Message-ID: <39236asstr$1036923003@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: extra.newsguy.com!newsp.newsguy.com!drn From: DrSpin X-Original-Message-ID: X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 30 Oct 2002 01:43:03 -0800 Subject: {ASSM} (Song Fest) Her Boyfriend's Back (RP) (MF) ~ by DrSpin Date: Sun, 10 Nov 2002 05:10:03 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, newsman Her Boyfriend's Back (MF) by Neil Anthony/DrSpin --------------------------------------------------------- * This story is published here by kind permission of Ruthie's Club, where it appeared illustrated by Lloyd W. Meek under an exclusivity period for six months. Ruthie's Club (http://www.ruthiesclub.com) carries about 40 more of my new stories. * The author welcomes comments and opinions from readers and is invariably motivated to respond. Write to: drspin@newsguy.com or neil@ruthiesclub.com * DrSpin's Standard Disclaimer: I write and you read, if you care to. That's all there is to it. Any reader who is offended should not have been here in the first place. --------------------------------------------------------- "He went away and you hung around "And bothered me every night "And when I wouldn't go out with you "You said things that weren't very nice" -- My Boyfriend's Back (The Angels, 1963) Words and Music by Robert Feldman, Gerald Goldstein, and Richard Gottehrer * * * I picked up the telephone on the third ring. "Midge Maguire is back," advised Tom Girling, a pal. There was more than a trace of humour in his voice. "Just thought you ought to know." "Shit." I meant it. I thought he wasn't due back in town for another six months. "Yeah," Tom said. "I saw him at the airport. He'll be here a week, taking a holiday, and then it's back to Antarctica to do his full term." "Shit." "Yeah," said Tom. "See you around. Maybe." He rang off, laughing. Shit. I wasn't ready for Midge to be back in town. Would he find out? Would she tell him? Would anybody else tell him? Highly likely, I thought. He'd find out one way or the other I was screwing Dahlia Preston, his girlfriend since our schooldays, and then he'd come looking for me. And when he found me, he'd tear me apart. There was no defence against Midge Maguire. Nothing short of an anti-tank missile could stop him. Midge was short for midget. It was one of those nickname things, like calling redheads "Blue" and short guys "Lofty". Midge Maguire was a monster. He shared a mother with Godzilla. He'd been doing some quasi-scientist thing down in Antarctica. The money was sensational, and Midge was planning to buy a house with his earnings and marry his darling Dahlia, the only girl he'd ever gone with. But Dahlia was not as sweet as Midge thought she was. Oh no. She wasn't. She played the shy violet with Midge, but she was an exotic flaming-red hibiscus with me. Oh yes. She was. She was a cunning minx, and she could twist Midge around her little finger. Somehow she'd manage to come out of this smelling like a pure white rose. Which was bad, bad trouble for yours truly. "The trouble with Midge," she breathed into my ear as were dancing a slow dance, "is that he's not exactly a turn-on. A great guy, Midge, and I'm surely going to marry him. But sexy, he's not." "Dahlia, I don't think you should be telling me this. Midge is my friend." But I was only going through the motions. Dahlia had her body pushed up against mine, sliding it suggestively. My cock was as hard as a bone, and it desperately wanted to know what she would say next. "Now you," she said. "You're sexy. Touch me, and I get hot. Look at me, and I get hot. Talk to me, and I get hot." "Dahlia, I'm supposed to be doing Midge a favour. I've taken you to this dance tonight because he asked me to do it. He trusts me." "Fuck him," she said, skating her abdomen across my cock and clutching a hand into my buttock. "He's gone to the bottom of the world. He's there and he's cold, and I'm here and I'm hot. Timmyboy, let's go to your place." She told no lies. She was hot. She burned, she yearned. Dahlia was lean, athletic, flexible, pliable. "Do it to me this way," she urged. She sighed, begged, cajoled, made me feel like a star. She wanted it, as much as she could get, and I gave more than I thought I had. We fucked ourselves a typhoon. It was destructively sensational. I couldn't get out of bed in the morning. Felt like I'd run a half-marathon. Gently, she placed a cup of strong, black coffee on the bed. "Got to go," she said. She was fully dressed, and her face was full of smiles. I nodded weakly, sleep tugging me back under. "That was too good for a one night stand," she said. "I'll be back." She was irresistible. Two nights later, when next she came, she danced a ballet sequence for me, wearing only leg warmers, a headband, and dance slippers. She'd trained when she was younger, and she knew what she was doing. It was entrancing, intoxicating. I fucked her against the wall, ramming into her like a burrowing animal, before the music stopped. "Does Midge get to see you like this?" I asked her later, as she was curled up on the rug, legs drawn up, sex swollen, protruding, glistening. "Nah," she said scornfully. "Art and seduction are wasted on him. Strictly a missionary, our Midge. You now, you're a connoisseur. You appreciate me." "Jesus, Dahlia. You're a fuck machine." She chuckled contentedly. "Only for a while, Timmy. Something to get out of my system, before I settle down." She went on a nine-week rampage. She oiled her body, and crawled blindfolded across the floor, mouth open, searching for my cock. She came to me with experimental positions sketched on a slip of paper. She wanted every experience possible. She was insatiable. "One day Midge will come back," I said. "What then?" "Then you're dumped, Timmy. That's what then." "Dahlia, you're an awful person. You're using me for sex." "Spot on," she agreed. "Are you complaining?" I wasn't. She was a feverishly erotic dream on tape loop. It was Satanic in its wickedness. Never were a man and a woman designed better for it. Then Midge came back. It was six o'clock in the morning and I was in bed, alone, asleep. He bashed aside the front door with his shoulder, splintering the frame, seized me by an arm as I blinked my eyes, and threw me cold and naked on the floor. He loomed over me. His expression was sorrowful. "I'll have to beat you, Tim. You know that, don't you?" I nodded. Yes, I knew it. "It's not 'cause you hit on her," he said. "I can understand that. She's a great girl. It's 'cause you told lies about her when she knocked you back. Half the town thinks you fucked her. So I have to beat you. Understand?" I nodded. Yes, I understood. I took the week off work. I stayed mostly in bed, ate food gingerly, drank lots of water. Didn't bother going to a doctor. I was sure I had a cracked rib, but that heals by itself. Dahlia was back just after Midge's plane left the tarmac. "Well, that worked out all right," she said, sitting herself on my bed. "He's a nice man, but so gullible." "Yeah," I said dryly. "He just knows you'd never cheat on him. Told me so himself. Made it pretty clear." "Now we have six whole months in the clear," she said, snaking a hand under the bedclothes. She brushed my ribs, and I groaned. "But then I'll have to take another beating." Her hand closed around my stiffening cock. "But isn't that a small price to pay?" Good question. I was going to have to come up with an answer sooner or later. ENDS Edited by Ruthie and Nat. * DrSpin/Neil Anthony is at http://www.ruthiesclub.com -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}| |Archive at Hosted by | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+