Hey everyone, I'm back with a new story.
Before anyone says anything, yes. This is a redo of my original chapter at 'Total drama hook ups'. Well, I've gotten a lot better since then and thought I'd make a do-over. But don't worry. This is more than just a redo. Its an entire lemon focused story centered on everyone's Gentle giant.
DJ.
Well, he's my favorite. Get ready to have some fun people.
Oh, and to give some context I'll give a brief summery for each chapter.
DJ Today
Arc 1: Bridgette
Chapter 1: A Co-Star.
Its right before the end of the first season. Only the final two are left. Bridgette has been given an opportunity by the network for her own show. The catch is that she can't return home to her mom and friends after a full summer away, and she has to pick a co-star that won't cringe away the audience. Our favorite surfer girl can only think of one man.
Its not her boyfriend.
Enjoy.
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"Better than candy," DJ sang, his voice echoing off the walls of his shower stall. The hot, steaming water rolling off his young, naked, buff body. "You're so dandy. Buttercup biscuit. I. Love. Youuuu- huh?"
DJ stopped, the clear sound of his phone's ring power through everything else in the room. DJ wiped away some steam from the glass door that doubled as the shower curtain. The brick of bright light on the counter demanded his attention. Peaking his head out, DJ spotted who was calling him and what time it was.
"Oh dang, I'm way late!" DJ cursed, rushing out of the stall.
Bad idea.
DJ slipped on the slick shower floor, tilting the gentile giant over. DJ reached out wildly for anything to keep him up. He grabbed his towel- He pulled it down with him. Landing on his back, DJ bounced off the floor as the shower stream sprayed him and his towel. DJ yipped from the piping hot water, blocking it with his towel. Gentle giant cursed as he turned off the dang thing.
"Ugh, finally." DJ sighed, his whole body felt like a boiled egg as he felt something solid in his towel. As it happens, DJ pulled out the towel rack when he fell. DJ saw two little screw holes where it used to be in the drywall. "Yeah. Yeah, that sounds about right."
Shaking his head, DJ picked up his now silent phone and read its text.
"I'm here." DJ read aloud, wondering who it was. His thumb over the name of the caller.
Ding Dong- the doorbell chimed.
DJ shrugged as he stepped out of his steamy bathroom and into his swanky, very expensive, and all-expenses-paid hotel suite. It was pretty standard. Two twin sized beds. A couple chairs. Pair of desks. One single TV in the middle. Strutting up to the door, DJ tossed his phone on his bed. The towel and its rack still in his hand. Looking out the peephole, DJ saw a familiar cowboy hat.
"Hey, Geoff. Now's not the best time to screw-" DJ sighed, opening his door- he saw who was really on the other side. "around."
"You're turning me down already?" Joked the human shaped dolphin. "You haven't even heard my offer yet."
Standing at his door was none other than Bridgette. Pretty much the co-captain of their team and the glue that held the killer bass team together- right up until she was voted off.
"Oh, Bridgette." DJ said, opening the door just enough to poke his head out. The little surfer girl was the only one in the hallway. "Thought you were Geoff."
"Its cool." Bridgette smiled, pointing to the 10-gallon hat. "I've lost count of how many times people confused me with a guy who's a head taller than me..."
"Bridge?" DJ asked, eyeing the poor girl. The surfer's head tilted over, her cheeks blushed pink. DJ raised an eyebrow as he looked down- Yeah, a good third of him was peaking out of the door. DJ was still naked. More than that, he was wet and naked. Still steaming from the shower to boot. DJ sputtered an apology as he shut the door to wrap the towel around his waist.
"I-I catch you at a bad time?" Bridgette stammered, playfully.
"No!" DJ hollered through his suite door, embarrassed. "No. No. No- Maybe. I don't know what to tell ya. The showers here are really nice and I lost track of time."
"You tried the hot tub here?" Bridgette giggled, her voice muffled by the door. "They actually make us wear floaties now so we don't fall asleep and drown."
"I can believe it. Zeke out of the hospital yet or..." DJ cringed, opening the door and letting the pretty girl into his room. "Its awkward talking through the door. Sorry."
It was quite the contrast between the two. Bridgette, a slender if well built blond girl. A baby blue dolphin towel rapped around her body. Showing nothing. Bridgette's only real clothes that peaked out was the custom cowboy hat and some sandles. Then DJ, a giant of a man with muscles to match. His own Jamaican flag towel wrapped around his waist. It was so small, it barely hid anything.
For all intents and purposes. One was practically cloaked. The other was dang near naked.
"If you're going to keep apologizing, could you at least give me the whole show?" Bridgette asked walking in, her cheeks getting pinker again- eyeing him. A smile on her face as she pointed at his tiny towel. "Totally worth the price of admission."
"You, you're coming in strong." DJ nodded at Bridgette, the girl barely coming up to his chest. Hat and all.
"Not as strong as you, flasher." Bridgette joked, looking up at his face for the first time. DJ grumbled, embarrassed. Bridgette playfully swatted his stomach. "I'm just messing with you... owe. Like Marble." Bridgette pulled her hand back. She rubbed her knuckles. "I-I didn't see any of the naughty bits. If that helps."
"Yeah… Sorry about that." DJ bit his lip, sliding his hand down his stomach. His fingers scraping against his abs. A full eight-pack. It sounded like thumbing down a washboard.
"S-Since when are y-you the 's-sorry' for e-everything guy?" Bridgette asked, her eyes hard on his abs. Bridgette bit her lip, her cheeks reddening even more. "Dang, diamond cut."
"Since when are you the blushing-stuttering gal?" DJ asked, padding his gut. A smug smile on his face.
"Since a Renaissance statue from art class came to life. Flexed in front of me, soaking wet and steaming." Bridgette pointed at his Jamaican flag towel. "With only a dripping wet loin cloth around the naughty bits."
"Renaissance statue?" DJ asked, flattered.
"You don't spend enough time in the mirror, man." Bridgette answered, flatly, as she pushed DJ's hand out of the way. Getting a full view of his washboard tum-tum. "I must paint you."
"Shouldn't I be telling you that?" DJ asked, playfully. "I'm the king of the world."
"Are you saying you want me naked on your couch, we'll have to settle for that." Bridgette winked, playfully- pointing at DJ's bed. There was no couch in his hotel room. It was silent between the two of them. Bridgette coughed. "All you gotta do is ask."
"Sooooo..." DJ rubbed the back of his head. It was his turn to blush.
"Relax big guy. I've never actually seen the movie." Bridgette waved a hand. DJ sighed, relived. Happy to change the topic. "There a good reason now's not a good time to 'screw around'?"
"I got a list. Number one, hoping I'm not liable for damages." DJ held up the snapped off towel rack to his pretty guest. Bridgette raised an eyebrow at that as DJ tossed it into a waste bin. "Number two. I like having ME time. Haven't had any of that since I got on the plane. Even in the bathroom, and I had a big family growing up."
"I get it. I was an only child. I went from having my own room to- how many of us did they shove into those cabins?" Bridgette asked, her tone dripping with sarcasm. She pointed at the same waste bin. "Thought I was the klutz."
"About half of us had slapstick syndrome. Probably why we were picked. When you do it, its cute. When I do it, property damage. Remember the bike challenge. It says something that Lindsay was the winner- and she still got voted off." DJ nodded at her. "Geoff said you wanted to talk to me about something."
"Funny you said that." Bridgette said, stepping toward the man who could fit three of her in the same space. "The network contacted me about hosting a separate show. I need a co-host. Who knows, it might be a funniest home videos knock off."
"You want me on your show?" DJ asked, surprised.
"I can see chemistry on camera. If not, I know for a fact that female viewer percentage will go up by…" Bridgette eyed DJ's arms. "How much can you bench?"
"Its been a while since I've been to the gym. I'll have get back to you." DJ said, flexing his right arm for her. The bicep and forearms pumping out and doubled in size. Bridgette squeaked, covering her mouth. Her face was bright red now. DJ snorted, flattered. "Did you take it? Do you wanna host your own show?"
"I-I admit, I'm starting to like the camera." Bridgette stuttered, waving air at her face with her her hand to cool down. Her eyes were still locked on his arms. "Oh boy. B-But I'm not sure about signing up for something if I'm contracted to break my neck for ratings. Literally."
"We were on the same show, right?" DJ asked. "Or was that some other lifeguard that jumped headfirst off a cliff- in shark infested waters, before anyone else?"
"Okay, yeah. That was me." Bridgette laughed, honestly flattered. The blond reached out, a warm smile on her face. Now just pink. She put her hand on DJ's giant forearm. It was like Tyson holding that dove. "But still, I would feel much better if I had someone big, strong, and cuddly as a teddy-bear sitting there next to me."
"Big, strong, and teddy-bear. Teflon teddy?" DJ snorted, putting his hand over hers. He felt warm. On the inside. Warmer than the shower's hottest setting. "You know how to talk to a guy." DJ's eyes met Bridgette's. Her heated hazel met his bright brown. They smiled at each other- then DJ remembered something. "Where's Geoff in all this."
"All I know is that I got the network's offer." Bridgette sighed, pulling her hand back. The warm feeling went away, for both of them. "Big o'l question mark for Geoff."
"Have you told Geoff?" DJ asked, intrigued. Bridgette looked away, shook her head. "Why? You two are joined at the hip."
"Exactly, you never work with who you're dating. It ends bad, each and every time." Bridgette answered, matter-of-factly. "Besides, Geoff was never my first pick."
"Okay, I'm curious." DJ crossed his arms at the girlfriend of his BFF. "Do elaborate, please."
"Before I say anymore, let me be clear. What me and Geoff have, its a fling. We're not serious. After the show is over, neither one of us expect to see each other again." Bridgette shook her head, pointing in opposite directions. "Besides, we both live in different time zones. Hundreds of miles apart."
"Long distance." DJ whistled, sadly. "The best kind of relationship."
"Yeuuuuupppp…" Bridgette yawned, stretching out the word. "If I did choose Geoff as my co-host, we're going to be on camera. But no huge cast. All eyes on the two of us." Bridgette whistled, shaking her head. "How many times do you think Geoff can shove his foot in his mouth before we're dropped like a rock?"
"You'd... be lucky to make a season." DJ nodded, honestly. "We are in Vancouver. Canada's Hollywood. Only so many time slots people can fight over. I can see it."
"Yeah..." Bridgette sighed.
"Alright, no-go on Geoff. Why me though? I mean, I get the appeal- whoa." DJ asked, his towel slipping. DJ caught it just in time to keep himself covered- bare minimum. "There are other buff guys out there. Even on our current show."
"Wh-What?" Bridgette blubbered, her eyes laser focused on DJ's hand between his bare legs. The tiny towel barely in his grip over his barely covered his crotch. Bridgette could've sworn she saw an outline. Biting her lip, the poor girl forced herself to look up at DJ's face. Her pounding heart thudded for a different reason. It got so warm when she saw his smile. "The island showed the world a lot about us. For you, 'reliable' is a pretty good word."
"Reliable?" DJ asked, wrapping the towel back where it belonged. Covering himself. Keeping his hand on it, firm this time. Bridgette grumbled, pulling out her phone.
"You did carry the team, literally." Bridgette held it up to the giant. She had to stand on her tippy-toes. "The network wants someone from the show to be the co-host. They sent me a lot of homework. Charts. Bio's. An actual character analysis. Even your audition tape."
"You saw my audition tape?" DJ asked, embarrassed. "Uh, I was faking those tears. I swear."
"Hey, the mamma's boy thing. Its sweet." Bridgette smiled, sliding a lock of hair behind her ear. "I can't tell you how many guy's I've met that pretend to hate their moms, just to look macho."
"Never understood that." DJ shook his head. "Hate your mamma. Insane."
"Yeah, I miss my mom too." Bridgette sighed, sadly- She shook her head, scrolling down her screen. "According to the semester's worth of homework they sent me, you tick a lot of boxes that scream 'safe bet'. Their words."
"Semester's worth?" DJ asked.
"I had computer nerd Cody and Lawyer girl Courtney help me dig through it all." Bridgette yawned. DJ had never seen her look so tired. "Couldn't say what was worse. The actual homework or dealing with those two begging to take the slot."
"Not gonna ask about that, but, okay. If I'm a safe bet, why didn't the network come to me first?" DJ asked, intrigued. "Better yet, what boxes did you tick?"
"These are the same guys that picked Chris for Island. Who knows how they think." Bridgette shook her head, annoyed. "As for me. Apparently, I'm the 'all-Canadian face- Didn't know that was a thing- cute, fun, funny, safe option'. Oh, and very blond. But not dropped on my head dumb." Bridgette shrugged. "I'll take it."
"Huh, really?"
"The vibe I'm getting, the network doesn't want drama. Ironic." Bridgette guessed, holding her phone back up to DJ. "At least not from their hosts. Here's the short list."
"Wow." DJ whistled. "Not a lot of names on there. But if that's all true, why didn't the network come to me directly like they did you?"
"Think about it. We've been away from home all summer for Island." Bridgette pointed out, setting her phone on the desk. "If we take the host gig, we'll be here in Vancouver for at least a year. Maybe longer. That's a good chunk away from..."
"Home. Yeah..." DJ finished, realization in his voice. "Put it like that, I don't know if I would've said yes."
"Which is why the network came to me and pointed me toward you. You know, the quote 'pretty girl' you're already best friends with. Heck, you do hang out with me more then Geoff." Bridgette announced. "I'm going to take the job. Be a host on my own show."
"You're sure?" DJ asked, eager to hear her answer.
"I've already talked to my mom about it." Bridgette explained. "She's the one that convinced me. The pay is good. Real good. But... not a lot of options back home. According to my mom, anyway. Even if we only get one season, the pay would already be great. Regardless, I could be anyone. Fame and connections are important- my mom's words. She told me she'd be okay by herself."
"When you put it like that, its hard to say no." DJ nodded, then a sad look grew on his face. "Lotta kids back home. Not just in my core fam. The whole brood sticks together. I'm the oldest still at home. I always helped out. Me gone, My mom's got some help but it ain't the same. Bit of a bad move to just leave her holding the bag."
"Y-Yeah, that's hard." Bridgette stuttered, hurt in her voice. "Only child here."
"Hey, if someone else on the short list, or even the rest of the cast agreed to co-host- Would you do it?" DJ bit his lip. "Actually, even if no one agreed and you'd have to do it alone. Stay in the city, in charge of a show, all by yourself- would you do it?"
"...Yeah." Bridgette answered. She hesitated, but she was serious. More serious than DJ had ever seen her.
"Why?"
"Well, there's all that stuff my mom said." Bridgette sighed, the blue towel wrapped around her flapped and dangled. "But really, I'm gonna send money back to my mom so she can have a better life."
"Is that why you went on Island in the first place?"
"Never thought I'd win, to be honest." Bridgette snorted, shaking her head. "But if I did, yeah. I would've done that."
"Alright, I'm in." DJ announced, proudly.
"R-Really?" Bridgette stuttered, stunned.
"Get a job to help mom. Not flipping burgers or Amazon delivery van, but some real coin. No brainer." DJ shrugged. "Should'ah started with that."
"You, you're serious right now?" Bridgette asked, still just as surprised.
"Mama's boy, right here." DJ pointed at himself with his free hand. His other hand kept his tiny towel in place. The gentle giant stepped forward to the tiny girl. He towered over her. She looked up to him. Their two towels were almost touching, they were so close. "Besides, there's no way I'm going to leave you here to get lost in all this. I can't see you going all Hollywood. I won't let you. I won't leave you here alone."
"D-Dang, DJ." Bridgette hiccuped, her cheeks pink. Different than before. A tear forming in her eye. "Tha-That almost sounded romantic."
"Hey, totally platonic hug." DJ offered, opening up his arms. A dopey, supportive smile on his face... and forgetting how loose his tiny towel was. "Ooops."
Just like that, the Jamaican flag towel fell to the floor. Leaving DJ in nothing but his birthday suit. His naked, steaming, dripping wet, birthday suit. The two just stood there, frozen. Neither knew what to do. DJ bit his lip as he looked down. Bridgette was staring up at him, a blank look on her face. The poor girl was clearly having a hard time keeping eye contact. The one thing going through DJ's head- the silver lining. Thanks to the warm shower he just came out of, he didn't have to worry about... shrinkage.
"Uhhhh, hold on. I'll get that. Sorr-" DJ burbled, reaching down for his towel. The second he tried, the outdoorsy- sportsy girl hopped up and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. The surprised DJ was just fast enough to catch her, grabbing her lower body in his hands to hold her up. "Bridge?"
"Totally platonic hug."
Bridgette answered, adjusting herself in his arms. The tiny girl gave him an honest heartfelt hug.
"Th-Thanks. Totally platonic kiss." Bridgette blubbered. The poor girl gave DJ a long, wet, smooch on the cheek. DJ gave her a happy, if confused, hug back. "H-Hey, moving to the big city- for the Hollywood dream? Its scary, okay. Its ni-nice to do it with a... friend. Right?"
"Es-Especially for someone as tiny and cute as you." DJ stammered, looking at the face of the pretty girl in his arms.
And he meant it. Bridgette was barely a third his size by volume, and just holding her up felt like carrying a grape. A single grape. Adding on, the girl was as adorable as a kitten trying to fit in a slipper. Even the way her bright blond hair was shaped. How it framed her face like an actual cat. Her slanted, big, playful, hazel eyes on top of her sharp nose. Bridgette had pink, puffy tan cheeks, happy and strong from always smiling. She has thin grinning lips, always ready with something good.
Though, that wasn't quite why DJ trouble focusing right now.
He could feel her against his naked wet body. Mostly on his front. The beach towel she came in on was barely hanging on her shoulders. Leaving her front exposed to him. Couldn't see it. Though, DJ could feel she was mostly naked herself underneath the towel. Only a piece of fabric on her chest and something down below. DJ couldn't quite make out what it was. But Bridgette was not wearing a bikini. The bottom was some kind of cloth, he could feel that. The top wasn't. The material wasn't right. Though, it was thin. DJ could feel Bridgette's chest against his own, pretty well. DJ took in a breath, thinking unsexy thoughts- It did not work.
Bridgette gave him a playful, if waiting, look.
"Hey, don't get me wrong. You're tougher than, I wanna say… three fourths of the guys on the show, but- Vancouver baby. Its always good to have a tag along with their feet on the ground." DJ bent his knees up and down, bouncing her in his arms. Bridgette blushed, giggling. "Someone holding you up."
With one hand on her side and the other on her bottom, DJ lifted Bridgette up above him, spinning the two of them on his heel. Bridgette cheered, waving both hands in the air. Both enjoyed the moment- then her towel flew off. DJ finally got a peak at what she was wearing. It, was not what DJ was expecting. DJ did his best to keep his eyes on hers as he gave Bridgette one last spin. The oblivious girl just continued her cheer, kicking out her feet and arms. Fully enjoying her little ride, even after DJ let her down, still in his arms.
"Ah-ha ha! That was great." Bridgette laughed, grabbing one of DJ's shoulders to steady herself. Keeping the cowboy hat on her head with the other. The happy girl was a blushing, giggling, fit - literally sitting in the palm of DJ's hand. "We are totally doing that when we get to Vancouver proper."
"Y-Yeah. Totally. W-Will do." DJ jumbled, his eyes desperate to dip down. Nope. Bridgette's friend kept his gaze on her face. Her pretty, pretty face. DJ coughed. "That's quite the outfit."
And it was.
Bridgette was wearing one of Geoff's button down pink silk shirts. Normally, it would've been way oversized on her. But Bridgette had it in a knot, tied tight across her chest with the sleeves rolled up. Down below was one of Bridgette's usual jorts, but clipped into cut-offs so small they might as well have been denim bikini bottoms. The long legs of the short girl, were completely naked. That combined with the 10-gallon hat, gave Bridgette a sexy farm girl look.
Oh, and the thin button down shirt? It got all wet from her hugging the dripping DJ, sooo- It was pretty transparent. DJ could see everything. Bridgette might as well have been wearing a pink tinted see through sports-bra.
"So, you came her to 'ask' me and 'ask' me to leave home with you." DJ said, nodding to her outfit. "Huh?"
Bridgette blushed, nodding toward her best friend. "So, what do you sa- oh man!"
The cheerful Bridgette explained as she looked down- discovering she was all but exposing to her friend- her very large, buff, and dripping wet sexy friend. Her very large, buff, and dripping wet sexy friend who just agreed to move to the big city with her for a once in a lifetime opportunity. Where they would probably be living together. More than likely in a very cramped, cheep as they can find, apartment. Odds likely, one room. Just enough space for a single bed they would have to share... and sleep on- sleep together.
Oh boy.
"Sooo, this is happening." Bridgette announced, suuuuper calmly. Her near naked body poorly covered by her arms and legs. "Platonic flashing?"
"Well, I'm still doing it." DJ answered, nodding down to his still fully naked body as he held an entire person off the ground in one hand, effortlessly. "Platonic flashing."
"Oh, yeah. Forgot about, tha..." The poor girl couldn't help herself anymore. Bridgette looked down. She was not disappointed. Bridgette's eyes widened with an audible gulp. DJ wasn't even hard. It wasn't just 'down there'. Bridgette's eyes jumbled all around this sculpted statue of a man. Arms. Legs, Tum-tum. Every inch, hard detailed brown muscle. Every second, Bridgette became more relaxed. Lowering her limbs' bit by bit until DJ could see as much of her as she of him. "M-Make it even… platonic?"
"D-Doooo, you want it to be platonic." DJ asked, allowing himself to fully soak in the beautiful girl in the literal palm of his hand. Much like himself- Arms. Legs. Every inch, sun kissed tanned muscle. Though much more elegant than he could ever be. The strength and grace of a box spring. Bridgette's tum-tum? To DJ's own surprise, she had more defined abs than he did. Apparently, the life of an active health nut country gal did wonders.
"I-I need to touch you!" Bridgette declared. Pure hungry, desperate, need in her voice as she reached both her arms forward- only to stop herself at the last second. Biting her lip, Bridgette closed her cute cat eyes as she took in a deep breath. "Ca-can I touch you?"
"Well, I'm touching you." DJ answered, squeezing the butt sitting in his hand. Bridgette looked down, surprised. As if, just now, noticing a giant was holding her up this whole time. "I'd say you've got the green light."
Just like that she put her hands on him. No more waiting. Everywhere Bridgette could reach, she put her grubby little paws on him. Shoulders, biceps, forearms. Bridgette especially liked the chest and abs. She didn't stay anywhere for long. Padding her hands all over, it almost sounded like drums beats were echoing off the walls. She didn't stop. Bridgette just kept going. Padding faster and faster. Her eyes jumbled everywhere. Even away from where her hands were. It kept going.
DJ saw this, smiling- then his face grew hard. He padded his hand down over his chest. Catching Bridgette's own hand under his. She finally stopped. The poor girl was huffing and puffing, trying to catch her breath. Her hazel cat eyes were dazed, staring forward- to DJ. Bridgette looked up, at DJ's stony face. DJ stared back, his eyes dipping down to his hand over hers. Bridgette fallowed him- her eyes went wide. Their hands were over his heart. Bridgette squeezed, looking back up. Her gaze meeting his. He met hers. A strand of hair slipped between her eyes.
Bridgette could feel DJ's heartbeat in her hand. He was so warm. It was beating so fast.
DJ leaned forward.
He kissed her.
On the lips.
Bridgette melted into it. Into him. Sliding her free hand onto his gentle, stony, chiseled face. They stayed like that for a long moment. Just there, in each other's company. Eventually, they came up for air.
"N-Not a platonic kiss?" Bridgette whispered, her lips still touching his.
"No." DJ answered, he continued the kiss.
Bridgette kissed him back. DJ thrummed in approval, spinning them both on his heel. Bridgette giggled pure joy- then squeaked in surprise when DJ fell and landed them both on his bed. Bridgette below. DJ on top. He let go of her with one hand, but kept the other on his heart with hers. DJ continued the kiss as he got up on his knees, leaning on his arm to keep steady. In position, DJ broke away. Hovering over the tiny girl below him. Her body between his legs with plenty of room to spare. Bridgette laid there, panting. Her hand still on his heart. Her eyes locked on his.
The two stayed like that. Nothing but silent stares and their breathing filled the room. Waiting for the next step that would change their lives- forever.
"I want to be with you, Bridgette. I do." DJ confessed. Bridgette closed her mouth, breathing heavily. DJ took his and her hand off his heart, and put it on hers. It was beating so fast. "What do you want?"
"I..." Bridgette raised her other hand up to his heart. The exact same spot both their hands just were. "I want you."
DJ breathed, happily, grabbing the hand on her chest and kissed it.
"Now, what do you want me to do?" DJ asked. Bridgette glanced all over his face- then down. Down. Down- And down until her eyes landed between his legs. DJ smiled. He leaned lower, ready for action- suddenly Bridgette broke her hands free and wrapped her arms around DJ's neck and shoulders. Pulling herself up to pelt his face with kisses. Hungry lust filled kisses. DJ giggled, wrapping his arm under her back, holding her up. "Bridge?"
"I want you to fuck me!" Bridgette howled. Sheer need in her voice. "I need you to fuck me. I need you to use that monster down there to Fuck me. I need you to take those huge giant hands to rip my clothes off! Those meaty sausage fingers? I need'em. Make me cum. Again and again. Fuck me, DJ. Fuck me!"
"I can do that." DJ growled, slid his arm free from behind her. Leaving Bridgette to hold herself up again- still kissing him.
Grabbing Bridgette's borrowed shirt from the front. Stopping her barrage of kisses. The poor girl squeaked, pure excitement shined in her eyes as DJ's fists curled and stretched the thin pink silk. Ready for what they've both been waiting for- DJ suddenly pulled Bridgette up higher off the bed and up to his face. The girl yipped as DJ jammed the knot of her shirt into his mouth. Then, at all three points, hands and mouth, DJ pulled. The ripping, tearing, shedding cloth erupted into confetti. The now topless Bridgette fell back onto the bed, bouncing off its blankets. Giggling wildly as the remains of Geoff's shirt fell over her.
"Gah-raghhhh!" DJ gargled, spitting out the knot from his mouth. Bridgette laughed. DJ dropped the pink tatters in his grip- forcing Bridgette's hands back on the bed above her head. Bridgette shrieked a laugh. DJ bent down, his face hovering above hers. A mad grin on his face. "Remember, you wanted this."
"Uhhh-huh..." Bridgette nodded, pleadingly. Desperately. Her knees and thighs rubbing against each other below him- between DJ's legs.
His meat pointed right at her.
DJ looked down. He finally allowed himself to look down. Bridgette had wonderful tits. Apple sized. teardrop shaped. Perky. The same Sun kissed bronze tan as the rest of her body. Bright pink nipples at their centers. Erect and pointy. Daring him to do something with them.
DJ felt himself growl at the sight.
He could feel drool dripping down the side of his mouth.
"Like what you see?" Bridgette asked, half teasing- half serious. In answer, DJ pounced on her. Leaving Bridgette's wrists behind to grab her tits. DJ's jumbo sized hands didn't have much room left over, but damn, those orbs were firm. And perky. And warm. God, they were warm. DJ gripped'em. He squeezed'em. He rolled them around in circles as his eyes fallowed her nipples. All the while Bridgette murmured sweetly in the background, her legs rubbing themselves below him. Between DJ's legs- not half a foot under his raging manhood. "Ohhhhh, DJ..."
"Wha- oh, sorry." DJ apologized, easing up on the pressure. "Too much?"
"Harder." Bridgette spat, desperate. Her hazel cat eyes laser focused on his hands. "Fucking manhandle me!"
DJ snorted, kicking it into high gear. Bridgette seemed to love it. Arching her back. Grabbing the blanket below her. With how much her legs were rubbing together, she might as well have turned on the old 'magic mattress' function. DJ kept this up for a bit, but he knew what Bridgette wanted. What they both wanted.
DJ pulled a hand free. Replacing it with his mouth. Kissing Bridgette's perky, firm, tit. Swirling his tongue around her nipple. He could taste her natural salty sweat and the chlorine of the swimming pool. Bridgette 'oooed' and 'awwwed' as DJ's meaty sausage fingers glided south down her washboard like tum-tum. Only stopping when he felt the button of her cut-off's against his finger. DJ looked up at Bridgette, her tit still in his mouth. Bridgette bit her lip hard, nodding at him. Down DJ went, sliding his fingers under her denim and- Wow, Bridgette was wet.
You'd think she just came out of the pool.
Bridgette's entire body instantly froze. Arms. Legs- her breathing. The poor girl just stopped moving. DJ smiled as he felt her whole body vibrate below him. It was quick. Bridgette was more than ready and had been for a while now. It didn't last too long. Soon enough, Bridgette collapsed on the bed. Huffing and puffing. Rubbing an eye as she looked at him with the other. Her bronzed breast still in his mouth, DJ gave her a knowing look. Asking for permission.
"Y-You know what I want." Bridgette stuttered, ready. Gripping the sheets below her, waiting.
DJ did not disappoint. Though instead of going straight in, he went all the way south. Grating the inside of his muscled, calloused middle finger against her opening. Her full opening. His other fingers happy to play sidekick. Well, as many as would fit between the tiny girl's legs. Up and down. Up and down. DJ grinded his fingers against her lower lips- And something else. It didn't take long to feel out what wanted his attention.
"Ohhhh, f-fuck. DJ." Bridgette cooed. Her eyes glazed over, panting. "Shi- sens-sitive. Hoh! Ca-Came fast to-too. Wha-What's with that?"
"Lots of stress. Big moment between you and me. You drooling over me naked since I opened the door. Then I 'manhandle' you." DJ shrugged, pulling away. Getting up to his knees. A popping sound erupted in the room as her breast slid out of his mouth. DJ smiled, still rubbing her. Adding pressure. Bridgette bit her lip. Her eyes drooping down to his giant muscly body. "You've been on edge for a while now."
"That's what edging is?" Bridgette asked, grinding her teeth now. "Intense. Fe-Felt good. Really go-good. When we go to Va-Vancouver, do you think you cou-could…"
"N-No, that wasn't edging. But, whenever we get the time…" DJ paused, pushing the suspense as he kneeled forward. Hovering directly over the poor girl. His hands above and below still working their meaty magic. The light fixture above them shined brightly. DJ's shadow eclipsed so much of the bed."Everyday. All-Day. What I'll do to you you're body won't believe."
"Li-Like what?" Bridgette stammered, staring hard into his eyes above her. Her fingers digging into the blankets under her. Her body already preparing to cum again. From head to toe, Bridgette's whole being was literally in DJ's shadow- waiting for him to smother her. "God. Don't tease me."
"I think you like the teasing." DJ smiled, sliding his other hand off her chest and down to her thigh. Pushing her leg to the side. Giving him better access. Bridgette whimpered, pitifully, as he rubbed her with two fingers now. Their rough callouses grinding against her. "Am I right?"
"Djaaaayyy- You're ri-right. You're right!" Bridgette cried, her arm spasming before she found a pillow and grabbed onto it for dear life. "I like it. I d-do. But I wanna cum. I wanna Cuuu- oh fuck!"
DJ went in. His meaty sausage middle finger went inside the surfer girl and gave her what she wanted. Bridgette froze. Her body still. Eyes crossed. Tongue hanging out. Drool dripped out the side of her mouth as her whole body started shaking on the bed. For DJ, boy she was tight. Just two knuckles in and… DJ didn't know if he still had circulation. He was forced to wait. The smallest flinch caused the poor girl to twitch. Thankfully, it didn't take long for Bridgette to come down. DJ pulled free.
"Awwww..." Bridgette whined, sliding some stray strands of hair out of her face. "I miss Mr. Meaty already."
DJ gave Bridgette a look, bringing his hand to his face.
"That's not Mr. Meaty." DJ answered, licking his entire middle finger. Bridgette saw this, and her eyes dipped down. Between his legs. Bridgette gulped. "You've got quite the grip there."
"Surfer girls." Bridgette smiled proudly. "Tightest cunts out there. Ask anyone."
"Gonna test that, right now." DJ declared, leaning down and unbuttoning her jorts. Gripping Bridgette's cut-offs with both hands, DJ ripped them apart like old rags. Shreds of damp denim scattered everywhere. Bridgette shrieked, clapping.
"That is so hot."
DJ snorted, looking down at the girls bare pussy before him. To DJ's surprise- a light blond landing strip. DJ gave Bridgette a look. She blushed. DJ laughed, he couldn't help it as he slid his hand back between her legs. Bridgette squeaked, preparing herself- she cackled. Half madness, half pleasure as DJ circled the tips of two fingers around her insides.
Moving in. Moving out. Moving in. Moving out. Never quite touching where Bridgette needed. The man knew how to tease. Bridgette pulled her legs in. She couldn't help it. Luckily DJ's held her open. Luckily, just as she was about to plead for her soul- DJ went in again. This time with two fingers. Bridgette sang a squeal. Shoved, right to the edge. Just from that. "How you feeling?"
"Ohhhh, fuck me." Bridgette drooled, tilting her head back. The poor girl's arms and legs were moving her body to go along with his fingers.
"Don't worry. That's coming." DJ joked, playfully, picking up the pace of his fingers.
"H-How did yo-you get s-so g-g-good at this?" Bridgette asked, forcing herself to look up at him. "You do-don't strike me a-as the pla-player type."
"I don't know about player, but I had this set up a few gal friends of mine back home." DJ shrugged, bashfully. "Whenever either of us weren't involved with someone, well..."
"DJ the fu-fuck boy. I ca-can see it." Bridgette laughed, then she got angry. "Wait. You were the only fuckable boy on the isl-island and you wait til af-after you were kicked of-off? Wh-Why?"
"Lets see. A bunch of horny, stressed, and very bored girls learning about the only guy around that can do more than get himself off?" DJ snorted, picking up the pace with his thumb rubbing around Bridgette's clit- but never actually touching it. Bridgette tossed the pillow at him. It bounced off his nose. "I really didn't want to be ripped apart by the girls or beaten to death by the guys."
"Fa-Fair enough." Bridgette grabbed another pillow. Gripping into it with both hands this time. The poor thing was already tearing. "But you owe me a whole summer of...THIS."
"Oh, I'll give you more than a summer." DJ announced, kicking it up a notch.
DJ went faster. Deeper. Harder. Bridgette cursed delights as DJ's strong arms shoved her up and down the bed as his fingers tried to tenderize her. Once again, it didn't take long. DJ's teasing did its work. Once again, Bridgette began spasming on the bed. Only this time, DJ didn't stop. He kept going. And going. And going. Bridgette felt this, to her shock she felt herself cum, again- as she was already cumming. An orgasm on top of an orgasm. Bridgette's eyes crossed.
True to his word, what DJ was doing? Bridgette's body and mind couldn't believe any of it.
DJ did, and he kept going. Picking up speed. Deeper penetration. Harder thrusts. DJ knew what he was doing. He knew what Bridgette was doing- experiencing. Bridgette was bouncing on the bed- in more ways that one. She didn't notice. So much was happening. Bridgette lost track of how many cummy-cums were hitting her at once. DJ knew about all of this, and he wanted her to have it. DJ would keep at it for as long as she wanted. As long as she needed. And he did. But bit by bit, Bridgette was nudged more and more to the edge.
Then, something happened neither saw coming.
"Hey Bridge," DJ said, looking at the goofy face of the poor girl. His hands still working their magic. "You good?"
"Ghaaa-blahhh..." Bridgette murmured, her entire body spazzing out. Her head twitching to the side. A river of drool dripping down both sides of her mouth. Roads of tears for her eyes- but she had no grip on the bed. Her head dipped off the edge. "Dwaaaphhh-umph!"
Bridgette fell off the bed.
DJ reached her. His hand sliding out of the poor girl as she fell. Luckily, he was quick enough. Grabbing her leg before Bridgette's head hit the ground. Crawling over to her, holding her up by her ankle, DJ looked at the poor girl. Bridgette was hanging upside down. Her limbs were noodles. Her eyes changed from hazel cat slits to glowing red hearts, swirling randomly in her skull. Bridgette's tongue was even hanging out.
"Bridgette, are you okay?"
Hiccup. "Gaaahh-Rhuuu." Hiccup. Bridgette burbled, her body still twitching as she hung there upside down.
"Oh boy." DJ inhaled, worried. Suddenly, Geoff's 10-gallon hat that Bridgette was wearing slipped off her head. The piece of leathery headgear dropped into the waste basket next to the bed. A small ding filled the room as it hit the towel rack DJ dropped in there. "That, probably says something- I'm gonna put you on the bed now."
Bridgette gurgled as DJ carefully laid the poor girl on the mattress. The poor girl's entire body was as limp as a wet noodle, forcing him to do it limb at a time. DJ sighed as he gently set Bridgette's pretty blonde head on the pillows by the headboard. He did not want her falling off again. Exhaling, DJ looked down at the best friend he made on the show. Bridgette's eyes were back to their regular hazel cat slits instead of the glowing hearts. Though, she was still cross-eyed. Bridgette was also still beautiful and limp, her body slathered with sweat and... other fluids.
"Oh, yeah. You're probably all kinds of thirsty." DJ said, going over to the mini-bar and pulling out some water bottles. He offered one to her, but the poor girl was still out of it. DJ shook his head, worried as he opened her mouth and poured some of the H20 in with his right hand. His left put the other ice-cold bottle on her forehead. That did the trick.
"D-DJ?" Bridgette asked, grabbing the bottle held up to her mouth. "Wha-What happened?"
"I... Went overboard." DJ nodded, embarrassed. Bridgette gave him a look- then her eyes shot open. Her eyes darted to the part of the bed she fell over. The remains of her clothes on the mattress... And his very naked body. Her hazel eyes scanned him up and down before downing the whole bottle in one go. "Bridge, you oka- wow. You were thirsty."
Bridgette nodded, tossing the now empty bottle in the same waste bin as the towel rack and Geoff's hat. She looked down at her still very naked body, specifically her lap- then the very damp spot on the bed DJ had worked on her.
"You don't think we're liable for the rooms, right?" Bridgette asked, blushing.
"I... hope not." DJ blushed back. His eyes darting down from her face to her chest. Her tits shined with sweat. Her perky nips pinker and sensitive from his touch. DJ bit his lip. "Sooo, nothing to say about... what just happened?"
"Do that again!" Bridgette barked. DJ chuckled. Her face got all serious. Bridge leaned forward, putting a hand on her knee. She jingled it, nothing happened. "I can't move my legs."
"Oh sure, just let me drink a bottle and- wait what?" DJ asked, concerned. The giant leaned down, jingled Bridgette's leg. It didn't react. "Are... Did I..."
"I can feel you. Your touch. The bed. All that." Bridgette answered, a sweet smile on her face. She focused- real hard. Her pinkie toe twitched. "Ah-ha! Its coming back."
"Thank god." DJ sighed, dropping down on the bed in a plop. Bridgette bounced up in the air. She laughed. "That has never happened before."
"Really? DJ the Fuckboy, never made a girl cum so hard her legs stopped working?" Bridgette laughed. "Still can't believe that's a thing. I mean, I can see it." Bridgette waved her hand all around DJ's muscly huge body. "But... wow."
"I don't get it either." DJ shook his head. "As for the leg thing? I wasn't trying to impress anyone before. At least, not as much as you."
"You were trying to impress me?" Bridgette tilted her head. "Why?"
"Because I..." DJ paused, remembering Bridgette's offer and her words about dating coworkers. He sighed, making his choice. "Like you."
"You do?" Bridgette asked, shocked. "But why didn't you say any... Geoff made the first move, didn't he?"
"Yup." DJ nodded, "Thought it best to just stay friends and play wingman."
"Dang." Bridgette shook her head. "Really wish you said something. Would've hopped on that quick- not a metaphor. You're much easier to get along with and..." Bridgette scanned up and down DJ's muscly body, landing a hand on his huge bicep. "A lot more to work with."
DJ laughed, sipping his water. Then he got all nervous. "Sooo, what happens now? Us. Your new show. You said dating at work was bad."
"Dating?" Bridgette spat, incredulous. "After my I can feel my legs again, I'm going to drag you to an altar and marry you on the spot!"
"That's funny Bridge." DJ snorted. "If you want me to do that again, all you gotta do is ask. Anytime. Now seriously, about your show-"
"Anytime!" Bridgette gasped, pointing at the desk. "Oh god. Hand me my phone over there. I gotta call my mom. Have her send over the ring she used at her wedding and grandma used at hers."
"That's... a very specific joke." DJ coughed, nervously. The giant scanned his best friend up and down. Her lithe but athletic body. Her toned abs. Her sweet tits. Her pretty perky face. DJ was reminded how naked she was. The only thing he wanted Bridgette to wear? A gold ring around her finger. "I... I can see it."
"And I can see you." Bridgette pointed at DJ's dong. It bobbed at her. Happy she noticed him. "Since we can't really finish till I get all my feeling back." Bridgette bent all her toes, but that was it. "Lets try to kill some time."
"Liiiike how?" DJ asked, half-serious.
"Come on." Bridgette waved him up. DJ drank the rest of his water and knee walked up to the girl. She kept waving him up. He kept going, Bridgette's body between his legs again, until his pelvis was directly over her chest. A certain something of his bobbing in front of Bridgette's face. She smiled at him, at it. She padded the headboard. "Put your hands on this thing."
DJ did. The giant leaned forward. His huge body loomed over the tiny girl. His jumbo sized meaty arms might've been wider than Bridgette's whole body. DJ tilted his head to check. Thankfully, he was wrong. As for Bridgette herself, her hazel cat eyes stared at the one eyed trouser snake in front of her. Bobbing up and down with each heartbeat like a polite bow. Bridgette nodded back, playfully. Smiling.
"Sooo, what happens now?" DJ asked, his hands on the headboard. "Am I gonna get Bridgette's best?"
"You couldn't really get the best." Bridgette shrugged, grabbing her wabbly noddle legs. "Not with me anyway. Even at a 100%."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, if you're hoping for a boob job. I don't really have the tits for it." Bridgette stated matter-of-factly, grabbing her chest. Her apple sized breasts fit perfectly in her lithe, thin fingers and small, graceful hands. Bridgette squeezed herself. DJ gulped as he saw the girl bob and push her boobs up and together. Nearly, ever so nearly, touching his aching meat above her- But she never did. "Like the other blonde girl on the show."
"Hey, you keep your brain in your head. Where it belongs." DJ joked, playfully. Supportively. Bridgette snorted. "Lindsay keeps hers somewhere in her neckline."
"And if you were hoping for the best blow job..." Bridgette paused there, winking at the big guy hovering above her. DJ tilted his head at that, intrigued. "Gwen's got us all beat there."
"What?"
"A story for another day." Bridgette shook her head, laughing. "Just know that Gwen likes to mark the guys she sucks off. Ever seen a dick slathered in teal lipstick? Stays on for days. No matter how much you scrub it. Before you say anything. Me and Gwen swapped guys a couple of times. They didn't have a problem with it. And Trent is cute. Guitar boy really knows how to work his fingers. Though..." Bridgette smiled up at the meaty hands above her. "Not like you."
"Ha." DJ smiled. "Sooo, what are you gonna do? I'm not asking for the best."
"But, that is what you're gonna get." Bridgette challenged, grabbing the throbbing erection on top of her. Now, DJ is a big man. He's very 'proportional'. Even with both hands, the Big guy had plenty of room to spare. Hell, Bridgette had a hard time wrapping a single dainty hand around it. "Wow, you really are a big boy. Aren't you?"
"Oh G-God." DJ stuttered, holding back a moan.
"Awww, whats the matter?" Bridgette teased, pumping her hands up and down his dangler. An audible, wet, sliding sound filled the room. "Sensitive?"
"Y-You weren't the o-only one re-ready to go when yo-you walked i-in." DJ grunted, his grip tightening on the headboard.
"Ha! Big fuckboy DJ has a crush on lil o'l me?"
Bridgette laughed, tightening her own grip as she rubbed down DJ's dong. The surfer girl knew what she was doing too. Lighter at the top, at the sensitive and more feeling tip. tighter toward the bottom. At the thick base. She did this for a bit, but after about a minute Bridgette licked her hands. One at a time. Then went back at it. The added lube and warmth-felt sooooo good. DJ grunted through his shut mouth.
"I'm flattered."
"Nothing 'lil' about you." DJ growled, eyes hard on Bridgette's chest. Her perky pink nipples staring back at his pupils.
"Ohhhh, you like my tiny tits?" Bridgette teased, grabbing one and swirling it around at him. DJ bit his lip, hard. They both knew Bridgette was kidding. The surfer girl was average- at the very least. She just didn't have jumbo tits like some of other girls on the show and didn't show off what she had- Like even more. Bridgette smiled up at him, propping herself up with the pillows. So now DJ's meat really was touching her chest- between her tits. "Wow. Its like a foot long hot dog inside a regular sized bun."
It was true. DJ was a big boy- and that might've been a spot on measurement of the man. Who knows? So when Bridgette grabbed her tits and smushed them together- DJ's dangler wasn't so much as smothered as hugged. DJ didn't care. Bridgette's teats were firm. Soft. Warm. So warm. DJ pushed his hips forward. Humping his diamond-harder into Bridgette's chest. He couldn't help it. She felt so good.
The whole bed rocked from that alone.
"Let loose big guy." Bridgette hollered, a crazed smile on her face. Her eyes hard on the meat between her ta-ta's. "Beast mode. I love it!"
DJ did.
Spreading his legs out, DJ lowered himself until he was pressing down on Bridgette's chest. Back and forth. One and two. DJ huffed forward. The whole bed shook and shacked. Much like before with his hands, each pump pushed Bridgette back and up a bit. Pillows or no, soon enough DJ was banging her against the headboard as it pressed against the far wall. Bridgette herself loved this. Giggling all the way as the sound of banging wood on dry wall, the creaking of plywood and steel of the bed, and of course the bouncing of springs in the mattress echoed in the room.
DJ himself was pressing hard, and going harder. He'd been pent-up for a while now and he could finally let loose. Huffing and puffing like a steam engine, DJ glared life and death itself down at the bouncing tits sandwiching his diamond-harder. He was gripping the headboard so tight he was bending the wood.
Letting go of the headboard, he grabbed one of Bridgette's teats- and squeezed. Bridgette howled delight. DJ changed his pace. Going slower now, but also going harder. Deeper. It looked and felt like the big guy was trying to plunge a stake of meat through the girl's chest. Like a vampire. During all this, Bridgette did her absolute best to keep her breasts together. Her hands closed over them. The best she could anyway. With each go now, the strength of his meat alone, DJ lifted Bridgette a solid foot off the mattress and in the air- Pumping her against the headboard. He didn't go back down.
Bridgette cackled each time and every time.
Like she was on a ride at Disneyland.
It didn't take long and DJ wasn't trying to last. With a mighty roar, DJ lifted Bridgette higher than ever for one last time. Pinning the giggling girl against the headboard. The big man pressed himself hard against her chest. With a cry straight from the gut, DJ shot burst after bust of hot steaming white. Coating her. Painting her in milky goo. Bridgette laughed through it all as he covered her face.
"Th-That was pr-pretty good..." DJ sighed, lowering them both down- gently. Setting Bridgette on the pillow, back against the headboard, DJ collapsed on the bed. Panting. "Holy crap."
"Pretty good?" Bridgette asked, playfully. "Not the best?"
"I gotta worry about crushing you. Like that." DJ pointed up behind her. The hardboard. It was cracked. Not just that huge lightning bolt splitting it down the middle, but a spiderweb pattern across the whole thing. Oh, and two giant hand prints crushed into the wood. "They are gonna bleed me dry."
"I'll have Courtney talk to Duncan. Have him make the Hotel think someone else sleeps in here." Bridgette suggested, tapping her fist against the cracked wood. "Have it be their problem."
"Smart. Who'd you want in here- Wow." DJ sat up and he finally saw what he did to the poor girl. Globs of white goop pelted her face. Mostly around her chin, up the right side of her face in a 'C' shape. Dripping off her eyebrow and down onto her nose. Some was even in her hair. Bridgette looked at her reflection on the shiny polished chrome lamp table next to the bed. She snorted, giving him a look- with her clean eye. DJ shrugged, blushing. "I had a big breakfast... and no one's made me cum like that in… ever. I am impressed."
"Really?" Bridgette eyed him, incredulous, as she cleaned her face with the bed's blanket. Completely uncaring about the stains. "DJ the block boy toy, never had it that good til he met Bridgette the beach girl?"
"Most girls I hook up with... Don't really care about my end of things." DJ answered, his tone matter-of-fact. "If they weren't sleeping, the girls usually kicked me out- After they had me work on'em... Yeah."
Bridgette grumbled at that. Her face half between disgusted, half angry. Cleaning off the last of the spunk, Bridgette stretched. Her whole body. Back, arms, chest- even her legs. Fresh and feeling. Then she crawled forward. On all fours she made it over to the big guy. Leaning up, Bridgette put a finger to DJ's lips as he was about to say something with one hand- grabbing DJ's meat with the other. Still hard. He tilted his head back with a groan.
Like before, Bridgette knew what she was doing. Light but attentive at the tip. Stronger pressure and tighter grip at the base. She didn't stop here. With her hands working on the rod, Bridgette leaned down and pecking kisses at the tip. Moaning sweetly in the background. DJ hummed happily, leaning back on his arms. Bridgette grinned as she started licking at the ridge of the tip, grabbing onto DJ with both hands. She stroked him slowly, already throbbing in her hand. He didn't even bother holding in his pleasure. DJ wanted her to know how good a job she was doing. Bridgette winked at him, pulling a hand away to play with his balls. Rolling them in her hand. Between her fingers as her other hand pumped him up and down.
"G-Gahhh, you are go-good at this." DJ stammered, getting close already. "Se-Sensitive."
She snorted. The girl with her own show was about to prove how good she really was.
Bridgette purred, tightening her grip as she slid her hand all the way down. She closed her eyes as she met his meat. Puckering her lips tightly full on his tip. Keeping it in place. Her tongue swirled circles around the head- teasing the tip and worshiping the hole. Demanding the dude shiver. Then she lowered down. Down DJ's meat in her mouth- and kept going. And going- it hit the back of her throat. She couldn't get all of him- but dang. Bridgette the beach girl tried.
DJ cursed delights, clearly this was new territory for him. Not so much for Bridgette, who had more than a few partners to hone her oral skills. Both back home and on the show. Giving the shaft another swirl, Bridgette started bobbing her head up and down. DJ mumbled something in the background. But Bridgette didn't need to hear him. The hitches in his breath and the throbbing in his meat told her more than anything he could say. DJ tried to warn her. To pull her head away. Bridgette shook her head- him still inside her. Gripping and guiding his balls with one hand. As she pumped what she couldn't put down her mouth with the other. Soon enough, the gentle giant's entire body shivered. Twitching. His eyes crossed. Drool dripping down the side of his mouth as he shot another few bursts. Coating the surfer girl's mouth and throat in white creamy cum.
This time, it was DJ who fell off the bed. When he collapsed, the big man slid right off the side like a crash test dummy. Sliding himself out of the poor girl on his way out. A surprised Bridgette dived to grab him- and she did. But the small, thin girl, didn't have the mass or muscle to pull the bulky DJ back up. She just pulled herself down to the floor with him. The limp DJ landed on his back in a slump. His lifeless limbs flopping around him. The surfer girl landed on top of him. Her blond body bouncing on his sculpted brown chest, puffing a breath out of his lungs. Knocking DJ awake.
Shaking his head, DJ looked around. Looked down. He saw the poor girl on top of him. Dazed. Confused. Embarrassed- And laughing. Bridgette was laughing. Globs of white goo bursted out of her mouth and nose. DJ laughed too. A hearty joy filled belly laugh as he wrapped both his arms around his best friend. She hugged him back.
"Best first blow job ever."
"Vhat?" Bridgette demanded, astonished. Her words muffled by his spunk still in her mouth. DJ gave her a shrug. Bridgette shook her head, angry. She spat it out- at the waste bin. It didn't go in, but it did hit the bag. "You really were just an abused sex toy, weren't you?"
"I don't know about the abused part…"
"DJ, if you did half of what you did for me to them- they should've milked your balls dry." Bridgette spat, literally, as she reached down and grabbed his softening cock. "Like what I'm going to do now-"
RING RING. RING RING. RING RING.
A baby blue phone on the desk next to them next to them rang. The two looked at each other before Bridgette reached over and picked it up. Her eyes bulged out of her head. Her mouth dropped.
"Its from Geoff. The network is offering him his own show. He's the host. He wants you to be his co-host."
"Wow. You're- you're serious?" DJ blinked. "That's… wow."
"He wants me help him convince you to be his 'wing-man'." Bridgette said, fully monotone. "He's going to make his 'sales pitch' soon."
"I… I don't know how to respond to any of this." DJ shook his head, sitting up. The gentle giant still holding his best friend in his arms. "Its like someone wrote us into a corner."
"Speaking of… I don't have any clothes." Bridgette added on. The two looked down at her naked body. Her phone pinged. "Geoff said he's 'sweetening the deal'."
There was a knock at the door.
"DJ, bro!" Geoff's voice announced behind the suite's door. "Guess who brought room service man."
"… Oh shit!"