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"You, but you got, um..." Mickey sputtered, pointing to Lori's chest. "My dad's a plastic surgeon," Lori reminded Mickey, thrusting her chest out. "You, uh, you still got..." Mickey asked. "A cock? Yes," Lori agreed. "Great. Just God damned great," Mickey said, frowning. "Finally get a girl here, doesn't think Timmy's greatest God damned thing in the world and turns out she's not even a girl?" "Thank you God!" Mickey yelled at the ceiling. "Thank you! I don't know why you got keep shitting on me, but Jesus Christ, really? What's next, God?" Mickey left the dining room, entered his bedroom and slammed the door shut. He proceeded to the bathroom and slammed that door as well. Lori let out her breath and reflected that it had actually gone a little better than she had expected. She sipped her drink, then carried both glasses to the coffee table. She put his glass on a coaster on the table, then sat near the lamp. She took another sip of her drink. While Lori was sipping her drink, Mickey was muttering angrily to himself. With a forceful grunt, he voided bladder and bowels. "God, really? REALLY?" Mickey muttered as he washed his hands. "Find a girl likes me and she's not really a girl?" Then he felt guilty for his reaction. Mickey reminded himself, it had obviously taken a great deal of courage for Lori, or Josh, or whatever, it had taken a great deal of courage to 'expose' herself to him. He wondered what had made her decide to do such, expose herself, open herself to possible anger, possible retaliation, possible rejection. Why had she decided he, Michael Theriot was the one to reveal her secret to? "And it's not possible rejection, asshole," Mickey muttered, opening the door of his bathroom. "You yelled and then stormed out. You DID reject her." Mickey was surprised that Lori was still in the apartment. She nodded with her pretty head toward his glass and Mickey flopped down on the couch. He picked up the glass and took a deep gulp of the drink. "You okay?" Lori asked. "No," Mickey sighed, looking away from her. "I mean, damn it! I really liked you and..." "And? You can still like me," Lori said, putting her small hand on Mickey's right thigh. "But, how would this work? How could it? I mean, shit! I'm not gay," Mickey sputtered. "And? I'm not either," Lori said. She did notice, Mickey had not removed her hand from his thigh. Lori rubbed his leg gently, studying his face. She gave him a soft smile. "Mickey, I'm not gay. I'm a girl," Lori whispered. She put her glass onto a coaster and slid over on the couch. Mickey took a sip of his own drink. Lori took Mickey's glass from his hand and put it onto another coaster. She then put his hand onto the top of her left breast. She held it there, even as he struggled to pull away. She then gently pulled his face and kissed him. She licked his lips and he opened his mouth to protest. "Mm, oh," Lori moaned as she sucked his tongue into her mouth. Mickey felt her warm, soft skin underneath his hand. He felt her soft hand pressing his hand into her warm, soft flesh. He felt the firmness of her breast. He smelled her soft, feminine perfume, felt her soft lips, felt her soft tongue caressing his tongue. He felt her warm hand touching his thigh, close to his swelling cock. His cock grew to full hardness and became painfully trapped in his boxers. Mickey grunted as Lori's hand travelled upward, closer to his cock. "You can still like me, Michael," Lori whispered, releasing his tongue. "I know I like you." She studied his face. Her small hand touched the tent in his jeans and travelled upward, rubbing the head of his stiff member. Lori smiled happily when Mickey leaned forward and touched her lips with his. She opened her mouth for his tongue. "Mmph!" Mickey grunted when Lori unzipped his jeans. "Mm, oh Michael, that's nice," Lori cooed as his right hand caressed her breasts, his left hand coming around to encircle her waist. She reached into his open jeans and rubbed his throbbing cock through his cotton boxers. With a grunt, Mickey doubled over and spurted heavily into his boxers. "Did you, oh you did!" Lori gasped, feeling the warm stickiness under the palm of her hand. She kissed Mickey passionately, still rubbing his cock through the quite sticky shorts. She then unsnapped his jeans. "Come on, Michael, let's get you out of those," Lori ordered. She slid to the floor and unlaced his tennis shoes. Mickey sat, unsure of what had happened, unsure of what to do. "And..." Lori said, removing shoes and socks. "Oh, a man that keeps his toenails trimmed. I like that." Lori then rose onto her knees, in between Mickey's slightly spread legs. She reached up and tugged at his jeans and boxers. "Hey, I uh, Lori, uh," Mickey started to protest. His protests were cut short by a forceful kiss. Her small hands cupped his face and she backed her head away. Her brown eyes studied his brown eyes for a moment. Then she sank to sit on her heels. Mickey allowed his jeans and boxers to be dragged down and off. Then Lori spread Mickey's legs a little further apart. She gripped his semi-erect cock in her small hand and stroked it for a moment. Mickey's cock immediately responded, rising to full hardness. Lori leaned her pretty face forward, opened her mouth, and flicked her tongue around the uncircumcised slab of meat in her hand. She worked her tongue between foreskin and head, tasting Mickey's earlier ejaculation. She shivered; she truly enjoyed the taste of a man's semen. Opening her mouth wide, Lori sank her mouth over the head of Mickey's cock, swallowing him down. Her tongue continued to swirl around, teasing his flesh. Her small hand continued to stroke his shaft. She marveled at the thickness of him. She shivered again; she loved the velvety soft skin, the firm flesh of a man's hard cock. Her other hand hefted Mickey's large, hairy balls. She 'weighed' the orbs in her small hand, judging that they must hold a goodly amount of semen. "Oh God," Lori cried out. The cry was muffled by Mickey's cock entering her throat. She shuddered again as her own cock jerked and twitched wildly. Her hot semen flooded her satin panties. "Oh my God, I've never..." Lori gasped out, pulling her mouth off of Mickey's cock. "Never..." Mickey asked, voice strangled. "I just came," Lori explained, her hands still working Mickey's cock and balls. "Sucking your cock, I just came." "Huh," Mickey said. "That, I mean, not that I've done this a lot, but I've, that's never happened before," Lori said. "Huh," Mickey commented again, unsure of what else to say. "Mm, means you're pretty special, Michael Theriot," Lori said and again took Mickey's cock into her mouth. Her panties were now sticky with her cooling semen. Lori undid the thin belt and shoved khakis and panties down, exposing her still quite hard cock to the chilled air in Mickey's apartment. She swallowed Mickey down her gulping throat, bobbing her head up and down a few times. The hand she'd been using to stroke his cock, she now lowered to her own cock. She stroked herself a few times. With a shock, she realized, she was ready to ejaculate again. She pinched down and twisted the base of her cock, staving off the crisis. "Lori, I, I'm not, Lori, I'm about to..." Mickey warned. "Mm hmm, yes," Lori mumbled, bobbing her head up and down. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked hard on his cock. She felt the first spurt in her throat. She pulled her head back up, holding the head of his cock just inside of her mouth. "Mm, oh God yes," Lori mumbled as Mickey's spunk filled her mouth. Lori sucked and stroked Mickey's cock. She milked him until his spurts had ceased. Then she sat back on her heels and gripped her own cock. She pumped her erection furiously, then grunted as she spurted into the palm of her hand. "Oh God yes," Lori hissed, spurting her load. Then she licked her palm clean of her semen. For several long moments, both Lori and Mickey sat, both breathing hard. "You, we okay?" Lori asked, slowly rising to her feet. "Huh? What you mean?" Mickey asked as Lori said to his right again. "I mean, are we okay? You and me? We're okay?" Lori asked, grabbing her half empty Peppermint Lori. "I still, I don't get what you mean," Mickey said. "I just sucked your dick," Lori snapped, angered at his lack of comprehension. "Minute ago, you're all freaked out 'cause I used be a boy, then I sucked your dick." "Oh," Mickey said, grabbing his own drink. "Oh?" Lori said, draining her glass. Lori set her empty glass down with a 'thump.' Mickey set his own glass down, then slid a little closer to Lori. "Yeah, I uh, yeah, we're okay," Mickey said and kissed Lori's lips. For a moment, Lori froze. Then she melted into the kiss. She shivered as she felt Mickey's hand touching her breasts. His hand slid down to her exposed cock. "Mmph!" Lori cried out into Mickey's mouth as Mickey's hand came in contact with her semi-erect cock. "I uh, um, I, the bed, bedroom's probably better than uh, than this couch," Mickey brazenly suggested. "I bet it is," Lori agreed. Mickey stood, then helped her to her feet. He made sure the front door was locked, then held Lori's hand as they approached his bedroom. In his bedroom, Mickey removed his shirt, the only clothing he wore. Lori smiled and rubbed his slender chest and abdomen, her lips pressed against his. Then she undressed, hard cock bobbing and swaying. Both in their bare feet, Lori was just a few inches shorter than Mickey. Their hard cocks rubbed against each other as they again embraced and kissed. Her 32C breasts were capped with light brown areolae, dotted with hard nipples. Mashed against his chest, they felt natural, with the right amount of give to them. Mickey's hands went up to the two orgs. "Mm hmm," Lori gave her approval. They kissed again and Lori sank onto the bed. She pulled Mickey onto the bed and kissed him deeply. "I uh, I, okay, what do we, what do I do now?" Mickey admitted. "I don't know," Lori laughed. "All my other times? Were in the back seat." "Oh. Okay, you uh, you said you're parked in the Visitor's space?" Mickey asked. Lori looked at him for a moment. She then burst into peals of laughter. She punched him on the arm. "I, you can say 'no' you want to, but uh, we do sixty nine?" Lori requested. "I uh, yeah, sure," Mickey agreed. With a few more kisses, they crawled to lie in the center of the bed. Lori kissed him, pushing Mickey to lie on his back. She hovered above him for a moment, gently sucking on his bottom lip. Then she wiggled around. Suddenly, there was a hard cock millimeters away from his face, fat helmet shiny with Lori's excitement. There was just a crinkled patch of carrot orange pubic hair above her hard cock; her heavy balls appeared to be hairless. "Oh!" Mickey gulped as he felt Lori's mouth wrapping around the head of his cock. He reached out with shaking hand and gripped Lori's hard cock. She jerked slightly at the contact. "You big giant homo; this, you're about to suck another guy's dick," Mickey chastised himself. "Mm, oh Mickey," Lori sighed, voice a throaty breath. Mickey shut his eyes and stretched his mouth open wide. He guided Lori's cock into his mouth, using his hand to pull her closer. The taste of Lori's cock was that of her excitement, salty, bitter, and of sweat. Mickey used his hand to pull more of Lori's cock into his mouth. Lori again swallowed Mickey's cock down to the patch of curly brown hair. She began to hum, sending shivers through Mickey's cock. "Happy birthday to you," Mickey started to hum as he pulled more of Lori's thick meat into his mouth. "Oh God yes," Lori mumbled, pulling her head back up. "Oh Michael, yes." Mickey gagged when the head of Lori's cock bumped the back of his throat. Lori backed off, then slowly pushed forward again. "Mmph!" Mickey objected, again gagging. "Oh shit!" Lori called out and began pumping her semen into Mickey's mouth. Mickey tasted the first spurts of Lori's semen. It was salty, bitter, and the texture was unpleasant. He wanted to spit it out, but swallowed it instead. She hunched her hips, pumping her cock in and out of his mouth as stream after stream of her semen filled his mouth. "Oh Michael, oh God yes," Lori gasped when her cock finally quit spurting. She swung her leg over and lay down, small hand still pumping Mickey's cock. She then bent and took his cock into her mouth again. "Mm hmm," Lori agreed as Mickey ran his hand up and down her pale back. Mickey looked at her pale back, down to her sweetly rounded bubble butt. He reached his hand further down and fondled her buttocks. "Mm hmm!" Lori agreed. She reached down and pulled her right buttock upward, affording him easy access to her light brown rosebud. Mickey went a finger in his mouth and traced around her tightly clenched anus. "Mm hmm, yes," Lori hissed and swallowed Mickey's cock again. Lori bobbed her head up and down a few times, stroking his cock almost frantically. She shuddered as Mickey forced a second finger into her rectum. "You want fuck my ass?" Lori asked, pulling her mouth off of Mickey's cock. That was all it took to send a geyser of semen jetting out of Mickey's cock. The first blast struck Lori on the cheek. She squealed, but managed to get her mouth back over the head of Mickey's cock for the rest of his spurts. When she released his cock, Lori crawled up and kissed Mickey. He jammed his tongue into her mouth, unmindful of the fact that her mouth had just swallowed his semen. "You uh, you staying?" Mickey asked. "Why my toothbrush's in my purse," Lori admitted. Mickey had never slept in the nude before. But he'd never slept with a beautiful red head before either. "Good night, Michael," Lori said quietly. "Why you call me 'Michael?' Everyone else just calls me Mickey," Mickey asked. "Mickey's a little boy's name," Lori said. She snuggled against him, her breasts rubbing deliciously against his chest and arm. She kissed him softly. "And, you're not a boy, Michael. You a man. You my man," Lori whispered in the dark. Michael told her 'Good night' and tried to settle down. Again, she wiggled, mashing her breasts against him. "Oh! Hey, any, uh anyone else know you uh, you used be..." Michael suddenly blurted out. "Mr. Thibodaux, but he's the only one," Lori assured Michael. "Actually? He and my dad are real good friends. How I got the job." In the morning, Lori stretched languidly. She felt the bed, then frowned, disappointed. Michael wasn't in bed with her. Then she smelled coffee. She wiggled out of bed and scampered to the bathroom. Her panties were hanging over the shower rod. She didn't remember putting them there and she frowned. They felt damp to the touch and she realized, Michael must have hand washed them, then hung them to dry. "Oh, my man," Lori sighed. She brushed her teeth and left the bathroom. Opening the door of the bedroom, she saw Michael sliding something into the oven. There was a mug of coffee and a glass of orange juice on the counter. "Good morning," Lori said. Hey! Good morning, beautiful," Michael said. He pulled her into the kitchen then kissed her. He indicated the coffee creamer and the sugar and she prepared her coffee, two spoons of creamer, no sugar. A sip of the orange juice revealed that it was a screwdriver, laced with Nulough's regular vodka. "Mm, thank you," Lori said, guzzling down half of the glass. She squealed when Michael picked her up and put her onto the counter. Her buttocks came in contact with the cool Formica and she squealed again. "Shush," Michael smiled, kissing her. He then bent and took one nipple into his mouth. His hand reached down and cupped her fat balls, squeezing them gently. "Michael Theriot, what are, just what do you think you are doing?" Lori demanded in a mock-stern voice. She ceased her monologue when Michael's mouth descended over her cockhead. She combed her fingers through Michael's thick brown hair as he pleasured her with his hot sucking mouth. "Mm, oh Michael," she moaned. She filled his mouth with her spunk. Michael swallowed the first few spurts, then held the rest in his mouth. Releasing her cock, he brought his mouth to hers and they shared her semen. After the vegetarian quiche he'd made, they again retired to the bedroom. Lori guzzled her third screwdriver, then demanded Michael screw drive her. She got on hands and knees, presenting her beautifully rounded backside. Michael found the tube of lubricant in her purse and greased up a finger. "Ooh, yes," Lori hissed as Michael's finger worked into her hole. Michael fingered Lori's tight hole for a few moments before adding a second finger. "Yes, oh yes, yes Michael," Lori panted, driving herself back to meet his forward thrusts. After his ring finger joined his middle and index finger, Lori panted that she was ready. Michael greased his cock, then used both hands to pull Lori's buttocks wide. Her greasy little hole winked at him and Michael groaned. Lori squealed as Michael's hot semen splattered onto the back of her thighs, over her hairless balls. Michael groaned and pumped a second stream of semen onto her hanging balls and cock. "Uh, oh God," Lori groaned and sprayed the bedsheets with her own ejaculation. Stroking himself, Michael soon had his cock ready again. He used one hand to pull her buttock, the other hand to guide himself to her. They both groaned as his cockhead made contact with her puckered rectum. "Mm, oh Michael," Lori gasped. "God, Lori," Michael groaned, pushing forward. His foreskin curled back, forming a fat ridge underneath the crown of his helmet. Lori squealed as she felt the thick ridge sliding into her. "Ugh, oh Michael, oh Baby," Lori groaned as his head and foreskin rested just inside of her. "Uh huh," Michael grunted, teeth tightly clenched. "Ugh, oh!" Lori cried out as the head and foreskin pushed past her tightly clenched sphincter. She could feel his cockhead, feel the flared ridge, feel the thick foreskin rasping, rubbing against the walls of her rectum. She shuddered, gasped, then sprayed Michael's bedsheets with a second forceful ejaculation. "Mm, augh!" Michael cried out as Lori's hole squeezed him almost painfully. "Oh good God yes Michael, fuck me," Lori cried out, driving her bubble butt backward. "Augh!" Michael cried out a second time, burying his cock to the hilt inside of Lori's hole. Lori whimpered as Michael began to pull himself out of her. She gasped, grunted and shook as he plunged into her again. Sweat rolled off of Michael's back and chest as he plunged his cock in and out of Lori's tight hole. She cried, whimpered, groaned and begged Michael to fuck her. "Augh, oh shit, oh God," Michael cried out and pumped a stream of semen into Lori's tight anal sheath. "Oh yes, oh Baby," Lori cried out, using one hand to stroke her cock frantically. Exhausted, they again slept. The need to evacuate her bowels roused Lori from her slumber. Hunger roused Michael a moment later and he reheated the rest of the quiche for their lunch. "No more booze; I need be able drive home," Lori smiled when Michael indicated the three bottles of Nulough's Vodka. "Oh. Oh, okay," Michael said. "Okay, I know you can cook Chinese, and you do a pretty good quiche," Lori said as she stood at the door of the apartment. "What else can you cook?" "I uh, I do a pretty good lasagna," Michael admitted. "Next Friday?" Lori asked, giving him a steamy kiss. "Mm hmm," Michael agreed. Monday morning, Yvette looked over at Lori, almost giggling when they heard the squeaking of the mail cart. Lori unbuttoned a button on her blouse, thrusting her chest out.