About a week ago, I said I was bored (or perilously close) and asked for people to submit ideas (thanks for those!) for some adult fiction. Well, I guess I wasn't as bored as I thought, since it's taken me a bit to finish this. I hope you enjoy. Marci says I should put a no eating, no drinking warning on it (or at least the first part, she didn't see the whole thing). As I don't typically add such things, I'll just say read at your own risk,
there are no lifeguards on duty.This is an adult story intended for adult audiences only. If it's not legal for you to read such things, or if this type of story offends you, please don't read it. As always, feedback is welcome.
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This story is based on characters and situations that aren't mine. Thanks to TPTB for their use.
"The Cure for Common Boredom" (01/02)
by S. ClarkNick was upset. Well, either upset or bored. At first, he wasn't sure which. He'd thought it was boredom. That sort of thing tended to happen every few years. But, on further reflection, he realized he was upset.
And it all happened to revolve around Natalie. Natalie Lambert, the woman he told everyone was his best friend, had been kidnapped, her mouth duct-taped shut, and she was bound with silly string.
Probably the part that upset him the most of all of this, was the fact he didn't think of tying her up with silly string first. Although he, as she, told everyone they were just friends. The feel he got for her as he bounced on his trampoline confirmed they were anything but best friends.
While he thought the duct tape was going a bit far, the silly string. Well, that had potential. A lot of potential. Now, it was just potential that had been wasted. Another idea, done, and done badly.
Then again, the kidnapping was last week, but he'd been on vacation. He'd spent the week purchasing a new lighted globe for the loft. Some purchases just took more time than others. And, he'd had to replace the skylight, but that wasn't his fault. At least, not exactly.
Still, Nick realized as he sat reading a magazine article about the glass floor at the CN Tower, that there was no one he'd more like to see walking above his head, especially wearing a skirt and no underwear, than Natalie Lambert.
He'd thought about asking her over for a Saturday Night Movie date. Or, showing up at her place for a movie. Of course, the last time he showed up at her place, he'd had this weird episode where Sydney the cat started talking to him.
What was worse, was Syndey went off on this tangent that he should make a move on Natalie, or cut her loose rather than leaving her hanging. Nick didn't like such sensible advice, especially coming from a cat, so he decided maybe he'd better stay away from Syd for a while.
Given the weirdness of her place. And, the nervousness that if she came over she might break his new globe light, he decided it was best to go to her workplace.
Nick headed for the morgue with a single red rose. He'd thought about sending a few dozen, but he didn't want to seem like he was flaunting his wealth. He was sure she would be ok with a single rose. And, it was the only flower left at the grocery store this time of night. A little tape, and the petals stayed on just fine. (Not duct tape, of course. That would be insensitive.)
Then, with a rare flash of insight, Nick decided maybe he'd better bring along something else. The rose might not be enough. He picked up a hot fudge sundae with whipped cream. Armed with that, and the red rose, he made his way into the morgue.
"Nick?" She was startled by his sudden appearance, a week late.
"Nat." He smiled, trying to figure out what was different about her.
"It's good to see you." He totally missed the harsh tone of sarcasm dripping from her voice.
It was something, he realized. It was definitely something that had changed.
"Nick?" Natalie rolled her eyes. Wherever he was, it wasn't in the same dimension as her.
But then she noticed the hot fudge sundae, just melting in Nick's hand. As she was sure he wasn't going to consume it, she grabbed it for herself, sat down at the desk, and started to eat.
"Nat," said Nick, finally coming out of his stupor. "I brought you something. A rose and," he looked at his empty hand, "and something else."
"The something else was tasty, Nick."
Natalie had finished the sundae minutes before, and was involved with a stack of paperwork.
"Good," he said. Then he remember what he'd fixated on before, but had momentarily forgotten. "Nat, you cut your hair."
Nat pinched the bridge of her nose between her thumb and forefinger. "I had to, Nick. It was full of duct tape and silly string."
"Of course," Nick agreed. Nick sat next to her desk. "I like it." He gave her that look, that sad puppy look, a look that she couldn't resist.
"I could get you something. Maybe a clip-on braid. A little one, for decoration."
"Nick?"
"It's a wonderful idea. A guy in Northern California will use it in a movie in a few years. You'll be ahead of the curve."
Nat tossed what was left of the NatMane<tm> over her shoulder. "I think I'll pass, Nick."
"Well, in that case, maybe I should go."
"Maybe you should," Natalie agreed. "Unless you've got something else for me."
Nick held out the rose. "Just the rose." Unfortunately, the tape had fallen off, and all that was left was a single petal and the thorns." He held it out towards Natalie.
"Nick, you shouldn't have."
"It was the most perfect one I could find."
"No, Nick. I mean you really shouldn't have. I don't want that stick."
He looked at the pitiful excuse for foliage. "Well, it was late, and this was all they had at the Hasty Market."
"I thought you were leaving, Nick." It wasn't a question, it was an order.
"On my way." He turned and marched to the door. And he pulled. And pulled again. On the third try, he realized the door was locked.
"Um, Nat. Do you have a key for this thing?"
Nat hurried towards the door. But en route, she tripped on an ice cube that was somehow on the floor. She coasted into Nick, who was shoved into the circuit breaker, knocking out the lights but, fortunately, remaining unharmed himself.
"Nick?"
"Uh huh?"
"You ok?"
"Uh huh?"
"Then will you let go of my breast?"
"Do I have to?"
"Do you want to be staked and left on the Police Commissioners lawn?"
Nick considered that for a moment. While staking might be worth some acts with Natalie, it wasn't worth a cheap feel. He let go.
"So, what's wrong with the door?"
"It's locked."
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"The Cure for Common Boredom" (02/02)
by S. Clark"Grace must have locked us in," Natalie muttered to herself. Then, to Nick, "I thought you were strong."
Nick shrugged, an act totally lost on Nat. "It'd be a little suspicious if I ripped it off the hinges."
"I suppose. But you can see in the dark, right?"
"Sort of."
"Sort of?"
"Well, it's a hunting type sight." Nick was hoping he didn't have to go into detail.
"Hunting? Meaning?"
"Meaning, you might as well be a halogen light, like the ones they use on the X-Files." So much for not too much detail.
"But the rest of the room?"
"It's dark."
Natalie frowned. Then she remember the phone, and rushed over to try it. But the phone was one of those darn PBX things. Trying to use the phone was like trying to control the Mars Rover when the power went out; it just didn't work.
"I have some spare keys," she said. In my desk. Are you sure you can't see?"
"I can see you," he said, anxious.
"That doesn't help."
Nick thought it did help, but not with their current dilemma. But it did give him an idea. "I've got something that might help."
"A flashlight?"
Nick pondered how to answer. "Not exactly."
"But it will help us?" Natalie asked.
"I think so. But, I'm going to need help."
"What do I do?"
Nick didn't answer.
"Nick? I'm willing to help. What do I do?"
"Talk dirty to me."
"Nick?"
"That's a good start."
Natalie realized how human he was at times, turned on solely by his own name.
"More?"
She wasn't sure she wanted to know what was going on. "Oh baby, oh baby," she said, voice flat.
"Yes," he hissed. "More."
Natalie rolled her eyes, again. The act was lost on Nick, he wasn't looking at her. Instead, his back was turned as he worked on his special project
"You're so hot," she continued in her monotone. "I'm so turned on."
"Good, good." Nick was breathing faster. "It's ready."
He turned around, and Natalie gasped.
"Nick?"
"Yes, that's good."
"What is....that?"
"A glow in the dark condom. I hope it's enough to see by."
Natalie licked her lips. "It's enough for me."
"You can see?" he asked hopefully.
She moved closer. "I see what I want."
Nick watched as her radiant hand closed around his hardened shaft. "Nat?"
"Yes?"
"What are you doing?"
"Has it been that long, Nick?"
He thought back on that subject. Did she mean since he wore a condom? That was actually a new experience. Since he had sex? Well, that was something that happened a bit more recently, but he didn't think she wanted details.
"Since?" his voice was getting higher.
Natalie removed her hand, and he groaned in disappointment. The he watched as she hiked up her skirt and removed her shoes, pantyhose, and panties.
"Are you watching, Nick?"
"Uh huh."
"Does it give you an idea?"
"We might lose the light," he said.
"So it'd be dark again?" Natalie pushed forward, trapping his hardness in between them. "Like this?" she asked.
He noticed that her hair smelled like a totally organic experience. "I suppose dark's not so bad."
She continued stroking his shaft, which was another thing he noticed. "Not so bad?" she asked.
His voice deepened as he considered the possibilities. "Rather pleasant, even."
He backed her up to the desk, and, lifting her, sat her on the edge. Once set, he guided the his glowing manhood into her warm, damp core.
He'd only imagined such intimacy in the back seat of his caddy, when it was parked behind the station. Or, maybe, in a examination room, with his hands cuffed to a chair.
He'd never considered sex in the morgue, but it made complete sense. After all, it's where they met. That meeting was almost a first date, at least to Nick's thinking.
Nick continued thrusting into Nat, kissing her neck, stroking her hair. He pushed his chest against hers. Even though they were both clothed from the waist up, the friction was adding to the excitement.
Natalie was so lost in enjoyment, and in the mostly dark (with little tinges of luminescence as he withdrew), that she couldn't see Nick's fangs. She might have been able to see his glowing eyes, if he'd opened them.
But he didn't want to scare her. And, at this point, he was getting along well enough by sense of touch alone, he didn't need to see.
Just as he was on the brink of orgasm, he withdrew from her. He heard her whimper in disappointment as he ran across the room.
"Nick?"
"I'm busy."
"Busy?" She was incredulous.
He ripped into the stored blood cabinet on the wall and drank two full bags.
As the first of the blood slid down his throat, he came. He was so involved in this process, and the blood, he didn't notice that he'd fallen on his ass.
As he completed the blood, he stood, wondering how he'd gotten onto the floor.
"Nat?"
"Yes."
He could tell she wasn't happy, and wondered why.
"How long do you think we're going to be stuck here."
"At least until I come, Nick."
"Excuse me?"
"You leave me here, alone?"
"But..."
"I bet you got off."
"But..."
"Nick, come over here."
"But I..." then the thought better of elaborating. He timidly walked back to her.
She could hear, could sense he was close, but she no longer saw the high-pro glow.
Nat reached for him. Finding his jacket, she worked her way up to his head, which she then moved to a more intimate spot.
It didn't take long for Nick to get the idea of what she wanted. Nor for Nat to get what she wanted. She screamed his name as the orgasm overtook her.
He held her as she caught her breath.
"Thank you, Nick," she said with a sigh.
After a few minutes she pulled away, and pull down her skirt. "I'll see you later. I need to get home."
"But, we're locked in."
Nat laughed. "I have a key, silly."
"So, we didn't have to be stuck in here?"
"I didn't have to be," she said. "But Nick?"
"Yes?"
"It's past sunrise."
"I'm stuck here?" Nick whined.
"Only for a day," she said. "It's not like a week or anything."
Nat smiled at him as she unlocked the door. But before she left, she returned to Nick, and stuffed her panties in the pocket of his jacket.
"So you don't forget me again," she said, patting him on his head.
Nick nodded. He'd think of her, all right. He was sure of that as he watched her leave.
He'd think, and think, and think, thinking of nothing but her, or what they'd just experienced together. And he'd keep thinking. Unless, of course, he got distracted by something shiny.
<fin>
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