I Get What I Want

Shocked, I went right into big brother mode. "Why in the world would you do that to yourself. You're so pretty just as you are."

"I just want it. I shouldn't have to explain myself. I'm grown and I can, so I will." She said plainly. "I'm living my life and I know more than most, that life is fleeting. I'm not going to spend it second guessing myself or trying to live up to someone else's standards."

She then went into telling me a story about her going away party that the office threw her last week. I thought she was making the point that she was a big girl and that she could curse, drink and party like one. That's when her story went dark.

"Yeah, so there were three guys in the office that I had a secret crush on, and they all showed up to the party. I knew they wouldn't date me, so I just told them straight up to come over to my apartment and I would suck them off." She said bragging.

"Three dudes," I gasped.

"Oh yeah." She said proudly. "I actually propositioned each of them privately, so none of them knew there would be two more joining us. I rode home with one guy, and we were careful to make sure nobody saw us leave together. The second knocked on the door about five minutes after we arrived at my place. Neither of them backed down when I confessed my intentions. By the time the third got there, we were already going at it. I answered the door wrapped in a sheet and just waved him in. He needed no explanation, just geared down, picked a hole and started fucking. They proceeded to run a train on me until daylight. When I was sick of them, I just kicked them out."

I just sat there, mouth agape.

"What?" She huffed. In a frustrated tone, she said, "Don't tell me you're going to get all judgmental on me."

"It's just, I can't imagine why..."

She didn't let me finish. As if she had rehearsed a thousand times, she laid into me with a lecture about how she was an adult and could do what she wanted. She let me have it, getting more and more angry until her voice cracked and tears started to well up in her eyes.

"Where do you get off? You have no idea what I went through." She complained. "You have no right to talk down to me. That goddamned disease took my leg, took the best years of my life." Jeering, she added, "What the fuck were you doing at that age, huh? Did you drink, smoke a little pot? I bet you fucked your share of little skanks, didn't you? You probably have way better fuck stories than I do. You got to be young and make stupid choices. All I got was sick. Best years of my fucking life spent in a bed, getting chemo, radiation, having to learn how to walk again."

When I finally could get in a word, I did my best to apologize. "You're right," I interjected. "I'm sorry, you just caught me off guard. I can't possibly know what you went through. Fact is, I admire you. I always have. You went through all that and I remember how brave you always were. Knowing that chemo was going to wreck you, you took it and with a great attitude always. You cheated death, so I guess you are entitled to live."

I stood and hugged her again. Her tears wet the collar of my shirt. "I'm so sorry," I reenforced. When we let go of each other, I reached over the bar, got a few napkins and gave them to her. We stared at our drinks for a while composing ourselves.

"I'm sorry too," she declared from behind the bar napkin, drying her eyes. "I didn't mean to go off like that. You've been nothing but kind to me ever since we first met. I just..."

"I know, you don't owe me an explanation." I added. "I mean, for what it's worth, it was a great fucking story. If I were there, I might have asked if you could take a fourth."

She laughed, "no way. I was so full of cum it was coming out my ears, plus I was sore as hell. I only got to where I can sit down comfortably a few days ago. Call it lesson learned."

"You let them cum in you?" I asked in a gasp.

"God, yes. It's my favorite." She gasped. "Besides, why the hell not. Radiation cooked my ovaries years ago. No chance of getting preggo. I'm sure as hell not scared of any pissant STD. I beat cancer, bitch!"

We both howled, laughing.

When we finally calmed down, I asked something that I was curious about since she revealed her identity to me. "What on earth made you come to this bar? I come here all the time and I've never seen you."

She seemed rattled a bit by the question, or maybe she was still reeling from her emotional tirade. "Crazy coincidence," she reported. "Yesterday was my last day at St. Timothy's. My landlord cut me a break and let me out of my lease, but he had a renter that he needed to move in right away. I've been staying in the hotel across the street since I moved out of my apartment. All my belongings have already been shipped back home, even my car. It's just really boring up there alone, so I thought I'd pop in for a few drinks."

"Well, I'm glad. I'd hate for you to walk out of my life again without saying goodbye." I said smiling. "I confess, though I may have a few sex stories to tell, they're nothing like yours. One time, I had a chance at a three way, and it fell through. A four way, though? No way in hell that would happen to me." I stroked my chin and pretended to ponder. Then I cocked my head to the side and proposed. "What do you say if I just tell people I was in your orgy? You wouldn't mind, would you?" I joked.

Sternly she retorted, "Yes I would mind. You can't be in my orgy story." Her tone softened and placed her hand tenderly on my chest. "Besides, don't you think we can make some great memories with just the two of us?"

I chortled, thinking to myself, "same old Skully, always flirting." When our eyes met again, I could tell she was not joking. Embarrassed at the notion, I could feel myself turning red.

"Yeah, your mom would find out and kill us both," I said, deflecting.

"No, she'd be jealous." She quipped back. "I'm so glad you brought that up. I can't wait to tell her. She really had the hots for you. I bet she literally turns green at the idea."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. She was honestly considering having sex with me and then going home to brag to her mom about it. "You're serious," I indicted. Her hand was still on my chest. Consolingly, I covered it with mine.

"Well, yeah," she said sarcastically, snatching her hand away. "Isn't that what you had in mind to begin with? You've been eyeball fucking me since you got here; trying hard to get in my panties. What's the matter?"

"Don't get me wrong, I would, it's just......it's kind of inappropriate. Wouldn't you agree?" I sheepishly noted.

"Don't be such a pompous dickhead!" She scoffed. "When I was a stranger you were all over me. Now you're not interested. Is it this?" She said, gesturing where to her right leg once was. "Does this bother you?

"Skully, come on." I begged. "You know me. I'm not that kind of asshole. I just don't want to take advantage of you. I've always thought you were gorgeous, and now......goddamn, you're a knockout. I just feel like it wouldn't be right."

"Look," she levied. "I'm not your patient anymore. You're not my nurse either. I'm not that little sickling in a hospital bed, haven't been for a while. I'm a grown ass woman and I get what I want." She reached out and clasped onto my hand again and sincerely declared. "Right now, I want you."

Her grave appearance made it clear she would not be refused or bargained with. I had to admit, she had made a great case. Any rule I was obliged to keep to did not apply now. This would be a literal dream come true, maybe even for her too. Besides, if she badass enough to take on three dicks at once, then mine certainly would not ruin her. In my head only one question remained.

"Your place or mine?" I relented.

In a blur, we paid our tabs and hastily left the bar. Kyle noticed us leaving and gave me a wink and a thumbs up, showing his approval. When we emerged, it was dark outside. It was clear evening still warm from the summer heat. Noting that there were no prying eyes around, I reeled her in, wrapped my arms around her waist and kissed her.

We kissed deep and long. Briefly, I reflected on the many shifts spent serving as her nurse. I used to go home alone, wishing there was some way; some loophole that would allow us an intimate moment together. Now it was real. The boundaries that held us apart were gone. She wanted me and I wanted her too.

That day I was driving my hobby car, a 1964 Ford Falcon. It was running and driving, fully licensed and insured, but far from being restored. The condition of the vehicle warranted some explanation, but she thought it was charming. I opened her door and she slid right onto the bench seat in front. She scooted to the middle so when I sat down, we'd be right next to each other.

A car that old always needed to run a while before you could drive it. No problem, that just gave us more time for necking. On the second attempt, the engine turned over and we immediately smashed our faces and bodies together. She sat so close to me that you couldn't fit a razor between us. Mouths sloppily entangled, our hands fervently exploring each other. As the motor idled down, she was massaging between my thighs, enticing a torrent of blood flow to the area. When we finally split apart so that I could put it into reverse, she was stroking my now turgid cock over my jeans.

I only took my hands off her long enough to make a three-point turn and direct the car to the street. After that it was one hand on the wheel and one on her taut ass cheek. To my surprise, she did not bother wearing panties.

On the road, I could hear the Cruise-o matic transmission whine as we climbed to the speed limit. She sunk down and started pawing at my pants trying to get them unfastened. Happily, I assisted. A few steady and deliberate strokes from her hand before she hungrily inhaled my cock. She took as much as she could into her mouth and kept it there, savoring the moment.

She seemed somehow relieved by having me in her mouth. I could feel the muscles in her lower back repose as she drew in a long slow breath. After taking a painfully long delay, she gathered her lips and tongue, forming a snug fit. Sliding back, a purr came from her throat sending vibrations through my whole body.

Reeling from the sensation, my eyes closed for a second. When they opened, I found myself half in the wrong lane. Jerking the wheel, I corrected. Losing her balance for a moment, Amy's teeth scraped the side of my cock before she could recover.

Looking up at me wide eyed, she begged, "Oh my God, I'm sorry."

"I'm ok." I said, petrified. "Look, as much as I'm loving this, but we might have to put a pin in it for now before I end up killing us both." She straightened herself in her seat with a glowing swagger. "You're amazing at that. Who knew, Skully was so good at giving skull?" I chuckled.

With a smile, she replied, "I'm glad you enjoyed it. There's more where that came from."

Speeding home, I must have been on two wheels whipping into the parking lot. My member, chilly from the being exposed to the night air and moisture longed to get back into her. With a squeak of the tires, we came to a stop in a space close to my apartment. I leaned in for a kiss, trying to rekindle the moment, but she had other plans. Eager to get back to her task, she plunged down onto my lap. I complied, leaning back as far as the seat would let me.

No teasing this time; she started manically face fucking me. Each time she ducked down I could feel my head ramming into her gullet. Gulps and slurps here and there, she aptly worked me with as much as her mouth could take and her hand worked the rest. When she felt the need to give her mouth a break, both hands took over, caressing up and down while twisting in opposing directions.

Peeking back at me briefly, she said, "good?" As if she had to ask.

"Fucking wonderful!" I blurted between pants.

She went down for a few more quick pumps and then once more; this time slowly, more purposeful. I could see her tongue was protruding and when I reached the back of her throat, she pushed further down against the resistance. Her mouth gaped open helping her throat relax. When her tongue reached my balls, she paused for a moment and then started rocking her upper body up and down.

The sensation was so incredible that I could barely breathe. My body twitched uncontrollably as her narrow windpipe wrenched the end of my prick. She gorged herself for a few fervid seconds before coming up for a breath. Keeping me primed, her mitts were back on the job, pumping and twisting.

Going down again, I felt the need to warn her. "I swear, if you are going to keep doing that, I don't think I can take it. You might come up with a mouth full of mayo." I said, still winded.

She let go of me, sat up on her knee and pinched my nipple hard through my shirt. "The fuck you are," she ordered. "You will cum when I say and where I say."

With a sarcastic British accent, I sniped back. "...and just when and where does the lady want her cum?"

She pulled her dress up in front and reached underneath with the other. With her fingers, she inspected herself and leaving no doubt. Satisfied she was ready; she then gave me the 'fuck me eyes' and started inching toward me. I assisted her as she clambered onto my lap, lifting the clunky fiberglass limb over. She gathered her dress in front of her and we aligned ourselves for coitus.

Her hand had stirred her feminine musk and it wafted through the car, only stoking my lust. Our respirations quickened in anticipation. Just as I could feel the heat from her honeypot on me, the car horn blared out and like a cold shower it shocked us back to reality.

In our jockeying to get into position, she must have leaned against the steering wheel. Passions sobered, we froze, there. The last thing I needed was a neighbor catching me banging in the parking lot.

"Oopsie," she said giggling. "Think we should move this party indoors?"

"Good idea." I agreed.

With that we both slid out the driver side door and headed upstairs to my apartment. As soon as the door closed behind us, we immediately locked faces again. Having hastily tucked in my junk and fastening only the top button, she had no trouble getting my pants back down. She reached into my boxers and squeezed my balls. My scrotum grew taut from ceding all its spare flesh to my regrowing erection. Her fingers felt electric fondling me.

We slowly made our way into the living room as we toyed with each other. I felt around her back, found the zipper on her dress and glided it down the curve of her spine. She stepped back from me, shrugged and wriggled out one arm and then the other, relinquishing the garment to the floor.

She moved to rejoin me, but I had to hold her back a moment to take in the spectacle before me. From being her nurse, I had seen her naked before many times, so in my mind, I knew what to expect. Clearly, she had taken an interest in physical fitness. She always had a flat tummy, but now it was creased with muscles. In fact, her whole body was absolutely ripped.

Clearly, I remember she had this distinctively unruly amber bush. While not usually my favorite, on her, I thought it was uncommonly delightful. Now it was completely shorn. The light from the overhead fixture caught the light from her pubic area and glared back.

"Wow, you really let yourself go," I japed, pulling my shirt over my head.

She laughed. "Yeah, I'm a regular gym rat now. I even teach classes. Plus, I'm OCD about what I eat. Being fed a ritual diet of radioactive chemicals and hospital food for several years; I guess that made me more critical about what goes in my body."

"I'd say it's working." I blurted. "About things that go in your body, I've got an idea or two." I added snootily.

We embraced and smooched some more and slyly; I unhooked her black strapless bra. I pulled it out from between us and pressed her warm chiseled body against mine. Her almost tiny bosom, pliable against my embrace, differed significantly to the touch from the rest of her hard physique.

"Come on," she whined. She tugged at the elastic waistband of my boxers. "I want you naked."

"Right away, my lady." I quipped.

I scooped her up, my arms around her bottom and hers around my neck. Her leg wrapped around me and her heel dug into my back. The other wagged behind us as I shuffled, pants around my thighs over to the couch. I stooped placing her gently on the center cushion. With a click, she detached her prosthesis as I removed what was left of my clothing. She rolled down and removed the stump sock as well.

My exposed cock and balls were so near her face, that she impulsively clasped onto it and started tonguing. Asserting dominance, I firmly nabbed her wrist, pulled it back and took her tongue into my mouth. Letting go of her with a shove, I dropped to my knees. I grabbed her by the hips and dragged her into position on her back with her ass hanging half off. Promptly, I elevated and separated her leg and stump, burying my face in her snatch.

"No," she sniveled. "I want..." Her thought interrupted by a wave of bliss. "...inside me. Just make love to me."

As the tip of my tongue thronged over her clitoris, she moaned. With her protest silenced, I went on dining on her. Her hips and legs twitched and squirmed while my pace hastened, and my focus drew more to the front of her slit.

When she came, she pushed my face away and gave a muffled scream. She had a throw pillow pressed hard against her face to quiet her cries. I tried to retake my spot, but she clasped her thigh and nub tightly together and rolled to her side. She continued to buck and grunt with the height of her orgasm pouring over her.

Since all she would let me do is watch her, I groped her with one hand while tending my hardon with the other. Reaching over, I grasped her left tit, squeezing her erect nipple between my middle fingers. Her groans and pants sang my praises while I stoked myself back to life and exploited her naughty parts. When I squeezed her ass cheek, it parted just enough so I could get a look between. Just then, I noticed a trickle of clear fluid wrap half around her leg and dribble onto the floor.

"Oh, God," She cried. "I swear, that's not piss. I'm not peeing, I swear."

I couldn't help but laugh, which did not remedy her embarrassment, I'm sure. "Skully, my baby." I said, trying to give comfort. Tucking an arm under her waist, I reeled her in to me. She remained stiff, resisting at first, but then submitted, letting me place her on my lap. "I know exactly what it is." I cradled the small of her back and neck respectively and fixed my gaze to hers. "It's evidence that you have had your pussy eaten proper."

With that she smiled, still winded. "Well, I guess you are a proper pussy eater." She said in a low sexy voice.

Extending around her back my fingers made their way to her sopping trench and two of them probed their way inside. Breathily, I said in her ear. "Compliments to the chef." Juices continued to drip freely onto my legs while I filed up and down her gash. She squealed and arched her back orienting her perfectly for insertion. Parting her lips, I gave a mighty upward thrust, I threaded my cock between my fingers and right into her pussy.

"Oh, God yes." She said with a whimper. Her body went limp and she listed forward resting her head on my shoulder. She spread wide in effort to accommodate me. Inching the rest of the way in, I pinned her against the couch. Again, she seemed to relax, somehow just as at ease as when I was in her mouth.

She wasn't tight, but it was a cozy fit. Her slick pussy so comfortably accommodated my phallus that it was almost a crime to withdraw it. Dutifully though, I situated myself to start the stabbing.