Inner Itch

It’s been a while, but I do love some InMon Prompt…

The need that fills me feels like an itch waiting to be scratched. No man has ever scratched it quite right. I love men, adore them in fact.  Give me a hard cock, hard hands, and a hard mouth any day.  But I crave more, much more.

We met at the bookstore, both perusing the bargain books.  Addicted to books, but broke as hell, she searched for something that caught her eye.  That must have been me.  I saw her first, studiously checking the spine of each book for a title that captured her attention.

“Excuse me,” I whispered as I stepped around her.

She looked up and smiled.  A beautiful smile, bright and wide.  Full, pink lips and white, straight teeth.  I was mesmerized. Her eyes moved down over my body.

I began to blush.  I looked everywhere but at her. Not used to much attention from male or female, I felt clueless.  Did I have a stain on my shirt? Oh crap, why did I wear these shorts?

She cleared her throat. My eyes met hers.  She continued to smile.

“I’m sorry, I’m in your way,” she said.  “Did you want to look at one of these books? I just love to read, don’t you?  Well of course you must, you’re here, aren’t you?”

Her voice, bubbly and bright, trembled slightly.  I caught it immediately and relaxed.  For whatever reason, she was nervous.

Slowly, we began to chat about the books on the shelves.  Eventually, we moved to a plush couch in the contemporary fiction section.  We sat there for hours, talking and laughing, leaning in close. She put me at ease almost immediately.

As she talked, I took in every inch of her.  From her straight nose, to her high cheekbones, her full mouth, her full breasts, her wide hips, and her long legs.  I wondered how soft her skin would feel against my hand.  I imagined what her breasts might look like, the color of her nipples.   I pictured leaning in to kiss her.

I shook myself to clear my head.  What was I thinking?

Soon I realized she stopped talking.  I looked at her in confusion.  Her pretty green eyes stared into mine.

“I want to kiss you,” she whispered.

My eyes widened.  I looked around, worried someone had overheard.

“Not here, silly,” she giggled. “But I do, I want to kiss you.  And I think you want to kiss me, too.”

Mute now, I nodded.  Immediately I ducked my head, blushing furiously, tears in my eyes.  What had I just admitted to?  Humiliation washed over me.

“Oh no! I didn’t mean to upset you,” she cried, louder now.

“I’m fine,” I said.  “Please, keep your voice down.”

She cocked her head to the side and studied me, much like she studied the books earlier.  She searched for some hidden thing within me.  After a few moments, she nodded her head and smiled.

She stood up, looked down at me, and held out her hand.  I took it wordlessly.

“Come on, pretty girl,” she said. “Let’s go scratch an itch.”