Holiday Girl - Chapters 1 & 2 - Sex Stories

Holiday Girl - Chapters 1 & 2

... or speaking this isn’t an awkward moment. It’s like the threesome is suspended – like it is buffering – like it is temporarily building energy because we’ve all moved so quickly from meeting each other to undressing each other that we caught time off guard – it’s like we’ve knocked time off balance. We stand there unable to move, as if we’re actors and actresses in a porn video that Mandy has decided to pause. Then, after some incalculable amount of time has passed, she reaches behind herself and begins unzipping the back of her dress. It’s as if she’s made a decision about the next scene and it requires her to be naked, but she hasn’t yet decided hit ‘play’. Jason and I stand, mesmerized as Mandy’s dress falls effortlessly off of her into a heap around her high heels. I’m staggered. I don’t know how to describe her now. She’s like a blend of upper-class elegance, fuckable body parts, and impropriety. She looks scandalous – like she’d suck dick at the opera -- like she’s about to get DNA all over her prom dress. Her red panties fall into the red heap around her red high heels and I get tingles all over my body, like I’m a chalky Valentine’s Day candy dissolving in front of her. She still hasn’t unpaused us. Even if she did, I don’t know that I’d be able to move under my own power. By now I can tell that she likes us paused. It’s like a game to her -- like she’s got some sort of spell on us -- like she has us frozen in time – like she’s going to carry on the porno without us, ...

... using us as props. Time must be fragile, I think to myself. I think this because she’s moving toward me deliberately and delicately, like she’s moving through an orgy of people that exist only in her dimension and she doesn’t want to bump into them. She walks behind me and I feel her hands on my bare skin. Bare skin, of course, is what she’s after, so she begins unzipping my dress to reveal more of it. I imagine I’m the one who looks like the mannequin now, standing like a statue. She softly kisses the recently unzipped parts of me – my neck, my shoulders, my back. She is deft and sensual and patient. I close my eyes and enjoy the feel of her lips as she kisses her way downward. I can’t feel anything except her wet, gentle lips – not my bra coming unclasped, not my panties sliding down – just kisses as my clothes flutter off of me like butterflies. It seems that by the time I open my eyes I’m naked and on my knees in front of my boyfriend. Mandy didn’t quite guide me there, but I also didn’t quite end up there on my own. It was as if I’d jumped through time, or as if Mandy had snatched a couple of frames out of our porno so that she could keep them as trophies for herself. Jason moans as my lips slide around him. Audio. We’re no longer buffering. It’s like we’ve snapped back into motion and I can move again – well, I can suck dick, anyway. Somehow, though, my newfound ability to move doesn’t feel natural – it doesn’t feel authentic. I feel like a puppet – like a dick-sucking ...