No Man's Land

Mark's POV

"She never called me Pookie before," screamed Joanne at a deafening volume. "Never!" Maureen started calling me Pookie about a week or so before we broke up and she became a 'lesbian'. I feel bad for Joanne. She never got her heart broken like I did.

I looked up at her. Oh shit. Her face is soaked with tears. I watched her plop down onto the pavement through my dirty lenses. I wiped them on my scarf. Sitting next to her, I wrapped my arm around her. "It's okay, Joanne. You'll be fine. I know it hurts. Trust me, I know, but you can't let her get you down." Lifting her chin, I wiped her tears with my thumb. "She doesn't deserve you. She..."

I would have finished my sentence, but in a matter of moments, I was on my back against the cold pavement with Joanne on top of me! Kissing me! And it was an honest kiss too! None of that, 'It meant nothing' bullshit. This kiss seems meaningful. It seems sincere. Her hands brushed my stomach and started getting just a bit too close. I recoiled and tossed her off as best I could. What the hell just happened? "But, you're a lesbian!"

Joanne thought aloud. "Well, Maureen cheated on both of us, so it's only fair. But I can work this out in my head so it's not technically cheating."

Oh, I wanna hear this! "How?"

Her fingers ran though my hair, removing all the gel I had put in that morning. "Well, you slept with Maureen, right?"

"Yeah."

"And she was the last woman you slept with, right?"

Sigh. Oye vey! "Sadly yes."

"So...it'll be like sharing a dildo."

That's your way of justifying it. I'm a dildo? That's so degrading. But she does have a point. I didn't have sex with anyone since Maureen. And...myself. Besides, maybe I can turn Joanne straight. Or make her a dyke forever! "Your place or mine?"

She smiled widely, took my hand and led me to the loft I shared with Roger. Then to the room I had once shared with Maureen. Then into the bed I had once shared with Maureen.

Tossing me down on the bed like a ragdoll, I finally realize how much stronger she is than me. I mean, I knew she was taller, but...

Joanne straddled me and shoved her tongue down my throat. I hope in a loving way. "Joanne maybe we shouldn't."

She glared at me. "Mark, I'm upset and angry and you are the only person I can sympathize with. Besides, you are really tense. You need to loosen up." Her lips ran from my cheek to my ear to my neck.

Somehow, I managed to roll out from underneath her. Facing the wall, I spotted my camera sitting on the tripod. Why is it facing the bed? Wait a sec...hmm. I turned it on and she didn't even notice. Hee hee!

"I'm wound tight! What about you?! You're..." Her hand grasped my erection muffled through jeans.

"Mark, for once in you life, shut the fuck up." She slipped off my pants and I slipped off hers. As we removed each other's shirts, BAM! A Doc Marten pelted me in the knee. Hold in my scream, I simply insisted, "Maybe we should take off our shoes."

So we did. Situating the condom, I dared to go where no man has gone before.

In. Out. In. Out. I paced myself, watching her face every chance I could. Moaning rhythmically, together, we finally came.

Out of breath and worn out, I rolled off of her. Wow! That was amazing. I looked over at Joanne. She seemed satisfied.

"Mark."

I turned to face her. "Yeah." Maybe she wants to be something more. Maybe she wants to be with me!

"If you tell anyone about this, especially Maureen, I will castrate you."

Or maybe she doesn't want to be with me.