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Subject: {ASSM} Mat Twassel: BAND-AIDS (mf bandaids) rp
Date: Mon,  8 Jul 2002 14:10:04 -0400
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BAND-AIDS
by Mat Twassel
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"Damn!" 

I jumped when I heard Cindy's cry, then I rushed to 
see what was the matter. 

"Just a nick," she said. "But I'm bleeding all over 
the carrots." She sucked her finger. 

"Special sauce?" I inquired. "May I have a taste?" 

Cindy gave me one of those looks. "Do you have any 
band-aids?" 

She let me help her put it on. "I used to really 
like band-aids as a kid," I told her. "Not the 
band-aids so much as the slick flaps which covered 
the sticky part. We'd pretend they were money. Or 
tickets." 

"Parking tickets?" 

"Air plane tickets," I said. "To exotic places like 
Borneo and Idaho." 

"Mmm," Cindy said. 

"You mean you never played with band-aids?" 

"Actually, I did," Cindy said. "Once." 

"Once? What happened." 

Cindy laughed. I don't know if I know you well 
enough to tell you." 

"Come on," I pleaded. 

But Cindy wouldn't say. "So did you ever get to any 
of those exotic places?" 




"How's your cut?" I asked her a few days later. We 
were walking to a movie. "All better?" 

"Pretty much," she said. "No more band-aid." She 
showed me her hand. 

I took her finger. Brought it slowly to my mouth 
and kissed the pad. "Yup," I said. "It tastes all 
healed." I kissed it again and then I sucked it 
further in. "Mm," I said. "Just the slightest 
flavor of carrot." 

We held hands all through the film. A Heart in 
Winter. "Did you like it?" I asked as we walked 
home. 

"I don't know," Cindy said. "I liked the music." 

"Maybe next time we should go to a concert." 

"No, I liked it. Though a concert would be okay, 
too." 

We passed a small park. Children swinging. We held 
hands again as we watched them. 

"I was about five," Cindy said. "Five or six. I was 
playing with my best friend. Now I can't even 
remember his name. Freddie. He had curly red hair. 
We played a lot together. This one time he had a 
box of band-aids." 

Cindy didn't say anything. She just watched the 
kids swinging. 

I was thinking about asking her what happened, but 
I knew that would be a mistake. I squeezed her 
hand. 

"We fixed each other up." Cindy said. "It was 
funny, really. He pasted Band-Aids on my nipples, 
and I pasted Band-Aids on his. We didn't take them 
off. We were so proud of them." 

"What happened?" 

"Nothing," Cindy said. "They're still there." 

"Come on," I said. "What happened? Something bad?" 

"Sorta bad," Cindy said. "At my bath that night my 
grandma found them. She was very upset. I tried to 
explain how Freddie had fixed me and I'd fixed him. 
She just got more upset. I'd never seen her like 
that. 'You mustn't ever!' she said. 'You'll never 
be able to have babies, you do things like that. 
God will punish you.' That's what she said. 'You'll 
never be able to have babies. God will punish you.' 
I believed her. For a long time I believed her." 

"That was horrible," I said. 

"It was," Cindy agreed. "After that I was always 
afraid of my grandmother. I don't think she 
understood why. I'm sure she thought what she was 
doing was right." 



That night I put a lot of candles around the bed. 
"Will you let me do something?" I asked Cindy. 

"Maybe," Cindy said. "What?" 

"Will you let me fix you up?" I showed her the full 
box of Band-Aids. "Please," I said. "I really want 
to." 

"Okay," Cindy said in a small voice. 

I made her lie down on her back. I started out with 
her belly button. I was very careful. "There," I 
said. Cindy lifted her head up so she could look 
down the length of her body. 

"Isn't it beautiful?" I asked her. 

"Is that it?" she said. 

In answer I shook the box of Band-Aids. She let her 
head back down. 

"Lift you legs a little," I asked. 

"You're going for all the good spots first?" Cindy 
said, but she lifted her legs. 

"A little more," I said. "A little more. That's it. 
More. More." 

"You're so greedy," Cindy said, but soon her feet 
were over her head. 

"You're so beautiful," I told her. I peeled the 
Band-Aid. I tried to put it upon her pink little 
sex lips. 

"What's the matter?" Cindy said. 

"It won't stick," I said. "Too slippery." 

"Does that mean you can't fix me?" Cindy asked. 

"We'll see," I said. I peeled another Band-Aid. 
Carefully I applied one sticky flap to the crinkle 
just above her asshole. "Don't wiggle," I said. I 
pasted the opposite flap to the crinkle just below. 
The padding bunched above the center. "I think it's 
going to hold," I said. "Just let me anchor it a 
little." I pushed the padded part into the hole. I 
worked very slowly, trying not to disturb the 
flaps. "I think that will hold," I said. "But 
better if you don't move." 

Then I went to work on Cindy's face. I taped three 
Band-Aids over her lips. When that was done I 
kissed her eyelids and then asked her to close her 
eyes. I put one Band-Aid over each eye. 

I saved her breasts for last. I stretched the Band-
Aid tight across the nipple so that the pad kept 
the nipple pushed down. I smoothed the sticky flap 
onto the flesh of her breast. The nipple tried to 
pop up, but I wouldn't let it. But then it did. "I 
bet it wasn't this hard for Freddie," I said. It 
took me a lot of tries, but at last I had both 
nipples fastened down. 

"Now I'm going to fuck you," I told her. "I'm going 
to fuck you until you're all fixed." 

By the time we were done all the Band-Aids had come 
off, and so had we. 


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BAND-AIDS
by Mat Twassel
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Take a look at Calendar.atEROS for more stories
and photos.

--Mat Twassel

Mat's Erotic Calendar at http://calendar.atEros.com

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