Writing on the Fly
Author: Closet Fetishist
Written: November 14th, 2008
This is my story, the story closest to the author of all these so called fantasies. I don't know how anyone could consider this a fantasy, this fetish is a nightmare; perverted, sick, disgusting. It does have at least one good point, however; while the rest of the male population is egotistical and have a tendency, I found, to mistreat women, we, or at least I, put them in a position of power. God knows I don't want to be like any of the victims in my stories but I do think most guys have a thought that they are God's gift to women. We humble ourselves, I take some pride in that but who knows if a woman will appreciate that; they'll probably just think I'm weak, a 'pussy,' and go with a guy who will treat them like shit and call them a 'retard.'
It was about then when I felt the presence of someone near me. I looked over my shoulder and saw Ariel, a girl I was crushing on, reading my paper. She shifted her eyes to meet mine as I turned.
I cleared my throat, "Hey...what's up?"
"Nothing," she replied, "I was just reading what you were writing; you know not all guys are jerks."
"I know I'm generalizing, it's just that...um...I think perhaps...heh, I don't know what I was gonna say to be honest."
She shrugged.
"So, um...you ready to shoot your film for Mike's class?"
"Absolutely, a little nervous about it though; you're gonna be there right."
"I'm your AD, how could I not?"
"Good."
The teacher interjected, "Alright folks, we'll finish up next week; have a good weekend, keep thinking about your screenplays!"
I got up from my chair and walked out, Ariel walking beside me.
"So, how's your screenplay coming?" She asked.
"To be honest...I haven't started it yet."
"Oh good, I thought I was the only one."
We got to the end of the hall; our daily split up had come again.
"Well...I'll see you Friday."
"You bet; I'll see ya."
I walked away, back down the hall towards my next class.
Friday came, the day of Ariel's film shoot. The whole thing went pretty well; her story was simple, it was about a girl who falls for a guy in her class but the dilemma is that she already has a boyfriend. What is a girl to do? I watched her handle the shoot beautifully while I, much less beautifully, just yelled "Quiet!" to the other cast and crew members every few minutes but she seemed to appreciate it. Her boyfriend was on set, as an extra, which kind of got to me but what could I do? He had zero personality but he was not a bad looking guy, not something I would say of myself.
I happened to catch her alone for a few moments after the shoot.
"So, how do you think it went?"
She sighed, "I think it went alright, I got what I need, should come together nicely."
"That's great, you did a good job in there today."
"Thanks, so did you, I really appreciate you helping out."
"Hey, no problem.
There was a silence as we walked back to the cage to return the film equipment.
"So...any personal connection to your story?" I asked.
She just looked at me and smiled, before shyly turning her eyes to the ground.
"That's a yes."
She hit me, softly in the shoulder.
We both laughed.
Silence permeated again.
I licked my lips, nervously, unsure if I should say what I wanted to say. After some hesitation, I decided to go for it.
"Ariel...?"
"Yeah?"
"Ever since you were in my class last semester, I...um...well..."
She smiled slightly, she already knew what I was going to say but I knew she wanted me to say it.
"Oh, God, I'll just say it! Ariel, I really like you. When I found out you had a boyfriend it was the most disappointed I had ever been in my whole life."
Ariel just smiled, "Let's return this stuff."
I nodded.
I could not help but feel rejected, here I was, putting my heart on the line and she barely acknowledges it. Was she really that insensitive? I shook off the feelings.
It wasn't until next Wednesday that I saw Ariel again, in screenwriting. It had been a tough weekend, my loneliness and talks of suicide wound up getting me sent to the local hospital for observation. They talked to me for a while, I talked in group; the pain went away for a few hours but it was back. It was inevitable; I was going to be alone forever.
Ariel was again, over my shoulder, reading my writing.
I spun around quickly, startling her a bit.
"Shit, sorry, are you alright?" I asked, apologetically.
"Yeah, fine, ya big jerk."
"Hey, you're the one reading sneakily over my shoulder."
"And?"
"And...I don't know." I paused for a few moments. "So, how are you doing today?"
"I'm alright, spent the weekend trying up the loose end from my film."
"Uh...I don't follow...I thought we shot the whole thing with an OPEN ending?"
"We did."
"So..."
Before I could say more she came in quick and gave me a peck on the lips.
I couldn't figure anything out, I was in a daze, a beautiful daze, but a daze nonetheless. Class was dismissed, I was walking out with Ariel but no one was talking, but she was holding my hand...what was going on? Before I knew it, we were outside her classroom.
"Wait..." I finally managed to say. "You have a boyfriend."
"God, you're slow. I broke up with him, Rog."
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that."
"No you're not, because you wanted to be with me and now you are."
"Really?"
"That is...if you want to be..."
"God yes!"
Ariel smiled her cute little smile.
And that was it! Just like that, me and my crush were going out.
I knew about Ariel only on a professional, studious level but the more I learned, the most I loved her. We both loved film and dreamed of careers in the business, we loved movies, the only thing we differed on was music but who really likes smooth jazz any ways besides me?
Oddly, one night, sitting in her room while her parents were away, we were talking about sex.
"Have you ever had sex?"
"No."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"You're a virgin?!" She asked, surprised.
"Yeah."
"And you're not embarrassed?"
"Should I be?"
"I guess not."
"So I take it then that you've had sex?"
"Yeah."
There was a brief period of silence.
"Hey, what's your stance on oral?" She asked, rather openly.
"Excuse me?" I asked, dumbfounded.
"Oral, what do you think of it?"
"Honestly, and of course I don't speak from experience, I could never do that to a woman. The thought of it makes me gag."
"Really?"
"Absolutely, just sickening."
"What about performing it?"
"Sure, I'll do it."
"Well why is that okay?"
"To be honest, I don't like the thought of a woman subservient to a man, especially in that way; I can't think of anything more degrading."
"Interesting, but a guy can be degraded?"
"Oh, yeah, hell, why not?" I said, smiling.
She smiled back.
After a few minutes of silence, Ariel finally spoke.
"Hey, Rog?"
"Yeah?"
"Would you...um...perform...for me?"
"Perform?"
"You know...what we talked about?"
"Oral?"
"Yeah."
"Sure, I'm gonna warn you though, I don't really know what I'm doing."
"Oh, that's okay, I'll help you; I've never had it before so I don't know what it should feel like any ways."
"Brian would never give it to you?"
"I never asked, I was never really comfortable talking about that stuff with him."
I nodded, as Ariel lied down on her bed, removing her faded jeans. These were soon followed by her pink panties. And there she was, a bottomless Ariel, my dream girl, waiting there for me to eat her out. I couldn't believe this, me, in Ariel's room, giving her oral sex; it was beyond my wildest dreams.
I went down towards her vagina but she lifted my head up to her face; we kissed, passionately, for a time. Then, I lowered myself down to her pussy. As I approached, I dedicated a faint, indescribable smell which wasn 't great but it wasn 't unpleasant. My face met with her crotch and then I stuck my tongue out, piercing her clit. I tasted a very strong, sourness, one which forced me to recoil a bit. Ariel noticed.
"Something wrong?"
"No, no, it's just a little sour is all."
"Well you don't have to do it, that's alright."
"No, I want to; I was just caught off guard is all."
"Are you sure, cause you really don't have to?"
"Absolutely sure."
I re-approached her vagina, laying my face against her private area; the small bits of hair tickled my nose as I inhaled. I dug in again with my tongue, feeling around this time, trying to search for something to hit. I felt Ariel's hands on the back of my head, she was pushing me deeper in and I was flailing my tongue around her like there was no tomorrow. Then, I hit something that seemed to react in her, she quaked a bit when I ran my tongue across it. I keep doing it, in a steady succession, slowly increasing in speed. Her moans of pleasure increased with my pace, as did her grip on my head which was becoming almost painful but I kept at work, dutifully, until she moaned loudly one last time and a steam of hot cum exploded against my face. I slowly backed away and she caught a glimpse of my cum soaked face.
She laughed, "Oh, poor baby. Let me clean you up."
She left and returned with a towel which she used to wipe my face.
"So, how was that?" I asked.
"Wonderful, you did great."
"Well thank you."
"So, what can I do for you?"
"Oh you don't have to do anything..."
"Oh no way I'm gonna let you get nothing for doing that for me; let me jerk you off at least."
I gave her a disappointed look, "It won't work."
"What do you mean?"
"In Vegas, I got a hooker once and she gave me a hand job and I couldn't cum."
"Oh, that was some skanky ass hoe; give me a shot."
"If you wanna try..." I said, taking off my pants and underwear.
I laid down where she had just been laying, the cum stained sheets making my back wet.
"Pardon me if I don't kiss you first, you were just soaking a second ago."
"No worries." I said, smiling.
She wasted no time working on my already erect penis. Up and down she went as I sharply breathed. She quickened her pace, and then slowed it, and then quickened it again. Several minutes went by with nothing, I felt like I was on the verge constantly but nothing ever came of it. Still, she persisted. She quickened her pace and I breathed quick, sharp breaths as the foreskin repeatedly peeled back, causing some discomfort. Suddenly, a large bit of ejaculate dribbled out from my cock and onto Ariel's hand.
"Well, that wasn't great but it's a start, right?"
"Hell, it's better than the hooker could do."
"You feel good?"
"Feel great, thanks for that."
Ariel smiled as she wiped her hands with the towel.