Bottoms Up by Rachel Kramer Bussel

Author:Rachel Kramer Bussel
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Cleis Press
Published: 2010-08-16T04:00:00+00:00

LONNIE’S LICKS

Tenille Brown

It was what they called addictive personality. Lonnie diagnosed me with it himself, him being a psych major and all. For instance, I always ordered the same takeout, and I was finicky about the type of movie I wanted to watch, and I had a favorite candy bar and a favorite sandwich, and I had a preferred side of the bed.

I might have passed his judgment off as simply the perception of a shallow onlooker, except Lonnie was a friend, sort of. Well, maybe not as much of a friend as this tall, beautiful man who lived across the street and occasionally came over to fuck me.

“Addictive,” Lonnie said. “You start something and you stick to it. You don’t care to try something new.”

If this were true, I suppose one could say I had become addicted to his dick. And it was only his dick. His kisses were nice and he knew what to do with his hands, but he knew as well as I did that I put up with those other things just to get to the prize, that glorious, mahogany dick of his.

I blamed it all on him, told him he should have never shown it to me. If he had wanted us to remain friends, if he had wanted me to show interest in any other part of him, he should have never disrobed with his curtain wide open, knowing I was directly across the street and that I did my writing in front of my window, and I tended to look directly in front of me when I was deep in thought.

So, I confronted him about it; told him how he and his penis had distracted me so much I couldn’t write another word for the rest of the day and how, when I was supposed to be thinking about irony and symbolism, I was thinking about his package and how it might feel inside of me.

Being the good and gracious neighbor that he was, Lonnie had apologized.

I, of course, had accepted, but I was sure to let him know that there was the unsettled matter of him flashing me and costing me a full day’s work.

So, Lonnie agreed to a bargain.

The agreement was that we would fuck once, just get all that sexual tension out of the way and get on with our lives so that we could carry on like civilized people and be sensible neighbors, waving from across the street and borrowing cups of sugar and such.

And silly me, I figured he would be a mediocre fuck at best—most beautiful people were. I had run across enough of them in my twenty-three years, and I had learned to expect to be disappointed.

But I wasn’t disappointed with Lonnie. I wasn’t disappointed at all.

In fact, I was in love, head over heels in love with his dick. It was gorgeous, solid and smooth. It was the perfect length and girth. He knew how to move. He knew when to give and when to take and he always came last, always.

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