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Body-Love, a short story by Rico.Viejo. Date added: 2012-08-10. Times viewed: 4108.

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Intro: A bit of flash fiction about a summer interlude.

"Does Cynthia know?"

"Know what?"

"That you're fucking me?"

"She's so oblivious ... Your breasts practically disappear when you're on your back."

"Wait. Get off," Marion said. Bill got off Marian and she sat up and rolled and got on her hands and knees. "Tits now?"

"Nice ones."

"I'll be the she-wolf and you can be Romulus."

Bill tried. "That's no good."

"Maybe if we got Harry. He could be Remus."

"I don't think Harry or I would like that," said Bill. "Lie down again. I'm not done with them."

They returned to their original position and Bill got his tongue on her nipple again.

"Nice," said Marian. "You do that so nice. You do everything so nice. My body loves you."

"Your body?" mumbled Bill. "Don't you love me?"

"Me? My mind? My soul? Oh, no. Harry. Harry is my forever-love. It's just that I've got this body and it's in love with you and it's so happy when you make love to it and I love my body and I want it to be happy."

"Love your body, too," said Bill. "But, seriously, how can you do this to Harry?"

"How can you do this to Cynthia?"

"Point taken."

"Other nipple? Cheer it up?"

"Better?" Bill mumbled.

Marian relaxed and gently scratched Bill's back with her just-done fingernails. She looked over at the window. It was wide open. The curtains were stirring in a slight warm breeze. She knew it was hot outside, but, here, on the bed, their perspiration was solely from their love-making.

"Can you do it again?" she murmured.

"Maybe," said Bill, "but I couldn't keep it up last time. You demand too much of me. How many times have we done it this afternoon?"

"I demand nothing from you, Bill," said Marian. "It's my body that does."

"I see," said Bill. "Let's give it a try."

"Ooh!"

"Good for you! You did it!" laughed Marian.

"No more! Gawd, no more! You'll kill me."

"Can I suck him? I love him when he's all soft and gooey!"

"Don't mind me if I fall asleep."

"It's okay if you're asleep. Sometimes with Harry ..."

"I don't want to hear about you and Harry."

"Jealous? Well you should be. But you have to know. In case you ever fall asleep with me."

"What do I have to know? You'd give me a haircut?"

"If I'm very, very careful," said Marian, "I can get Harry hard and suck him until he lets go without ever waking him up."

"He doesn't wake up? Impossible. He's faking sleep. I'll bet he loves it."

"Well, you won't know if I can do that until I do. Go to sleep. I'll wait. Then I'll wake you and spit your cum in your face."

"There's none left."

"There's always some."

"Why do you do it? Why when he's asleep? When he's unaware?"

"I'm sure there's part of him that's aware. Certainly his body is. Just not his conscious mind. And why? You haven't sucked one have you?"

"Not that I can remember. Maybe some guy snuck up on me in bed and was very, very careful—you said that, didn't you?"

"In that movie, the guy got himself ass-fucked without waking the other guy up."

"I think the other guy wasn't just asleep. He was drugged out, too."

"I'm going to try that sometime," said Marian. "Get myself ass-fucked without waking the guy—you!—up."

"Didn't think you were into ass-fucking."

"Oh, I'm not. Yet. But maybe someday."

"We could try, now," said Bill.

"He's definitely in no shape to do it," said Marian, as she fingered it into her mouth.

"You must have mouthed it for a half an hour," said Bill, rescuing himself.

"Did I? I got to thinking," said Marian.

"This is no place for thinking."

"Cynthia must know you're fucking me."

"Why do you say that?"

"Harry knows and he's her lover. I'm sure he's told her."

Bill jumped out of bed, furious, and struggled to get his clothes on. "That bitch! That bastard! I'll kill them!"

"Bill?" Marian called after him as he ran out the door.

She sat up and stretched and inhaled all the delightful scents of sex that filled the room. She felt delicious. "If he can do it and get away with it, we can marry him, Body," she said, caressing herself, "then we can have him all to ourselves."

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