Don’t Stick your Dick in Crazy

Devin Grant got up from the bed and stretched his arms high above his head.  He yawns and gazes at the sleeping girl.  Her breasts are exposed, alternately rising and falling as she breathes evenly.  Yawning again, Devin moves away from the bed, finds his shorts, and puts them on.  Then he goes to the bathroom, washes, and rubs the bristles of his beard, wishing he had a razor.  The trouble with shacking up overnight with a woman in her apartment is they never have razors fit to use on the face.  The man drFies his skin and returns to the bedroom.  The girl’s sitting up and blinking her eyes, making no move to cover her breasts from his gaze.

“Hi,” she said sleepily.  “How’s your head?”

Devin grins.  “OK, I don’t have much of a hangover.  Not from drinking anyway, but from sex, that’s another matter.  How do you feel?”

She grimaces.  “I have a lousy taste in my mouth, and my head hurts.  Get me an aspirin, will you?  Over there on the dresser.”

He gets her two pills and a glass of water and watches her as she swallows them.  The young woman is a pretty blonde, and her long hair, parted in the middle, hangs over her shoulders in a captivating way.  Devin hadn’t noticed the night before, but the blonde’s skin was tanned and inviting.  He wonders if she feels like having sex again.

“Hey…” the blonde said at length.  “I got pretty drunk last night. I don’t usually drink that much.  Did I … act OK in bed?”

Devin grins again.  “You were great…except maybe…for one thing.”

He notes again that the blonde brushes her hair out of her very blue eyes. “What’s the one thing?”

“You went to sleep too soon…You kinda passed out.”

Her hand flew to her mouth.  “You mean I interrupted something good?”

Once more, Devin grins.  “Yes.”

Her eyes are wide now.  “What did I interrupt?”

He searches her eyes.  “Really want me to tell you?”

“Sure, why not?”  She sits even straighter now.

“You were about to … How should I say it … Give me a blowjob.”

She smiles, and it’s a sweet smile. Her teeth are white and pleasant to look at. “Well, how about that? Were you really disappointed? I mean…a lot?

Devin nods his dark head.  “Naturally…”

She giggles.  “Shit, I’m sorry.”

He takes a deep breath.  “Maybe you’d like to make up for it now.”

She stares at him with raised eyebrows.  “Maybe, but you’ll have to wait till my hangover improves, though.”

“Glad to…” He sits on the bed.

The woman giggles again.  “Hey, you know something?  I can’t remember your name.”

“I’m Devin.”

“You know mine?”

“Um…Amy…Right?”

Amy nods.  “You picked me up in that terrible nightclub on Fifth Street.  My friend and I fought, and he just left me there.”

“I remember you telling me several times.”

“Oh, did I, sorry.  What else did I tell you several times?”

Devin smiles knowingly.  “If I remember correctly, you said he wanted to marry you, but you said no because he was bad at sex.”

“That’s him alright, and hung like an acorn,” she said, shaking her head.  “Are you married, Devin?”

“God, no, do I look it?”

Amy shrugs. “You never know these days,” she says. So why not? What’s wrong with you?”

“I don’t know, just never met a woman I want to marry, I guess.”

Amy pushes the sheet entirely off impulsively.  Devin immediately gets an erection.  She giggles once more.

“Does it startle you to see me naked in broad daylight?”

“It fascinates me,” Devin said.  “You’re such a beautiful woman to look at.”

“What does it feel like to be a man and look at a woman’s body?”

Devin laughs nervously.  “It feels dangerous, sometimes.”

She glances at his crotch and evidently sees the condition Devin is in, for she slowly pulls the sheet over her body again.  “Guess I’d better take it easy,” Amy said with a wry grin.  “You have a hot gleam in your eyes.”

He laughs again.  “You put it there.”

Amy brushes at her hair.  “If I didn’t have this splitting headache, I’d let you fuck me.”

“How about another aspirin?” Devin asks hopefully.

“No.  Aspirin doesn’t help much, not really.”

“Maybe a drink. Do you have any juice in the place?”

“Yes, but I couldn’t get it down.” She makes a face.

“Well then, maybe a bit of me,” Devin suggests.

Amy leans her blonde head back on the pillow and smiles at him.  “If you’ll wait awhile, OK…”

“I’ll wait,” he promises.

She giggles again.  “I’ll bet you think I’m just a cock teaser.”

“No, not at all. I just think you have a hangover.”

“Thanks,” she said.  “You’re a nice guy.  I was too drunk last night to know if you were or not.”

“You let me come home with you.  You must have thought I was OK.”

“I bought you home because I needed it badly.”

Devin nods.  “So did I…”

Amy glances at the front of him again.  “How’s your…condition…now?”

“The same, don’t worry. It’ll keep till you’re feeling better.”

She blinks.  “I just noticed something.  You really are a good-looking man.  I like men with thick black hair and blue eyes.  You have nice white teeth, too.  Do you think I’m pretty?”

Devin smiles at her.  “You?  You could be a model, Amy. You’re that hot.”

“You got muscles,” she said.  “Are you an athlete or something?”

“No, I just go to the gym…” He studied her.  “You asked me that last night.”

“Did I?  Shit, I guess I was drunker than I thought.  I don’t remember much about last night.”

“Do you remember us having sex?”

Amy works her mouth around as if she’s thinking it over, trying to recall it.  “Sort of…  I guess I’m kind of fuzzy about the details.”

“Do you want me to tell you about it?” Devin asks, liking the conversation’s turn.

Amy shrugs.  “I don’t mind.  What did we do when we got home?  Did I drag you off to bed right away?”

“We had a few more drinks first.”

“Then what happened?”

He grins.  “We undressed.”

“Then what?  Tell me.”

“We climbed in bed.”

She sighs.  “Boy, you don’t give it to me in one sentence, do you?  You tell me a little at a time.  Did I act sexy or coy or what?”

“Sexy mostly.”

“I’m a slut,” Amy said.  “I love to fuck.”

“Good for you.  I like women who love to fuck.”

“Sometimes I go too far, and later I just feel awful about it.”

“Don’t feel ashamed for doing what you like,” Devin said.  “As long as no one gets hurt, and it’s legal, who cares.”

“Yeah, I know, but it doesn’t stop me feeling embarrassed sometimes,” Amy said, blushing.  “We didn’t do anything kinky, did we?”

“No, we were pretty vanilla.”

Amy sits straight but holds the sheet in front of her.  “Tell me, when we got in bed did you climb on top of me right away and fuck my brains out?”

Devin smiles and shakes his head at her eagerness to know the details.  “No, not immediately. We fooled around for a bit.”

The blonde beauty frowns a little.  “Funny, I just can’t seem to remember it.  Did I enjoy it?”

“You seemed to be into it.”

Her lips part slightly.  “Did you stick it in, though?  You know what I mean?”

Devin finds it hard to believe Amy doesn’t remember anything.  “In and out, many times,” he told her.

She giggles.  “Bet you think I’m nuts, asking you all these stupid questions.”

“They aren’t stupid.  I like talking about last night.”

Amy stretches her arms above her head.  “Think my headache is beginning to let up.  Maybe we won’t have to talk about sex. Maybe we can do it.”

Devin grins.  “I’m ready.”

“Not right now,” she said hastily.  “Give me a little more time.”

“Sure, take all the time you need.”

Devin tries not to grind his teeth in annoyance.  Amy rubs her upper lip with a forefinger.

“My nose itches.  What does that mean?”

“Means your nose itches.”

She laughs lightly.  “You’re a comedian.”

Devin laughs, also.  “No, but some think I’m a smart-ass.”

Again, Amy glances at his crotch.  “How is it, still with you?”

He nods.

Amy sighs deeply.  “Bet you think I’m an awful cock tease.  Do you?”

“No.  What makes you say that?”  Devin moves over on the bed a little, closer to her.

“I talk and talk about it, but I won’t do it.”

The man takes her hand between his.  “I think you will when you’re ready.”

“Oh, I’m ready now, actually.  It’s just that I like putting things off.  I’m like that.  I procrastinate….”

Devin releases her hand and reaches under the sheet, and his fingers contact her warm, smooth flesh.  He runs his hand up her leg until he’s lightly touching her pussy.  The furriness of it feels good as he makes little circling movements with his palm.  Amy’s breathing gets faster.

“Oh … that … feels good, Devin…Do it … do it some more…” He continues the movement for a time and then stops abruptly.  “Don’t stop…” Amy begs, her eyes half-closed.

The man removes his hand from beneath the sheet.  “I can’t keep that up, babe,” he said.  “Something will happen if I do.”

The blonde’s eyes open all the way.  “Are you really that horny?”

“Of course, I’m not made of stone, babe.”

She frowns but prettily.  “You think I am.”

“No, not at all.  I know better.”

“You mean…after last night.  What did I do to you?”

“I told you, part of it.”

“Did I really try to blow you?”

“Sure.  It was great while it lasted.”

“Then I passed out,” Amy said.  “It’s weird; I’m not usually like that.”

Devin smiles tightly.  “I was fine with it until you passed out.”

Amy lifts the sheet carefully, holds it up high, and suddenly throws it off the bed.  Curling in the fetal position, she levels her gaze on his shorts in a meaningful way.  Devin holds his breath as he sees the undisguised lust come into Amy’s eyes.

“How’s your headache?” he asks nervously.

“It’s gone, pretty much.  Do you want to fool around with me?”

“Yes, I do.  Anything, in particular, you’d like me to do?”

Amy uncurls her body and smiles lazily over at the dark-haired man.  “Whatever you like, Devin.  Use your imagination.”

He turns her slightly so she’s lying flat on her back, legs together.  Amy is beautiful in this position.  Devin feels the excitement growing in him.  Bending, he kisses her tummy lightly and sees the muscles quiver there.  He then straightens and grins.

“I gather you like that.”

“Wonderful…” Amy moans.  “Go all over me.”

With Devin’s hand pressing on the bed to hold him, he leans over and takes a nipple between his lips.  He plays with it, using his tongue until he feels Amy grabbing his hair and pulling on it hard enough to hurt.

“Hey,” Devin said harshly.  “Take it easy.  That’s all the hair I’ve got, babe.”

Immediately, Amy releases him, only to grab him around the neck.  She presses his face on her breasts and begins to stroke the back of Devin’s neck, making little cooing sounds.  Devin kisses her breasts, going from one to the other.  The nipples become firm, and her breathing increases in tempo.  Devin’s heart is pumping fast now as he shoves his shorts down his legs.  The man feels Amy’s soft hand fumbling for him and feels her touch his cock and grab hold of it firmly.

“Shit,” she moans.  “It’s so hot.”

“Good for you, babe,” Devin mumbles, too excited to speak clearly.

He leans over again and, this time, kisses her body in several places.  She draws one leg up and sighs deeply.

“Devin,” Amy said.  “Down … there … you know.  Make me hotter.”

“OK.”

The man moves his mouth downward and runs his tongue over her trimmed pussy.  This excited Devin so much that he had to stop it after a moment.  There’s a very great danger he would climax prematurely.

“What’d you stop for?” Amy groans.

He draws himself up on the bed, parting her legs with his knee.  Pushing Amy down on her back, Devin crawls between her legs and settles on her, holding his cock with a hand to steer it.  When the insertions are made, the man doesn’t move for a long moment but holds himself aloft and gazes down into Amy’s half-closed eyes.  She’s panting like a long-distance runner.

“Shit,” she moans, “that feels great.”

Devin lowers himself until his weight rests on his left elbow.  With his right hand placed at the back of her neck to hold Amy firmly, Devin begins to move, with each stroke penetrating deeper into her body.

“Fuck,” Amy moans, though more fiercely, “That feels … just … great.”

The sexy blonde begins to move her loins around as Devin penetrates more and more.

“That’s it,” Devin mutters.  “But not too hard.  Don’t break contact, babe.”

Amy is stroking his back now and later actually raking his skin with her nails.  Devin scarcely feels this; he’s too absorbed in the business of fucking her.  Amy’s body is warm and moist, and the firmness of her flesh pleases him immensely.  The man hates women whose flesh is flabby and unpleasant to look at, to feel.  Amy’s body is healthy; there isn’t an ounce of fat on her anywhere.

“Hey…” Amy cries.  “That’s it.  You hit it just right, Devin.”

Devin finds her mouth and presses his own on it, holding his lips there for a long time.  She ran her tongue over his with reckless abandon and never ceased moving her loins about, up and down, meeting the man’s thrusts expertly.  Devin feels himself going deeper and deeper inside her velvety wet cunt.  The feeling is intense, and he discovers his body is trembling from excitement.

“C’mon, Devin,” Amy squeals.  “Pick it up.  Faster…”

He did as asked.  Moving very fast now, Devin wonders how long he can keep it going.  He’s ready to orgasm at any moment but doesn’t want to until she reaches her climax.  Devin wants her to remember this fuck for a long time.  A guy never knows when he’s going to be temporarily hard up and need a fuck quickly.  It’s a smart idea to have a woman handy and ready, not that Devin looks upon her as a stopgap fuck.  Not at all. Amy is far too lovely to relegate to that.

Ooh…” Amy moans.  “You drive me almost crazy. It feels so great.”

The man’s breathing is so hard he can barely speak.  “Me…too…” Devin said.

C’mon…  Give it to me…I can’t stand this any longer.”

Perhaps it’s Amy’s words or maybe the way she speaks them, but something explodes in Devin’s brain at the same time a similar occurrence takes place elsewhere.  The sexy blonde lifts her loins high to receive it and, when done, continues to pump at Devin.  He’s too tired to try again now.

Gradually, the spent man slows his movements until he comes to a complete halt.  He lies flat on her, feeling her breasts press against his chest.  It’s a nice feeling, their bodies locked together in this tight and fierce embrace.  After a few moments of rest, Devin begins to move in her again, but slowly.

“Oh, Devin, again?  Can you, please, can you?”

“I don’t know,” he said.

“Oh, I hope so.  That big cock feels so good inside me.”

Devin continues to move in her but notices his erection isn’t quite as hard as it had been.  Amy apparently realizes what’s happening, for she immediately takes his face in her hands, pulling his mouth to hers and running her tongue over his feverishly.  She bites him lightly on the tongue, the lips, even the chin.

“Please, Devin,” Amy said tensely. Don’t quit on me. I need it… more of it…”

The urgency of her tone sets him up in style.  The firmness comes back quickly, and Devin increases the speed of his movements.  Amy releases his face and presses her hands on his buttocks fiercely, at the same time moving her hips about almost as if in desperation.  This sets him off even more, and he grabs her by the shoulders and pumps back.

“That’s it, Devin,” Amy moans.  “Keep it that way.”

He keeps it that way all during the act, and then it’s finished.  This time, he’s exhausted.  The man moves off her and lies flat on his back, fighting to regain his breath.

Amy is purring like a contented kitten now, and suddenly, she flings her body over his, pulling herself up on top of him.  She lay there, her breasts pressing hard on his chest, her stomach muscles quivering, and her breath striking the side of his face.  The blonde gives a little happy cry and kisses his mouth hungrily. Apparently, what Amy had said was true.  She’s a hot little slut.  Devin sighs deeply from satisfaction and, placing his hand over her pussy, closes his eyes and drifts off to sleep.  When he wakes later, Amy is gone from the bed and, as it turns out, from the apartment.

Devin gets dressed and goes home. Sorry, he can’t say goodbye to the beautiful Amy.

*****

Devin parks his car in the lot behind the apartment building where he lives and enters through the rear. Going to his door, Devin is surprised to find it standing open. He hesitates a moment before entering, wondering how he had forgotten to lock the place the night before. Then, finally, he goes in and is further surprised to see a brunette sitting on the sofa having a drink. Devin blinks and stares at her. He doesn’t know her and has never seen the woman.

The brunette doesn’t get to her feet but just smiles at him.

“Hello,” she said.  “I helped myself to a drink.”

Devin closes the door carefully.  “So I see.  Who are you, may I ask?”

She takes a sip of her scotch and studies Devin over the rim of the glass.  “I moved into the apartment across the hall a couple of weeks ago.”

“I see.  So you found my door unlocked and decided you’d come in and have a drink.”

The woman put the glass down and rose to her feet, smoothing her skirt down as she did so. She had lovely, long, well-tapered legs, but her short skirt revealed much of her thighs.

“I needed a drink and had run out of booze; I figured you’d have some, so I let myself in.”

“You broke in?” Devin asks wide-eyed.

“I guess…”

Devin removes his jacket and throws it down. “It’s Sunday morning,” he says. I’ll join you for that drink.”

She smiles.  “Thanks.  The moment I saw you, I figured you’d be cool.”

Devin fixed himself a scotch, stood holding the glass, and looked at her.  “Sit, make yourself at home,” he said sarcastically.  “You look uncomfortable standing there like that.”

She sits, and her skirt creeps high on her legs.  “Are you angry at me?”

“What’s your name?” Devin asks.  “Mine is Devin Grant.”

She smiles again.  “I’m Courtney.”

He studies her.  “Do you have a surname?”

“Love,” she said with a glint of mischief in her eye.

“Very funny,” Devin said, rolling his eyes.

“Courtney Anderson.”

“You’re beautiful,” Devin said.  “Mind if I sit beside you?”

She moves over to the sofa.  “Please do, Devin, it’s your couch.”

He again looks her over, noting the way Courtney’s dark hair hangs around her shoulders. Apparently, this woman doesn’t believe in hairdos. Hers is neat and brushed but not set.  Her skirt is unbelievably high on her legs. Devin has the impression she wants it that way, and he can see her flesh above the stockings.  The man tries to figure out what she’s really doing here, breaking into his apartment and waiting.  He catches the scent of her perfume then and decides he likes it.

“What are you thinking about?” Courtney asks.

Devin takes a swallow of his drink.  “About you…”

She laughs.  “You’re not gonna call the cops on me, are you?”

“No.”

“Good, but if I’m bothering you, I’ll leave,” Courtney said lightly.

Devin takes another swallow.  “I like being bothered by a pretty, brown-eyed gal.  I …err…am wondering about something, though.”

“What?”

“Don’t you know if you walk into a bachelor’s apartment without knowing him, you’re liable to get raped?” Devin asks.

Her eyelids flutter, and she puts down her scotch.  “Oh …well…that really wouldn’t be so bad, would it?  Especially if the bachelor is a good-looking guy like you.”

This sounds like an invitation.  Devin grins.  “I’m glad you agree with me.  I think it sounds OK, too.”

She turns on the sofa and gazes deep into Devin’s eyes.  “You wouldn’t rape me, would you?  I mean, really.”

Devin can see all the way up her legs now.  He grins slightly.  “I might if you don’t put your legs together and do it right away.”

Courtney blushes slightly but doesn’t put her legs together.  “Do you think I’d better leave now?”

There’s a mysterious look in her eyes.  Devin finishes his drink and sets the glass down.  “Stay here as long as you like,” he said.  “Me, I’m taking a bath and getting shaved.  Can’t stand these whiskers any longer.”

“You look good with whiskers,” Courtney said.

“Thanks.  They’re coming off just the same.”

He starts to leave the room but stops and turns around, catching her with her hand inside her blouse.  Courtney doesn’t see him watching as she moves her breasts about.  He feels the stirring again.

“Better watch that,” Devin said, grinning.  “You’ll get raped…”

Courtney glances up, her lips parting.  “Oh, I thought you’d left the room.”

The brunette removes her hand, and he notes how her breasts project.  Devin would’ve liked to see them minus the confining of her blouse.  Courtney closes her mouth, presses her lips tightly together, and then relaxes and smiles.

“I really did,” she said with a nod.  “I’m not trying to set you up.” She pauses.  “Not in particular, that is.”

Courtney has a look of something akin to lust in her brown eyes.

Devin waves his hand.  “As I said, I’m taking a bath.  See you in a few minutes.”

“Would you … like me to help?”

Devin’s jaw drops.  “What did you say?”

Courtney repeats her question, never once removing her gaze from his.

“I’d say you’re a fairly aggressive woman,” Devin said, shaking his head.  “If you wanna give me a bath … C’mon, I’m game.”

It appears he has met two sluts in one twenty-four-hour period.  What could be better?

“I was just kidding,” Courtney said with a grimace. I guess it’s out of place. Sorry. Would you mind if I had another drink?”

“Help yourself, babe,” Devin said with a shrug and went to the bathroom and stripped off his clothing.

The man turns on the water in the shower and steps under it, lathering himself well with soap.  It isn’t more than two minutes later that he sees Courtney enter the bathroom and stare at his nude body.  Devin has mixed feelings about this.  He wants her to do this and yet wonders if perhaps the pretty neighbor might not be a bit of a psychopath.

“You mind if I watch?” Courtney asks, her lips parted.

Definitely, now, there’s lust in her eyes.  Anyone could’ve seen it.  The water is running into Devin’s eyes, so he moves his head a little to escape it.

“You’re something,” he said.  “You’re really something.  Are you always this way?”

Courtney laughs.  “Not always.  Only when I see a guy, I like.”

“What makes you like me?”

He rubs more soap on his muscular body, and she watches his every move.

“That’s a good question.  I can’t answer it.  I like your looks.  You have a very … strong body, haven’t you?”

Devin bent his head back, let the water run over his face briefly, and then moved out from under it partially. “I was born with good genes. It’s just luck, really,” he said.

Courtney takes a towel off the rack and holds it.  “If you’re through, get out, and I’ll dry you if you don’t mind.”

The man gives his head a shake.  This woman is unbelievable.  ‘She must be nuts,’ he thought.  Devin turns the water off after a moment and gets out.  Courtney begins to dry him with the towel, and he knows it’s going to happen.  When he turns around, Courtney sees him and sucks in her breath in a gasp of pleasure.

“You’re really hung…’ Courtney said, her lips parting again.

She’s panting a little, and this makes his erection even more pronounced.

“What did you expect to happen?  You can’t do this sort of a thing to a guy and not…”

“Please,” Courtney said.  “Don’t be embarrassed.  It excites me.”

“Who’s embarrassed?  I’m not.  Just puzzled.  Never knew a woman to be so … Well, so … Shit, I don’t know what I’m trying to say…”

Courtney comes around in front of him and runs the towel up and down suggestively on his stomach.  Devin doesn’t know if he should grin or grab her.  The man wants to do the latter, but something stops him.  Her dark hair is close to his chest, and he could’ve kissed the top of her head easily.  Her blouse becomes a little wet from touching his body, but Courtney seems to pay no attention to this.  When the brunette runs the towel slowly and gently over his hard-on, it’s more than Devin can stand.  He throws his arms around her and kisses her mouth hungrily.  Much to his astonishment, Courtney suddenly jumps away and strikes out at Devin with the wet towel.

“Hey…” Devin said, cringing a little.  “What’s with you?”

Her eyes flash with anger; Courtney throws the towel down and flounces out of the bathroom.

“Hey…” Devin shouts.  “I didn’t mean to offend you.  Come back.”

Courtney doesn’t return, and he hears his apartment door slamming hard. The man stands in bewilderment. What a strange woman, Devin thinks. After a moment, he gets another towel and finishes drying himself. Devin shaved, changed into clean clothing, and went to the door. He peers into the hall. The entry of apartment five stands ajar, so Devin crosses the hall and knocks.

A tall, middle-aged man wearing glasses comes to the door.  He peers at Devin owlishly.  “Yes,” he snaps.  “What is it?”

“I live across the hall.  I saw a woman enter here a few minutes ago, and I thought I knew her.  Does Courtney Anderson live here?”

“She’s my wife, young man,” the middle-aged man said, shaking his head.  “You can’t really know her.  We just moved into the city yesterday from the East Coast.  But how do you know her name?”

“Sorry,” Devin mumbles.  “I must’ve made a mistake. My apologies, Mr. Anderson.”

The tall, thin man appeared disturbed.  “I know what happened.  She came to see you and probably put some moves on you.  I’m sorry, but my wife isn’t well. She has bipolar disorder.  I hope you’re not offended by her rudeness.”

“I see…” Devin said.  “Matter of fact, she broke into my place and helped herself to my booze.  Courtney told me her name, but nothing else happened.”

Devin thought it prudent not to mention the other stuff.

“I’m so sorry; I’ll talk to her about it.  Can you forget it this time?”

Devin nods.  “Sure, just tell her breaking into my place isn’t cool, and if it happens again, I’ll have to call the cops.”

Mr. Anderson nods.  “I understand, but if I may, that old lock on your door is easy for any decent lock picker. Maybe you should get a deadbolt lock installed.”

“Maybe my neighbors shouldn’t be picking my lock, to begin with,” Devin yells with a deep frown.

Devin turns and goes back into his apartment and closes the door, not waiting for the middle-aged man to respond.  ‘Just my luck,’ Devin thought. ‘The new neighbor is fucking crazyHow am I supposed to deal with this every time I run into her in the corridor?  Especially after the shower incident…’

*****

When he arrives home from work the following evening, after stopping along the way for a couple of beers, Devin sees Courtney coming out the door of her apartment.  He inserts the key in his lock and pretends he hasn’t seen the woman.

“Hey…” Courtney said when he entered his apartment, “What’s the matter? You mad at me or something?”

Devin turns and stares at the woman wide-eyed. “Hi,” he says. No, I’m not mad. I…err…I had a talk with your husband about you.”

She takes the remark in stride and smiles nicely.  “So?  Did he give you the old ‘my wife is crazy’ line?”

Her eyes appear so innocent that Devin grins.

“Have fun,” Devin said and started to close the door.

“Wait a minute.  I want to talk to you, Devin.”

The man doesn’t want to talk to her—he has other plans.  These included showering, cleaning up, and going to Amy’s place without calling her first.  He wants to surprise her.  However, the look on Courtney’s face does something to him, and Devin finds he doesn’t want to be unkind to Courtney.

“OK,” he said.  “You want to come in, or would your husband object?”

“He doesn’t mind.  Besides, he’s not at home right now.”

Devin pushes the door all the way open and moves out of her way as Courtney enters and closes the door behind her.  The man wishes she hadn’t done that, but what can he say?

“OK,” Devin said.  “What do you wanna talk about?”

He hopes she’ll get it over with quickly.

Courtney purses her pretty lips as though deep in thought.  “I’m not really crazy.  I know my husband told you I have bipolar.  However, that’s not true.  I’m what they call psycho-sexual; it’s not a mental illness but more a personality disorder.”

“I’m no doctor. I don’t understand all that stuff,” Devin said, wishing the door were open even more.

“A mental illness can be controlled with drugs, right, like a cold, cos it’s a disease,” Courtney said.  Devin nods.  “A personality disorder is how you grew up; it’s hard-wired into your brain from childhood, and no drugs can fix it.  It doesn’t mean I’m psychotic or anything. It’s just how I am.  Do you understand?  It just means I’m different…”

“You’re different, alright…” Devin said with a grimace.

Courtney shrugs and moves across the room, her hips swaying suggestively. “OK, I’m odd.” She brushes her long, dark hair away from her face. “I like you,” Courtney goes on. You really turn me on. Is there anything wrong with that?”

Devin shakes his head.  “Not as long as we remember you have a husband.”

Courtney laughs coldly.  “How can I ever forget?  My parents forced me to marry him because they thought he’d be able to control me.”

Devin figured she was lying.  “They forced you.  That’s illegal, isn’t it?  Just leave him. You have your rights.”

“I can’t.  No other means of subsistence.”

“Get a job,” Devin said.

“No thanks, I’m too lazy.”

He grins.  “At least you’re honest about that.”

A strange glint comes into her brown eyes, but it disappears almost immediately.  “Thanks,” Courtney said dryly.

“Don’t mention it,” Devin said with equal dryness.

Courtney stands on one leg mostly, the other one sticking out at an angle like a fashion model. Somehow, it doesn’t look appealing to him.

“Hey…” Courtney said suddenly.  “You … feel like having some fun?”

Devin rubs his chin.  “I suppose you mean psycho-sexual fun?”

Courtney laughs.  “What else?”

“Sorry, sounds like a blast, but I have a date,” he said, hoping Courtney would get the hint.

Her eyes become clouded.  “Stay here, Devin.  I’ll do more for you than any other woman ever will.”

There’s nothing to do but open the door, which he does.  “Go home…” Devin said softly.  “Your husband is calling.”

There was a sudden hostile look on her face, and then it was gone. ‘This woman can change from one mood to another very quickly,’ Devin thought. Courtney shrugged and moved past him through the doorway.

“OK, Devin, you don’t know what you’re missing.  Let me tell you something: I’ll get to you yet, and you’ll love it.”

Devin said nothing; he closed the door after she left with a sigh. Then he went to pour a stiff drink he badly needed. The door opened again suddenly. Courtney stood there, her blouse and bra off and in her hand.

Look at me…” Courtney shouts.  “You ever see a pair of tits like these?”

Before Devin can move or say anything, Courtney disappears from view.  The man stands motionless for a moment and then closes the door.  Shaking his head and not knowing whether to laugh or cry, Devin pours a scotch and tosses it down.  He then has another.

“What a nutter,” Devin mutters.  “I thought Amy’s a bit dick crazy, but she’s an angel compared to this bitch.”

‘Amy isn’t a psycho. Therefore, she’s not sexually aggressive like Courtney,’ Devin thought.  ‘Amy might seem slutty to some people; promiscuous is the word, but she’s not fucking crazyI better get going before Courtney comes back.’

*****

Some thirty minutes later, Devin’s in his car driving toward Third Avenue, the street on which Amy’s apartment house is located.  He parks in front of the curb and enters the building, going up to the second floor.  The man knocks on her door, and Amy opens it immediately.

“Oh, hi,” Amy said, smiling.  “I had an idea you might drop over tonight.” She spins around on a heel.  “So I’m all dressed and ready for you, Devin.”

“Hi, Amy,” Devin said, grinning.

Undressed seems to be a more appropriate word for it.  Amy wears only a tiny miniskirt and a bra that’s next to nothing.  The sexy blonde closes the door, takes his hand, and, standing on her toes, kisses his mouth quickly.

“I’m so glad you came,” she said.

“I’m so glad we met last Saturday night,” Devin said warmly

“So am I.  We had fun yesterday morning.  At least, I did.”

Up until now, Devin hadn’t seen the other woman present. His mouth hangs open as Devin glances at her swiftly. The strange woman is about the same age as Amy, early twenties, and has red hair and a build as good as the beautiful blonde. The redhead, too, has a look of lust in her eyes, as did Amy. ‘What have I stumbled into?’ Devin wonders.

Amy sees him staring at the redhead.  “Oh … Devin … this is Katie Shrivell, a friend of mine.”

“Hello, Katie,” Devin said with a smile.

Katie smiled at him from across the room, where she apparently had been staring out the window.  “Hi,” Katie said.  “Amy has been telling me all about you.”

“Such as what?” he asks with a grin.

Katie grins back.  “I’d better not say.  Amy would get mad at me.”

“Katie…” Amy said, “I’m sorry, I can’t go to the club with you tonight for obvious reasons.”

The redhead crosses the room, stops by the door, and stares Devin up and down in an appraising manner.

“I don’t blame you, Amy.  If I had a chunk of beef like him, I wouldn’t go to the club, either.” She winks at Devin.  “Goodbye, Devin. See you around.”

Devin grins again.  “Sure…” he said, “The sooner, the better.”

“Hey, you two, stop hitting on each other in front of me,” Amy shouts.

“Sorry,” Katie said.  “Can’t help it, Amy.  You know me.”

The redhead winks at Devin again and leaves.  He lights a cigarette without thinking to offer Amy a smoke.  Devin seems delightfully confused for the moment.  All these sexy girls he has run into in the last day or so are enough to make any man delightfully confused.

“Hey, Devin,” Amy said, getting his attention.  “You’re looking good today.”

“Thanks, you look pretty hot yourself.”

Amy sighs.  “Why don’t you kiss me?”

He takes her in his arms and kisses Amy wetly on the mouth, releasing her after a long moment.  The blonde brushes her hair back.

“Whew, who taught you to kiss that way?”

“My mom,” he said flippantly.

Some mom…” Amy said, rolling her eyes, “How about a drink?”

“Make it a double; I’ve had a weird day.”

“I’ll make it a triple.  I have dark, sinister plans for you.”

Oh… Such as what?”

Amy arches her brows as she pours him straight bourbon.  “That’d be telling, Devin.”

He takes the glass out of her hand. “Tell me anyway.”

“I don’t think I’d better,” Amy said slowly.  “You might leave.”

“Try me,” he said, taking a sip of the bourbon.

The blonde pours a drink for herself.  “No, I’ll just let you find out a little at a time.”

C’mon…” Devin said, grinning at her.  “Tell me…You’ve got me curious as all fuck.  What is it you have planned for me?”

Amy lifts her glass to her mouth and drinks all of the booze in one gulp.  Her eyes water briefly as she turns to look at the man.  “Can’t tell you, but I can show you.”

“All right, show me,” Devin said, setting his glass down.

“We have to go to the bedroom…”

“Let’s go.  Like I said, I’m curious as hell.”

Amy moves away from him, her hips swaying nicely, and Devin follows her into the bedroom.  The blonde shoves her panties down without removing the miniskirt.  Lying across the bed, Amy lifts her skirt, placing her hand over her pussy.

“Now, do you know what I have planned, Devin?” Amy asks, her voice husky.

He moistens his lips.  “Yes, I think I know what you have in mind.”

Her eyes take on a look of wild lust as she removes her hand, exposing her pussy to his gaze.

“Will you get on your knees, Devin?  Please?  I must have you kiss me there.”

*****

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