Betting on the Mountain (Co-Lily_Mae and runningturtle87)

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"Mountain Dew Me
2 oz Midori melon liqueur
1 oz triple sec
4 oz pineapple juice
1 splash 7-Up soda"
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I.

Watching him move
around the pool table
drives my every sense insane.

His t-shirt
with the grim reaper
is tight
against his sweaty body,
clings
to every well-toned muscle.

I've wanted him for months,
and tonight
I was going to play it hard.  

Moving
like a wicked cat
and very ready to pounce.  

With the pole
in my hand,
I naively stroke it
while bending over the table,
with my ass
situated just right
for him to lose himself
in wonder.

Innuendos fly,
while the drinks
loosen our words
and form our thoughts.  

The game is getting old
because a new one
has begun
to be played,
silently.

We decide to make a bet,
the winner
of this game
gets to name
the drink they want
the other
to buy and where.  

I'm not sure
if I want to win or lose.  

If I win,
I know what I want,
but what is it
he would ask for?  

What thoughts
are stirring
behind those dark eyes?


I chalk my cue
and place it
up against the ball,
and tap it
with a wishful force.  

Damn, I'm good.

Placing the stick
on the table,
I turn
and with my hands
on my hips
and, in a strong
and cocky way,
tell him
exactly what I want.  

A "mountain dew me"
at his place.

II.

Entering the apartment
made all this
way too real.

My stomach fluttered
between the excitement
and the alcohol
I had already consumed.  

All was made worse
when he pressed himself
up against my back.  

Moving my hair
off my shoulder,
he planted his full-lipped kisses
against the curve
of my neck.  

Exhaling his warm breath
against my ear
and, on inhale,
the cool.  

This sent chills through me;  
my nipples hardened
and my breath quickened.

Thick, manly hands
move to my pants
and unbutton me,  
dropping our clothes
right where we stood.

Picking me up,
he carried me
against those once
covered muscles.  

The arms alone
that could make me cum
by just sight
were now holding me,
flesh on flesh.  

Throwing me
to the bed,
we begin to kiss.  

Our tongues seeking
the taste
of each other
like lovers
that have been unfed
for far too long.

The room began to spin
as my blood surged
through my body,
reeling me
into other dimensions.  

That was my last thought….

III.

Moving along her body
with my hands,
I notice her body
has become non-responsive.  

I've waited
for this moment
for so long,
and yet now,
here,
in this time,
in this place,
I've lost her
to the skills
and strength
of my "mountain dew me."  

Looking at her body,
I can't help but touch.  

Along the lines
of her cheekbone
and neck,  
trailing down
to those full
round breasts,
my fingers feather her skin;
her nipples harden
in response
to my touch.  

My cock aches
even more.

I lean in
and suck on them
softly,
pinching them
between my teeth
and slightly tugging.  

I can't stop myself.  

My hands explore,
moving down her abdomen,
the curve
of her hips,
and then slide lightly
over her soft shaven lips.  

Thousands
of thoughts
flood my mind
of what's right or wrong,
and I internally scream
to tell them
to shut the hell up.

It was her wish
to come
here tonight
for a "mountain dew me."
 
So, how wrong is it
to touch?  

My fingers explore
between the soft folds
until I reach
the wet silk,
warm
and proof to me
of her want and need.  

Moving above her,
I slide the tip
of my cock  
into her wet lips,
moving up and down,
while enjoying
the wet warmth.  

I tasted her
on my finger,
the flavor sets me
on fire.

Grabbing myself,
I begin to stroke
above her,
imagining moving inside
that gorgeous wet pussy.  

It didn't take long
for my cum to spurt
across those beautiful pink lips.  

Watching the cum
slide down
towards that still wet vessel
made me wonder.  

I slide my finger
slightly inside
and then wiped it
against my dripping hot cum.

I taste the her-and-me
that could have been,
and, in a lesser version, was.

The swirl
of her-and-me
lets me know
this was only the beginning.  

We will have this moment
and many more.  

I take my shirt,
wipe her clean,
and hold my dripping cock
inside as I rest.  

This is how I fell asleep.

IV.

During the night,
vividly confused,
she is cold.

Her hand
grabs the t-shirt
next to her,
and she puts it on.  

Then she passes back out,
unknowing.

V.

Waking up
with the morning light
streaming onto her face,
she rolls over
to find him
next to her,
naked
and in full glory.  

He is like
Adonis.  

Not remembering a thing,
she wonders why
and how
this t-shirt got on her
and why is she
smelling of sex?  

For a moment,
panic flooded her
until he moved,
waking enough
to pull her close.  

All of a sudden
it didn't matter
what had happened.  

What mattered
is what
was happening
then.

Writing by Lily_Mae and storyboarding and editing by runningturtle87