The Pink Sweater - Nate & Christy II, a short story by abriggs. Date added: 2012-07-29. Times viewed: 2107.
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- Intro: Het - Nate hits on Christy in her office.
What are you wearing?
I TOLD YOU - NOT AT WORK.
Oh, are you at work?
SERIOUSLY, WE HAVE TO SET SOME BOUNDARIES.
Okay. I’m sorry, I won’t do it again.
I was just curious what you were wearing, that’s all.
I BET YOU WERE.
For real. I’ve been watching that designer show on Bravo.
UH HUH. I BELIEVE THAT.
I’m not trying to make you wet or anything, I promise.
NATE! STOP IT! YOU’RE NOT SUPPOSED TO SEND ME THAT WORD DURING THE DAY.
MUCH LESS AT WORK.
SERIOUSLY. MY PRESENTATION’S AT 11.
YES. I’M REALLY NERVOUS ABOUT IT, THERE’S SOME GUYS FROM THE L.A. OFFICE HERE.
Jeez… I’m sorry.
Maybe there’s something I can do to take your mind off it?
Ok, be that way.
Tell me one thing you’re wearing and I’ll go away.
No crosses count.
Yum Christy’s sweater.
That must mean you’re also wearing a skirt of some sort, right?
With little nothing panties of some sort underneath?
The luckiest garment in all the cosmos.
DOESN’T EVEN WARRANT A RESPONSE.
What kind of sweater?
COME ON. YOU PROMISED.
Well, “a sweater” doesn’t exactly paint a vivid picture for me, Christy.
You’re such a good little shiksa.
That’s soooo hot.
I DO GET COMPLIMENTS ON IT.
No doubt. Is the fabric thin or thick?
Am I supposed to know what that means?
I THOUGHT YOU WATCH THAT SHOW ON BRAVO.
Ok, I’m busted. Help me out here.
THINK SORORITY GIRL FROM THE FIFTIES.
Yum sorority girl from the fifties.
Is it a pullover or buttons?
Is it tight?
IT’S ON THE CLINGY SIDE, I GUESS.
Clingy? CLINGY? That’s got to be the most boner-inducing word in the English language. Why did you have to tell me that?
I’M SORRY, JUST FORGET I TOLD YOU.
I can’t Christy. You’ve rendered me helpless with that information.
JUST FORGET ABOUT IT, NATE, THINK ABOUT SOMETHING ELSE.
Is it turtle neck, v-neck or scoop?
HEY, NOT BAD!
Thanks, that so happens to be a geographical vicinity of particular interest to me.
SO I REMEMBER.
IT’S A V, SORT OF COMES DOWN ACROSS MY SHOULDERS AND MEETS IN TWO SEPARATE OVERLAPPING PIECES.
How far down do the two separate overlapping pieces meet?
Christy, how far down do the two separate overlapping pieces meet?
You have to tell me.
JUST FORGET ABOUT IT, OK?
Oh Jesus. Please don’t tell me plunging v-neck in two separate overlapping pieces...
And it’s clingy?
And pink? Anything but that.
JUST FORGET ABOUT IT, OK?
How far down?
How far down, Christy.
I NEED TO MAKE A FAVORABLE IMPRESSION TODAY, LET’S JUST PUT IT THAT WAY.
Oh god help me.
WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO YOURSELF?
IT’S NOT GOOD FOR YOU.
How much of you would I get to see, you know, if I were one of those undeserving bastards from the L.A. office sitting there pretending to care about your tedious godawful presentation, all the while drooling over your sacred succulent flesh that I live for, that constitutes the very sustenance of my existence without which I would surely perish, how dare they look at you like that, like you’re just any woman when you are nothing less than an absolute fucking goddess!
Don’t Nate me.
You are the most awe-inspiring amalgamation of x-chromosomal protoplasm in the history of the universe.
No. You are to be SOLEMNLY REVERED, not casually ogled.
How DARE they look at you that way.
They sicken me.
PLEASE DON’T DO THIS TO YOURSELF, YOU WON’T GET ANY WRITING DONE.
How much of you would I get to see?
Just tell me…
YOU KNOW - ALLURING, BUT STILL CLASSY.
BARELY, I GUESS.
My mouth is watering so much, Christy, and my cock is hardening and elongating against my will, as I envision your magnificent mounds of womanly lusciousness ensconced like that, wrapped in clingy fifties sorority girl pink, “alluring, but still classy barely, you guess” and everything. It’s overwhelming.
My cock keeps getter harder and harder, Christy.
Now it’s starting to press against the little opening in my boxers, Christy.
Against my will.
It’s distracting me terribly, Christy.
LET’S JUST CUT THIS OFF NOW, OK?
I wouldn't do that, even for you I'm afraid.
HAHA. SERIOUSLY NATE.
I can’t, it’s too late already.
THEN JUST SIGN OFF AND GO TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF, OK?
You can’t leave me stranded like this!
I KNOW YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY, BUT IT’S NOT.
I don’t think it’s funny anymore. I’m completely at your mercy now that I know about that sweater. Why did it have to be pink? Anything but that, I could be mature about it.
It’s all your fault.
I’m begging you.
For old times sake?
What kind of bra are you wearing?
NO. I TOLD YOU, ONLY ONE PIECE OF CLOTHING.
Ok, I understand.
But... if your majestic nipples were to become erect against your will…. say, because you noticed me gazing at them in that ravenous way that used to drive you mad and make them get all taut and goose-bumpy because you knew I would soon be worshipfully kissing and licking and nibbling and sucking on them like only I can, because no one else could possibly feel as much for you as I do, would I be able to see them poking through your sweater?
I SUPPOSE SO.
That must mean it’s not much of a bra.
I SUPPOSE NOT.
One of those flimsy little nothing bras?
SOMETHING LIKE THAT.
Yum Christy’s flimsy little nothing bra.
YOU'RE SO BAD.
Does that mean your majestic nipples are all taut and goose-bumpy now, that you wrote “you’re so bad” instead of yelling at me or just cutting me off?
NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS.
Yum Christy’s majestic nipples in all their glory.
Okay, I’ll stop.
PLEASE DON'T STOP.
But you said…
IF YOU STOP AT THIS POINT, IT WOULD BE A BIG PROBLEM FOR ME.
GET THE PICTURE?
Beg me not to stop and I’ll think about it.
I’M BEGGING YOU NATE.
I’D DO ANYTHING.
FOR YOU DEAR… ANYTHING
I guess that would qualify.
Where were we?
THE WAY YOU WERE LOOKING AT ME WAS CAUSING ME TO SHOW THROUGH MY SWEATER.
AGAINST MY WILL.
So then, if I were to kiss and bite and suck upon your delicious neck hungrily and breathe heavily into your ear, sighing things into it like “I ache for you SO BAD, Christy” whilst deftly sliding my hand between those two separate overlapping pieces and then underneath that flimsy little nothing bra and caress and fondle you like no one else can, propelled by the unquenchable ardor I have for you that you can’t resist no matter how hard you try, what would that do for you?
Would it make you wet?
I said, would it make you wet?
I'M BACK. SORRY.
What did you do, go lock your door and close the blinds, like last time?
WE HAVE TO SET SOME BOUNDARIES. I CAN’T BELIEVE I’M DOING THIS.
But back to the point - would it make you wet?
Oh man… Christy. You have no idea what that does to me, knowing that.
JUST GET ON WITH IT, NATE.
Are you wet now?
Oh thank you Jesus.
Are you pleasuring your sopping self?
Thinking about me?
HOW DESPERATELY I WANT YOU
ONLY YOU NATE
are you squirming and breathing haltingly whilst pleasuring yourself thinking only about me how desperately you want me only me
THINKING ABOUT YOU
you have no idea what that does to me christy to know that you’re doing that you naughty little miss uptight priss wasp in your fancy office about to give a tedious godawful presentation in front of those undeserving l.a. bastards who sicken me
pleasuring your sopping self
thinking how desperately you want me
you have no idea
TELL ME THEN. WHAT DOES IT DO TO YOU?
It makes me feel like my head’s going to explode.
OOH, NOW THAT’S INTRIGUING. YOU’RE ABOUT TO… YOU KNOW…
I’m always about to… you know… with you. But I’m not talking about my little head.
You literally make me feel like my brain’s going to burst through my skull, I’m not kidding.
THAT DOESN’T SOUND GOOD.
I know. I just don’t think the human body was constructed anywhere near sturdy enough to contain the passion I feel for you. What I feel for you is not of this world, like I’ve been possessed by aliens who have evolved light years ahead of us in their capacity for lust.
YOU POOR THING. IS THERE ANYTHING I CAN DO FOR YOU…
TO TEMPORARILY ALLEVIATE THE EXTRA-TERRESTRIAL PRESSURE?
TELL CHRISTY WHAT SHE CAN DO FOR YOU
Can you let me clear your desk off with one forceful sweep of my arm and then firmly but affectionately lay you down on top of it, face up, with your gorgeous man-slaying legs hanging down over the side, exposed, slightly spread, vulnerable?
I THINK I MAY BE ABLE TO ACCOMMODATE YOU THERE.
JUST THIS ONCE.
Fuck This Fucking World!!!
It just tortures me so much that I can’t have you Christy.
i’m serious this time
you’re the only thing that makes my next breath worth breathing
it’s more than i can take
BUT YOU DO HAVE ME NATE
haha... you promise?
YES I PROMISE
and then can you let me hike your skirt up and relieve you of your sticky sopping wet nothing panties
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR RELIEVING ME OF MY STICKY SOPPING WET NOTHING PANTIES NATE
THEY WERE SO…
I FEEL SO…
FREE AND OPEN NOW
OPEN FOR YOU
GO ON NATE
and then can you let me hold your scrumptious Dorothy Hamill thighs wide apart such that I can behold your hallowed moist glistening realm of such unparalleled splendor that the lost city of Atlantis in its prime would have been shamed by the comparison?
TWOULD BE AN HONOR SIR
not even fair
HERE I AM NATE
ALL RIPE AND READY FOR YOU
QUIVERING FOR YOU
I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR YOU
ALL THESE YEARS NATE
this is way too much for me
THIS IS NOT AN OPTION
and then can you let me lap up your delectable love juices with the zeal and gratitude of a spastic yelping puppy who’s been accidentally locked in the attic for a whole week such that you become worked up sexually to the point of delirium
CONSIDER ME ON BOARD WITH THAT ONE
are you still writhing christy
MORE LIKE THRASHING
OUT OF CONTROL
WHAT NEXT NATE
BEFORE I HURT MYSELF
WHICH WOULD NOT BE GOOD
oh christy just the thought of you like that
GO ON NATE
can you reach up with your delicate fine-boned soft white shiksa hand
i don’t know if i
WHAT CAN I DO FOR YOU WITH MY HAND
YOU CAN DO IT
can you tenderly clasp it around my uber-sensitive insanely engorged pulsating tormented cock which yearns for you more than a muslim yearns for baba ganoush during ramadan
I THOUGHT YOU’D NEVER ASK
THANK YOU SO MUCH
FOR LETTING ME DO THAT FOR YOU
WHAT HAVE WE HERE
I FEEL YOUR BLOOD NATE
YOUR PASSION FOR ME
COURSING THROUGH YOU
IT GETS ME SO OFF NATE
SO INCREDIBLY OFF
BREAKS DOWN ALL MY BARRIERS
MELTS ALL MY DEFENSES
I HAVE NEVER BEEN MORE YOURS THAN I AM AT THIS MOMENT
WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO NOW NATE
WITH MY HAND
NOW THAT IT’S TENDERLY CLASPED AROUND YOU
AND I CAN FEEL YOUR PASSION
WHICH HEATS ME UP
YOU LIKE THAT?
i must admit
that was some not half-bad word play
for a shiksa
WATCH IT BUSTER
I’VE GOT SOMETHING VERY IMPORTANT TO YOU IN MY HAND
AT MY MERCY
you make a point
WHICH BRINGS US BACK TO THE REAL POINT
WHAT NEXT NATE
ANYTHING FOR YOU
JUST TELL ME
i remember now
can you stroke me christy
EXACTLY HOW DO YOU WANT ME TO STROKE YOU
like you used to
looking at me in that way you used to
with those beguiling baby blues at half-mast
when you did that to me
with those exquisite little muscles in your pale hairless forearm twitching and rippling like the inner workings of a finely wrought swiss clock
with those lips i could gently kiss for the rest of eternity and never be bored for a solitary second enticingly parted
letting loose those lovely little whimpers of yours
which drove me so crazy
MY PRECIOUS NATE
but… will you…
THERE’S NOTHING IN THE WORLD
I’D RATHER DO
i think i’m about to
it’s just too
OF COURSE YOU CAN
I KNOW YOU CAN
i am literally sobbing christy
the mere thought of your hand
your perfect hand which I worship lovingly stroking my throbbing tormented cock being like you used to looking at me that way you did back when you did and misel isa; whimpening litgggie woui asiyut being beyond what i
a mere mortal little jewboy
am able to bear
BUT WHAT NEXT, NATE
I’M SO WET FOR YOU
HAVE YOU LISTENED TO A WORD I’VE SENT?
i guess i didn’t really believe you
BELIEVE ME NATE
I’M A HOT UNDERGROUND NATURALLY-OCCURRING MINERAL BATH
GUSHING UP TO THE SURFACE FOR YOU
I’M A FUCKING GEYSER FOR YOU NATE
I NEED YOU NATE
MUST HAVE YOU
ALL OF YOU
WHAT CAN I DO NEXT
and then can you guide my tormented cock
as i am now shuddering to the point of being on the verge of
deep within your glorious vortex of bliss such that my tormented member
after 20 years of dangling lonely and forlorn and bereft
wandering in the desert
like a lost circumcised tribe
for 20 years
what a pathetic fucking analogy
i’m losing my game right at the crucial moment christy
i can’t believe it
NO YOU'RE NOT
yes I am
LISTEN TO ME
I ABSOLUTELY CANNOT
AFFORD FOR YOU TO GET ALL PARALYZED WITH SELF-HATRED RIGHT NOW
PLEASE SAVE THAT FOR LATER
I AM WET FOR YOU
I AM OPEN FOR YOU
I AM GASPING FOR YOU
I AM MOANING FOR YOU
I AM WRITHING FOR YOU
I AM SHIVERING FOR YOU
YOU HAVE SEDUCED ME
YOU HAVE CONQUERED ME
YOU HAVE TURNED ME INTO A HOWLING SHE-BEAST IN HEAT
(AT WORK, NO LESS)
IT IS UNBEARABLE HOW BADLY YOU HAVE MADE ME NEED YOU NATE
UN. FUCKING. BEARABLE.
THAT’S WHAT YOU WANTED, RIGHT?
i guess so
WELL TAKE RESPONSIBILITY FOR YOUR ACTIONS
YOU NEED TO FINISH ME OFF
YOU JUST HAVE TO
but i’m still feeling bad about that stupid analogy christy
what a loser
I FORGIVE YOU
GO ON NOW
YOU’RE DOING GREAT
YOU DO THAT
enduring paltry substitutes that only magnify by contrast the heights of ecstasy which only your blessed canal can bestow,
i will be home at last
home at last
my true love
MY TRUE LOVE
my one and only true love
MY ONE AND ONLY TRUE LOVE
at last christy
MY ONE TR
and then ca
I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, NATE.
I ALWAYS WILL.
YOU STILL THERE?
THIS ISN’T FUNNY.
Oh, Christy. I almost didn’t survive that one. Seriously. That was unbelievable. Holy shit. My head. I was completely disoriented there for a second. Jesus.
YES, THAT WAS QUITE SOMETHING.
I don’t know if I can ever do that again.
SOMETHING TELLS ME YOU WILL THOUGH.
I'M A MESS ACTUALLY.
Yum Christy’s mess.
NOT JUST THAT, NATE. THIS IS GETTING OUT OF CONTROL.
WE’RE LOSING SIGHT OF OUR PRIORITIES.
I know. Why do we keep doing this to ourselves?
EXCUSE ME?! “WE”?!
You wanted it, you know you did.
WE HAVE TO SET SOME BOUNDARIES. WE JUST HAVE TO.
Ok. You good for your presentation?
I’m sorry. Are you mad at me?
LET ME GO NOW, OK?
I really am sorry. I didn’t mean to upset the apple cart.
No, I mean it. I feel bad.
DON’T FEEL BAD. YOU CAN’T HELP IT.
You’re right, I’m powerless against my hunger for you Christy.
It mocks me.
But I don’t ever want to do anything to hurt you.
(this time around)
Good luck with your presentation.
I CAN’T TELL NOW. ARE YOU BEING FACETIOUS?
No, seriously. That’s what’s really important.
Along with your husband, the kiddies, dog etc. etc.
YOU REALLY MEAN THAT?
YOU’RE A SWEETHEART.
YOU REALLY ARE.
AND A GREAT LOVER.
ANYONE WHO TOOK ONE LOOK AT ME 2 MINUTES AGO WOULD KNOW THAT.
I’m almost through with our new story. I think you’ll like it.
YOU SEND ME THAT STORY BEFORE 10 TONIGHT, YOU’LL NEVER HEAR ANOTHER WORD FROM ME.
DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?
Never mind then, I won’t send it.
(it would have made you really wet though)
(not at first, of course)
Niagra Falls would have had nothing on you girl.
carnally aroused to the brink of insanity
erotically tantalized to the point of unendurable agony
until we release each other, of course
in the tsunami of all mutual orgasms
Christy, you still there?
YOU CAN SEND IT, OK?
Nah, it was a stupid idea.
I WANT YOU TO SEND IT.
JUST PLEASE NOT TILL LATER TONIGHT?
I’m not sure anymore, I’ll have to see.
UH HUH RIGHT.
YOU KNOW YOU’RE GOING TO SEND IT.
Don’t think too much about it during your presentation
us wrestling naked
all angry and agitated
panting and sweaty
slipping and sliding all over each other
muscles flexing and straining
limbs clashing and commingling
randy with primal urgings
working each other up to the point-of-no-return
you might lose your concentration
Be that way.
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