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brightened and turned to me. “She loved showing it off and I loved looking. Please bring her up next time you come,” he pleaded, rubbing his balls.
Sissy just snorted and raised her glass, drinking the last of the whiskey. “Man, I sure could use another glassful,” she said, dropping in more ice and nearly filling the glass again.
Pips leered at me and took my hand. “What a great friend you have. We had lovely times together, didn’t we?” he said, looking at Sissy again. She had another deep swallow, then stared at him.
“What—what you looking at?” she spluttered.
“Sweetie,” Pips shook his head, “you drink too much, too fast. Slow down.” He turned to me. “I told her that many a time last year but she still drinks like a fish, as if there’s no tomorrow.” He looked at her. “Slow down, baby, slow down!”
But Sissy ignored him, set her glass down and mumbled, “You got a bed? I just wanna lay down a second.”
“In the other room,” Pips said, getting up from his chair. I stood there blushing and watching them, remembering being on that bed yesterday. I saw him take her hand as she wobbled out of the room, trying to steady her as he steadied himself on the wall. I rubbed my crotch for a minute or so, then went to see what they were doing.
She looked like she’d collapsed onto the bed. The front of her halter top had fluttered up to show off the bulge in her leggings. Pips was in his chair and was slowly jerking off again. We looked at each other. I nodded at him and he nodded back hopefully. I shrugged and removed my shirt and started undoing my pants. In an instant I was fully naked, just like him. I eased myself carefully onto the bed, trying not to disturb Sissy. She moved a little, but still lay in a drunken sleep. Pips stared at me as I stroked my own hard dick; he circled his fingers around his.
I watched Sissy sleep. Wow, she sure was pretty laying there, the edge of her halter top up above her leggings, her hands up near her head with elbows bent. She looked ready for a fucking! Wait a minute, how the hell do they do that?
I dipped my head to her as if about to kiss her— what the hell was I doing! —and lay on top of her, my hard penis pressing against hers in her leggings, and I started grinding slowly against her. I didn’t care what Pips was doing. I only cared that she was mine , the beautiful Sissy Godiva, my love . I felt awkward, but I bent my head and started to kiss her mouth, her nose, her beautiful closed eyes, when I felt a sudden leap in my belly. My semen rushed right through me, exploding onto her leggings and halter top.
Whew! That was beautiful, divine ! If I could lie on top of her forever, I would. But I moved off her, feeling the stickiness at my crotch and looked embarrassedly at Pips, jerking off. I turned back to Sissy. She lay as before, passed out. But the bright wetness of my scum shone boldly on her white leggings and in the sprinkles on her purple halter top. I didn’t care. I leaned over and kissed her again, rolled on top of her again. I shut my eyes .
Yeah, sure, I’m not gay, uh-huh. Tell me another bullshit lie.
Chapter 13
    Sissy Godiva was pushing me off her, crawling away. “Motherfucker, you’re in my way!” She stood up and looked around. “Where’s the damned bathroom? I’ve gotta pee!”
“Huh? What is it?” Pips grunted, also waking up.
    “The bathroom, the bathroom, where’s the fucking bathroom?”
“The door’s in the kitchen,” I said, “right by the window. It’s just like my apartment.” But what difference did that make to her? She’d never been in my apartment. She was racing through Pips’ flat; we heard a door bang loudly and the heavy stream of her urine splashing into the toilet. I imagined her standing before the tank and sighing, “Whew!” Wonder if she was sitting down?
I sat up on the bed, looking nervously at Pips. “What time is it?” I asked, yawning. “How long have we been sleeping?” He