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Astray
by Lord Malinov
<malinov@ev1.net>
~~~
"But Mousie, thou art no thy lane,
In proving foresight may be vain;
The best laid schemes of mice an' men
Gang aft agley"
- Burns
~~~
Tracy opened her eyes as a door slammed shut, startled into a
confused consciousness, momentarily uncertain of where she was
laying. The stale smell of unwashed clothes made Tracy grimace and
turn away. "8:40" glowed in red on the night stand.
"Shit," she muttered, lifting her head off the thin pillow. A dingy white
sheet slipped off her bare boobs. "That fucker. He knew I was
supposed to meet Karen at eight thirty." Tracy pulled herself up and
turned to sit on the edge of the small bed. She stretched, her arms
reaching up until she fell back onto the bed. Twisting her waist, she
remembered the night before, the hard mechanical fuck Alan had
delivered only to fall asleep atop her, leaving her unsatisfied and stuck
spending the night on his thin lumpy mattress. Picking herself up, she
scratched her stiff pussy curls. Tracy licked a finger and smiled as she
gently rubbed her excitable clit.
"Let's get out of here," she murmured. "I'm done with this place."
Stepping carefully across Alan's cluttered floor, Tracy made her way
to the bedroom door. Pulling on the knob, she took a step into the
hall when the thud in the room beyond made her pause and then
realizing she was naked, Tracy retreated back into the bedroom.
"Brian's here," she thought. Tracy looked around at the piles of dirty
laundry for her clothes, but remembered that Alan had pulled them off
her when they were on the sofa in the other room.
"Jerry," a young man's voice spoke. Tracy squeezed her bare breast
without thinking. "Yeah, how things going?"
"Yeah, all right, I guess. I mean, you know. No, it's just over. It's
better, I guess. At least she called it off before we . . . . Yeah. No, I
guess it's for the best."
Tracy held the bedroom door open, just a crack, listening attentively
to the phone conversation. She had always wondered what really
happened with Brian and Elaine. Alan had just shrugged his broad
shoulders when she pried for details. "I dunno," he'd said. "She
dumped him." Tracy shook her head. Sometimes she thought Alan
didn't understand anything.
"The reason I called is to ask if you still have that cabin? Do you think
maybe I could crash there for a . . . . That would be great. Are you
sure? I could pay . . . . Yeah, that's no problem. I wish. No, some
alone is what I need. No, I really haven't met anyone, I mean, this
whole thing with Elaine has . . . . I know, but it will take some time. A
year, I guess. I know. No, I'm really not hung up . . . . Really, there
is someone I would bring, but . . . that's the reason I want to get away
for a while."
Tracy tickled her curls, fascinated, smiling uncontrollably as she
eavesdropped.
"That's the whole thing. I can't. No, I mean I can't. She's taken. I
know, but this would be messy. Too close. She's a knockout. I
mean, really gorgeous. Actually, I've known her for a long time, but
she's . . . I really like her, and if I don't get away, it'll be trouble.
Yeah. Remember what happened to Tim and Rick? Exactly. The
thing is, I like her and I have to see her with him all the time. Not only
that, but she practically lives here on the weekends. Yeah."
Tracy's heart suddenly shuddered as a jolt of electricity coursed her
veins.
"She's so casual. Oh, yeah. Mostly naked, anyway. She's driving
me fucking crazy. Panties and t-shirts. Oh, yeah. Real sweet boobs,
and half the time I'm trying to steal peeks. I don't know if she's doing
it on purpose, but I don't want . . . . No, he doesn't know."
"Last night, let me tell you, I've got to get out of here. I came home
early and crashed for a while. I woke up when the door slammed
shut and I'd been asleep for a while, so I had to piss. I take three
steps into the hallway when I hear them in the front room. There's this
mirror by the front hallway. I look into it and Alan is stripping off her
clothes. Hell, I couldn't help but watch. You should have seen the
nipples on these boobs. Just perfect. Then she's bending over as he
pulls her panties down. What an ass! I was going nuts. Beautiful
little pussy, dripping wet. Delicious. I took a few steps closer, and
watched Tracy suck his cock. She's so pretty. I'm falling for her and
she's doing my oaf roommate and I can't stand it."
Tracy's fingers moved rythmically between her moist pussy lips,
remembering the sex with Alan, and imagining Brian standing in the
shadows watching.
"Oh, yeah. I thought about stepping in, but Alan is such a dumb fuck.
I knew he'd lose his cool at the idea. I watched until they moved into
the bedroom. Then I laid in bed, listening to her moan. I didn't sleep
for hours. The music kept echoing in my head. She was just on the
other side of the wall, and she couldn't have been further away."
The excitement welled inside Tracy and she bit her lip as the moans,
real moans this time, softly escaped her.
"Anyway, I've got to get away before something serious happens.
No, I don't want this to go any further. A few weeks will let things
cool down, I'll get some work done and maybe I'll figure out . . . I
appreciate it, Jerry. I'll stop by and get the key. All right, after
eleven. Great. I'll see you then."
The phone fell into the cradle, and Tracy listened, her heart pounding
as Brian's footsteps drew him closer. Impulsively, she let the door
swing wide open. As the young man approached, he found Tracy
leaning against the frame, one hand squeezing a tight nipple as the
other teased her swollen cunt lips.
"Oh, my," said Brian.
"Hey, Brian," said Tracy, her voice sultry with lack of breath. "You
going somewhere?"
"Yeah, well, not . . . ."
"Can I come with you?" Tracy stepped forward to kiss him.
"I, well, I guess. I didn't plan . . . ."
Tracy lost herself in his loving kiss. "Plans change," she whispered.
"Plans change."
~~~
Astray
by Lord Malinov
<malinov@ev1.net>
Power belongs to those who dare . . . Sapere aude
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