Happy Story Orgy™ MondaySunday!
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Yes...if you want to get technical today is Sunday, not Monday.
Well...I could give you a list of excuses...or you can look at the
pretty—and almost 4k word (OMG lol) scene I'm giving you today as my apology
for being almost a week late...and yes—there is a post for tomorrow too...lol
So...for people new to my story – this is the continuation to a
story I wrote many years ago with the Story Orgy called Farewell. It does
reference a quickie I wrote with Dwight and Pip for Easter also...that quickie
unfortunately is not available right now...I am in the process of cleaning it
up and getting it posted for those who haven't read it or would like to reread
it... :)
This week's prompt: He stood up abruptly. "I've had
enough."
And
now for your reading pleasure…
Farewells & Greetings
pt. 4
copyright © 2014 Havan Fellows
Not having any idea where Pip was driving them—and
kind of afraid to ask—Dwight smoothed his hands down the simple polo shirt he
chose to wear with his cargo shorts. The weather was warming up nicely and Pip
assured him that shorts was appropriate attire for their second date.
He wondered if he'd have a say in when their third
date happened, considering he wasn't in the loop with the first and second
ones.
"I never took you for the vain type."
Dwight head shot up and he looked at Pip, who was
smirking at him as they sat at a red light. "What?"
"My little freckle pop, that's the fifth time you
straightened your shirt. Either you're worried about your clothing, or trying
to make me jealous. I'm kinda hoping that your vanity is the problem because I
can handle dating someone as pretty as me, but I don't do well with jealousy.
If you're going to continue rubbing your hands up and down that enticing chest,
lingering over those budding nipples...well, we might have to go round a
few."
Dwight looked down at himself. Enticing chest? His
cheeks heated up in a blush when he realized that his shirt was indeed on the
smaller side and showing off pebbled nipples. He quickly crossed his arms over
them defensively.
"Well, you keep it too cold in this...this
behemoth."
Considering he'd never actually seen Pip drive, Dwight
just assumed they'd take his car on this second date. Needless to say he was
slightly shocked when Pip led him down the street from his townhouse to a
monster of a station wagon parked in the community lot. Pip's wagon wasn't one
of the short ones either, it was one of the older models with the extra long
back end.
Pip gasped dramatically. "Behemoth? This is a
nineteen eighty-three Mercury Grand Marquis Colony Park Country Squire station
wagon."
Dwight blinked at Pip as he made a right turn. "A
Mercury Marquis Colony Squire what?"
Winking at Dwight as he straightened the long vehicle,
Pip chuckled. "Yeah, it's a mouthful, just the way I like it. This baby is
in tip top form, also..."
Dwight sucked in his pooch of a gut as he muttered,
"Hope that's not the way you like it, also."
Embarrassed he verbalized those thoughts, Dwight
thanked god that Pip either didn't hear him or chose not to reply as he pulled
into the parking lot of a plain white building with a simple carved sign over
the entrance.
As they unbuckled and exited the behemoth, Dwight stood
up and announced, "Okay I've had enough mystery, where are we?" He
turned in his spot and observed the neighborhood. This was an older part of
town that seemed to be on the cusp of some serious restructuring, if this
building and a few others around it were anything to go by. Most of the
storefronts and free standing structures were empty, with huge yellowed papers
taped to the insides of their windows; but the few businesses that were open
for business wore fresh coats of paint, newly designed signs of all types and a
warm welcoming feel.
Dwight heard a loud screeching noise and turned to
glance at the building directly across the street from where they were located.
"I think that's a jigsaw...not to be confused
with the Jigsaw of the capital J which causes a whole nother type of
screeching. Both have their benefits." Pip met him on the passenger side
of the wagon and rested his hand on the back of Dwight's neck, causing every
muscle in that vicinity to flare up with awareness.
Dwight shook his head in confusion—a gesture that was
becoming habit around this man—and looked up at Pip. "Jigsaw from that
horror movie? How does he have benefits?"
"Oh that's an easy one"—he leaned in and
mock whispered with his lips close to Dwight's ear—"just like me with
you." He straightened back up and chuckled. "Picture this, I take you
to a Saw movie, what are they, on number twenty now or something? Anyway, I
take you there on our third date, you get scared, jump into my lap, and I
benefit."
"You are not taking me to see Saw on our third
date."
Pip nodded his head once. "Duly noted, we will be having a third date. You drive a
hard bargain, freckle pop." He gestured to the noisy building across the
street, "They’re turning that one into a hookah lounge, that one over
there is being contracted for an upscale boutique and right beside it—the one
with the awning—that's gonna be a family run dessert café. I'm hoping they keep
the awning, it adds character, don't ya think?" Pip pointed to different
locations that were evidently under remodel.
On that note he spun Dwight around and ushered him to
the double glass doors of the building they parked in front of. There were
definitely over a dozen cars here, maybe even two dozen. Whatever place this
was seemed to be doing fairly well, Dwight would guess.
"The sign and doors are staying, but this
exterior is in dire need of color. It's on my list." Pip nonchalantly
commented as he reached for one of the ornate glass doors.
Dwight stopped, noting that the doors really looked
out of place on such a plain looking building. They were thick frosted glass
with very intricate roses etched deep into them. The roses had trace amounts of
color in them—a delicate blush tint—while the stems were touched with a hint of
green. The glass was framed by brushed pewter metal with matching elongated vertical
curved door handles.
"Wow." Dwight muttered the only word that
came to mind as he stared at the doors. He couldn't help it, they just gave him
a happy type of feeling.
Pip caressed the doors like an illicit lover. "They
just adore when they get that reaction. Makes them blush."
Finally Dwight glanced above the doors to the sign,
wondering what type of establishment they were heading into.
Rose Colored Hands
"Um...what is this place, Pip?"
"A good place for a second date." Pip
ushered him into the building and up to a circular reception area.
Dwight wracked his brain trying to remember what was
supposed to happen on the second date according to Pip's guidelines.
Clothes.
Oh shit, he brought Dwight to a place called Rose
Colored Hands and they were supposed
to take their clothes off!
"What is this? A bath house?"
Damn, this large room really did echo if you spoke too
loudly. Dwight hunched down while looking around to see how many people were in
the room with them.
The man and woman behind the receptionist counter
stared at him, as did the two women who stopped mid-stride on their way to a
back hallway wrapped in knee length white robes with roses at the hem. A man in
crisp white dress pants and a blush colored polo shirt in the doorway of an
office stood with his mouth gaping as he eyed Dwight, and finally there was
Pip.
He tried to force out a chuckle as he hesitantly looked
up at the taller man next to him. Instead of the reprimanding glances he got
from the others—or the shocked one from the man in the office—Pip's smile
practically split his face in half. What's more, it reached all the way up to
his eyes, it wasn't just some fake gesture to make him feel better.
"Well, if I'd known you were interested in bath
houses I would've—"
"No!" Damn he had to learn to lower his
voice in here.
Pip quickly diffused the situation by waving and
winking at the two robed women who giggled and continued on their merry way
down the hall. A quick head nod to office man put him at ease and he proceeded
on with his day as well.
Dwight didn't want to step forward to that counter,
not with the two witnesses that were left waiting there, but a firm hand on his
lower back—and was that a finger massaging the top of his ass through his shorts?—guided
him to the marble counter.
"Hello! Always a pleasure to see you." The
girl smiled at Pip as she perused the schedule book in front of her.
"Oh!" She gasped and looked up, swinging her gaze from Pip to Dwight
and back again. "Oh, we have you down for the couples massage. Is that
right?"
Couples massage? Dwight took a step back from the
counter right into the waiting chest of Pip. He placed his hands on Dwight's
shoulders, gave a quick squeeze then slid them down his arms to wrap around his
wrists. The gesture felt oddly proprietary to Dwight.
Her tempo picked up as if she was trying to speed
through her greeting, "You've chosen Leah and Sabrina to be your massage
therapists, is that correct, sir?"
The man behind the counter quickly stepped forward and
took over for his co-worker. "I'm sorry Pip, Nicolette as you know, is our
new hire and still learning the ropes. Sabby and Leah are in room six setting
up. Would you like to have a seat at the bar for a spritzer?"
Pip leaned forward and again whispered in Dwight's
ear—another occurrence that the tall man was turning into habit. "You
haven't lived until you've tried Pico's basil lime cooler." He
straightened and addressed Nicolette and the gentleman. "Gotcha, Fred, and
Nicolette, you're downright adorable when you stutter. We'll be at the bar,
ring us when the room is ready."
He took a firm grip on Dwight's elbow and steered him
toward a wide open archway on their left hand side.
"So Rose Colored Hands is a massage parlor?" Dwight refrained from actually using air
quotes when he said the last two words.
Pip's full laugh didn't ruffle Dwight's feathers as he
assumed it would. There was something about the man that made it clear beyond a
shadow of a doubt that he wasn't finding amusement at Dwight's expense, but
more to the point of finding Dwight honestly amusing. It settled something
inside of him that he didn't realize was on edge.
"You are a kinky lil taste of the garden, aren't
you Dwighty?"
Dwight shook his head. "Um...no, no I'm really
not."
Lips brushed his ears again. "Oh, I think you are
and you don't know it. Won't it be fun to find out?" A flick of Pip's
tongue and he was standing upright and talking at his normal decibel again.
"Massage parlors are located on
the east side of town. Rose Colored Hands is an up and coming spa. We're still
in the infancy stage."
Sighing in relief—he really didn't want to test any
east side waters—Dwight hopped up on an oversized backless square stool.
"Spa?"
Pip slid onto the neighboring stool and nodded.
"Yep. Rose Colored Hands"—Pip wiggled his fingers in front of
Dwight's face before using air quotes for the next part—"With our touch
you'll see the world in a whole new way."
He slapped the bar's countertop, which was a nice
mixture of light wood and marbled granite, and smiled at a tall beefy man
walking their way. "Pico my friend! Toss us a couple of your basil lime
coolers. Ooh, and some of those sesame sticks I know you hide back there."
He turned to Dwight and shuddered a bit. "I just love those sesame sticks
he brings in."
As soon as the bowl landed in front of them Pip popped
a couple in his mouth, chewing and swallowing with fervor. "The tagline
might need some work, but overall it is coming together nicely."
"No, I get it. A good massage can alleviate
stress and everything looks better...as if you are wearing rose colored
glasses."
Chuckling, Pip nodded. "Oingo Boingo—which on a
side note, freaking awesome band. I just hope others catch on to the tagline, I
like it—simple play on words type of thing, but not sure it is commercial
enough."
Pico brought the drinks and gave Dwight a very slow
and exaggerated wink before heading off to the other end to hydrate another
customer.
Which made Dwight stop and think...they hadn't truly
been treated like customers since they stepped through the door, he'd been so
caught up in thinking this was a sex place that he didn't actually pay
attention to all the hints Pip nonchalantly dropped.
"Pip?"
"Dwighty?"
Pico walked by with a slim-lined looking Nextel in his
hand and knuckled the counter in front of them. "Your rooms ready. Need
anything before you head on back?"
"We're good." Pip downed his cooler in two
gulps and ahh'd loudly before he ran his tongue over his lips.
Dwight didn't realize he was staring until those moist
lips tilted upward. The infuriating man gestured to Dwight's untouched glass.
"If you're not sure you'll like it I can give you a free sample."
Suddenly Pip was off his stool and wiggling his way
between Dwight's legs. Dwight thought he should say something, but for the life
of him couldn't hold a conversation as he watched the glistening lips move
closer to him.
Before contact was made he'd already parted his mouth and
his tongue was tapping of his lower lip, hoping for the chance to engage with
Pip's again.
In a public place like this, that he assumed Pip
worked, Dwight didn't expect much more than a fleeting chaste kiss. What he got
was a toe curling, melding of one mouth to the other. Pip went in for keeps and
twirled his tongue around Dwight's. The spiked hard rubber of Pip's tongue
piercing teased every sensitive spot it touched, causing whimper to escape the
back of Dwight's throat. Pip drank it down and forcefully demanded more, making
it clear who called the shots during this tumble.
Pip easily swiveled Dwight around on the highly
glossed seat and pushed against him, deepening the kiss and moving him back on
the stool so the bar rail protected him from toppling over under the onslaught.
A throat cleared, but that didn't seem to halt his
aggressor's actions. It cleared louder and Dwight could feel the corners of
Pip's mouth curl up.
My god, the man smiled even while in the midst of
turning Dwight into putty.
Finally their tongues separated and Pip let up on some
of the pressure he administered, but he didn't pull away completely. Instead he
spoke with them still touching, "Can I help you, Sabby?"
"You do know a lady doesn't like to be kept
waiting. It's impolite." A velvety smooth voice broke through the spell
cast on Dwight.
He straightened on his stool, pulling fully away from
the man responsible for his embarrassing state of need.
They were still close enough that when Pip sighed, the
puff of air he released floated across Dwight's face, forcing him to bite his
lower lip so he didn't whimper again.
"I'm truly sorry, Sabrina, for making two of the
loveliest ladies wait." He half bowed at the pretty woman standing half a
dozen feet away from them. "As you can see I had good cause to do it though."
He patted Dwight on his knee then let his hand rest there.
Sabrina softly shook her head out of amusement,
judging from the smile on her face. "Yes, well I suppose if I was enjoying
someone as cute as Dwight"—she glanced at the clipboard in her hand—"Phinneas,
I might be late for my appointment also." She extended her hand to Dwight,
who quickly took it and shook. "I'm Sabby and I'll be your massage
therapist today. If you can squeeze past Pipsqueak here, I would love to begin
our session."
Dwight couldn't swing his leg around to hop off the
stool because Pip didn't seem inclined to move from between them anytime soon.
He thought to scoot farther back and slip off that way since there was no
backrest on it but the bar blocked him from doing even that. When Pip chuckled
at his failed attempts at escaping, Dwight grew bold and physically pushed the
taller man back.
A half a foot or so was all he managed, but it was
more than enough to raise his leg, squeeze it past Pip and put his feet on the
floor.
Little shockwaves ran up and down his spine when he
felt a pair of all too familiar lips against his ear, again.
"Now wasn't that fun?"
A warm hand rested on the small of his back as they
both followed Sabby to their room, which brought up a whole slew of questions
in Dwight's mind that he hadn't been able to ask earlier.
And again, just like earlier, he didn't get the chance
to voice any of his questions before something else took his attention.
"Here we are, room six. If you two will make
yourself comfortable, Leah and I will give you five minutes before we come
knocking." She turned to Dwight and nodded. "I won't bore you with my
regular spiel, I'm sure Pip will behave himself and instruct you on how to get
ready for us." She raised her hand to Pip, palm out and fingers splayed.
"Five minutes, one knock, then we enter."
"Ten minutes, three knocks, and uh oh the doors
locked...got it."
Sabby threw her hands in the air in defeat, but the
gesture clashed with the amusement showing on her face and in her eyes. She
turned and left Dwight in Pip's hands. With that in mind he slowly turned
toward the man who chuckled behind him and wondered exactly what Pip looked
like when he did behave.
"In you go, freckle pop." Pip swung his arm
in a welcoming gesture and Dwight cautiously walked past him into the room. He
made it all the way to the first massage table—a whole handful of steps—before
Pip started not behaving. "Strip down to...well nothing, jump on that
table and cover your goodies with this towel."
Dwight froze. "I have to unclothe?" He swung
around and stared at the light rose colored washcloth Pip held up. "That's
a towel?"
"Well if you insist"—Pip threw the washcloth
over his shoulder to fall on the floor behind him—"we'll forgo the
towel."
Stepping back Dwight started to stutter while pointing
to Pip then the small piece of terry cloth on the floor,
"But...you...that..."
Pip slapped himself on the forehead. "You're
absolutely right. I did promise to introduce you to Erisyl. I'm sorry for
skipping protocol, here I was thinking of Dwighty's tighty whities and I
completely forgot that you haven't met my baby girl yet. Okay, me
first..."
He turned around and rotated his hips as he started
tugging his black t-shirt out of his jeans.
Dwight prepared to halt him in the process, but when
the first peek of ink showed and grew with each small movement Pip did, Dwight
fell mute. He couldn't do anything but watch in awe as a whole new world was
unveiled to him. The colors were tremendous, a rainbow of greens, reds, purples,
yellows...hell just a rainbow of colors period. The scales on Erisyl almost
glistened, the artist that did this masterpiece knew how to blend the different
colors to make them pop out. Purple was the predominant color of Erisyl, but it
was heavily highlighted with yellows for a more dimensional effect. The body of
the dragon took up most of Pip's back, but what spots weren't covered by the
monster were abstractly decorated as a mountainside background, very sparsely
done but enough to make the mind soar and want to be there. Following Pip's
progress, Dwight saw that Erisyl's translucent wings spread out and up,
lovingly encasing both his arms and wrapping around his wrists. Her head rested
high on his shoulder as her talons spread around his neck, giving the illusion
that she was holding him in an eternity long embrace. Her jewel-like, dangerous
gold eyes stared back at Dwight, as if weighing him in her mind as friend or
foe.
The air whooshed out of Dwight's lungs, releasing a
breath he didn't realize he'd held. "She's beautiful."
"That she is, but don't say that too loudly...my
baby girl is already full of herself. It's hard to keep her modest like her
daddy."
Dwight's fingertip traced the tail that wrapped around
Pip's hip. He wasn't even sure when he took those steps to close the distance
between them, but since he did he couldn't hold back his desire to touch the
artwork on Pip's back.
"One minute!" Sabby's voice rang through the
closed door, causing Dwight to jerk his hand back as if he'd been caught doing
something he shouldn't have.
Pip suddenly faced him with his arms resting on
Dwight's shoulders. "Oh I like you up close and personal, but Sabby is
determined that we keep this professional. So, strip down to those tighty
whities I've been fantasizing about and get your cute buttocks up on that
table. Since you didn't appreciate my fluffy terry cloth offering, there are
larger towels at the end of the table."
Dwight didn't want Sabby to bust through the door
while he was half undressed, so he nodded to Pip and turned to the table. He
was fine with her seeing him in his underwear, preferably while that part of
him was under a nice thick towel or two.
"Uh oh...we might have a small problem."
Dwight turned back to Pip. His concentration was momentarily
broken by the discovery of a few more piercings he didn't notice previously—nipples and belly button, check
and check. Fire shot through his veins and scorched every nerve ending,
especially in his groin area. Damn, his mind might not understand the piercings
and tattoos but his body sure had absolutely no issues with them. Shaking his
head and willing the blood to stop pumping to his dick, Dwight asked what their
small problem was.
Pip undid the first two buttons on his jeans and
spread the flaps open, showing Dwight a most enticing tuft of black hair.
"I think I might have forgotten to wear undies
today"—he gave Dwight a very evil looking lopsided smile—"oops?"
To be cont'd...
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Don't forget to check out the great stories on my fellow
orgiast's blogs! :)
If you are interested in reading the
first book to this prompt story, the story about Dwight's first love Riley and how thanks to Riley, Dwight and Pip have their first meeting, check out
Farewell
you can find it at ARe...hope
you enjoy!
