Chicken and Porn Night
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
1
Views:
4,188
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. I hold exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Chicken and Porn Night
Chapter 1
Justin stood there, staring at the text on his cell phone. He should call her. She’d invited him over for chicken and porn night. What the hell did that mean? Chicken and porn night? Which part of that combination was he supposed to bring anyway. Eventually he decided to bring the chicken and take the coward’s way out. Now his only problem was letting her know he was coming. Standing there, staring at the phone he fought with himself and his general dislike of calling people. Eventually he realized that if he didn’t call and just showed up with the chicken she wouldn’t know that she had to get the porn…that he could be stuck watching a chick flick and eating cold chicken. His mind made up he dialed.
“Hey”, he said.
“Hey,” she said, “Are you coming tonight?”
“Yeah,” he said, “I’ll bring the chicken.”
“Okay,” she said, giggling, “Don’t want me to know which kind of porn you like?”
“Nah,” he muttered, “Just didn’t want you to be uncomfortable with whatever we watch…”
“Oh…,” she said, smiling to herself, “Well then I suppose you’ll just have to deal with my inner pervert tonight. I think you’ll be able to handle it. Anyway, I hope you can. Do you need directions?”
“Nah,” he said, chuckling, “That’s what Google’s for. I’ll be fine. See you at seven?”
“Yeah, see you then.” She said.
The line went dead. He stared at his feet, closed the cell and started shuffled off towards a computer lab. Getting online he logged onto Facebook, grabbed her address and opened Google. Ah the wonders of technology, he thought, makes dating simple. After printing out the directions he glanced at the clock, three hours till he had to be at her house. Now the question of the century: should he go home, shower and make himself look pretty, or just go buy the chicken. He glanced around the computer lab and casually took a sniff of his armpit. Yup, he definitely had to stop by the house to take a shower.
Making his way to the sexy beast he called his car, several thoughts ran amuck through his head. Should he bring condoms? Was this a date? What should he do with his hair? There’s a wall in front of him. Fuck, that hurt.
*****
The apartment was a mess. I have three hours to clean this fucking sty, thought Dru, and then I have to find some porn.
After cleaning the living room floor and removing her text books to the
multiple book shelves around the room she realized that two hours had
flown by. Grabbing her laptop she booted up ITunes and did a quick search. Jenna Jameson Does Dallas, Jenna Jameson Playtime. Two Girls One Cup. She shuddered, fuck no, she though, Amazing it is then.
Dru had been obsessed with bedding Justin for two months. Justin had only known about her infatuation for two weeks. He was soon to be surprised as to how strongly her affections for him went. Eventually, hopefully that night, he would figure it out. Chicken and porn nights were Dru’s signature event for attempting to get into a guy's pants. She was very good at it. Within an hour of eating chicken and watching highly erotic movies most male brains turned to mush and she loved taking advantage of it. She had by this point in her twenty two years of life a specific fool proof plan of how to get into a male’s pants. And whichever male caught her fancy was tested; either passed or failed, and depending on their standing was then invited to a Chicken and Porn night.
Justin had passed his test. It was a simple one. He had been invited over to watch a scary movie. If he sat on the couch and allowed her to snuggle into him during the scary parts, then he passed. If he sat in a seat and didn’t console her during the scary parts then he failed and was a waste of her time. Dru didn’t sleep with boys who couldn’t protect her from her fears of clowns or umpalumpas. Justin had done well and she had attempted to reward him that night. However, he had been a gentleman, only allowing for kissing and slight fondling. His gentlemen like response to her advances had gained the boy extra credit. She was very much looking forward to his visit.
*****
Upon arriving home Justin had quickly divested himself of his clothing and jumped into the shower. While standing under the running water, he reflects on his body. Will she like it, he wonders, taking into account that she seemed to have no problem touching it the previous weekend. While soaping himself up, playing special attention to his nibbles and bits, he begins to wonder about her body. Eventually, fully masturbating to the wanderings of his mind, he realizes he has an hour to get the chicken and find her house. Silently wishing he hadn’t started when he couldn’t finish he reaches silently behind his bits to the “zone” pressing into it gently in tandem with the fisting of his cock. His last girlfriend had been disgusted in the zone, claiming it to be too close to his asshole. Groaning, he pictured Dru on her knees in front of him, swallowing his length while mimicking his current actions. She wouldn’t be disgusted, he thought, she’d love it, the power behind the move.
Quickly, he felt is balls begin to tighten, throwing his head back, his wet onyx locks whipping around his face while he shuddered in satisfaction.
After taking a minute to collect himself he turned the water down in temperature and again began to lather his body with the soap, this time spending less attention on his cock. Wouldn’t want to be useless tonight, he grinned to himself, quickly finishing and started to get ready for what he hoped to be a productive night.
*****
Dru got back to her apartment slightly after seven. Traffic had been horrible, stupid tourists. The Salem Witch Trials hadn’t even occurred in the city yet it was canvassed with obese pumpkin people and children dressed as fairies. Three days till Halloween and they were already invading. As she walked up to the back door of her building she realized there was someone standing in the shadows.
“Hello?” she said carefully shifting so that her key clip was covering her fingers like a set of brass knuckles.
“Hey,” Justin said, “You said seven…Its cold out.”
“Oh shit”, she said, moving her keys to pull out the right ones to unlock the door, “I’m so sorry. I was at the porn shop trying to pick out one that wasn’t icky. It would also appear as though tourists don’t seem to grasp the concept of not walking out into the middle of oncoming traffic. I’m so sorry. Let’s go in.”
Opening the door, he followed her into her apartment. Upon entering she quickly locked the door and rushed around the unit turning on lights while pushing things out of the way that hadn’t been cleaned before she left. Justin followed her watching her shuffle around the house in amusement, slowly taking in the molding and vibrant reds and gold of the walls.
“Old house?” he asked, placing the bucket of KFC chicken on the coffee table.
“Yeah,” she yelled from the kitchen on the other side of the massive fireplace, “it was built in the 1760s.”
“Sexy,” said Justin, making his way into the kitchen.
Silently, he watched her flutter around the kitchen getting snacks and beers. Seeing his opportunity to capture her attention he swiftly caught her in the corner of the room and trapped her to the counter space with his well sculpted arms.
“Hi”, he smiled.
“Hi”, she said, smiling shyly.
He moved quickly, nuzzling into her hair below her right ear, kissing her neck and nibbling a small path up to the lobe of her ear gently. Then, still nuzzling his way down her neck before biting down hard on the sensitive juncture of her shoulder and neck.
Completely caught off guard, she moaned, arching into him. Almost of their own accord, her hands made their way into his hair. Grasping the bulk of the eleven inch pony tail she pulled him from the crook of her neck. As she glared at him with hooded eyes both the chicken and the porn were forgotten. Justin suddenly found himself against the adjacent wall, being held in place by both the hand that had begun to caress his growing erection, as well as the hand that was at his throat effectively pinning him to the wall while she roughly attacked his lips and tongue. Almost as suddenly as she’d pinned him she suddenly pulled away.
Justin smiled at her as she stared at him, beginning with his crotch.
“Enjoying the view?” he asked slightly out of breath.
“Yes,” she said quietly, also slightly out of breath.
“Why’d you stop?”
“I wanted you to bite me again….” She whispered, glancing at his face before blushing horribly.
“Oh,” he said, a wicked grin coming to his face, “I think I can manage that.”
He slowly walked towards her, a demonic gleam to his eye, “Yes,” he said, “I can definitely manage that.”
She smiled shyly, silently cheering that he wasn’t a submissive pussy, hoping he didn’t notice the glint in her eyes. Had she been able to read Justin’s thoughts she would have heard his inner monologue of all the naughty things he wanted to do to her now that he’d recognized her submissive nature.
*****
I hope you enjoyed the chapter. This is the first story I've written in years. I didnt have a beta, so I apologize for any gramatical mistakes. Please review, I'd love to hear what you think. Any offering of Beta would be appreciated.
toodles!
Justin stood there, staring at the text on his cell phone. He should call her. She’d invited him over for chicken and porn night. What the hell did that mean? Chicken and porn night? Which part of that combination was he supposed to bring anyway. Eventually he decided to bring the chicken and take the coward’s way out. Now his only problem was letting her know he was coming. Standing there, staring at the phone he fought with himself and his general dislike of calling people. Eventually he realized that if he didn’t call and just showed up with the chicken she wouldn’t know that she had to get the porn…that he could be stuck watching a chick flick and eating cold chicken. His mind made up he dialed.
“Hey”, he said.
“Hey,” she said, “Are you coming tonight?”
“Yeah,” he said, “I’ll bring the chicken.”
“Okay,” she said, giggling, “Don’t want me to know which kind of porn you like?”
“Nah,” he muttered, “Just didn’t want you to be uncomfortable with whatever we watch…”
“Oh…,” she said, smiling to herself, “Well then I suppose you’ll just have to deal with my inner pervert tonight. I think you’ll be able to handle it. Anyway, I hope you can. Do you need directions?”
“Nah,” he said, chuckling, “That’s what Google’s for. I’ll be fine. See you at seven?”
“Yeah, see you then.” She said.
The line went dead. He stared at his feet, closed the cell and started shuffled off towards a computer lab. Getting online he logged onto Facebook, grabbed her address and opened Google. Ah the wonders of technology, he thought, makes dating simple. After printing out the directions he glanced at the clock, three hours till he had to be at her house. Now the question of the century: should he go home, shower and make himself look pretty, or just go buy the chicken. He glanced around the computer lab and casually took a sniff of his armpit. Yup, he definitely had to stop by the house to take a shower.
Making his way to the sexy beast he called his car, several thoughts ran amuck through his head. Should he bring condoms? Was this a date? What should he do with his hair? There’s a wall in front of him. Fuck, that hurt.
*****
The apartment was a mess. I have three hours to clean this fucking sty, thought Dru, and then I have to find some porn.
After cleaning the living room floor and removing her text books to the
multiple book shelves around the room she realized that two hours had
flown by. Grabbing her laptop she booted up ITunes and did a quick search. Jenna Jameson Does Dallas, Jenna Jameson Playtime. Two Girls One Cup. She shuddered, fuck no, she though, Amazing it is then.
Dru had been obsessed with bedding Justin for two months. Justin had only known about her infatuation for two weeks. He was soon to be surprised as to how strongly her affections for him went. Eventually, hopefully that night, he would figure it out. Chicken and porn nights were Dru’s signature event for attempting to get into a guy's pants. She was very good at it. Within an hour of eating chicken and watching highly erotic movies most male brains turned to mush and she loved taking advantage of it. She had by this point in her twenty two years of life a specific fool proof plan of how to get into a male’s pants. And whichever male caught her fancy was tested; either passed or failed, and depending on their standing was then invited to a Chicken and Porn night.
Justin had passed his test. It was a simple one. He had been invited over to watch a scary movie. If he sat on the couch and allowed her to snuggle into him during the scary parts, then he passed. If he sat in a seat and didn’t console her during the scary parts then he failed and was a waste of her time. Dru didn’t sleep with boys who couldn’t protect her from her fears of clowns or umpalumpas. Justin had done well and she had attempted to reward him that night. However, he had been a gentleman, only allowing for kissing and slight fondling. His gentlemen like response to her advances had gained the boy extra credit. She was very much looking forward to his visit.
*****
Upon arriving home Justin had quickly divested himself of his clothing and jumped into the shower. While standing under the running water, he reflects on his body. Will she like it, he wonders, taking into account that she seemed to have no problem touching it the previous weekend. While soaping himself up, playing special attention to his nibbles and bits, he begins to wonder about her body. Eventually, fully masturbating to the wanderings of his mind, he realizes he has an hour to get the chicken and find her house. Silently wishing he hadn’t started when he couldn’t finish he reaches silently behind his bits to the “zone” pressing into it gently in tandem with the fisting of his cock. His last girlfriend had been disgusted in the zone, claiming it to be too close to his asshole. Groaning, he pictured Dru on her knees in front of him, swallowing his length while mimicking his current actions. She wouldn’t be disgusted, he thought, she’d love it, the power behind the move.
Quickly, he felt is balls begin to tighten, throwing his head back, his wet onyx locks whipping around his face while he shuddered in satisfaction.
After taking a minute to collect himself he turned the water down in temperature and again began to lather his body with the soap, this time spending less attention on his cock. Wouldn’t want to be useless tonight, he grinned to himself, quickly finishing and started to get ready for what he hoped to be a productive night.
*****
Dru got back to her apartment slightly after seven. Traffic had been horrible, stupid tourists. The Salem Witch Trials hadn’t even occurred in the city yet it was canvassed with obese pumpkin people and children dressed as fairies. Three days till Halloween and they were already invading. As she walked up to the back door of her building she realized there was someone standing in the shadows.
“Hello?” she said carefully shifting so that her key clip was covering her fingers like a set of brass knuckles.
“Hey,” Justin said, “You said seven…Its cold out.”
“Oh shit”, she said, moving her keys to pull out the right ones to unlock the door, “I’m so sorry. I was at the porn shop trying to pick out one that wasn’t icky. It would also appear as though tourists don’t seem to grasp the concept of not walking out into the middle of oncoming traffic. I’m so sorry. Let’s go in.”
Opening the door, he followed her into her apartment. Upon entering she quickly locked the door and rushed around the unit turning on lights while pushing things out of the way that hadn’t been cleaned before she left. Justin followed her watching her shuffle around the house in amusement, slowly taking in the molding and vibrant reds and gold of the walls.
“Old house?” he asked, placing the bucket of KFC chicken on the coffee table.
“Yeah,” she yelled from the kitchen on the other side of the massive fireplace, “it was built in the 1760s.”
“Sexy,” said Justin, making his way into the kitchen.
Silently, he watched her flutter around the kitchen getting snacks and beers. Seeing his opportunity to capture her attention he swiftly caught her in the corner of the room and trapped her to the counter space with his well sculpted arms.
“Hi”, he smiled.
“Hi”, she said, smiling shyly.
He moved quickly, nuzzling into her hair below her right ear, kissing her neck and nibbling a small path up to the lobe of her ear gently. Then, still nuzzling his way down her neck before biting down hard on the sensitive juncture of her shoulder and neck.
Completely caught off guard, she moaned, arching into him. Almost of their own accord, her hands made their way into his hair. Grasping the bulk of the eleven inch pony tail she pulled him from the crook of her neck. As she glared at him with hooded eyes both the chicken and the porn were forgotten. Justin suddenly found himself against the adjacent wall, being held in place by both the hand that had begun to caress his growing erection, as well as the hand that was at his throat effectively pinning him to the wall while she roughly attacked his lips and tongue. Almost as suddenly as she’d pinned him she suddenly pulled away.
Justin smiled at her as she stared at him, beginning with his crotch.
“Enjoying the view?” he asked slightly out of breath.
“Yes,” she said quietly, also slightly out of breath.
“Why’d you stop?”
“I wanted you to bite me again….” She whispered, glancing at his face before blushing horribly.
“Oh,” he said, a wicked grin coming to his face, “I think I can manage that.”
He slowly walked towards her, a demonic gleam to his eye, “Yes,” he said, “I can definitely manage that.”
She smiled shyly, silently cheering that he wasn’t a submissive pussy, hoping he didn’t notice the glint in her eyes. Had she been able to read Justin’s thoughts she would have heard his inner monologue of all the naughty things he wanted to do to her now that he’d recognized her submissive nature.
*****
I hope you enjoyed the chapter. This is the first story I've written in years. I didnt have a beta, so I apologize for any gramatical mistakes. Please review, I'd love to hear what you think. Any offering of Beta would be appreciated.
toodles!