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Featured Author - April Australopith Story of the week: View past Author's of the Month |
"I, like, still can't find your song," she half-smiled, half-pouted. "Touch me again." "Can't touch you right now," Perry said. "My hands." He was now holding an awkward armload of magazines. "Uh—you know, I want some romantic music—like 'Adorn,' by Miguel." "You know the rules," grinned Lazy Phone. "No touchy, no Miguely." Perry strained to rub his elbow against the stoner girl's belly. It was so inviting… he'd have his hands free in a minute—oops! Perry's armload of magazines fell to the floor. "Hah! You fail, bitch!" grinned Lazy Phone. "I'll just sing it. 'These liiiips,'" she began. Lazy Phone couldn't sing to save her gynoid life, but that never stopped her from trying. "Theesseee lipss…. can't wait to taste your skin. And this body, boy… I wanna drape it on ya…" Her breath, redolent of hash smoke, hung over Perry as she sang. She paused for a moment, leaned really close, smiled coolly, and pressed a finger against the tip of Perry's nose. "Boop," she said—less a mechanical bleep than a spoken word, like Betty Boop's surname. "Fully recharged." She glanced over to where, on the far side of the couch, a small cable ran from her hip to the wall. Perry sat for a moment, enjoying her closeness and her clueless invasion of space. "Fully recharged. Unplug me, man," she said, half a whine, half a command. Perry tried to lean past her to reach for the cord, but lost his balance and fell onto her lap. "Sorry." "Fuck you," she said with a teasing grin. "You're disobedient, dude. Hah!" As Perry lay over her, she began to laugh and pat out a rhythm on his back with her hands. She was remarkably intuitive as to what felt good. But then—ouch! She pinched him gently on the back of the neck, too. |
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