The Manga Girl (32 page)

     
“My dad’s very grateful for what you did,” Lucy said.

     
“Does he know everything?”

     
Lucy shook her head, “Only the bare details.”

     
Laughter erupted from the marquee and Nick said, “I guess it must be Jason’s turn to talk.”

     
Lucy chuckled and rested her head on his shoulder.
  

     
“So what are your plans now?” Nick asked.

     
“I’m going back to MassArt next week.”

     
“Oh, that’s good.” Nick paused, then said, “Will you be staying on campus?”

     
“I’m not sure. What do you think?”

     
“You might get a bit bored now that Summer is spending so much time with Sid.”

     
“You’re right. Maybe I should look for some accommodation. Do you know anywhere?”

     
“You know, it’s too bad,” Nick said. “I had a spare room until yesterday, but I just filled the vacancy.”

     
“A girl?” Lucy asked.

     
“Five girls, actually. Cheerleaders. Incurable nymphomaniacs, they said. But hey, if you’re really stuck, I could fit you into the box room.”

     
“How about the dungeon?”

     
Now Nick laughed, and pressed his nose against the top of her head, inhaling the fresh fragrance of her hair. Lucy’s hand slid over Nick’s lap and settled on his crotch.

     
“So how’s this guy been?” she asked, feeling his dick automatically begin to swell.

     
“Kind of lonely.”

     
Lucy started to rub him. “Oh yeah, I see what you mean.”

     
Very quickly, Nick’s penis stretched and thickened under her touch.

     
“He hasn’t been cheating on me, has he?” Lucy asked.

     
 
“He’s only interested in you, I’m afraid.”

     
“Oh really? He didn’t seem to have any problem accommodating Yuriko.”

     
Nick moved his head away. “Lucy, we haven’t had a chance to talk about what happened. . .”

     
Lucy put her finger to his lips. “There’s nothing to say. You saved my life, that’s all I know.”

     
She looked down at the bulge in Nick’s pants. “Now what are we going to do about this?”

     
She slipped off the bench and hoisted her dress up to her waist. As usual she was wearing skimpy little panties, white silk ones today. “Don’t want to get any grass stains, do we?” she asked, as she dropped to her knees before him.

     
“Lucy, no,” Nick said. “Somebody might come. . .”

 
    
She unzipped him and deftly freed his rigid member. Then she closed her fingers around his shaft and gave it several long, slow strokes.

     
“Lucy, stop!” Nick groaned. “Lucy, Lu. . . oh, fuck!”

     
He closed his eyes as she flicked at his glans with her satiny tongue. She traced

the tip of it around his corona and then leaned forward and took the full length of him into her mouth. She didn’t hurry, pulling all the way back until her lips were touching the head of his cock, and then taking him back in again until her face was pressed against his suit pants. Nick opened his eyes and stared up at the pink, yellow and red roses as his ecstasy began to build. Just a hundred yards away, a respectable wedding reception was taking place. If anyone were to come into the arbor now, they would be treated to the sight of Lucy’s near-naked butt as she performed fellatio in the open air.

     
Now she started making little whimpering sounds as she increased her tempo. Her breath was hot around his rod as she coated it with her saliva. Finally, Nick could stand it no longer and breathing hard out of his nose, he shot his load straight down her esophagus. Lucy stayed locked onto him, as a second salvo was ejected into her throat, and she greedily swallowed his seed.

     
When he was finally empty, she allowed his semi-flaccid prick to slip out of her mouth. She looked up at him from between his knees. Her eyes were dark and furious, like an angry cat.

     
“I trust that was to sir’s satisfaction?” she asked.

     
“Oh God, yes,” Nick panted.

     
“Good. Then let’s go back to the party. I just wet my pants.”

Chapter Forty-Eight

     
“Hey, I saw your ad?”

     
She was wearing calf-length jeans, sneakers with the laces removed, and a canary yellow tank-top that said ‘Fondle With Care’ and stopped just above her belly button. She handed him a box and said, “You know where it goes.”

     
Nick watched her cute little fanny as she skipped back across the lawn to Sid’s Dodge Ram where Summer was lifting a suitcase out of the back. He took the box up to Lucy’s old room and set it on the floor. He was about to head back down, when his knees wobbled and he slumped onto the bed. He suddenly felt emotionally drained as the roller-coaster events of the past months welled up inside him. Unexpectedly, he let out a choked sob.

     
“Nick, if you think you’re going to goof off while the rest of us. . . hey, are you okay?” Summer put down the bags she was holding and sat next to him. Nick wiped his eyes and said, “Yeah, I don’t know where that came from.”

     
“It’s alright now,” Summer rubbed his back. “You don’t have to worry.”

     
“I know,” Nick said. “It’s just that with all the tension and uncertainty that I’ve been carrying for so long. . . and then I saw her standing there just now. . . it suddenly hit me. She’s back. She’s really back.”

     
“Listen,” Summer smiled. “It’s never an easy ride with Lucy, but I’m sure I don’t need to tell you that she’s worth every second of it.”

     
“You’ve got that right,” Nick said.

     
“It’ll be fine,” Summer said, squeezing his shoulder.

     
“Do you really think so? I’m just not sure what to do, after all that has happened.”

     
 
“Just be you. Lucy knows what she wants, and she’ll be sure to let you know when she’s ready.” Summer kissed him on the cheek. “Come on, let’s go help the others.”

***

     
With Lucy’s art equipment in the basement, her clothes sharing Nick’s wardrobe, and the rest of her stuff in the back room, they sat downstairs with take-away pizza and a bottle of Chianti.

     
“To one hell of a crazy summer,” Sid said, raising his glass.

     
“Which thankfully worked out okay in the end,” Summer added.

     
“To dear friends,” said Nick.

     
“And,” Lucy said, biting into a slice of pepperoni, “to many long hours of really weird sex.”

     
 
Nick looked around at his three closest friends, and figured that Sid had got it right - crazy was the best word for it. He glanced over at Summer and she caught him and gave him a knowing smile. She was seated close to Sid on the couch with her legs tucked under her and again, Nick recalled her lean, toned naked body, her small breasts and pointed nipples, and her turgid little pussy lips. He thought about their sexual escapades, particularly that time in his basement when she had first held his cock. None of that would ever happen again, he thought ruefully - at least not as long as she was with Sid.

     
Carnal yearning aside, he was genuinely pleased that his best friend had found someone, and that it was Lucy’s bosom buddy, made it seem somehow complete. The fact that Summer’s love for Lucy was more than platonic made their mutual relationship even more peculiar and rife with erotic possibilities. But that was how things would always be around Lucy, who seemed to glide through life, scattering her bewitching magic dust, effortlessly seducing everyone in her path.

     
After they had finished eating, they hugged and kissed, and Nick walked Sid and Summer to their car.

     
As a parting word of advice, Sid said, “Now that you’ve finally got her back, do us a favor by not losing her again.”

 
   
Nick watched the Dodge Ram turn the corner, and then went back inside. He found Lucy standing out on the back patio and he put his arms around her waist and rested his chin on her shoulder. The sun was sinking behind the trees and the evening bird chorus had begun.

     
“I’ve missed this place,” she said.

     
Nick replied, “This place has missed you.”

     
He kissed her on the neck and on the ear. She tilted her head to one side and said, “Careful mister, don’t get me started.”

     
“You want another glass of wine?”

     
“Mm, that would be nice.”

     
Nick went inside, threw the pizza boxes in the trash, and then emptied the wine bottle and brought the glasses back outside. Lucy wasn’t there. He was about to return to the house when he noticed the basement door was slightly ajar. He climbed down the steps and opened it - and was presented with a sight that took his breath away.

     
Lucy was draped over the narrow bench, with her ass in the air. Her jeans, sneakers and tank top were on the floor, and her panties were around her knees. Evidently, she had been through her desk drawers, because she had placed the tawse on the bench between her legs, the leather strips dangling over the edge.

     
“Lucy,” Nick said, “Are you sure you are ready for this?”

     
She didn’t answer, but he took a slight jiggle of her buttocks as an invitation to come closer. He put down the wineglasses and placed his hands on her hips. He could hear her breathing heavily. With his right hand, he gently squeezed her ass, and with his left, he sought out her hanging nipples. Lucy began to gyrate her hips and she let out a quivering little moan as Nick trailed his fingertips over her smooth skin and then located the soft folds of her labia. Gently, he inserted his index finger into her pussy and discovered that she was already soaking wet.

     
Slowly, he began to finger-fuck her. The only sounds in the basement were the soft squelching of her sticky juices and her increasingly labored breathing. She began to move backwards onto him, contracting her vaginal wall around his finger. Nick added his middle finger, eliciting a low moan from Lucy, and her entire body became covered with goose bumps. Nick withdrew his fingers and raised them to his nose, savoring her heavenly feminine scent.

     
Lucy looked back over her shoulder at him with a glazed expression and parted lips. Nick swatted the inside of Lucy’s thigh with the back of his hand, and she opened her thighs further, parting her damp, puffed-up labia. He leaned forward and ran his tongue up the length of her slit and Lucy squeaked. Then he stood back upright and picked up the tawse.

     
Lucy was ready.

The End