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Carole looked at Nichy, and Nichy smiled.

She knew what Carole saw.

“Girl, you look fucked!” Carole declared.

Nichy put down her purse on top of her suitcase, and put her hand on her hip.

“Well, because that was what I have been doing…” Nichy stared at her friend.

“Are we going to do another show for Drew on the airplane?”

Nichy adjusted her sunglasses and smiled.

She and Carole had made out on a plane to impress Drew, but now she wanted him and her to be much more of a secret.

Looking around at the planes about her, she stared at a cloud and thought about how into Drew she was. How she never wanted to be out of his arms. Her skin ached for his warmth when they were not close together. Inside of her felt like ice, because he was not inside of her.

The clouds moved further and further apart symbolically, like Drew and her.

“Nichy? Are you okay?”

Nichy looked at Carole with a glazed over expression. She almost could not see her friend, as her eyes dampened with tears.

“Yeah, I am good.”

“You’re in love with Drew, aren’t you?”

Nichy knew that she was in love with him, even though she tried to be casual about him. She had been with Gavin, Renee, Tyler, Graham and Michelle almost to the point that it felt incestuous. But with Drew, it was so unexpected. To be in London, and meet him at a bar. Go home with him, and have him blow her mind.

She was cold inside, and ached for him hot and hard either in her mouth or between her legs. They had been in bed moments ago practically. That was why she looked fucked. She was still sore from him riding her so hard, her skin raw from his kisses all over her body, her dress sticking to her from the combination of their fluids.

She had had to put her dress on right after they had had sex, because she could not miss her flight.

“You could, you could and I would pay for you to go back another day…” Drew said kissing her neck, and he knew that was like kissing her labia.

“I have to catch my flight…” she protested softly.

He watched her pull her dress over her head.

“I am keeping these,” he said picking up her thong, and sucking on the string.

He drove her and they were silent mostly. The one time they did talk, they pulled over and she sat on his lap.

Craving his heat.

Now she was cold inside, and in love as the clouds rolled by…

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“Drew…”

Drew’s name was sweet on her lips. The taste of his mouth, the taste of his shoulder as she bit into it…In bed with him, she had an oral fixation. Nichy needed to lick and nibble on him, while they made love. Drew groaned softly, and let her lick and bite his chest and back. Even after love, she could not stop touching him with her mouth and hands.

She could taste him on her lips and fingers after when she went to the bathroom, and it made her want him all over again. Her fingers went from her mouth, to her labia and she could smell their scents mingle.

Her finger damp from her saliva, pee and come, she rubbed over her nipple sweetly and her body was electric with need for him all over again. She was on the edge of the toilet rubbing her nipple, when Drew walked into the bathroom.

“What are you doing?” he asked in a hoarse British accent, and rubbed his face.

He rubbed his face, before his hand covered hers and he rubbed her nipple.

Nichy almost came over the toilet. Touching her nipple was enough to get her there, and the scent of Drew and her own arousal was too much. She closed her eyes, and felt like she going to black out. Like she was in a black hole with pleasure, she felt Drew hold her arms and she reached for him. She opened her eyes to lick and nipple at his stomach. He got hard as hell when she played with her fingers and mouth around his cock–without touching it. That was what he said with his accent, that made her close her eyes again as she entered a black hole of pleasure all over again…

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Nichy gasped, between her legs still felt like Drew had a death grip between them. She could still his fingers inside her. She took a deep breath, and closed her eyes. Her body pulsated with Drew, even though he was not touching her. She looked up into his eyes, she could not see them in his pitch black shades, but he still made her shiver all over.

He pulled her by her arms, almost enough to hurt but he did not hurt her. She knew he would never hurt her for real. He kissed her carefully, and she wrapped her arms about his neck. Pressing herself to him, Nichy rubbed her cheek against his chest and looked up into his eyes.

They looked at each other for a long time, her lips parted, but there was nothing to say. Nichy raised her parted lips to his, and he pulled her close. Smoke enveloped her, as he kissed her and his cigarette was sweet on his mouth. His cigarette, and the whiskey he had been drinking were so sweet. They were not quite drunk, but more than tipsy. Nichy almost slipped until he wrapped his arm about her waist, and pulled her close to him.

She looked up into his eyes, looking so hard for them again that she could not see behind his black shades. Smoke circled her, circled them as they kissed and he grabbed her ass. He held one cheek so hard in his hand, and she wrapped her arms about his neck again. Her body covered his like a shield. Hiding his desire–their desire–on a smoke-filled London street corner, and when she pulled her lips away from his she wondered how many times she would fall in love with him…
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Camden was even more colorful than Nichy remembered. She walked along its Lock, and saw Drew tucked away in a bar that was colored red, it was all red inside. She ran–was she with Carole?–through a throng of people. Drew had just turned, when she leaped and wrapped her legs about him. Drew’s skin was red, her legs were red and the music about them was like an additional heartbeat inside of her body.She wanted Drew inside of her body.

She kissed him, that sweet spot on her own neck on his, because she hoped that it would make him as wild as her. He moaned softly, and smacked her bottom and it felt like he had smacked her between her legs the way she throbbed there after his touch.

“You want it here then? Right here?” His accent was like sex, when he talked to her. She ground herself against him. “You filthy girl, people might be able to see.”

“Then make sure they don’t? Unless you are scared?”

The front of the bar was red, and so all of their parts were bathed in red, his lips, his throat. The top of her breasts, and her nipple when he slipped his finger just inside her bodice. They turned toward each other, pressed so close together, she almost could not breathe. Not from their proximity, but from the anticipation. Her lips parted, a Pavlovian response when she heard his zipper. Drew fingered her to see if she was wet, she smirked and saw her lips shift red beneath her nose. He fingered her, even though there was no need to. She had been ready for him when she wrapped her legs about him. She reached for him, for his shaft outside of his pants. Played with it, because she coveted it.

He was hard, she was wet, she looked down briefly and saw him hard and red between them. She closed her eyes, as he moved his fingers from her.

Red with lust.

Red with rage.

Behind her eyes was red, when she realized she had been dreaming. Her hand between her thighs was red, as she realized she had finger fucked herself in her sleep.

She wanted Drew even more now…
I wrote two flash pieces that stayed with me, and inspired this dream for Nichy. You can read them here, and here.
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Nichy stumbled into her apartment much later that day, texts from Tyler and Drew had kept her attention for most of the day at work. Tyler texted that he was sad he was not there. I miss you, I want to be with you, see you soon…And from Drew…I miss you, I want to be inside you, when am I going to see you?

With Tyler her texts were sweet. Miss you too, sad you are not here, see you very soon.

With Drew it was: I miss you, I want you inside me, I want you to come inside me, I want your come all over me, I want to go to London now…

Come to London. Come now...he texted back to her.

You want me to come now?

Yeah, of course I want you to bloody come. 

Maybe I can come in New York for you?

Pause.

Face Time call coming in.

Drew on an angle, lying on his bed on her screen.

“Why aren’t you hard?” she panted at the screen.

“Don’t you want to see my pretty face?” he questioned with a smile, and pursed lips.

“Yeah, but I want to see your pretty dick too!”

Nichy slammed the door behind her, and threw her things onto her couch. Missing, she did not care. She held her phone with one hand, and slipped her hand up behind her back to unsnap her bra, and she made a show of pulling it from the front of her dress.

“And how about your pretty tits? And that pretty cunt?”

Nichy laughed, her cheeks hotter than being to close to a stove, and threw herself onto her couch, pulled her dress up and pulled the crotch of her thong to the side. Pretty cunt revealed. Then she pulled her breasts out and up over the bodice of her dress.

Everything on view.

His pretty dick was hard when she looked at the phone. So into her show for him, she did not see see him on his mattress and his very pretty dick exposed at first.

She closed her eyes and she could taste him, and caressing her nipples, she came and she had not even touched herself down there…
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That was pretty what you sent.Nichy stared at the text that Drew sent her, and closed her eyes. 

She and Carole went to Carole’s place since it was late, and Carole was the closest one from JFK. They both giggled about what had happened on the plane, and the overwrought flight attendant, who looked like she more wanted to join them more than looking upset.

“When are you going to see Drew again, after that show that you put on for him? Because what happened on the plane was not about me. I was just part of the show–but I got off so I don’t care.” Carole shot over her shoulder, standing at her bar.

Nichy bit her lip. What Carole said was true, what happened on the plane was all just a show for Drew. And she was not sure if she was ever going to see him again. 

He was just a fluke. He was just someone she met, and there was no way that she was going to be able to sustain what had happened. Even a fire as hot as theirs was, that made her feel parched now in New York, while he was in London was fully extinguished.

Tyler was away on a business trip. It was the worst timing that his trip overlapped with hers. Because she did not even have him to distract her, to remind her what she really wanted.

Stability.

Graham had not been to see her for awhile either, and maybe that was because he wanted stability and she could not give him that. They had had it together, for a small time before they did not.

But now Drew…

Carole handed her a glass of wine, and Nichy spilled some on her coat and suitcase and they laughed.

“Need something stronger?” Carole quipped.

“No!”

She wanted Drew.

I always want to be pretty for you…

Nichy texted him back, and stared at her screen because it showed the moving dots that meant he was typing.

“Drew?”

Nichy looked up at Carole with a grin.

You are pretty amazing love, pretty bloody amazing.

Nichy gasped as a picture of her in bed showed up on her screen.

Took this because I could not help myself. It was early morning, I was about to make breakfast even though I had just sampled the most scrumptious morsel between your legs and you were stretched out in bliss and you know how that ended…

His text broke up into two parts, and Nichy smiled.

Yeah, we did not have breakfast…have you had breakfast yet?

It was breakfast time in London. 

Yeah, had a good wank thinking about your pretty cunt.

Nichy felt fire race through her cheeks, and wondered if maybe they were sustainable when she could still feel him inside her pretty cunt…
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Nichy turned on her side. Her thighs felt like sticky silk, and between her legs throbbed with a delicious soreness. When she rolled on her back, she discovered her backside was bruised.And he was there, his arm across her body possessively. She was his, in this moment, if never again.

The business trip had been unexpected. That morning, an unexpected sick colleague, and she had to go to London in their place. Tyler helped her to get packed–throwing everything into her suitcase that she might need, and compensating for what was not there in London.

London reminded her so much of New York.

She wandered around Camden Lock where one of her former colleagues she used to work with lived…at a job way before this one. Carole looked bohemian and lovely as usual, in a dress that barely covered anything. When they went to a bar near Camden Lock, Nichy saw him–the man whose arm was now across her sprawled out body–and was sure he was looking at Carole.

But he was looking at her.

He had no reserve in ordering another round for them, before their drinks were finished.

When she spoke to him, as he walked over, she saw the timbre of her American accent caress his cheekbones.

“Where in the States are you from?” he smiled.

He might as well have said would you like to take off your panties? with the thick, delicious accent that he had.

When her panties did come off, he did not ask her. He pulled them off roughly, slapped her bottom and clutched her hips as if for dear life. They fucked like it was life and death, Nichy wanted something that mirrored what she had at home. They barely spoke in the bar. Their lust was so thick, words were liquified and useless between them.

She did not know what he was running from as he buried himself in her, but he fucked with an intensity that scared and captivated her.

Her body ruminated now with what had taken place between them, and she was not sure how she wanted to address it when he woke up.

But a big smile masked her anxiety, because he had made her feel so good…
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