Happy Story Orgy™ Monday!
. .
Boy...it feels like just yesterday I was posting part 4 up on my
blog...um...oh yeah it was just yesterday *sticks out tongue*
For clarification purposes – I did post a very very long (damn I
am a size queen *winks*) part 4 of Farewells & Greetings yesterday because
I didn't quite make it on Monday and then the week attacked me. Bad bad week.
And now for part 5 – which is blessedly shorter lol
This week's prompt: Well he hadn't expected that.
And
now for your reading pleasure…
Farewells & Greetings
pt. 5
copyright © 2014 Havan Fellows
What exactly was Dwight doing?
This thing between him
and Pip, well it was ridiculous. He was a businessman, he sat at his desk
promptly at eight in the morning, he ate lunch between noon and one then went
back to work until five in the evening. From there he drove home, stopping by
the store if there was an urgent need for something because shopping was a
chore not an excursion to be enjoyed. When home he either nuked his dinner or
threw a rudimentary salad or sandwich together, watched some television, and then
went to bed, prepared to wake up and do it all over again the next day. Nothing
fancy, no bells and whistles, but no drama or problems either.
Pip...well a regular
routine sure didn't seem to be in Pip's nature. Yeah, their first date was nice
and perhaps even quaint with the meal at home and surprisingly enough good
conversation. Their second date...well he hadn't expected that. A couple's
massage for two people that technically weren't even a couple, and damn if Pip
didn't shuck his jeans off after admitting he wasn't wearing any underwear.
Dwight stood there and
tried not to be uncomfortable in nothing but—as Pip called them numerous times
that day—Dwighty's tighty whities. Yet, Pip had no problems strolling from the
one side of the room purposely to the farthest of the two massage tables. Oh,
Dwight still remembered with photographic detail how Pip hopped up on that
table, positioned his legs quite invitingly, then grinned wide, asking Dwight if
he was going to plant his delectable derriere up where it belonged.
Dwight had to make sure
his tighty whities didn't tent after that comment. He knew—hell they both knew,
according to Pip's quickly becoming infamous smirk—exactly where Dwight wanted
to plant his derriere. The massage table wasn't even a thought in his mind at
that moment.
The plus side to Pip's
exhibitionist act? Dwight now knew exactly where Erisyl's tail ended, and he
found another piercing, well multiple ones.
Dwight head butted his
desk, glad his office door was closed so no one heard his moan at that thought.
When Pip dropped him off
at his townhouse after their massages he had placed a chaste kiss on Dwight's
lips and told him until date number three. Dwight spent the rest of the night
trying to remember what Pip said would happen on the third date, seeing how the
man seemed to stay true to his promises...or were they threats?
In the middle of the
night Dwight had woken up in a state of panic, finally remembering what Pip had
said would happen on their next date. They would work on Dwight's issues, of
which Pip seemed to understand and accept.
Dwight wondered, if he
skipped town would Pip find him...because Dwight started to realize that he had
no control of this thing happening between them. He also realized that he might
be okay with that.
Oh god, what was he
doing?
To be cont'd...
.
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
Hank Edwards' story: click here
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
you can find it at ARe...hope you enjoy!
