Whenever I'm actually on a date with Cad, I usually struggle why I bother to accompany him at all. He's quite good looking, but it's impossible to carry a conversation with him, he's rather dim. He usually talks about sports, or something, I dunno. I tend to look at my phone more than him to be honest. When we get back to his flat though, I find that I'm able to focus a little better.
I wake up on Monday to find that I have to be at lecture in 10 bloody minutes.
"Oh shit, sorry Cad, but I have to be at class like, now!"
"Aw you can skip it like! We've 'ad a good night there what you say we drag it out yeah?"
"Sorry, but I need this for review!"
I jumped out and had a quick shower. I didn't have any time to think. I just gave myself a quick rinse, dry and brush. When I came out in my towel, I could hear his phone going back on the hook.
"There we are, nothin' to fuss about. Mike 'l be here real quick"
"Oh, thanks for that, I'll go wait outside."
"Ah, no need for that. Like I said, a quick one for the road yeah?"
I figured that at this point, I might as well. I probably wouldn't see him until after my exams anyhow.
He brought his mouth all over my body as I lay there; my forehead, my neck, chest, stomach, inner thigh. Cad knew where to touch me, and it never got old. He knew where all my buttons were, and where to press them.
He kneaded into my stomach muscles deeply, something I've always loved. Something I was glad to have discover from Cad of all people. He was the least inventive, least creative person I knew, except when it came to bedroom activities.
He entered me, and he performed the glide. His grip intensified, and my insides tightened around him. My body almost started to vibrate as the doorbell rang.
"Hhh- Haa- Shit, that's... Mike.. Ah!"
"Don't worry, he can wait. Agh! Here."
Cad must have come up with something new. Just as my orgasm started, he must have pressed some sort of pressure point, as a cold ring of sorts went around my neck. Then a peeling as my vision fell backwards.
"Ahh!!!" Cad finished me off as I fell backwards. Somehow I fell backwards.
"Oh shit, I need to get to class. Damnit I need to get dressed." But somehow, my body didn't react properly. Cad must have properly exhausted me again.
"Don't worry love, here."
My vision got messed up again. As I tried to make sense of it, I was suddenly outside on the welcome mat laying underneath Mike.
"Holy shit. Your head is..."
"Oh dear."
I was still in shock. The door opened behind me and I heard a light tap. "Here you 'ar"
"What was that?"
"Oh, Cad went to grab your glasses. How are you alive?"
"What time is it?"
"8:50 or so, what of it?"
"I'M GOING TO BE LATE!"
"I've got a car today. Still. How are you alive?"
All I could think about for the whole ride was what sort of questions I'd ask the prof regarding Engels theories on the working class. It wasn't terribly difficult, but there were so many ways to expand on it that I wasn't paying any attention to my surroundings.
I started to come to my senses - sort of - as I was carried through the hallways. A lot of people kept staring at me, but I hadn't been bothered by it quite yet. I was late for a lecture!
Mike set me down next to him on table. It felt weird, the coldness of the plastic Ikea table went around and inside my neck. I started to realize that I only existed as a head in that moment, but I couldn't be very bothered by it. I was still alive, and if Cad did this, he could probably somehow fix it later on.
"So... Are you okay, An?"
"Yes, yes, perfectly fine. Can't you see I'm listening? Shit I can't write at the moment, lend me your notes after class."
"...Yeah."
Today, the prof was discussing the ideas of Peter Kropotkin, who had apparently been the first to publish the idea (in great detail) of the four-day work week. It seemed totally bonkers at the time, but I don't feel particularly unusual for not having school on Thursdays.
He published a book titled "Mutual Aid", wherein he put in several anarcho-communist ideas into a language that would have been favoured by social Darwinists, who usually preferred hardline capitalism. He argued that our mutual desire for survival would trump the needs of the individual, as we'd discover that it's easier to survive when you have many others around to support you.
He also wrote "The Conquest of Bread", where he points out the well known problems of capitalism, in that it creates artificial scarcity, unnecessary competition and promotes uneven status among the people. But his main argument was for an economic system where - if there was more than enough to go around, like any modern, economically developed state - that there should be no real obstacle in distributing everything to everyone. Prices and false scarcity are man made concepts that only exist in our heads.
"So... Are there any questions?"
Shit, I don't have a hand. "Hey Mike, raise your hand for me please." I saw him making a confused sort of expression in the corner of my eye.
"...Yes?"
Shit, I don't have a hand. "Hey Mike, raise your hand for me please." I saw him making a confused sort of expression in the corner of my eye.
"...Yes?"
"Will this be on the test next week?"
"Uh..." He paused for an unusually long time. I could actually hear a pin drop, somewhere in the room.
"It will but... Are you okay dear? How are you still alive?"
"Oh, pish-posh, don't worry abou AH!"
I heard a couple chairs shift and squeak. Several murmurs bounced around the room.
"Hell," I whispered to Mike. "I think Cad is teasing me, I can feel- GASP" More whispers. I was making a lot of noise. Suddenly my perspective got thrown around again.
"Lets take a break, shall we?" Mike told me as he cradled my head in what must have been his intertwined fingers, his thumbs were between my eyes and ears. I heard the professor thank him as the door closed behind us.
Bam*
Mike had brought me to the disabled lavatory, quickly pulled out a bunch of toilet paper and set me on top of the closed seat.
"What the hell Mike? I need to hear the rest of that!"
"No you don't, you need to hear me. What the hell is going on? Where's the rest of you?"
"Ugh, I don't know. I had a quick one with Cad just before you picked me up."
"Yeah, but having sex doesn't simply cause one to fall apart."
"I don't bloody know, and I don't bloody care. I'm sure Mike can fix- AH!!" My moan echoed off of the tiles.
"Mike! I can feel my body!"
"I think I know what's happening, If I can believe it..."
I exhaled again, deeply. I could feel my arms and legs moving against his. He teased my sensitive spots as he always did. I was getting all of the physical and none of the emotional.
"Mike... I need you to do something for me. I- Oh.."
"You're starting to sweat a bit." He gently slid my glasses off and patted my forehead. My cheeks got hot all of a sudden, and I could hear my heartbeat in my ears.
"I... I guess I am a bit. Makes sense doesn't it? Yah!!!" Cad entered me, somewhere he did, at least. I couldn't respond much, it was like my body had a fraction of the usual sensation and response.
"Can you... Take your pants down?"
"Well, I suppose I can do you one last favour, but you owe me."
"I'm a head for fucks sake!"
"That's fine, I can take some head." He knew I needed this. I just can't fuck doing nothing, it frustrated me that I wouldn't be able to act like I usually did when Cad has his way. Good thing Mike is always there when Cad isn't, whatever the context.
"That's fine, I can take some head." He knew I needed this. I just can't fuck doing nothing, it frustrated me that I wouldn't be able to act like I usually did when Cad has his way. Good thing Mike is always there when Cad isn't, whatever the context.
Mike lifted me up as he sat down on the seat, dropping his drawers completely and teasing my lips with his member. It twitched as I licked the frenulum. God, it's so much better when you can see the other person.
I went all around it, but Mike kept teasing me, keeping me only within tongue distance. "CMON MIKE!"
He moved me forwards, so much that my lips could tickle the spot where his scrotum met the rest of his kit. My perspective shifted yet again, as the world was flipped upside down, and right side up, and upside down. I heard his belt jingle has he stood up slightly, pushed himself into me, and I felt the viscous liquid coat my throat as his rod became hot. He kept me there for a few moments as I experienced my own orgasm from however many miles away; it took all sorts of willpower to not bite Mikes dick off. I could feel his heartbeat on my tongue and lips as it started to finally slow down.
Soon, Mike had cleaned me up in the sink, and patted me down. He took his jacket off and set me on my side, in his lap.
"That feels really nice, actually..." He was stroking the flat skin on the stump of my neck.
"You felt nice."
"I feel a little bad. For neglecting you; I'm sorry Mike."
"You neglect a lot of things."
I absorbed the sound of skin sliding against skin, my sensitive neck.
"I guess I'm a little selfish..."
"A little?"
"...Sorry."
Gently lifted me up and kissed me. Better at kissing than Cad, to be honest. He set me down on the back of my head, looking up at him.
"Maybe it's time for me to turn over a new leaf. After all, there's enough of me to go around."
Our laughs echoed in the walls of the lavatory.