Dating Confessions by You "You pushed everyone away so you could feel sorry for yourself on your birthday."
Dating Advice from . . . Animators by Chantal O'Keeffe Q: Is there a way to enjoy the primitive game of cat-and-mouse without crossing any lines? A: There's nothing wrong with a little chase, but if the mouse starts picking up ironing boards and frying pans...
We walked together along Duval. The patios were loud with girls. People drank from big plastic cups.
I followed the guy down a laneway and into a yellow hotel. It was made of wood, three stories high. Side by side, we soared up the stairs, through a dim papered hallway and into his room. The first thing I noticed was a hot plate on the dresser. A king-size bed was piled with sheets.
The guy let go of my hand to close some curtains. The heat that had been in my ass turned to ice. "What do you want to do?" I asked fast.
The guy opened a bottle of rum and took a long swig. Then he passed it over. He was watching me, smiling, that same fat-lipped beam that had gotten me here. I took a swig and passed it back.
"I'm a little nervous," I admitted, finding his eyes. I didn't know if they were gray or green.
The guy sat on his bed. I felt a hot breeze.
I turned, faced the drapes. Relieved, I think, not to look at him.
"Why don't you take off your bottoms," he said.
My heart beat in jumps. I turned, faced the drapes. Relieved, I think, not to look at him.
I pulled the cover-up over my head. My bathing suit was still stuck to my skin. My fingers tried to get under the elastic. It was as if my ass had started to swell and the panties couldn't fit over. It took a while to peel them off. The bathing-suit bottoms got stretched around my thighs. I wiggled and tried to push them down more. Then I just stood there, swaying, thinking I was standing still.
"That's good," the guy said. "But you can really show me your ass."
I wasn't sure what he meant. I felt weak-kneed, prickly, high in a fresh gust. My bathing-suit bottoms were strapped at my knees.
I heard the sheets, then his feet, then a few quick hoarse breaths. The guy took either side of my waist and bent me over like he was breaking a stick. He pinched my ass in his hands and spread me wide open. The guy left me like that, asshole clutched, head to the floor. He sat real close at the edge of his bed. I saw him smiling upside-down through my thighs.
A balloon was puffing up my cunt. I still felt his hands where I had to take mine. I spread my ass like he'd just done. All the hair and darkness lodged in there. I knew the guy was watching my pussy, too, it was hanging there pressing, sopping wet. I stood stuck and swaying, desperate to fuck. I started to moan. I was jiggling around. I'd never showed myself to anyone like this. He let me be there a really long while. Until I relaxed. Until I felt like my ass was my face.
Suddenly, I burst into tears.
I heard the guy underneath my sobs: "Come here. Turn around."
"Wait, I have to tell you something," I said, standing up quick. There were black spots moving in front of my eyes. "My ass feels funny, it's turned into my face."
The next thing I knew, I was laughing so hard. We were both on the floor. The guy's pants were down. My tits were coming out of my bikini. I was bucking around on top of him, telling him how I wanted to fuck. He was saying, wait I'm going to eat out your ass.
Rolling around on the carpet, my back smacked flat down. He held me there, just one arm had me pinned. The guy lifted my legs, hung them over his shoulders. I saw his head descend like the sun.
"Why've you been hiding your kinky little ass?"
I squeezed my eyes shut the moment it happened. The scratch of his beard, his wet lips down my crack. The guy moved his head from side to side, splaying my ass cheeks wide with his face. His tongue reached my asshole. I screamed. It went in. I lifted myself up on my elbows to see. He was feasting on my fucking behind. I was fainting inside. Each push of his tongue made me hump up and cream.
Next day on the beach with the new Houellebecq, I felt sluggish, giddy, my pussy still hot. I stared past the oiled-up girls to the sea.
There were black spots moving in front of my eyes. "My ass feels funny, it's turned into my face."
This dude in pink sunglasses came up from my left and started giving my tits and legs the once-over.
"Bunch of us are going to Sloppy Joe's after sunset . . . " he said kind of anxiously, eyes peeled to my crotch.
I shifted my ass on the towel for him. The guy's stomach was bare, his balls probably shaved.
"They got half-price beers and daiquiris."
My bikini bottoms were sucked up my crack, pussy and ass one single line.
"So . . . you wanna come?" he persisted.
"Sure. I'll come."
"A-one!" he shouted.
I noticed the bulk of his back as he jogged away.
We'd passed by Sloppy Joe's last night. Girls were dancing on the picnic tables. It was two more streets before we got off Duval. The laneway, the one-hit, the yellow hotel. After the sunset, I knew where I'd be. n°
