Fun Shay
Part III — The Wood Element
“Ah, Miss Shay. How are things going for you this day?”
“I’m doing great, Mr. Lee.”
Did the old grocer’s face fall just a little. Shay wasn’t sure but the truth was things were going fine.
“School’s going pretty good right now,” she said. “Things are tough, but so far right now, things are good.”
“I’m glad to hear it. I was worried about you though.”
“You were worried about me? That’s so sweet, Mr. Lee.”
“I wouldn’t know about that, Miss Shay, but I did get you something, but if everything is going fine, maybe you don’t need it.”
“You got me something, Mr. Lee. What is it?”
“Are you sure you still want it?”
“Why wouldn’t I want it? It’s not something weird, is it?”
The crestfallen man shook his head. “Nothing weird,” the old man said. “It’s just a little figurine.”
“A little figurine? What’s it a figure of?”
“It’s an ancient Chinese figure from Wang Dynasty.”
“Can I see it?”
“I don’t know,” the old man said. “If you don’t want it, then I wouldn’t want to give you something you don’t actually want.”
“Oh come on, Mr. Lee. I want it.”
“Are you sure?”
Shay couldn’t help but laugh. “I’m a girl, Mr. Lee. I love getting gifts.”
“Well if you’re sure.”
Shay laughed again. “I’m sure, Mr. Lee. Really, I’m sure. I want to see it.”
“All right.” The old man reached under the counter and he brought up some sort of figurine. It was wooden. Shay could see that much. And it was long and cylindrical. Shay could see that, too. And from the way it gleamed in the light, it was clear that it had been polished, too. But other than that ... well, to be honest, not that Shay would ever tell the old man this, but to be honest, it kind of looked like a wooden dildo.
“What is it?” the girl asked.
“It’s a fertility statue.”
Yeah, the girl thought with a smirk. With the size of that dick, you’d have to think the guy who was the model for that would have to be pretty fertile. “But why would you get me a fertility statue?”
“I don’t understand.”
“Why would you get me a fertility statue. I’m not looking to get pregnant, Mr. Lee. In fact, that’s the last thing on my mind.”
The old man shook his head. “You’ve got me all wrong,” the man said. “That’s not what I meant at all.”
“Then what did you mean?”
“In my country, women of great beauty would put this in their window. Usually, it signified that they were healthy and that they were desired. It was meant as a compliment.”
Shay couldn’t help but smile. “So are you saying you think I’m beautiful, Mr. Lee?”
If she expected the old man to balk, she had another thing coming. The old man just looked right at her and he nodded. “I think you are a beautiful, young woman.”
Shay smiled. She hadn’t really expected him to say that.
“So do you want it?” the old man asked.
Did she want it? Not really, but then she didn’t want to hurt the old man’s feelings either. “I don’t know,” she said. “I don’t know where I’d put it.”
“I already told you,” the old man said. “You want to put it in your window, preferably one that faces to the east.”
“Yeah, but Mr. Lee—”
“What?”
Shay shook her head. The man just didn’t get it. “Fine,” she said. “I’ll take it.”
“Excellent. You won’t be disappointed, Miss Shay.”
Yeah right, the girl thought. She was already regretting this but she just hadn’t wanted to tell the old man no. So she was going to take the thing home and after she got it there, she wasn’t sure what she was going to do with it but one thing was certain. She wasn’t going to put it in the window.
When she got it home, she took it out of the bag that Mr. Lee had given her and she sat down on the couch in her living room. Somehow, she’d hoped that when she’d gotten the thing home, she’d hoped that maybe it wouldn’t look as much like a big, fat wooden cock as it had looked before, but if anything, it looked even more like a cock than it had before.
The surface seemed to almost gleam with a hard polish and Shay smiled to herself. She looked at the figure. There wasn’t a fingerprint to be found. Did that mean no one had thought of it the way she did or did that mean that someone had taken the time to really buff it out.
She wouldn’t have minded doing that.
Whoa! Where had that thought come from, and yet now that it was there, it was hard to get out of her head. She wouldn’t mind ...
No, it was stupid. She shouldn’t think that way. It was dumb.
Yeah but it wasn’t like anyone was here. It wasn’t like anyone would catch her.
This was crazy. What if someone walked in?
No one was home, she reminded herself, and if anyone did come home, she could always just put it away, and besides, she hadn’t ever seen a cock that big before, much less gotten her hands around it.
This was dumb, she told herself as she cast one last look at the door to her apartment. This was really dumb.
And with that, she wrapped her hand around the figurine.
Of course, this wasn’t the way a real one would feel, she told herself, but it felt good. In fact ...
She giggled to herself. It was almost like the more she handled it, the more she felt the tingling of something between her legs.
She smiled again. That was stupid, she told herself. It couldn’t do something like that.
It was the sound of a key in the door lock that got Shay’s attention. In that instant, she was leaning forward. She barely had time to get the thing down on the coffee table in front of her before the door opened.
It was her roommate, Danielle.
Danielle was the same age as Shay. Where Shay had blond hair, Danielle’s was dark. Where Shay was pursuing a Bachelors of Arts degree, Danielle was a science major all the way, and where Shay liked to play and have fun, Danielle was business all the time, and yet as different as the two girls were, they were also very much the same.
They’d both been in the dorms at the same time and in fact, that was where they’d met and it was where they’d become friends. When Shay needed to study, she knew Danielle could keep her on target, and when Shay thought Danielle needed to play, it was Shay that was able to get her friend out of her shell. The two of them were good together and they were good for each other as well.
It was kind of hard to miss a big, wooden cock standing upright on the coffee table and Danielle didn’t miss it. “What’s that?” she demanded.
“It’s a statue.”
“Uh huh,” Danielle said in a voice that left it clear she wasn’t really believing this. “Where’d it come from?”
“From Mr. Lee.”
“The grocer guy?”
Shay nodded.
“He must be like seventy years old, right? What’s he giving you a dildo for?”
“It’s not a dildo.”
“Oh come on, Shay. Look at it.”
Shay already knew what it looked like but now that she’d said what she’d said, she just felt like she couldn’t go back. “It’s not a dildo,” she said. “It’s a piece of Chinese art.”
“Chinese art, huh? What’s it doing on the coffee table then?”
Shay loved her roommate but sometimes, Danielle could be so exasperating. “You’re right,” she said. “It doesn’t belong there.” She grabbed up the figure and she marched it over to the window. “Mr. Lee said it should go in a window that faces east so it belongs here.”
“You’re going to put it there?”
“I just did, didn’t I?”
“Sometimes, I don’t get you, Shay.”
“What’s to get?”
“I don’t care if that thing is a piece of Chinese art. It still looks like a wooden dildo to me and you’re sticking it in our window.”
“Yeah, so?”
“So what are people going to think when they see that there?”
“I don’t know and I don’t care, but that’s where it goes.”
“And who told you this?”
“Mr. Lee.”
“So now you’re taking decorating tips from the same man who sells you your bananas?”
“It’s not like that.”
“Yeah, what is it like?”
Shay didn’t say anything.
“And you know what else,” her roommate said.
“What?”
“That window,” Danielle said. “That window doesn’t face east. The one in my bedroom does, but that one faces north.”
“I don’t care,” Shay said.
Danielle just smiled. “I just thought you should know,” she said breezily and then she turned and walked down the hall to her bedroom.
In spite of her words, Shay did care. She’d only put the figurine where it was to call Danielle’s bluff but now that Danielle had called her on it, it was almost as if she felt obligated to leave it there.
Damn!
Shay wasn’t sure what time it was, but it was late at night and something had roused her from her slumbers. She couldn’t help but growl in frustration. She didn’t want to be awake. She wanted to be asleep but here she was and she was awake.
Okay, she wasn’t just awake. She was awake ... and she was horny.
Shay growled to herself even as she slid a hand down inside her panties. She didn’t want to be awake and she certainly didn’t want to be horny. She wanted to be asleep.
Mmm. But her fingers said otherwise. Oh geez. Her pussy was wet.
Damn it. She didn’t want to be horny.
But she was horny.
And that’s when she became aware of the two figures there in her bedroom. They were dark and they were shadowy and they were standing there just beyond the edge of her bed. “Who are you?” she called out.
No answer.
That should have alarmed her but it didn’t. Instead, it just kind of made her even hotter. They were watching her play with herself. Fine. Let them watch.
And that’s when Shay realized that her body wasn’t under the covers. She was above the covers and that meant they could see everything.
Well, maybe not everything. After all, the room was dark and she couldn’t see them but somehow, Shay got the feeling they could see her and that just made her even hotter.
Maybe she should give them even more to see.
She lifted up her t-shirt and she let her hands play over her tits. So they wanted to watch, did they. Fine. They could watch this.
As horny as she now was, it was clear she wasn’t going to be going back to sleep anytime soon.
“So do you boys want to see my pussy?” she asked the shadowy figures at the end of her bed.
There was no answer and really, she could see so little of the figures that there was no reason to assume that they were boys and yet Shay knew. They were boys.
Fine. They didn’t want to answer. That was fine. Shay simply stripped off her panties and once more, she let her hands slip between her legs.
She couldn’t help but moan for her watchers. “It feels good,” she told them. “It feels good to have you watching me.”
Still the men said nothing.
“Are you boys just going to stand there?” she asked. God, she couldn’t believe it. Why was she acting like such a slut?
She wasn’t sure how she knew it but she was sure the men had their cocks out and she was sure they were stroking them as they watched her play with her pussy.
“Do you want to fuck me?” she asked.
Still there was no answer.
“I hope you want to fuck me,” Shay told the men, “because that’s what I want too.”
Still the men said nothing.
“Can’t you see what I need?” Shay pleaded.
And still the men said nothing but then one of them was breaking himself loose and one of them was stepping forward.
It was weird, Shay thought. There was enough light that she could see that he was there and he was coming closer. She could feel the bed shift as he climbed onto the bed and then he was slipping between her legs and yet in spite of that, she couldn’t make out anything about him.
But then the man slid between her legs and she could feel his cock pushing up against her pussy and then he wasn’t just pushing against her pussy. She could feel the head of his cock as the man opened her up and Shay couldn’t help but moan. “Oh yeah,” she moaned. “Oh yeah. I like it.”
The man said nothing but then he didn’t have to say anything. His cock just kept on cumming and really, that was all Shay wanted.
“Oh geez,” she moaned. “Oh geez. Fuck me.”
The man was starting to groan now. Oh geez, the girl thought. Oh geez. Fuck me.
He was going to cum inside her and Shay knew she wanted it. She wanted it and she needed it. Oh geez, do it. Cum inside me. Do it. Make me cum. Make me cum.
The man was groaning again and this time, there was no doubt about what was going to happen. One sharp thrust and then one more and the man groaned as his cock came in Shay’s pussy.
Oh fuck. She was cumming. She was cumming hard.
The man was gone but almost as quickly as he’d left her pussy, the second one had moved in to take his place. Just like the first one, the man’s cock was right there at her pussy’s entrance, and just like the first one, he didn’t wait to stick his cock inside.
Oh fuck, Shay thought. Oh fuck. He was just as good as the first one. Oh fuck. She needed to get her pussy fucked. Oh fuck. She needed to have her pussy cum.
And the man was going to give it to her, just the way she wanted it. She could tell. She could feel his cock between her legs.
Oh geez. She couldn’t wait. Fuck me, she wanted to tell him. Fuck me. Fuck me harder.
The man growled and then he groaned but he said nothing.
He didn’t have to say anything. Shay knew. He was going to cum and she knew she wanted him to. She wanted to feel it. She wanted to feel his cum.
The man groaned and that’s when Shay felt it. He was doing it. He was actually doing it. He was cumming inside her tight, little pussy, and she loved it.
Shay sat up in bed.
There were no men. She wasn’t undressed and her pussy hadn’t been fucked. It was all a dream, an incredibly vivid dream, but it was all a dream.
Too bad, Shay thought as she settled back down. She would have liked something like that, but she wasn’t that kind of a girl.
It was all a dream, she told herself as she closed her eyes. It was all just a dream.
The next morning, Shay had an 8:00 class. She hated 8:00 classes but it had been the only one that had fit her schedule but just because it fit her schedule didn’t mean she had to like it.
And besides, on top of everything, the dream from the night before was still fresh in her mind. She would have liked some time to take it easy, to just relax and to think about the dream. Well, maybe more than just think about it, she told herself, but the thing was, she had an 8:00 class.
It was some time later that morning and Shay’s roommate was finally getting up. Danielle’d had the most incredible dream the night before. She didn’t normally have dreams like that, but this one, mmm, this one had been so incredibly vivid.
Normally, she’d get up and have a short run, then come back to the apartment and take a shower. A run always seemed to clear the mind. It was like getting her ready for the day. It was like the very act of tiring her body out was enough to reset her body.
But this day, she just didn’t want to do it. That was hardly a surprise. Half the mornings, it seemed, she had to get her lazy butt out the door which was weird considering how good it felt when it was over, but hey, that was just the way it was.
But even that wasn’t the way it was this day. This day was different. This day, she wanted a different kind of work-out.
Come on, she told herself. Get your lazy ass out the door.
But the thing was she didn’t want to. She already had her running clothes on. She already had her ipod ready. She was ready to go and yet she just didn’t want to go.
Maybe she’d just sit here on the couch for a moment.
No, she told herself. No. Get your lazy ass up and out the door.
But it was already too late. She was sitting down and then she was letting her fingers slide between her legs and she was rubbing her shorts against her pussy.
No, she whimpered. No. I got to run.
It was the dream. She knew it was. It was the dream from the night before.
She couldn’t help but moan as her hands lifted her t-shirt. She already knew she wasn’t going to go running but then she knew she didn’t want to run anyways.
It was so easy to strip off her t-shirt.
Two guys there in her bedroom. Two guys standing in the dark. Oh God. It was making her hot just thinking about it all over again.
Her hands played with her tits and then she undid the catches on her sports bra. Oh damn. This was good.
Oh my God, she thought. Her nipples were so hard.
She let a hand slide between her legs. Oh yeah, she told herself. Oh yeah. She definitely wasn’t going to be running today.
Oh geez.
And that was when she saw it, standing there in the window. She shouldn’t, she told herself. It was wrong, but who’d know. After all, Shay was in class and she wouldn’t be back until after noon.
She still shouldn’t.
Yeah, but she wanted to.
It was wrong.
Yeah, but who’d know?
She got up and she crept across the room before she sheepishly realized there was no one there to see her. Silly, she told herself. Just silly.
She took the object from the window and her pussy jumped as she wrapped her fingers around it. Hell, it was almost to be expected, she thought. When you had an object that looked like that one did, it was almost expected that people would find it hot.
She sat herself down and she took the time to take off her shorts and her panties. She wasn’t going to be needing those for a while, she told herself, and then she seated herself on the couch.
“Oh God,” she moaned as she played the thing over her lips and then she moaned again. “Oh fuck.”
She moaned again, this time as she pushed the wooden cock past her lips. Damn, that was good, she told herself. Damn, that just felt so right between her legs.
It felt even better when she pushed it even deeper. Chinese art, huh, the girl told herself. Well, it just so happened that that fucking piece of Chinese art felt good when it was fucking her little fucking pussy.
She’d been just a little tentative at first but she wasn’t tentative anymore. She was just jamming that cock between her legs and with every thrust, she moaned out loud. She couldn’t believe how fucking good that felt.
She was going to cum. She knew that and she knew she couldn’t wait for it. She just kept on fucking herself. It just felt so good.
She cried out as her pussy wrapped itself around the cock between her legs and then she cried out again. Oh fuck, that was good. Oh fuck. That was so fucking good.
His name was Nick and he was in Danielle’s Biology class. She’d always thought him as a bit of a boor before but that day in class, there was something about him. She’d brought him home with her after class. To study, she told him. She could fix them a dinner and then they could get down to it, and Nick had agreed.
She’d fixed them dinner all right, and then she’d taken Nick to her bedroom. It was quieter there, she said. They wouldn’t be disturbed, but when Nick tried to open his book, she’d pushed him back on the bed.
“What are you doing?” the boy asked.
“Studying.”
“Studying? Studying what?”
Danielle couldn’t believe just how hot she was as she crawled up over his body. “Biology.”
“Biology?”
Her hand had reached down to open his belt and then she was sliding her hand down inside his jeans. “Human biology, actually.”
“Human biology?”
“Yeah,” Danielle said as she wrapped her hand around the boy’s cock. “Human biology. You want to help me study?”
“But I thought—”
“Lift my skirt,” the girl said.
“What?”
“Lift my skirt.”
“I always thought you were kind of cold,” the boy said as he pulled up her skirt.
“And I always thought you were kind of a jerk. Do you like my ass?”
“What?”
“Do you like my ass?”
“Yeah, why?”
“I kind of thought you might.”
“Why?”
“From the way your hands gripped my ass. From the way you still have them there now. You want me to take off my panties?”
“Yeah.”
“If I do, I want you to promise me something.”
“What’s that?”
“If I do, I want you to teach me everything you know about human biology. Deal?”
“Deal.”
It wasn’t that long before Danielle was stripping off her panties and before she was once more sitting astride Nick’s body and from there, it was an even shorter time before she was sliding her pussy down on Nick’s cock. “Oh,” she groaned as she took the boy inside her. “Oh yeah.”
His name was Michael. He played guitar outside the coffee shop on campus. Sometimes, people would put money in his guitar case. More likely, they wouldn’t, but Michael continued to play. He liked to play. He would have liked to make money, but he definitely liked to play.
It was getting close to seven and he knew he had to wrap it up. The club had a “real” musician coming then. Someone they’d paid to be there, as if that was the measure of what a musician was. Wasn’t he a real musician, he asked himself.
Apparently not. At least not in the eyes of the coffee shop management. Still, if he wanted to play, he had to play by their rules, so ...
“One last song,” he told the crowd. There were a few groans. Not as many as he might have hoped for but hey, some of them were probably only here to see the “real” musician.
He finished his song and he was starting to wrap up when a girl came up to him. “I liked your music,” she said.
“Thanks.”
“My name’s Danielle.”
“Hi, Danielle. Nice to meet you.”
“You got some place to go?” the girl asked.
“Go?”
“You know. Like another gig, or maybe a girlfriend. Something like that?”
Michael shook his head. “No. Nothing like that.”
“I was wondering if you’d like to come back to my apartment with me.”
“I don’t know. I got somewhere I got to go.”
“You said you didn’t.”
“What’d you say you wanted to do?” the man asked again.
“I just wanna have some fun. We can make some music together.”
“You’re a musician?”
“In a way. You could say there’s a certain instrument I like to play.”
“What’s that?”
“Come on back with me and I’ll show you.”
It had taken some doing and some coaxing but Danielle had had the feeling that she just couldn’t come right out and say it and whether she was right or not, in the end, Michael had come home with her and when she’d invited him into her bedroom so that she could show him her instrument, he’d willingly followed.
“Where is it?” he asked.
Danielle sat on her bed. “Right here.”
The man still didn’t get it. “Right where?”
But he got it when Danielle started to take down his zipper. “Oh my God,” he said. “What are you doing?”
Danielle pulled out his cock. “I’m showing you my instrument,” she said. “Wanna see what happens when I blow on it?”
“You’re crazy.”
“I’m not crazy. I’m just horny. So you want to see?”
“See what?”
“You wanna see what happens when I blow on it? You won’t believe the sounds I can get.”
The man just looked at her but her hand was still stroking his cock. “All right,” he said. “Show me.”
So Danielle showed him. She would have shown him anyway whether he’d wanted her to or not, but it was always nice to be asked.
It was clear from the audience response that Danielle’s impromptu recital was an almost immediate success, and it wasn’t long before Michael was getting into the tune she was playing and when he suggested that maybe he should show her what he could do with her instrument, Danielle was quick to agree.
It wasn’t long before he had her on her hands and knees and from the way she was screaming, it was clear he was getting rave reviews and when Danielle told him to do it, to fuck her, to give her pussy what it needed, it was clear that the concert was an undeniable success.
His name was Carl. He’d been floating. He knew that. His dad was a professor. His mom was a professor. They kept telling him he should do something with his life, but to them, do something meant go to college and get a degree, but Carl wasn’t sure he wanted to do it. He had the grades. He knew he could do the work. He just wasn’t sure he wanted to do it.
So he was floating. He worked at a local dive shop and when he wasn’t working there, he was riding his skateboard at a local skateboard park. It was at the skateboard park where the girl approached him.
“You know, you’re pretty good at that.”
He looked her over. Not bad. College age though. That was always a problem. “Thanks,” he said. “My dad send you?”
“Your dad?”
“How about my mom? Did she send you?”
The girl shook her head. “No one sent me. I just like your tricks.”
“Thanks.”
“How old are you?”
“Eighteen. Why?”
“I was just wondering.”
“Wondering what?”
“If that’s all you want to do with your life.”
“Are you sure my parents didn’t send you?”
“I told you. No one sent me. I was just looking for someone who was limber enough to do some tricks with me.”
The girl looked limber enough but he didn’t see a skateboard and really, she didn’t have the look of a boarder. “What kind of tricks?” he asked.
“The kinds of tricks where you have to be at least eighteen.
Again, Carl looked her up and down. She certainly looked like she was qualified for that. “I’m with a friend,” he said.
“By all means, bring him along,” Danielle said. “I’m a big fan of team sports.”
Was she serious, Carl wondered. Did that even matter? Would he really turn this down? But perhaps the most important question was, “Are you serious?”
“Of course.”
“Then tell me what you want me to do.”
“I want you to take me back to my place and I want you to fuck me. And your friend, too, if he wants to come.”
“This isn’t some trick, is it?”
“No trick. I just want to fuck.”
Really, it was as easy as that. Carl, and his friend, Skee, had come back to her place and she’d taken them into her bedroom. She’d laid back on her bed and she’d spread her legs and Carl had taken her first, and after Carl had given her everything he had, Skee had moved in to take his place.
Oh fuck. It was just like her dream. It was like the dream she had every single night, only this was better. This time, it was still two dicks, but this time, the dicks were real. The time, the cum was real. This time, she was really getting fucked. This time was better.
“I’m pregnant,” Danielle told her roommate.
“Pregnant? But I though you were on—”
“The pill?”
Shay nodded.
“I was.”
“So what happened?”
Danielle shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess it just didn’t work.”
“So what are you going to do?”
“Do?”
“You know?”
Danielle shook her head.
“You know. About the pregnancy.”
“What about it?”
“What are you going to do?”
“I’m not going to do anything.”
“But Danielle.”
The brunette just shook her head. Her roommate just shook her head. Shay didn’t understand but then how could she. Maybe when it happened to her. Maybe then she’d understand, but until then ...
“I’m going back to my room,” Danielle told her roommate, leaving a bewildered Shay standing there and watching her go.
Back in her room, Danielle removed her clothes and she took the little figurine out of the window. Funny, Danielle thought. Funny that her roommate hadn’t noticed when she’d taken this back to her room. She barely remembered anymore about when Shay had gotten it but she’d thought for sure that her roommate would have noticed it when it was gone.
Maybe that was why it was okay for her to have taken it, Danielle thought as her hand stroked the shaft. It was almost as if just by stroking it, she could feel the thing inside her pussy yet again.
Danielle smiled to herself. It might feel good just stroking it but she knew it wouldn’t be long before the figurine was exactly where she wanted him to be, right there between her legs.