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Stars Inside of Her

Stars Inside of Her              
             
Pamela              
John what would you do if I played footsy with you?              
             
[She stretches her legs under the table and shuffles my feet between hers.]              
             
John              
Well I’d get turned on. That’s what I’d do.              
             
Pamela              
That was my intention. But let’s talk low. We’re in a crowded cafeteria. And we’re part of an evangelical Christian group. Though I haven’t heard you talk about Jesus much. That’s just as well since my interests lie elsewhere too.              
             
John              
Can I be honest with you? I’m not much into Christ either.              
             
Pamela              
Well why did you join us then? I think you’re more interested in girls than God. Are you a Goddess worshipper? LOL              
             
John              
You might say that. I also love the stars. Are you going with us to the fire tower to stargaze?              
             
Pamela              
Of course you silly goose. I wouldn’t miss it for all the tea in China. I love watching the sky on a cold winter’s night. It’s supposed to get below freezing tonight. But with you there I’ll stay warm.              
             
John              
Do you think the rest of the group is onto us? One guy implied I was part of the group just to meet girls.              
             
Pamela              
He’s quite right. You know this jambalaya is tasty. Here let me feed you some.              
             
[She reaches out her fork with a chunk of sausage. I lean forward and take it in my mouth.]              
             
John              
Mmmm. That is savory. Very spicy. Could you serve me another bite?              
             
Pamela              
Here you go hungry man. But I’m saving the rest for me. I suggest you consume yours. I’ve got plans for us tonight. You’ll need those calories.              
             
[The group huddles in the bed of a pickup truck. They use a tarp for a roof. My wayward angel lays her head between my legs. I look down at her illuminated by a flash light. She sticks her wet tongue out at me with her eyes fixed on my gaze.]              
             
John              
You look comfortable.              
             
Pamela              
Yep. This is the best spot in this truck. I’m right where I want to be.              
             
[Our truck rumbles down the road into the countryside. We park by the road shoulder. Me and my songbird run across the road to the gated fire tower. We slip through gate and climb up the steps.]              
             
[She stands below me with her face level with my groin.]              
             
John              
Do you like the view?              
             
Pamela              
It’s better than seeing the heavens. I’ve got stars inside of me as well as outside.              
             
John              
Hey whisper. The others are almost here.              
             
Pamela              
You know John, I wouldn’t mind getting kicked out of this group. It isn’t my style or yours. Give me a kiss now. Make it a tongue one. This will be our swan song with Chi Alpha.              
             
John              
Here we go my love! [Our tongues twirl beneath the starry skies. The others come but say nothing.]              
             
Pamela              
John, look up. Let’s exchange vows here beneath the Milky Way. We don’t need a religious authority to bless our union.              
             
John              
Of course we don’t. My religion is you. I worship you.              
             
Pamela              
Oh I love to be worshipped by you. Now will you do the dishes when we cohabit?              
             
John              
Surely I will.              
             
Pamela              
You are my dream guy. They can hear every word we say. Let’s climb up higher to the observation room. Look the door is unlocked. Let’s go in.              
             
John              
Wow we have this place to ourselves.              
             
Pamela              
John have you ever imagined what it would be like to be blind?              
             
John              
I once read a book about a commune of blind and deaf people. They communicated through touch.              
             
Pamela        
That’s what I want to do with you. I’m going to turn off the halogen lantern. Let’s close our eyes and bathe in the quiet in here. Now touch my breasts.        
       
[I am blanketed in the dark silence. I walk forward and stumble into her. She places her fingers on my lips to keep me quiet. We embrace. I explore her body with my hands. I feel her hot breath brush my neck. I reach behind her and follow the curve of her derriere where it dips into mystery. I fancy the inside sweetness of her floral arrangements. Her breasts rise and fall as her breath deepens. She takes my hand and places my palm between her breasts. I feel her heartbeat like a sparrow fluttering in the dead of winter. She guides my hand downward to her stomach where I probe her navel. She breaks the silence with a giggle. Finally she slips my hand between her thighs like a leaf pressed in her memory book. She pumps my hand which stokes her heat into mellifluous bird song. Then her hands make a foray between my legs. She undoes my belt and unzips me. I feel her slide my penis out into the cold air. However, she strokes me into a heat which defies the wintry cold. My cock rises in defiance of gravity. She turns the lantern back on.]    
             
John          
I feel at a disadvantage. I’m exposed but you’re fully clothed.          
         
Pamela          
Don’t object. Just go with the flow. Clearly your dick isn’t complaining.          
         
John          
No. My penis is very happy. What was I thinking?          
         
Pamela          
You should listen to your cock. It knows what you need. Hey penis. You like this don’t you?          
         
John          
Mr. Penis says you are the best thing that happened to him since masturbation. In fact you’re much better than that.          
         
Pamela  
I’ve been floating alone on the orchid boat.  
   
John  
That’s a very cryptic metaphor.    
   
Pamela
It’s a Chinese metaphor for clitoral self-stimulation. You’re a junkie whose only fix is in the depths of my willow shade. I know. I can see it in your eyes.
 
John
I am mystified by your poetry.  
 
Pamela
Willow shade means my pubic hair. Now, Ms. Vagina is very pleased with Mr. Penis. What a pretty penis. Let me kneel and kiss it. There, now he has a lipstick smile. He needs some petting.  
 
John  
Hey I’m ticklish on the crown.    
   
Pamela  
I’ll lick it. Does that feel better? Now I want a taste of your pear. Oh my. You are excited. Now my lips will consecrate our love. You are lovely my darling.We aren’t leaving this cubicle till I see a meteor shower. And I’m not talking about from the sky.
Written by goldenmyst
Published | Edited 22nd Jan 2016
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