Page 21 of Nearly Roadkill: Queer Love on the Run

Frankie: ::pressing my lips to your white shirt, softly, leaving just a trace of red::

Johnny: ::feeling the softness of your dress:: You dance real good.

Frankie: ::tears springing to eyes, averting my face quickly::

Johnny: Hey, sweetheart, what is it?

Frankie: ::softly:: Damn. ::shaking my head:: Just keep holding me.

Johnny: No problem, doll. ::dancing out to the patio slowly::

Frankie: Maybe you’re all right, Johnny. Maybe you’re not like the rest of ’em.

Johnny: Oh, I probably am, sweetheart. But it looks like we got the same amount to lose.

Frankie: Tell me, Johnny… ::breaking away from you, gently::

Johnny: Yeah?

Frankie: You stone? ::holding my breath::

Johnny: ::stiffening:: Why ya gotta go and ask a question like that?

Frankie: ::softly:: Oh baby, c’mere. ::holding my arms out::

Johnny: What’s it to you? ::slowly moving back close to you::

Frankie: ::softly:: Had to know, Johnny. It’s OK.

Johnny: ::relaxing into you again:: Depends. I don’t plan it, but it usually works out that way.

Frankie: ::running my fingers through your hair gently:: It’s OK, Johnny.

Johnny: I ain’t got no bones ’bout being a female. If that bugs you, you better buzz off now.

Frankie: ::pressing myself hard against you, taking your face in my hands:: ::kissing you hard::

Johnny: ::holding you tighter, kissing back:: ::Looking around:: Think we’re really alone here?

Frankie: I hope we are.

Johnny: ::smiling:: Yeah, I know. But I want somethin’ real bad, Frankie. Want it now.

Frankie: ::lazy smile:: What’s that, handsome?

Johnny: You, dollface. We ain’t got much time, so…

Frankie: ::nodding:: So…

Johnny: ::moving my hand lower:: So one thing I noticed about both of us bein’ female…

Frankie: ::gasping, smiling, putting my arms up around your neck::

::breathless:: What’s that, Johnny?

Johnny: We can go to the can together.

Frankie: ::pulling back, raising a perfect eyebrow::

Johnny: ::whispering:: Come on, just for a minute.

Frankie: ::bursting out laughing:: The can?

Johnny: ::laughing with you:: Sorry to be crude. You just… you…

Frankie: ::rueful laugh:: I bring it out in ya, right? I always seem to do that with the good ones.

Johnny: Ladies Lounge is right over there, gorgeous. Join me?

Frankie: ::holding you back:: Hey, handsome…

Johnny: Come on, doll, let’s do it before we gotta go.

Frankie: In there?

Johnny: Why not? It ain’t polite to do what I wanna do out here by the bar.

Frankie: ::shrugging:: I saw some straight girls go in earlier, and…

Johnny: Yeah. They do get jumpy. Damn. ::moving my hands over your breasts:: Patio’s deserted, I guess.

Frankie: ::whispering:: Patio’s fine.

Johnny: You like stone butches?

Frankie: ::small smile:: I like butches. Stone or otherwise, I like ’em.

Johnny: Too many femmes… they’re afraid. Don’t want to touch us. Afraid we’ll slap ’em down.

Frankie: ::nodding:: So then they don’t touch you.

Johnny: Yeah… ::nuzzling your neck:: ::sliding hand down your thigh::

Frankie: ::bringing my hands up to your breasts, my eyes locked on your eyes, asking::

Johnny: Yeah. Yeah, do that.

///SORRY TO INTERRUPT, FOLKS.///

Frankie: What?

Johnny: What the fuck? What’s up, Eye?

///THERE’S A SPECIAL ANNOUNCEMENT COMING OVER THE NET IN 7 MINUTES.. WE’RE SUPPOSED TO ALERT EVERYONE. DON’T SIGN OFF UNTIL YOU’VE SEEN IT.///

Frankie: Thanks, Eye.

Johnny: Thanks.

///HAVE FUN, YOU TWO. HEY…

WHICH ONE OF YOU IS BACALL?///

Johnny: With all due respect, sir or madam, we’d like a little privacy.

///::SHRUGGING:: JUST TRYING TO GET INTO THE SPIRIT OF THINGS.

WHAT A GROUCH.///

Eye has left the room.

Frankie: ::breathing hard:: Maybe you shouldn’t have—

Johnny: ::breathing hard for the wrong reasons::

Frankie: What’s happening, Scratch? That isn’t supposed to happen.

Johnny: Look, Winc, I don’t want to sound paranoid, but…

Frankie: But?

Johnny: I think we gotta get outta here. I’ll tell you by email.

Frankie: No, Scratch! Don’t want you to leave!

Johnny: When the Net announcement comes, it’ll stop all action anyway. ::pause:: I was so fucking turned on!

Frankie: I was so… you were?

Johnny: Of course! Weren’t you?

Frankie: ::tilting my head, looking up at you through lowered lids:: Was I ever, handsome.

Johnny: Jesus! *Please* don’t ever tell me who you really are! I mean *what* you really are.

Frankie: ::shaking my head, quiet::

Johnny: I can be anything with you! Don’t tell me we finally hit your real persona: a tart from the ’40s…

ATTENTION ALL NET USERS… A SPECIAL GOVERNMENT

ANNOUNCEMENT WILL APPEAR IN 5 MINUTES.

Frankie: ::popping my gum:: And what if I was?

PLEASE STAND BY…

THE NET ANNOUNCEMENT WILL COMMENCE

IN 1 MINUTE, PLEASE STAND BY…

Johnny: Let’s go. It’s rough to be kicked out. Better to saunter off on your own power.

Frankie: ::grabbing you, kissing you hard, sweet::

Frankie: Bye “Johnny”!

Johnny: Bye doll.

Somehow, another room magically popped up called Dark Corner Bar, occupied by only two people. Right. Neither of us signed off. I think we didn’t feel “finished.”

*** You are in room “Dark Corner Bar” ***

Frankie: ::closing my eyes, smiling, squeezing your breasts gently::

Johnny: ::sliding hand along your stockings, moving up under your dress:: ::turning your back to the lounge:: Oh, baby, you got a touch, you do.

Frankie: ::opening my legs a bit wider::

Johnny: ::sliding my knee in between your legs:: ::pushing you down on my thigh::

Frankie: Ahh! yesss.

Johnny: Ride, baby. Ride it for me.

Frankie: ::pushing down against your leg, eyes locked on yours::

Johnny: ::breathing:: You look so good. ::sliding hand in between your legs, dipping in::

Frankie: ::tossing my hair out of my face, riding your leg in time to the music::

Johnny: So nice and wet…

Frankie: ::riding your leg, more urgently:: ::standing up suddenly, widening my stance::

Johnny: ::sliding my fingers over your clit, one finger, then two, inside you::

Frankie: ::reaching up to your breasts, bringing my fingers around your nipples::

Frankie: Want you inside me… your hand. Now, please, baby!

Johnny: ::Looking around, can’t resist::

Johnny: ::putting more fingers inside you… pushing hard::

Frankie: ::purring:: You are… ::gasp::

Johnny: ::rubbing your clit hard, breathing into your neck::

Frankie: ::rolling your nipples in my fingers, harder now, hips back and forth on your hand::

Johnny: ::my own wetness warm… ::riding the seam of my pants::

Frankie: ::bringing my hand down to between your legs::

Johnny: ::lifting you with my knee::

::pulling you to me, pushing my hand inside you::

Frankie: Everything I’ve got, Johnny. ::running my hand hard over your fly, squeezing down on your hand inside me::

Johnny: I’m not gonna lose it here, baby, but it sure feels good. ::dancing to the music, pushing my hand in and out::

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