For the next 60 days I will be sharing a chapter a day of my first POP EROTICA novel. Bang Bang Bang, A summer of sin in Brooklyn.
“Let’s do lunch tomorrow.” A text landed on Max’s phone. It was Amanda.
“Where?” Max replied.
He did not want to meet her but he knew he had to sort out the details of their ongoing rendezvous. The first time it happened he felt bad and he hated himself for it, but by the third time he knew he was a bastard. It was not like she was forcing herself on him. He could have said no.
“Meet me at the diner at Atlantic and Third.”
Max wondered what Amanda had up her sleeve. For a moment he really wanted to know but then he thought about his boy Maurice. “Damn, what kind of a person am I?” he thought to himself. Then he had a weird thought. “Better me than some strange dude.” It was a sad state of affairs. He decided that he would go but he would not fall for her shenanigans. He was going to put an end to this whole thing.
Amanda was upstairs in her bed as she texted Max. Maurice was downstairs watching golf with Daren. Daren seemed bored.
“So fo’ real Daren, what’s up with you?”
“What do you mean?”
“Come on man, you know what I mean.”
Amanda sent Max another text. “Panties or no panties?”
Max wanted no part of it. “I don’t care.”
Amanda took that as a welcome. If she was in a different mood she would have noticed that he said, “I DON’T CARE.”
His response seemed promising to her. She got up from her bed, locked the door, went into her underwear drawer and took out her favorite vibrating dildo. Her dildo collection had become her best friend for a little over a year. It became her best friend when Maurice stopped having sex with her.
Daren looked at Maurice with disgust. He knew exactly what Maurice was asking him.
“No, I do not know what you mean.”
“I mean, you are gay right?”
“Yes, I’m gay.” If he could have murdered Maurice with his eyes Maurice would be a dead man.
“So what was that with the girl?”
“It was nothing, we were just dancing right?”
“It was a little more than dancing, you took her back here.”
“I know we were just hanging out.”
Maurice gave him the side eye.
Daren was attempting to be honest. “Well I don’t know how to describe it but whenever I get drunk, like really drunk I feel a little bit attracted to women. It’s kinda weird.”
“So does that mean you’re bi?”
“No, I’m not bi, not at all, ah huh, not me.”
“Why are you not bi though?”
“Because, I don’t like girls like that.”
“But you just said when you are drunk…”
“Yeah but when I am sober, I would never, NEVER touch one of those bitches.”
Amanda removed her underwear and lay on her back with her knees thrown to the sides. She clicked the vibrator on. The sound of the hum hardened her clit. She passed her tongue across the tip of the silicon penis and pretended it was Max’s. She took it fully into her mouth, closed her eyes, and played with it with her tongue. Her pussy overflowed with juices. By the time she slid the vibrator across her clit she was already so wet it took zero effort to slide the entire thing inside. She pulled it out and marveled at how creamy it was.
Recently she noticed that her sex drive had about quadrupled. All she thought about was sex or getting fucked. And there she was living with her husband who refused to have sex with her; sometimes she thought he may even have scorned her.
She gently rammed the motorized penis back inside herself and coiled as the vibrations shook her from the inside. She then pressed the tickler against her clit and rode the waves of vibrations until she was stuttering Max’s name.
Maurice was not happy with Daren’s explanation but for now he would let it go.
“You gotta be careful out there man. You never know how your actions could affect people.”
“I am fine, ok.” He was certain there was no harm done.
“Ok, if you say so.” Maurice said knowingly.