Page 104 of Stroked Hard
So instead of telling her, I showed her, and not to boast my already highly regarded opinion of myself, but I’m not going to lie, I made her scream. Combo of tongue and dick do it again. At this point, I know exactly what will get Melony off . . . multiple times . . . and I make sure to take part in those activities every chance I get.
Physically I know we’re on the same page. Mentally, I think we’re getting there. We’ve gotten to know each other, we’ve had some serious conversations, she knows where I stand when it comes to our relationship, but we’retaking it slowfor her benefit.
But one thing I know. She will be meeting my family in Rio, there is no doubt about that. And . . . I will have to have that conversation with Melony about Holly. I pray she doesn’t hate me, that she doesn’t run when she finds out the truth of what I did to my sister.
Holly has forgiven me and has asked me to drop the guilt but it isn’t that easy, not when I still see what I’ve done to her. After I dropped Holly off, I swore I would do whatever it took to win gold this year, despite my age and the newbies coming up the pipeline. That gold is mine. I’m winning it for Holly and Holly alone.
“I’m not having a princess moment,” I reply. “I just would appreciate a window on such a long flight, you know, since I’m a two-time gold medalist and all.” I smile because I know what Melony is about to say.
“You’re so ridiculous.” Yup, could have placed a giant bet on that little reply.
“Do you not feel bad for me?”
“No, I don’t. I think it’s good for you to live like a peasant in the middle seat. You’re getting out of hand.”
“Speaking of hand, want to send me a picture of your hand on your boob? I miss Boo and Bear already. Do they miss, Big Daddy?”
“Not in the slightest.”
“You sure know how to chop down a guy’s tree trunk.”
“That trunk was getting way too large.”
“Blame yourself, baby. You’re the one that makes it grow to orgasmic lengths. Remember when we measured it the other night? That was fun.”
“Aren’t you in public?” she asks, her voice growing husky.
“Yeah, why? Do you want a dick pic? Let me go to the bathroom, and I’ll send you one.”
“No,” she laughs, “I can’t believe you’re talking like that around everyone.”
“Oh, does that make you shy? So I shouldn’t say very loudly that Melony has perfectly rounded tits with little pink nipples that make me hard as a rock?” My voice rises, but no one looks at me. Contrary to what she believes, I’m sitting in the corner of the gate, no one close to me.
“Oh my God. Hollis, stop.”
“Her vagina tastes like heaven too.”
“Hollis!” She laughs and chastises.
“It’s a compliment, babe.”
“It’s private.”
“Yes, it’s your private part. Good job, baby,” I say with encouraging sarcasm.
Exasperated, she sighs. “I really hope some hairy man with a touching fetish sits next to you and I hope he smells like stale broccoli.”
“Babe, why would you say something like that? You can’t put that kind of negative energy out in the world.”
“Better yet, I hope it’s a chatty twenty-year-old girl trying to hit on you the entire way. I know how uncomfortable that would make you.”
She’s so fucking right. I would hate every minute of that.
“Now you’re just being mean.”
She chuckles. “Maybe next time you will think again before shouting out facts about my pussy.”
“Sorry that it’s amazing and I want everyone to know,” I joke. “Next time I’ll talk about the pussy chili you tried to make.”
