Ali's Past Few Weeks
My mate Ali has been on an enthusiastic bedding-the-boys for a couple of months. She says it has been great. “I’ve never been such a... a... slut!”
“Enthusiast.”
“So many cocks.”
She has been split up from her cheating husband, David, for a year now and she just said it was time for her to move on.
“Oh, you know, eventually it’s just up to you,” she said. “You’ve just got to start thinking about other things and living again.”
“Absolutely.”
“Nothing is going to change from there.” She tilted her head and smiled. “The place you find yourself.” She shrugged and then shook her head. “But you.”
“It’s the sudden change, spins your head.”
“What do they say, pick yourself up, dust yourself off…”
“And get back on the horse.”
“Get used to flinging your own leg over, because the guy who used to lift you up…” She raised her eyebrows, exhaled picked up her glass of wine and took a chug.
She just happened to come over a few weeks ago to drop off some legal documents I was looking over for her, when Mike was here and the two of them went home to her place and fucked.
“How was Mike?”
“Oh my god!...”
“Yep, that’s Mike.”
Ali laughed. "What can I say?"
“No more really needs to be said.”
Mike and I tugged each other off drunkenly at uni once. He lived in, we were both smashed. He's hot. Massive cock.
She came over to pick up those documents, recently when Ben was at my place. They exchanged phone numbers, she fucked him on the weekend.
“So, how was Ben?”
“Oh.” She smiled blissfully. “So gorgeous, such a gentleman. Is he gay?”
“What?”
“Is he gay?”
“No, he has a girlfriend.”
“He has a girlfriend?”
“Yes,” I said.
“He never mentioned her.”
“They both do.”
“Neither of them owned up to that.” Ali grimaced. “Boys! What is that?”
“They wouldn’t get the delight, if they told you that.”
Ali shook her head. “But, but...”
She drank more wine.
"Do you know, I can pretty much go out to a bar, choose a pretty straight boy and ask him to come home and fuck me?"
"Just like that?"
"You can't quite be that direct, but I'm sure you get the picture."
"I'm getting the picture."
“It’s like a talent I never thought I had...”
“It’s self belief.”
“It’s confidence,” said Ali. “You know, once the worst has happened, once David... did what he did, it was like I lost my fear.” She shrugged. “Nothing left to fear.”
“So, who else.”
She smiled. “Well, the guy from the gym...”
“And?”
“Oh, routine, more interested in his orgasm than mine. Looked good naked though.”
“Of course.”
“The guy over the road.”
“What guy?”
“Son of the family directly opposite. Drunk street bbq. Late, Sunday week, two weeks ago. Easter. When was that?”
“A great way to spend...”
“Jesus may have bled for Easter... but so did I.”
“And?”
“Oh, very keen, not much finesse, but very willing and enthusiastic... could be moulded nicely.”
“I smiled.”
“Vomited on his way out.”
“Oh nice.” My smile fell away. “Seeing him again?”
“Wasn’t mentioned.”
“Well...”
“And my milk bar owner’s son, Adnan.” Ali pressed on, clearly, she wanted to admit all. Or was she trying to impress me? She seemed so pleased with herself it made me feel all warm inside.
“Sons of the neighbourhood.”
“He’d chatted me up for... well, ages, all through... the marriage... we had this secret thing going on. Platonic, of course. Innocent.”
“And?”
“Big strong Lebo boy.” She smiled broadly. “Bloody good, actually. I’m seeing him again soon. He wants to be a fuck buddy, says it makes sense for both of us. He’s studying and hasn’t got time to spend on a girlfriend.”
“Big Lebo boy are winning words for me.”
“Yeah, he’s nice.”
We both drank our red wine. Funny how people drinking together do that, sync up.
“And?”
“And?” She shook her head. “Isn’t that enough?”
“Well, yes. Of course.” I was trying to add up how many that was.
“I’m not you,” said Ali. “It’s more about quality than quantity.” She smiled. “I’ve just never had so, um... much quality before, even only that many.”
“We’ll have to get you two blokes at once...”
“Oh, come on...” She stopped herself with the thought and then smiled wickedly, despite herself.
“Ben and Mike.” I raised my hands in the air as if a sign of brilliance. “They’d be perfect.”
She screwed up her face, as if because of extreme wickedness. “You know what I would like to see?”
"See?"
“A little boy on boy action.”
“You just have to tell them how much the thought turns you on.”
“God.” She grabbed at both sides of her head at once. “I had David asking the exact same thing.”
“Use it. Put yourself in his...”
“Josh.”
“Method acting,
“Josh?”
“The script is already...”
“Josh?”
“What?”
“I don’t want to do anything David did...”
“Oh rubbish, you’ve just got...” Ali’s eyes had teared up.
I stopped. I put my arms out to her and she crawled into my embrace. We hugged tight. We rocked gently. Silently.
She wiped her eyes.
“Ah fuck him,” she said.
“That’s the spirit.”
"You know what I love the most?"
"What Ali, what do you love the most?"
"The just-about-to-get-fucked-smirk boys get on their faces after you have picked them up.”
“The goofy, I’m just about to fuck look... is what I call it.”
"No, it's definitely facial, a cross between being very pleased with themselves and bemusement."
“The cat that got the cream...”
“The cat who knows he is going to make cream.”
“Ali.” I laughed.
“You know what I like the most?”
“What?”
“Kissing and being held. I love that the most.”
“So, was any of your Romeos good at that?
“Yes. Ben.” She looked thoughtful. “Ben was.”
Ah Ben that’s my boy.
“Enthusiast.”
“So many cocks.”
She has been split up from her cheating husband, David, for a year now and she just said it was time for her to move on.
“Oh, you know, eventually it’s just up to you,” she said. “You’ve just got to start thinking about other things and living again.”
“Absolutely.”
“Nothing is going to change from there.” She tilted her head and smiled. “The place you find yourself.” She shrugged and then shook her head. “But you.”
“It’s the sudden change, spins your head.”
“What do they say, pick yourself up, dust yourself off…”
“And get back on the horse.”
“Get used to flinging your own leg over, because the guy who used to lift you up…” She raised her eyebrows, exhaled picked up her glass of wine and took a chug.
She just happened to come over a few weeks ago to drop off some legal documents I was looking over for her, when Mike was here and the two of them went home to her place and fucked.
“How was Mike?”
“Oh my god!...”
“Yep, that’s Mike.”
Ali laughed. "What can I say?"
“No more really needs to be said.”
Mike and I tugged each other off drunkenly at uni once. He lived in, we were both smashed. He's hot. Massive cock.
She came over to pick up those documents, recently when Ben was at my place. They exchanged phone numbers, she fucked him on the weekend.
“So, how was Ben?”
“Oh.” She smiled blissfully. “So gorgeous, such a gentleman. Is he gay?”
“What?”
“Is he gay?”
“No, he has a girlfriend.”
“He has a girlfriend?”
“Yes,” I said.
“He never mentioned her.”
“They both do.”
“Neither of them owned up to that.” Ali grimaced. “Boys! What is that?”
“They wouldn’t get the delight, if they told you that.”
Ali shook her head. “But, but...”
She drank more wine.
"Do you know, I can pretty much go out to a bar, choose a pretty straight boy and ask him to come home and fuck me?"
"Just like that?"
"You can't quite be that direct, but I'm sure you get the picture."
"I'm getting the picture."
“It’s like a talent I never thought I had...”
“It’s self belief.”
“It’s confidence,” said Ali. “You know, once the worst has happened, once David... did what he did, it was like I lost my fear.” She shrugged. “Nothing left to fear.”
“So, who else.”
She smiled. “Well, the guy from the gym...”
“And?”
“Oh, routine, more interested in his orgasm than mine. Looked good naked though.”
“Of course.”
“The guy over the road.”
“What guy?”
“Son of the family directly opposite. Drunk street bbq. Late, Sunday week, two weeks ago. Easter. When was that?”
“A great way to spend...”
“Jesus may have bled for Easter... but so did I.”
“And?”
“Oh, very keen, not much finesse, but very willing and enthusiastic... could be moulded nicely.”
“I smiled.”
“Vomited on his way out.”
“Oh nice.” My smile fell away. “Seeing him again?”
“Wasn’t mentioned.”
“Well...”
“And my milk bar owner’s son, Adnan.” Ali pressed on, clearly, she wanted to admit all. Or was she trying to impress me? She seemed so pleased with herself it made me feel all warm inside.
“Sons of the neighbourhood.”
“He’d chatted me up for... well, ages, all through... the marriage... we had this secret thing going on. Platonic, of course. Innocent.”
“And?”
“Big strong Lebo boy.” She smiled broadly. “Bloody good, actually. I’m seeing him again soon. He wants to be a fuck buddy, says it makes sense for both of us. He’s studying and hasn’t got time to spend on a girlfriend.”
“Big Lebo boy are winning words for me.”
“Yeah, he’s nice.”
We both drank our red wine. Funny how people drinking together do that, sync up.
“And?”
“And?” She shook her head. “Isn’t that enough?”
“Well, yes. Of course.” I was trying to add up how many that was.
“I’m not you,” said Ali. “It’s more about quality than quantity.” She smiled. “I’ve just never had so, um... much quality before, even only that many.”
“We’ll have to get you two blokes at once...”
“Oh, come on...” She stopped herself with the thought and then smiled wickedly, despite herself.
“Ben and Mike.” I raised my hands in the air as if a sign of brilliance. “They’d be perfect.”
She screwed up her face, as if because of extreme wickedness. “You know what I would like to see?”
"See?"
“A little boy on boy action.”
“You just have to tell them how much the thought turns you on.”
“God.” She grabbed at both sides of her head at once. “I had David asking the exact same thing.”
“Use it. Put yourself in his...”
“Josh.”
“Method acting,
“Josh?”
“The script is already...”
“Josh?”
“What?”
“I don’t want to do anything David did...”
“Oh rubbish, you’ve just got...” Ali’s eyes had teared up.
I stopped. I put my arms out to her and she crawled into my embrace. We hugged tight. We rocked gently. Silently.
She wiped her eyes.
“Ah fuck him,” she said.
“That’s the spirit.”
"You know what I love the most?"
"What Ali, what do you love the most?"
"The just-about-to-get-fucked-smirk boys get on their faces after you have picked them up.”
“The goofy, I’m just about to fuck look... is what I call it.”
"No, it's definitely facial, a cross between being very pleased with themselves and bemusement."
“The cat that got the cream...”
“The cat who knows he is going to make cream.”
“Ali.” I laughed.
“You know what I like the most?”
“What?”
“Kissing and being held. I love that the most.”
“So, was any of your Romeos good at that?
“Yes. Ben.” She looked thoughtful. “Ben was.”
Ah Ben that’s my boy.
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