Page 8 of Defined and Defiled (Ghostlight Falls)

Exhibitionism (n.)

Ex·hi·bi·tion·ism : An overt and pretentious display intended to attract attention

When we return home, Melon is gone but Twlya's car is in the drive. I have not exactly planned what I am going to say to her.

“Hey, ex-girlfriend, is it cool if this book stays with us? He doesn't need a bed but he may take up some counter space. Oh, also he floats and we may have made out, no big deal.”

Twyla is chill, but there has to be a limit right?

I like to think that I'm a mature adult most of the time. So suggesting to Richard that we go out to eat has nothing to do with avoiding Twyla and everything to do with making sure I eat a full meal.

A greasy burger meal and shake might not have the most nutritional value, but a long day deserves some sugar on top. Richard is satisfied with my review of my cupcake from Grim's. He moans as I describe the frosting slowly.

I park us near the trees behind the Great Basin Spadefoot Museum. It’s a great place to sit and think, or avoid explaining anything to your roommate.

“Is there anything else you've remembered from before?”

I ask, dipping the last of my fries into my chocolate shake.

He shakes his head.

“There's some flashes, but my head is so full of words now, it's hard to distinguish what's memory and what's definition.”

“Marge might know you? She's been working in the front office since,”

I squint.

“The dawn of time perhaps?”

This brings a smile to his face.

“Marge is still there? I would have thought she'd move on by now.”

“Nope, I think she's trying to win an award for longest haunting or something. I don't know why I didn't think of it before, if anyone knows what happened to you, it would be her.”

It's a good sign that he can remember her. Maybe there's a chance that more of his memories from before can be regained.

“Thank you for today. It was nice.”

His voice is soft.

“I should be thanking you, I've never had such good attendance at a Helpers meeting.”

He grins. It's unlike the ones I've seen from him before; this one is shy, almost boyish.

“They said you can be kind of intimidating.”

“The kids did? I showed up to the last meeting with my shirt inside out. It wasn't the first time either.”

He snorts.

“I get it, though. You're this educated, beautiful woman. I'd find you intimidating too.”

“Aw, you think I'm,”

I pause, chewing my last fry before continuing.

“educated?”

He rolls his eyes, but he's still smiling.

“And annoying. Very annoying.”

“You better be nice to me or I’ll dog-ear all of your pages,”

I smile.

“You think I'm beautiful.”

“And a bad driver.”

He teases.

“Hey, we didn't crash into anything today!”

I don't remind him of the fact that I almost missed the turn in for the road into the forest.

“An improvement over yesterday.”

We match each other's smiles for a moment.

“If you're going to keep coming with me to school, there is something we should figure out.”

He sobers up.

“The doodles?”

I nod.

“The tab worked today, and the kids seemed to love the floating, but I don't want to take a risk of there being something else inside of you.”

He nods and floats over to my lap.

“Is this okay?”

I ask before I reach out to open him out.

“Of course.”

He leans back on the steering wheel and flips open.

This time we make it to the C's before there's anything. The page containing capture ( Verb; take into one's possession or control by force) is covered in little 3-D boxes and stars.

“What do you think boxes and stars would do?” I ask.

Richard's reply is muffled against the steering wheel.

“Could it be dynamite?”

“Well, we are not trying that one in my car. My insurance is fed up with me already.”

I should not have been surprised at the next doodle we came across; it was bound to happen at some point. I run my finger over the dark lines.

“What is it? What did you find?”

There are two vastly anatomically incorrect penis drawings, one squirting what I doubt is water on the word 'erect' (Adjective; rigidly upright or straight). Richard grows impatient as I try to figure out how to tell him that I think I'm looking at his dicks.

“Why don't you make them glow and find out?”

I prop Richard up on the passenger seat so nothing slaps me in the face when he glows the doodles.

“This one feels harder to activate than the others.”

Like the mature adult I am, I don't laugh, but I have to bite my lip to keep a giggle from escaping.

“Shirley, can you close me?”

Richard's voice is tight.

As soon as I shut his pages, two dicks spring out of his cover, like the world's most perverted pop-up book.

For a moment, neither of us speaks, both of us looking down. The hard cocks are cream colored with smudged words wrapping them like vines. They are stacked on top of one another, with the shorter and thicker of the two on top. Only the lower one has balls, which reflect an upside-down 3 more than an actual scrotum. Whoever the artist was, they didn't let anything as trivial of a knowledge of human anatomy stop their vision.

“Are they functional?” I ask.

At this, Richard finally meets my eyes.

“This is what you're worried about, Shirley? This is worse than the 'horny ray'.”

“So you can feel them?”

Richard nods, his face looking miserable.

“And so, if I did this?”

I run a finger over the tip of the leaking cock. It's a smooth, rough texture, not different from running your hands along the pages of a book, and watery ink stains my finger.

Richard shudders, his pages flapping.

“That, God, yeah, I could feel that.”

He shuts his eyes tightly.

“Are you down for some more experimentation?”

“Are you sure, Shirley?”

“Surely.”

I lean down to kiss him. After yesterday, this kiss feels embarrassingly chaste, just a soft press off lips on lips. I surprise myself with how much I want this, how eager I am to see the results of this 'experiment'. Before we can ramp up our kiss his weight pushes on my horn. The loud honk jolts up apart.

Everything gets tossed into the back seats to make room for Richard and me. There's no magical lust doodle this time. It's all me as I climb into my passenger seat. It's not easy to maneuver out of tights in a car, and it makes me wonder if we should bring back breakaway pants for situations like this.

There are only so many positions available to us in my hybrid, and with Richard's limited mobility so I situate him in the seat and climb over him, letting my knees land on opposite sides of his pages.

I expected Richard to want to get right into the main event, but his ribbon bookmark slides out of his pages as he watches me struggle to undress.

My chronically rolled down windows mean there will be no steaming up glass. I know we're covered by the tall forest trees, but it still feels like we could be spotted at any moment. If I get my brains fucked out in a forest and no one is around to hear it, does it still count as exhibitionism?

I have always loved a good bookmark, and it seems like I am finally going to be loved back by one. The silky ribbon snakes its way between my thighs.

Richard takes his time teasing me, running his ribbon over my wetness, and just barely grazing my clit softly where his ribbon is cut. It's feather light, and I almost wish he had a hard plastic bookmark instead.

“I wish I could hold you, Shirley.”

Richard's voice is low, but it still shocks me. Even as his 'tongue' continues its movements against me, his words are crystal clear as he watches me writhe atop him.

“You don't have any arm doodles hidden in your pages?” I pant.

“I guess we'll never know since you were a naughty girl and couldn't focus long enough to check.”

Richard's ribbon stops with the teasing and folds over itself a few times, until the tip of his ribbon is about an inch thick. I don't have to show Richard where the clit is, since he could actually define it.

He uses the thick part of his ribbon to give me the pressure I need, letting the remainder of his length slide up and down between my folds. It's hard to stay upright in this position. My nails will probably leave permanent marks on my headrest.

A moment before I feel like I'm going to fall, Richard eases up, and I catch my breath. Then he starts the teasing again. I ride his ribbon hard, sliding my pussy along the thin line of satin.

It's not enough. I reach underneath me for the smaller cock, and Richard removes his ribbon from my legs completely.

“Hands up.”

“Really, Richard?”

“Raise your hand, Ms. Sumner.”

I feel foolish, but I comply, returning my hands to the headrest.

“Good girl.”

Richard returns his tongue to where it was. Each time I ride the way up, he eases off of me before I come.

“You've had a long day, Shirley. I think it's fair to say you deserve a treat.”

I can barely think, much less agree or deny anything Richard is saying. As long as he keeps this up.

“And all treats are best when they are savored.”

Richard gives me one last swipe before removing his ribbon from between my legs, he slides it along my thigh slowly before it falls away.

“Now lean back, slowly.”

The nervous edition of Richard from yesterday, who kissed me, is gone. He's self-assured and downright bossy as he watches me sit down on his cocks. I'm so wet that for a moment I worry about smudging the ink on his pages as I slowly lower myself on the larger doodled dick. The smaller one is still wet with ink water droplets that rub against my clit.

I take a moment to get used to the feel of him, but Richard doesn't allow that for long. His ribbon slides over my thigh before he wraps it around the smaller cock.

“Good job, Shirley. Fuck, you feel so sweet. You stay still, let me handle this.”

I fall in love with gravity just a little bit when it allows me to slide down onto Richard's cock. He only gives me a moment to rest before I feel him thrust up, and there is a smack on my ass.

“How are you doing that?”

Richard breaks up each of my words with the thrust-smack combination he's started.

“Figure it out for yourself.”

He orders.

I look down to where we meet. He is moving his cover to thrust into me, the hard leatherbound binding smacking me with each thrust. His ribbon holds his leaking cock against me so that each smack grinds us together.

My car mirrors my college library during exam week with the unmistakable sounds of ruffling pages and hardback books being slammed closed over and over again.

“You're doing so well.”

Richard groans.

I'm not sure when Richard realized I enjoyed positive reinforcement, but it's working wonders for me. I'm already so sensitive from his ribbon that I can't form any coherent words, everything I attempt comes out as gibberish.

This damn dictionary has fucked the words right out of me. Richard slows his pace down again and I consider ripping out another one of his pages if he doesn't let me come soon.

“Just a little bit longer Shirley, you can take it.”

A proud woman never begs, but a proud woman also wouldn't be banging a book.

“Please, Richard.”

“Patience, Shirley.”

I whimper as he drags his smaller cock against me again, the soaked ribbon rubbing against us both slowly.

“Please.”

I beg him one last time.

Richard relents, resuming his pace from before.

He only gets a few more thrusts in before I break. I'm holding onto the headrest as if it's my life preserver as each wave of my orgasm crashes into me. I'm messy and loud and Richard's soft voice complements me throughout all of it.

There's no graceful way to dismount from Richard. I crawl over to the driver's side and watch as his cocks disappear back into his body.

“Did you?”

I've never been on this side of things, needing to ask if my partner has finished.

Richard nods, glances down to the bottom of his cover, where I see a new ink stain on the leather.

“I don't suppose you have a doodle in there that helps us find my underwear?”

Richard lets out a breathy laugh.

“Sorry to disappoint you, Shirley.”

“You definitely did not disappoint me, Richard.”

If I thought returning home after work with Richard would be awkward, coming home with ink stains on my thighs feels worse. Melon starts barking the second we return home, like the tattletale she is.

Twyla is laying on the couch watching videos but she pokes her head up when she sees me walk in. I watch her eyes go wide as she sees Richard follow behind me.

“Shirley, I thought we'd talked about your thrifting ban.”

“He's not cursed!”

I look at Richard who just remains hovering by my ear.

“I mean, technically he is but-”

“Shirley!”

Twyla shouts and Melon barks along with her, the adorable little traitor.

“I'm sorry for intruding.”

Richard starts, he gestures to me and I open him up to 'M' and the little doodle I drew after we’d gathered up my clothes. It appears I’m a pretty crummy artist. He activates his stick figure, and even though I know what he's going for, I don't have the heart to tell him he looks ridiculous. He takes a few uneasy steps, and barely manages to not fall.

Twyla looks horrified as she watches him step forward, her blue eyes wide. Twyla grew up here so she has a high tolerance for weirdness but seeing a stick figure hand reaching towards her might be a bit too much.

“I'm Richard.”

Twyla looks at me and I hope I'm making a reassuring face and not looking like I'm about to piss myself as she shakes his skinny hand.

“Hi Richard. I'm Twyla.”

Twyla shoots me a 'help me' glance.

“Well now everyone has met, and we're all so tired we should be going to bed, I think.”

They both look at me with disappointment in their eyes. Twyla releases Richard's hand.

“Do you smoke?”

“No.”

“Have a job?”

“I'm volunteering at Shirley's school, I guess.”

Twyla nods.

“Figure out a way to pay rent and you can stay.”

God bless lesbians and their ease in accepting new roommates.

“I'd normally say if you hurt her I'd rip your balls off but I guess pages will suffice.”

Twyla smiles showing all of her teeth. When she gets scary like this, I remember why I was so in love with her. I moved here after two weeks.

“Understood.”

Richard says, and Twyla reaches out to wipe some of my lipstick from where it was attempting to stain his cover.

“Good book.”