Paper Worms
(and other Sex Cock-ups!)
by Graham Murray
SMASHWORDS EDITION
Copyright© 2011, Graham Murray
Published by Living Books USA
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Paper Worms
(and other Sex Cock-ups!)
The strap snapped back against her skin.
“Ow!” she yelled. “That hurts, you know!”
“Sorry,” I mumbled, cursing myself for fucking up even this supposed simplest of tasks; releasing a girl’s bra strap. Why do they have to make the fucking things so complicated? What’s wrong with a bit of Velcro? Why the . . . how many clips? Six? Eight? Fuck knows. Way too many anyhow. There is just no sexy way to remove a girl’s bra. It’s easier to put up a damn hammock!
She pushed my hand aside. “Here, I’ll do it.”
In a flash, she had done something around the back that caused the front of her bra to fall loose. I pulled it free, down her arms and tossed it aside. It knocked over a can of deodorant on the night stand. I stared at her milky-white tits with the pinkish nipples in amazement. Fucking hell. Why are girl’s tits so . . . beautiful?
I swear they were designed just to fuck with men’s minds. I mean, what are tits, really? A few modified sweat glands with a bump on the end for a baby to suck on. A baby, for Christ’s sake! And here I am, cock like a beer can and desperate to see these things and . . . what? Fondle them? Suck them? Gawp at them? Cum all over them?
Why the fuck do we want to do that? What’s the big deal about coming all over a girl’s tits, anyway? It’s wet. It’s messy and it means you then can’t touch them unless you want your hands full of cum. And you then wipe them off on . . . what? Your shirt? Her shirt? The sheets? The car seat? Fuck . . . it’s a disaster. But we all want to do it. Every guy I know always tells me how he came all over wostsername’s tits. Yeah? So what. Big deal.
“Well?” she said. She was staring at me with her head on one side.
“Oh. Sorry . . .” I mumbled. “Drifted off a bit there.”
“Boring you, am I?” she asked coldly, raising one eyebrow.
“What? No! No, not at all. I was just . . . gobsmacked by” I gingerly touched one her tits. “these. They’re amazing.”
They were, too. They were big and soft and warm and
“They’re tits, David,” she said and pulled a face. “Just tits. All girls have them in case you hadn’t noticed.”
“Well, yeah,” I said, wondering how best to hold one of them from the front. Ever noticed that you can’t actually hold a girl’s tits from the front? It’s a physical impossibility. You just end up either squashing them or chasing them around her back. You have to be standing behind her to get a hand full. But that does feel brilliant. You can feel the shape and weight of them. And your cock is right where it needs to be; pressed up against her. Not so cool if you’re naked and she’s still wearing clothes. Then it’s the whole sandpaper thing again. Trust me; rubbing your cock against the back seam of a girl’s Levis is not sexy.
“But, some are better than others, though, right?” I managed.
She looked at me and shrugged. “If you say so.”
We were kneeling on the bed, facing each other. She had stripped down to her panties and bra and I still had my boxer shorts on. The problem with boxer shorts is that there is often no button on the front of them. They were probably designed by a woman.
Panties were definitely designed by a man. One yank and they’re off. Usually. Sometimes you can even use your teeth. But if she’s wearing panties from somewhere like Victoria’s Secret, you have to be careful not to rip them or all hell will break loose! Those panties always look so damned hot on the models and yet, when your . . . Anyway, they make really sexy panties.