Chapter 38:Is it good for you, lover?

“That makes me all warm inside,” Michael replied, and realised that it did. His body stiffened and Julia sank down so that the head of his cock met the back of her throat. He exploded into her mouth and she hungrily swallowed down what he gave her.

When he was done she lifted her face and licked her lips. Grinning like the cat that got the cream she asked, “What’s this party you’re going to?”

“The cheerleading squad organised something,” Michael replied.

“It’ll probably be boring as hell,” Lucy added, “but I said I’d go way before Michael turned me into his personal sex slave. It’s a prior engagement.”

“And you’re taking Michael?”

“Yeah. He’s not exactly Jock material like most of the other guys will be, but he’s my lover so he’s going. Besides, I think he can hold his own against the dorks the other girls will invite.” She sat up and swung her legs off the lounger. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to get dressed so I can go shopping. I have to get just the right outfit for tonight.”

Michael could not wait to get Lucy to Janine’s house that evening. She arrived at his place wearing a summer coat that fell to her knees that was buttoned up to her throat. Her hair was wound into a knot at the back of her neck. The sight of her feet made his cock twitch, but she refused to show him what was under the coat. She was wearing a pair of black patent shoes with two-inch platforms and six-inch spike heels. The heel strap on each shoe twisted into an ankle strap which was closed with a tiny silver padlock. As they walked the half mile to Janine’s place, the exaggerated sway of Lucy’s hips kept Michael hard the whole time.

Janine answered the door and Michael would have found the look on her face on seeing him quite amusing, if he had not been so keen to get Lucy’s coat off. “May I take your coat, Lucy?” Janine asked, ever the hostess.

“I’ll get it,” Michael said and stood behind his lover as she unbuttoned the coat. He took the shoulders in his hands and slipped it backwards off her arms. She stepped forward and both Michael and Janine gasped.

“You look like a stripper,” Janine said. She grabbed the coat from Michael as Lucy turned around.

“Oh? I was hoping for hooker.” The dress revealed nothing, but left little to the imagination. It had string halter straps and a scoop neck. The bodice was held in place at the sides by two pairs of strings that, in turn, lead to an O-ring between her shoulder blades, with the halter straps joining the same ring from above. The bodice narrowed to a slim strip of fabric down her midriff, leaving her sides fully exposed. The skirt was long enough to be descent, but that was about all, and the back of the skirt was joined to the front by three large O-rings on each side. The flesh visible through the rings and the gaps in the skirt made it pretty obvious that the dress was the only thing Lucy was wearing apart from her shoes. She reached behind her to the knot of hair at the back of her neck and pulled out a single pin. Her hair rolled out around her neck and shoulders like a blonde wave and she shook it generating a throb from Michael’s crotch that had him wishing he could have her then and there.

And I could, was what he thought. He could screw her bend her over, and push his cock into her pussy, and fuck her brains out, and he could make it so that Janine would not even remember the event. The dress would certainly not get in the way.

“Is it good for you, lover?” she asked him. “I left my collar off. I hope you don’t mind, but it didn’t go with the dress.”

Michael swallowed, hard. “We’ll have to get you a set of collars for all occasions,” he croaked.

“You two had better come in and join the party,” Janine told them.

There was a brief, but quite obvious, pause in the babble of conversation around the room as Michael and Janine walked in. To Michael it was pretty obvious that the women were having to drag their male friends’ attention back to them and away from Lucy. Lucy had a large grin on her face as she walked toward the drinks table and scooped out too glasses of fruit punch, and Michael assumed it was the attention she was getting that was causing it. Instead she leaned toward him and whispered in his ear. “Janine couldn’t keep her eyes off that bulge in your trousers. She’d probably love to fuck you. She goes with Brian Graham and from what I’ve heard he’s not too big in the penis department.”

Michael was a little surprised. For one thing, Brian Graham was in the defensive line of the football team and weighed in a little over the tare weight of a semi-truck. The idea that his cock might not match the rest of him was something of a surprise. For another, he had been too busy looking at Lucy to notice where Janine’s eyes were, and he told Lucy this. She grinned brightly and sipped her punch. The grin turned to a grimace. 

“Someone’s been naughty with the punch ingredients,” she said. “They were a bit heavy-handed about it, too.”

Michael took a sip of his own drink and understood what she meant. “Bourbon?”

Lucy nodded. “Mom has an extensive supply and I’ll admit to having sampled.” She shrugged. “I guess Janine’s parents are out for the evening.”

“They are away for the week,” Janine supplied. Michael turned to see the tall girl standing behind him. He noticed her eyes flick down toward his crotch area.

“Brian been stopping over much?” Lucy asked with a smirk. Michael got the feeling that he was standing in the middle of a cat fight that had been going on for years.

Janine flushed a little. “Once or twice. You look as though you’ve been spending quite some time with, um, Mark here.” Her eyes swept up and down Lucy in as dismissive a way as she could muster with red cheeks.