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Games in the Middle of the Night
by
Constance Collins
A hand on my thigh woke me. Then it slid up to my ass and between my legs. I pushed against it slightly, savoring the feeling of it. "M-mmm -- that's nice, but you shouldn't."
"Why shouldn't I?" There was a provocative tone to his voice that I recognized. Oh, so we were playing games in the middle of the night. Well, if that's what he wanted, I know how to play, too. "Well, after all, I don't even know you --" The hand pressed up against my balls, breaking my concentration. "Oh, geeze! Well, um -- uh -- my mother always told me not to let strange men touch me there --"
A smothered laugh. "Did she?"
"Uh-huh. She told me if a man ever touched me there --" his fingers were tickling me. "Um, she told me not to let him --"
"And you always do what your mother says?"
"Oh, always."
Another laugh. "Good little boy, are you? Only you're not so little."
"Not so good, either," I told him.
"Maybe not yet, but with a little practice -- I could teach you a lot."
"You mean you've done this before?" I made my voice sound incredulous.
A world-weary sigh. "Many times. Many, many times."
"And -- the others?"
"Others?"
"Yes, the others. If you've done this many, many times before, you must have done it with many, many others, right?"
"Oh, yes. Um -- well, I don't want to talk about them."
"Just one-night-stands, huh? Well, I don't want to be another in a long line of virgins you've deflowered and cast aside."
Considerable laughter. "But it's different this time -- you're different."
"In what way?"
"You're special." The fingers moved up to my erection and fondled it. "I can tell that you can keep me happy, keep me satisfied --"
"You shouldn't do that -- I'm not that kind of guy --"
"And your mother said you shouldn't," he agreed, not taking his hand off me. "So why aren't you trying to stop me?"
"Feels good," I mumbled, embarrassedly. "I -- I don't want you to stop," I admitted.
"You don't want me to stop? Would you like me to show you some more?"
"I -- oh, yes!"
He turned me over, fastened his lips to mine, and pulled my thighs apart. I tore my mouth from his. "What're you doing?"
"How old are you?"
"I -- uh, sixteen."
"Sixteen? Ok, all right, well, you don't want to be a virgin forever, do you?"
Good line, real good line. "Well, no --"
One finger was coaxing its way up my ass. "Can you reach the Crisco?"
I leaned off the edge of the bed, felt around for the can and handed it to him. "Crisco? Are you gonna bake me a pie?"
I could feel him holding still, determinedly not laughing. "No, I'm not going to bake you a pie." He pulled the plastic lid off, stuck in one hand, and scooped out some shortening. "But you see what's on the label? Cherry pie. And, baby, that's what you are -- cherry pie." One greasy finger slid into me.
That line was so tacky it made me crazy. "Gee, you sure talk pretty."
"Come on, Starsk, loosen up."
"Stay in character."
"Sorry. You just relax and I can make the earth move for you --" Another finger slipped into me.
"Oh, God, yes -- but there's something, something I have to tell you first."
"What's that?"
"Well, I'm not really sixteen."
"No? How old are you?"
"Uh -- twenty five."
Another laugh. "Well, I'm glad to hear that; I was kind of worried about you being jail-bait and all --"
"No, I'm not jail-bait. I'm a cop."
The next thing I know, he was pushing into me. "That's ok, you couldn't take me in for this -- it's entrapment."
"I never heard it called that before --"
"Yeah, this is entrapment -- it'd never hold up in court."
"Oh, I don't know. I mean, I wouldn't wanna do it in court -- alla those people watching? I prefer privacy -- but I bet it'd hold up in court. It would if I had anything to do with it."
We didn't say much for a while; our lovemaking was always more fervent, more torrid, after one of these role-playing games.
After a while, my breathing slowed down to normal. "What time is it, anyhow?"
H nuzzled his nose close to my ear. "Nearly two when I checked the clock."
"Good, we can still sleep for a few hours."
"Uh-huh. Twenty-five? Get real. You can't pass for twenty-five even in this light."
"Shut-up."
"Yeah. I love you too."