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Subject: {ASSM} Charlie
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CHARLIE


The phone rang and woke me up. I looked at the clock,
surprised. I hadn't meant to fall asleep. I picked up the
receiver and stretched.

"Hello?" I yawned. The heat was already starting to spread
through my body again. Charlie told me to put my hand in my
panties, so I did.

"Hello, Miss Kingston," said a familiar voice. "This is
Doctor Samuels."

I quickly yanked my hand out of my pajama bottoms. Doctors
had a way of knowing about these things.

"Um, hi."

"How are you feeling?"

"Fine," I replied. "Just a little sleepy." Charlie wanted
me to take my clothes off, but I ignored her. This was not
a good time.

"Have you started your medication yet?"

The pills were still in the unopened bottle. "Yes," I heard
myself respond. "This morning." Why had I said that? It
must have been the right answer.

"Very good. That's probably why you feel tired. Take naps
if you need to, but remember to take two tablets every twenty-
four hours. We don't want any more incidents. Do we, Miss
Kingston?"

"No." I felt ashamed. Doctor Samuels was a nice guy. He was
only trying to help me. I made up my mind to start the
medication right after I got off the phone.

"Okay then. If you have any trouble, call my cellphone. I
have it with me at all times."

"I will. Thank you."

He said goodbye and hung up. I went over and picked up the
bottle of pills. It was round and long and kind of heavy. I
held it for a minute in my hand. Charlie told me that I
should take it, so I did. It felt a little cold at first,
but after a while I didn't notice.

...

Peter called me around six. I let the machine get it. Charlie
was asleep and I wanted to relax.

"Hey Erica. That photographer from Cosmo is still hassling
me. She wants to know when you'll be ready to shoot." I
groaned and threw at pillow at the phone. I wasn't ready to
go back to work yet. I needed rest. Charlie whispered that
I should go to Los Angeles. It sounded like a very good
idea.

Five hours later I was on a plane to L.A. The flight was
full and the seating was all messed up. I wanted the window
seat next to me, but a boy got it first.

"Hi," I said, smiling at him. "Would you mind trading seats
with me?" He looked maybe sixteen and was wearing thick
glasses.

He blushed and got up quickly, nearly stumbling as he moved
past me. I held his arm to make sure he didn't fall. He
starting blushing even more. It was cute. I thanked him as
I sat down and looked out the window. This was much better.
I could relax now.

The plane took off. I leaned back and closed my eyes, but
Charlie kept me awake. I looked out from under my eyelids.
The boy was watching me. I saw his eyes moving slowly over
my body. His hand was on the arm rest closeby. He suddenly
looked very nervous. It took me a second to realize that it
was because I'd reached over and touched his wrist. Then
Charlie told me to move it, so I did.

His hand trembled as I brought it between my thighs. I felt
guilty. Doctor Samuels would not have approved. The boy's
fingers did feel good rubbing the front of my jeans though.
I wondered if I could pull them down without anyone
noticing.

I unbuttoned my pants and worked them down a little. I put
his hand back, this time over my panties. I moaned quietly
as I felt his fingers start to stroke me. Charlie was
telling me to take my shirt off. I wanted to, but I still
remembered what had happened that time on the bus.
Embarrassing. I took the boy's hand again and guided it
under my panties. His fingers rubbed deliciously over my
labia, his hand shaking so much that it felt almost like a
vibrator.

He suddenly pulled his hand away. I looked up to see the
stewardess serving a drink to the man on the end of the
aisle. Could she see that my pants were undone? I sat
still, hoping she would leave. In a few minutes she did
and the boy immediately put his hand back on my kitty. I
was starting to like him.

He played with me until his whalish mother came over and
pushed her way down the aisle. I moved my purse into my lap
and smiled at her, but she only gave me a sour look. Bitch.
She looked back to the boy and frowned. His face was pink
and he was breathing heavily.

"Mercy!" She said, putting her hand to his forehead. "Don't
you have your inhaler?"

"I do, mom." He answered, sounding mortified. "I'm okay.
Honest."

She felt his hands and looked at his eyes. "Okay, but if
you start having trouble remember that we're just three
rows behind you." She smiled at him and walked away. He was
just reaching over again when his mother suddenly came
back.

"Go sit with your father," she told the boy sternly, glaring
at me from behind her glasses. Shit. When he had gone
she sat down next to me and leaned over, her face ugly
and twisted.

"Does this smell familiar, you little slut?" She snapped,
waving her fingers in my face. I felt my cheeks start
burning as I caught the faint musky scent of myself. She
must have picked it up from her son's hand.

"I thought so. What I should do is tell the captain and
have the police haul your child molesting ass away as soon
as we land." Her voice was very loud. I shrank down into my
seat and tried to hide. She scowled. "You're just lucky I
don't want to embarrass Rodney."

Too late for that, I thought, but I didn't say it. The woman
easily outweighed me by a hundred pounds and I was
afraid she would sit on me. Charlie pouted and said nothing..

"Sorry," I said weakly. She just stared like she was trying
to melt my head with her eyes. She watched me for the rest
of the flight. So did a lot of people. I felt like I was going to
die from shame.

Fuck you, Charlie. You did it again.

...

The first thing I did when I got to the hotel was go to my
room and search through my bags for the pills. No, that's
not quite right. That was the second thing. The first
happened in the elevator. The bellhop was at the end of his
shift and looked tired, but he was still nice to me and
insisted on carrying both my bags. Charlie told me that I
should do something to thank him, but I didn't listen.
Wait. That's not quite right either. I didn't listen right
away. Then I decided that it would be okay to just kiss his
wiener a little bit. He looked pretty surprised as I got
down on my knees in front of him, but he didn't seem to
mind. A second later he hit the stop button on the
elevator.

I opened his pants and took him out. His penis wasn't very
big, but it was smooth and clean and quickly getting hard.
I kissed it a few times, then forgot what I was supposed to
be doing and starting sucking it anyway. I was curious to
see if I could put the whole thing in my mouth, so I tried.
It fit nicely. He was very stiff and I could feel him twitch
each time I took him all the way down.

I was just beginning to have fun when he groaned and
started squirting. Not wanting to get us in trouble, I
swallowed it. I did his pants back up as he started the
elevator again. At my door I offered him some money for
carrying my bags, but he refused.

"Lady, you already gave me the best tip I've had all year."
He grinned, and with a nod he left. I started to feel
ashamed again.

Enough was enough. I had a career to think about. I
searched through all my stuff, then dumped my bags out on
the floor. The pills were nowhere to be found. I was almost
positive I'd brought them with me.

I gave up and changed into my pjs. Self-control. That's all
I needed. I went out on the balcony. The night was warm and
the lights looked pretty. I was still hot from the elevator
ride. Charlie told me that I would feel better if I was
naked, and I reluctantly agreed.

Once my clothes were off I leaned on the railing and looked
down. I was on the seventh floor and could see that there
were still a lot of people out walking. What day was it?
Saturday. I stretched, enjoying the breeze on my skin.
Charlie said I should touch myself. I frowned and thought
about it for a moment. Well, okay, but just a little. I
reached up and gently squeezed my left breast, rolling the
nipple around between my fingers. A tiny shiver ran through
my body.

Suddenly I heard voices nearby. There were a few young men
standing out on the balcony next door. One had seen me and
was pointing. I felt my face getting warm. I knew they
could see what I was doing, but I didn't feel like going
back inside. Moving my hand over to pinch my other nipple,
I looked back down to the street and tried to ignore them.
My kitty was almost aching to be touched. I slipped my hand
between my thighs and gave myself a few slow rubs. It felt
nice. I leaned over further and spread my legs so I could
reach myself better.

More voices. I wasn't paying attention. My fingers moved
faster. I rested my head against the railing and moaned.

"Yeah baby!" Someone called. "Work it!"

I exploded. It was strong and I heard myself cry out. People
were clapping. I looked up to see close to a dozen  men
and women  standing out on the balcony next door, applauding
me. Oh God, not again. I ran back inside my room and closed
the door.

I went to the bedroom, suddenly exhausted. Charlie was
quiet. I would sleep until she woke me again, and in the
morning I would find the the sheets all tangled up like a wild
animal had been trapped in the bed.

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Inspired by a short illustrated work from Milo Manara.
Comments welcome.

Email: devospudc@yahoo.com
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