A Northeasterner Who Knows How To Suck Is A Different Story

He laughed at me. Thomas got up and pushed Ted aside. I woke up even more hungry than I’d been before. I shook my head. There were rows of trucks and old beatup cars, a dozen motorcycles parked outside the front door. It felt so smooth inside my mouth, his finger gliding side to side and up and down, everything in there soaking wet and soft and squishy like I had no teeth. I was enjoying every minute of my transformation. He went to the dresser and came back with a hand mirror and showed me my face. “You think we are *that* unimaginative?” He came up to me and put his hand on my cheek. I closed my eyes again and ran a finger across my lower lip. I stared at Ted with wide eyes. I liked him right away, he seemed really nice. I didn’t sit up, there was a strap across my shoulders that kept me flat on the bed, but that was all right.