Body Surfing

their depths, like luminous fish. Shawna stared into them, her own pupils vibrating as her optic nerve struggled to follow the micromovements of Jasper’s eyes. Her gaze softened just as it had with Leo. The rag stopped moving. A smile curled up once side of her face. A little giggle burst from her throat.
    “I don’t know what’s come over me tonight.”
    Jasper couldn’t help himself. “I’d like to come over you.”
    Shawna smirked, but didn’t look away. She looked up and down the bar.
    “It is kinda dead in here, isn’t it?”
    You have no idea, Jasper thought.
    Shawna’s hand tiptoed across the bar until it touched his.
    “You used to play for Hudson High?”
    “Yeah. Linebacker.”
    Shawna’s smile grew wider.
    “Well, what’re you waiting for? Tackle me.”
    She took his hand over the bar and led him toward the back of the room. As they passed Leo and Gwen, Jasper saw that the triage nurse was in the process of unbuttoning her smock. Her eyes were fixed resolutely on the paramedic’s, and Leo didn’t look up, either. There was a greedy, impatient grin on his face.
    “Whoever said God was dead,” he called as Jasper headed into the stockroom, “wasn’t looking at what I’m looking at.” And then, in a mocking voice: “See you on the other side, buddy.”
    I hope not, Jasper thought.
     
    When Shawna bent over to push a case of bourbon out of the center of the storeroom floor, Jasper put his hand on the bare place just above the waistband of her jeans. He slipped a finger in, found the line of her panties. Electric sparks seemed to shoot up his arm as he traced his fingertip over the curve of her ass.
    Shawna backed into him. The top of her ass pushed against the base of his penis and she rocked up and down on her toes, massaging it through his pants. Jasper thought he was going to shoot in Jarhead’s boxers.
    “I don’t want you to get the wrong idea,” Shawna breathed into the dry air of the storeroom. “I’ve never done this before.”
    Jasper whirled her around. “Me neither,” he said, barely able to get the words out before his mouth smashed onto hers. He grabbed her beltloops and ground her crotch against his. Shawna grabbed fistfuls of Jarhead’s baggy jeans and rammed his body against hers.
    Jasper pushed her back. Shawna’s mouth hung open, her lips puffy, her tongue protruding slightly.
    “Do you like this shirt?”
    “Wha—”
    Before she could finish the word, Jasper had torn it open. The thin fabric folded back and there were her breasts, small but plump, the nipples hard.
    “Oh fuck!”
    Shawna grabbed Jasper’s hair and pulled his face to her chest.Even as he took one of her nipples in his mouth her hands went to his crotch. She fumbled with his belt as Jasper went back and forth between her tits as if he couldn’t decide which one he liked better. A muffled moan gurgled out of his throat.
    Shawna was having trouble with his belt, and he swatted her hands away. He grabbed the tongue and ripped so hard that the buckle snapped off, along with half of his beltloops and the button of his jeans. After the incredible constriction of his pants, it seemed that his penis was floating in space. And then Shawna wrapped her fingers around it and pulled it toward her.
    “Oh sweet Jesus!” Jasper stumbled to the side. He deliberately smashed his head into the shelf.
    “What?” Shawna said, still pulling.
    Jasper couldn’t speak. He swatted her hand away. It took all his bodily control to keep from coming. He held up a finger in the universal wait sign.
    Shawna’s eyes went wide. “Don’t you dare!” She fell on her knees. Before Jasper quite knew what was happening her mouth had closed around his dick. He threw himself into the shelf behind him so hard that bottles fell to the floor and exploded, tequila and vodka and whiskey filling his nostrils, as if he could somehow become more intoxicated than he was.
    The warmth of Shawna’s mouth was amazing. The slickness, the smooth glide of the tongue stud over head and shaft. But if a mouth felt this good, then what was her vagina going to be like?
    He couldn’t wait. He bent over, lifted her like a doll and carried her to the other side of the storeroom, away from the broken glass and runnels of alcohol. Shawna was pushing at her pants even before she was on the floor. And then. Oh God, and then…
    Her vagina folded around Jarhead’s penis in a way he would’ve never imagined. Gripped it tightly yet smoothly,