A Cruel Joke 

	"Stop it!  Nooo!!  Paul!  STOP!  I need to pee, 
let me go!!!"  I squealed, laughing and kicking Paul 
in the side accidentally.  He let go immediately and 
sat up on the bed, grabbing his left side with his 
hands, yelling, "Ouch, Shit!  That hurt!"
"Oh my god!  I'm so sorry!  Are you okay?"  I gasped 
and sat up with him, putting my hands over my mouth.
	"I think I'll live; At least, I hope so." He 
pulled off his shirt and looked at his side. "Geez, 
Tori, be careful where you kick next time!" I noticed 
a red spot already starting to appear.
	"I'm sorry!!"  I pouted, "But it is your fault!  
I told you to stop!  I can't help where my feet kick 
when you're tickling me, you know it drives me crazy."  
I tried apologizing and kissed his side very softly.  
"Does that hurt?"
	"No."
	I kissed him again, a little harder than the 
first time.  "Does that hurt?"
	"No."
	I kissed his side one more time; again, a bit 
harder... and this time I licked the spot as well.  
"What about that?"
	"A little.  I think I'm gonna have some sort of 
bad bruise; it's all your fault.  What are you gonna 
do about it?"  He leaned over and whispered the last 
part in my ear, nibbling on the lobe and sliding his 
hand under the back of my shirt.
	"Mmm... I'm going to go to the bathroom."  I 
crawled away from him, got off the bed and half-
skipped to the bathroom.  Even at 23 years old, I know 
I'm really still a kid at heart.  So is Pauly, for 
that matter.  Maybe that's why we get along so well.  
We can be completely playful together and neither of 
us thinks, `this is so childish.'  I mean, come on, 
what other couples will get in tickle fights over what 
to have for breakfast?!?
	He had made himself comfortable on the bed while 
I was in the bathroom.  As I came out he was laying on 
his side with a pillow under his head, looking at me.  
"So what are you going to do to make up for hurting 
me?"  He asked as I crawled onto the bed next to him.  
His arm went around me and rubbed my back softly as I 
sat there.
	"Well I don't know."  I lied down next to him and 
wrapped my arms around his chest, laying my head 
sideways next to his chest.  I closed my eyes and 
started placing barely there kisses wherever I could 
reach on his chest.  "You feel so comfortable.  I know 
it sounds weird, but it's like, I feel safe in your 
arms, almost to the point where the world stops moving 
when I'm with you."
	"You're always safe in my arms.  I'm sure of it, 
and I want you to always remember that."  He wrapped 
his arms around my back then stiffened suddenly.  He 
winced and mumbled "shit" as he did this, then moved 
away from me a bit
	"I think I have an idea."  I slipped out of his 
arms and ran to the kitchen, returning shortly with a 
few pieces of ice wrapped in a dishtowel.  I crawled 
onto the bed so I was behind his back and ran my 
fingers carefully over his side where I had kicked 
him.  I gently put the wrapped up towel of ice down on 
him and asked him how that felt.
	"I can barely feel it.  It doesn't feel cold 
enough"
	`Hmm.' I thought.  Then I set the towel of ice on 
the bed in front of his chest and picked up one cube 
between the thumb and forefinger of my right hand.  I 
very gently and softly ran it across the spot on his 
side.  "Does that feel any better?"  I asked.
	"Oh yeah."  I continued to run the ice cube 
across his back & side; watching it melt on his skin 
and drip down his back or stomach.  I started 
massaging the lost drops of water into his skin before 
it hit the sheets.  He turned his head and watched me, 
staring at me as I concentrated on the task at hand.  
I licked my slightly chapped lips then ran the ice 
cube around them slowly, looking directly in his eyes.  
I then offered him some and rubbed it around his lips.  
He parted them and took what was left of the piece of 
ice into his mouth, sucking on my fingers as I 
withdrew them.  I leaned in for a kiss and the sliver 
not worthy of being called an ice cube passed into my 
mouth with Paul's tongue, melting away to nothingness 
after a second.  He slid one hand under the back of my 
shirt and unhooked my bra.  That man has gotten better 
at taking off my bras one handed than I am.  He does 
it more often, anyway.
	After the kiss ended I made a show of taking off 
my shirt.  It was this new hunter green button-down 
short sleeve thing I practically lived in the past few 
weeks.  I started at the bottom, revealing one inch 
after the other until only one button remained between 
the outside world and my breasts.  The top two buttons 
were already off.  I don't believe they do any good on 
a woman other than hide some of her most beautiful 
assets, the breasts of course.  My hair was wavy and 
ended right about at the level of my nipples.  Paul 
always adored dark green colors on me, he told me once 
it perfectly matches my green eyes and my red hair.  I 
don't know about `perfectly' but it made me feel sexy 
and the first time he saw me in it he got an erection!  
I take that as a good sign.
	I got off the bed and walked around so I was in 
front of Paul.  I unbuttoned my shorts and slid them 
off, then kneeled down.  "Lay back" I ordered Paul.
	"`Lay back'?  You trying to tell me what to do?"  
He asked mockingly, taking his time lying on his back.
	"Yes I'm telling you what to do, and you have two 
choices, do what I say or lay there in pain the rest 
of the day!"  I straddled his legs and sat back on 
them.
	"I think I'll listen to what you say."  Like it 
was really much of a choice in the first place.
	I suddenly became a demure girl and acted all shy 
while sliding down his boxer shorts and exposing his 
partially erect cock.  "Well at least somebody's happy 
to see me."  I said jokingly and leaned down to place 
a kiss where the shaft of his cock meets his body.
	"Oh god, please don't, Hun... I don't think I'm 
up to having sex right now."  He moaned, his eyes 
closed; his hands gripping the sheets to his sides.
	"Just lay back and relax, I'll try to be gentle." 
I purred, pulling his boxers further down.  I 
positioned myself between his legs and gently stroked 
his cock until it was fully erect.  I jumped off the 
bed to a groan from his mouth and proceeded toward the 
dresser.  "Why'd you stop?" he half moaned, his own 
hand lightly stroking his cock in my place and kicking 
his boxers all the way off and onto the floor.
	"I bought something a few days ago and thought 
maybe this was a good time to try it out."  I produced 
a bottle from the top drawer and hid it behind my back 
as I regained my position on the bed.  "I've been 
wanting to try this out for a little while now."  A 
mischievous grin spread across my face as I produced 
the bottle of sensual oil in my hand.  I think his 
cock swelled a little at this statement, but I can't 
be sure.
	"You are such the little devil.  Buying toys 
behind my back.  You don't have anything else in that 
drawer, do you?"
	"Well... yeah, I do.  I bought myself something, 
but maybe I'll show you that one some other time; for 
now, you feel up to this?"
	"I'm not complaining.  If I start screaming in 
pain, just find a brick of ice, set it down on my side 
and keep doing whatever it is your doing!"
	"Paul!!"  I broke into hysterics and set the 
bottle down on the bed.  I climbed up the bed and we 
exchanged a long, deep, sensual kiss.  "Have you ever 
thought about, well.... using any oils?  I've heard 
they can be great fun."
	"Oils?  Damn girl, you choose now to spring this 
on me?"  He laughed.  "You wait until I can't get away 
easily.  I swear I thought you were gonna handcuff me 
and start whipping me or something!"
	"No, but that is a good idea."  I giggled to 
myself, pondering the possibilities of the handcuffs.  
After a second I focused back on the topic at hand.  
From how I was laying partially on him, his little 
friend was starting to poke me in the stomach.  "Well, 
this says it tastes like raspberries, too."  I grinned 
as I popped open the top and poured a little bit onto 
his chest carefully.  "Looks good."  I licked my lips 
and started massaging the oil onto his chest, then 
took a finger and tasted the oil.  "Oh yeah.  I think 
I'm gonna enjoy this."
	"Oh my god, Tori.  Do you realize how sexy you 
are?  I'm gonna blow my load without you even touching 
my cock."  I had to laugh, I had barely done anything 
and he was already into it!  I took my time rubbing 
all the oil into him, probably enjoying just that act 
more than he was.  I licked around his belly button 
then massaged that area a bit more.  It was 
intoxicating; I couldn't get enough of the taste of 
that oil.  And that gave me an idea that made me wet 
just thinking about it.  I slid down so I was sitting 
between his legs and found the bottle of oil, 
drizzling a bit more onto his stomach, replacing the 
cap and setting it on the floor next to me.  He seemed 
to have a good idea of what was coming, but even if he 
didn't he started moaning like it was one of the best 
sites he's ever seen.  I finally took off my shirt the 
rest of the way to keep from getting it covered in 
oil.  Then I scooped up the oil and rubbed it between 
my hands before gripping his cock softly and massaging 
the oil all over the shaft and his balls.  He was 
completely hard within a matter of minutes and I 
continued my assault, adding just another drop of oil 
to the shaft.  After I was satisfied that I had 
thoroughly covered his cock and balls with oil I 
licked the side for a `taste test' of sorts.  "Mmm, 
yeah.  Soooo good"  I purred as I continued stroking 
him with my slippery hands as I moved down and sucked 
one of his balls into my mouth.  
I had finally convinced him to let me shave him 
the night before.  I had told him before I like my men 
hairless from the neck down and although he wasn't 
quite up to letting me take all his hair off, I did 
get to shave his balls and pubic area.  I don't know 
if he enjoyed it too much at the time  (scared a woman 
would slip and cut off his balls completely, 
probably.) but it sent me to heaven.  
I was going wild on him and by the way he was 
bucking his hips he was going wild, too.  My tongue 
ran up the underside of his cock, and tried resisting 
licking the slit on the top of his now rock hard cock 
but the temptation proved too much and I was itching 
to taste his cum mixed with the oil.  I drew the head 
into my mouth and swirled my tongue around it a bit 
before sucking him deep into my mouth.  "Fuck me!" he 
moaned and thrust his hips back and forth while I 
sucked eagerly on his member.  I heard him, and oh god 
how I wanted to but this was his present for now.  My 
apology for him for what had happened earlier, I 
suppose.
One hand moved down to rub my complaining clit as 
the other cupped his balls and gently rolled them 
around in my hand.  I moaned around his cock and my 
hips involuntarily started rocking back and forth.  I 
felt his orgasm build in his balls and then he 
exploded into my mouth as he voiced an animalistic 
yell and I tried to swallow all his cum.  It was too 
much and I removed my lips from around his cock just 
as his second spurt shot out of him.  A bit of it 
caught my hair as a third spurt of cum leapt from his 
cock and landed on his stomach.  A forth and fifth 
spurt came out as I milked his cock for more with one 
hand as the other continued to play with myself.  He 
groaned for me to stop and kiss him already.  I 
complied; savoring his kiss mixed with the taste of 
him.  We held that passionate kiss for who knows how 
long but by the time we parted my own pleasures I had 
started to satisfy seemed to have dissolved and I laid 
down next to him, feeling completely satisfied even 
though I hadn't even come close to orgasm.  He rolled 
onto his side and wrapped his arms around me and 
sighed as I snuggled up against his chest and closed 
my eyes.  "Hey," I asked softly, "Your side still 
hurt?"
He started to chuckle softly, "It never really 
hurt that bad in the first place."
"You jerk!" I slapped his ass and laughed, 
sitting up and looking at him with a look of 
disbelief.  "You are such an asshole sometimes.  I 
can't believe you!"
"Hey!  What?"
"You made me think that I had hurt you really bad 
and all this time you were just playing with me!?"
"Aww, come on Victoria.  I was just trying to get 
back at you for last night.  Besides," he broke his 
sentence with another chuckle, "That was the best blow 
job of my life and from where I was, you seemed to 
enjoy it just as much as I did!"
	"That was a cruel, cruel joke, Paul.  God, I 
cannot believe you got me!" I slapped his ass again, 
emphasizing the word `believe.'  I lay down in his 
arms again and sighed.  "We both need a shower 
something bad.  I'm all sweaty and icky and you're 
covered in oil and your own cum."
	"Next time I'm using that oil on you."  He kissed 
and licked a little area on my shoulder.
	"Promise?"
	"Oh yeah."
	I smiled and sat up again.  "Come on.  Shower 
time.  I want to get all clean before you get too 
far."  I got up and held my hand out for him.  "It's 
still early and I did not have today in mind for a 
bed-in."
	He grabbed my arm but instead of standing up, 
pulled me down on top of him again.  "Oh, but I like 
bed-ins.  `You can be my Yoko Ono.  You can follow me 
wherever I go.  Be my be my be my Yoko Ono.  Isn't it 
beautiful to see two people so much in love?  
Barenaked as two virgins hand in hand and hand in 
glove.'"  I laughed and we kissed again.
"I love it when you sing to me."  I giggled 
again, "You should have been a singer instead of a 
drummer."
	"But then you'd miss my manly muscles, wouldn't 
you?"  He grinned a huge cheesy grin and flexed his 
arm muscles.
	"Good point.  You could still work out, right?"  
I pouted and felt his pecks.  He never answered.  I 
stood up and walked to the bathroom, looking at him 
behind my shoulder as I did.  "You coming or not?" I 
asked as I reached the doorway, leaning on it and 
trying my best to look provocative for him.
	"You know I can't resist taking a shower with 
you.  Time for round 2."  He practically jumped out of 
the bed and ran to where I was, picking me up and 
kicking the bathroom door shut behind us.
