Fun Shay
Part V — The Earth Element
“Good afternoon, Miss Shay. I was wondering if I might ask you something?”
She’d only stopped in for a couple of items and she hardly felt like talking but it wasn’t like she couldn’t have a few words with the old grocer. “Sure thing, Mr. Lee. What’d you want to know?”
“You seem down,” the old man said. “I was wondering if there is something wrong.”
Shay could feel herself tighten up. Great, she told herself. This was just great. She’d thought she’d been holding it together pretty well but if even Mr. Lee could tell that something was wrong, she couldn’t help but wonder who else might know.
The old man seemed to sense her discomfort. “I am sorry, Miss Shay,” the man said. “I see I have bothered you. I shouldn’t have asked. Please accept my apologies.”
And somehow, that only made it worse. He knew something was wrong, but he didn’t want to talk to her because he thought she couldn’t handle it. Could this get any worse, Shay wondered.
“I’m okay, Mr. Lee. Really, I am.”
“If you beg my pardon, Miss Shay, I do not think that is the truth. There are little signs—”
“Signs? What kinds of signs?”
The old man shrugged noncommittally. “Just signs, but don’t worry. I’m sure no one else would notice them.”
Yeah, but you did, Shay thought, and if you saw these “signs”, she wondered how many others would see them.
“Again, I must beg your pardon,” the old man said. “I did not mean to upset you.”
“Wait!”
The old man had been about to turn and walk away but now he stopped. “You wanted something.”
“You said there were signs.”
“That’s right.”
“What do you think is wrong with me?”
“Really, Miss Shay. I’m not a mind reader. I really couldn’t say ...”
Shay smiled smugly. He might have been able to detect something, but that was as far as that went. He didn’t actually know what was wrong.
“... but if I had to guess,” the old man said, “I would have to guess that it was probably a problem with a boy.”
“What?”
“It’s only a guess,” the old man said. “I could be wrong.”
He wasn’t wrong. In fact, he was right on. Great, Shay thought. Just fucking great.
“Why don’t you tell me about it.”
“It’s about Brian McCaffrey.”
“Who is this Brian McCaffrey?”
“He’s this boy in my Comparative Lit class.”
The old man said nothing while he waited for the girl to continue.
If Shay noticed that she was starting to open up to the old man, she said nothing about it. “He’s this boy in my Comparative Lit class,” she said. “I thought he liked me but I thought he was just shy. He didn’t like me at all. The girl he really liked was Debbie Collins.”
“Debbie Collins?”
Shay nodded. “She’s a friend of mine. At least, I think she is. I don’t think she was coming on to him. She’s just this nice girl, and she’s kind of shy, you know, like Brian is.”
“If she’s like this Brian fellow, then perhaps they should be together.”
“Mr. Lee!”
“What?”
“You’re not supposed to say things like that.”
“I’m not?”
“No. You’re supposed to be on my side.”
“I see,” the old man said. “Please continue then.”
Shay wondered if the old man really did see, but then she’d already come this far, she told herself. She might as well continue.
“Well, it’s not like she’s totally coming on to him or anything. I mean, she’s not throwing herself at him like some floozie but she’s got her hooks in the guy.”
“I see.”
“So you see why I’m upset then?”
“Yes, I see why you are upset, but wasn’t this the same as it was with Mr. Crenshaw before Mr. McCaffrey? And wasn’t it the same with Mr. Tobin before him?”
“What? No. Those guys were totally different.”
“I’m not sure how they are different.”
“Those guys,” Shay spluttered. “I mean, it was a different situation entirely. Craig Crenshaw was in my Western Lit course, and Denny Tobin was in my Small Town Lit class. They were totally different cases.”
“I see,” the old man said. “I apologize. It was my mistake.”
“You think I have a problem with boys.”
“That’s not what I said, Miss Shay.”
“Then what are you saying?” the girl asked.
“What I am saying is that what you need,” he said finally, “is to be more balanced.”
“Me? This wasn’t about me.”
The man nodded. “I understand,” the old man said, “but life is about balance and stability. When you lack either one, things can swing wildly in any direction.
Well yes, Shay had to admit. She could see that, but just because she could see that, that didn’t mean her life was unbalanced. It wasn’t her fault that things weren’t going the way they were supposed to.
The old man just shook his head. “Balance and stability,” he said. “There is no fault. There is no blame. If a person is unbalanced, it means the other side is as well.”
“Mr. Lee?!”
“What?”
“I am not unbalanced.”
“I don’t understand.”
“When you say that, you make it sound as if I’m crazy or something.”
The old man seemed to finally get it. “I understand,” he said, “but you know that’s not what I meant. You need balance. You need stability. You need the earth element.”
“What is the earth element?”
“The earth represents strength and stability. What is it you Americans say? Keep your feet on the ground? By connecting with the earth, you make yourself more strong and stable.”
“Yeah, we also say you don’t want to have feet of clay.”
“I didn’t say you should become the earth. I just said you should connect more with it.”
“I told you before, Mr. Lee. This isn’t about me.”
The old man said nothing. He just looked at the girl.
“Okay,” the girl relented. “Okay. Show me what you got.”
The old man seemed stymied if only for a moment by the girl’s question but he seemed to rally quickly. “I don’t mean to seem indelicate, Miss Shay, and you are free to not answer if that’s what you want, but I was wondering how you sleep.”
“You were wondering how I sleep?”
The old man nodded. “What I mean is do you sleep on your back or on your side or on your front?”
“I don’t see what that has to do with anything,” Shay said huffily.
“I see. I’ve offended you, Miss Shay. Please accept my apologies.”
“No, you haven’t offended me,” Shay said. “I just don’t see what that has to do with anything.”
The man nodded. “I understand and I’ll tell you. A man came into my store. He was selling these mud packs. He said they were a beauty aid—”
“What?! Those are for old women, Mr. Lee. I am NOT an old woman.”
Once again, the grocer rushed to correct his mistake. “I understand that, Miss Shay, and I never meant to suggest that you were. Honestly, I would have thrown the man out of the store because as you can see, my shop is not very large, but the young man was very earnest, and he seemed to be upset that he was not able to sell his product so I took pity on him and I said I would take a case of his product.”
“I’m still not sure what that has to do with me, Mr. Lee.”
“I was thinking maybe you and I could help each other out.”
“You want me to buy these mud packs, don’t you?”
“Not all of them, no, but you need to re-establish yourself with the earth, and I need to get rid of these things, so it seems as if maybe you and I could help each other out.”
“But I don’t need those.”
“There’s one other reason why you might want them.”
“What’s that, Mr. Lee?”
“The salesman, he was very emphatic on this point, but he said you put the packs in the microwave before you go to bed to heat the mud up. He says it feels really good.”
“But I don’t need them.”
“Please, Miss Shay.”
Shay McDaniels sighed. Great, she told herself. She’d always thought of Mr. Lee as a nice, old man but now here he was trying to hawk something to her that she didn’t really want and she had the feeling that in spite of herself, she was already halfway to making a purchase. “How’s it work?” she asked.
The old man led her through the store and then he took a box off the shelf. “It comes in packs of four,” he explained. “You put it in the microwave for one minute. You heat at 20%. You use the strap to hold it in place. The heating causes the packaging against the skin to break down so that in fifteen minutes, the mud is actually against your skin. In the morning, you just throw it away.”
Shay shook her head. She didn’t really want to do it. It looked messy and as she kept telling the old man, she didn’t need it.
The old man seemed to sense her reluctance. “Please, Miss Shay,” the old man said.
Shay shook her head again but she already knew she was going to do it. “Okay,” she said.
“Okay?”
“You should have been in sales, Mr. Lee. You would have done good at it.”
The old grocer smiled. “I don’t know about that,” he said. “I only like to sell people things they really need.”
Yeah right, Shay thought, except when you’re selling gullible co-eds mud packs that they don’t actually want.”
Shay took her purchase home and she promptly forgot about it. She had more important things to do, like going online and seeing which of her friends wanted to talk for a while, and then of course, there was always just general surfing.
It wasn’t until she was getting ready for bed that she saw the box. It was silly, really. Mr. Lee was just a silly old man, and now that she thought about it, she couldn’t help but wonder why it was that she’d humored him. Maybe it was because of just that, she told herself. Maybe it was because he was silly.
Yeah, but she didn’t have time for this, she told herself, and she didn’t have time for his silliness.
She tossed the box down on her desk. It was silly, really.
That night, when she went to sleep, she had a dream. It was about Debbie Collins and she was sitting in Brian McCaffrey’s lap and her hand was stroking his cock. Debbie was looking right at her and Shay knew the girl wanted to tease her. “He likes it when I do this,” she teased.
Shay couldn’t help but look. She was looking right at Brian’s cock and she was looking at the way the slut stroked his shaft.
“I’ll bet you even like this, too.”
No!
Shay sat straight up in bed. It was all just a dream, she told herself. It was all just a dream.
Perhaps that should have made her feel better, but she couldn’t seem to get that image out of her head, of Debbie Collins sitting there and smugly stroking Brian’s cock.
Go back to sleep, she told herself. It was all just a dream.
That was easier said than done, but eventually, Shay managed to slip off into a fitful sleep.
The next morning, she woke up feeling hardly rested at all. She wasn’t even sure why the dream bothered her as much as it did but did it really matter why it bothered her. What really mattered was that it did bother her and that was all that mattered.
She was tired, but that didn’t matter. School didn’t care that she hadn’t slept well. She was expected to show up and she was expected to perform no matter what shape she was in and that’s all there was to it.
She’d been cranky all day long but that night when she put herself to bed, she told herself she was going to have a good, long sleep.
But that wasn’t the way it turned out. In no time at all, she was awake again after yet another disturbing dream featuring Debbie and Brian.
She got up out of bed and she went to the bathroom to splash some water on her face and she looked at herself in the mirror. What the hell is the matter with me, she asked herself.
Of course, it wasn’t like the mirror had an answer to that.
I’ve got to get some rest, she told herself.
That was easier said than done. This time, when she put herself to bed, she seemed unable to relax. She tossed and turned but she just couldn’t seem to make herself settle down.
This is stupid, she told herself, but that didn’t seem to make her any more able to settle down.
And that’s when she remembered Mr. Lee’s mud packs.
Of course, it was silly, she told herself. It was silly to think that those things could do anything for her, but what if they could and besides, it would give her something else to do, something else to take her mind off of her dreams.
She got out of bed again and she dug out the box that Mr. Lee had given her. This was the first time that she was reading the directions with any intent of using them.
It was just like Mr. Lee said. Put it in the microwave. Heat it up. Put it on the face. Shay shook her head as she did what the instructions told her to do. This was stupid, she told herself. This was really, really stupid.
She was in a spa. The room was immense with large columns that just seemed to go up and up and up, and there in the middle of the room was a pool filled with mud.
Shay looked at the mud before looking down at herself. There was a sort of slow, lethargic bubbling coming from the mud. It was enough to tell her that the mud was warm and there were marble steps that led down into the mud. It was clear what was expected of her. She was supposed to go down into the mud.
And that led her to herself. She wasn’t exactly naked but she almost might as well have been. She was wearing a bikini but it wasn’t like any bikini she’d ever worn before.
This bikini clearly had only one purpose in life and that purpose had nothing to do with swimming. This bikini was meant to reveal more than it was meant to conceal and it did that very, very well.
Shay took a step forward and then she took another. She began to descend down over the marble steps and then her feet were inches away from the bubbling mud.
Another step forward brought her toes into the mud. Oooh, it was hot. No, not hot. Warm, but not hot.
She took another step forward and then another and then another. The mud was now almost up to her knees and it felt so good.
She took another step and then another. The mud was up to her thighs now and there was just something about it, something that was so relaxing.
She took another step and then another and the mud was now caressing the bottom of her bikini bottoms and that’s when Shay realized just how hot this was making her and her heat had nothing to do with the temperature of the mud.
She took another step down and then another and with one more step, the mud was up over her bottoms and almost up to her navel.
Shay let herself slide down into the mud and without even thinking about it, she let a hand slide between her legs even as her other hand freed her breasts from her top.
Damn, that felt good. The one hand on her pussy and the other one on her titties.
Damn. That felt really, really good.
She undid the top and she tossed it up on the deck where it landed with a heavy mud-soaked plop. Her hands were now free to have their way with her tits and she loved it.
Somewhere along the way, the bottoms had come free. She had no idea where they were anymore. Somewhere in the pool of mud, of course, but that didn’t matter. What mattered was her pussy. One hand stroked her titties while the other worked her pussy.
Oh geez. This was good, the girl told herself. Oh geez. This was very, very good.
She was going to cum. She already knew that. She was going to cum so fucking hard. Her hand rubbed her titties even as the other one stroked her pussy. Harder, Shay told the hand between her legs. Harder. Rub me harder.
Oh yeah, the girl moaned to herself. Oh yeah. Harder. Deeper. Harder.
She was going to cum. She knew that. She wasn’t going to be able to help herself. She was going to cum.
The sound of her alarm dragged Shay back to wakefulness. For just a moment. there was the feeling of ...
Shay shook her head. That was silly, she told herself. It was just that her pussy was wet. Why was her pussy wet?!
Did it really matter why her pussy was wet? She felt great. She felt refreshed, and considering the way the night had started, that was saying something, but she felt as if she could take on the world.
She was back again.
Shay had no idea what she should call this place and really, it didn’t matter. What mattered was that she was back again.
Almost everything was the same again. She was back again in the skimpiest bikini she’d ever seen. She was back again in a room that was vast and majestic. Once more, she was back again in a room with soaring columns and once more, marble steps led down into a pool of bubbling mud. There was only one thing that was different from the last time she’d been here.
This time, she wasn’t alone.
The other woman was already in the pool of mud. She was a brunette and she was naked and she had her back to Shay as she stood almost waist-deep in the mud.
She could have called out to the other woman, Shay told herself, and yet when she tried to tell herself that this was something she could do, somehow something seemed to override her.
Shay took a step forward and then she took another. Somehow, this seemed right, she told herself. She didn’t know who the other woman was but somehow, she knew she needed to go to her.
Once more, the mud felt almost hot from the first moment she touched it but just as before, her body seemed to adjust quickly. Not hot, she told herself as she’d told herself before. Not hot, but warm and good and nice.
She pushed forward and she was up to her ankles now which meant the other woman wasn’t all that far away and still, she hadn’t turned around. It was almost as if the other woman was oblivious to her presence or maybe it was that the other woman just didn’t care.
Her eyes were locked on the other woman’s ass as she stepped even further into the mud. The other woman’s ass was almost perfectly round and from the way it was positioned, it almost looked like a little, round ball floating in an ocean of mud.
Shay stepped even closer and then she was there. She could have reached out and touched the other woman but before she could do so, the other woman turned around to face her.
“You,” Shay said.
There was a part of her that said she should have been more angry or more upset or more ... more something, but the truth was that standing there in the mud, all she could be as she looked at Debbie Collins, all she could be was her.
“You,” Debbie echoed back.
Shay stepped closer and then she did something that she just couldn’t explain. She leaned down and she scooped up a handful of mud and without any warning, she slathered the mud across the front of Debbie’s chest.
Debbie looked down at herself but if she was upset, she didn’t say so. She just looked back at Shay. “You happy?” she asked.
“Yeah.”
That was when Debbie reached down and she scooped up a handful of mud and without warning, she spread it across Shay’s chest.
It felt warm, Shay thought. Maybe even a little hot. It didn’t feel bad at all.
“There,” Debbie said. “We’re even.”
“Not even,” Shay said.
Debbie just raised an eyebrow. “Not even?” she asked.
Shay shook her head. “Not even close,” and that was when she launched herself at the other woman, knocking her over in the process.
Both Shay and Debbie tumbled over into the mud and Shay could feel the other woman’s body pressed up against hers. She liked this, she realized, and her hand stroked the other woman’s body. She liked the way it felt to have her body pressed up against hers.
“If that’s the way you want to play it,” Debbie said, “two can play that game.”
“Go ahead and hit me with your best shot.”
“You’re overdressed.”
Shay smiled and she undid her top. She didn’t even try to toss it out of the pool. She just let it sink into the mud, and moments later, she was doing the same thing with the bikini bottoms. “Like I said before. Hit me with your best shot.”
“You’re sure you want this?”
For just a moment, Shay hesitated. Did she really want this, she asked herself, but that was only for a moment and then she was back again, pressing herself against the other woman’s body. She loved the way the mud felt as she squished herself against the other woman’s body. “You know what I want.”
“That’s good to hear because I want it, too.”
Debbie wrapped her mud-soaked hands around Shay’s body. “I’ve wanted to do this for a long time,” she said as she pressed her body against Shay’s.
Shay couldn’t help but moan as Debbie mashed her tits against hers. It was clear that Debbie’s tits were bigger but that wasn’t what made it so hot. Well maybe that was part of it, but it was another woman’s tits actually pressed against her own tits that was doing it. She was hot. She was so very hot.
Debbie’s hands slid down off Shay’s back and then they slid down to Shay’s backside. “Mmm, I like this,” Debbie said.
“You like what?”
Debbie’s hands squeezed the other girl’s butt. “I like this,” she said.
“You like my ass?”
“Yeah.”
“But what about yours?”
“What about it?”
Shay couldn’t believe she was saying this. “Yours is so much better than mine,” she said.
“You like my ass?”
“I love it.” God. She really couldn’t believe she was saying that.
“You can touch it if you want to.”
“Can I?” But then Shay wasn’t waiting for an answer. She let her hand slide around the other woman’s body and she was sliding it through the mud to stroke the other woman’s bottom.
“How do you like that?” Debbie asked.
She liked it. There was just something about it, something that was so intoxicating about it.
“You know you can do more.”
And that’s when Shay realized it. She wanted to do more. At first it had been enough to slide her hand over Debbie’s perfect bottom but now that she’d done that, she knew she had to have more.
“You can have more. You can have everything you want.”
I can have everything I want, Shay thought as she let her hand slide between the other woman’s cheeks. I can have everything I want.
“Mmm yeah.”
One hand rubbed Debbie’s pussy even as the other continued to stroke the area between Debbie’s cheeks. She’d already found the opening there and she’d already made the other girl moan but did she really dare to go any further.
“You know what you want,” Debbie prodded her. “You know what you want and you deserve to get what you want. After all, you’ve been such a good girl. You deserve to have what you want.”
She was right, Shay realized. She did deserve that.
“You know what you want. Now, take it.”
She knew what she wanted. All she had to do was take it.
Debbie moaned as Shay drove her finger up inside her ass. “That’s it,” she told the girl. “That’s it. Take it. Take me. Take it all.”
Shay moaned. She was taking it. She was taking it all.
“Are you going to cum,” her nemesis cooed.
“Oh yeah,” Shay moaned. She knew she shouldn’t let herself feel this good with Debbie Collins but she just couldn’t help herself.
And suddenly, it seemed as if Debbie had hands that were everywhere. Her fingers weren’t just in Shay’s ass and in her pussy, but they were stroking her breasts and stroking her cheeks, and Shay could feel Debbie’s hands stroking her back and rubbing her belly.
“Are you going to cum for me,” Debbie moaned.
“Yes,” Shay whimpered.
“I’m waiting,” Debbie said.
What else could Shay do. She came.
That was incredible.
It wasn’t like she actually remembered her dream. In fact, she barely remembered anything at all. She smiled shyly to herself. It was almost as if she remembered there being something kind of sexual about it, but even that was fading away.
And what it was leaving her with was a feeling of energy. She felt like she was grounded by what she’d felt. She felt like she was centered.
For a moment, as she slipped the mud pack from her face, she couldn’t help but wonder. She’d worn the packs two nights in a row and for the past two nights, she’d had the best sleep ever.
Could it actually be, she wondered. Could it actually be that the mud packs had actually done what Mr. Lee said they would do?
Shay smiled to herself. That was a silly thought. Of course, they couldn’t do that. It was all just a coincidence. That’s all it was.
Still, all the same, what would it hurt. Even if the mud packs didn’t do anything at all, what would it hurt to keep on wearing them and to ask the question was to answer it. It wouldn’t hurt anything at all so she’d keep right on doing it.
She was back again in the room with the mud pool and Shay was disappointed. This time, the pool was empty.
She knew what was expected of her. This time, there wasn’t any hesitation. This time, she walked right into the pool and this time, she removed her bikini and just as before, her hands seemed to find their way almost instinctively to her most needy of places.
It would have been nice if she had company though. She remembered what Debbie Collins had done for her before and she wished she could return the favor. After all, the earth element was all about balance.
And that was when she felt the hand stroking her from behind. She halfway expected to find Debbie there but it wasn’t Debbie’s hand that was stroking the small of her back.
It was Brian McCaffrey and he was just as naked as she was and because he was just as naked as she was, it meant Shay had a good, long look at his cock.
“I think you wanted to return the favor,” Brian said.
“How did you know?”
Brian didn’t answer her. Instead he just repeated what he’d said before. “I think you wanted to return the favor.”
“Yes, but—”
“Ny girlfriend awaits.”
“What?”
“My girlfriend awaits,” the boy said with a nod of his head.
She hadn’t been there before. Shay was sure of that but whether she had or hadn’t been there before was of little consequence. What mattered was that Debbie Collins was there, naked and standing thigh deep in the mud.
“You know what to do,” Brian said.
Shay did know. She approached the other girl and then she knelt on her hands and knees in front of the other girl. She was almost completely submerged in the mud. Only her face poked out of the mud but that was all that needed to be out of the mud.
Debbie’s pussy was tantalizingly closer to Shay’s mouth and then she was closer still and then her pussy was even closer still until her pussy was there for the taking and Shay didn’t have to be told twice. With that pussy where it was, her tongue knew exactly what it was supposed to do.
Debbie moaned and Shay couldn’t help but feel elation at that. The night before, this girl had made her come. This night, she’d return the favor. It was all about balance. That was all it was.
And then she felt it, the feel of a cock taking her from behind. She didn’t have to turn and look to know whose cock that was, and in fact, she didn’t look. She knew she wasn’t supposed to be look. She was supposed to lick that pussy. The earth element was about balance. She was being pleasured from both ends and that was the way it was supposed to be.
Debbie was starting to moan. Her mud-covered hands squeezed her tits and pulled on her nipples and all the while, Shay’s tongue was practicing its own form of balance.
“Oh fuck,” Debbie moaned. “Oh fuck. You’re going to make me cum.”
Just like your boyfriend’s going to do to me, Shay thought.
“Oh geez, yeah.”
Oh geez was right, Shay thought. Oh geez, that cock was good.
Shay could feel that pussy cum and even as she did, she felt Brian’s cock return the favor in her own pussy. It’s all about balance, she remembered before she faded off. It’s all about balance and she was very well balanced.
Once more, Shay slipped the mud pack from her face. She didn’t know what it was about these things but what did she did know was they made her feel good, better in fact than she’d ever thought she’d feel, and there was one more thing she knew. She was going to have to go see Mr. Lee and get more of those mud packs.