THE S CLUB
Chapter 11

Boom was wearing a chiffon top and you could see her bra and everything. Her head wobbled in a fog of alcohol. She was accessible. She was an angel with stretch marks. ”Bonjour Eddie,” she purred, “would you like a little drink?”

“Yes,” I said with a James Bond demeanor, “I’d like a gin and tonic.”

“Oh marvelous,” she said half bouncing and floating to the bar.

She poured the gin into the jigger, it glistened like liquid silver. “Well, how was your day today?” she asked.

It was night and there was nothing but the day to talk about.

“Well, “I began, “I handed in my theme to English today and I got back my Geometry test and I got a ninety four. It was on congruent triangles.”

“Oh I love a smart man,” she purred. ”I think smart men are so sexy. So sexy in their own way.”

I blushed.

“I have never understood Geometry for the life of me.” She paused. ”It was always so logical. It never made any real sense to me. The only thing I remember about Geometry is the crush I had on the teacher.”

I took a sip of my drink. I couldn’t hold it back any longer. I had to tell her I loved her.

“Oh Boom,” I began.

“Oh Edmund,” she said.

Our animalism was beyond words. We were both desperate and sex-hungry. The world out there didn’t matter.

Nothing mattered.

Nothing mattered except the heat between us.

Like diving into a swimming pool with all your clothes on, we kissed. She let me touch inside her Cross Your Heart bra. She moved her groin next to mine. “This is what it is all about,” she moaned.

We kissed and our tongues wound around one another like magnetized gyroscopes.

“Oh I never have kissed by a man with braces,” she gasped.

She then grabbed me tighter and tighter. “I don’t care, I am crazy. I am horny. Edmund I am...” Her eyes lifted up to the ceiling searching for the unspeakable.

Slowly her fingers glided over my foreskin. She eased me into her. This was it. This was it.

I was throttling and I rubbed it against the mattress. I never knew it could feel this good.

“Oh! Thank You,” I moaned to the pillow. I lunged back and forth and the springs in the mattress (my mistress) responded with creaks and moans. It suddenly let go like a released white-hot irrigation gate. Jissom jetted out from pneumatic tubes in my dick, I never knew I had.

I sat up in the bed alone. Bathed in sweat, smelling of the sea, my pupils dilated. I was delirious in what was the wake of masturbation.

I thanked Boom for taking me there and wondered if there was ever a time, I could really get Boom alone.

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