2 comments/ 33844 views/ 8 favorites Bonnie Cuts Loose By: Smokey125 SS24: "Bonnie Cuts Loose" Bonnie Cuts Loose Bonnie began learning all this about herself right around the time she closed her second decade, coincidentally the same few months she started getting her personal arrangements in order and setting up the private living quarters she so desperately wanted. Her parents had a pool, so in the summertime most of her free time had been spent there. And on non-school nights she liked to stay up late, secretly waiting until they'd gone to bed, adjourn outside in her bathing suit, but then take it off, and skinny dip. Oh, it felt so refreshing and free to her, to achieve the practically forbidden feeling of immersing the entirety of her skin beneath the clear, rippling surface, in the simultaneously cool and warm water, without the constraint of a bathing suit caging her breasts and pinching at her bush. She'd keep the bathing suit nearby just in case someone should come outside, but virtually never needed to panic and yank it back on herself. She loved to sink underwater, then lower her head, face up, float on her back and let her teenage boobs bob up and down over the surface. It was the most fun and also the biggest secret she kept as an adolescent. She felt sad about the pool among many other reasons when she moved out, though her parents still received a lot of visits from her from May through September. And if she got to be a doctor one day, she could definitely afford her own pool. Prancing about her own home in her birthday suit was great fun itself, except when an unexpected visitor showed up at the door. The occasional neighbor or solicitor or census taker (or Witness) heard a lot of faint "Just a minute!"s and "I'll be right there!"s and "COMING!"s upon arrival. She thought about ordering pizza and accepting it in the flesh when it came, and the idea entertained her so much she started giggling uncontrollably. She thought it might give the delivery person quite a thrill—not that she was trying to be immodest—and maybe even make their day at the parlor when she ordered from then on. The drivers would fight over who got to deliver it, she thought, laughing. Oh, that sounded even more egoistic, but who cared. And she loved her medical office, but she couldn't help but wish she got to work from home so she could essentially earn money for being naked. And that thought almost always led straight to considering a very different employment opportunity, involving an audience, a stage and a pole. But that was one vocational path down which she wouldn't be wandering. That too was fun to fantasize about, but even should she have the desire and the guts to try that, it wouldn't work out very well. She'd get too self-conscious, and then she'd get too aroused. The show would still probably be pret-ty entertaining one way or another, she pondered with a chuckle, but, eh...no. The medical center office compensated her pretty decently, and Denmore was helping her along with grants and student loans, so as long as she kept up her diligence, it seemed she had nothing to worry about. Her home sort of resembled a standalone equivalent of a studio apartment, a little bigger, but roomy enough for her belongings and regular nude dancing around. Sometimes moving the span of twelve mere feet inside her house, she'd jeté and pirouette her way along, for no other reason than that she simply could. Bonnie's neighborhood was a nice residential suburb, in the middle of a mess of streets running so straight and perfectly perpendicular to one another, a giant game of tic-tac-toe could be played on the dwellings. She was at the end of this block of her street, 800 Copper Drive, at the intersection of Copper Drive and Kit Kat Street. While she'd lived here a year and a half, it was a sizable block, and she didn't know a lot of her neighbors—not that she was a social wallflower, but most of her free time at home was spent doing something important and consequential like schoolwork, or something inane and frivolous like eating and sleeping. She kept meaning to meet them, but meaning to and actually doing it were two different things. Bonnie'd been waiting for the merry, merry month of May for a while. Winter usually spilled over into April, i.e., spring's rightful territory, but even it knew it was time to go eventually. Literally since last May 1st, there was something Bonnie had been planning to do. Well, she hadn't exactly been planning it since then. One year ago today—she remembered because of the warmer May weather—the initial idea was planted in her mind. At the time she laughed, deeming it utterly ludicrous, and promptly dismissed it. But when June, July and August arrived one by one and the idea kept bobbing up in her mind like a buoy, she thought it less silly. Why can't I stop thinking about it if it's such a dumb idea? she thought. September, October and November passed in succession, and her mindset shifted to, well, it's a little cold now, but not only does seems it so silly anymore, at this point I could actually almost see myself doing it. She spent chunks of December, January and February not only seriously considering it, but also adding little details and offshoots. By March it was almost impossible to get the idea off her mind. By April she had the entire plan mapped out. The whole time at work, on this interminable Friday, she was anxious and excited. The doctor, RNs and other trainees noticed, but didn't think anything of it, choosing instead to presume, Oh, she's just having a good, happy day. At quitting time, she bid them a casual, matter-of-fact daily goodbye, ta-ta, sweet dreams, what have they, and she kept her cool all the way until she got in the car. And then she proceeded to drive home in exhilaration. Bonnie Cuts Loose VAGINA: Yes...hand?...Get down here. ImMEDiately. Now blind with raging passion, Bonnie sat up against the tree, facing away from the houses. She was unable to believe how blatantly HOT she was. It was 74° outside, and she was sweating profusely. It was spreading to every part of her. She probably could have used another blanket or a towel or something to lie down and masturbate on. She hadn't thought of that. Oh well, she didn't care. Her pussy lips needed no digital foreplay; it was ready. She parted her legs, opened her drenched cunt and ground her fingers inside. She wished more than anything right now she had laryngitis. It took every ounce of willpower she could muster not to shriek her song of vaginal joviality. She felt her fingers jolting doses of goodness through herself with every thrust. She strained, clenched, and even made the risky gesture of stamping her feet on the ground to expel the aggression that wasn't allowed out through her voice. Whew...thank God this is a big tree! She grimaced and cringed, trying to plunge yet deeper and reach her g-spot. Oh, this was rash. She could not guarantee remaining quiet if that billion-dollar g-spot got involved. But she didn't know when she might ever be able to experience this dimension of Pleasureland again. Oh, God...should I? She knew what her vagina's vote was, and she knew what her brain's vote was. Her heart was too busy smashing an eventual cavity through her chest to think. It looked like this time she'd have to break the tie herself. Sorry, brain, she thought, clamping her left hand over her mouth, I can't pass this up. YESSSS! exclaimed her rejoicing pussy victoriously. AND I WIN! HELL YESSSS!! Her vocal chords were indeed activated by the magic g-spot, and she did everything she could to muffle and suppress them. She no longer cared what her legs and feet were doing. She was sweating her figurative ass off. Her pussy was ablaze, and she could swear there was some smoke rising from her breasts as well. She couldn't stand it anymore. The obligation to keep her trap shut and not let any sound escape was too much pressure. She had to have her release, and somehow keep silent. It wasn't easy with the clinging, nagging reality of the situation interfering and disrupting her climax, but she managed to stave it off her mind and bring herself closer and closer to the edge every second. She just had to tell herself not to think about it, and just hope to God she could keep her voice under control. Don't think about it don't think about it don't think about it don't think about it doOOOOHHHHHHHH!! At last, the stupendous orgasm mercifully hit. She couldn't remember anything close to an orgasm, past or recent, that compared to this. The waves of flaming passion swallowed her, engulfed her, and rocked her, like a hurricane, one by one. She failed to discern if she was actually screaming right now or not, and what was more, she actually failed to care. OKAY! Okay! That's...that's good! That's enough! her dizzy mind thought. No more now! Please! That's too much! No more! She let it run its course, fizzle out like the fireworks show it indeed was, and her body surrendered. Don't fall asleep, she warned herself, trying to bring her hand up to reach her face and smack it. Don't fall asleep don't fall asleep don't fall asleep don't fall asleep don't fall asleep... She forcefully raised her head off the ground to stay conscious. She had to blink about a hundred times, grab herself by the cheeks and vehemently shake her face. Who knew how long she'd be out if she did drop dead there on the ground. No, to say that falling asleep wasn't an option was an understatement. She wanted to grab the blanket and just throw it over herself so she could just take a nice long nap, but she...she just couldn't...couldn't... Oh, dear. And she thought her biggest problem would be keeping from screaming. She reached for the blanket to pull over herself. Her eyes fluttered. Oh no, she thought. It's too powerful, I can't fight it. It knocked me out. It's not even wanting to or not wanting to at this point; I cannot stay awake. Oh, God, please don't let anything ha—... Her head dropped back down to the ground. Bonnie Cuts Loose EYES: Mmm, we think she's his chick...looks like they're arguing. VAGINA: Aw! You mean he's not jerking off anymore? HEART: Oh, I hope she's not too mad...I hate when people fight. EYES: Hold on, hold on...maybe they're not arguing. VAGINA: What do you mean? What are they doing? EYES: It looks like he's showing her what he's looking at... ... VAGINA: ...Yeah?? EYES: I—...is she smiling? BRAIN: Say WHAT now?? HEART: She likes it? VAGINA: Oh my God...clit hardening... BREASTS: What's she doing now?? EYES: ...Looks like she's...she's leaving. VAGINA: Huh? HEART: I hope she's not too angry with him. EYES: Wait, wait...she's coming back. And she's...what the...? VAGINA: What? What is it? EYES: We...we think she's got a chair. VAGINA: She's sitting with him? Oh my gosh, you mean they're gonna watch it together?? EYES: Maybe...sh—...what's she doing?...She's...she's facing him, and... HEART: ...And he's facing her?? EYES: Um, actually, no...he's staying right where he is...and they're looking at the screen... VAGINA: ...And...? EYES: Oh my God. VAGINA: What? EYES: Are you kidding? HEART: What?? EYES: Are you kidding us? BREASTS: WHAT??! EYES: Are you freaking KIDding us right now?! VAGINA: EYES! EYES: Sh—...she's jerking him off! VAGINA: SHUT up!!...Is she...is she doing anything with the other hand? Is she tickling his balls? Or caressing his chest? HEART: Oh my goodness, I'm fainting...I don't know whether to flutter or shatter. VAGINA: What's she look like?? EYES: Uh, she's blonde...and hot...and blonde. And HOT. HAND: Wow, I'm gonna be sore for days, but I don't care, it feels so good in here. VAGINA: Oh God, You are divine, aren't You? EYES: We...we are just—we're mesmerized. We can't look away! FINGERS: You think that's bad? We might as well be sewn to Bonnie's pussy right now! VAGINA: This is the most awesome thing that has ever happened to anybody, ever. EYES: OH—oh, they're—they are, they're kissing! HEART: Awwww...that makes me really sad and really happy at the same time... BRAIN: You know what? I am, I'm just gonna head home, completely on my own. You guys have fun. Bye now. VAGINA: Eyes! What house is this?? What's the address? EYES: What? W—...we don't know! VAGINA: What do you mean, you don't know?! EYES: What do you mean, what do we mean?? We DON'T KNOW. The addresses are on the fronts of the houses, not the backs. HEART: Well, we should be able to figure it out by counting the houses back home...I think. Right, brain? ... HEART: ...Brain? EYES: Brain??... HEART: ...She's gone. Our brain's gone. EYES: Oh dear, now we've gone and done it. We've officially lost our mind. VAGINA: All right, don't freak. I'm sure if we just have another orgasm, she'll come back. HEART: Y'know, vage, I would say you have a one-track mind, but it's not like that's big breaking news. Bonnie rubbed herself vehemently again, watching Steve and his girlfriend inside. She tried to rub and thrust herself as hard and as fast as it looked like the girl was stroking his cock. She wished she didn't have to be peeping in on them to see this. A million questions were running through her mind in relation to their manual fornication. How soft was the girl's hand, how velvety or spongy was Steve's penis, how hard was it in her palm, was it throbbing, how intensely, was he close to coming, was she gonna come, would he stroke her after he was done...Bonnie sighed. It was a strange situation. She was watching the guy she really liked being jerked off and kissed by a super-hot girl, and on the one hand, she was really disappointed that he was taken, but on the other hand, she'd never be more turned on in her life. Being bisexual could be tricky, she thought. The rain had tapered off considerably—in fact, it had lessened to only a light drizzle, but none of her body parts noticed. Her hand was wet and stained to the wrist. Small bubbles of bliss were forming and popping in her pussy. Her nipples were so hard, someone could have made engagement rings out of them. Her legs were getting sore again, so she shifted position, quickly spread out the blanket, sat down flat on her bottom and resumed her jilling off. Her heart was slamming through her chest. If she were to come watching this, she wasn't sure there'd be any recovery. She didn't know if she could ever proverbially go back home again, as it were. She wished she had a dick and she could get someone to stroke it so she could feel what Steve was feeling. It was obvious from his face and the angle of his head the girl was making him lose it. Bonnie could almost hear him moaning. Yes, she thought she could recognize the signs from the demonstrative jerk-off videos she'd watched on her computer. Oh, she was dying for his hot come to fire out of his almost purple, pulsating cock. Please come, she mentally begged. Please come for me. Pretend it's me sitting there with you. She stifled a little giggle at how ludicrously immoral and perverted she was being, but she couldn't help it. It was... EYES: ...Wait a minute. VAGINA: W—...wh—...what? EYES: ...Uh-oh. HEART: What's the matter? EYES: She just looked up. HEART: GASP. VAGINA: She saw us?? EYES: She's looking right at us! VAGINA: Holy hell! RUN!! Bonnie knew her movement would definitely give her away, but she'd already been caught. The mace and flashlight were wrapped in the blanket, so she grabbed up the whole thing, scrambled to her feet and raced home as fast as her sore legs would go. EYES: Damn it! We shouldn't have pushed our luck! HEART: Oh God, are we gonna be arrested? VAGINA: Not if we get home and inside before they know what happened. Hopefully it was dark enough they didn't see everything. EYES: Okay...let's not panic. They had a lamp on, but it was about fifty feet away. For all we know they thought we were a deer. LEGS: Right...right...let's go with that. VAGINA: Yeah. I don't think we're in huge trouble. If anything, I think we just confused them. I really don't think they're gonna call the cops or anything. At least, I sure hope not. EYES: You don't think someone already saw us before and called them, do you? 'Cause we did see that one cop car go by. VAGINA: I don't know...just get us back. FEET: We're going as fast as we can! EYES: There it is! We're home! HEART: Thank God. She zipped to her back door, leaned down, wedged the key in, shoved the door open, wrenched the key back out, shut it and locked it.