On Monday, I asked Brooke if she could pass by on Tuesday night. I wanted to talk to her about the Meghan thing, but sometimes, the best-laid plans of mice and men don’t amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world (or something like that). Thus, things didn’t go as expected.
First, I was late. I was held up at work, so I was an hour late. Then, when I got to my place, it was dark. Mandy was supposed to be there, but she wasn’t. Great. At least, Minx was there, in her little apartment above the fridge, looking a little bored. She immediately latched onto me, and no amount of shooing would rid me of her.
“Oh, Jaycee! I want to try something on you. It’s a permanent-erection spell. You’ll love it!”
“No way. Been there, done that.”
“Aw… How about I give you boobs?”
“I’d rather not.”
“Aw… You’re no fun. Okay, then handshake orgasms it is!”
She just zapped me with the spell.
“Wait! What do you mean, handshake orgasm? For me, or for the other person, or both?”
But she didn’t respond. Instead, a voice rose behind me. A female voice. Brooke’s voice!
“Dude, who you talking to?” she asked.
Uh oh. Busted!
“N-no one… What do you mean?”
“You’re kidding, right? I heard you, plain as day, talking about something, like some handshake orgasm. You weren’t talking to yourself.”
Yeah… That was going to be hard to explain. And seeing as I didn’t have time to come up with a good excuse, I didn’t say anything.
“You were talking to someone. About… a handshake orgasm?”
Brooke started moving forward, and I was worried she was going to try and shake my hand. So I figured a quick defensive move:
“Amen!” I shouted. Then again: “AMEN!”
The effects were instantaneous, of course. One of Brooke’s hands fluttered to her forehead, the other reaching for the wall to steady herself. As the first orgasm hit, she barely managed to stand up, thighs pressed thight. The second climax built up in the middle of the first one (if that makes any sense) and her knees gave way. She dropped to the floor, then fell backwards, twisting like bacon in a hot pan. When she came down from the rush, she looked up at me with an expression I couldn’t quite decipher.
“You bastard. That was a cheap shot!” She propped herself up on her elbows. “Awright, help a lady up, you jerk!”
I didn’t realize the trap until too late. I reached forward and grabbed her hand, pulling her up from the floor. And I was hit by the MOTHER of all orgasms. I fell forward, right on top of Brooke (whose breasts nicely cushioned my fall), my hips bucking back and forth against hers.
When I calmed down, she looked up straight into my eyes. “You all right?”
I nodded.
“Jaycee, I think there’s something going on that you haven’t been telling me.”
So yeah, long story short, last night I finally told Brooke about faeries.
–Jaycee
10 thoughts on “Brooke Finds Out!”
Jakob
It was only a matter of time really, you probably couldn’t make the “you’re a warlock” lie last much longer.
So i’m guessing that after all that happened, you forgot to talk to Brooke about Meghan?
Gallstone
Seconded: with that whole parcel of curses on him/her, it was only a matter of time before the truth came out.
It’s unfortunate that Minx seems to be upping her game…
thelurker
What’s the deal with Minx, anyway? She’s asking you whether to give you boobs or a permanent erection? Seriously? Is she into “informed consent” now?
Attitude, no the other hand, would have made you sprout both breasts and and erection so big you could tit-fuck yourself. Then she’d probably not return you to normal until you did. Come to think of it, I kind of miss her…
Peace,
Lurker.
Gallstone
Not quite ‘consent’, but perhaps preference… Funnily enough, I prefer Minx to Attitude. At least this way, there’s a mite more control; a chance to brace for impact. And maybe, just maybe, if she’s asked the right way, for respite.
thelurker
I don’t know. Attitude seemed more creative.
Gallstone
Yes. Yes, she did. Spitefully creative. See my point?
Jaycee
Or maybe, spritefully creative?
–Jaycee
Gallstone
Depends. Is there a difference between sprites and faeries?
And as long as you seem to be paying attention to this thread…
Question #2: Is there such a thing as a male faerie, or do they actually reproduce with squirrels during those raucous parties you mentioned?
Question #3: Any chance of Minx coming online and talking to us? 😉
Jaycee
Oh, I’m sorry. She’s faery creative. 🙂
#2: If there are male faeries, I’ve never seen one or even heard of one.
#3: Why would she do that? I’m not even sure faeries KNOW what computers are…
–Jaycee
Gallstone
Well, there’s a good reason for you to introduce her to the concept: the more time she spends online doing whatever (make sure your private info isn’t on any computer you teach her to use, though, or you might get more than softcore porn videos in the mail), the less time she has to get bored and try every curse in the Young Faery’s Handbook out on you.
Moreover, teaching Minx about the things humans do might help you in teaching her to understand the human condition and curb her desire to do nasty things, yes?