Fun Shay
Part VIII — The Fire Element
“Hey, Mr. Lee.”
“Miss Shay. Good to see you, but why you sound so down?”
“I don’t know, Mr. Lee. It’s just that after that thing with Evan, I’m just sort of wondering if there’s something wrong with me. I mean, I thought he was the guy.”
The old grocer shook his head. “There’s nothing wrong with you, Miss Shay. You just not find right person yet.”
“You think so, Mr. Lee?”
“I’m sure of it.”
Shay wasn’t sure if she believed the old man. Oh sure, he meant well, but Evan had seemed like the right one and then he’d just fizzled out. “I don’t know, Mr. Lee.”
“I know what you need.”
“What’s that?”
“You need the fire element.”
In spite of herself, Shay could feel her interest rising. “The fire element? What’s that?”
“It’s ancient Chinese belief that fire is high in yang energy.”
“I thought you said water was high in yang.”
“It is, but fire is too.”
“That doesn’t make any sense, Mr. Lee. Aren’t they like opposites or something?”
“No, no. That’s western way of thinking. You have to think about what fire is.”
“What the fire is, Mr. Lee?”
“The fire has heat.”
“Heat?”
“Heat and passion,” the old man said. “Women have more passion than men.”
“But men can be passionate.”
The old man shook his head. “Not like women. Women better. Men hold energy in but women don’t. Women release energy. Women release energy like fire.”
Well yeah, Shay thought, but that didn’t mean women were like fire. “I’m still not buying it, Mr. Lee.”
The old grocer just shrugged. “You not have to buy it but women are like fire.”
“It’s an interesting theory.”
“It’s not theory but what is it you Americans say about beautiful women? You say a woman is hot.”
“Yeah? So.”
“So hot is a property of fire.”
“We also say guys are hot, too, at least I do.”
“But that’s only because people started saying it about women first.”
Hmm, Shay thought. Was that true? Was it only because women were hot first? “But wait. no. We say people are cool, too.”
“People. Not men only. Not women only. It’s not the same thing. It’s people.”
The old grocer was right. They did say it about people, and about other things as well. Lots of stuff was cool so it wasn’t all about people either.
But that didn’t mean fire was a woman kind of thing.
“Do you trust me?” the old man asked.
Well yeah, she did trust him. It wasn’t like the old grocer had steered her wrong yet. Still, all this talk about fire having a woman’s energy, it was just silly. Still, she did trust the old man even if he had weird ideas. “I trust you,” she said.
“Good. I’d like to suggest something then. If you ask me, you need to restore your balance.”
“Restore my balance?”
“You nee more female energy.”
“You know I don’t believe in this, Mr. Lee.”
“Just humor me,” the old man said.
“All right.”
“Do you like to take baths?”
“What?”
“Do you like baths?”
“Yeah, I guess. Why?”
“Tonight, you go home. You light some candles and you take bath.”
“I’m not really into that kind of thing, Mr. Lee.”
“But you do it anyway and you see. You feel invigorated. You promise me. You promise me you do that.”
“I don’t know, Mr. Lee.”
“You promise me,” the man said again. “You promise me and if you do, you see. If you do it, you feel good.”
“Okay, Mr. Lee,” the girl said with a laugh. “I’ll do it.”
“You promise?”
“Sure, Mr. Lee. I promise.”
It wasn’t like she even meant it. She’d just said it to keep the old man happy but it bugged her all the way home. She didn’t like to promise to do things and then not follow through, but still, it wasn’t like she was actually going to do it.
But she’d promised.
Okay, maybe, she told herself. Maybe after she got her homework done and if she didn’t have anything else to do. Maybe then ... but even then, probably not.
But there was something. She’d promised, and besides, it was like she’d told Mr. Lee. She’d been a bit stressed of late.
Yeah, that was as good an excuse as any.
This was silly, Shay told herself as she let the water run. As she started to light the candles, she wondered if she was supposed to turn the lights out. Mr. Lee hadn’t said anything about that.
She decided to leave the lights on.
Finally, she lowered herself into the tub, and she let out a sigh of relief. Mmm, she told herself. Mmm. This was what she needed.
She spent nearly half an hour in the tub and if this was supposed to give her energy, it certainly wasn’t working. She felt relaxed. Very relaxed in fact. She felt very, very relaxed.
She was still feeling relaxed the next morning when she awoke. It still wasn’t like she believed what Mr. Lee had told her but one thing was certain. A long, hot bath had been just what the doctor ordered.
“Hey, Mr. Lee,” the girl said on her way home from school.
“Miss Shay. How are you today?”
“I’m doing great.”
“That’s good to hear.”
“Hey, I tried what you said,” Shay said and even as she was saying it, she wondered why she was saying it. After all, it wasn’t like she actually believed it.
“And how did it go?” the old man asked.
“In fact, I think I might do it again tonight.”
And instead of encouraging her, the old man frowned. “You need to be careful, Miss Shay.”
“Careful? Careful of what?”
“Fire element can be dangerous if you get too much of it. Too much fire stimulates Chi resulting in anger, impatience, impulsiveness. You want to balance fire.”
What the hell was he talking about?
“A little bit of fire is good but too much is bad. A little bit of fire will heat your house but too much fire burn it down. You not want to overdo it.”
“I’m not going to burn my house down.”
“Yes, but you understand what I mean. It ... how you say it, it is metaphor. You want to be careful with fire.”
“Oh I know that, Mr. Lee. We have saying here, too. It says be careful when playing with fire.”
The old man nodded. “You understand then.”
“Sure, Mr. Lee.” Everyone understood that. You weren’t supposed to play with fire.
The old man nodded. It was kind of sweet actually, Shay thought. He was worried about her.
“You don’t have to worry about me,” she assured him. “I know what I’m doing.”
The old man smiled. “I’m glad to hear it,” he said, “but you let me know if you have any problems.”
“I will, Mr. Lee. I will.”
Shay went in and she started in on her homework. There wasn’t that much of it really and it wasn’t long before that was done. She called Cassie to see if her friend wanted to hang out but Cassie was busy. She called her friend Tori and the result was the same. Tori was busy, too.
Damn it, she was bored. She went online and that was fun ... for a while, but only for a while and when she shut off her computer, she was still bored.
She needed something.
In spite of what she’d told Mr. Lee, it wasn’t like she’d really been intending to take another bath. The candle thing was fun every once in a while, the girl figured, but it wasn’t like you wanted to do it every single night.
But the problem was she was still bored.
Maybe she should, she told herself. Maybe she should take another bath.
But she didn’t want to do that. It was too much bother.
But she was still bored.
Well maybe, she thought. It was a bunch of work to get the candles out and to get everything set up, but ...
But heck. She was bored.
Shay couldn’t help but grin as she thought about the old grocer. Maybe she should get out a few more candles, just to show him that she could handle it.
And the more she thought about it, the more she figured why the heck not. She’d add a few more candles just to show Mr. Lee that she could handle it.
She lowered herself into the tub. The water was warm. Not too warm and definitely not hot, but warm enough. She closed her eyes and she just let the tension ease out of her. Mmm. It might not do much to alleviate the boredom but at least it was something to do. It was something, and it was nothing.
Well that wasn’t exactly true. Shay let her hand slide down into the tub and her hand slid between her legs even as the other hand pulled on her tits. That was something, but it wasn’t nothing.
She rubbed her pussy even harder. Oh geez. She loved that. She felt like she could ...
She could ...
Oh fuck. Her hips twitched in the water and she pulled her hand back. Oh fuck. That was good.
Her hand was back between her legs. “Oh geez,” she moaned. “Oh geez.”
She should stop, she told herself. She should ...
She wasn’t going to stop. Oh geez, she was cumming. Oh geez. It was so fucking good.
Oh geez.
Shay was back on campus and she was feeling somewhat proud of herself. She’d given herself one hell of an orgasm and while it wasn’t like she hadn’t ever done that before, she had to admit she’d done one hell of a job the night before.
Everything seemed to be going good until she saw her.
Okay, it wasn’t like she wasn’t over George. He was a nice boy and all that but he was a bit of a nerd. He’d helped her out on some of her studying though and she’d helped him be a little less nerdish but almost from the start, it was clear they really weren’t going to be together and that was fine with Shay. It wasn’t that she was trying to use him or anything. It was just that it wasn’t going to work out and they’d pretty much gone their own separate ways.
But that morning, there he was and he wasn’t alone. The girl on his arm was Violet Talbot and Shay had a pretty good idea what Violet wanted and it had nothing to do with just being friends. If that bitch was on his arm, it meant she wanted something from him.
Easy, Shay told herself. Easy. He’s not your boyfriend. He’s a big boy. He can make his own decisions.
Yeah, but he’s such an easy target and Violet’s such a vulture. She’ll use him up and then toss him away.
Maybe, she told herself, but it’s still not your problem.
Someone should do something.
The two of them were closer now. “Shay,” Violet called out. “How nice to see you.”
Yeah right. Nice hell.
George looked back and forth between the two women. “You two know each other.
“We had a couple of classes together,” Shay answered.
“Oh.”
Yeah right. Oh. Now if only she could think of a way to tell George what a viper Violet was. Hmm.
“Shay’s just being modest,” Violet said. “She was really popular with a lot of the boys but how do you know her?”
Popular with the boys, Shay thought. In other words, you’re saying I’m a slut, aren’t you bitch?
“Shay and me dated a little,” George said.
“Oh. Really.”
She sounded all casual the way she said that but Shay wasn’t fooled. The girl was already getting possessive.
“We’re still friends,” Shay said.
“Oh really,” Violet said and her hands gripped George’s arm a little tighter.
What a bitch.
“We got to be going,” Violet said, “but it was nice seeing you again.”
Yeah, I’ll bet, Shay thought. You’re just worried I’m going to steal your man, aren’t you, like I’d want to steal your man. Geez! “Yeah, I’ll see you guys around,” Shay said.
What the hell was her problem, Shay asked herself after she’d walked on by. It was none of her concern what George did. Heck, it was none of her concern what Violet did either, and besides, George was a big boy. He could take care of himself so why had she suddenly become so belligerent? Was it that she still secretly harbored feelings for the guy? She had to laugh at that. It wasn’t that. She was sure of that.
And she was sure of that. By the time she reached her history class, she’d put all thoughts of George and Violet out of her mind.
But later that night when she was alone in her tub ...
She’d lit even more candles than she had the night before. She wasn’t even sure why. She just needed to relax, she told herself and it seemed to be working because she could feel the tension oozing out of her body.
But why was she tense she asked herself as she let a hand slide between her body and why was it she just seemed to need what her hand was doing to her.
Why was she tense?
Without warning, her fingers savaged her pussy. Why was she tense? She knew why she was tense. It was that bitch. Someone should do something about her and even as she thought these things, Shay knew what she’d liked to do to the bitch.
In her mind’s eye, she could see herself leading the prancing, little vixen back to her apartment. Violet always did think she was a hot, little number and truth be told, she was. She could wrap guys around her little finger, but Shay wasn’t a guy.
Her fingers savaged her pussy as she thought about what would happen next.
She’d lead the little vixen to her bedroom. Yeah, that was it. She’d lead her to her bedroom and then she’d push her down onto her bed.
Yeah, she thought as her fingers savaged her clit. That’s what she’d do.
The bitch’s eyes would open wide when she realized she wasn’t in control anymore. What would she see there? Fear maybe. Surprise, definitely. And longing.
Longing, Shay thought as her fingers rubbed her little clitty. Where had that come from?
Hmm. Why shouldn’t it be there though? The little tramp fancied herself to be a real woman but what would happen when she found herself to be in the presence of a real woman, someone like Shay.
Shay couldn’t help but moan. She could use that.
Yeah, she’d push the bitch down on the bed and then she’d lift up her skirt. Violet would be watching now. What was she going to do?
Very deliberately, she’d remove the girl’s panties and she’d tell the girl to open her legs. She would, of course. How could she not do it. She’d be in the presence of a real woman now.
“You shouldn’t be such a tease,” Shay would tell her as she stroked a hand up the inside of Violet’s thigh. “That’s not a nice thing to do.”
The girl of course would say nothing. How could she?
“You shouldn’t be a tease,” Shay would tell her even as her fingers stroked the bitch’s pussy. “If you’re going to do something, then you should do it, something like this.”
She imagined the surprise that would be on Violet’s face as Shay dropped down between her legs and as her tongue lapped against her clitty. Oh yeah. The girl would be moaning. That was for sure, and she’d be squirming, too. There would be lots and lots of squirming.
Shay’s fingers continued to rub her own pussy.
She’d probably try to get away at first but Shay wouldn’t let her and when she saw that wasn’t going to work, what would she do then. She’d probably beg.
Shay’s fingers rubbed her clitty. She was so close.
Yeah, she’d like to see the bitch beg. She’d beg Shay to let her go. She’d say it wasn’t right. She’d say she had to leave.
But Shay wouldn’t let her go and then her begging would change. She wouldn’t be begging Shay to stop. She’d be begging Shay to finish her off.
Mmm. Now that was such a delicious thought. The little bitch begging to be used. Mmm. So nice. So ... very ...
Shay gasped as her fingers finally took her over the edge. Nice, she thought. So very nice. And it was nice. It was nice to see the bitch finally get her comeuppance. It was so very nice.
Of course, it wasn’t real but it didn’t have to be real. It was nice, Shay thought as she dragged her weary body from the tub. She blew out the candles and she trundled off to bed. It was so very nice.
The next morning, Shay woke up feeling kind of sore. It was a good sore. She smiled to herself. It was the kind of sore you got when you had the kind of workout she’d had the night before.
Hmm. Now why had she been acting the way she had. She normally wasn’t that vindictive. It was just ...
It was just what?
She didn’t know. It was just something.
There was something wrong with that. She should know what it was.
Maybe it was George.
Nah. It couldn’t be that. That had just been a short-lived fling, but still ...
Before she’d even realized what she was doing, she was picking up the phone. She’d just give him a call just to see how he was doing.
“Hullo,” came the sleep addled voice at the other end of the line.
“George. Is that you George?”
“Yeah.”
What the hell was wrong with him, Shay wondered. He sounded tired. “George, it’s Shay.”
“Shay?”
“Yeah, it’s Shay.”
“What time is it?” the boy asked in a groggy voice.
“What do you mean what time is it?”
“I mean ... Shay, it’s seven thirty.”
“Yeah, so?”
“So I don’t have a class until ten thirty today.”
“Oh my God. You were still asleep.”
“Well yeah.”
“Why were you still asleep?”
“I just told you. I don’t have a class until ten thirty.”
“But—”
“Listen, Shay. Can we do this later?”
“Do what later?”
“Do this? Do whatever you called me for.”
“Why?”
“Why later?”
“I’m still asleep.”
“No you’re not. You’re awake.”
“Yeah because you woke me up.”
“You’re not going to try to go back to sleep, are you?”
George sighed. “No,” he said finally. “No. I guess not.”
“Good.”
“Good? Why good?”
“Because I’ll be right over.”
“Shay—”
But Shay wasn’t about to wait for his answer. She just hung up the phone and moments later, she was on her way over to George’s apartment.
It wasn’t long before she was knocking on George’s door.
And nothing happened.
He wasn’t going to stand her up, Shay wondered. He didn’t go back to bed, did he? He better not have done that.
She was about to knock again when the door finally opened and there was George. “Shay,” he grumped. “What are you doing here?”
“I said I was coming over.”
“I know what you said. What I meant was why did you say it?”
“Why did I ay what?”
“Why did you say you were coming over here?”
And that’s when Shay realized it. She hadn’t really had a reason. She’d just felt the need to ... the need to come over.
“Well?”
“I .. I don’t know. I guess I just wanted to make sure you were okay?”
“You wanted to make sure I was okay?”
Yeah, it sounded as lame to her ears as it obviously sounded to him but that really was part of the reason and then she remembered her session in the tub the previous night. It had something to do with the bitch. That was it. “Are you fucking Violet?”
“W-what?”
“I asked if you were fucking Violet.”
“I can’t see as how that’s any of your business but no, I’m not.”
“Good. Don’t.”
“Don’t? Why? Are you ... you’re not jealous of her, are you? I mean, we only went out on like three or four dates.”
God, was he really that stupid. Couldn’t he see what she saw? Well, apparently not because if he had, she wouldn’t have had to drag her ass over there to come rescue him. “No, I’m not jealous of her, but she’s using you.”
“No, she’s not.”
“Yes, she is.”
“No, she’s not.”
“Yes—”
Oh fuck it, there was one way to settle this. Men were so stupid but fine, she could fix this. She shoved George back into his apartment and she closed the door behind her.
“We’re going to solve this once and for all.”
“What are you doing?”
Shay shoved George back towards his bedroom. “Go. Move it,” she said even as she herded him along. “Go on. I haven’t got all day.”
“What are you doing?”
“I’m taking off my clothes,” Shay said, “and you’d better be doing the same.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re going to be fucking me.”
“I’m going to what?”
God. Hadn’t he been listening to her. “You’re going to be fucking me.”
“Um, I really hate to be asking this, but why?”
Shay couldn’t help but snort in disgust. “I already told you. Violet is trying to use you.”
“Okay, so assuming for a moment that I even believe you, why am I going to be fucking you?”
“Didn’t I already tell you? Violet is trying to use you.”
“So?”
“So I need to show you there’s other things besides that whore.”
“So what you’re saying is you want to fuck me?”
“Um, yeah!”
It was clear George wasn’t sure what was going on here. Either this was some truly elaborate hoax with him at the middle of it or ... or Shay really did want to fuck him and if on the off chance that really was what she wanted, was he going to fuck it up by telling her no.
The answer to that was actually pretty easy. He started taking off his clothes.
“See, I knew you could get with the program.”
“You know this isn’t like you, Shay.”
“What isn’t?”
“Going over to strange boys’ apartments and demanding to be fucked.”
“You’re not that strange,” Shay said as she started to remove her own clothes.
“You know what I mean.”
She did know what he meant but still so what if it was. She was here now and so was he. So what if it was out of character. So what? “Do you want to do it or not?”
George smiled. “Well when you put it that way—”
“When I put it that way, what?”
George pushed Shay down onto his bed. “When you put it that way, why don’t you spread your legs for me.”
“I thought you’d never ask,” and then Shay moaned as George slid his cock in between her legs.
“You know we never did this when we were dating.”
“We weren’t dating all that long.”
“Maybe we should have.”
There was something wrong with that, Shay thought. There was a reason why they’d broken up. It was just that with his cock between her legs, she was having trouble remembering what that was.
“This is fucking great,” George exclaimed.
Well, of course it was, Shay thought. He was fucking her. Of course, it was great.
“Oh fuck,” George groaned.
“What?”
“I’m going to—”
“You’re going to what?”
“I’m going to ...”
There wasn’t any doubt what he was going to do. In fact, Shay could feel George’s cock as it surged between her legs.
“I ... I—”
“You what, George?”
“I didn’t mean to.”
“You didn’t mean to what?”
“I just ... you know—”
“I know what you did and I know what you’re going to do. Now get down here.”
“What?”
But even as he was saying it, he was being pulled down onto the bed and before he knew it, Shay was climbing on top of his body and taking hold of his cock. “I knew what you did,” she said again, “But you’re not going to leave me hanging are you?”
“Leave you hanging?”
“You are going to make me cum, aren’t you?”
“Sure. I guess.”
“You don’t sound too sure of yourself,” the girl said as she wedged the boy’s cock up against her pussy.
The boy groaned as the girl’s pussy slid down around his cock. “I’m sure,” he said.
“But you don’t sound like it,” Shay said as her pussy started to grind.
“I’m sure.”
“I hope so because I really want you to make me cum.”
“Oh fuck.”
“You going to make me cum?”
“Yeah.”
“You sure about that?”
“Y-yeah.”
“Good,” Shay moaned, “because you know what?”
“What?”
Shay bit her lip as her pussy continued to ride George’s cock. “I’m just about there.”
“Yeah?”
It would have been nicer if he’d sounded more confident. It would have been nicer if he’d been more happy for her. You’re going to cum. Gee, that’s great, but no, all there was was a passive yeah. That was why she and George hadn’t stuck together. Well, it wasn’t the only reason, but he was so passive.
Her pussy continued to ride his cock. Well he could be passive all he wanted just so long as he gave her what she wanted and for that, all he had to do was keep that dick nice and hard for her.
She was going to cum. She knew that. Just a little bit more. Just a little ...
Oh geez. She was cumming. She was cumming so hard and it felt so good to have her pussy squeeze down on the George’s cock.
What the hell was the matter with her?
She’d just fucked the hell out of George, a boy she’d only dated a few times, and she had pretty much dared him to fuck her as hard as he wanted to.
What the hell was the matter with her?
Okay, it was fun, but still ...
What the hell was the matter with her?
And the worst part about it was she could feel it again. It was like she needed to fuck all over again. It was like she was being consumed. It was like she was being consumed by a fire.
She couldn’t help but smile at that. She was starting to sound like Mr. Lee now and she didn’t even believe in that stuff.
It probably had nothing to do with any of that but maybe she should stop. Not because of anything that Mr. Lee was saying but while the baths had been nice and relaxing and while they’d gotten her past a tough time, it was a pain in the butt to get all those stupid candles out and it took a lot of time just to do it so maybe every once in a while, but not every night.
Which was all well and good, but why the hell had she turned into such a slut all of the sudden.
Who cared why, she told herself. She was hot. That’s all she knew
No, she wasn’t.
Yes, she was.