I FINISHED ATTACHING THE CUFFS AT THE TOP OF THE POST TO KAMEN’S WRISTS. HE DID NOT COMMENT ON HOW I HAD TO STAND ON TOP OF THE SNACK COOLER TO DO IT. WHICH WAS WISE, BECAUSE I WAS ABOUT TO UNLEASH A REALLY EXCELLENT HELL ON HIM.
I STEPPED OFF THE COOLER AND GAZED UP AT HIM. I HAVE MAYBE NEVER BEEN HARDER IN MY LIFE. HIS LEGS WERE SPREAD. HIS ARMS WERE BOUND ABOVE HIS HEAD, BICEPS BULGING. HIS SHIRT WAS OFF, AND I WANTED TO ROLL FUCKING QUARTERS THROUGH THE RIDGES BETWEEN HIS ABS. PLUS IT WAS DRIZZLING, SO HE WAS KIND OF WET. LIKE A STRONG SWEATY PRISONER.
“WANNA SEE?” HE ASKED, NODDING DOWN AT HIS CROTCH.
“SHH. LET ME SAVOR THIS MOMENT.”
I WALKED FORWARD AND STOOD RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIM. HE HAS A GREAT GODDAMN LINE OF CHEST HAIR GOING ALL THE WAY DOWN HIS STOMACH AND TO HIS PUBES, SO I PUT MY FINGER ON THAT AND TRACED IT TO HIS PANTS. HIS ABS FLEXED.
“GOOD BOY,” I SAID. ’CAUSE YOU REALLY HAD TO PRAISE HIM WHEN HE HELD STILL, OTHERWISE HE GOT FIDGETY. AND NO SHIT I LOVED CALLING THIS FUCKING GIANT MY BOY.
WE WERE ATTRACTING A CROWD. I WANTED TO WARN THEM THAT PEOPLE IN THE FIRST TWO ROWS WERE IN THE SPLASH ZONE.
I GLANCED UP AT KAMEN AGAIN. “BEG ME TO TAKE YOUR PANTS OFF.”
HE PUSHED HIS HIPS FORWARD. “PLEASE TAKE MY PANTS OFF.”
“WHY? WHAT ARE YOU HIDING UNDER THERE?”
“IT’S A SURPRISE.”
“AM I GONNA LIKE IT?” I PULLED SOME HAIRS ON HIS HAPPY TRAIL.
HE STARTED TWISTING HIS HIPS. “YEAH. YOU’RE GONNA FUCKING LOVE IT.”
“YEAH?”
“TAKE ’EM OFF, RY.”
“OKAY. THEN I’M GONNA MAKE YOU COME IN FRONT OF EVERYONE.”
I WASN’T SURE HOW TO DESCRIBE THE NOISE HE MADE. IT WAS LIKE HEMSWORTH WATCHING SOMEONE EAT A CHICKEN FAJITA. OR . . . LIKE KAMEN WATCHING SOMEONE EAT A CHICKEN FAJITA.
I UNSNAPPED HIS FLY.
AND THEN, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, I YANKED HIS PANTS DOWN.
REMEMBER CRAYONS IN KINDERGARTEN? REMEMBER HOW CERULEAN WAS THE GREATEST GODDAMN BLUE? AND HOW SOMETIMES YOU ACCIDENTALLY PULLED MIDNIGHT BLUE OUT THINKING IT WAS CERULEAN, AND YOU WERE DISAPPOINTED BECAUSE FUCK MIDNIGHT BLUE?
I HAD NEVER SEEN THESE PANTIES BEFORE. THEY WERE STRAIGHT-UP CERULEAN, AND THE COLOR LOOKED SO GOOD AGAINST HIS PALE SKIN, PLUS THERE WERE RUFFLES, AND A PATTERN LIKE FEATHERS IN THE LACE. HIS BALLS STRETCHED THE FEATHERS, AND I WAS WATCHING HIS DICK GET HARD BEFORE MY EYES, AND EVERYTHING WAS SO PERFECT I HALF EXPECTED THE CLOUDS TO OPEN UP AND FOR GOD TO STICK A GIANT ARM OUT AND GIVE ME A THUMBS-UP.
I WALKED AROUND TO CHECK KAMEN OUT FROM THE BACK. THE RUFFLES RODE HIGH ON HIS ASSCHEEKS, SO HE LOOKED LIKE SOME FANCY, SEXY BIRD-PRINCESS. I REACHED OUT AND PINCHED THE LOWEST RUFFLE, TUGGING IT DOWN A LITTLE. HE CLENCHED HIS ASS BUT DIDN’T MOVE.
I SLID MY HAND BETWEEN HIS LEGS FROM BEHIND AND CUPPED HIS BALLS. HE GRUNTED AND PUSHED HIS ASS OUT LIKE A DAMN WHORE. I RAN MY THUMB UP THE LACE, TRACING THE OUTLINE OF HIS DICK.
“YOU ARE SUCH A PRETTY GIRL,” I TOLD HIM, BECAUSE WE LOVE SHIT LIKE THAT. WE WERE DOWN WITH EITHER PRETENDING HE WAS A WOMAN OR PRETENDING HE WAS A MAN IN WOMEN’S UNDERWEAR, SO IT WAS JUST A MATTER OF ONE OF US ESTABLISHING A GENDER AND THE OTHER ROLLING WITH IT.
I STOOD DIRECTLY BEHIND HIM AND REACHED AROUND AND UP WITH BOTH ARMS TO CUP HIS PECS. I MAULED THEM, FLICKING HIS NIPS WITH MY THUMBNAILS. A COUPLE OF SPECTATORS WALKED AWAY, AND I DIDN’T CARE. I KNEW WE WERE AWESOME AND HOT.
“YOU WANT ME TO SMACK THESE TITS?” I ASKED.
“YEAH.” HE WAS PANTING. “YEAH, I WANT YOU TO SMACK THEM.”
I SLAPPED HIS LEFT PEC, THEN HIS RIGHT. HE YELPED, FLINCHING BACK AGAINST ME SO HARD HE NEARLY KNOCKED ME OVER. I SLAPPED THE LEFT SIDE AGAIN.
“GOOD GIRL. YOU LIKE THAT?” I REACHED DOWN WITH ONE HAND AND PULLED HIS PANTIES HALFWAY DOWN, SO HIS ASS CHEEKS BULGED OVER THE WAISTBAND. “DID YOU WEAR THESE JUST FOR ME?”
HE TUGGED ON THE CUFFS. “YEAH.”
I GRABBED THE LACE AGAIN AND YANKED IT UP BETWEEN HIS CHEEKS, WEDGIE-ING THE LIVING FUCK OUT OF HIM.
HE CHOKED OUT A CRY.
I JERKED THE PANTIES DEEPER INTO HIS CRACK. “TELL ME HOW BAD YOU WANT ME.”
HE SHIFTED HIS WEIGHT BACK AND FORTH, GULPING. “I WANT YOU SO BAD. SO BAD. PLEASE . . .”
HE WAS HUMPING THE AIR IN A MAJOR WAY, AND SO I LET GO OF THE PANTIES. SLID MY HANDS DOWN HIS SIDES, OVER THE LACE, AND THEN ALONG HIS INNER THIGHS, SHOVING HIS LEGS APART. HE MOANED LIKE THE PATRIOTS WERE LOSING, AND THRUST HIS ASS BACK AGAINST MY CROTCH.
I PUSHED MY HIPS FORWARD IN RESPONSE, HOPING HE COULD FEEL HOW HARD I WAS. “YEAH, YOU LITTLE SLUT. WORK IT.”
I BACKED UP AND DUSTED THE SEAT OF HIS PANTIES WITH ONE HAND, FLIPPING THE RUFFLES UP AND DOWN.
THEN I WENT TO STAND IN FRONT OF HIM AGAIN.
AND I GOT BUSY GROPING.
I DIDN’T REALLY KNOW IF HE COULD HEAR HIMSELF WHEN HE GOT THAT TURNED ON, BUT EVEN THE MEMBERS OF THE CAMP WHO WEREN’T GATHERED AROUND US WERE LOOKING IN OUR DIRECTION, HE WAS GROANING SO LOUD. AND THEN I STARTED RUBBING MYSELF THROUGH MY PANTS WITH MY FREE HAND, AND WE WERE OFFICIALLY A SPECTACLE.
I STUCK MY THUMB BEHIND HIS BALLS AND GROUND THE LACE AGAINST HIS TAINT UNTIL HE DOUBLED OVER AS MUCH AS THE RESTRAINTS WOULD ALLOW. I STOOD ON MY TOES, TRYING TO KISS HIM, AND HE ABOUT UPROOTED THE POST LEANING DOWN SO I COULD REACH HIS LIPS.
I COULDN’T LAST MUCH LONGER. I PUT MY PALM AGAINST THE BULGE OF HIS LACE-COVERED DICK AND JUST SCRUBBED THE HELL OUT OF IT UNTIL HE SHOUTED AND THE LACE GREW WET AND STICKY. KEPT MY HAND THERE WHILE I REACHED DOWN MY OWN PANTS AND BROUGHT MYSELF OFF.
THE POST CREAKED STEADILY AS HE HUNG THERE, AND THEN IT STARTED TO FALL OVER—HE HAD TO TAKE HIS WEIGHT OFF IT QUICK. I GRABBED A HANDKERCHIEF FROM MY POCKET—WE’D BOTH TAKEN TO CARRYING THEM EVERYWHERE—AND WIPED MY HANDS. THEN I PULLED THE SNACK COOLER OVER AND STOOD ON IT TO UNDO HIS CUFFS. MY HANDS WERE SHAKING.
HE BROUGHT HIS ARMS DOWN SLOWLY AND HELD HIS HANDS SORT OF OVER HIS CROTCH, LIKE HE COULD FOOL ANYONE INTO THINKING HE WAS MODEST. I STOOD A COUPLE OF FEET IN FRONT OF HIM AND HELD OUT MY ARMS. “C’MERE, BIG GUY.”
HE STUMBLED FORWARD AND WENT TO HIS KNEES IN FRONT OF ME. HIS PANTS WERE STILL AROUND HIS THIGHS, THE RUFFLES OF HIS PANTIES STICKING OUT AS HE LEANED FORWARD AND RESTED HIS FOREHEAD AGAINST MY STOMACH.
I STROKED HIS HAIR AND THEN SCRATCHED BETWEEN HIS SHOULDER BLADES. HE TURNED HIS HEAD TO THE SIDE AND PRESSED IT HARD AGAINST ME. “YOU’RE THE BEST,” HE SAID. “YOU ARE LITERALLY MY HERO.”
I SCRATCHED MORE FIRMLY, AND HIS SHOULDERS ROUNDED AS HE TRIED TO SHRUG ME TOWARD THE RIGHT SPOT. I FOUND IT, AND HIS SHOULDERS COLLAPSED AS HE SIGHED.
“YOU ARE THE BEST,” I CORRECTED HIM.
HE PUT HIS ARMS AROUND MY WAIST AND PULLED. I COLLAPSED TO MY KNEES, AND HE PUT HIS GIANT HANDS ON MY SHOULDERS AND KISSED SO HARD I WENT OVER BACKWARD. HE PINNED ME WITH HIS ARMS ON EITHER SIDE OF ME AND THEN LOWERED HIMSELF UNTIL HE WAS HALF ON TOP OF ME, HALF ON THE GRASS.
WE STAYED LIKE THAT AS THE RAIN GRADUALLY SUBSIDED. ANYONE WHO WANTED TO USE A WHIPPING POST WAS GONNA HAVE TO FIND ANOTHER ONE.
’CAUSE THE RYMEN GROPEFEST HAD JUST PUT THIS ONE OUT OF COMMISSION.