The Mammoth Book of Short Erotic Novels (44 page)

“WmGibson” was the screen name I used on line, a bad one at that, all the cyberpunk connotations laid right out.

“Actually,” I said, “my name is Nick.”

“You said.”

“I did?”

“Yeah.”

“Nicky,” I said.

“I like ‘WmGibson’,” Mo said.

The apartment smelled of and looked of young women. I felt awkward, being older than Mo. I knew that many of the graduate students who were TAs slept with their freshmen students – it was
all par for the course. But I wasn’t a TA, and Mo wasn’t one of my students. I was getting ahead of myself anyway – how did I know something of a sexual nature was going to occur
between Mo and myself? Maybe she just invited me over to be friendly?

Mo offered me something to drink, and I said milk would be nice. She laughed at that, and said, “Don’t you want a beer?”

“Not now,” I said.

“I have milk,” she said.

She got me a glass of milk and she had a soda. We talked some; it was small talk. Her robe kept opening, giving me a glance of cleavage, but she’d quickly close it. I was falling in lust.
Mo never wiped away the sultry grin she maintained, and I couldn’t read what was in her small dark eyes, often covered by strands of black hair. I detected something insidious. I didn’t
know if I should make a move or not.

“Let’s get on-line,” she suggested, “and tell everyone you’re here. That should stir up some gossip.”

It didn’t sound exciting to me but I said why not. Mo lived to be on-line; she was a true William Gibson character in the flesh – bright, Asian, and Net-savvy. I asked about her
heritage, and she said her family had come from Korea.

She took me to her bedroom, one of three in the unit. It was small and cluttered, with a single bed, a desk, and a Macintosh computer. It smelled feminine. There were clothes all over the floor
– skirts, jeans, blouses, bras and panties.

She logged into one of the chatrooms we both frequented; sure enough, there were people we knew there, both on-campus and all over the globe.

Guess who is here in my room
? Mo typed.
WmGibson! :^)

Some people said hello to me, some said they didn’t believe it.

“Say hello,” Mo said to me, getting up from her desk.

I sat at the desk. Mo sat on the edge of her bed, which was very close to the desk.

Hey everyone
, I typed.
It is me, WmGibson,
aka Nicky Bayless, and I am here with Mo
.

Answers were like so:

No way
!

Kiss Mo
!

Jerk
!

It’s Mo fooling again.

I felt silly typing,
No it’s really me
.

This is when Mo slipped her foot between my legs. First she guided her naked foot, with clean, well-clipped nails, up my leg, leaned back on the bed, and got her foot into my crotch. This
wasn’t an easy thing to do, but I had my torso half-turned in the chair. I turned some more.

She sprung up, and came to me. She sat in my lap. She reached for the keyboard and typed:
Guess what I’m doing? Rubbing WmGibson’s cock and balls with my left foot
!

She added:
I’m now trying to stick my big toe up his asshole. His asshole is resistant, but my toe is getting in there
.

I laughed, and she laughed.

As the chatroom clamor went on, I touched Mo – her back, her neck, her breasts. She stood, and we embraced. She ran her fingers through my hair and it felt very nice. I kissed her chest
where the robe opened.

“I haven’t showered in three days,” she told me. “I must be gross.”

“No,” I said, although I could smell and taste her sweat.

I started to stand, to kiss her. She pushed me back in the chair.

“I don’t kiss,” she said.

“What?”

“Anyone.”

“Why?”

“I hate saliva,” she said. “Mouths, tongues: yuck.”

We continued to embrace and touch. I pulled at the sash of her robe.

She said, “What do you think you’re doing, little boy?”

“I want to see your body,” I said. “You won’t let me kiss you; let me see your body.”

“Only for a second,” she said.

She opened her robe, still in my arms, and revealed her young, beautiful frame. Medium-sized breasts with dark nipples, an outie-bellybutton, a very thick patch of black pubic hair. She then
closed her robe and smiled and said, “
There
, you’ve seen it.”

“Kiss me.”

“No way.”

I pulled her to me, my face pressed between her covered breasts. She continued to run her fingers through my hair.

“Play on the Net,” she said. “I’m going to take a shower.”

“Now?”

“I
need
a shower.”

She left me there, at her desk, and went into the shower. I heard the water run. I logged her account off, and logged into mine, getting back on the same chatroom channel.

Hey
, someone named Nexus said,
are you really at Mo’s place
?

Yes
, I replied.

Cool
, Nexus said.

I was getting all the signals wrong. Mo was naked in the shower; I could see the hot water hitting her brown body, the water rolling down it. I logged off, got up, and tried the bathroom door.
It was unlocked. I went in.

“Is that you?” Mo said from the shower.

There was a lot of steam. I said, “Yes.”

“It’s about time,” she said. “Get naked and join me.”

I got naked and joined her.

We spent a good twenty minutes cleaning one another with a bar of soap, putting shampoo in each other’s hair, and touching each other’s sex. I took every opportunity I could get to
feel her body – her neck, her chest, her breasts, her stomach, her ass, her cunt. She let me finger her clit, but wouldn’t let me slide my finger in; each time I tried, she said,
“No, not yet.” Not yet? And she still would not kiss me on the lips; she allowed me to kiss other parts of her body, but not the lips. She took my very hard cock in her hand, stroked
it, and took it in both hands. I made myself not come. We got out of the shower, and dried each other off. Naked, we went back to her bedroom. I pushed her toward the bed.

“I said I will not kiss you,” she said.

“I know,” I said, and put my mouth on her tits.

I reached for her cunt. She sat up. I laid on the bed, rubbed her back.

“You should know something,” she said. “I’m a virgin.”

“I’ve heard that before,” I said, and stifled a sad – a very sad – laugh.

“What?” she said, and just when I thought she would tell me I could fuck her in the ass, Mo said, “I swallow.”

“What’s that?”

“I can suck like a crazy machine,” she said.

“Show me,” I said.

“I want to show you,” she said, and did. She went down on my cock. She wasted no time, and had the whole thing in her mouth. She cupped my balls in her hand, squeezing just a little
too hard. After the whole shower bit, I was ready to explode, and explode I did, several huge spurts of semen, which she swallowed completely.

“Yum,” she said. “Reminds me, I’m hungry. You want to go get something to eat?”

“I want to eat you,” I said.

“Not now, later,” she said. She stood, and went to her closet. “I need food. I don’t want to eat on campus.”

“There’s plenty of places to go,” I said.

“OK,” she said. “Don’t watch me dress.”

“I just like looking at you.”

“I
don’t
like people watching me dress. Go get your clothes on.”

I went to the bathroom and retrieved my clothes, like a good boy.

We went to get pizza a few miles off campus. She ordered a beer and wasn’t carded.

“So,” said Mo, leaning back. “Tell me about Nicky Bayless, aka WmGibson.”

“What’s to tell?”

She leaned forward, voice low. “I can still taste your come in my mouth. The back of my mouth, really. You just pumped your come in my mouth and I don’t know anything about you.
Don’t you think that’s kinda weird, on my part?”

“I’m getting hard again.”

“Good. I like guys who’re always hard.”

“Tell me about you,” I said.

“I like sucking dick,” she said. “I like to swallow. I could swallow all day.”

“I’m twenty-eight,” I said.

“Nice.”

“Graduate student.”

“Nice.”

“I write things.”

“Nice.”

“But you know all this.”

“Yes.”

“So what do you want to know?”

“Do you have a girlfriend?”

“No.”

“Do you want me to be your girlfriend?”

“Yes.”

“Will you marry me?”

“I don’t know you.”

“Will you
marry
me?”

“Yes,” I said. ”

“Tonight?”

“We could drive to Vegas.”

“Mo Bayless. Sounds funny.”

“Let’s do it,” I said.

“I’d give up my virginity for the man who’d marry me.”

“We can be in Vegas before midnight,” I said.

She said, “Many guys wanna marry me.”

“I bet.”

“I have a lot of boyfriends.”

“I bet,” I said, and asked, “Do you swallow them all?”

She said, “Yes.”

“Oh.”

“I bet you have girlfriends.”

“Women come and go in my life,” I said. “Dark entries.”

“And I’m just another,” she said.

“Tell me about Maureen.”

“Mo.”

“Oh?”

“I hate ‘Maureen’.”

“Mo.”

“Mo has nowhere to go,” she said, softly.

“What?”

She eyed me. “My parents would never approve of you.”

“I’m too old.”

“Too white.”

“I see.”

“I have to marry a nice Korean man –”

“I could fake it,” I said.

“– some day.”

“But not today?”

“Today,” she said, “I’d marry you.”

“Let’s do it.”

“You just want my pussy.”

“I want you.”

“Are you still hard?”

“Very.”

“I want to swallow you again,” she said. “Maybe for dessert?”

“Let’s eat fast.”

“Behavioral science,” Mo said.

“What?”

“My major. For now.”

“How am I behaving?”

“Too nice,” she said.

“What should I do, to not be so nice?”

“Grab me by the hair. Force me to suck your dick.”

“Here?”

“Sure.”

When we were done, and in my car, I grabbed her hair, hard. I tried to kiss her.

“Don’t kiss me,” she said, a hand on my chest.

“Dammit,” I said.

“Make me suck your dick. I have these elaborate rape fantasies that I’ll tell you about someday.”

I took my cock out, grabbed her head, and pushed her down. I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation of her blowjob. I came in her mouth the second time that night.

I took Mo home, and there I met her two roommates, both of whom had short hair and were nineteen or twenty, young.

“Just another guy,” I said to Mo, referring to her roommates’ looks.

“Do you care?”

“No,” I said.

“Do you want your dick sucked more?”

“Yes,” I said.

We undressed, in the dark, and lay on the bed, where she took my cock back in her mouth. I wanted her, too; I told her this.

Mo said, “I’d like your face in my pussy.”

I was quick to get between her legs. Now I had her cunt before me, the fresh smell of it, and I licked it. I spread it open. I couldn’t admire, in the dark, what I knew must have been the
beauty of a virgin twat (perhaps quite unlike Alexia’s), but I could taste it, and it was the sweetest cunt I’ve ever had on my tongue, my lips, my mouth. Mo squirmed with delight, and
made enough loud sounds that I knew her roommates were getting an earful. I moved a finger to her opening, and was surprised she let me do this. I slid the finger in. Mo’s body tensed all
over, and began to shake. “That’s it, Nicky,” she said, “finger-fuck that kitty,” and I did, sliding it in and out, my tongue pressed and lapping against her clit the
whole time. Mo’s shaking became almost frightening, but intriguing and fun at the same time; and she came with such a shrilling cry I’m sure it echoed all across the campus.

I kissed her belly-button, my lips wet with her sex. I moved up to kiss her, but she looked away. I moved up more, so that my cock was at her mouth. She took it. My hands were against the wall
by the bed, balancing my body, so that I was able to move my cock in and out of her mouth with the motion of my hips, fucking her pretty Asian face. Looking down, all I could see was the silhouette
of her hair, and a slight whiteness of her eyes, as she was looking up at me. Mo’s hands grabbed my ass, pulling me, making me fuck her mouth deeper. She squeezed and rubbed my ass, and one
finger moved to touch my asshole. I was a piston, going in and out of her mouth, and I too let out a loud groan (maybe too loud, wanting her roommates to hear) and came in Mo’s mouth a third
time that night.

I came in her mouth a fourth time a few hours later, waking up to her sucking me off. It took me a good while to get there this fourth time, but she didn’t seem to mind, and I enjoyed
every minute, every second.

It was awkward sleeping in that single bed with her; we were close and entwined. Sleeping with someone else, I usually like room. It was also very nice. Her smell, her body, her hair, her flesh
was always on me. I felt her pubes against my leg. She slept well, but I didn’t. I never sleep well in a new environment. I looked at her in the night, and pondered on her beauty, and basked
in the comfort of being so near her.

In the morning, we sixty-nined, she on top of me; I licked her from cunt to asshole as she kept my cock deep into her mouth. She didn’t come, but I did.

She had to get ready to go to class, and I had to go home. I had nothing to do at home. I tried talking her into skipping class.

“Kiss me goodbye,” she said.

I kissed her, gently, on the lips.

“That’s no kiss,” Mo said.

“You said you hated kissing.”

“I say that to all strangers.”

“I’m not a stranger?” I asked.

“After last night?” she said.

We kissed for a good five minutes; then I left.

I was soon to learn I was in a long line of lovers Mo had, mostly younger men. A few days later, I went to her place, and she took me inside, wearing shorts and a halter. There
was a guy sitting on her floor. He wore glasses, baggy jeans, was perhaps twenty. He stared at me.