My Faire Lady Chapter Twosie
Leah and Dean were very chatting and laughing, totally ignoring me and the odd girl. Leah kept inching closer and closer to Dean, and the next thing I knew they were making out pretty passionately, hands all over each other. The girl, seeing them, slapped her hands to her cheeks and made a face of shock, then looked at me, and very casually dr**ed herself over Dean's shoulders, putting her face up close to get a better view.
_Leaning over like that she waa on the edge of falling onto the two lovers, and moved her legs to either side of the armrest to stabilize herself. In doing so, her little leather skirt hiked up an inch or two, revealing she wasn't wearing any panties. I could clearly see the plump bald mound between her legs; she was clearly a 'Simp', with a pussy that looked like Homer Simpson's mouth.
_I didn't mean to look, but I did, and found myself staring much to long, being really coked up and stoned. I could never do something like that, something so risque and naughty, though I had sometimes been tempted. Finally I took my eyes away to see the girl, still dr**ed over Dean looking at me a huge Cheshire grin. Then she raised two fingers to her mouth and flicked her tongue between them, making me blush and quickly turn away.
_Right then, Leah pulled away from Dean and said something I couldn't hear over the loud music. I didn't need to because it became clear when the two of them got up and Leah said to excuse them, then took his hand and led Dean up the stairs.
_"Someone's getting boned!" The girl laughed, "That boy's got one big dick! You ever seen it?" I don't know why I would have so I shook my head. "Well, he does!" She held out her palms and used them to show me the length of his penis. "And you can't even get your fingers around it! Fucking boy is thick! And what bitch doesn't like a thick one?"
_It was obvious she had firsthand (pun!) knowledge, which now had me thinking she was an ex of his, maybe? I still was confused who she was and what her relationship with dean was all about. She displayed a familiarity with Dean's anatomy, and then there was her kissing him and groping his bulge, but she wasn't at all bother he was up there fucking my friend. In fact, she seemed to relish it. She was one trippy chick.
_Dean had taken the mirror with the coke, which sucked until the girl grabbed Dean's flannel and pulled out a second rock. She held it up triumphantly, then flopped down on the sofa and asked me if I had something to make lines with. I went into my backpack and dug out the small mirror I always kept with me but didn't have a blade of any kind. I was about to tell her when she suddenly flicked open a knife that I never figured out where she got it.
_She made us up some lines which we snorted using a twenty I had. I wasn't sure what to make of her, not after all her crazy antics and weird displays, but she acted like nothing had happened. She told me about how Dean was getting head from some girl and had ranked his dick down her throat and for two days she had laryngitis. She thought that was the funniest thing ever.
_I didn't say a single word, I just gave a nod or two. I didn't have any reference to her story, having never been with a guy who was even half the size she claimed Dean to be. She kept looking up and then said Leah was getting wrecked and shook her head, laughing.
_We were doing another line when the girl, whose name was still as much a mystery as everything else about her, said it was hot watching Leah and Dean making out. I had to agree, but only nodded a couple times. She went on to tell me that she really loved making out, that it was one of her favorite things to do. According to her, one thing about it was that by kissing someone you could could tell if they were good at eating pussy.
_"Fucking eating pussy is the fucking best!" She declared, but the way she said it was odd. I took it to mean someone who kissed her goid, ate her pussy good too, but there was something at the back of my head that nagged at me. We did a couple more lines, then I went and got us a couple of cold beers. When I came back, she had kicked off her shoes and had her legs drawn up an arm across the back of the sofa.
_I sat back down, aware of her arm behind me, so I didn't lean back. I sat there looking at my beer, feeling her eyes on me. She bent her arm and played with my hair, not saying anything for a long time. "You know what? I don't know your name. And I don't think you know mine, do you?" I shook my.head and managed to mumble my name. "And I am Faire" she said, pronouncing it as Fair, but then said,"My special friends call me Fairy, though"
_I was feeling really strange, lightheaded and spacey, not really sure what the Hell was going on here. That weird vibe I had been getting from her had intensified and showing no signs of letting up. I stared at my beer, taking sips from it as she continued to twirl my hair and look at me.
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