The Beat (Short Story- Fiction)

The Beat

(Short Story)



There it goes again.....



A steady tempo starting from the seat of my pants and throbbing up through my veins. My mind is starting to water and I cant help but stare. As the beat starts to echo in my ear drums I find my self clenching my thighs together. "Why does she do this to me?" I whisper to myself watching as My best friend's girlfriend bends over to get me the baking pots out the shelf. "Huh?" She yells stretching further in. "Nothing." I said giggling , now slowly rubbing my thighs together to create just enough friction to silence the beat, but not enough to release Hoover Dam.

This is not the first time that the drums of my Pussy have sounded off louder than the breath that leaves my lips, nor will it be that last. As if I am coming to the climax in my favorite love song, It seems every time I am put in a sexually ambiguous situation my Symphony roars louder than Ann Arbor Orchestra. My palms start to itch, forcing me to vigorously stroke them as if grooming a stallion in a stable. I wish I knew how to silence the Beat.


"Any situation is a compromising situation." I chant to myself as I walk out to my car. Florida heat had begin to rise to the early 100's and I couldn't afford to ruin another cell phone. As I pull open the heavy Jeep doors and search the seat for phone, I immediately jumped as I felt my handset vibrate in between my fingers. "Shit! only a text message!" A small thought of just taking my receiver, pushing the volume button all the way down, and spreading my garden for a test-run, brushed across my mind. Then suddenly... Just as my teeth started to bruise my bottom lip, Sy ( My best-friend's gorgeous roommate) pulled up in the parking space next to me. She glanced over and gave me a soft smile and proceeded to step out of her brand new, money green Dodge Magnum.

Damn, Just the car itself started the palpations in my [now slightly damp] lace Victoria Secrets. She stepped out in a pair of shiny, black Guess stilettos and a Mid thigh, strap-less, one piece skirt. I swore to myself I would nibble an accessory if she came close enough! Starting to hear oscillating drum once again louder than my own thoughts, I decided to break the glance. "Always a pleasure to see you Ms. Sy." I said with a piercing grin. It was like she was waiting for me to speak because I soon as her name left my bottom lip she turned around and leaned back against her door frame. "Always a pleasure to be in your presence." She responded. At this point I knew she could possibly be mines .. but only in my dreams have I taken her soul in the drivers seat of her car with her moans louder than the HEMI of the Magnum. "And why would that be?" I said with sarcastic connotation. That one remark would change.... my ....life. Ms. Sy replies: "Because you can sell pussy to a kitty cat, Milk to a cow, Water to a well."

This was my chance! For at least 3 years I have been trying to at least grace the sheets of Syla Williams. I couldn't let this opportunity pass! Even if I only got a chance to rub my hand up the hip that stopped beautifully at the cup of her ass, it would be the Chance of a lifetime!. THUD! THUD! THUD! She beating so loud I'm scared to speak out in fear of yelling at the person standing less than 3 feet away!


"OH yeah?" I reply, trying not to sound to surprised that she noticed. She rolled her eyes as if to read my deceit. "Well, if that is that case you may as well know that since you pulled up, my heart has been beating to Lil John and Ludacris!" I said giggling a little. I mean, Why not make a joke out of my circumstance. She didn't know it was the truth. She laughed, and I took the opportunity. I closed the passenger door of my car and walked up on her as if I was going to kiss her. I wrapped my right and around her waist, brushed the fingertips of my left hand up her thigh and whispered: "If you can feel my heart beat, then you already know what I'm thinking." I could tell she was caught off guard, but for some reason she didn't try to resist. She lifted her chin slightly , as if to catch a kiss I tossed and hadn't recovered yet. I gently pressed my cheek against hers, careful to not free my lips and caressed her frame. "If you have wanted me all this time, like I have wanted you, Then let me in....now." The final syllable of my sentence shook in my heart as she gently spread her legs just enough for my hand to slip through her skirt. THUMP! THUMP! Louder and Louder my pussy beats through my pin- striped pants. Somehow I found the courage to slip my hands passed her satin and up through the side of her panties.She inhales deep and I started to thrust my fingers. I press my body against hers to gently lay her on her front seat. Just as she started to leak down my wrist, and shake to the rhythm of my pussy percussion a loud shriek is heard through the parking lot. "Are you SERIOUS V!!!" My best friends girlfriend stood on the sidewalk in front of our parked cars. How did we get so caught up in each other that we didn't see or hear her coming??? Because we were cumming! Hard, fast, and powerful. "I've been yelling DINNER for the past 15 minutes!!!" She yelled. Sy lifted up, gently pulled down her skirt, then ingested my index and middle finger. My Knees shook.


"I'm not hungry Sis!" I managed to bellow. "I bet your aren't! Sy get your fast ass in the house!" She said sarcastically. I lifted up, adjusted my clothes and gave enough room for Sy to get out the car. She walked in front of me just enough so that I could see her ass shaking through the skirt with each step. Throbbing my clitteris seamed captivated at the pace. Making music in between the creases of my pants with each stride. "Can you hear that? " I spoke out to her. She turned around with a mischievous grin. "Here What?" She asked. "The Beat." I replied.