. Even though I wanted the experience to continue, the end of the song couldn't come soon enough for me. I stood as she waltzed back to me, taking her hand and leading her out of the club. Flicking on the lights inside my apartment, I was relieved to see I'd left the place in reasonable condition. Showing Alyson the way to the bathroom, I threw a few old newspapers in the trash and got some beers from the fridge, to help steady the nervousness I still felt. It had gone quiet in the bathroom, the sounds of running water had ceased and I couldn't hear any movement. Wondering if she'd had a change of heart and squeezed her slender frame out of the window, I made my way through the bedroom towards the open door. Spinning around quickly at the sound from the other side of the room, my jaw dropped as I saw her. Reclining on her elbows, she was sitting at the end of my bed completely naked. "How do you want me?" "Where you are is fine for now." I replied, suddenly regaining focus. "Let's have you naked then." Stripping off in a none too graceful way, I knelt between her legs on the floor. Trailing my lips from her mouth, over her breasts and stomach to nestle over her pussy, my fingers reached for her nipples. I kissed around her thighs, working my way back to her mound as she reached forward, taking hold of my hair gently with on hand and spreading her lips with the other. I set my tongue to work exploring her sex from top to bottom, the cries escaping her only spurring me on as I paid special attention to her clit. Between sensing every one of her peaks as she writhed beneath me and hearing the moans when my tongue darted inside her, I wanted to spend the night in this position. Alyson had other plans, as she murmured so gently that she wanted me inside her that I could barely hear. I pulled back from her as she turned over and crawled further up the bed. Following behind her, I took hold of her hips before she could flip back onto her back. "Ooh yeah, fuck me like this." "That's the idea." I replied, moving into place. I finally had her in my favorite position and was determined to make the most of it. Feeding my cock slowly into her, I took my time with each stroke. Gripping the pillow as I slid in fully before pulling out to the tip, she pushed her ass back to meet me. The friction was having the desired affect on us both as I upped the tempo, much to Alyson's delight. Sliding her hand between her legs she cupped my balls, fondling and rubbing them against her lips with every thrust. Leaning forward over her back, I reached around to her breasts, taking hold of one as they bounced to the rhythm. Close to orgasm, she left my balls and took her fingers to her clit, eager to bring on the sensation. Letting my hips do the work alone, I took a gentle hold of her hair and pulled her head up. Making her pleasure at being handled slightly rougher know, her fingering grew in intensity. Using my free hand to grope her ass, I acted on an impulse; raising my palm and letting it land on the soft flesh of her cheek. Jumping in surprise, she soon wanted more and I was only too happy to oblige. Without my noticing, my thrusts had grown faster and, coupled with Alyson's excitement, was bringing me to the edge. Not wanting to come first, I took a tighter grip of her and put more strength into spanking her ass. "Harder baby, I'm coming." "So am I..." I replied, holding back for as long as I could. Her hand slipped away from her pussy as the climax hit her, forcing a scream to emerge from her lungs. I let go of her hair and, shot my load as far as it could go inside her. Alyson collapsed onto the sheets, leaving me to pull out of her after my last thrust. Catching my breath for a second, I bent over her still shaking body. Kissing my way up her back, from tattoo to shoulder, I rolled over next to her. Opening her eyes to find me gazing at her, she edged towards me. Wrapping her arm around me, she rested her head on my chest and closed her lids again. I remembered Alyson falling asleep, though not of doing the same myself, and woke to find I was alone in the bed. As I looked around the room, she came walking through the door. Dressed in a robe and drying her hair with a towel, she sat next to me once she'd seen I was awake. "I thought you'd gone." "No, still here." She replied. "So you've nowhere else to be?" "Well, I do have a plane to catch..." She said, turning her eyes away from me. Even though I was expecting this, every part of me wanted more. Taking a deep breath, I was about to ask whether she wanted a lift when she looked at me again, a big smile lighting up her face. "But it doesn't take off for three more days, so I'm all yours!" Seeing Red in Pescadero *This is the second part of "Dani's Songs", from the folio, "Thanks for the Memories." After succumbing to the warm, sensual welcome of her friends, a visiting fellow gets thoroughly claimed at dawn by the host. ** I wake up to the 2nd movement of Rachmaninoff's 2nd concerto. A digital clock says it's ten minutes to 4 in the morning. I burrow deeper into the red silk comforter, breathing deep of the lavender scent, rubbing my legs together. Why am I naked? I sit up and look around. Pin lights set on dim throw into focus abstract paintings in jewel tones. I am seeing patterns in the swirls and slashes of color. Here, a woman being taken from the back. There, a woman standing up, holding herself open for another woman on her knees. Slowly, the fog of sleep clears. This is not bordello. The events of last night flood into the mind. I am sucking at Gary's thumb. I am arching, meeting Lizzie's tongue as it penetrates my ass. Her fingers stuff my cunt. I roll over and thump the pillow. One night in America and I have turned into a slut? I burst out laughing at the ridiculous thought. I am not normally a drama queen. No prim and proper daffodil here. Asian looks may mask my fiery nature but I have enough awards for athletics and law enforcement to scare most men. Discovering Internet pal Gary is a 6" hunk, instead of Santa's twin, turned the world upside down yesterday. Fatigue and libido delivered me into the lips of his Vietnamese wife, Lizzie. A threesome. Sort of. So what? Not my first time. I spy a coffee maker by the bedroom dresser. Sipping my first cup of black poison, I mull over the situation. I don't really want to be tied down – to a bi-sexual, BDSM couple at that – at the onset of my fellowship year. In two weeks, I'll be living near Castro St in San Francisco. I mean to make the most of this year of freedom. And despite thrilling to Lizzie's tongue last night, my taste really runs to butches. But Gary.... I shiver. I want Gary. Gentle, kinky Gary who switches from top to bottom. Who, in his erotic stories, features a small woman calling him Papa. But I'm not ready for a package deal. Then it sinks in. The music.... Gary must be up. My guest bedroom is at the far end of the den/library on the upper floor of their Pescadero B&B. I snatch a thin cotton wrap and tie it around my neck. I brush my teeth and wash my face. A mirror shows the shadow of my nipples. Already they are thrusting against cloth. My thighs flash as I walk. Lust pricks my skin from nape to groin. As I open the door, Gary gets up from his desk. Suddenly, I feel parched. His ponytail drapes down his right shoulder; silver contrasting with the ruby red bathrobe. The robe brings out his blue-gray eyes and the darker lashes, lush enough to hold a matchstick. His robe gapes all the way to the waist, where it is loosely tied. Within seconds, his cock grows hard, tenting the fabric. Neither us speaks. For 30 seconds, nobody moves. Then Gary unties his robe, shrugs it off and walks slowly towards me. My pals press against the wall. It is excitement, not fear, that fills me. His cock is so firm it hardly sways as he comes near. It is long, half a foot in length. But it is the girth that stuns me, and the veins slithering across that pulsing shaft, and the huge bulb crowning it. Gary's chest has a thin cover of darker hair, shot with gray. But he is bare around his cock. His thighs and legs are smooth; nothing masks the muscles honed from hours of daily runs. I am 4'11. I cannot turn my gaze from the colossus approaching from across the room. We do not kiss. Gary just takes my breasts in his hands. For a few moments, he just wraps his fingers around them. He has huge hands. They cover my breasts. Then one forefinger and then another circle roll my nipples. Still, we are both silent. Gary unties the neck knot. I push my face into the upper part of his flat abs. My mouth opens. I suck at his skin. I lick. I suck. Gary is still. He doesn't move as I go on tiptoe to reach his chest. I run my tongue flat across a nipple. Up and down, left to right. Light and then firm, to make him feel the rasp. Again. Again. Then I tongue his nipple from under and press its tip. I am the one moaning. I draw it in, suckling, my tongue still swirling around it. Gary's hands slowly push my head off him. I rest back on the wall, panting. He, too, is breathing deeper. He reaches out. His hand is big enough it covers the entire side of my face, from temple to jaw. Then he gets down on his knees. I start to panic. I am Asian and a stickler for cleanliness. I have not yet used the loo. My juices from last night must have fermented. But it is too late to withdraw. Gary holds my thighs tight. His thumbs are just beneath my cunt. He presses the flesh open. The first thing I feel is his nose, his big Roman nose. He is moaning, pressing his nose round and round my pudenda. I am already wet. But I try. "Gary, I need to wash..." (Inside, I am shrieking... what a stupid greeting.) He bites my nether mound in response and there is the first gush. He gives another bite. And a third. The flashes of pain come and go. My cunt throbs to their rhythm. Gary presses his palm against me and grinds. His hand covers me. I surge at every squeeze, and meet his almost angry stare. He finally speaks. His growls. "I want you. When I want you, I want you. I want you now. I want you raw." "Some days I'll want you perfumed, dolled up." Fingers pry me open. "But I want your real smell. This!" His mouth takes all of me. The moan that erupts from my chest undulates for a long time. It is the rush of wind and water in a cavern. I fall. Gary catches my hips and brings me to the floor. His tongue never leaves me, forcing its way past my lower lips. It feels so thick, like having two fingers inside. The tongue slithers and probes inside me. I feel teeth against my vulva. His fingers keep on stretching my skin. Gary slides his tongue out and then in again. He slides it out halfway and plunges back. And then he rolls it around on the way out and sweeps against the opening. I am jerking but he moves to0 fast for orgasm to take traction. I scream as he jerks his head and slaps his tongue on my clit. Twice, thrice. But I cannot cum because that tongue sweeps down to the slice of flesh separating thigh from cunt. Gary's thumb starts sliding on the delicate strip that connects pussy to ass. Every slight pressure sparks a flame inside me. For five minutes, I teeter on the edge of ecstasy. I am cursing. I am begging. I am pleading to be pushed off the cliff. The only answer is his laughter. It is deep, sardonic, mocking, not the gentle laughter of my Internet pal, Santa. Gary stops teasing and leans across me. His hands cradle my head. He plunders my mouth, dancing inside like he did in my pussy. I taste myself. I taste the sea. I taste the earth. Gary elbows my arms aside when I try to hold him closer. I end up gripping the carpet. I raise my torso to meet his cock. I roll my hips, swivel and try to press my cunt against it. But he is too quick. He stops and turns me around so fast. Three quick slaps land on my ass. I cry out in shock. The rain of smacks continue. "You." Smack. "Do." Smack. "Not." Smack. "Set." Smack. Harder. "The." Smack. Smack. "Pace." Smack! Smack! Smack! I am crying. My butt is burning. And so are my breasts, pressed against sisal. Gary slaps my inner things. "Wider!" As I spread my legs, he thrusts two fingers into my pussy. He goes straight for the spongy spot inside and I open and flood. It feels like peeing but peeing doesn't spread heat. I can feel every ridge in his fingers. He makes sure I feel them pressing against my walls. He curls one atop the other as he withdraws, pushing on the sensitive membrane that divides cunt and ass before diving in again. I am a quivering wreck. I moan nonsensical sounds. I claw at the carpet. I beg. I whine. I cry, I feel the effect on my nose. I can only breath with my mouth now. And then I scream into the carpet as he thumbs my rosebud. He starts spanking again as the thumb slides in. I feel his fingers close around both sides of me with every smack. I start to wail. "Papa! Papa!" At this, Gary bends down and nips my shoulder. He is thrusting like a piston now. As his fingers withdraw, he bites around my back. There is no respite from sensations. A hazy thought flashes. His cock.... I cry out in shock as he pulls off his hand. But then he flips me over on my back. With one powerful pull, I find my legs draped across his shoulders. Gary bends and takes my clit. He sucks at it. The clit swells like a little cock and he sucks it like he would a male lover. I have never liked that before. But the extreme sensations earlier now allow me to thrust myself into his mouth. I rub myself against him. I thrust back with his every draw. Again and again he pulls at me. Again and again I ram my cunt against him. I egg him on. Again! I cry. Again! And this time he does not mind when I press his head harder against me. He is groaning. I see me squirting all over him, my cunt pulses so. "Tongue me!" I scream. He obeys and his nose slides against my clit as his tongue slips back in. My legs thump on his back. I tear at his hair. I rub my clit around his nose. Round and round as his tongue circles me inside. I squeeze his tongue, pulsate around it. I do not recognize the voice of the woman moaning. It is hoarse. Very hoarse. And deep, like a soft, sad blast from an aging ship. The woman commands, "Now. Fuck me! Bastard! Fuck me! Now! Now!" And there is an answering guttural cry from the man. I start to quake inside. I feel my walls swell. My muscles start to spasm. I cry out for Papa. I am a dam about to break. Gary twirls his tongue one last time. He presses it upwards as he jerks out. My waters follow him and erupt as the tip slides free. He shouts at the geyser, slides his thumb where his nose was and vibrates my clit as he presses his mouth back to drink. The orgasm explodes, ripping me from head to soles. Tears flow. I can hardly breathe. The only word I know is "Papa." I keen for him, again and again. As the last echo of that word fades, I see another spot of red. It is Lizzie, clutching at a satin wrap. She is still. The last thing I see before stars is her sad smile.