Oral Fixations

The fire crackled softly as the flames settled and the large logs began to catch. The crickets and bullfrogs had taken over the symphony from the cicadas, and I held Blythe's hand as we gazed into the infinite patterns of the firelight reflecting off the surface of the lake in front of us. The glow of our hookup was still raw, palpable, and delicious.

"What is it, Jack?" She asked, squeezing my hand a little tighter. "Everything ok?"

I sighed, still having no clue exactly what I should say but knowing definitively that I had to say it.

"You know that Lilly isn't really my Aunt, right?" I managed to say, finally.

"Well, that's certainly a relief," Blythe chuckled.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well, I told Lilly that I had kind of a crush on you, that I thought you were hot. Anyway, she just sort of, I don't know, leaned into it a little much for someone who's supposed to be your aunt. Talking about how she saw how big you were in the shower, stuff like that."

"Oh wow," I said, chuckling awkwardly.

"Yeah, it gave me vibes like maybe she was into you too or something. But oddly enough she was very supportive of my interests in you."

"Well, I think it's important you know that Lilly and I have been sleeping together. It was just a casual thing, at first. She's lonely after the divorce and she just sort of made it happen."

Blythe stared at the fire for a long moment without saying a word. Her breath was barely perceptible, as if holding it in contemplation. Finally, she turned and faced me.

"Well, I mean, that's super weird, right? She's old enough to be your mom."

I nodded in agreement. "Yes, super fucking weird. But when I tried to point that out to her she brushed it off and made it clear it was just for fun."

"Is she any good?" She asked, a wry grin on her face.

"What?" I asked.

"You heard me, how's our boss in the sack?" She giggled.

"She's a wild fucking animal." I said, running my hand through my hair. "It's terrifying sometimes. But it's been a lot of fun." My mind flashed back to some of the wilder points along the journey. Being awakened to the sense of her mouth on my dick. The BLT's in her kitchen. "Anyway, that's beside the point," I said, waiving my hand in the air vaguely. "This camping trip, this moment between us. It wasn't entirely by accident. Lilly I think wants to kink things up in the bedroom, and she saw your interest in me as an opportunity. I tell you all of this because, that may be how Lilly sees things, but it's not how I see it."

"So what, Lilly wants to fuck us both or some weird shit?" She asked, clearly taken aback but also amused.

"Something like that. But, this," I gestured with my hand between the two of us, "This is something I didn't know I was missing until I found you. And so I figured it was best to just let all the weirdness out now, at the beginning."

"You mean, at the beginning, after you'd fucked me." She said, the cynicism dripping off her tongue.

"That," I said, "was not how I planned on this weekend going! I got carried away in the moment, but I don't regret it one bit; I hope you don't either."

"No, of course not. It was beautiful." She squeezed my hand again. "So, what now? We just go back to Martin and you keep fucking your fake Aunt and I'm supposed to just enjoy our little roll in the hay? Just a summer hookup at the lake?"

"No!" I said. "I don't want it to be like that at all. I want to be with you all summer. Hell, I'm even thinking about staying here a little longer.

Blythe furrowed her brow in thought. She reached down to the ice chest next to her and pulled out two more beers, cracking one and handing it to me. "Well, you are pretty cool. And Lilly certainly wasn't lying about that dick of yours," she said, sipping her beer slowly. "But I'm not interested in getting in the middle of this weird shit you have going on with her, and I'm not interested in losing my job at the Strand over it."

"I don't think you're getting into the middle of anything," I said. "I'd like to start something with you. Something fresh. I'm just telling you this because you need to know that I've somehow stumbled into a bit of baggage since I made it to Martin, and it might take me some time to tie up those loose ends. Lilly is a strange woman, but she'll understand. Eventually."

Blythe nodded slowly. "Thank you for telling me," she said, after another long pause. "I suspected something weird was going on, so it's not a total shock or anything. I'm still interested in you, if that makes any sense. I'm willing to watch this play out. But you'd better dish plenty of TLC on me if you expect me to deal with drama."

I smiled at her. She winked at me. I leaned in to kiss her again. Instantly, my guts returned to molten lava. She sat up and scooted her folding chair closer to mine, and we kissed tenderly in the firelight. I broke off the kiss finally.

"But we have to keep this shit about Lilly under wraps. Lilly doesn't want anyone to know except, well, you, since she's trying to get you into bed with us."

"And what if I don't want to play along with that game?" She asked.

"Then I'm going to find a way to get out from under the deal I have with Lilly. Right now, I feel like I traded free rent for being her sex toy. I'm not complaining, mind you, but I certainly would much rather be seeing you than being cooped up in the loft above the Strand."

As the words left my mouth, I felt the raw truth of them. My time with Lilly had been a welcome distraction, and not necessarily one I was completely ready to throw away. But tonight Blythe had shown me the difference between a distraction and a reality.

A faint chilly breeze swept through the cypress trees and made the flames jump. Blythe and I both shivered slightly and leaned closer to the fire.

"Why don't you just tell people that you're not actually related aunt and nephew and do away with the whole secrecy thing?" Blythe asked.

"I think Lilly is afraid no one will believe that. She wasn't expecting me to be an object of her desires when she agreed to take me on for the summer, and without any kids of her own I gather she's been touting me as her beloved nephew every time she got my dad's Christmas card with my picture on it. In her mind, it's scandalous whether I'm her blood relative or not."

"It's certainly scandalous!" Blythe said, chuckling. "I bet that makes it hotter, doesn't it, perv!" She punched my arm teasingly. "But seriously, are you ok? She's a lot older than you, and you came here under some rough circumstances. Injured. Recuperating. From what I've gathered, still a little bummed about breaking up with your girlfriend back home. It kind of feels like Lilly is taking advantage of you."

"Yeah, no, I'm fine. I can handle it. Trust me." I said, wondering if I really could continue to handle it as I watched the fire burn a hole through a bigger chunk of wood. "But it's definitely weird, believe me I know."

"It wouldn't be Martin Mississippi if it wasn't just a little weird, " she said. The town is known for it. I don't call Loony Bill the town mascot for nothing. She tucked her legs underneath her on the chair and turned to face me square on. "Ok, look, I like you, this is fun, and I don't see any reason why Lilly's strangeness should ruin my good time. I'll play along with your strange secret sex spy shit with your fake aunt for now. But when you figure out how this summer winds down, especially if you transfer to Martin for the fall, I expect you to include me in your plans or you're going to be in some extremely deep shit, get it?"

"I get it!" I said. "That's a deal."

"Good," she said in a soft, contended voice. She smiled and bit her lower lip again.

"You're taking this a lot better than I thought you would," I said.

"I'm an educated, open minded, strong, feminist young woman, damnit. I'm not some wilted flower like maybe you're used to up North. And I'm not going to let my cougar boss' post-divorce fantasy burst my fun bubble," She stomped her foot on the ground in a performative display. "Now, where were we?" She asked seductively, leaning back into me. We kissed in the dark, my hands massaging the back of her head gently. We heard the rumble of an outboard out on the lake and turned to look. There was Jill, on the bow of a small boat, standing up and swinging her bikini top over her head in the air.

"Whoooop!" She screamed.

"Ahoy there!" Cassie shouted. The girls were accompanied by a third woman neither of us recognized and a couple guys. They slowly made their way to beach their boat next to ours.

"Glad you and I had some time alone before the circus came to town!" Blythe whispered to me. "But don't think you're off the hook. I expect PDA out the ass tonight, get it?"

I nodded with a giant smile on my face. "Good, you were going to get it whether you wanted it or not."

As the party goers disembarked, the tension I'd felt in trying to explain this whole mess to Blythe began to dissolve. Everyone raided the ice chest for beers, and I got up to grab more to put on ice. I kissed Blythe again in front of everyone. As we parted lips, I could see fireworks going off in those twinkling eyes of hers, and her cheeks flushed as she smiled. I heard Cassie behind me as I walked away "Damn, girl! That's tea!"

I came back to the fire with my arms full of beer cans, and after packing them all down in the ice chest I introduced myself to the newcomers. Allen "who ever the fuck," as Blythe had so expertly dubbed him, was a grad student at Mississippi State. Chase was a junior at Martin, same as Cassie, Blythe, and Jill. Angie, the third woman who'd joined the ship of fools on their journey to our cabin, was a recent graduate of Martin working as a freshman English teacher at Martin High School.

Allen grabbed a Bluetooth speaker from his boat and cranked up some Reggae.

"Hell yeah," Jill said, swaying her hips to the melody. Cassie sang harmony on the chorus, "One Love!" The party from Josey's continued on the front lawn of our cabin. I left the girls to chat for a bit and tried to get to know the guys that had graciously brought our companions.

"Holy shit! Lighting, really?" Allen asked upon hearing about what brought me to Mississippi for the summer.

Chase peered at me through heavily lidded and intoxicated eyes. "Dude that's fucking epic," he said, slowly.

"Yeah, it feels epic to be alive." I said.

"I bet, dude." Allen replied.

"So, what are you studying at State?" I asked Allen.

"It's an interesting track," Allen said. "It's sort of a mixture of folklore and cultural anthropology."

"That is interesting," I said, cracking open another beer from the ice chest.

"Yeah, I'm writing my thesis on the syncretism of residual folklore beliefs of native peoples in the deep south post-relocation," he said.

"Huh?" Chase and I said, practically in unison.

"How stories and myths blended together and changed among the native peoples that lived here before European Colonization after the trail of tears, after Jackson stole everyone's land down here and destroyed these peoples' ways of life."

"Ah" I said, starting to get an idea of the thing.

"Huh?" Chase said, hiccuping violently.

"Anything specific to this part of the world specifically? Like Martin? The Lake? The River drainage?" I asked.

"Oh sure!" Allen said, taking another pull on his beer and lighting a cigarette. "This place is a true American melting pot. You've got the traditions of four or five large tribes of Indians that settled this area, plus African influences from slavery in the area, both direct slave trade here in America and migrant populations of freed slaves from the Caribbean. Scotch-Irish folklore, literal fairy tales. With all of that mixing together, its no wonder everyone thinks Martin is haunted."

"Haunted?" I asked, sitting up in my chair slightly.

"Yeah, man." Allen replied. "You know, the Indian burial ground stuff, the Voodoo stories about animal sacrifice, the shit that came out in the early nineties about UFO sightings. Haha, you surely have to have heard some of that stuff being in Martin for more than a couple weeks!"

"No, yeah, I definitely have. I just didn't know it was more widely talked about."

Allen shrugged his shoulders and exhaled his cigarette smoke. "I mean, if you consider Mississippi State to be "more widely," then yeah. It's a thing."

I turned to check in on Chase in this whole conversation, only to discover that he and Angie the English Teacher were sucking face over by the boat. Allen continued talking about American folklore, albeit now drifting more into the Cajun Creole traditions in Louisiana. I listened to him, but my other ear tried to pick up what Blythe, Cassie, and Jill were chatting about.

"Oh sweet Blythe!" Cassie said.

"We all knew you'd get what you wanted, sweetie." Jill said.

The three women all turned their heads to watch Angie and Chase round second base.

"Get a room!" Cassie belted, breaking up the awkward moment and bringing the couple back to the campfire. I broke out a joint Lilly had given me that morning and we passed it around. The night was beautifully dark, under a new moon, and the Milky Way's reflection on the water as the fire died down was nothing short of breathtaking. We carried on, chugging beers and telling ridiculous ghost stories until well past 4:00 in the morning. The details all became a little fuzzy.

At one point I seriously thought I'd just dozed off until the blinding white light of my vision flooded my field of view. The noise of the reggae music immediately ceased. No campfire. No friends. No lake. Just that endless sea of white. My heart raced as I turned to try and get my bearings. I looked out and saw a dark spec on the horizon. I walked closer, noticing some faint pulsing sound coming from that general direction. I walked and walked for what seemed like an eternity until there it was - the Beauregard Overpass. That strange word - Moicane - in the green graffiti. But it was pulsing now. Loudly. Brightly. It stung my ears, and they began to ring. I clapped my hands to my ears and shut my eyes. When I opened them, I was back at the Lake. The sun was up, and I was lying down on my sleeping bag in the cabin, Blythe's naked body partially asleep on top of mine.

Blythe stirred in response to my abrupt awakening. "Hey there!" She said, a huge smile on her face. "Good morning."

"Good morning!" I said, still battling through some lingering confusion.

"Thank God, you're up," she said. "I didn't get enough of you last night." She ran her hand across my chest and kissed my cheek.

"Things got a little hazy for me." I said.

"Yeah, you were pretty cross-faded after that joint." She said, tickling my nipple. "I totally took advantage of you and took you back to bed to fuck, I figured you wouldn't mind."

I chuckled, the mere thought of it making my dick twitch under the fabric of my boxers. "No, I don't mind at all. Anytime!"

"Right answer!" She said, her lips gently sucking on my earlobe as her hands drifted down to my underwear. "But the least I can do is finish the camping trip with a bang that you aren't fuzzy about."

She kissed me tenderly as her hand slid down to my boxers and she began to tug on my morning erection. I reached my hand over to palm her ass cheek, and I squeezed gently as she scooted closer to me, pressing her breast against my chest as she cooed softly in my mouth. I brought my hand to her slit, and began to massage her clit with my thumb as my index finger slid inside her. She moaned, working her hips against my hand as I tickled her G-spot. She pressed on my shoulder and got me prone on my back, and then she slid down my boxers. She held my dick in her and and gently rubbed my frenulum with her thumb before wrapping her lips around my length and staring at me intensely. Her mouth felt incredible as she bobbed up and down on my shaft with her hand giving it slight twists as she lifted up her head. Her eyes sparkled as she worked my cock. After several minutes she came up for a breath, her spit dangling lewdly from her lips and draped across the head.

"Fuck I'm getting so wet. I can't believe my good luck finding such a beautiful cock attached to my crush!" She brought her head down on my dick again, this time taking it as far as her throat would allow. She lacked Lilly's deep throating prowess, but her efforts and the gagging sounds that vibrated through my penis as she tried to fit more of it than her gag reflex would tolerate were equally, if not more intoxicating.

"Oh fuck! I can't stand it anymore, climb on and ride me, Blythe!"

She let my cock out of her mouth with a loud pop and sat up to straddle me. She placed her hands on my shoulders, her beautiful tits just inches from my face, with her gorgeous, petit, pink nipples hard and staring at me.

"Oh God, that's the stuff!" She said as she lowered herself onto my length, seating herself and rocking gently back and forth. Then she leaned forward to kiss me and began to twerk her ass up and down on me. I broke the kiss to suck her right breast as her rhythm intensified.

"Mmm fuck, I love the way your mouth feels on my tits!" She exclaimed, leaning forward so that only the head of my dick was still inside her. I cupped her ass cheeks and began thrusting up into her as fast as I could.

"Oh holy fuck! You're poking my guts with that thing!" She screamed, loud enough that I was sure Cassie and Jill must have heard it. Sure enough, we head a voice from outside our room.

"Blythe? You good?" Cassie called.

Blythe turned to look me dead in the eye. "Don't you dare fucking stop," she yelled. " I'm so close. I want to cum all over that beautiful dick!"

I didn't stop. I thrust harder.

"Yes! Yes! FUCK MY PUSSY! OH GOD, I'M CUMMING!" She screamed. The intensity of her voice sent vibrations all the way to her cunt, and my cock exploded in time with her orgasm. I could feel her cervix pulsing as my hot cum jetted inside of her in rope after rope. She collapsed on top of me, breathing like she'd just run sprints all morning.

"I don't think I'm ever going to get enough of that!" She said, laughing.

"Me neither!" I replied, my hand gently rubbing the small of her back.

She rolled off me and rested her head on my shoulder.

"So, what's this going to look like when we drive back to Martin this afternoon?" She asked.

"Well, I live with Lilly. And I'm kind of stuck in the middle of that situation for the moment. But I'm going to tell her we hooked up, and I'm going to tell her that I want to see more of you. Like I said last night, she's probably going to try and inject herself into the middle of it. I don't know how to handle that."

Blythe looked at me with the confidence only a woman who has been thoroughly railed by the man she wants can muster. "I'm happy to play along in her little game. I get everything I want, and she'll only think that she's pulling the strings."

"Are you sure, Blythe? She can be pretty, well, intense."

"I'm a big girl. I can handle it just fine, as long as I have your word that you want to pursue this with me as much as I do."

I hugged her tightly and kissed her forehead. "I want it more than anything," I said, and as I said it I knew it was true. Blythe had opened my eyes to the fact that Lilly was distracting me from something real, something genuinely good for me. It wasn't that Lilly was a bad person, but the situation should have definitely stopped its development after that first night when she'd whipped up that sandwich for me.

"Good!" Blythe said. "Now please come here and fuck me again before we have to get dressed and load up the car to go home!"

When we finally surfaced from our room, Cassie and Jill were hanging out on the leather sofa in the living room. Cassie was sipping from a beer can, and Jill was nursing what was left of one of the frozen margaritas we'd bought at Josey's.