Disciples of Meridiana– Excerpt 1

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Disciples of Meridiana– Excerpt 1– this is an excerpt taken from a way-too-long piece I wrote up trying to document and explore further a particularly vivid fantasy I recently had during a long, solo car ride. There’s tons more, it may be turning into a novella or something, but I guess I just wanted to see if anyone were interested in reading any more of this before I uploaded the whole thing (it’s past 8K words and still not done, lol). Yes, it’s unrealistic, but that’s why they created a word for it– “Fantasy”. Anyway, in this part we join out protagonist (Mike– yes, it’s me, mostly, so sue me for starring in my own fantasy) as he flirts with an enticing stranger he’s just met and “smoked out” as they ride down a dark stretch of Georgia interstate, her friend following in a car behind them…Anyway, here it is. Enjoy– or not, as the case may be. Miles down the road, we rode– not talking, but not in silence, either. I had given Diana my phone so she could pick the music and I sat approving of her taste as a track from System of a Down shook the windows at near maximum volume. She was nodding her head with the rhythm, her eyes low-lidded and glassy, a dreamy little smile on her face. She abruptly stretched in her seat, an utterly inspiring sight as she arched her back, those rounded tits rising up toward the headliner, her arms and legs uncoiling sinuously and shifting around until she wound up curled partially on her left side, legs drawn into the seat underneath her, her head turned all the way to face me. I had to correct my position on the road because I was caught up staring over at her. She had noticed, also noticed my embarrassed grimace before my return to nominally focusing on the road, and her smile widened even more. “Mike this is some good shit,” she said languidly. I barely understood her over the raging music. “Yeah, you said that back when you were trying to send your friend smoke signals.” I nearly shouted. She laughed. “Usually I hold it better than that. I’m still embarrassed.” “You’re fine, girl.” I said, and the weed suddenly added, “…In every possible way.” I was shocked that I had said it out loud. I kind of hoped she hadn’t heard it. She got quiet. The song faded out then and the cab was quiet, too. She reclined there impossibly cute and looking over at me appraisingly and I could barely stand her gaze. “You really think so…?” she asked after a while. She was still smiling a little but her expression was inscrutable otherwise. “Think what? That you’re… uh, fine?” I was stalling. She just nodded, her doe eyes wide, still fixed on me. She had removed her glasses and those otherworldly eyes shone even in the dimness of the cab. “Well, I’m not blind, gay, or stupid, so… Yeah. I mean, it’s not like anyone would seriously try to refute that statement, would they?” “You’re sweet, to say it, I mean… but you know I’m kinda fat.” A cloudy expression flitted across her face. “The fuck you are.” I said, more vehemently than I meant to. “Who the hell said that to you?” Like I was going to kick someone’s ass or something over it. Bluster. But I really was a bit angry that someone would make such a beautiful creature feel bad about herself, though. “No one says it really, but… you know. You can just tell. Well… my last boyfriend did say it, right at the end. But I think all guys are thinking it.” “I can tell you that I am 100% certain that not ALL guys would think that.” “Yeah..” she said, still ruefully. “Maybe. Chubby chasers, right?” She was getting visibly upset a little. If she were just fishing for compliments, which I was more than ready to give anyway, it seemed to be backfiring on her. I suspected she really had been hurt with someone’s words sometime recently. I had to compose myself before speaking again. I was pissed at this nameless jackass. “Look here, Diana. Anyone who looks at you and sees anything less than a fucking goddess needs to have their head examined; simple as that. I don’t know what’s gone wrong with society or whatever but you are the picture of a damned-near flawless woman– what I can see here, anyway. I see so many 12-year-old-boy-looking bodies held up as some kind of example of feminine beauty and everything else is ‘fat’ and that kind of sickens me, honestly. That’s not ‘fat’. ‘Fat’ is having a big, gobby belly that hangs down onto your thighs, and 3 or 4 chins, arm rolls like the Michelin man and shit. You know– obese. That’s too ‘fat’. Do you honestly think you fit that description in any concievable way?” She was smiling still but her eyes were shiny and I could tell she was fighting to put down that emotion I had reacted so strongly to. I was sure that hurt was genuine, now. It made me hurt inside, too, to see it on her face. “I guess not.” She said, turning lara escort her head to look down at herself coiled in the seat, took a little shuddering breath, seemed to brighten a little more after. A different kind of expression played at the corners of her mouth, a kind of smile I hadn’t seen out of her yet. Mischievious. “But I do still have a little belly…” She illustrated by putting her hands on her stomach and rubbing them up and down a little– the movement lifted her hoodie and the shirt beneath a bit and I glimpsed the creamy, smooth skin of her tummy and the bottom rim of her “inny” belly button. She had that kind of little tummy pooch that made me crazy, the kind where it looked flat on its own but sloped back to her pelvis beneath, as if her back were always steeply arched. I gasped involuntarily and time froze for a moment until a sudden vibration shook me out of my trance– we had drifted to the side of the road and the vibration of the tires on the rumble strip beyond the stripe growled through the whole cab. Not panicking, I steadily pulled us back into our lane, sheepishly muttering “sorry” and resolving to pay more attention. But there was only one thing in my world worth paying attention to at the moment. “Whew,” she sighed. “I felt that rum-bly in my tum-bly…” Her grin widened in my peripheral vision. “And in even better places, too. Ugh. That’s, uh– that’s distracting driving, buddy.” Her voice was teasing, soft, seductive. She couldn’t have made me any hotter if she had just straight-up asked me to fuck her. I was dumbfounded and my cock was stiffening again. I could tell this time I was about to get a full-on boner and there was nothing to be done about it. Her phone rang. She picked it up. “What?” she said, pausing to hear the answer. “No, we’re fine. We were just talking and he drifted over a bit.” Another pause. She stole a glance over at me. “No. Not yet. Still a long ways.” another long pause. “No.” she said, insistently. “C’mon. It’s not like that. It’s cool. I’m having fun. Look, I’ll text you, OK?” She hung up. “Everything all right?” I asked. “‘Mom’ says hi,” she said. “She wants to know why you aren’t watching the road.” “Tell her sorry, there was this incredible belly button in the road that I just couldn’t avoid,” I answered right back. Diana giggled, and in my peripheral vision I could see her bite her lower lip. It made me measurably harder. My breathing was quickened a bit and I tingled all over, sensing some rising electricity between us.”So you’re a ‘belly button guy’, then, huh? What’s that like?” she teased. “It’s like having to lay on your stomach constantly when you’re at the beach, for one,” I replied, making her laugh again. “And I’m really more of a “belly” guy– the button’s just one of the many wonders to be explored there.” “Even fat bellies, Mike?” She asked. “Not fat ones, no, not really. Bless ’em, but it’s just not my thing. I do like the ones like yours, though. I like them enough to run right off the road, as you may have noticed.” “Hey if you gotta go, getting your pussy vibrated while it happens isn’t the worst way.” She clapped her hand over her mouth in mock horror. “Wow, that was inappropriate, wasn’t it?” “Oh, it certainly was, young lady. And everyone knows the punishment for roadway impropriety is…” I drifted to the right, easing onto the rumble strip again. “…The rummmmbbblllleeee…” She started to laugh, then paused with her eyebrows arched high and her mouth open in a silent, surprised-looking cry as the cab vibrated, before biting her lip and reaching her hands up to the headliner, pushing herself hard down into the seat, rocking her hips erotically and rolling her eyes slowly closed as she did so. My heart was hammering now and the vibrations I could feel in my cock weren’t helping that a bit. Finally I eased off of the edge and pulled back into our lane. Her phone buzzed but she didn’t pick it up. She lowered her arms to her legs and sat there, hips still rocking almost imperceptibly, the tip of her tongue peeking out to touch her upper lip. Her eyes were still closed. She was breathing pretty deep and hard. I was too, almost sick from need for her. “Fuck.” she said, finally. “I, uh…” She didn’t continue, looked down into her lap instead. “You know, swearing is also on the list of roadway improprieties…” I mockingly made as if to turn the wheel to the right again.She laughed softly, but her voice was a purr now. “I don’t think that’s the punishment you seem to think it is, babe.” I was seriously, desperately hot, and it came out in the hoarseness in my voice; it was almost a growl. “I would… I would punish you in any way it took, however long, anywhere and any way I could, to get my point across to you, little girl.” She was looking escort lara toward my eyes, flickering between her face and the road, and I could see something dark guttering in there. “That might be a tall order, sir. You see, I’m a pretty bad girl. Some would say completely unrepentant.” Her voice was a hoarse whisper too. “Jesus,” I breathed, turning back to the road, somehow remembering that I was still conducting a motor vehicle. “Holy… Wow.” My heart was going to jump right out of my chest. I was just this side of gasping for air. She seemed to compose herself a little, straightened up in her seat a bit and dug in her bag to produce a cigarette. “Can I smoke in here?” She asked. “If you’ll light me one, too. I think I need it,” I said with a shuddering sigh. She took the one in her hand and leaned forward a bit until she was squarely in my peripheral vision, brought it slowly to her mouth and thoroughly licked her lips before placing it within, lit it, then pressed her lips down on it a bit to make sure it was marked with her lipstick before plucking it out and reaching it towards me, breathing the smoke out with a slow, openmouthed sigh, lips pouting. It was the sexiest cigarette ever. I made to take it but wanted to touch her first, dr****g my big paw over her delicate little hand at the wrist, stroking gradually forward till I found the cigarette in her fingers. I was almost sure I heard her make a little strangled grunt as I did so. She definitely took a deep breath that made her tits heave. I cracked both our windows, and the cab filled up with rushing wind noise, toying with both of our hair. She lit another for herself and we smoked in the little maelstrom for a couple of minutes, my mind utterly locked into increasingly filthy thoughts of her, of covering her mouth with mine, pressing my body against hers, what the musky scent of her pussy would be like… Too late I realized that those thoughts had gotten me hard beyond all limits, and when I furtively glanced over at her I was mortified to see her eyes focused onto my lap and the sizable tent that was pitched there. It was trying to go down the left leg of my jeans but had reared back up, pulling the fabric tight, straining so hard against the restraint of my pants that even the outline of its fat, bulging head was clearly visible. Her eyes flickered back up to mine, I had caught her looking, and she kind of blanched and quickly turned her head, drew her eyes back forward, at the road. She was breathing rapidly through her mouth and the cigarette was seemingly forgotten. “I, uh… um… I can’t help that, um…” I stammered, not sure whether she was horrified or– She turned abruptly back to me, mouth twisting down towards an erotic sneer, eyes flashing. “Oh, shit, baby– I could. I sure could fucking help that thing. A lot.” Her words came out in a breathless rush. Her gaze went boldly back to my cock. “Pretty sure it could help me, too… Jesus, fuck.” It was pleading, almost a whimper. A shuddering exhalation was all I could manage. I was bending the filter of the cigarette, holding it so tight. My knuckles turning white on the steering wheel. She kind of shook her head around and then abruptly flipped her smoke deftly out her window and sat up to lean across the center console towards me. Her shoulder touched mine and I could feel her panting breath caressing my face. “You have a fucking niiiice big fucking cock, you know that? Huh? That thing looks so fucking nice and hard. Fuck.” She was hissing it through clenched teeth. “Shit. I wanna touch it.” “Ohhhh shit, baby,” Now I was the one with a whine in my voice. It was so stiff in my pants that it hurt. I glanced down at myself and even I could see that it was enticing. Had I ever been that hard before? It was fucking throbbing. Diana’s right hand moved slowly and deliberately to my right thigh, spreading out across the top to feel the curve of my thick leg, slowly dragging across to my crotch and finally finding the ridge of my cock, caressing down its swollen length from the base towards the head. Her grip closed tighter around it, really feeling the down-curving shape of it in my pants. “Oh fuuuuuuuuck…” she breathed, starting to gasp a little. “God damn…” her words devolved into little more than panting. I was panting too, trembling, barely able to see the road in front of us, trying to keep my eyes from involuntarily closing. The friction– oh God she was really touching me there. She leaned her head in close to me then, pushing my hair back to nuzzle along my neck with her nose and her lips, letting me feel her hot, panting breath as she rubbed the aching lump in my pants. “I think I want this,” she whispered right against me. “I want to fuck with you, Mike. You hear what I’m saying?” “Oh, sweet lara escort bayan baby; oh, Christ. If I weren’t driving a truck right now I would… Fuck. You would be in Fucking. Deep. Trouble. You smoking hot little…. Ugh.” I pulled my head away from her a little to try and see her lovely face again. She was little more than a mask of open-mouthed, heavy-lidded lust. She licked her lips again and I almost just slammed on the brakes, seriously considered it– just squealing to a stop in the middle of the road so I could ravage her. She leaned back in, closing her eyes and tilting her head as if to kiss me and I had to stop her. “Wait, baby, I’m driving. Shit– Goddamn. You want to kill us? Uh. Shit’s bad enough, already…. Fuck.” I was gasping still, nearly frantic, trying to focus past her to the road that still flew by. She leaned away, back into her seat more, still licking her lips, making a little impatient whine in the back of her throat with each deep, deliberate breath, switching her left hand to feeling on my rigid prick and reclining her body back a little more to start rubbing herself right across the bottom of her tits and down across her stomach. Her back arched and she sighed at her own touch. Her hand was headed generally south. “God. Was there something in that weed?” She asked breathlessly. “I am fucking horny out of my fucking MIND right now.” “Well I’ve smoked a lot of it and haven’t touched any strange cocks yet, sooo…” I answered. She giggled again and drew her left hand away to rest on the console. Her right was now pinned between her thighs, her legs still pulled up in the seat beneath her. I took the momentary opportunity to roll my window back up so I could hear her breathing better. I tried to blink away the fog of desire so I could focus on the road at least a tiny bit. “So you can’t drive and fool around at the same time, huh?” She asked breathlessly, in mock disappointment. “Sorry baby but it would be a crime to take such a fucking sexy, amazing little thing like yourself out of the gene pool just because I had to get a nut and crashed. I’m not going to be that guy.” “Well I guess I should thank you for that, big man. But… as it happens… I am not so constrained…” She brought her right hand out of the prison of her thighs and slowly unzipped her hoodie as she spoke. “Whoa shit.” It was all I could manage. Eloquence was miles behind me now. Her phone buzzed again as she pulled it from the seat. She glanced at it, mashed out a rapid response and tossed it onto the dash. She slipped her legs from beneath her and back into the floorboard but they were still squeezed tightly together. The way her knees and hips moved told me she was clutching her thighs, stimulating herself that way. I had to tear my eyes away again to see the road. When I glanced back, her jacket was all the way open, revealing a tight wife beater underneath. I could clearly see the round shape of her breasts heaving underneath, twin bumps of her stiff nipples pushing the fabric up. They looked like jumbo pencil erasers under there. Her undershirt was pulled up to show a strip of that soft, creamy tummy again, just hiding that button I so wanted to explore with my tongue. “Ohhhh my God, my GOD, Diana you are so fuckin’ beautiful–” I meant it with every fiber of my being. “How the fuck are you so fucking beautiful and so fuckin’…? GodDAMN.” In that moment, I couldn’t have been more afraid of her, of the power she had, if she had been a wildcat snarling there next to me. “Eye of the beholder, yeah?” She said playfully, letting her right hand pull her shirt up more, exposing her whole belly to me, brought an anguished groan out of me with that. “I like how you like me, though.” The nastiest grin I had ever seen, on the prettiest face. I was absolutely strangling on my longing for her. “S’like sayin’ I ‘like’ oxygen,” I croaked. “Pretty sure I fucking *need* you, little girl.” I let a hand drop to the iron ridge in my pants, adjusting it for an even better illustration of my desire. She was chewing her lip watching that with her smouldering eyes. Her legs tightened again and a shudder went through her, bringing out a soft groan. She let her left hand cup her breast, passing her thumb in delicate circles around her stiff nipple. She groaned again, watching herself do it, smiling as her eyes flickered up to my open-mouthed expression. “You better watch the road, remember?” She purred, both hands roaming over her own body now. “Ohh. Ugh. You are fucking bad. Fuck. FUCK. How can you be so fucking mean?” I didn’t know if I were going to have a heart attack or what. My chest felt like it was exploding. Before she could answer, her phone started to ring. She snatched it up off the dash and thumbed it and it went silent, but it started to ring again before she could even put it back down. “What?!?!” she demanded testily, jerking it to her ear…. — that’s all for this one. Comment if you’d like to request any more. It does get pretty dirty.

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