Drunk In Lust::Ep4

"Yep."

"And covered your tattoos."

"That too."

He looked me up and down. "I like your socks."

"I knew you would."

"You did this for me?" He still couldn't get his head around it.

"Um, not exactly, Darren. I did this for me. I want this. What I want you to do is take this remote and go back outside. I want you to wait a while and then come back in. I'm going to be on my back on this table, and I want you to pretend I'm Claire. I'm not going to move, I'm just going to...I want to feel what it is like to be her. Just once."

I still hadn't knocked the disbelief out of his eyes, but that extremely promising bulge in his pants kept me from wavering.

"If you don't want to do this, just walk right past me and get Claire from the back room. I'll send you a bill, but I won't ever want to talk to you again. If you do want to act out this fantasy, well...I wanna be your doll." I clicked the button to start the door rolling down and tossed him the remote. "Go!"

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Lying on my back, I tried not to tremble. I wasn't scared of rejection anymore. Something told me Darren would come back in that door and fulfill my fantasy. But I was shaking with anticipation. I worked on some deep breathing. Then I heard the door rise and creak, and I tried to stay perfectly still. The door slowly rolled back down. I heard him walking toward me, but instead of looking, I remained static in my doll pose.

I could see him standing beside me, but only in my peripheral vision, because I didn't turn my head. Then I felt his breath on my cheek and heard him whisper, "I missed you, Claire." I knew I was trembling, but he didn't acknowledge that. Instead he walked around the table, inspecting me. I felt his hand lightly touch my arm. "Wow, Lisa is good. It looks like she gave you some upgrades. I see she installed the eye-blinking chip and the breathing module. I didn't even know they had those features available yet. And the body heat feature too ... very nice. But why did she deflate your tits?"

And that was when I realized Darren was not only a sexy hot nerd, but really fucking funny too. But I didn't laugh. I was an ice queen.

Darren's hands gently stroked my arm, then glided across my belly. He crawled onto the table and scooped both hands behind my shoulder blades to lift my back off the hard surface. I heard the duct tape rip . Then he lay my bare back down. I didn't make eye contact. I tried to remain perfectly still, even when he lowered my tank top the same way I'd watched him take it off of Claire. I didn't help or cooperate at all. I tried to control my breathing, but now my tits were exposed and ... I don't know if this is normal, but my nipples get hard whenever I even look at them. Having Darren stare at my tits stirred me up, even without him actually touching me. I had a brief moment of worry that they wouldn't look as good as Claire's. But then I felt myself getting wet and remembered wet pussy trumps fake tits. Ha-ha, Claire.

Darren started massaging my breasts with both hands. I locked my focus on a spot on the ceiling and tried to control my breathing. He didn't bother trying to hide how turned-on he was, and he didn't need to, so I heard his breathing and even a little moan. Oh my god, how am I going to keep this up? He just started.

"Your tits feel really good," he whispered in my ears. Did he mean my tits or Claire's tits? Oh god, of course he meant my tits! That was my nipple being rolled between his forefinger and thumb. He started kissing my cheek, and it took every ounce of willpower in my being not to turn and meet his mouth with mine. I kept my lips parted but not closed, just like Claire. But I wasn't expecting him to insert a finger in my mouth and start exploring! Don't close, don't suck - keep the tongue still! Then he lowered that hand to my skirt and unzipped it. I didn't cooperate by lifting my hips, so he had to sit up and do a lot of work to shimmy that skirt off of me. After he got the skirt past my feet, he tossed it aside and sat next to me, unbuttoning his shirt. I wished I could look at him - I was so curious to see what his body looked like. But I continued to stare at the spot on the ceiling. What was he doing? Fingers on the side of my pink panties, lifting them, pulling the fabric gently to the left - oh, my hot nerd had decided to check my hair status.

"Perfect," he whispered. Oscar's expertise at fake facial hair paid off. The only flaw was, I knew the patch of hair couldn't withstand much friction, and I was really craving a lot of friction.

Darren pulled my panties down carefully, and though I am sure I was shaking with lust, he ignored it. The underwear removal was almost as difficult as the skirt - I continued to offer no assistance whatsoever. "Claire, did Lisa try to have sex with you? I saw the way she admired your shape, and I started to wonder, actually, I've been fantasizing all week that she would have sex with you."

"Really, she sat on your face? ... Did you like it, Claire? ... Oh my god, that is so hot. Yes, I think a threesome is a great idea, I'll be sure and ask her."

It took everything in my power not to laugh.

Then he parted my legs.

And I about died.

The crazy thing is he didn't touch me for a few seconds. I don't know if he was just looking at me or what, but after what seemed like a long time, I heard him unbuckling, then unzipping, and then I heard the 'swoosh' of fabric. I was practically panting and I could feel my wetness. I could even smell it, putting another mental tally mark in the 'Lisa' versus 'Claire' column.

His hand settled onto my thigh, stroking his skin against mine. I wondered if he was always like this, so extremely patient, or if he was trying to impress me. I didn't want him to try to impress me. I wanted him to have his way with me. And I didn't imagine I could be any more turned on than I already was, until I felt his mouth on my tit. I'm sure a tiny gasp escaped my lips - I couldn't help it - but I quickly reeled it in and regained my composure. That is to say, as much composure as an extremely sexual woman can have with a hot nerd clamped down on her nipple, lying on top of her while his hand casually teases the external folds of her labia. If I weren't a doll right now, I'd so throw you down and fuck the shit out of you. Seriously, I began to wonder if I could handle this, mentally. It was torture. He just kept flicking my nipple with the tip of his tongue and teasing my pussy without penetration for an eternity. Fuck me already!