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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Erotic Flash  |  House: Booksiesilk Classic Group

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Sidney’s tits surprised me. I continued through the passageway, leaving the garden-level windows behind.

I’d arrived in Boulder three weeks after serving four years in the Air Force.

Alex, a hometown friend, set himself up in Boulder a year earlier. It made my transition easier. He rented me an extra room in his apartment.  He’d even got me a job stripping forms off concrete foundations. I enjoyed the physicality of the work, and I was eager to prove myself. My bosses raised my pay.  I felt encouraged, and I worked harder. It goes that way with certain young men, they see themselves getting stronger, and it makes all the sense in the world.  

The apartment complex that Alex and I lived in had a squirrelly layout. Eight two-bedroom cottages sat behind a row of two-story houses that stretched along Pine Street. The cottages shared a cement courtyard. A narrow passageway ran between two houses and directly accessed Pine Street. It stayed cool in there because the sun couldn’t reach. Sidney’s cottage was last in line before the passage. We all parked on the back ally that ran parallel to Pine Street.

It was summer. We were young, and anything seemed possible. Beer was the strongest drink I knew.  We’d grab a case of it after work, then hang out shirtless in the courtyard, turning brown under the July sun.

Alex had a girlfriend. Sally was attractive, and she liked me just fine, and there was a lot of mutual respect going in both directions between the three of us.

She had friends, Alex had other friends, and the neighbors had a volleyball net. The courtyard got heavy foot traffic, and then there was Sidney, now and again, hanging out to sunbathe.

She had light brown hair and dark brown eyes. Perhaps thirty years old, she wore combinations of black and blue clothing. She stood five-foot-seven, give or take an inch. Her complexion was ruddy, her weight average, and her lips plump. She had nice teeth and drove a light blue compact car.

She had an air of sophistication about her: well educated, uninhibited, easy going, she laughed at jokes and frowned at injustice. She had an inscrutable smile. I sensed she was my intellectual superior, so I mainly stayed quiet when she was around.

She’d come to the courtyard on late weekend afternoons carrying an air mattress that she’d drop on the concrete, covering it first with a blanket, then taking off a terrycloth robe. She wore a burnt orange two-piece and a green version in the same style. Her figure wouldn’t rock your world; it was nice, an even distribution of body weight, smooth and lightly toned with equal proportions between her shoulders and hips. There was no cleavage to see. She had minor blemishes in the middle of her chest, a light rash of acne, and small tits, hidden under the one-size-too-big top.

I’d see her sometimes on the Pearl Street Mall, standing at the bar of one tavern or another, with her roommate, a light-skinned woman with a lot of curly red hair and constellations of freckles.

 One night, I went on a beer run. It was near ten in the evening, and I was hurrying for the liquor store. As I made for the passageway, I saw Sidney's bedroom window light. I glanced as I went by.  She was topless in her panties, reaching up with a lightbulb.  Her tits made my cock twitch. And then my eyes dropped to her hips. Well, I kept about my business. I hurried back from the liquor store, but she'd killed the lights, not that it mattered. I’d gotten more than a good look. From then on, seeing her sunbathe took on a different meaning.  My eyes wouldn’t stop following her around. I’d imagine her tits or putting my hand between her legs.  

Then one afternoon, there was a knock on our door.  It was Sidney. She asked for something, and I smiled like an idiot. Her pussy pheromones got my cock hard. Her eyes dropped, and then she smiled mysteriously. The next moment, she pushed through the door, lifting her shirt, thrusting her tits at me, demanding that I suck them.  Her voice turned all hissy.

“Suck my tits, dog!’ She grabbed my cock through my gym shorts and started tugging. But then I noticed that she hadn’t moved from the doorway.

She asked, “Do you guys have a spatula I could borrow?"

I said, “Sure.”

I watched her ass as she took the spatula back to her cottage.

I woke up late the following morning; Alex was already up Boulder Canyon with his rock climbing buddies. I brewed up some coffee and made toast. I’d rested well, and I stretched and felt great when I got up from the table. I pulled open the front door for the Sunday paper, but it wasn’t there. A note was on the door:

I hope you don’t mind. I Borrowed the paper. Get the funnies when you get the chance.


I went about the cottage deliberately. No rush. Then I went over to stand at her door and knock. The door was ajar, so I stuck my head through and called out.

“Hey, Sidney, it’s Lea; I’m here for the funnies.”

“I’m in the bathroom.”

“Whoops,” I said, seeing the paper sitting on a kitchen chair. “No problem, I see it. Catch up to you later.”

“Do you want the funnies? They’re in here on the hamper; grab them.”

“Uhm, Ok.”

I turned the knob on the bathroom door and pushed it open a little at a time. Sidney was in the tub, covered in bubbles.

“Close it and have a seat.”

I looked around.

“On the toilet lid, silly.”

I sat on the lid, and she lifted a hand full of bubbles out of the water and blew them at me.

“Guess what I have,” she said, lifting her hips out of the water and sweeping bubbles away. “What is that!?” she asked childishly.

“It’s your vagina.”

“Twat,” she corrected, “It’s a twat. Say it, say twat.”


“You almost had it. Try again.”


“That’s better. Getting a hard cock?  Now kiss the twat.”

Suddenly the bathroom door swung open, and freckles stepped in.

“I’ll kiss it,” she said.

“No, you won’t,” said Sidney, reaching for a towel and tossing it at her roommate, “You get to dry it. But Lea gets to eat it all up. Don’t you, Lea?”

Lisa tossed the towel aside.

“Me first,” she said, straddling my legs as I sat on the toilet, pulling up her dress and pushing her cunt in my face. She placed her fingertips on my neck and pulled me closer. Her pubes tickled my nostrils.

“Mine’s hairier than Sidney’s; sniff it.”

Sidney said, “Yeah, it’s sluttier, too.”

Lisa’s jaw dropped with indignation, “How dare,” she said, and then she turned her attention back to me, “How’s about it, honey? Give it a little smooch on the button.”


The End



Submitted: May 11, 2022

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deliciously dirty writing!

Mon, May 16th, 2022 11:31pm


Thanks, g-string. Yes, the gloves came off for that one.

Mon, May 16th, 2022 4:47pm

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