Deep Inside by Polly Frost Read Free Book Online

closer and whispered, “Well, I’ve imagined what it would feel like.”
    Maureen smiled right at Tom, then walked off. She wasn’t surprised when, two days later, he called her house.
    â€œHow about going out with me next Saturday night?” he said.
    She could hear tension in his usually confident voice. After they hung up, Maureen sat by an open window in her bedroom and played with her breasts. She remembered the look she’d seen on his face as he stared at the statue of Christ. She pictured Tom’s hands with stigmata in them.
    That was it. Her legs parted as her fantasy unfolded before her. The dripping blood…her own tongue pushing through the stigmata as she heard his cries of ecstatic pain.
    She held off coming, although she knew she could come when she wanted to.
    In her mind, she lingered over every inch of Tom, imagining what she didn’t yet know, kissing, sniffing, licking. The taste of blood was vivid in her mind. She waited until the aching was excruciating to let herself come. And when she did, it swept over her in great waves.
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    As Saturday approached, her plans took shape. She knew that on their first date they’d have to get pierced together.
    Tom suggested your typical movie-and-a-soda date when he picked her up. Maureen, though, knew that Tom had a rep for liking to drink, and suggested that after the movie they go to a bar. He looked at her slyly.
    â€œSome girls don’t want to risk getting caught,” he said.
    â€œYeah, well, I’m not one of them. So why don’t we just skip the movie and go straight to the bar?” she said.
    They swapped wicked smiles.
    There was a mob at the door to the bar, and they managed to slip in without being carded. Tom ordered beer after beer, while Maureen matched him with harder stuff—straight tequila shots.
    Tom caressed her hand under the table. Maureen, eager to get the evening off to a faster start, shook his hand off and put her own hand on the crotch of his jeans.
    She leaned over and, making her voice as breathy, wet, and steamy as she could, said, “Let’s go make out in your car.”
    A little lick and a bite, and he was ready to do whatever she wanted. They hid their beer bottles under their sweaters and slipped out of the bar and into the car. They necked for a few minutes.
    Tom pulled away and smiled at Maureen.
    â€œI bet you give a great blow job,” he said.
    â€œYeah, I do,” she said.
    They necked some more. Maureen let him feel her breasts, and kept brushing her hand over his crotch. Tom was a groaner, she discovered, enjoying the feeling of power she had over him.
    Their lips were growing sore and swollen, the car’s windows were steamy, and the passenger area smelled of sweat and musk.
    â€œFuck, Jesus!” Tom said. “You’ve got to show a boy some mercy. I don’t know how long I can keep going before I explode.”
    Maureen felt his hand on the back of her head, pressing it down. She squirmed away, giving his crotch a good squeeze as she did so.
    â€œI’ll give you the best blow job you’ve ever had,” she said.
    â€œNow, baby,” said Tom.
    â€œBut I’ll only give it to you on one condition.”
    â€œAnything, baby.”
    â€œâ€˜Anything, Maureen,’” she corrected him.
    â€œMaureen,” he said dutifully.
    Maureen pulled back. “Did you see the tattoo and piercing parlor a few doors down? I’ll suck you off, every last drop, after you and I go in there and get pierced together.”
    â€œWhoa,” said Tom. “That’s freaky.”
    â€œIt isn’t freaky,” said Maureen. “It’s kinky. And I think we both like that.”
    Tom got that look back on his face, that happy and horny look. “All right,” he said. “Let’s do it.”
    They stumbled over to the parlor a few doors down. They pushed through the door and as they did, Maureen realized