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Monday, July 21, 2014

Story Orgy Monday...Farewells & Greetings pt. 7

Happy Story Orgy Monday!
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Okay – Pip and Dwight are back again...let's see how it goes. :)

This week's prompt:  He'd never noticed a door there before.

And now for your reading pleasure…


Farewells & Greetings
pt. 7
copyright © 2014 Havan Fellows

"So, are you ever going to answer my questions?" Dwight asked as they strolled through the park, away from the playground area.

Pip grasped his hand and kissed his fingertips. "Are you ever going to ask me these questions you demand the answers to?"

"I did."

"Did you?"

Chuckling, Dwight nodded slowly. "Yes, I did. How did you find me at the playground?"

"Oh that was easy. The private investigator told me that you were hanging out there."

When they came to a fork in the trail leading in two different directions Pip led them to the right without missing a step.

"Private investigator..." Dwight sputtered, "You're kidding, right?"

"Of course I am. That would be a little creepy, not to mention he was a little too sleazy for my liking. I don't need him to get a peek at my freckle pop and get any unnatural ideas."

"Unnatural ideas?" Dwight tried to muffle his snort, but this conversation didn't seem to be working for him.

Pip stopped walking and lifted Dwight's hand high, swinging him around so they faced each other. "Do you think we're far enough away?"

Not sure if it was the impromptu twirl or just Pip's communication skills, but Dwight's head suddenly spun as if the earth had tipped on its axis. "Huh? Far enough away from what?"

"For what."

Dwight blinked at him, so confused he didn't even register that his shirt had been pulled down tight around his shoulder by Pip. The collar stretched to its limit. "For what?"

"Exactly..." Pip leaned forward and lightly touched the tip of his tongue to Dwight's exposed shoulder.

He jumped at the cool wetness gently caressing his skin. A glance to his left showed Pip stabbing his skin over and over in different spot. "Um...Pip? What're you doing?"

"Mmm, tasting your freckles. They're de-li-cious." He dragged out the word to a ridiculous amount of syllables.

"Oh? I always thought they'd taste bitter with all the grief they've given me." Dwight tried to make a joke as he stood still for this uncomfortable inspection of the hundreds of blemishes on his body.

Pip snorted as he started up the side of Dwight's neck, the hot puff of air tickling his senses. "I can't imagine anything on you being bitter. I'd go so far as to say I bet even your cum will be sweet and tasty washing over my tongue. Looking forward to finding out."

"Here?" Dwight's voice cracked high. His cheeks heated up with embarrassment. "I mean here, now?"

Pip pulled back and smirked at him. "You kinky lil exhibitionist, you. I knew you'd give me a run for my money. But alas, no...not here. Not even now for that matter; this is only our third date, after all, and we have a schedule to keep."

His heartbeat slowed down now that Pip's tongue no longer danced over him and they weren't talking about public sex, but a small niggle in the back of his mind cried in disappointment. If Pip did attempt to drop to his knees, would Dwight have let him?

"Your schedule, yeah," He sighed those three words that proved oh my god, yes, he just might've let Pip.

After he straightened Dwight's shirt again, Pip grabbed his arm and led them farther down the path.

"Now, don't be knocking my schedule, you won't believe the willpower it takes to keep you an honest man."

"Where are we going?" Dwight noticed they'd ventured all the way to the other end of the park, but instead of following the path back around, Pip shuffled them off of it onto the sidewalk. His behemoth station wagon awaited them, parallel parked between a VW bug and an older model two door Saturn.

While he watched, the back portion of the Saturn, right behind the passenger door, swung open in the opposite direction of a normal car door and a teenager came bounding out, slamming the hidden door and running after a couple of other kids farther down the sidewalk. Funny, he hadn't noticed a door there, it was like a hideaway exit or something, kind of cool looking.

"Your chariot awaits, freckle pop."

Dwight switched his gaze from the yellow Saturn to the even older Mercury station wagon Pip drove. He looked at his date and tried again with the questioning.

"Why do you keep calling me that?"

"Because I like them, and when I like something, I tend to talk about it as often as possible."

He was so shocked that he actually got an answer that he forgot Pip was waiting for him to get in the car. "You like them? Why?"

"Why not? They are unique, and in some cultures are considered beauty marks...which means that you are beautiful from head to toe. It's befitting, because you are."

To be cont'd...
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Don't forget to check out the great stories on my fellow orgiast's blogs! :)

Lee Brazil's story: click here
Hank Edwards' story: 
click here



If you are interested in reading the first book to this prompt story...Farewell...you can find it here at ARe...hope you enjoy!

2 comments:

  1. Aww, so sweet! I love their relationship, can't wait to see where this goes! And I remember those Saturns with the little third door. LOL!

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  2. Aw! Third date already! THis is such a great relationship!

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