Fan Fiction

Sep 16 2010, 7:29 pm

The Charley Davidson series is filled with fun asides that are rarely explained. For Example:

“I had on a Scorpions hockey jersey I’d snatched off a goalie and a pair of plaid boxers–same team, different position.  Chihuahuas, tequila, and strip poker.  A night that is forever etched at the top of my Things I’ll Never Do Again list.”

Darynda thought it would be fun to see what YOU, her readers, could come up with to explain these.

Using the line above (or find a line from one of the Charley Davidson books) tell the story of what happened.

Darynda will select some of her favorites and post them back to this page!

One Response to “Fan Fiction”

1. LeeAnn Clark says:

   September 3, 2011 at 1:10 am

   Not that parts of it weren’t fun… it was the other parts I don’t want to repeat. It all started out so innocent, too. I was just there to root for the team, show them some support. After the game the goalie found me in the lobby and invited me to his place for an after-game party. I felt bad – since they lost – and agreed to go. I didn’t realize it was going to be such a small party – me, the goalie and the one I refer to as The Latin Lover. For some reason I got so comfortable with it just being the three of us that I ended up downing half a bottle of tequila – all by myself. It’s not like it was cheap tequilla. The Latin Lover (boxer’s boy) had picked it up on his last trip to Tijuana.
   I don’t remember who suggested strip poker. It could have easily been me, but I don’t think so. I think it was the goalie. Turned out his name was Dick. When the poker game was over and the loser had been revealed I found out why Dick, the loser, fit his name perfectly. But it was Latin Lover I was interested in. I mean, sure I won the goalie’s jersey in a game of “I bet you won’t eat that…” I can take hot peppers so much better than your average Joe. Or, in this case Dick. But with his black hair, dark eyes and oh-so long lashes Latin Lover was a force with which to be reckoned. I caught him eyeing me under those long lashed several times during the game. It made me all squeemish inside.
   In the end, I wasn’t completely unscathedly. I managed to keep my bra and panties. Though, if I had known I’d be playing strip poker that night I wouldnt have worn see through panties with a string up my buttcrack. And of course, my bra was see through, too. That’s usually what happens when you match your underclothes. But, how was I supposed to know my clothes were going to be coming off sooner than I expected that night?
   Turned out that Latin Lover and Goalie Dick shared the strip poker parlor – aka a nice little bungalo in a suburban neighborhood. When I excused myself to the restroom Latin Lover, LL for short, decided to follow me. Not in the bathroom, but down the hall. He waited until I came out. I inhaled sharply when I saw his eyes staring down at me. I scooted down the hall, but soon had my back pinned up against the record machine. No, really, they actually had a juke box. After a brief make-out session between myself and LL, during which his long, serpent-like (in a good way) tongue had darted in and out of my mouth in such a seductive way that I was finding it hard to breathe through the ecstacy he was creating inside me. I could feel a warm pooling within my barely-there underwear. He reached one hand around to my backside while using his other hand to grope Will Robinson. When he leaned in closer I could feel a steel-like mass pressing into my lower abdomen. His lips lowered to my neck where he ran his teeth and lips across my artery and pulse. Then he bent lower and nipped at the hard pepples under my bra. When I thought I couldn’t stand any more of this sensual torture he scooped me up and carried me to a room down the hall. When we entered and he had placed me firmly in the center of the mattress I realized we weren’t alone. There were two chihuahuas laying at the end of the bed. Okay, no biggie. A couple animals don’t bother me – let them watch while their master pleasures me. LL climbed on top of me on the bed and picked up where he left off – softly biting my nipples. One of his hands had followed the curve of my waist down to the space between my legs. While he slowly worked his long, slender fingers in and out of my wet spot, his other hand reached around and unbuckled my bra. With the same hand he managed to get rid of the offending article of clothing so quickly I didn’t know what happened. Now that Danger and Will were properly exposed he really went to work. His tongue and lips made their way between them with such a feverish purpose that I found myself trembling. His fingers began to quicken their pace and my womanhood tightened itself around him. I began to moan with pleasure. That’s when I heard another noise. The dogs were yipping and howling!! Seriously? How was a woman supposed to feel “in the moment” like this. I tried to ignore it, but it sounded like it was getting louder. How could this be happening? LL was so perfect, so deliciously sculpted, and he was obviously skilled in love-making. I began to wonder how many other women had been in this bed. I wasn’t jealous, but I couldn’t imagine how any one else could have put up with this situation. Maybe LL gave them good tequila, too. When LL shifted so that he was straddling me and I could see his manhood peeking just above the line of the boxer shorts I decided to give it another try. I slid my hand down his perfectly perfect stomach and grasped his hardness firmly in my hand. I moved up and down stroking with purpose. He hardened even more. Then he groaned. Then I heard the dogs again!! This time I was able to see them as well. It was worse than I thought. They couldn’t have just been content to watch and make noise – they were actually going at it!!! “Am I really about to have sex in the same bed as two chihuahuas?” I thought to myself. Obviously tequila impairs my judgement more than I thought. That and the beautiful speciman of a man on top of me. LL leaned down for a kiss. He was on fire – not literally, but passionately. He bit my lower lip. If it hadn’t hurt so bad it would have turned me on – I mean, more than I already was. Before the dogs turned me off that is. Somehow LL brought me back around. He slipped out of his boxers while he continued strattling me to reveal his long, oh so hard, penis. I knew right then dogs or no dogs I had to have this man inside me. I started to tug at my g-string. He grabbed my hand to stop me. He poised himself so his face was just over my wet spot. He licked and sucked and nipped through and around the material. I squirmed and moaned and pleaded for more. When he had thoroughly pleasured me with his mouth my panties were completely soaked and I was dripping with sweat, feverish for more. He slid his fingers around the side strings of the thong and snapped the material loose. It was an unexpected boldness but it was raw and I got off on watching him do it. He slid his body up mine until his eyes met mine. For a moment, a long torturous moment, he just stayed there doing absolutely nothing. It was torturous. Then, when I thought I was going to scream at him he plunged his whole length inside me. It was…well, for once I was speechless. I know, hard to believe, but I was. Before I knew it we were writhing in pure ecstacy. At least I was. Despite the tiny dogs at the end of the bed I was able to explode into an orgasm of monumental proportion. When I woke the next morning LL wasn’t beside me. The dogs, however, were still at the end of the bed. I moaned my disgust with myself and my hormones. From down the hall I heard the juke box and smelled burnt toast. I decided to get dressed and leave, but all I could find of my own clothing were my ripped pantied and bra. Fortunately, the jersey I won off Dick and LL’s boxers were laying on the floor next to the bed. I put on my bra, the jersey and the boxers and managed to sneak out of the house, slip into Misery – my jeep, not the state. I was already in a state of misery with the memory of what I had done the night before. I made a pact with myself then and there to add chihuahuas, tequila, and strip poker to my list of “Things I’ll Never Do Again.”

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