Page 19 of Lonely
“Come here, Doctor.”
“This is highly inappropriate,” I warned as I stepped toward her. She only giggled, tilting her head to expose the creamy column of her throat.
The Devil was a conundrum. Giggled like a clucking hen but prowled like a wolf.
“Come here, Doctor,” she repeated, voice like sugar, biting her bottom lip as her eyes dropped to her slick cunt.
Mother would’ve smacked the back of my head for thinking that word.
Cunt.
Cunt.
CUNT!
No, a smack would’ve been too gentle. She’d have shoved the crucifix up my back passage like she did one Thanksgiving when she caught me staring at Chris O’Connor through my bedroom window.
He lived next door, and his bedroom was across from mine.
Sometimes he got changed after a shower and dropped the white towel from around his trim waist. I shouldn’t have looked at the way his wet body rippled when he pulled a T-shirt over his head.
Other times, he fucked his girlfriend against the window, his big palm planted on the glass. I shouldn’t have been curious, but I was.
He was rough.
I liked that.
Sometimes I stroked myself while watching him. Mother punished me when she found out.
“Have you ever licked a woman?” Anna asked breathily.
A flare of anger rose in me then because she was looking at me now like the girls at school used to when I passed in the hallway.
Pity.
“I’ve heard he’s a virgin.”
“Of course he is. Look at him. Who would want to fuck him? Such a fucking loser.”
“You should pity fuck him.”
“Ew, no.”
“He’ll die a virgin.”
Cluck. Cluck.
Anna pitied me.
“See how wet you make me,” she said, sliding a finger inside herself.
It slipped back out, slick and glistening. She circled her nub as I hovered nearby, unsure what to do. The girls at school had been right . . . I had never touched a woman until Anna inflated me like a bouncy castle on her couch while Little Mikey flicked his tail, silently judging me.
“Come here, baby. Don’t be scared.”
I didn’t like how condescending she sounded, but then she barked, “Come here!” and I scrambled to sit on the armchair in front of her.
This close, her cunt looked even more intimidating, but I barely had time to breathe before she fisted my thinning hair, thrust her heat in my face, and then ordered me to lick.
