“Johnny on the Spot” is a short story which I wrote last year. Although it ended up being part of “Down the Rabbit Hole”, truth be told, I like it much better as a stand-alone story. I tend to like stories with peculiar twists and dark undertones. This one certainly fits the bill—Enjoy.
Wrapped in a towel, Trish gathered her clothes for the day. She lay her new skirt and matching blouse on the bed, then stepped back to look at the two together. Pleased with her new outfit, she scurried into the closet to find her shoes. The shoes were her sole inspiration for buying the skirt. They were definitely “hooker shoes,” and the skirt was a little shorter than she should probably wear to work. But she always likes to sex things up a bit on Fridays. It gets her in the right mood heading into the weekend. She especially likes the looks she gets from the men at work on her “sexy days”. Tom, down the hall in accounting, can’t help himself. He almost drools on himself when she wears a short skirt or a blouse that shows just a touch too much cleavage. He’s married and she doesn’t really find him particularly attractive, but the attention gives her a confidence boost.
The clothes set Trish’s mood for the day, but it’s what she wears underneath that really keeps her turned on. Sexy days always mean some super sexy underthings. Or if the mood strikes her, no panties at all. Her b-cups still look nice and perky with no bra, so that’s always an option. But, this day, she already had a plan for what to wear underneath her new outfit. Her favorite fuck-me g-string and matching push-up bra were practically made to be worn with her new shoes.
She walked over to the dresser and slid the top drawer open. There, spread out before her, were her favorite and most frequently worn unmentionables. On the left were the cotton, no frills, “I need comfort today” panties and matching bras. Even on those days, she likes things to match. And on the right were her “tie me up and make me scream” g-strings, thongs, and push-up bras. In reality, Trish has never been tied up, and her screams aren’t heard by nearly enough people–besides herself. She’s no prude, but she has always been very particular about who she allows to see her most vulnerable self. At thirty-something, she’s only slept with four men, and one woman–sort of.
As she rummaged through her sexiest undergarments, looking for those g-string panties, she uncovered Johnny. “Johnny on the Spot” it said on the package, but she just calls her most faithful lover through the years Johnny. He always makes her smile, just as she did when she first saw him in the display case at Sandy’s Adult Boutique. He was truly a dildo-extraordinaire.
Trish smiled to herself as she gently patted him on the head and let her fingers delicately graze his smooth shaft. “Are you hiding my panties?” she asked, laughing quietly. She nudged Johnny to one side and pulled the panties from underneath him. With a mischievous smile she said, “Maybe we can spend some time together tonight.”
After a few moments Trish’s expression turned more serious. “Are you mad at me?” she asked. She stared silently at the silicone phalus lying among her sexiest panties and bras. “Seriously. Are you mad?” she asked again.
“Should I be?” a gruff male voice replied.
“Look, I don’t have time for this. I need to get dressed for work,” Trish argued.
“Work?” the voice asked. “You’re wearing those to work?”
Trish huffed exasperatedly, “You know I like to dress sexy on Fridays. What’s the problem? I always come home to you, don’t I?”
“Do you?” the voice asked accusingly.
“Can we talk about this tonight? I’m going to be late.”
Trish waited a moment for a response, but received none. Finally, frustrated, she pushed the drawer closed and finished dressing for work.
After a longer than expected work day, Trish’s “Sexy Friday” ended with drinks at a local bar. She and a few friends from work met to blow off steam and console one another. Closing the books for the quarter is always super stressful.
Trish likes to drink, maybe a little too much. A little alcohol helps her loosen up. A little more helps her forget her problems. On this particular day, however, she couldn’t seem to avoid thinking about the inevitable confrontation with Johnny. A confrontation which she would like to avoid.
“Trish, you slut!” yelled Monica from across the table. “Do you want another drink?” It was unusually loud in the bar. Apparently, there was a big game on television, and the local fans were out in force to support their team. Trish never has cared for sports and could, frankly, do without the over-zealous fans.
Trish nodded enthusiastically to Monica and turned to continue her conversation with Isabelle. “I know,” she said, “Let him look. Nothings going to happen, but it kind of turns me on.” Isabelle had commented on Tom’s complete inability to keep his eyes off of Trish. He was exceptionally lecherous today. Trish’s morning tiff with Johnny put her in a fairly pissed off mood for the entire day, and she held no quarter in teasing poor Tom. She leaned over just a little too far when speaking with him at his desk. She bent over just a little too deliberately to pick up the pen that she just couldn’t seem to stop dropping. Poor Tom was in a state. Monica made bets that he wouldn’t make it through the day without escaping to the men’s room to rub one out.
Although Trish always enjoyed torturing Tom, today she was particularly relentless. But, she didn’t really enjoy it. She was taking her frustrations out on him and felt a bit guilty. It wasn’t her usual playful flirtations, but was rather mean spirited.
Trish walked into her apartment, dropped her keys on the table by the door, and flipped through her mail for the day. Nothing interesting. After a few minutes of doing anything to avoid talking to him, she knew it was time to face the piper. She had been putting this off for weeks, but knew she and Johnny needed to have a serious talk.
She walked into the bedroom, switched on the lamp at her bedside table and walked over to the dresser. Taking a deep breadth, she then pulled her underwear drawer open to reveal, lying amongst the dainties with which she covered her naughty bits, Johnny on the Spot. “Are you still in a bad mood?” she asked.
For a moment there was no response. Then the same male voice from earlier, calm, yet obviously perturbed replied. “I’m not in a bad mood. I’m pissed,” he proclaimed.
“Pissed? About what?” she asked.
“How long has it been since you’ve even spoken with me?”
Smiling to lighten the mood, Trish replied, “Talking isn’t really what we do, Johnny.”
“That’s not fair,” he said. “I’m always there for you. I’ve always been there for you.”
“I know you have,” she relented. “And I’ve been there for you, too.”
“Really?” Johnny was obviously miffed. “How long have you left me lying alone in this drawer? How long? I’ll tell you how long…three weeks. That’s how long. And this isn’t the first time.”
“I know,” Trish replied apologetically. “I’ve not really been in the mood.” She reached her hand out to touch him, but stopped just as her finger tips grazed his fleshy shaft.
“Look,” he declared, “I know our relationship isn’t typical, but I have needs too. And don’t tell me you’ve not been in the mood. This drawer isn’t sound proof. I heard you last night after you went to bed.”
“You heard that?”
“Yes, I heard. And there I was lying alone with the panties…ready to go at a moment’s notice but not invited to the party. I heard you come over and over. If I had balls, they’d be blue.”
“I’m sorry,” she said. “I didn’t think you would hear. I wouldn’t hurt you for anything.” She reached out again to touch him, and gently stroked him from shaft to head with her fingertips. “I’m sorry.” A tear welled up in her eye.
“Don’t cry,” he said…his tone softened by her obvious regret. “It’s just…I mean…haven’t I always been there when you needed me? Since you snuck me into your dorm and we made love the first time, I’ve been yours. When you were alone, I was there. When you were dating Quick Billy the sixty second wonder…two minutes after he fell asleep, I was there for you. I didn’t even complain about getting sloppy seconds.”
“I know, and you have,” Trish admitted. “You have always been there for me when I needed you. No one could ever compare to you. Your the best lover, and you fit me perfectly. It’s just…”
“What? It’s just what, Trish?”
“You are. You are a wonderful lover.” She drew him from the drawer and held him close to her breast. “I positively adore you. I love your firm fleshy texture.” She held him in her hands adoringly…lavishing soft kisses on him as she spoke. “I love the perfect curve of your shaft.” She held him close to her face and spoke in intimate whispers. “I love the just so wonderful,” kissing him gently on the tip, “shape of your head. You were always the best sex of my life.”
“Were?” he asked.
“I know you give me all of the best of yourself. But…” her voice trailed off. “But, sometimes I need things that you’re just not equipped to give me, Johnny. It’s not your fault. It’s nobody’s fault.”
“What kind of things?” Johnny huffed with a twinge of pain in his voice.
“Mmmmmm-mmm, things like I can give her,” declared a faint feminine voice.
Trish looked away for a moment, unable to face Johnny’s hurt. “Yes,” she responded to the new voice, “like things that you can give me.” She walked over to her bedside table, still holding Johnny close to her breast, and opened the top drawer. There, lying inside and humming to herself anxiously, was little Vicky.
Trish had met Vicky a month or so before, after reading other women’s comments online about their experiences with “Silver Bullets.” She thought it couldn’t do any harm to try it once, right? What she didn’t expect, however, was how much she would like it. It was easy with Vicky, almost like she didn’t have to really work at it at all. Things just moved along smoothly and without any unnecessary drama. Without getting out of bed, she could reach over, pull Vicky out of the drawer, and after just a few minutes of Vicky humming enthusiastically on her clit, she was moaning with orgasmic bliss. She could easily come two, three, or even four times and then fall asleep…no fuss, no muss.
Earlier that week she even tucked little Vicky into her panties and wore her to work. Vicky rubbed against her swollen clit every time she moved, and when things got boring or just too fucking hot to ignore, Trish would reach into her pocket, slide the dial up and let Vicky do her magic. It wasn’t the most productive day, work-wise, but she came more than a dozen times before even getting home.
“You, goddamn home-wrecking whore!” Johnny yelled.
“Hey! Stop it! It’s not her fault,” declared Trish. “I invited her into our home. Into my home.”
“Your home? So that’s how it is?” he asked with pain in his voice.
Trish paused for a moment. She held him gently in her hands and spoke softly. “Yes, that’s how it is Johnny. But, things don’t have to be weird between us. You know I’ve always adored you. I don’t want to lose you. I still need you, and I always will. Vicky can’t make me feel like you do.”
“But, I can’t make you feel like she does?” questioned Johnny.
“No. No, you can’t, but that’s ok. You’re both so very different. Both fabulous in your own way.” Trish looked lovingly at both of them, “Just different”.
Vicky had remained silent as Trish and Johnny came to terms with the new reality of their relationship, but after a long pause in the conversation she spoke up indignantly. “You’re not thinking of keeping him around are you?”
“What?” replied Trish.
“You’re not kicking him to the curb?”
“No. No, I could never kick Johnny out of my life.”
“Then, what the fuck have we been doing?” cried Vicky.
“Vicky,” Trish said in as calming a voice as she could manage, “I didn’t mean to give you the wrong idea. What we have is great, and I do mean really great. But, I still love Johnny. I could never get rid of him.” She lay the two of them side-by-side on the bed. “Look,” she said, determined to straighten the situation out once and for all, “you two are going to have to find a way to get along. I can’t honestly see how I could give either one of you up.”
After several moments of awkward silence, Johnny spoke up. “I don’t want to leave. I just want you to be happy, Trish. Would this make you happy?”
“I think so,” she replied.
Johnny spoke to Vicky. “What about you? Do you want to make Trish happy?”
“Of course, I do,” she replied. “I’m crazy about her.”
“It’s settled, then?” Trish asked anxiously.
“Yes,” replied Johnny.
“Yes, I suppose so,” replied Vicky.
“Good…good.” Trish’s voice was markedly more upbeat, and she smiled at the resolution to the situation. She moved Vicky closer to Johnny such that they were touching. Seeing them both lying there together was so exciting, she could hardly wait to give their new relationship a test drive. “Shall we?” she asked.
She didn’t wait for a response. This was either going to work, or it wasn’t. Trish pulled up her favorite “gettin’ it done” playlist and laid her phone on the bedside table. With tender melodies filling the room, Trish sat on the bed, beside her two companions, and slowly took off her shoes. Before closing the drawer of her bedside table, she pulled out a small bottle of lube. She could almost here Johnny smiling. He’s really thick with a softer texture than some, and Trish is a petite woman with a snug pussy. Plenty of lube, and sometimes patience, is needed to get him inside of her, but once he’s in… Well, there’s a reason they’ve been together since college.
Trish stood before them and slowly began unbuttoning her blouse. First one button, then another. She took her time, gently grazing her fingertips along the cleavage between her breasts and up along her neck. She closed her eyes and moaned quietly. Another button undone, she pulled her top closed, covering her soft flesh,and stared mischievously at her anxious lovers.
She rubbed her hands slowly up and down her body until finally grasping her blouse firmly. She heard tension filled gasps from Vicky and Johnny when, with one quick motion, she tore her blouse open…the final buttons flying across the room. She let the silky fabric fall from her shoulders. Her bra was delicate and overwhelmingly feminine. Soft white lace caressed her soft breasts and provided the perfect accent to the near perfect skin of her neck and chest. Through the fabric, the outline of her lightly colored nipples was just barely visible. Slowly she traced the edge with her fingertips before allowing her hands to engulf each breast fully. Squeezing them firmly, she leaned her head back and moaned softly. Sounds of excitement from the two lying on her bed turned her on even more. The steadily increasing heat between her legs was beginning to drive her mad. She desperately needed to satisfy the hunger within her, but was intent not to rush things.
Without opening her eyes, she slowly moved her hands downward and began sliding her skirt slowly over the smooth curve of her hips. As the fabric fell freely past her shapely thighs, Trish allowed her hands to continue southward until they met the small triangle of lace at the front of her panties. She hesitated, taking a few short breadths, before sliding her hand behind the delicate lace, her fingers finding their way over her silky smooth mound. With her middle finger, she reached underneath and traced the slit of her pussy slowly upward. Allowing it to dip slightly inside along the way gathering moisture from her arousal, she gasped out loud when her slippery finger finally found her swollen clit.
For just a moment, she gave in to the immediate sensations and rubbed her clit frantically up and down. “Oh, fuck!” she thought.
“Hey, save some for us,” Vicky cried out anxiously.
Trish stopped and opened her eyes. “Sorry,” she said, “I’m just so fucking hot right now.”
“Well, bring that hot pussy over here and let us have some,” she heard Johnny say. “I’m about to explode.”
With no more hesitation, Trish quickly slid her panties off, unclasped her bra, and jumped excitedly on the bed. With Johnny in one hand and Vicky in the other, Trish adjusted her position slightly…nestling her head into the soft pillow. She closed her eyes for a moment and relaxed her entire body with a slow exhale. “OK,” she said. “Let’s fuck.”
Trish gave Vicky a quick kiss. “Are you ready, baby?” she asked.
“Mmmmmm-mmm, you know I am,” replied the little silver vibrator.
Trish rubbed her new shiny lover slowly up and down her smooth slit a few times before finally nestling it against her clit. She crossed her ankles, squeezing her thighs together, holding Vicky in place with the soft folds of her pussy.
“Turn me on, baby,” Vicky’s muffled voice pleaded.
As her finger slowly turned the small dial, Vicky started to hum. Trish’s face immediately became twisted with pleasure.
Johnny was overcome. “Do you like what she does to you?” he asked excitedly.
She opened her eyes slightly and nodded her affirmation. She held his fleshy girth firmly in her hand and brought him near her face. She gasped slightly as Vicky hit just the right spot and brought his head right up to her lips and whispered “Yes. It feels sooo good…so fucking good.” Quivering with pleasure as Vicky worked her magic, Trash slowly licked the underside of Johnny’s head…teasing it like a real cock. She flicked her tongue quickly for a few moments before taking the tip between her lips. “Will you fuck my mouth while she makes me come?” she asked.
“Just try to stop me,” he replied. “Work that pussy, girl,” Johnny demanded. Vicky replied with enthusiastic humming.
Trish squeezed him firmly in her tiny fist as he pushed past her lips. She sucked first just the tip, but after a few short strokes, she pushed him further into her warm mouth. A few strokes, a few licks, then further…a few more strokes, then deeper…until, soon, the head of that thick cock was pushing at the back of her throat. She gasped for breadth each time she pulled back and gagged a little with each deep thrust…her mouth stretched to its limit trying to contain him.
Trish, beginning to feel Vicky’s talented humming bring her close, let Johnny fall from her mouth, resting his head on her chin. “Oh, my God, Vicky! I’m going to come. I’m going to come!” Her fingers pushing the tiny dial to it’s max, Trish squeezed her thighs together holding Vicky firmly against her desperate little clit. The spasms of orgasm started deep inside of her, expanding like pulsating waves from her smoldering cunt outward through her entire body. Crying out with each new wave of orgasm, she held Johnny in a death grip.
Panting with beads of sweat on her face and neck, Trish gradually rolled the dial back as her orgasm subsided. With her eyes still closed, and Vicky quietly humming at her lowest setting, “Fuck me, Johnny. I want you inside me,” she said.
As she spread her legs and lowered him into position, she heard Johnny’s voice. “What about the lube?”
“We don’t need it,” she replied. With her fingers, she spread herself open slightly and slipped just the tip between her puffy outer lips. Straining her neck, she watched as the shaft of that beautiful cock slowly pushed inside. Her smooth, bare pussy stretching as he moved deeper and deeper. That big thick cock slowly filled her; and her wet pussy, still pulsing from orgasm, eagerly welcomed the fullness.
She lay quietly for a moment, in blissful satisfaction; but soon the hunger began to take hold again. Moaning with pleasure, she slowly began sliding his full length in and out of her steaming cunt. With one hand masterfully fucking her pussy, the other played delicately with her aching nipples. Vicky’s controller lay at ready between her heaving breasts.
Her eyes clenched shut, Trish was aware of every sensation in her body. And she knew something special was happening, something she had never felt before. Her entire body was on fire…every nerve excited to the brink.
“Does that feel good?” Johnny’s muffled voice asked.
“Yes.” she whispered. “Yes,” her voice rising slightly. “Oh…yes! I’m coming!” A quick flick of Trish’s thumb and Vicky was raging against her clit with everything she had. Trish screamed and thrashed like a woman being tortured, gripping the bedspread with one hand and Johnny’s thick shaft with the other. Slamming her clenched fist against her hungry pussy with each crashing wave of pleasure, she shoved that big dick deep inside.
It was impossible to tell when one orgasm ended and the next began. Her body spasming and convulsing in uncontrollable bliss, Trish was teleported to a state of endless pleasure…at once completely in tune with every fiber of her being yet also completely unaware of where or who she was. Her mind, body, and soul were overcome and transformed…feeling, seeing, smelling, hearing as one. Waves of sensation melded her entire being into a cloud of euphoria.
After coming until she had no strength left in her body, Trish lay silent and motionless. Vicky lay quietly on Trish’s thigh, and Johnny, ever so slowly, was squeezed out of her pussy until he lay between her thighs on the bed. All were drenched with the musky wetness of Trish’s sex, and all were blissfully asleep.
Upon awakening, Trish looked around the room. At first, she was slightly disoriented. Her head was spinning and she felt like she was coming down from a wild roller-coaster ride of an acid trip. After a few moments, she recognized that freshly-fucked feeling between her legs, and slowly her senses returned. “I need a shower,” she thought. She slowly sat up in bed and groped around for Vicky and Johnny. Dropping her legs over the side of the bed, she opened the top drawer of the bedside table and gently laid Vicky inside. She hesitated for a moment, and with a smile to herself, lay Johnny next to Vicky before closing the drawer.
She took a long hot shower. Her entire body was weak and exhausted, but totally relaxed and at ease. She was still glowing from the endorphin-fueled bliss of the evenings activities, and reveled in the feeling as she dried her hair. She stood back looking at herself in the mirror as she brushed her teeth. Naked and completely exposed, this is who she was. This is what her body looked like. This was her truth.
She pulled a medicine bottle from the cabinet and started to twist the lid open. Just at that moment, she could almost hear Johnny and Vicky. “Didn’t we have a wonderful time? Why would you want to send us away?” She paused briefly, looked at herself again in the mirror, and placed the bottle back in its place. The label read Thorazine.