James could here a licking sound. Lick. Lick. Lick. Initially the noise irritated him, because he couldn't place the source. It was dark and he was stumbling along on hands and knees, trying to find the way out.
There it was again! Lick. Lick. Lick.
He turned and looked off to his right. There was a girl seated at a booth in a small Mom and Pop burger joint. She was licking an ice cream cone. It was Alice Jerolds.
She had long silky black hair and bright hazel-green eyes. She was very intently licking at the cone.
James was twelve. She was fourteen. Until he had met Jill, older women had always been his undoing. How long had he carried a torch for this girl before he had finally giving up?
Instead, he remembered this was first time he had ever gotten an erection just from watching a girl eat. Surrounded by her friends, Alice had never even noticed him.
He was still in middle school, utterly beneath her notice. She was going to be a freshman in high school next year. James felt her glance at him and dismissively look away, nose in the air.
Not to be outdone, James deliberately looked away as well. It was what he should have done way back then if he had only had the sense to see it. Move on to greener pastures and stop mooning over her.
But the noise persisted. Lick. Lick. Lick.
Almost against his will James turned to look again, but the scene had changed, and radically. Alice was gone, replaced by a grown woman, blonde and buxom. She was also licking an ice cream cone.
Lick. Lick. Lick.
It was Jill. Sitting outside the Tastee-Freeze with Otis. Tall, dark, and handsome. Otis. James smiled, then frowned.
He didn't want Otis to see him like this. A man. He would be disgusted to know it had been James who sat there and made eyes at him, giggling at his jokes and his foolheaded boasts. James who had crawled into the backseat and...
James felt sick. He tried to roll onto his side. Get up. Insistent hands restrained her, gently but securely.
Lick. Lick. Lick.
It was Jill that Otis loved and for awhile James had been Jill. He had endured the rough hewn man's hands and attentions, and even grown to find some of them endearing. No longer.
He was a man again and he would never ever do th - -
James looked down at his hand. He was holding an icecream cone.
Lick. Lick. Lick.
The taste of vanilla was in his mouth but it quickly turned bitter. Salty.
James spit to one side in a long practiced way. When she looked back up, Jill was gone, the Tastee-Freeze too. There was only Otis and the backseat of his car.
She was Jill now. James could feel it in the suppleness of her spine, the weight of her breasts, the cushion of her buttocks, and the absence between her legs. How strange that what was once so alien should now feel so familiar.
Lick. Lick. Lick.
James looked down in her hand. The icecream cone was now a penis, once the largest she had ever seen, but that was before her encounter with Matt. Otis was attached to the penis, looking down at her expectantly.
James took it into her mouth, and gagged, even as a burst of pleasure exploded inside her. Stomach heaving up what little she had to drink, James thrashed in her restraints. Briefly opening her eyes, the confused man trapped in Jill's vital young body saw a pale face with dark, shadowed eyes and red, rouged lips pause in its licking, drawing back from between her legs.
A woman's face. A spiked stud dotted her chin.
Her airway cleared, the drug induced sleep began to reassert its hold on poor James. She realized it wasn't Otis's jizz she was choking on, but whiskey. And what was that girl doing to her?
There was an ache down there now, her pussy humming with a post-orgasm intensity. A man's hand touched her, a little roughtly it seemed. James felt him move her, spread her legs.
Suddenly he was inside her. It was heaven. Even as she fell back down into unconsciousness James felt herself start to orgasm again.
A man's voice, somehow familiar, somewhere in time, laughing.
