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 The Electric Adventures of Alvin, Part Two

A Novel of Erotic Satire

Chapter 4

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Remember this?

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Gem answered the door and smiled widely. Alvin breathed out, hard. Hadn’t he been tested enough? Hadn’t he passed? She wore an oversized Dallas Cowboys t-shirt that came halfway down her thighs, so it was impossible to tell what, if anything, was underneath. She wore no bra, he could tell that much from the way her two stiff nipples announced themselves through the thin fabric.

``Aren’t you supposed to be at your lit class?’’ he asked them, before moving his gaze back upward, with effort, to her face.

``I’ve got a chest cold,’’ she answered, still smiling. As if to prove it, she pushed her chest forward and glanced down at her own bouyant tits. They were straining against the t-shirt as if trying to escape.

Alvin felt an involuntary stirring in his groin. Struggling to ignore it, he gave her a little ``knock-it-off’’ smile, and stepped around her and into the apartment. He caught a glimpse of Brenda as she crossed the hall from the bathroom to the bedroom, putting on an earring. ``Be right out,’’ she called.

He sat on the overstuffed red chair. Gem approached him, mischief in her oval face. Her dark hair was tussled, as if she’d been sleeping. The thought of her lying back in a bed as he’d seen her that morning – that one morning – sent another wave of blood southward. He felt his cock starting to swell. He leaned forward and breathed deeply, hoping to stop it. Gem, as usual, was no help at all.

``Can I get you anything, Alvin?’’ she asked, quietly, arms slightly back, breasts jutting forward. She looked deliberately down at them once more, then added: ``Anything?’’

``No thanks,’’ he said, glancing around, looking for somewhere safe to put his eyes. Why was she doing this? Hadn’t they agreed it was over? Hadn’t he explained how he had fallen deeply in love with Brenda? Hadn’t Gem admitted – gloated – how their one time together had been nothing but recreation to her? The Cowboy’s t-shirt was tight on her, so that her jutting tits might just as well have been as naked as they had been that morning in her bedroom, when she held them in front of his face as if offering a plate of dessert and alternately brushed one stiff nipple, then the other, against his bottom lip. They had been the stiffest nipples he had ever seen, as sensitive as feathers, and seeing them again, even behind a shield of fabric, was causing his cock to swell out of control.

Brenda stepped into the room – petite frame moving gracefully, long blonde hair gleaming, blue eyes smiling as always – and Alvin remembered again why he had made the choice he had made. She smiled hello at him, then turned to Gem, looked her up and down, laughed, and said: ``Jeez, Gem, put some damned clothes on. I don’t need to compete with that.’’ Gem laughed back, shrugged, and said: ``What can I say? God, I’m such a slut.’’ They both laughed at that – two old, dear childhood friends, college roommates, pals who shared everything. Who had even fucked the same man, though only one of them knew that.

Alvin still felt a little rush of anger at Gem every time he watched the two of them together, watched how close and trusting Brenda was around her. There had just been that one time, early on, before he and Brenda had understood how in love they were, but Gem had squeezed that one time for all the mischief she could ever since. It was all a big joke to her, the looks, the flashing of tits and pussy, the constant, blunt offers of clandestine sex. Brenda often laughed with Alvin about how brazenly sexual Gem was – ``She collects cock the way some people collect stamps,’’ Brenda had once joked – but she remained unaware that Alvin was part of the collection. For two years Gem had gleefully held that one brief encounter over his head like a blade, and sometimes he wished she’d just bring the damned thing down and get it over with.

Alvin started to stand, but Brenda motioned him back down. ``I’m gonna call ahead for a table,’’ she said, and she walked back to the bedroom.

Alvin stared straight ahead for a moment. Then, unable to stop himself, looked over at Gem, now sitting on the couch across from him. She smiled slyly – she always smiled slyly – and she said, quietly: ``Have you been thinking about me, Alvin?’’

``Not really.’’ Was she actually going to do this again?

``When you fuck her, do you ever close your eyes and imagine you’re fucking me?’’

``No.’’

``You could, you know – fuck me, I mean. Any time you want. She wouldn’t have to know.’’

``Gem, stop it, okay?’’

``I thought about you – last night, when I was using with my purple vibrator. Remember my purple vibrator?’’

Of course he remembered. It was a huge, glittery monstrosity of plastic and rubber, a foot long, bristling with soft ridges and spikes, and a row of pearls under soft plastic in the middle. It was battery-operated, and when you turned it on, it vibrated, while the tip of it twisted and swiveled and the row of pearls moved in a circle around the shaft. It looked positively painful to Alvin, but Gem assured him that ``I cum every time’’ with it. She had displayed it to him twice, both times offering to demonstrate its use – both times while Brenda was barely out of earshot. The second time, she had wrapped her thumb and forefinger around the shaft, about nine inches from the tip, and had said, matter-of-factly: ``This is how far I can get it in.’’

Alvin didn’t want to hear about the purple vibrator. He was desperately trying to get rid of his erection so he could stand when Brenda returned. ``Knock if off, Gem,’’ he said, as much a plea as a demand.

Gem’s smile persisted. ``I rubbed oil all over it and slid it all the way up. All the way up. Then I turned it on full-speed and I started ramming it in and out while I stroked my clit.’’

Alvin looked straight ahead and said nothing. He was in pain; he needed to adjust his erection but didn’t want to let her see him do it.

``Wanna see where I put it, Alvin?’’ Gem said. Without waiting for an answer, she glanced toward the bedroom to make sure they were still alone, leaned back on the couch so she was almost lying, and pulled her big t-shirt up to her navel.

She was, as Alvin had suspected, completely naked underneath. Her soft, dark-haired bush lay beckoning. It was just as he remembered it: the lush little mound, extending down over the gentle swell of her pussy lips. Her stiff clit, the stiffest Alvin had ever seen, peeked out from the soft bed of hair.

As he struggled and failed to look away, she pulled both legs up onto the couch and slowly spread them wide, exposing her pink inner lips and making her clit stand out like a tiny finger, pointing. Her small, wet, gleaming hole lay there before him, and for an instant he vividly re-lived that moment when he thrust his cock halfway into her, feeling overwhelmed by the heat and moisture of her, and had started to pull out – then had felt Gem’s sharp-nailed hands gripping his ass and pulling him so deep inside her that their hipbones had collided.

Now Gem, spread-legged and smiling on the couch, reached her right hand down to the swollen pink lips of her pussy and whispered: ``I put it right here, Alvin.’’ Without hesitation, she slipped her first two fingers right into her eager hole and pushed them up to the knuckles. He could see the shiny wetness of it from where he sat. She let out a hard breath, staring at him and smiling, and said: ``I slid it up my snatch and I pretended it was you, Alvin. It could be you – any time you want to slide your cock inside me, you can.’’

Then, whispering urgently, fingers still buried, eyes half-closed: ``You know I’ll be your slut, Alvin – your own personal slut. You know how good it feels, inside me . . . ’’

All at once, Gem yanked her hand away, brought her splayed legs back together, pulled her shirt down over her thighs and sat forward, little trace of a smile still on her lips.

Alvin, startled by the suddenness of her withdrawal, sat frozen, staring, and only then realized that Brenda was standing at the edge of the room now. He looked at her, his breath stopped in his throat, waiting for some indication that she had seen. But all she said was: ``You ready?’’

Alvin nodded weakly and stood, quickly adjusting his jeans as he did. Gem, still sitting cross-legged on the couch, smiled and said, ``Yeah, I think he’s ready.’’

Gem walked to the door with them. Brenda turned and said to her, ``We won’t be late. You just gonna be home all night?’’

``Oh, I’ll find something to do,’’ Gem said. She smiled at Alvin and he pretended not to see it.

As he and Brenda stepped out into the hallway, Gem went to close the door, and let her fingers brush against the palm of Alvin’s hand as she did. Her fingers were wet.

Brenda and Alvin stepped toward the stairs as the door clicked shut behind them. They walked in the darkness toward Alvin’s car, and Brenda smiled and sighed and shook her head. ``I know how she is when she gets like this,’’ she said. ``She’s going through one of those times. She’s gonna stay in bed whacking off with that stupid purple vibrator all night.’’ Alvin gave a little laugh in response, but said nothing. His mind was focused on the slick spot of wetness on his palm, cooling in the night air. 

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