His Lady Tickler
Teresa couldn't believe her ears. Trying hard not to blush, or even let on she was hearing what he was saying, she kept her head down, engrossed in her lab report. Jay stood there, reveling in the attention of the other guys and their laughter. The jerk.
She'd dated him briefly. She was pretty sure only one of the other guys even knew about that. And that guy wasn't laughing.
Jay had been so erotic in the beginning. He'd gently lift her long hair from her neck, bend in, inhale, then kiss her skin. Gently at first, then nibbling and sucking. Her nipples hardened under her t-shirt just thinking of it.
Teresa remembered his mustache on her clit, the delightful prickliness of it. He'd asked if it bothered her. She'd said "no" and meant it.
He was good. His tongue was a serpent, coiling around her cunt, transporting her.
It had not worked out. Now, hearing Jay go on, she was glad. She wondered though, was he talking about her or someone else?
Now he stood here, smoothing his dark mustache with his fingers, being all wink wink nudge nudge, talking about his "lady tickler."
"My girl likes my mustache."
He then inhaled in an extremely exaggerated manner.
"Which is good - it helps me remember her when she's not around."
She was sitting right there. He wasn't talking about her. But she knew something about him.
He couldn't fuck worth anything.
Yeah, wink wink nudge nudge. Say no more.