Another Time, Another Place

THIRTEEN

“My turn for what?”, Steven joked.

“Just enjoy,” Ariel said.

This time she took his manhood slower. She made sure her soft supple lips tenderly caressed the hardness all the way down the shaft. The good-cop, bad-cop, rough, smooth maneuver excited him. He had no idea what to expect next. Ariel’s two point zero seemed capable of anything. Steven freaked completely out when her head tilted back, thus opening a path down her throat. Ariel took the beast entirely in her mouth and rapidly vibrated her head from side to side just to prove it. He was beyond impressed; he was damn awed.

When Ariel pulled her head back a strand of saliva was attached from his head to her bottom lip. The further she moved from his tool, the more the natural juice stretched until it ultimately broke in half. The part attached to her lip retracted and fell between her breasts. Steven watched more saliva travel down her chin, fall like a lone teardrop and join the other wetness at her breasts. Ariel massaged the juices onto her breasts before she positioned his hardness between her twins. She held his manliness captive with soft stokes of her breasts that she moved up and down in alternating directions. She held them in place with her hands. On queue Steven started pumping himself in a slow rhythm between her soft skin as if he was stroking her womanhood.

“I never knew breast fucking could feel so good,” Steven said.

“I’m so uninhibited tonight. Liberation at its best,” Ariel responded. She was barely able to control her excitement.

Without another word, Ariel was back to work on his joystick with her mouth. The hand-mouth combination was in full effect. She sucked his tool up and down with her mouth, lifted her head and then stroked him rapidly with a twisted hand motion while swirling her tongue around the mushroom part of his manliness. The continuous tongue swirling around his head combined with a masterful hand stroke was too much for Steven to bear. He feared he’d explode any second and he believed Ariel could sense it, too. He moaned heavily and loudly. The pleasured cries carried a state of excitement that was sweet music to her ears.

“Uh-huh,” Ariel said after each of his moans.

Steven wasn’t sure what her verbiage meant. He was near-orgasm drunk, too tipsy to comprehend anything but his ultimate release. He was certain since he throbbed like a swollen big toe that she would mount and ride him to the joyous state. He was wrong. His eyes opened wide, seemingly protruding out of their sockets as the massive explosion ejaculated like hot lava from a volcano into her mouth. Still, her hand pumped the shooting cannon until the last round was fired. Ariel swallow

ed the nectar with ease. Steven breathed heavily. He was entranced and literally amazed he’d been taken all of the way for the first time.

Ariel crawled up his body like a sexy lion about to devour its prey. Their lips met, Steven parted his, and Ariel pressed back firmly against his soft lips and sealed their lips. Her mouth opened slightly. She then transferred a portion of her treat into his mouth. The slimy substance felt foreign in his mouth, appalled his taste buds and made him realize exactly what had happened. Steven pushed her upward by both shoulders; Ariel wore a warm frisky smile. The opened hand smack on the side of her face was delivered with so much force that it knocked her off of him. She bounced off the edge of the bed and fell onto the floor.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Steven yelled angrily.

Ariel stood, looked at him with cold eyes, but her hateful expression was nothing compared to the verbal onslaught Steven gave her. Instantly, the sting of his strike announced itself like a jackhammer on a tiny nail. Instinctively, a hand moved to the warm pained area. All of a sudden Steven’s abuse didn’t feel new. The entire yelling and hitting thing had been jolted to the forefront of her mind.

“You’re an asshole!” Ariel screamed back.

“At least I’m not the one spitting cum into another person’s mouth,” Steven raged.

“We were being adventurous and liberated, remember?”

“You should ask me before you do some nasty shit like that.”

“So what you’re saying is, I can taste and swallow your nasty shit, but you can’t. What, you’re afraid of becoming gay?”

Steven jumped from the bed. His hand was back ready to wreak havoc again, but, Ariel took a step toward his aggression; seemingly daring him to strike her. She stood her ground, her eyes were concentrating on his as fear ran rampart throughout her body.

You’d better back down before you get smacked down, Steven thought.

But, Ariel’s stance made him second-guess himself so he simply pushed her backward between the breasts. Ariel sensed an anger she’d never experienced. Her piercing eyes were like two laser beams that burned perfectly round holes through his body. She stormed off and ended up at her computer with tears rolling from her eyes like mercury from a broken thermometer.

“Crazy bitch!” Steven yelled as she ran away.

Ariel sat with her feet in the computer chair holding her face in her palms. She cried for countless minutes and realized that something had to be done.

I will no longer be a punching bag, she thought and then realized the notion wasn’t new.

Even though anger flowed through, she was able to regain her composure a short while later. A new reality seemed to hit her. Ariel gazed at all of the whitepapers before her, and then picked up the email from her supervisor. Initially, her reaction was one of concern.

I work? she questioned herself oddly.

The question puzzled her. A rush of knowledge bombarded her as if to answer her own inquiry. It changed the complexity of the question and made it a statement.

“I work,” she spoke aloud.

The thought had remnants of something she’d always desired to do. Oddly, she was completely satisfied with the notion, yet it felt as new as a sunrise on a different day. The notion gave her a wholeness, as if the last piece of a puzzle had just been connected. Ariel read the white papers with a renewed determination and discovered that each white paper detailed software capable of capturing data from a device or database. Her task, as she understood it, was how to best collect, sort and display different sources of data in one webpage where it could be clearly understood. She leaned back in the chair, hands clasped behind her head and thought about the predicament.