12 May 2021
11 May 2021
Not every day as a compromised adult can be a pleasure and I awoke to discover that overnight my pokie, pleasure teatlets had become stingy, firelit beacons atop my perky, hills of bountifulness, and the gorgeous enticement of my wiggly buttocks now resembled Kata Tjuta or Uluru bathed in morning sunlight (that's Ayers Rock for any unreconstituted, colonial, imperialist, types still clinging onto a Euro-centric worldview). But I'm a bouncy, perky, pokie type of teen-angel and I wasn't going to allow such minor distractions ruin whatever adventures the day might bring.
So faster than a ferret down a rabbit hole and speedier than a stoat up a drainpipe and zippier than the unzipping of a zipper to release its proud, penile, prisoner to plunge proudly into a provocatively proffered pussy, I showered, fixed makeup and hair, wriggled into my school uniform, ate a bowl of Honey Nut Cheerios to keep me cheery, and sashayed my way out of the house, a vision of perky, pokie, post-pubescent scrummy dumptiousness.
A vision with sensitive, hurty, grape tomato nublets rubbing against my semi-sheer, tie-fronted, super-cropped, school blouse, and a pair of over-large, over-ripe, cherries wiggling seductively beneath my pleated, flicky, micro-mini, school skirt. In other words, a feast for ogling eyes and drooling mouths.
Which was what greeted me when I made it to the bus stop, and these ogling eyes and dribbly mouth were attached to the dirtiest, scruffiest, stinkiest boy ever. Not a boy boy, but a teen-man boy complete with bum fluff attached to his top lip and straggly hairies of post-pubescentdom decorating his chin, all dressed up in the grungiest, scuzziest, ripiest jeans and t-shirt and topped with a battered leather jacket covered in badges and patches and Tippex scrawl.
No sooner had I wiggled my perky, pokie, adorability beneath the bus stop awning and quicker than you could say 'outdated, seventies, cliche of rebellion with no relevance to twenty-first-century teenagers' than he 'hey babed' me. Now I know better than to fraternise with rebels-without-a-clue but it was just him and me, so I gave him my most withering look with just a hint of come hither sexual allure, which was all the invitation he needed.
He said his name was Rotten Johnny which was not to be confused with Johnny Rotten, who was apparently somebody else. Whatever!!! But rotten he definitely was. He was the rottenest, stinkiest, steamiest, steamy, steampunk in the whole history of steamy steampunkdom. Imagine taking all the hamsters in the world and putting them in a giant cage and never cleaning them out for like a month until they were just yucky sawdust and hamster stink and poop; that's how steamy he was. But we had to wait for the bus so he yacked and blathered and I stood and wiggled and concentrated on being the absolute yummiest perky, pokie, wiggly, teen-angel of seductiveness ever and by the time the bus arrived we were all new and excitable 'best friends forever' forever.
When we got on the bus, we had to go and sit on the back seat because that's where rebels-without-a-clue sit. And as the bus did its stop/start, stop/start, stop/start journey, my twin mounds of Australian sandstone went whackety-whack up and down on the barely upholstered seat, and my bounteous jigglies of lusciousness were twerking on my chest like Miley Cyrus at the MTV Awards, and my fiery noobs of suffering were rubbing themselves in violent abandon on my skimpy blouse of concealment.
As we jiggled and bounced along, I couldn't help but notice that only slightly hidden amongst the grungy, scuzzy, ripiest jeans was a super-doopery example of steamy steampunk todger. If there is one thing I have learned as a continental adult, it is that an exposed todger is a needy todger, and what this todger seemed to need mostest of all was the warm, wet embrace of my stingy-bee lips. Well, my showerhead cunny gave a squirt of delight at the thought of feasting on all that scummy man-flesh, so I took a deep breath, because let's be honest Rotten Johnny was the steamiest steamy steampunk ever and dived right in.