Pink Crush
Pink Crush
By
Shiralyn J Lee
Copyright © 2012 Shiralyn J. Lee
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Cover artwork by Shiralyn J. Lee
Copyright @ Shiralyn J. Lee February 1st 2012
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Table of Contents
Dedication
Introduction
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
About the Author
Published Books
Dedication
I dedicate this book to my wife Janice...for being my lover, my best friend and my life. I also give dedication to the memory of Cindy Kampmeinert. Firefighting for nine years she was seriously injured in a hit and run incident whilst touring India on her motorbike; she died five days later. Although we never met on a personal level I will always remember Cindy the day I saw her at Vancouver pride. Her sheer energy left an impact on my heart. The smile on her face said it all as she soaked the crowd with a water hose whilst hanging onto the side of the fire-truck. The impact of her not attending the following pride festival was felt by thousands. She is greatly missed by the gay and lesbian community. Thank you Cindy for being so brave.
Introduction
This is a story about a 24 year old female fire fighter Danny Cooper. She hasn’t had a serious relationship in the last five years and tends to have the odd one night stands whenever she feels the need to fill the void. She can be perceived as a shy person with a cute tomboyish look. She is a likeable girl with many friends in her life and is considered very trustworthy. Many young girls at the night club fantasize over her, wishing that they could be had by this physically fit boyish looking girl with a cute shy looking type of face and penetrating blue eyes to stare back at them. But her interest in them is short lived as she hasn’t found one with a brain yet. Or more to the point once a girl opens her mouth it’s all downhill from there.
She has a firm muscular build and has to be physically fit so that she can keep up with the constant demands in her working environment. Because of the job she does she has to wear heavy body equipment, pitch heavy ladders and haul equipment outside of burning buildings.
Danny has never slept with a man and never will. She has been penis free all of her life. Her last relationship was with Sam in which she is now best friends with. Their relationship as a couple didn’t work because Danny worked too many hours and Sam was feeling neglected and sought companionship in other women on a regular basis. When the strain became too much for them to survive the constant arguments that occurred most nights they went their own separate ways.
Sam now works in a gay bookstore. Her philosophy is that books can change people’s lives whether they’re new or old and it’s also a social and intellectual place where you can meet some great authors at book signing events. She has different girls on the go at the moment as at the age of 26 she finds it hard to be faithful and seems to have an addiction to sex. She too is likeable but has a witty yet catty personality. She can pick up a girl within minutes of meeting her. Maybe it was down to her good looks, with her grey eyes and her black buzzed hair with its pointed spikes gelled perfectly in place. Or maybe she was just such a charmer with the ladies but whatever it was she knew how o use it.
She is now a loyal and protective friend to Danny and when they play pool together most nights of the week they tend to enjoy each other’s company because the drama that used to be between them has long gone.
They both enjoy the occasional company of CJ a long standing gay male friend of theirs. He is what he is, a drama queen! If there’s a good gossip story going he has to know all about it. One thing about CJ is that he adores both Danny and Sam as he was the one who got them to rekindle their friendship and move on from their past mistakes.
This story begins with Danny setting her sights on a new girl in town and before long she finds herself questioning why she can’t get this girl out of her head.
This story is told in the first person sense, through Danny.
PINK CRUSH
Chapter One
It was five years ago—I still remember those harsh words that we spat at each other...words that would stay with me for a long time…
…“I don’t think I can do this anymore, Sam! You don’t know the meaning of being faithful, do you? I just want us to remain friends. We seem to be good at that part anyway.” I stood there watching her trying to squirm her way out of this but no matter what excuse she came up with, I knew we could never go back to what we once had.
“But, Danny... I love you. I feel awful that I’ve hurt you. I can’t help it if I find other women attractive. They mean nothing to me! Please don’t break up with me. I’ll try harder, I promise.” She pleaded her case but it was all falling on deaf ears at this point.
“No, Sam, it’s over. I need you to move out immediately!” It was over between us and I couldn’t cope with the humiliation of her deceitfulness anymore.
It only took her an hour to pack her belongings into her suitcase and with a loud slam of the door she was gone. After that, I couldn’t bring myself to get involved in any more serious relationships, and one night stands seemed to be the answer to that problem. Which brings us to where we are today. Five years of trust and respect. Of truth and no secrets. A friendship with no lies. She was my wing-man and I hers, and now I watch her cheat on every girl whose heart she captures right before moving on to her next victim. I couldn’t help but feel sorry for some of these naive bimbos, as she would call them. None of us like to experience heartache, especially when deep down each one of us has the same thought. That she’ll be the one who can break Sam’s infidelity.
She’d monitor her next victim for hours, usually spotting them for the first time in the pool hall parading around and showing off their prize booty. She’d play it cool but all the time making sure that they would notice her every move. She’d even ask me if they were looking at her so that she could pose in certain ways to make herself look even more irresistible. I just don’t know how she did it.
Me, I was useful to her right up until she had her target where she wanted her. Then I’d be dropped as fast as two cups of crazy. But our friendship had a strong bond and we understood each other. What I did in my bed was my business and what she did in her bed was everyone’s business. She loved to brag. One thing about Sam that I’ll be grateful for, is that she taught me how to be good in the sack. I must have been a big disappointment on our first shag but soon after, I was the one in control and bringing Sam to orgasm was like opening a can of beer. As soon as it was opened there’d always be a gushing fizz.
The types of girls I sought to pick up had the same usual trend with each other. Big tits, a nice ass and usually so
drunk that any dyke (that means me) would do. My opening chat up line would be, ‘I’m not interested in a relationship and we probably won’t see each other again after tonight but do you want to shag anyway?’ The answer would usually be ‘okay’. Sometimes I’d get a, ‘piss off love you’re just not my type’ but that just made the hunt more interesting. Seeking out my next conquest was easy. I’d just keep plying her with beer until she was too pissed to care. But the best line I used was the fact that I was a firefighter, which is true by the way. What dyke couldn’t resist a heroine in uniform? The tables would be turned and they’d be buying drinks for me. Putty in my hands!
It was Friday night and the pool hall was buzzing with potential talent. One girl caught Sam’s attention when she walked in by herself. She didn’t look as though she wanted to be there and appeared a little nervous as she searched around like she was looking for someone. I did notice that she had made one vital mistake though. She had entered dykesville unescorted, fresh meat up for grabs in anyone’s book.
“Hey, Danny, I’ve just spotted my next potential shag, what do you think?” she said as she held the pool cue upright and supported her chin on the end of it. Her body was totally relaxed but her eyes keen and focused on her unsuspecting project.
For some strange reason I felt an uneasy twist of jealousy hit me in the stomach as she spoke those words. It was hard to hide my feelings from her as this was not part of my character. I don’t do the envious concealed feelings. I could tell Sam anything without there being any consequences but something was stopping me from saying, ‘Not this one Sam.’ Instead, I felt compelled to make insults about the girl and ridicule her awful drab dress sense. “Look how she dresses. I bet that’s her mother’s outfit and I bet she’s a virgin and a straight one at that! She’s a cock tease, you can see it a mile away. I think you’d be wasting your time with that one,” I said. It was as if I had just double crossed her; stepped on her territory but I knew I had to do it. My effort to persuade her from making a move paid off and I was able to distract her lustful thoughts for this girl by pointing out a few little hotties that were sitting at the bar. They were making it obvious that they were up for anything.
“Yeah maybe you’re right she does look like a bit of a good girl. I’d probably be better off sticking to the tartier stock, they’re a guaranteed fuck. There’s a cute blonde sitting at the end of the bar, she’s been there a while and I don’t think she’s with anyone. Cover me, Danny, I’m going in.” She slipped away casually leaving me standing alone with a half-finished pool game still in play.
Why had I put her off this girl? Someone I didn’t know and someone I would probably never see again. She was a mere person that I had absolutely no interest in. Then as quickly as she had entered the hall, she left.
A drinking friend took over Sam’s position and we finished off playing our game of pool and through lack of concentration, I lost. That girl had been on my mind and interfered with my train of thought and play. I downed my pint quickly in annoyance at myself, and seeing that Sam was otherwise occupied with the blonde easy lay, I decided to leave.
My mind was distracted by the constant self-questioning as I made my way back home. The streets were buzzing with party revellers, mostly drunken assholes all out for a good time. They were cheering slurred comments. One of them, falling off the curb, puked down the side of a parked car as he collapsed into a drunken heap. His mates just watched and laughed at him.
Walking past the local fish and chip shop I looked in through the window as I was quite tempted by the alluring greasy smell wafting out through the doorway. There were two people standing in front of the counter and it didn’t look like they were doing too much ordering. In fact, they looked like they were in the middle of a dispute with each other. The man was swearing obscenities at her and she just stood there taking it.
Upon seeing the female make a dignified exit I began to recognise her face. It was the girl from the pool hall, the one who had disrupted my inner thoughts and turned my mind to mush. As she barged past me she quickly glanced in my direction, cutting me a cold scornful look. Maybe she thought, ‘what the fuck are you staring at?’ Or, ‘get out of my way bitch.’ I could see that tears were streaming down her face and I wanted to offer her my assistance but my nerves held me back. I lacked the confidence that usually gave me the courage to be cool. As she walked away I felt the need to follow her but that would make me a stalker. I had temporarily lost my sense of reasoning and began the irresistible venture down stalksville lane.
This girl sure was in an angry state. Her pace was fast and she was stopping for no one. I followed her down a narrow street until she turned a corner but when I reached it, she was gone. I had missed my opportunity to find out more about this nameless individual and now I felt pathetic standing there alone, staring into the dark shadows cast by the surrounding buildings. I needed to get over myself fast and just as I started to head back, my phone rang.
“Hey, Sam, what’s up?” I said as I kept glancing around wondering if I would catch sight of her.
“Where the fuck did you go?” Sam said annoyed at my departure. “You just left without saying a fucking word. I had a perfect guaranteed shag fest lined up for you.” She breathed heavy as she reprimanded me.
“Sam, I’m just not in the mood right now, I’m going straight home.” I was in no mood to chat up a girl that I hadn’t even met yet, especially when I was being pushed into it.
“Oh c’mon, Danny, don’t be in a pissy fit, not now. Look, I’ve met a girl, her name’s Selina. You know the blonde bit at the bar. Well her friend has just joined us and she’s a bit of okay. Her name is...”
“I’m not interested in her name, Sam. Just leave it, ‘cos I’m not interested, alright.” My tone had turned sharp with her just because she was failing to hear my protest.
“Well your loss, Danny, maybe I’ll take ‘em both on, then.” Her annoyance with me showed as she just cut me off from the call without a goodbye or safe journey home. But I was used to Sam’s ways and knew that she meant no harm by her actions.
I on the other hand was pissed off that I had wasted my time looking for this mysterious stranger. I’d had a brain fuck and needed to clear my thoughts immediately, so I changed my mind about going home, opting to go to a club that I had been to a couple of times with Sam. It’s name? Well that’s a secret. Luckily I knew the guy on the door well enough for him to let me in, plus passing him fifty quid on the sly helped a little. Only a select few had knowledge of its existence and it served its purpose for those who needed it.
I entered the club through a dimly lit hallway. Black velvet curtains hung over the doorway which was pretty typical for a venue of its calibre. The room itself was almost in darkness. There was just enough light to catch glimpses of semi-naked bodies, some being paraded around like sex slaves by mistresses leading them with a leather strap. One girl was straddled across a wooden plank, her wrists tied to the top of it. She was being lightly flogged by a tall woman wearing long black shiny PVC boots and not much else. Groans of pleasure and satisfaction could be heard coming from all directions. I particularly enjoyed watching a girl being intensely teased by an older experienced woman using a silver vibrator up and down her naked body. She was teasing her silky skin. The girl had no control where it was to touch next. Seeing her face light up with excitement, wanting that tiny mechanical object to fuck her brains out was a huge turn on for me.
An Asian girl with a slender figure and long straight hair approached me whilst I sat at the bar being a spectator. She ran her hands down my back, giving me a slight tickling sensation, but I sat without emotion as she worked her way around to my front. I picked up my pint, showing her that I didn’t care too much for what she was doing, and I could see that she desperately wanted my acknowledgement. Grabbing one of her hands, I slid it down the front of my jeans, holding it firmly in place ready to take action.
“Feel me,” I said coldly, not even bothering to look
at her.
She pushed her hand down lower inside my boxer shorts, searching for my wet patch, undoing my zip slowly, imagining that she would catch my interest. I allowed her wandering fingers to reach further inside. I needed her touch, I needed my frustration to be released.
“Let’s see how good you are. Enter me and fuck me!” My whisper was loud enough for her to hear as I slightly lifted my ass up off the bar stool so she could push her slender fingers in deep. Fucking me slowly and getting me hot, it was apparent that I was excited but I needed more.
“Come with me,” she whispered back. “You’ll be more comfortable over there.” She took me over to a booth in the corner. It was in total darkness and away from the others. The dark shadows managed to hide us and I had no shame in removing my jeans and throwing them onto the table. Everyone’s antics were on offer for spectators to take pleasure in watching the filthy show that was freely being displayed.
She licked my cheek with one long slow stroke of her wet tongue, then puckered up her lips and blew lightly on the dampened patch. It gave me goose bumps as she enticed me to lay down for her. She was gonna make me feel good.
I made myself comfortable on the couch and relaxed as she parted my legs and penetrated me once again with her fingers. Her thrusts were hard and deep and I rocked in rhythm with her jolts to receive even more intensity. She was beginning to release my sexual tension and for a short while I was lost in the world of lust; taking me to a place where I could escape reality. But then flashes of the nameless mystery girl entered my thoughts. I couldn’t concentrate, and for a moment I was lost and my interest in reaching orgasm was disrupted. Then I started to think deeper and imagined that she was the one on top of me naked, fucking me and teasing me. It was her who was thrusting at my insides, making me wet and amorous. I wanted her, I wanted to fuck her, I wanted to feel her, I wanted to taste her, I want, I want.....