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I leaned into the keyboard and began to type. I tickled his little… Oh, no, no, no, all wrong. I deleted the line and started over. I licked his pretty… Better, but not there yet. “Hey, Mavis,” I shouted to my roommate down the hall. “Is the coffee ready yet?” <BR><BR>“Yeah, but use a clean cup this time, would ya?” she shouted through her closed door. I click-clacked to our shoebox of a kitchen and topped off my blackened mug in defiance. “How’s it going with that cover shot?” I asked, passing her room on my way back. “Getting there.”<BR><BR>Boy, I sure hoped so. ’Temple of Venus’, our company specializing in woman’s erotica needed the next release to be a hit or we’d both be out looking for real jobs. Settling in, I’d just placed my coffee next to the keyboard when I heard Mavis’s door open.<BR><BR>“Gina, I’ve got it!” she squealed.<BR><BR>Tendrils of cigarette smoke led me to her room where I found her leaning back in a chair, inhaling deeply. “That good?” I asked, knowing she’d never smoke unless she’d already perfected her project. “Check it out,” she said, nodding to her computer screen. <BR><BR>A gossamer Venus stood in a mist with naked men of every size, shape, and color worshipping her from the edge of a dark forest. It gave me a tingle that shot all the way to my toes. “How do you do that?” I asked in admiration. <BR><BR>She eyed my outfit with distain. “You mean how do I create erotica at eight in the morning without having to wear white stilettos?”<BR><BR>I nodded, still tingling at the sight of all those perfect men. <BR><BR>“Inspiration, Gina, pure inspiration.”<BR><BR>“I’m inspired.” I looked down at my ink-stained tee-shirt and scuffed heels, wondering how I’d ever be able to create the right prose for a picture as perfect as that. “But I’d be more inspired if I had the chance to photograph men who looked like that. Where do you find them?”<BR><BR>“You’d be surprised what a foreign exchange guy will do for a buck,” she said with a wink. “I’m inspired before I even take the camera out of the bag.” <BR><BR>“It’s going to take more than inspiration for me to write a script as good as that picture is. Got a title for me to work with?”<BR><BR>She giggled. “How about ‘A Penis for Venus’?” <BR><BR>“Got it—guess I better get started…” <BR><BR>Mavis snubbed out her cigarette, then shimmied out of her burlesque bustier before rummaging through her street clothes to settle on a pair of cargo pants and a sweatshirt. “I’m going to run a copy to the printer and see how it looks in matte finish,” she told me. “You better get back to writing. Deadline is around the corner.”<BR><BR>“Nag, nag, nag…”<BR><BR>“No wonder you can’t get creative; look how you’re dressed. Why don’t you put something on from my collection?” She pointed to her closet.<BR><BR>I waited until I heard the front door close before diving into the lace and net that spewed from her closet. Maybe she was right. Maybe the key to jump-starting my writing was hidden in one of her exotic costumes. Words raced through my mind only to crash and burn when I said them aloud. <SPAN style="FONT-STYLE: italic">“Men of the forest…” </SPAN>I held up a Bo Peep number-too juvenile. “Into the forest I wandered…” A sequined evening gown—too formal. “I walked to the forest…”<BR><BR>I put on a French Maid cap then looked in the mirror. “In the forest of my mind…” Yeah, that’s it, I thought. This might work. I wiggled into the matching corset dress before strapping on a pair of black stilettos Mavis had hidden at the back of her closet. Better yet, I thought, preening in the full-length mirror.<BR><BR>The doorbell startled me in mid-preen. I wondered what Mavis had forgotten this time as I made my way to the door. I flipped the lock then strutted back to the mirror in her room. “What do you think?” I asked, curtsying to the mirror.<BR><BR>“Works for me,” a deep baritone voice replied.<BR><BR>“Eeeeks!” I squealed, crossing my arms over my bulging breasts. I frantically searched for cover in the disarray that was Mavis’s room before plucking a red gypsy shawl from the floor to wrap around my shoulders. <BR><BR>“Doesn’t anyone knock any more?” I grumbled.<BR><BR>“If you’ll recall, I used the doorbell. You’re the one who didn’t look through the security glass before opening it.” Smirking, he checked out my butt in the mirror behind me. “I thought a New Yorker would know better.”<BR><BR>“I thought you were Mavis,” I turned the mirror to the wall.<BR><BR>“Actually, that’s who I came to see. Is she here?”<BR><BR>“Gone to the printer.” Curiosity drew me closer to his side when a whiff of his scent set off a primitive bell in my head that I had to keep in check in case this was one of Mavis’s pet foreign exchange students.<BR><BR>“Guess I’ll have to wait.” He plunked down in Mavis’s chair, his jean-clad thighs parted to display an impressive tent between them. <BR><BR>“Get you something?” I tried not to stare at his pants.<BR><BR>He flashed me a naughty smile. “Coffee would be great.”<BR><BR>Scarlet fringe flapped against my thighs as I walked to the kitchen. When I reached for a clean cup on the top shelf, the shawl fluttered to the floor, only to be replaced by a warm hand. “Here, let me help you with that.” His hand squeezed tight my shoulder as he dangled the cup in mid-air. “So, Gina, how’s the writing going?”<BR><BR>Stunned he would know my name, I stared into his electric-blue eyes. “Do I know you?”<BR><BR>“You know me better than I know myself,” he said. “I’m Hunter.”<BR><BR>“You’re Hunter? The pilot from Chicago? Mavis’s mysterious brother? The guy I’ve been emailing for over a year but says he’s too busy to fly in to meet me?”<BR><BR>“The one and only.” He set the cup down and pulled me in for a big hug. “I switched flights with a buddy of mine so I could finally get to meet you, and visit with my little sister, of course.” I stepped deeper into his arms, my breasts pressing hard against his chest. He kissed the top of my head and murmured, “You’re even more beautiful than your writing. I feel like I’ve known you forever.”<BR><BR>“Same here,” I said, taking a step back to take another look at his perfect body. He pulled me back into his embrace then brought his hand up to brush my neck until he reached my chin. Tilting my head back, he pinned me with those beautiful eyes, and gently put his lips to mine. <BR><BR>Wanting more, I opened my lips in a silent invitation. He accepted, thrusting his tongue deep enough into my mouth to make my head spin. Lowering his hands to the hem of my dress, he kneaded my bottom, forcing me to lean into him to keep my balance. I pressed harder to his chest, enjoying the feeling of my rock hard nipples pulsating against him. Instinctively, I raised my leg to his hip then slid the center of my heat down his thigh. He groaned, the rumble coming from somewhere deep inside him. “I’ve waited way too long to meet you,” he mumbled.<BR><BR>Then he took my arms, gently pushing me away. Disappointed, I frowned until I realized he was taking his shirt off. When he reached for his zipper, my breath caught. Released from its prison, Hunter’s penis stood hard and proud, begging to be touched. I reached out, but he clasped my hand to stop me. “You first.” <BR><BR>A sudden shyness crept over me until he guided me back into his embrace. Feather-kissing my neck, he peeled down the top of my dress. A shiver of anticipation coursed through me when my breasts broke free. Hunter covered them with his hands, massaging them as if he had all the time in the world. He bent over to suckle my nipples sending another ripple of scorching heat through me. Holding onto his shoulders, I leaned back for more. Rolling the costume off inch by inch, he moved it lower until it fell to the floor, then took a quick lick at the wet nest I had made for him on his way back up to my lips. Desperate for more, I moved to toe off my heels. <BR><BR>“No,” he said. “Leave them on. I want to do something special for you.”<BR><BR>He led me to the sink, closed my hands over the rim then straddled my left leg, his penis throbbing hot against my skin. Wrapping his arm around my waist, he began a lazy massage of my butt. Hunter lulled me with the sensual rhythm of his touch then surprised me by slipping his hand between my legs to spread the heat from my clit to my ass. I rocked on my heels, hips jerking back to follow his hand before moving forward again, meeting him at the beginning. I continued to rock on my heels, following his hand a second time while pushing my hips toward him for more. When he slid his hand through the third time, I pushed even harder, but instead of pulling away, he thrust his thumb into my hot wet slit, the web of his hand slamming into my clit.<BR><BR>His thrust sent a shockwave through me that was instant, the pleasure unbearable. I rocked further back, opening my center to him as he continued to thrust with his hand. When my legs began to tremble, he held me tight, whispering, “I’ve got you. Give in to it.”<BR><BR>I closed my eyes and let my weight settle over his magic hand, begging him with my body to continue. It only took two more thrusts before he had lights exploding behind my eyes. There was a sensation of lava flowing from me right before I cried out in release and he gave his last thrust.<BR><BR>“Are you all right?” he whispered. I turned to face him, his arm reclaiming my waist, and saw him open his right hand. In it was a puddle of musk-scented cream.<BR><BR>“From me?” I asked.<BR><BR>“Yes, from beautiful you…do you want to go on?”<BR><BR>“Yes…gawd, yes.”<BR><BR>Reclaiming my mouth, he rubbed the cream onto my thighs, pulling them further apart with each stroke, his penis still teasing my thigh. When I let out a whimper, he tweaked my clit with his fingers, pulled my leg to his hip and rammed his shaft in to the hilt. I wrapped my arms around his neck, impatient to follow him to the next level.<BR><BR>“Look at me,” he growled. I opened my eyes and saw an explosion of passion flare in his. Not missing a beat, he rammed his hot cock into my molten core again; the musky scent of his sweat taking me to a new high. Still pinning me with his eyes, he pumped faster, deeper, harder, until I gave in to him again and again. I gasped for air, but couldn’t find anything to breathe other than his scent. I contracted my muscles and milked him until his eyes shuttered shut, his organism matching mine. <BR><BR>Satisfied and completed, we leaned on each other in a comfortable afterglow, his arms around my waist, his dark head resting on my shoulder. “I never dreamed I’d find anyone as perfect as you,” he whispered. He kissed the top of my shoulder, working his way up my neck. “Mavis said we’d…” “Mavis! She could be back any minute now!” I yelped, coming to my senses. Pulling away from him, I dove for the crumpled dress and shawl on the floor. Hunter reached for his jeans and chuckled. “Like being back in high school isn’t it?”<BR><BR>Blowing him a kiss, I trotted to my room, stuffed the costume under the bed, and put on the first real clothes I’d worn all day. When I finally made it back to the kitchen, Hunter had already made fresh coffee. Handing me a cup, he nodded to the nook for us to sit, but before we could talk, we both heard the sound of a key turning in the front door. <BR><BR>“Gina, we’ve got a winner here,” Mavis shouted.<BR><BR>“We certainly do,” I said, staring into electric-blue eyes. <BR><BR>THE END</P><!-- EOF story here --></DIV> <DIV id=serfcright><!-- poll monkey script for week 3 --> <DIV id=vote><BR> <SCRIPT src=";u=2939251241"> //<![CDATA[ //]]> </SCRIPT> <SCRIPT language=javascript> //<![CDATA[ DisplayVote51241(); //]]> </SCRIPT> </DIV></DIV></DIV><BR clear=all></DIV> <DIV>&nbsp;</DIV><!-- EOF Summer Erotic Fiction Contest -->
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