Just Feathers
I BLOCK EVERYTHING OUT EXCEPT the music. The jaunty guitar starts and then Daryl Hall’s lovely tenor starts singing and my hips start moving. I chose You Make My Dreams Come True because I wanted something upbeat and I know she listens to Hall and Oates when she needs cheering up. I want to cheer her up forever.
My dance is pretty much shaking my hips, running in place and swaying from side to side. In the middle of the first chorus is when I start to undress. I start with my jacket, working it around my waist, then flinging it to the side of the stage. Then comes the shirt and that’s when the crowd goes nuts, naturally, and even more so when I flex my guns for all to see.
I make a total fool of myself dancing around the stage until I finally whip my belt off and start to pull my pants down while facing away from the audience so they get a booty shot first. The flamingo is my big reveal so I drop my pants and look over my shoulder making a pretend surprise look. I try to twerk like Betsy’s boss but I just pop my ass out but the crowd eats it up. The song is almost over so I shyly turn around, covering my crotch with my hands. I make sure I have my eyes locked with Betsy and then I lift my hands and make them jazzy.
Her smile is glorious and I know I’ve got her. She is clapping, wiping tears and wolf whistling her heart out and I know I’ve convinced her. I jump down from the stage in nothing but a bow tie and hot pants directly in front of her chair so the flamingo is face level. My hand goes out and she takes it, jumps up and hugs me with her full body, legs wrapped around my back. Put my hands on her ass and walk her up the stairs, as the crowd hoots and hollers at us. I take her into the private room we were in, and lock the door. The music starts again as the next performer comes on.
We turn and I press her against the wall.
“Hi,” she says breathlessly. Her eyes sparkling, her smile wide.
“Hi,” I respond seeing only her.
“I love you too and I need you to fuck me immediately,” she whispers and I rip her pink feathery costume in half, feathers flying everywhere.
Our lips lock and it’s just as unicorn jizzy as I remember. She tastes like tangerines and the rest of my god damned life. We kiss and our hands go everywhere, touching all over, finally free to wander. She shrugs out of the torn costume as I bend to nibble on her nipple snake. My left hand is squeezing the other nipple and my right is delving where I know the sweetest pussy ever lies. She is slick and hot and ready for my rock-hard dick but I need to get this thing off her and spend some time with my face in between her legs.
I set her down and then drag the rest of the flimsy feathery cloth and her g-string down her legs and over her pink stilettos. “These can stay on,” I say as I tap the sparkly shoes then pick one foot up and drape it over my shoulder, sliding up to dive into her bare center. I take long licks and then gently suction my lips over her clit, dragging on it in pulses. Her hands go to my hair as she grinds into my face. I can tell she’s close so I suck a little harder and dip a few fingers inside her wet heat as she tips over, coming on my hand and mouth. Nothing compares to the way she looks right now. Free, in love, mine.
“Now, Joe, I need you inside me,” she says as she pulls me up to kiss her. I walk her back to a chair as she pulls my hot pants down until my erection springs free. I sit and she pulls the tiny article of clothing off my legs. “We are keeping these,” she says as she twirls them on her finger, straddles me, and smiles.
Her grey eyes go silver as she sinks on to my dick and I can barely breathe. I’ve fantasized about being close to her in this way for months. It seems unreal now that it’s happening. Unreal and unbelievably good. We are still, just kissing and staring at each other. “I love you, Bets.”
She gasps as I shift her up slightly and then back down. “I know and I’m sorry I made you wait and worry.”
“Not now, let’s just enjoy each other and be here,” I say as I hold my hand at her neck. I lower my hand to her heart and kiss her again. We barely move for a while just enjoy the physical connection until it gets to be too much and I have to fuck her. I grip her hips and slam her down on me as I grind her into me. I stand and take her with me, still connected to a nearby table. I’m sure we are violating several health codes but I don’t care. I lay her down and place her sexy stilettos on my shoulders.
“A fucking visual feast you are and I finally get to eat you,” I say as I hold her legs with one hand and squeeze her nipple snake with the other. “I used to be jealous of this snake,” I huff out as I move back and forth inside her tightness. “Then I realized I should really feel sorry for it.”
A drop of my sweat falls between her breasts and I bend to lick it and she shivers. I change course and move my tongue around the snake’s open mouth.
“Sorry for it?” she asks.
I swivel my hips and go deeper. “Yeah, he’s forever frozen just out of reach and I will always get there first.” I bite said nipple again and she squeals.
“God, I missed you,” She says and I start to fuck her harder and all talking stops.
I lean down, putting my hands on either side of her head, bending her legs back with me. She shakes with another orgasm and my strokes become erratic until I feel the tingle in my balls and come inside the woman I love for the first time. I release her legs and they go around my back, pulling me to her. I look at her in wonder and smile.
“I missed you too.”
* * *
Betsy puts her g-string back on and my bow tie and I pull my flamingo shorts back on. “Where the hell did you find flamingo shorts like that?”
“The Castro,” I respond and she nods because where else really?
We walk out of the room as the finale is going on so no one really pays attention to our barely dressed selves. Betsy leads me to the backstage area where all of our friends are. She grabs a robe quickly before anyone hugs her. I stay in my hot pants because fuck it. I get lots of back pats, bro hugs and winks from everyone because we’ve been gone for at least 20 minutes and they all know what we were doing.
Don comes over and snaps a picture of me with his phone. “I wish I could say this is blackmail but you have zero shame so I’m putting this on my Insta. You smell like jizz,” he adds.
“Thanks, Don,” I say slapping his back. “Don’t filter my ass too much.”
“I’m assuming it worked since you both came back mostly naked with goofy smiles,” Lia says and I nod. “I’m so glad, Joe. You deserve to get some good loving.”
“Thanks, Li Li. I have you guys to thank for all your help.” I gesture to Frank, Andrew, and Jeannette standing nearby. “She really loved the group dance.”
Betsy slides in next to me, her hand resting on my ass. “I really did. I can’t believe you got all these people together.”
“It was easy, B, you have a lot of good friends.” I wave my hand to the roomful of her admirers. “They all jumped at the chance to make you feel loved.”
Her eyes water again and I pull her in tight. “I just, I thought everyone was just being nice to me, not that they actually cared about me.”
“Of course, we care, sweetheart. Those fucking parents of yours need a good junk punching,” Jeannette says showing her uppercut. “All those church people too, they made you believe you didn’t deserve love and they all suck.”
Betsy laughs through her tears and hugs her friend. We make our way around the whole room talking to each one of the people in Betsy’s life and I can see her light brighten after each one. I hope that she finally sees how important she is and how deserving she is of a real family.
“Jack, you were fantastic, thanks for coming,” Betsy says shyly.
“You’re my sister, B, of course, I came,” he responds and leans in for a hug. “So, was my brother a grower?”
She pushed on his shoulder and I shoot him a dirty look. “Dude, is that how you talk to your sister?” I ask.
“I’ll assume that’s a no then,” he teases.
We stay for another ten minutes, and then I find my tux. I only get my shirt on and my shoes before Betsy is dragging me out of the theater. I lead her to Don’s Mustang he lent me for the night and we head to her house. There’s another surprise there.
I had Marisol completely finish her bedroom. She got all the furniture in and hung her pictures and art on the wall. The fireplace works but she put some tall candles in there which is much faster than me having to make a fire right now.
I make Betsy wait in the Flamingoth bathroom while I light candles and put some music on. She is removing her makeup when I come to get her and I hoist myself on the counter and watch her. It’s such a joy to just be in her presence, I missed just being with her. “I really like Mikey, by the way. She told me Frank knocked her up?”
“Yep, that grumpy ass is going to be a dad. At least he’s in a better mood now.”
“How’s your mood, Joe?” she asks coyly.
“If you’re in the room my mood will always be off the charts great,” I say and I mean it. She finishes with her face and starts unwinding her braids. I hop down and stand behind her. I move her hands to her sides and take over releasing her hair form the elaborate braids.
“You are really too much,” she says, smiling at me in the mirror. I bend to kiss her bare shoulder. She is wearing a black camisole and black leggings and she is stunning. I want to just bend her over the vanity right now but I also want to take my time now that we are home.
“You weren’t complaining earlier.” My hands work quickly to release her hair and when I’m done, I brush it with my fingers. “You are so beautiful.” She takes her hair and smooths it over her shoulder. I take it as an invitation to kiss it again.
She turns to me and reaches up to kiss me like she couldn’t bear to do anything else. I’m with her, I could kiss her until my lips fall off.
It’s hard but I pull back, take her hand, and lead her into the bedroom. Her gasp and “Oh, Joe!” let me know that she loves it.
“That’s right, ‘Oh Joe!’ now get on the new bed and I’ll make you scream that all night,” I say not really joking.
She laughs, takes her clothes off and hops into the bed. I strip down to my flamingo shorts and she giggles. “I can’t believe you did all that for me, all this.” She opens her hands and I sit next to her on the bed.
“I’d do pretty much anything for you.”
Her eyes light up. “Anything?”