The Manga Girl (16 page)

     
“Lucy, you cheated!” Kylie said.

     
“Did not.”

     
Sid chuckled. “Go on, Nick. Kiss your girlfriend.”

     
Lucy looked at him, and then stood, lifting one leg and placing her foot on top of the cooler. The others gazed hypnotized at her sweet, tight cunt. Nick sat up and leaned towards her parted thighs. He couldn’t believe he was actually going to do this, drunk as he was. He pursed his lips and gently touched them against Lucy’s vulva, inhaling her subtle feminine scent. Then, with Sid, Andy, Summer and Kylie all watching closely, he opened his mouth and ran his tongue along Lucy’s labia. Lucy let out a low juddering moan. He continued to tickle her outer lips, teasing her, feeling her gathering moistness. He placed his hand against her raised thigh and felt it tremble as he pushed his tongue into her, tasting the extra saltiness she had brought back from the ocean.

     
Lucy’s hands gripped his head and Nick pushed his face into her groin, almost forgetting for a second that they had an audience. He was in his familiar place now, tongue darting into her moist depths, Lucy panting above him. He had no idea how long they were at it before she finally ejaculated over his face with a squeal of pleasure.

     
Nick sat back on his haunches, his engorged prick pointing skywards, his face shining in the moonlight. Lucy flopped down herself out of breath, breasts heaving. Their friends sat watching quietly, having just witnessed them in the most private of physical acts. The sexual delirium had reached an almost unbearable level as they each understood that their collective relationship would never be the same again after tonight.

     
Lucy finally composed herself and said huskily, “There’s only Sid and Summer left. Any suggestions?”

     
Everybody was thinking the same thing but naturally, it was left to Lucy to enunciate it. “Summer has to kiss Sid’s cock,” she looked around. “Then we’re all even. Everyone agreed?”

     
An hour before, her suggestion would have been greeted with shock, but the booze and the recently transpired events had changed everything. This had become a rite of passage - it was their secret and the circle had to be completed.

     
Sid looked at Summer apprehensively. Even though he had kissed her earlier, this was a whole new ball game. Slowly, he stood, and Nick felt a stab of embarrassment as he glimpsed his best friend’s erect penis. Summer didn’t move. Surely she wasn’t going to break the deal? Then, her face blushing furiously, she rose onto her knees and leaned toward Sid’s midriff. She paused, visually taking in his length and girth, before pulling back Sid’s foreskin and exposing his swollen glans. She opened her mouth and hovered just before him, her hot breath flooding his cock. Then, excruciatingly slowly, she placed her lips against the tip of Sid’s penis. The dare was just to kiss, but to Nick’s amazement, Summer remained still. Then, with the subtlest of movements, Sid’s entire glans disappeared between Summer’s lips. There was no motion, no rhythm, just Summer’s mouth engulfing the head of Sid’s cock. Time seemed to stand still as they remained tentatively joined, but then Sid suddenly jerked his hips and grunted, and Summer pulled away spluttering, a thin, sticky line of ejaculate still connecting them.

     
“Oh God!” Sid gasped. “I’m sorry!”

     
Summer spat into the sand and wiped the back of her hand with her mouth. Lucy went to her, but Summer, head down, put up her hand.

     
Looking mortified, Sid said, “I couldn’t stop…”

     
But when she looked up, Summer smiled at him reassuringly. “Sid, it’s okay. You just took me by surprise, that’s all.”

     
“Yeah, well,” he said sheepishly. “It’s been a while.”

     
Lucy’s magic spell had been broken, and now they were all acutely aware of their nakedness. Without talking, they put their swimsuits back on and tidied up. Nick no longer felt drunk, and he doubted the others did either. As Andy doused the fire and they picked up their bags, Lucy said, “We don’t say anything about this to the others, understood?”

     
When Nick came home from work, he found Lucy lying on the couch in his living room, crunching on a dill pickle and flipping through a book of illustrations. On the cover was a drawing of a woman wearing nothing but a melted strawberry sundae.

     
“Hey,” he said.

     
Lucy raised her eyebrows and wiggled her bare toes, but didn’t look up.

     
“You okay?” Nick asked. Every day was an adventure with Lucy. You just didn’t know which one was going to turn up.

     
It had been a strange day at work. Neither he nor Sid had made any mention of the strange conclusion to their trip to Cape Cod. As they had worked together on the clapboard siding of a nineteenth century colonial, images of his friend’s cockhead being sucked by Summer had kept rushing into Nick’s mind, and he had wondered if the same thing had been happening to Sid regarding himself and Lucy.

     
On Sunday, Nick had awoken in one of the cottage guest rooms alone. He had found Rob and Tanya in the kitchen and over coffee, they had informed him that Summer and Lucy had gone for an early morning swim. Jason had made his own way back, Kylie had left alone after breakfast, and Sid and Andy were still asleep.

     
There had obviously been an unnatural atmosphere earlier because Rob had asked Nick what had happened the previous night. Nick had told him about the skinny-dipping but nothing else.

     
In the cold light of day, he realized that their relationships had changed irrevocably, and might possibly even have ended, thanks to his little Asian she-devil. Just as she had with him, Lucy was spreading her peculiar sexual tendencies amongst his friends and acquaintances like a contagious disease. They had all turned up as level-headed young adults, and left with a deliciously disturbing salacious secret. And yet, as he had driven her and Summer back to Boston, Nick knew more than ever that he loved Lucy with every fiber of his being.

     
He regarded her now, as comfortable and at ease as if she owned the place, wearing a white cotton tunic decorated with bamboo prints, one leg raised onto the back of the couch, giving him a glimpse of her pink underwear.

     
“I don’t think I should be paying rent anymore,” she said, looking up and marking her place with a finger.

     
Nick sat in one of the armchairs opposite.

     
“Okay,” he said, “I can live with that.”

     
“But that’s not fair on you.”

     
Alright. Where’s she headed with this?

     
“So what do you propose?”

     
Lucy pursed her lips and stared at the ceiling, as if composing her thoughts. Nick didn’t doubt that she had already thought this through, and that she was sure he would agree to anything she wanted - which of course, he would.

     
“I was thinking, maybe in lieu of the rent, I could do some household chores.”

     
“Uh-huh. What kind of chores?”

     
“I don’t know. I’ve never done chores before. You could write them on a piece of paper and stick them up on the refrigerator. Give me instructions, so I’ll know exactly what to do.”

     
While she was talking, her eyes were flicking back and forth from the ceiling to Nick to gauge his reaction. She stretched out her right leg, pointing her toes, and drew an invisible circle with her foot.

     
“I’m going to get a beer,” Nick said. “Want one?”

     
“Nope. Drank way too much on the weekend. Is there any Perrier left?”

     
Nick put his tool bag on the dining table and came back from the kitchen with their drinks.

     
“So these ‘chores’,” he said, sitting. “They would be like, cleaning, gardening, washing my car, stuff like that?”

     
“Whatever. If it saves me the rent.”

     
A sudden thought occurred to Nick. Had the sex been a precursor to this proposition? And if so, was it now over? He didn’t think so, and thought better of asking.
  
He took a swig of San Miguel and wiped the froth off his lip with the back of his hand.

     
“So you get to save money, and for my part you’d be like what, my maid?” he asked.

     
Now Lucy rolled over onto her side and clasped her hands between her bare thighs. Her book fell face down onto the floor. Nick recognized the earthy glint in her eye for what it was.
I bet the dirty slut’s getting wet just thinking about it.

     
Tuning into her thought process, Nick said, “That seems fair enough, but what happens if you don’t keep up your end of the bargain? I mean, say I give you a list and you don’t complete it, then what?”

     
Lucy didn’t answer. Instead, she opened her mouth and slowly traced her pink tongue around her lips until they glistened with her saliva. The memory of burying his face between her thighs in front of his friends flashed into his mind, and hot blood rushed into his dick.

     
“Without some system of checks and balances,” Nick went on, “you could just skip your chores and I’d end up losing out.”

     
Lucy waited silently, watching him with eyes that seemed to grow ever darker.

     
“So here’s my proposal,” he continued. “If you miss anything on the list, or your work isn’t to my satisfaction… you get punished. And you accept whatever punishment I decide or the deal’s off. No plea-bargaining and no using your sexy little body to get out of it.”

     
Lucy sat upright, knees together, and put out her hand. “Deal,” she said.

     
Nick put down his beer and went over to her. He took her hand and they shook. Instead of letting go, Lucy pulled him down onto the sofa and then straddled him in her favorite position. She kissed him on the nose.

     
“How was your day?” she asked.

     
“Kind of odd. Sid was in a very thoughtful mood, and so was I.”

     
Lucy ran her fingers through Nick’s hair and inspected every feature of his face, as if for the first time.

     
“It got really strange, didn’t it?” she asked.

     
Nick nodded. “I don’t know where it all came from to be honest,” he said. “Andy surprised me.”

     
“So did Summer,” said Lucy.

     
“And Kylie.”

     
“Fuck, yeah! She seemed so shy at first.”

     
Nick traced his fingers along the contours of Lucy’s tiny ears.

     
“Did you orchestrate all that from the start?”

     
“Uh-uh.” Lucy shook her head. “I was drunk and you know what I’m like. I just wanted to see how far we would all go.”

     
“Well, now you know,” Nick said.

     
Lucy slithered backwards until she was kneeling on the floor in front of him.
   
She unbuckled his belt, unzipped his fly and pulled his jeans and boxers down to his ankles. Nick’s thick, hard cock rested on his stomach. Lucy gently bounced his balls with her slender fingers.

     
“It’s funny,” she said. “People go about their lives wearing these respectable masks, pretending they’re all virtuous and clean, but underneath, we’re all animals really, endlessly craving bodily pleasure.”

     
“Well,
you
are, at least.”

     
Nick rested his head back as Lucy’s tongue traveled up the length of his shaft. She pulled away and examined his penis, rubbing her thumb over the tip.

     
“You know, I was looking at Sid and Andy Saturday night,” she said, now pumping him vigorously with her hand. “And I realized how lucky I was. You definitely are the biggest.”

     
“Thank you,” Nick managed to utter, as a jet of white semen erupted from his rod and coated Lucy’s hand. She kept rubbing until his entire cock was shining with his seminal juices.

     
She touched her lips against his salty glans and said, “So when do I start my chores?”