The UPS Guy Page 10

  Fantasies of Michael Phelps fell away, and as Olivia went with the rhythm of Timex B.’s movements, nervously opening her shy blue eyes to look into his face close up—she found herself pleased and grateful that she’d happened upon such an experienced and exciting lover.

  Having penetrated her successfully, he now slowed his pace and used his long digging dick as a kind of “pleasure” tool—tenderly massaging her inside, thrashing yet love-stroking every corner of her thickening enflamed womb as he kissed her neck and caressed her shoulders, her breasts and the side of her face with emotional sensitivity.

  Olivia melted away in his gentle arms, her face buried in the strength of his chest as everything around her turned to absolute and undeniable heaven.

  Together they rocked until finally Timex B. exploded inside his condom, the condom spilling as he used a finger to drag it out of her, his cum-pearl running out of her pussy hot and gooey out.

  “Ewwwww,” Olivia screeched. “I have to take a shower.”

  So they both went naked, hand in hand, to the bathroom shower stall, Olivia adjusting the water and then Timex B. making everything hotter and steamier by kissing her neck and caressing her slippery naked flesh with the loofah.

  “Don’t you ever get enough sex?” Olivia laughed. But Timex B. said “no” he didn’t.

  And the more he kissed and caressed her under the water fall, the harder his staff became until Olivia could feel it bobbing and poking against the rivulets of water running down her flesh.

  Up against the shower wall, Timex B. planted Olivia’s back and began deftly fucking her in stand-up position. Then he took her shoulders and turned her around…turned her around so that her face was facing the wall, away from him. Then he gingerly bent her hips forward and plunged his dick inside her hot little pussy from the back; sliding and slipping with joy.

  Olivia had never been fucked doggy-style from the back in a shower before—so the pelting warmth of the soothing water sent her away on a cloud. Timex B.’s hairy crotch batting against her buttocks like an animal action—his dick swording in and out of Olivia’s pussy folds until the pace quickened to a hard, lunging bang-bang motion. Timex B. galloping again, fucking her hard and direct straight up her cunt as her face and tits slapped against the shower wall in a torrent of screaming sex moans.

  Then Timex B. exploded inside her again. Only this time there was no condom and he used the soapy suds along with his finger to wash the cum-pearl out of her pink gash.

  Olivia felt sore as they dried off.

  And when Timex B. lifted her up and carried her into her bedroom and lay her on the bed, she was so drowsy and spent that all she wanted to do was sleep and sleep.

  But there would be no sleep for Olivia that night.

  Timex B. had a girlfriend and a baby on the way and he didn’t come all the way to young women’s apartments to sleep.

  Gently, he play-slapped Olivia across the face cheeks, saying, “Look, my girlfriend’s pregnant and she’s back at my pad wondering where I am this late—so if we’re going to do this thing, let’s do it.”

  Olivia Nixon sobered right up.

  Her blue eyes widened like a child’s.

  She was shocked.

  So shocked.

  “What did you just say?”

  Timex B. looked at her stupid face like she was an idiot. He plunged his dick back inside her and started poking and stroking while with his hand, he stuck a pussy-smelling finger between her pouty pink mouth lips and taunted her with his stare.

  I’m fucking another woman’s man, the shy blond realized with delirium. After all she’d done to avoid such—she was lying there being fucked in her bed by another woman’s man.

  In and out…hard…fucked.

  ••

  At daybreak, the point by which Olivia and Timex B. didn’t like kissing one another’s mouths anymore—Olivia locked the door behind him.

  To her stunned amazement, he had called his pregnant girlfriend (“Julie”) at the college campus and told her that he needed to be picked up at his “cousin’s” apartment in Sherman Oaks.

  The chick came and picked him up and that was that.

  And for all that had happened—by noon that day, Olivia felt empty and unfulfilled inside.

  Watching Sharon get fucked on the daytime soap “Young and the Restless,” Olivia felt the pangs of restlessness herself again.

  Her older married sister Jewel called to see what she’d been up to lately and Olivia told her about Timex B.

  “OH…mygod! You’re just having a ball over there,” Jewel enthused. But Olivia told her, “I can’t remember how it felt, Jewel…you know, it’s like I did it with a gay guy or something…I feel as though I haven’t even been fucked.”

  “You had all that hot, wild sex and now the day after you feel like you haven’t even been de-flowered?”

  “I thought it was good while it was happening—but now—it’s like I got fucked by a gay guy. My body feels like a dud.”

  “So what are you going to do this weekend?”

  “This weekend? I guess I’ll go back to Democratic Headquarters. That’s the name of the club—and it’s really hot.”

  ••

  FACE/MASK—to the beat!—FACE/MASK

  FEEL THE HEAT!

  Shake ya ass!

  Shake ya ass!

  BAM!

  •

  Olivia Nixon hopped up and down on Saturday night with the rest of the crowd, she and three hundred of others screaming “Party in the house—shake ya ass!” as she tossed her wild blond hair sexily and twist-danced her scantily clad body provocatively.

  Men were looking…word spreading fast about “shy blond girl” and her sensuous mouth suddenly painted deep vermilion; she couldn’t believe how HOT she looked in the wall mirrors!

  “Your mouth is blood red,” Boy Bitch whispered in her ear as he was dancing by in a mini-skirt with Go-Go boots. “Does that mean you’ve started sucking dick like the rest of us?”

  Before Olivia could answer beyond her proud laughter, Boy Bitch was gone. Dancing through the crowd and working those long smooth womanish legs of his in the mini-skirt.

  Olivia accelerated her movements; liberally poking her ass out and swinging her hips like sex-hot pendulums. Beneath the flashing scattering lights strobe lights—Olivia twirled like Wonder Woman. YES—she’d finally sucked a dick and so much more. But oddly, the hunger and the emptiness remained. And that’s why she danced so hard, like a maniac—shaking her head and body like a maniac!

  “Don’t hurt nobody,” a giddy black woman yelled to Olivia in amazement. “You go girl! Do your thang!”

  Olivia Nixon was hot and she knew it.

  But suddenly…IN SLOW MOTION…there was Timex B. standing at the bar.

  Surely he’d noticed Olivia dominating the floor.

  No, he was ignoring her.

  Sashaying like a sexpot, Olivia left the dance floor and shot over to the bar, panting hot and asking the bartender for water—she’d moved right directly in front of Timex B.

  He ignored her.

  Olivia turned to him to say something—but he was hanging all over some other blond girl, kissing her neck and whispering stuff into her ear.

  What, Olivia wondered, had she done to deserve this?

  And what was his thing with blonds? His pregnant girlfriend at the college, oddly enough, was an Alanis Morrisette-looking brunette. Yet he was always out at the club chasing blonds.

  Asshole, thought Olivia.

  Bold and slightly angry, she went to Timex B.’s face, interrupting him and saying, “So this is who you really are? An insensitive asshole?”

  Timex B. leaned into Olivia’s ear as though she were a stranger and said, “A crowded elevator smells different to a midget.”

  “Ha?”

  A crowded elevator smells different to midget? Olivia stared at him like he was crazy. Again, she said, “Ha?”

  “Opinions are like assholes, babe.”


  Then, acting as though he barely knew her, Timex B. led his new blond on the dance floor and made it quite obvious that he had nothing further to say to Olivia.

  He’d fucked her and he was done with her.

  Olivia wanted to grab a bottle from behind the bar and break it over his head; get a knife and stab him. She couldn’t believe that this was happening to her.

  “Hey Olivia!” came a familiar voice. And when Olivia turned around, it was her friend Cathy.

  “Hi Cathy.”

  Mike was with his wife, acting totally different from the menacing flirt he’d been on Wednesday night. He acted so the good husband as sexy redhead Cathy leaned into Olivia’s face and gave the pretty blond a big kiss.

  “Got to talk to you about something,” Cathy said excitedly with a huge grin. “Meet me out in the parking lot.”

  “The parking lot?”

  For some reason, Olivia immediately thought that Cathy might be trying to set her up to jump her and beat the shit out of her.

  At clubs, Olivia had known people to get jumped and beat up after being invited to the parking lot.

  “Yeah—I’ve got to run something by you,” Cathy cheered, ecstatically. “You’re going to love it, I hope.”

  Olivia’s heart began pounding—out of pure guilt.

  She knew damn well that she’d allowed her best friend’s husband to kiss her with his tongue in his mouth, rub her ass and stick his fingers in her pussy the other night.

  Did Cathy know?

  Had somebody told her?

  Nervously, she studied Mike’s face, fishing for a clue, but he was solemn and back to the old original Mike. A fine ass married man who looked at no one but his wife.

  Honestly—Olivia couldn’t believe how friendly yet disinterested he suddenly seemed in her.

  First Timex B. and now Mike.

  “Sure,” Olivia said as she decided to trust Cathy’s loving smile. “I’ll meet you in the parking lot.”

  ••

  A group of people seemed to be over by Mike and Cathy’s car when Olivia went out to the parking lot.

  “Oh there’s my girl Olivia!” Cathy shouted as Olivia was slowly, timidly, nervously walking over.

  To Olivia’s shock and terror—the really pretty black girl who’d thrown a drink in her face on Wednesday night, the one who Olivia had watched getting fucked in the car—she was there standing next to Cathy as though she and Cathy were friends.

  “Oh lord,” spat the black girl. “Not this chick.”

  “You know each other?” Cathy asked, innocently.

  “Yep. I threw a drink in her face when my ex was trying to put the mack on her Wednesday night.”

  “What!”

  “It’s cool—I’m over it now. What’s your name?”

  “Olivia,” said Olivia. “I’m Olivia Nixon.”

  “My name’s Simone Sting,” the pretty black girl replied as she shook Olivia’s hand. “I dumped Kevin, so if you want him, you can have his ass now.”

  As Simone Sting said those words, a fine ass Mexican guy hugged her from behind, his arm around her waist as Simone said, “This is my new man, though—Chollo Papi. Just make sure you stay away from him.”

  Olivia looked at Cathy. “Why did you want to see me out here?”

  “We’re starting a singing group,” Cathy grinned madly.

  “A singing group?”

  “YES—a girl group,” Cathy told her with crazy excitement. “Me and Simone have been singing forever and we finally got this guy at 9-11 Records to get an executive to listen to our demo tapes. They loved our singing, Olivia!”

  “That’s right, you’re a nurse but you sing…I’m so happy for you Cathy!”

  “Be happy for yourself, too, Olivia—because there’s a catch.”

  “What? What do you mean?”

  “Well…he said that if Simone and I could find a sexy blond white girl to be in the group—you know, for music video purposes—then we’re signed; we got a deal!”

  For a minute…Olivia still didn’t get it.

  Then it hit her like a ton of bricks and her mouth opened wide with shock.

  “Wait a minute—you mean me?”

  “Yes, you! You’ve got to do this for us, Olivia!”

  “Cathy, I can’t! I’m no singer—I was kicked out of glee club!”

  “But you don’t have to sing, Olivia. Me and Simone can handle the singing. All you have to do is cheese for the video cameras, dance really hot like you were just dancing inside the club a few minutes ago and be a sexy blond white girl. I’ll be the plump but pretty white girl with the folksy personality and the red hair. And Simone Sting will be our soul diva, the one who gives our music credibility with the ‘in’ crowd.”

  Simone Sting, who looked like a chocolate Barbie doll come to life, was in Olivia’s opinion, just as pretty as Olivia and had an even hotter body; shapely ass, tits, curves, total black bombshell—so Olivia still couldn’t understand why they needed her looks to get a record deal.

  She stared at them with huge confused blue eyes.

  “Come on Olivia,” Cathy pressured, her passionate Irish green eyes summoning Olivia’s heart strings. “We need you! You’re my best friend and you’ve got to do this for me. Be the third girl in my singing group. That way—we’re already friends!”

  Olivia looked up at Mike, and he gave her a platonic fatherly smile, completely devoid of the horny lust-monster he’d been just a few nights ago. He said, “I think you girls would be hot.”

  Olivia sighed and demurred. She said, “OK, I’ll do it. But what are we called anyway?”

  “The Nurses!” Cathy announced with a thundering clap.

  Olivia blinked rapidly.

  The Nurses?

  UHM…Ok.

  ••

  Strange enough, Olivia Nixon discovered after a few weeks in the singing group—her feelings of sexual emptiness; the feeling that she hadn’t been fucked—they dissipated.

  “It’s so odd,” Olivia told her sister Jewel on the telephone afternoon as she was watching “Young and the Restless.”

  Olivia said, “I usually get totally hot and horny whenever Nick Newman or Jack Abbott or Neil Winters are on the screen. It’s usually like a head rush and I get wet and I can’t get over it—I just feel like this huge empty hunger inside that has to be fed. But since I started singing Jewel, I don’t feel it anymore.”

  “Great,” said Jewel. She added, “I still think you ought to talk to mom, though. Our mother’s a psychiatrist Olivia. She could really help you get to the root of whatever your sexual myopia is.”

  But the thought of that turned Olivia cold.

  Their mother—the illustrious 48 year old Kate Nixon had just recently married a younger man; a man Olivia’s age.

  (*read “The UPS Guy” by Jackie Christian for full details)

  “Olivia—you there, sis?”

  “Yeah, Jewel. I’m here.”

  “What are you thinking about?”

  “Just…all the fun we have rehearsing our songs after the club. We dress up in sexy nursing uniforms and I dance and lip-synch in the background while Cathy and Simone sing.”

  Jewel laughed.

  She said, “I still can’t believe it—my sister who can’t sing a note to save her life—actually has a record deal!”

  “Yeah, life is a trip,” Olivia smiled. “But I’m still trying to understand why being in this singing group has stopped me from feeling like I need to have sex so bad…feeling like I have to have it.”

  “Maybe its attention,” Jewel offered. “Maybe it’s about feeling needed and having a place to belong. You’re a Nurse now.”

  “Yeah,” Olivia cooed as she thought her pussy had finally cooled down.

  ••

  I wanna be yours…BY INJECTION

  (stick it deep)

  My heart needs affection

  (stick it deep)

  Don’t stop the erection

  (stick it deep)


  Nurses’ orders!

  I wanna be yours…BY INJECTION

  ~~

  One final time, Olivia Nixon danced the sexy hot girl movements, lip synching to perfection in the basement of Mike and Cathy’s house as Cathy played guitar, Simone did keyboard and Cathy and Simone both alternated singing the lead vocals.

  It was after midnight and Cathy’s hubby Mike wasn’t home that night. He was out working graveyard shift at his security job.

  “That’s a wrap girls,” said Neon, the black choreographer they’d hired to make them look slick and polished for their first music video. The record company had signed them, but wasn’t putting much money into grooming or promoting them, so they had to groom and perfect themselves. At least they had a jamming ass first single with the song “Yours By Injection.” Simone had written it and they all just knew it was going to be a hit.

  “I’m so tired,” Olivia yawned. So Cathy told her not to worry about driving home. With Mike working until morning, Cathy’s kids asleep in their rooms and Simone’s sexy Latino boyfriend taking her to Vegas for the weekend, Cathy said she would love it if Olivia just crashed there for the night.

  “Cool,” Olivia said. But she hadn’t known what she was in for when she’d said it.

  First of all, the plumbing in Mike and Cathy’s house wasn’t all that great—so as Olivia took a shower before bed, the water kept going freezing cold her; sobering her a bit more than she wanted to be awake.

  Then when she retired to the guest room Cathy had set up for her, which was actually a floored attic, she couldn’t stop herself from being spooked by the creepy-shaped church window that over looked a dark alley.

  “If you need anything, just call my cell phone,” Cathy told her, sweetly. “I stay up ‘til three and four in the morning watching cable, so don’t hesitate if you need anything.”

  Really, it was just jitters from not being in one’s own place. So Olivia did some meditating and then climbed into bed.