Nympho

Nympho Nympho

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Details

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

How far would you go for the thrill?

Summary

How far would you go for the thrill?

Content

Submitted: November 06, 2012

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Content

Submitted: November 06, 2012

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Benny

It was a boring day at the office

In fact, the whole job was boring. But it was all to be expected from a person sitting on a chair answering phone calls all day. A few girls passed his way, gave flirty looks but that was nothing Benny never saw before. He was well used to handling it.

He threw the company shirt on the bed and walked to the fridge. In the top shelve of the door were already six bottles of beer standing in order. He reached for one, clicked it open and paced to sit next to his bright blue button up shirt.

Boring, boring, boring…. With his first sip he remembered the new girl who showed up at work the same day. He remembered her long flowing blond hair, her bright flawless skin, her piercing blue eyes sparkling his way, her red lips drew a smile as she saw him, basically an invite. And he most certainly noticed a large pair of breasts that seemed to show more than they were supposed to in her tight, sleeveless, red dress.

Of course, she would have to wear a uniform just like everyone else. But she stroke Benny as a girl bold enough to expose whatever she wanted.

He chuckled with the next sip, thinking about what kind of shows she would put out later. He and the guys might just have the kind of entertainment they were craving for.

Then came the reminiscing; way in the back of his head, shooting forward, was the image of Mindy, the first and last girl he ever loved.

He shook his head all of a sudden and took his cell phone out. Searching his contact list, he found the name he was looking for.

Ringing.

Hello?

“Hello.”

Oh, hey!”

“Hey yourself. What’s up?”

Not much. I’m just working.”

“You’re at the store? How about I get into my car and drive over there?”

Um…” there was hesitation in her voice. He could always spot that. A sneaky grin implied he had already learned to surpass it. “I don’t think that’s such a good idea.”

“Aha.” What was her excuse now? “And why not?”

I already told you I don’t want to keep doing this.”

“Okay. And what are we doing exactly?”

Don’t play with me.”

“All I’m saying is that no one is doing anything wrong…”

Oh, sure. No one. Benny, I have…”

“You have someone else now… yeah, you told me.” He felt a bit of anger crawling up his throat. Another grin surfaced to calm it. “Are you marrying this guy?”

Uh… no.”

“Then why are you making it sound like cheating?”

What if I told you we have feelings for each other?”

“Oh, please…”The grin disappeared and his throat stung. “Do we have to go through this again?”

There was a loud sigh, “No, we don’t have to…”

“I’ve been there. I know how this all might seem magical and perfect but it’s not, Molly. You’re building dreams on false hope. You have to get your head out of the clouds.” No answer. He continued a bit calmly, “I’ve wasted years over that thought. All you get from it is heartache and pain. Believe me.”

Still no answer. All he heard from her side were soft slow breathing. He just knew she was thinking about it really hard. She always does it.

“Molly?”

I’m here.” Her voice sounded sad. He couldn’t even hear her stacking CD’s in the background.

“Anyway,” his voice charming and playful once again, “what kind of underwear are you wearing?”

***

Molly

“You’re such a pig sometimes.”

What…?” Molly bit her lips to muffle her chuckle. “Well?”

“Well, what?”

Come on…”

“If you must know...” She took a breath and readied to whisper, “I’m wearing panties.”

Nice. Let me guess… pink?”

“White, actually.”

Oh… my favorite color. You wore that for me, didn’t you?”

“I didn’t!” Loud laughter, “Really!”

Sure, okay.”

“I’m serious.”

Yeah, okay.”

Awkward silence.

How about I come over?”

Her heart skipped a beat. “Why would you do that?”

I want to see you.” His voice was very calm.

“I don’t know.”

Oh, right. You have your fiancé.”

She bit her lips, this time angrily. She sighed. “You’d want us to do something.”

I thought you want that too.”

“I changed my mind.”

But we had so much fun last night…

“I made a mistake. Besides, this time it’s different, you want us to actually meet.”

Well…” He paused for a moment. “But I wouldn’t force you into doing something you wouldn’t want to do.”

“Ugh! Why do you have to be this best friend, then pervert then go back to being a saint?”

That’s a Yes?”

Molly quickly went back into her favorite music store and grabbed a box of early-arrived CD’s and started stacking them in place, each according to the alphabet. Such trance provided her with the only way of distraction from what had just happened. She agreed to meet Benny. All this time she’d known him by phone and now… she’d be in the same car with him, alone, with no one else.

Her hands started shaking. She dropped the same CD three times. What did I do? What will he do? But he said he won’t force me into doing anything…. Maybe we’ll just talk. He’s a nice guy. He’s kind to me. He won’t do anything to hurt me that way… It was like watching a spinner spin to no end.

A CD dropped from her hand. She leaned forward to lift it. Her eyes scanned the colors of the cover then the writing. The band, the title… Her head quickly drew the image of a tall, lean person with messy dark brown hair and tired-looking dark eyes. John. He ordered that CD and came to pick it up. Molly was the only one there who could help. They started talking, exchanged emails, and became friends ever since. Her heart suddenly felt warm as she sat there, numb and staring into a Rock poster that she didn’t even know was there.

She didn’t have anyone; John was just a very close friend. She made the whole thing up to get Benny off her back but now that she thought of it… her and John…

“We’re closing in five minutes,” a pale faced pink-haired chick with a lip ring ticked at her watch as she walked past her.

“Thanks, Amber,” Molly nodded and went back to her box.

“I’m going to go have a few drinks with some friends, wanna join?” Amber said, locking up.

“No thanks. Not of age yet.”

“Oh, yeah… eighteen, I forgot.” She waved. “See you tomorrow, then.”

“Bye.” As soon as she went around the corner, Molly took out her cell phone and dialed home. A soft little voice picked up. “Hey, sweetie. Is Mom there? No? Okay then just tell her I met a few friends and I’ll be home a bit late. Okay? Thanks. Love you too. ‘Night.” She hung up.

She leaned against her favorite wall and stared at the night sky. Black. Blank. Nothing to think about. The emptiness of the street had Molly’s neurons relax. She breathed in the night air. Across from her was her favorite bookstore. John had told her about a book to read. “Oh, shoot,” she broke the silence, remembering that she had told John she’d buy the book. She stamped her feet as she saw the owner leave the shop closed.

She was about to take out her MP3 player when a car stopped by. The driver lowered his head to look in her direction then the driver waved. Her stomach clinched.

Molly paced towards the car and looked through the window. The face was handsome, fuller than she expected but he had the same blue eyes and blond hair that he described. He was smiling, playfully, just like his voice.

“Hi, Benny.”

“Get in.”

***

Beach

Benny parked the car. It was dark but Molly could hear the sound of the waves. She smiled and turned to him.

“You said you liked the beach.”

“I remember. It was just nice that you remembered.” Benny gave a shy smile, something that took Molly by surprise.

Then came the awkward moment in which they both sat there not knowing what to do yet focused on observing what they could of the person next to them. In the corner of her eye, Molly saw his features in the dark; his short hair and how it was messily framing his face, his abstract nose and blue eyes that seemed to glitter. Oh, yes. He was handsome as she foresaw.

Next to her, Benny thought he’d make things less complicated and clear. He reached out his hand and removed a lock of long brown hair that had been hiding her profile. His fingers grazed her cheek, something that made her freeze in place. He observed her pixy-like nose; her lips were full to a degree he liked. “Don’t be afraid,” he almost whispered. His finger touched the bottom of her chin. She turned to him slowly, eyes scared and uncertain. Then there was that moment when they looked at each other. Benny started to smile, making Molly all the more nervous. “You’re prettier than I imagined.”

Along with a sigh, Molly gave out a little laugh. She bit her lips shyly. “Shut up,” turning back to sit straight in her seat, gazing outside the window.

“No, really.” This time he deliberately touched her cheek. “You have amazing lips too,” she turned to him again; there was something in his eyes, “I bet they taste delicious.” His eyes had a certain spark in them yet something serious also. A chill ran over Molly as if he could see right through her clothes with that glare.

To Molly’s surprise, that seemed to turn him on. The next thing she felt was Benny pulling himself against her, his hand went to the back of her neck and their lips pressed. At first it was just a touch, the feel of his lips pulling down on hers, he was using force, she felt her mouth open and that was when he slipped his tongue in. Her heart was beating rapidly. For the first few seconds she was dangerously close to freaking out. He placed her hands on his chest, she pushed but no response, her hands were too shaky. Then his tongue caressed her teeth and she felt it embrace hers, dancing with it as if to not let it go.

Molly began to melt, her hands slid down his chest. “Yes…” He whispered and grabbing her hands he grazed them against his chest. She took hold again, this time gliding her palms upward to his neck then into his hair. Her lips started to move with his. She pulled herself closer as well. Benny bent her right leg and pulled it to him. Her legs spread and she found herself sitting on his lap, her bent legs surrounding his waist. She felt a bump and ran cold. “You like kissing, don’t you?” It was almost a whisper. Swiftly, Benny licked her parted lips before attacking her with another kiss. He grabbed her hands again and this time moved them downward. Molly caressed something that seemed to grow harder. With a sigh of pleasure, Benny’s hands left hers in place and trailed up her belly, to her back then her breasts, lingering on the latter. He started playing with her, squeezing then letting go while placing his thumbs on the center and pressing.

“Wait…” something in the back of her head started talking to her. A very, very faint voice started telling her no. “Benny, wait,” she tried to break from his hold. His hands were already going under her shirt. “Stop it,” she pushed his hands off her and sat back in her chair, breathing as if she just ran a marathon.

“What?” He seemed angry, which made Molly fear her following words.

“I can’t do this.” Her voice was loud and clear, eyes looking forward.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” she turned to him, looking into his eyes, “I can’t do this.”

“What do you mean? We just started.”

“Well, I’m ending it. Now.”

Molly straightened her shirt and got out of the car, adjusting her bag on her shoulder and walking away. “Hang on,” Benny stepped out of the car behind her. He stood in front of her, arms in the air. “I thought you wanted this.”

“I thought so too,” her eyes glittered in the moonlight but she doubted Benny could notice. “The truth is I don’t know what I want. I’m just a stupid kid.” Benny wasn’t frowning. Suddenly a glimpse of hope dropped in Molly’s chest. “I’m so sorry, Benny.” She was walking away.

“Okay, wait. Wait.” He stopped her by the arms. Seeing her shiver he backed off. “Molly,” he began, “I won’t ever be ‘just a friend’.” Her heart shuddered. “I heard too much. As long as you’re single I will keep trying.”

A faint smile appeared on Molly’s lips, soon to be followed by a sarcastic chuckle. “You know,” she lifted her head to him, “in some other universe that might have been romantic.” Benny chuckled in his teasing yet charming way. “But it’s not like that now. And all of this, me,” she pointed to her chest, “You’re doing it for all the wrong reasons.”

That caught him off guard. Benny stood, frozen, as Molly began to walk away from him for one more time. A rush of anger ran through his chest. His mind planted the same words into every cell in his body, the same words that made him cope with anything hard in his life; it’s not worth it.

“You’ll never see me.” His voice was loud enough to make Molly halt. “I’ll disappear and you’ll never hear from me again.”

A few seconds passed and Molly was still in place. Then she turned slightly, her long hair covering half her profile. “So be it. Goodbye, Benny.”

And she walked away for the last time.

***

Home

The hot water was running out.

Molly leaned against the bathroom wall, watching the water drop like rain. She pressed against the panel and the water stopped. She ran her hands through her hair, squeezing the water out. Then her hands fell to her lips, her neck… her shoulders until she held herself. She was touched but not properly. She felt pleasure, indeed, but it went away quickly. That must mean it was all a big mistake. However it did stir some emotions and desires, it was inevitable. An idea came to her as she looked at her shower again. She picked it up off the wall and let the water run again. She slid to the tub and sat on the end. The water shot out sharply. Breathing deeply, Molly spread her legs and placed the water in between. The intensity of the water almost shocked her and she gasped, arching her head backward.

“Wow, this is new.” She breathed and started playing with the water, moving it around her opening. She thought back to Benny’s touch, his deep kiss… she remembered how it felt but in her mind there was a different face. Someone else had been entering her fantasies for quite a while and this time she could feel he was actually with her. “Yes…” she whispered, imagining John kissing her passionately, holding her against him and touching her breasts. He would be more subtle, more emotional; he’d make her feel like she couldn’t be more right being with him.

Then she saw the big picture. She was standing on a balcony, pressed against the wall. John was against her, their breaths on each other’s lips. His hands run down her legs, under her long summer dress. He slid his hands under it, touching her thighs, up her thighs, to the strap of her underwear. He slid it very slowly, going down along with it. Her panties hit the ground and he got under her dress. She could feel his tongue.

“Ah… Ahh..!” Her fingers grabbed tightly against whatever she laid her hands on. She took in deep breaths as the orgasm filled her head to toe. It made her body shake; it rocked her soul as it lasted a few seconds more than usual. She felt it so powerfully it could have hurt her. Eventually she moved the water and collapsed in the tub.

Molly sat in the tub, staring at the bathroom ceiling. What just happened? She found a new way to play with herself, that’s what happened. She was paralyzed, sedated. It was like experiencing something for the first time. She thought about her fantasy and a wave of fear washed over her. She remembered her mistake tonight.

Silly little girl, Molly thought, wanting to cry.

The water was now cold. She lifted herself up and turned off the water. The towel hung on the shower door. It soon wrapped around her figure. All I have is myfantasies. Stick to those for now.

Author's Note: I noticed it is open-ended therefore it might not be well liked. But please, so let me know if you think it needs a continuum. Enjoy,Nikki.


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