Lessons in Lovemaking
Chapter One
"Nikki, that concert
really got me hot" whispered Vince as he licked
Nikki's ear:
flicking his tongue in and out while nibbling the outer lobe.
"I can tell", muttered an irritated Nikki, as he felt Vince's wood push against his leather clad thighs.
"Touch me," whined Vince, "I'm so ready to feel your sword in its proper sheath."
Nikki hesitated to touch Vince; he almost pushed him away.
"What's wrong; you seemed to like me good enough last night" whimpered the saddened Vince.
Nikki looked down at Vince's engorged length and seemed disgusted, " Since when have I liked that?"
Vince's face dropped; why had Nikki suddenly turned against him. Up until now they had been there for each other, but now, Nikki seemed so distant and reserved- turning Vince's advances away as if he were just some groupie whore.
Vince's heart pounded. He couldn't go back to the way things were before; his life without Nikki was a hollow shell of what it had been these last few months. He loved Nikki, and knew that loosing him would be the end. He remembered those late nights masturbating to a sleeping Nikki; watching the gentle slumber with a hard cock in hand. It made his blood boil; his muscles tensed under his uncomfortable cloths. His ridged member felt like it would explode out of the tight skin of his leather pants any minute, but he almost enjoyed the anticipation.
"Nikki, baby, please tell me what's wrong, I need you tonight. What can I do to get back on your good side? How about this?" asked Vince as he eagerly stroked Nikki through his pants.
Nikki reacted by cracking Vince across the jaw, injuring the mouth that had pleasured him so many times before.
"Stay the fuck outta my way you bitch!"
Nikki strutted out of the dressing room, leaving a wounded Vince in the wake.
Chapter Two
Vince sat down on the hard stool. He licked his lips, still able to taste Nikki there. What had he done wrong? He had shared Nikki's bed every night for the last week; bending to his every will and savoring every moment. Was he no longer good enough to satisfy Nikki's drunken, sexual desires? No, he had to be good enough; the bites on his inner thighs were proof enough of Nikki's devotion. It had to be something else.
Just then Andrea, the most persistent groupie of Vince's career, slipped into the room, wearing a short purple skirt and no underwear: Vince hardened at the sight of her perky breasts overflowing from her lacey black top.
No bra. Fuck it, he needed to get off or it would hurt him later. Why not give her what she was after?
"Bend Over." Vince slowly started to unlace his pants and reveal himself.
Andrea slowly slinked over in front of Vince and did as she was instructed; running her hands up the back of her thighs and lifting up her skirt to reveal her warm unexplored cavern; she carefully spread herself to give him a better view of his prize and entice him further.
Vince abusively thrust himself into her waiting shelter; the shear feeling of her ready body causing him to spasm and release. It was easy to imagine Andrea as Nikki given her long black hair and perfectly shaped legs, golden and dazzling, like the skin of a god. She would do.
Chapter 3