What Tommi's up to

Tommi was in turmoil. She was used to feeling that the universe revolved around her, that she was the hottest and most powerful person around, and she had developed a certain natural haughtiness, a kind of automatic contempt for everyone and everything, as if everyone was on notice and needed to prove themselves in her eyes. But this new "Owen Gelman" person -- and she had to roll her eyes at how inadequate that name was -- was stirring curious new feelings inside her. She had never really needed anyone, had never even felt any deeply passionate desire for anyone, her life a great swarming chaos of intensely fun but otherwise superficial interactions. But Owen -- no, forget Owen. In all honesty, she really didn't care about Owen. It was that cock. It amazed her. It was like a mysterious creature unto itself, and it blew her way that something so small, mere flesh and blood, could summon such awesome power. It was like some mighty one-eyed witch from her favorite fantasies, except that the old term "wizard" seemed to suit it better -- a one-eyed wizard, that was it. In depths which she could not confess even to herself, Tommi felt a passion for the one-eyed wizard that burned constantly, that never seemed to quit, and even as she threw herself into a really hot Latina, she continued to itch for even more of the wizard's power.

She rationalized to herself that she "just happened" to come stop by Owen's place again. His dormitory certainly did seem to have trouble keeping the door open, as two bimbettes stood in the threshold reaching under their skimpy clothes to rub their tits and pussies. She affected a cynical smirk and looked in for herself.

Owen was with Roxi, and Tommi had to marvel. Here was this really hardbodied chick, and Owen wasn't built half as well as her, but damned if the One-Eyed Wizard wasn't hammering all hell out of her.

She felt irritated by all the giggling. "Girls, why are you here?"

"We're waiting out turn," said one.

Tommi checked the corridor. That Felicity girl had indeed put up a sign by the door suggesting that girls get into an orderly line.

"Girls, listen, I'll make it worth your while to get out of here." Tommi pulled her money clip out of her jeans. It was a little odd for her to go straight to the money, to not factor some sex into a deal, but she felt oddly impatient with that at the moment.

The other bimbette's eyes goggled at the was Tommi was offering. "Really?"

"You can have him later, just not now. Now beat it."

Tommi took her own place in the threshold as Roxi exclaimed "You're the best!" What Tommi could not know was that Roxi was still thanking Owen for letting her room with the A-girls. Of course he's the best, Tommi mused, he's the only, that makes him the worst too.

Tommi crinkled her eyes and squinted as Roxi slammed into her final orgasm -- and was pleased to see, not only Owen noticing Tommi, but that One-Eyed Wizard staying nice and hard.

"Excuse me," said Tommi.

Roxi noticed her. "Oh, hi."

"I need to talk to ... uh ... Owen, Owen, for just a minute."

"Sure thing. I've got business to get back to myself!" Roxi wagged a finger playfully at Tommi. "But just remember, I'll be right next door, so nothing too rough for my man!"

"Hey, Tommi, what is it?" Owen wondered as Roxi skeedaddled.

Oh fuck, I want it so bad, Tommi thought as she stared at it. She cleared her throat. "You didn't finish me off right the last time."

He was a little sorry -- but only a little -- to hear that. "I didn't?"

Tommi slithered out of her jeans, then stepped forward and took his shaft between her breasts once more. She could not even speak to the actual man anymore, for her his cockhead was his actual head. "You owe me a rematch. You know, to hold me for the rest of the day."

(Originally posted to the BE Addventure by DruulEmpire)