Captain Bad
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She sent me a text on Saturday morning.
"We go for a pint? x"
I rolled around in bed until 10am, as I was wont to do on a weekend, before picking up my phone.
"Yeah, sound" I replied.
It was the kind of Spring afternoon that poets like Wordsworth and Coleridge used to write about. The flowers reached up to the sky, the birds were chirping in the trees, and the sun gilded everything it touched. And it touched Rebecca's blonde hair, and it touched her skin, and there was little of her it didn't touch, when I saw her walking through the smoking area that Spring afternoon.
I was very suddenly and terribly aware of my hangover the moment she walked into the smoking area. This dear friend of mine, so nonchalant and pretty, paying no heed to the dehydrated mess slumped in the seat in front of her.
"Rough night?" she asked, pulling a pouch of rolling tobacco from her handbag.
"Yah" I just about mustered, pushing my sunglasses up the bridge of my nose.
Rebecca and I had made a habit of seeing each other the day after a night out. And while she breezed through these hangovers with all the strength and grace of a woman, I suffered like the male pig-dog that I was. Her glow juxtaposed with my sunken gloom.
"Look, can you just talk, please." I begged, hugging my jacket against my skin "Tell me about your night."
She lit her cigarette and leaned forward in her chair, ready to spill every drop of tea she'd accumulated from the adventures of her most recent midnight.
And as she began to speak, my eyes ran down the length of her, from her golden hair to the tips of her shoes. She was about 5'4 in height, with curves in all the best places, and this was, admittedly, not the first time I'd taken in those very curves. She wore a leopard print coat over a black dress that clung to her the way I wanted to cling to her, and a pair of black tights over two black high-heeled boots. She waved her cigarette around as she spoke, the smoke wisping off into nothingness like spells cast from between her red fingernails.
She was saying something about Colin, but I wasn't really listening.
I was too busy slipping her coat off and baring her shoulders, casting it away as though furious it had ever covered her at all. I pinched her chin between my thumb and index fingers, to cast her gaze towards mine, just to show her the want in my eyes. I was standing her up, her body like a puppet subject to my strings, and then I was lifting her dress up over her head. I lifted her arms above her head and fastened them to a rope that wasn't there - and that's where I began.
My fingers gently grazed her wrists and slowly down her arms, and as they drew closer, inch by delicious inch, toward her armpits, her lips spread further and further apart. And as my short fingernails found purchase in those soft hollows that I craved so badly, her smile began to twitch at the corner, until she simply could not tolerate it any longer.
"Hahahahaha pleahee-hee-hee-heese, what are you doing? Hahahaha" she giggled, her chest heaving in her bra and her slight belly jiggling delightfully. I could not keep me eyes off her as my fingers continued their infernal work, each digit working tirelessly upon every nerve-ending to be found in her smooth pits. I look into her eyes that were filling with tears, and I drank in ever single girlish giggle that jittered from her lips.
"Does it tickle?" I asked, not expecting a response, but delighted when I got one.
"Ye-he-he-he-hes yes! It fucking ti-hi-hi-hickles!" the girl cried under my busy fingertips.
She began to hop in place as my fingers flew down her bare ribs and sides, her body wiggling as I counted every rib.
"Wahahahahahahaha please stop ihihihihit! Stohohohoho hop!"
Her cries were so far away and yet so loud in my ears, as though she were singing for me. I leaned in to lick a tear from her cheek, and the look on her face told me that this was when she understood how very fucked she was. Two big doe eyes begging for me to stop. But there would be no stopping.
One set of fingers wiggled under her arm while the other sought out every inch of ticklish skin between her ribs and her waist. She hopped and she laughed and she hopped and she laughed, and never once did my hands falter as they worked upon her.
I blew raspberries on her belly, licked her bellybutton, and nibbled on her ribs while my fingers danced and danced in her delicious armpits. Her tears were even more delicious, and I licked her full lips as they parted in endless laughter.
I lifted Rebecca's leg and she let out a high-pitched whine as I unzipped her boot and popped it off at the heel. Her worried eyes followed me as I lifted her other leg to unzip the other boot, and the sight of her nylon-wrapped foot and the fearful look on her face made me swell even more. I tore off her tights from the waist in one savage motion, and my magical ropes bound her ankles and raised them up so that the poor girl was now supine and available to me.
Her heels and the balls of her feet were slightly red from her hopping and dancing, but the arch of her foot was silken and awaiting my touch.
"Plehehehese, how about not my feet? Let's do this another day, okay?" she pleaded, but I had already begun.
I grazed my fingertips gently from the bottom of her toes to her heels, causing her to giggle and twist in her magical bonds.
"Pleeheeheeheesahahahahahahahaha no no no no stop ihihihihihihihit!" she begged through fits of laughter as my fingers worked hungrily on her soft bare soles.
"Tickle tickle tickle" I teased, holding her toes back in order to free up as much space as possible for my fingernails to torment her bare sole, "Does that tickle?"
Her gorgeous breasts heaved and her hips wiggled as I moved from one foot to the other, tracing circle 8s upon her soles, spidering my fingers from heels to toes, and otherwise nibbling at her ankles and whatever parts of her feet my fingers were not already busy.
"Hahahahahahahahah you have to stohohohop you have to stohohop! Pleeeheeeheeheese you have to sto-ho-ho-ho-hop"
"Stop" she said, and I realised then that I had been tapping my finger on the table.
"What's the matter with you today?" she asked, before taking a drag from her cigarette and eyeing me up.
I snapped out of my temporary lapse in reality and very suddenly realised that I had no idea what Rebecca had been talking about.
"Ehm, sorry. I'll...eh...I'll get us some drinks."
"We go for a pint? x"
I rolled around in bed until 10am, as I was wont to do on a weekend, before picking up my phone.
"Yeah, sound" I replied.
It was the kind of Spring afternoon that poets like Wordsworth and Coleridge used to write about. The flowers reached up to the sky, the birds were chirping in the trees, and the sun gilded everything it touched. And it touched Rebecca's blonde hair, and it touched her skin, and there was little of her it didn't touch, when I saw her walking through the smoking area that Spring afternoon.
I was very suddenly and terribly aware of my hangover the moment she walked into the smoking area. This dear friend of mine, so nonchalant and pretty, paying no heed to the dehydrated mess slumped in the seat in front of her.
"Rough night?" she asked, pulling a pouch of rolling tobacco from her handbag.
"Yah" I just about mustered, pushing my sunglasses up the bridge of my nose.
Rebecca and I had made a habit of seeing each other the day after a night out. And while she breezed through these hangovers with all the strength and grace of a woman, I suffered like the male pig-dog that I was. Her glow juxtaposed with my sunken gloom.
"Look, can you just talk, please." I begged, hugging my jacket against my skin "Tell me about your night."
She lit her cigarette and leaned forward in her chair, ready to spill every drop of tea she'd accumulated from the adventures of her most recent midnight.
And as she began to speak, my eyes ran down the length of her, from her golden hair to the tips of her shoes. She was about 5'4 in height, with curves in all the best places, and this was, admittedly, not the first time I'd taken in those very curves. She wore a leopard print coat over a black dress that clung to her the way I wanted to cling to her, and a pair of black tights over two black high-heeled boots. She waved her cigarette around as she spoke, the smoke wisping off into nothingness like spells cast from between her red fingernails.
She was saying something about Colin, but I wasn't really listening.
I was too busy slipping her coat off and baring her shoulders, casting it away as though furious it had ever covered her at all. I pinched her chin between my thumb and index fingers, to cast her gaze towards mine, just to show her the want in my eyes. I was standing her up, her body like a puppet subject to my strings, and then I was lifting her dress up over her head. I lifted her arms above her head and fastened them to a rope that wasn't there - and that's where I began.
My fingers gently grazed her wrists and slowly down her arms, and as they drew closer, inch by delicious inch, toward her armpits, her lips spread further and further apart. And as my short fingernails found purchase in those soft hollows that I craved so badly, her smile began to twitch at the corner, until she simply could not tolerate it any longer.
"Hahahahaha pleahee-hee-hee-heese, what are you doing? Hahahaha" she giggled, her chest heaving in her bra and her slight belly jiggling delightfully. I could not keep me eyes off her as my fingers continued their infernal work, each digit working tirelessly upon every nerve-ending to be found in her smooth pits. I look into her eyes that were filling with tears, and I drank in ever single girlish giggle that jittered from her lips.
"Does it tickle?" I asked, not expecting a response, but delighted when I got one.
"Ye-he-he-he-hes yes! It fucking ti-hi-hi-hickles!" the girl cried under my busy fingertips.
She began to hop in place as my fingers flew down her bare ribs and sides, her body wiggling as I counted every rib.
"Wahahahahahahaha please stop ihihihihit! Stohohohoho hop!"
Her cries were so far away and yet so loud in my ears, as though she were singing for me. I leaned in to lick a tear from her cheek, and the look on her face told me that this was when she understood how very fucked she was. Two big doe eyes begging for me to stop. But there would be no stopping.
One set of fingers wiggled under her arm while the other sought out every inch of ticklish skin between her ribs and her waist. She hopped and she laughed and she hopped and she laughed, and never once did my hands falter as they worked upon her.
I blew raspberries on her belly, licked her bellybutton, and nibbled on her ribs while my fingers danced and danced in her delicious armpits. Her tears were even more delicious, and I licked her full lips as they parted in endless laughter.
I lifted Rebecca's leg and she let out a high-pitched whine as I unzipped her boot and popped it off at the heel. Her worried eyes followed me as I lifted her other leg to unzip the other boot, and the sight of her nylon-wrapped foot and the fearful look on her face made me swell even more. I tore off her tights from the waist in one savage motion, and my magical ropes bound her ankles and raised them up so that the poor girl was now supine and available to me.
Her heels and the balls of her feet were slightly red from her hopping and dancing, but the arch of her foot was silken and awaiting my touch.
"Plehehehese, how about not my feet? Let's do this another day, okay?" she pleaded, but I had already begun.
I grazed my fingertips gently from the bottom of her toes to her heels, causing her to giggle and twist in her magical bonds.
"Pleeheeheeheesahahahahahahahaha no no no no stop ihihihihihihihit!" she begged through fits of laughter as my fingers worked hungrily on her soft bare soles.
"Tickle tickle tickle" I teased, holding her toes back in order to free up as much space as possible for my fingernails to torment her bare sole, "Does that tickle?"
Her gorgeous breasts heaved and her hips wiggled as I moved from one foot to the other, tracing circle 8s upon her soles, spidering my fingers from heels to toes, and otherwise nibbling at her ankles and whatever parts of her feet my fingers were not already busy.
"Hahahahahahahahah you have to stohohohop you have to stohohop! Pleeeheeeheeheese you have to sto-ho-ho-ho-hop"
"Stop" she said, and I realised then that I had been tapping my finger on the table.
"What's the matter with you today?" she asked, before taking a drag from her cigarette and eyeing me up.
I snapped out of my temporary lapse in reality and very suddenly realised that I had no idea what Rebecca had been talking about.
"Ehm, sorry. I'll...eh...I'll get us some drinks."
