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Wicky 01
Hey there, because my last name is Wickham, people have called me Wicky for like ever, so, hey there, I’m Wicky, but I am not a wicked person. I mean, it’s hard enough living life with a fem appearance as it is, so I don’t bring extra trouble into my life. But to be clear, I may show my inner wicked side if you get to forward with me, but other than that, I’m a peach.
And let’s just skip over how my birth first name came to be William. I mean, if I were to be a little more wicked, I mean, how wicked of a Trap could one be with a name like William Wickham, right? And no one ever called me “Billy” much anyways, so Wicky it is.
And then maybe my story is about how being a sugar & spice of a peach hasn’t gotten me anywhere, so maybe at the age of 20, I decided to add a little wickedness into my life. You know, like be more of the wicked little Trap that haunts your dreams sometimes instead of the quiet one who lives on Elm Street.
So, my back story is pretty typical for someone like me. Obviously, I was the odd, but quiet one back in the day and as my 20th approached, well, I was still the odd, but quiet one. The end.
Anyways, about me then. I drive a compact SUV and I fit into it like the skin on a grape, so I’m not too big. My hair style is short and it spikes everywhere around my face and could easily be described as Asian based and I don’t mind admitting that it does come from an Asian CD who used to post on Chang, but I like it and I think it suits me just fine. And my hair stylist, Mildred, doesn’t mind it either because no two clumps are of the same length, LOL, so she can’t really make any big mistakes. And then I have what it takes, LOL, or should I say, I don’t have what it takes to wear exercise shorts that also fit me like a skin on a grape and my few selfies that I have posted on Chang have received favorable comments, so that’s me, I’m a petite package. Who might want to start living as a wicked package, LOL.
And maybe during my quest to spice up my life, a few things went wrong and a few things were in the middle, but maybe a few things went right too.
What seemed to go right was my two weekends cruising the Strip and checking out the spots and the crews and the people in general. I mean, not only did I learn a few things, it’s just fun to cruise the Strip, so all that was in my favor. And finding my initial spot went right too, LOL, I think.
I settled on a parking spot in the Roller Rink’s parking lot that was near the Strip itself and was the edge of the parking lot, so my choice of a spot was of the sideways parking spots that differed from the front to back parking spots of the main parking area. And because it was the furthest spot, it was basically right on the Strip and it gave me a forward view of the Roller Rink crew, who hung out just in front of my eye sight near the middle of the Roller Rink parking lot and under the big Roller Rink sign. And that’s not the same as stalking. I just had a good view, that’s all.
But then came the mix of things that had gone right and gone wrong. I mean, I could clearly see a few of the crew who I knew of and one of them was Rachel from the Weird Gift shop at the mall with all of the strobe and black lights, but then I noticed a guy named Chuck. Chuck was the thing gone wrong, for sure. Chuck did not make my life easy back in school. I mean, you know the type, right? A big loud mouth bully in the hallways and in the lunch room who got his kicks from pushing around the odd quiet one. Which I think is also defined as a jerk in general, so. And to his freaking credit, I don’t mean he pushed me around physically. He was just a loud mouth jerk!
But then on my third Friday night of backing into my new parking spot in the Roller Rink parking lot something went a little wrong and by that, I mean, always lock all of the doors of your truck when you park just perfect to spy on people! Or I learned that golden rule the surprising way for short.
[Right rear door opens and closes]
“We can exchange pleasantries later, queer boy, but for now we can talk through your rearview mirror, alright?”
“Oh, I mean, it’s the best way to meet someone new, so?”
[Adjusts the rearview mirror]
“Anyways, you have some problems and I’m starting out with what the hell were you thinking last Friday night when you snuck into the Roller Rink for a few minutes dressed the way you were dressed, hmm? There is a difference between dressing for the gym and dressing for a much more public place, so?”
“Oh, I mean, I just wanted to see what the remodeling looked like and I thought that if the inside was dimly lit, I mean, roller skaters where tight and short pants anyways, so.”
“Hmm, okay, we’ll just skip over what you learned about how some straight guys have other tendencies and get lost in the moment sometimes then. So, do you have a boyfriend, a girlfriend or are you the boyfriend then, hmm?”
“I mean, some people approach me, but I usually have to pull my “wicked” card on them, innovia escort so.”
“Alright, anyways, I know that people call you Wicky, so respond back and then we can be done with the pleasantries, so?”
“Oh, I mean, I know you’re Rachel from the Weird Gift Shop at the mall and I know that the Barista down at the Lava Java Coffee Shop has a thing for you, so?”
“Hmph, Dereck is nice and all, but I am not sure that I’m looking right now. Anyways, were you ever thinking about abandoning your stalker parking spot and try introducing yourself then, Wicky?”
“I mean, I’ve thought about it several times and all and I have the nerve to do that, but there is one of your crew that I can’t settle with in my mind, so that’s why I haven’t strolled over to the Roller Rink sign crew yet.”
“Oh, ooh, so, I suppose that would be a certain loud mouth then, but let’s skip that for now. Also, if that is a real problem for you, Wicky, you might be better off heading up or down the Strip just a little further then. Without naming names, he is a regular, so.”
“Oh, that’s been my plan all along, Rachel, but I knew that I had to wait for this moment, so?”
LOL, I had no such plan!
“You have nice rearview mirror eyes, Wicky.”
Well, that was a nice thing for Rachel to say, right?
“I mean, compared to your baby blues, Rachel, mine don’t compare, so.”
[Ruffling through the red bag in the back seat from the Red Bag store]
“Well, I thought you were checking me out last week in the gift shop when you puppy dog tailed me around without buying anything, so? Am I just supposed to change my shirt and bra in your back seat then, Wicky?”
“I mean, Rachel, the rear windows are tinted pretty dark and my stalking spot is pretty solo and by the time I drive us to the Lava Java Coffee Shop, I mean, it’s just a front snap bra and a pullover, so?”
“Oh, so when I say that I’m not looking for love, you just ignore that then, hmm? But I could go for a double buzz bomb, so, put it in drive, pervert.”
Well, sometimes there is a price to pay to get accepted freely into a crew, right? And I wasn’t puppy dog tailing Rachel at her work. I was just gathering a couple of dimensions, that’s all and the damn place is full of flashing strobe lights and black lights and most of my covert operations should have been fuzzy at best, so.
[Jacket removed, logo shirt removed, old bra unsnapped, right there traveling down the strip]
“Are you peeking?”
“My eyes front and on the [rearview mirror peek] traffic lights, Rachel.”
Nah, not really.
“Well, if your eyes are so focused front, I mean, turn, Wicky!”
[Screech, squeal, compact SUV quick turn]
“Well, I’ll be driving going forward, but I’m exactly complaining about how low cut this pullover shirt is, Wicky and LOL, I’m glad to figure out that there is a little “guy” left in you, but here are the rules, Wicky! Dereck is great and all, but I’m not in the market, so no chiming in! And glancing around, this end of the Strip might suit you. I mean, without naming names, Chuck is not going away that I know of and stalking from the side is just passage of time, so.”
Huh, those were pretty wise words, right? But that was thoughts for another time because, OMG, if Dereck owed me $10, he would have dropped a hundo in my pocket for walking Rachel through the shops doors while he was on shift!
And huh, the crew across the Strip from the Lava Java Coffee Shop seemed nice. I mean, during the day they must have been bird watchers with the way they all whistled, so.
[Door, dingle, jangle]
“Bah, bah, bah, um, um, Rachel, um, bah, bah, Wicky, ooh, ooh, um.”
“Oh, Dereck, Rachel will have a personalized double buzz bomb and I’ll have a short shot foaming fizz whiz, so?”
“Bah, bah, ooh, coming right up, ooh, bah, hmm, ooh.”
I mean, I know that Dereck knows real words and all, but I gave him the best opportunity possible by ordering a short shot foaming fizz whiz which should take the longest to mix, so.
“Wicky, here’s your short shot foaming fizz whiz and um, ooh, Rachel, ooh, I’ll get right on your double buzz bomb and you know, you can wait right here along the side of the counter with me while I whip it out, I mean, whip it up and Wicky, just stroll across the street and mingle for a bit, okay?”
[Scoots a stool over for Rachel to sit and pose on with her lowcut pullover and stuffs a hundo in Wicky’s back pocket]
“Hey, key fob in case you get lost, Wicky!”
[Flips key fob, but puppy dog eyes for “not chiming in” credit]
“(Nice try, Wicky! You spied my bare tits earlier and that’s good enough for tonight! And I didn’t shake them at you when I knew your perverted fem boy eyes were fixated on the rearview mirror at just the right time! I just achoo sneezed, that’s all, now take your foaming fizzy whizzy and get your flirt on while you investigate and search for a crew and give me a few minutes to let Dereck ipsala escort down gently. In my new bra that pushes my boobs up to the bottom on my chin. Which I should probably have another one of, but that’s for later, so get, Wicky.”
And yep, LOL, I got.
“SUP? Also, did my whistling actually work then? I’m Dylan.”
“I mean, Dylan, I’m Wicky and your whistling was more disgusting than functional, so.”
“But here you are anyways then, Wicky, so, how long do we have to get acquainted then, hmm?”
“Oh, we have a few minutes, Dylan, but the question really is how many of those minutes will you use lying to me then, hmm? You don’t look like someone who would be single and all, so?”
“Oh, and that just sounds a little wicked sassy then, Wicky, so?”
“Dylan, look, there are plenty who would have me on my knees or on my belly, but none who want the follow up interaction and there is plenty of that readily available on the Cottonwood Street alley, so the question now becomes can your crew handle someone like me without all the bother of sex, hmm?”
Now listen, folks, I said it above, get too forward with me and I will play the “wicked” card and yeah, yeah, yeah, Dylan wasn’t being all that forward with me, but as we were talking, I mean, like five Strip parking spots down to the south was a white windowless nondescript cargo van and every dictionary on the planet defines that as a trap for a Trap, so.
“Well, maybe our crew is topped off, so?”
“Oh, and maybe there is an air mattress in that van right down there where someone like you could top me then, hmm?”
Which was wicked of me to say, but the only one who ever looks out for number one is number one, so, since I could see through the Lava Java Coffee Shop front windows that Dereck was still babbling with his words with Rachel, I mean, I took a stroll down the Strip. I mean, I had dressed fairly casually modest and all, so why not burn off a few minutes, right?
“So, what are looking for then, hmm?”
“Oh, just a crew that can handle someone like me and one who has an extra designated parking spot along the Strip, so? I’m Wicky, by the way.”
“Damn! Wicky from back in the day? You weren’t quite all this back then. Um, hi, I’m…”
“OMG, OMG, Freddy, I mean, Fred, I mean, Freddy! OMG, this is a little embarrassing then.”
“Oh, not from my viewpoint, you look great, Wicky, um, kind of like you really deserved your voted title of “most over looked as a prom date” and all, so?”
“(Giggles) well, I had fun going alone anyways. Um, so, are you with a crew then, Freddy? And please tell me that’s not your white nondescript van that I just walked past, so?”
“LOL, nope, that’s Demon Dylan’s kidnapping van and when do we get around to figuring out if you’re alone to night or what? And now you please tell me that you’re not walking the Strip for some weird reason, so?”
“LOL, nope back at you, Freddy, but to answer your reasonable question, um, I’m alone, but with a guest. I mean, she sat in the back seat of my SUV like I was her Chauffeur, but I have responsibility for someone, so?”
I mean, that was my honest answer, right?
“Anyways, I have a few minutes, Freddy before I have to put my little Chauffeur’s hat back on, so, what’s on your mind then, hmm?”
I mean, let’s see how honest his answer would be, right? Denim jeans just don’t pulsate by themselves! And Freddy didn’t pick any bones about it! But how bad could a short drive be when the alleys are just around the corners at every traffic light, right?
But here’s the thing about all that. I mean, I do eat oysters at the Oyster Hut a couple of times a month and Freddy has always treated me fairly and Strip sex was probably in my future anyways, but listen, as tempting as the moment was, I mean, I may have been mistaken, but his small crew were whooping and hollering and forming a line, so for at least that night, nope!
“[Mwah] As I said, Freddy [squeeze, squeeze] I am responsible for someone tonight, so this is not a pure rejection, but rather put a pin in it type of good bye [squeeze, squeeze]. [Mwah] and by that, I mean, huh, I think we match up, so call me, you know, when you’re alone, Freddy.”
And don’t judge me for squeezing Freddy a couple of times and then splitting either! I mean, as I gazed back at him, yep, there was a line forming, so I zagged my way north across the Strip as my get away and stopped dead in my tracks when I realized that, SOB, my zagging was taking me straight to the damn Oyster Hut and if any crew knew what it was all about when some people can swallow oyster after oyster, I mean, I quickly zigged north and almost trotted back to the other side of the Strip, OMG, only to find myself face to face with the damn, well, I didn’t know him at first when I zig smashed into his face and lips, but I later found out that his name was Bernie and his crew hung out in front of the Shoes on the Cheap store. And I mean, face to face!
“Well, iskenderun escort zig zagging across the Strip is one way to end up in the hospital, so?”
“Oh, I mean, sorry, um, I was just zagging at first and that didn’t work out for me because of the whole ease of swallowing oysters thing with that crew and then I just zigged back and smashed into you as I trying to watch out for the traffic and I didn’t mean to smash my lips against yours like that, but, um, that was actually one of my top kisses and I’ll even credit you with the tongue thrust because of the impact of us smashing into each other like that and I mean, I should zip along then, tee, he, so?”
“Well, smashing into me like that didn’t seem to injury your mouth from running, so, I’m Bernie and you’re too soft for a sheep in wolves clothing, so, how about if we zip back to the alley, hmm?”
Well, I recalculate my zag and my previous zig and determined that my next zip had to be in the other direction and back across the Strip to maintain proper geometry, so.
“[Mwah] find me on Chang and invite me to serve your next card game, Bernie. I’m Wicky. Got to zip!”
[Zip, swoosh, swish, zips the other diagonal across the Strip]
“LOL, I caught all that zagging and zigging and zipping on video, sweet stuff and I’m live on Chang, so?”
“So, well, I’m fresh out of “z” moves, I think. Oh, wait, [grabs phone and points] hey there, hey, Chang land, I’m Wicky and I’m zapping my way to the next spot on the Strip, so follow the bouncing ball if you can!”
[Zap, swoosh, swish, zap]
“Hey! Is that all the intro I get then, hmm?”
[Reverse zap, swoosh, swish, zap]
“Hi, I’m Wicky and I just barely know how a guy likes things, so?”
“Hi, I’m Andrew and maybe I would like to judge for myself what you may or may not know then, so?”
[Beep, beep, beep]
Oh, that was Rachel zooming by in my compact SUV. Apparently, after 30 minutes, she must have finished letting Dereck from the Lava Java Coffee Shop down easy! You know, a break up that usually takes under 60 seconds, so.
“[Mwah, smooch] Andrew, DM me on Chang and I promise a rain check and I half promise that we can do something dirty in the dark, but it just occurred to me that I still have a “zoom” get away left and I need to finish off the “z” moves, so [mwah], I’ll come around the, oh, oh my, I guess I’ll come around the “Yee Ole Gift Shop” next weekend and um, wear a corset, I suppose, so [mwah] DM me then.”
[Zoom, back diagonal in the zoom direction across the Strip]
“(Huff, puff) hey, I’m Wicky and I’m exhausted, so?”
“LOL, yeah, you are! Look.”
I mean, damn, I diagonal zoomed north and right into the TV & Appliance store crew and the store had a Chang live feed on the TV in the front window!
“(Huff, puff, wheeze) Tell me your name and what you want then (huff, puff).”
“Oh, I’m Lockjaw and I may want to apply for the “your daddy” position, Wicky, so?”
“(Huff, puff, wheeze) You’re too old for me, Lockjaw (huff, puff). And does anyone in your crew have a pocket dictionary? I need yet another “z” get-away move, so (huff, puff, wheeze).”
“Oh, well, thanks for the age body slam and all, but is Zin or Zen a get-away move then, Wicky? Or what about zing then, hmm? Which is something that an experienced “daddy” would know to suggest, so?”
I mean, seriously, I was out of “z” moves and out of breath, so, well, why not?
[Zing, swoosh, swish, Zing diagonal north yet again!]
And yep, I had lost track of how many times I diagonally cut across the Strip. Let alone how north I had made it, but the Lava Java Coffee Shop sign was getting pretty small to my eyes! You know, right? The eyes that Rachel said were pretty in the rearview mirror? LOL, like what felt to be hours ago!
Well, snap, I should have gone with a Zen or a Zin because my zing put me dab smack in front of the fricking Roller Rink and Chuck!
“Oh, Chuck, I mean, well, fuck you, Chuck, so?”
“Alright, Wicky, I probably deserved that and maybe a little more, so?”
“Oh, I mean, then double fuck you, Chuck! (Huff, puff, wheeze).”
“You filled out, Wicky.”
“Well, I eat properly and I put in the work and by the way, Chuck, still fuck you! Times three, mind you!”
Ahh, finally, after all these years, I finally found my Zen!
“Are you through now, Wicky? And do you need a ride home? You must be absolutely exhausted from all that zagging and zigging and zapping and zipping and zooming and zinging then, so? And by the way, you need a ride home since Rachel is probably half way to Savannah by now, you know, in your SUV, so?”
“(Huff, puff, wheeze) Ahh, snap, I’m just too exhausted to fight you off anymore, Chuck (huff, puff), but (wheeze), just for the record, fuck you.”
Well, times four, I guess. But he got me home safely though.
“Well, are you coming inside with me then, Chuck? And I promise that I’m over the “fuck you” call outs. And the truth be told, my spare house key is in a bush and I think a Squirrel moved in, so.”
“I mean, forgive me for hesitating, Wicky, so?”
“Come on, Chuck, I’ll play nice. Besides, I know you plan on fucking me tonight and you’re not going to fuck me in your truck, so?”
[Truck door flies open and slams shut and he’s off and running]