Vee was determined to make an impression on Ty and sat down beside
him. He paid little attention to her and
several minutes of silence passed as a few meteors streaked across the
sky. When Ty finished his drink and
appeared ready to get up, Vee produced a pint bottle and offered to pour some
into Ty’s cup. He decided that it couldn’t hurt anything and accepted the
beverage, trusting that it was not poison of some type.
After sipping on the seemingly strong drink for a few minutes, Ty began
talking. He took a good look at the
woman sitting beside him. She had black
hair that seemed to have a radiance about it hanging in waves, he had not
noticed her with it down before and figured it was knee length, or longer. She was slim but ample in the bust and had
hauntingly dark eyes. She was not known
to mix with the others and that’s how he had not had any in depth interactions
with her before this point. With all
this going through his mind, he asked her why she had come over to sit with him
and then why she didn’t seem to have a man in her life. She dodged the question with something to the
effect that shopping was more fun than buying.
A sensation formed inside Ty’s head and began travelling to his groin. He tried to ignore it, and allowed the
thoughts of caring for a dying girl drown out the pleasurable sensations.
Vee was in tune with his thoughts now and said, “You can’t change the
past you know, only the future.”
“I can’t let her memory go, it would be like she never existed or that I
abandoned her after she loved me so much.”
“Surely she would have wanted you to have a happy life, not an agonizing
and miserable existence.”
“Maybe, in time but now I need to reconcile why God did this to me.”
“God did nothing to you, I am certain of this. Do you think that the entity running the
universe took the time out of his schedule to point his finger at you? Sounds like vanity to me.”
“But then why did this happen then?”
“Who knows? It could have just
been random bad luck, the natural procession of life or maybe it was your
fate.”
“Who would be the one to determine my fate, if it’s not God?”
“I think people determine their own fate based on the chain of decision
leading up to any particular event in their life.”
“Sounds like you want to tell my fortune.”
“I would rather be one of the decisions that affect your fate, not a
predictor of it.”
“This is not my strong suit, as you might have figured out.”
“No problem, I have been told that I am an extremely good teacher.”
A meteor streaked across the sky and while they both watched it, the
conversation broke down and the mood was lost.
As if there had actually been a mood to break. A hundred yards away, at the carnival lot, a
ruckus rose that meant the tattooed and bearded ladies were at it again. They were actually good friends but both
loved to fight and sometimes alcohol fueled them into a knockdown, drag out
event. Ty and Vee looked at each other
and then headed toward the commotion.
By the time they arrived at the fight, the women were bare-breasted and
trying to tear off each other’s remaining clothing and hair out at the same
time. Ty stepped in to see if he could
break it up and the bearded lady knocked him out with one blow of her
fist. This changed the focus and the
women tried to cover themselves while also trying to see if Ty was seriously
injured. The bearded lady did weigh in
at two-twenty five and was solidly muscular.
Rumor was that she was not even a woman, just a man with a severe case
of a medical condition called gynecomastia.
That was until one of the fights left both women naked and it was undeniable
apparent that both participants were one hundred percent female.
Ty was not bleeding, but he was out cold.
Some of the men scooped him up, took him to his small trailer and lay
him in bed. Vee took it upon herself to stand vigil and shooed everyone else
off so the tiny space didn’t get too hot.
The bearded lady apologized profusely while holding her tattered top
over her large breasts. Vee promised it
was okay and coaxed the bearded lady away, after finally asking her actual
name, which was Helena, and agreeing to tell Ty it was an accident. Vee was sure that Ty knew this, and would have
no hard feelings, once he woke up.
About five minutes after Helena wandered off and Ty opened his eyes to
find Vee applying a cool, moist cloth to his forehead. He asked what had happened and Vee said, “You
stepped into a catfight and the cats won.”
He cautiously asked, “Helena and Alice?”
“Only if
Alice is the tattooed lady.”
“That would
be her. Those two are going to kill each
other someday.”
“No,
probably not. They probably rip each
other’s clothing off to remind the spectators that they are normal women, in
most ways. I’m betting that they are probably
hoping for some action from one of you guys.”
“Is that
your professional opinion?”
“Yes it
is. It’s hard to be a part of this
troupe and also to have a level of normal intimacy. I know this first hand.”
The conversation cut a little too close to sex for Ty and he tried to
change the subject, “Did I lose any teeth?”
“Open wide. I would say no, all
there and shiny white.”
“My mouth is my business.”
“Care to prove that?”
“How?”
Vee stood up, in one motion slipped her dress straps off her shoulders
and let it fall to the floor. She stood
still for a second and then spun around to allow for a full inspection of her
nude body. Ty’s objections to intimacy
melted down his spine and settled into his loins, as a not so new feeling. This left no resistance to Vee’s next move,
which placed her straddle of his head. Ty’s
mind lost focus and nothing but the moment existed for him.
He engaged, as she gave detailed instructions and helped him locate the
exact spots. He was a natural and she was
orgasmic in a matter of minutes.
Upon recovery from her pleasure explosion, she slid down and removed Ty’s
pants to return the favor. He was
suddenly uncomfortable with the exposure but her mouth soon sent his mind into
a different direction. Five minutes
later, they lay naked beside each other.
She said that they would be taking this further, as soon as he
recovered.
He asked, “What about protection?”
She replied in an erotically charged tone, “You won’t need that where
you will be going.” The puzzled look on
his face caused her to say, “Let me be your guide.” “Okay, I am your pupil.”
She worked some magic on him and then sat on his stomach. His erection was now as hard as it could
possibly be. She reached behind her
buttock, took his member in her hand and guided it inside her well-lubed
receptacle. After a few thrusts, she
rose up and guided him back into her a little further back. He felt her open to receive him and then the
tightness of her grip, as she slowly settled onto him and internal muscles
began contracting. It took very few of
her motions for him to finish. As she
felt him pulsating inside her, she quickly went into her own convulsive
state. Soon nature took over and his
softening form was expelled by continued rhythmic muscle movements. She remained astraddle of him for a few more
minutes, kissed him and then used the moist cloth from his head gently to clean
him up. He was fading into a post coitus
dream and just before sleep came, he heard her say, “Same time tomorrow night,
if you’re up for it.”
