You Blow Me Away

Chapter 3 - Wrong Finger

To get free of Scarface, I ended up agreeing to Miss May's deal.

I quickly learned that, not only was Miss May wearing nothing else underneath the négligée, but she was also dripping wet. 

I may be a virgin, but I've seen my fair share of porn.

I steeled myself, trembling as I reached a finger toward her flooded bush.

Miss May let out a satisfied moan, but suddenly said, "Hey, silly, that's the wrong finger."

I hesitated slightly, asking, "Mm, so which one?"

"The middle finger," came her reply.

Still puzzled, I asked, "Why, what's the difference?"

"Be... because the middle finger... is longer," said Miss May shyly.

I was hit by a sudden realization, and withdrew my index finger quickly, inserting my middle finger in its place.

This time Miss May corrected my form, telling me I should open up my index and ring fingers to support both sides.

I followed her instructions and found it much easier. Moving around was less tiring than before.

I suppose my technique wasn't up to par, because Miss May lasted for over ten minutes before trembling lightly, finally reaching a climax.

With a tissue in hand, I cleaned her up as I asked, "Miss May, about our deal?"

She must have been very satisfied earlier, as her cheeks were still flushed. "I'll handle it, Scarface won't come after you for the time being. Once you do your part, I’ll hand over the money, then you can settle it with him."

"Thank you, Miss May," I said gratefully.

Miss May winked at me. "Do it well, and after you're done servicing that lady, you and I will have many, many chances to get acquainted."

I giggled awkwardly, unable to follow up.

I spent a little more time in the room with Miss May, but before I left, she crammed a stack of bills into my hand "for my time" and told me to get some good food to replenish my energy, so that I would be in fine form for some f*****g when the time came.

I had no objections, so I accepted the money and headed out.

On my way out, I saw Scarface, who made a move to talk to me, but was restrained by Miss May's men.

Feeling like a great burden had been lifted, I escaped from the nightclub immediately.

Back on campus, the first thing I did was give Joy a call. It being her birthday today, and me with some extra cash on hand, I planned to treat her to a nice meal.

Her phone must have been off, because I tried three times but couldn't get through.

I asked her roommate, but they said Joy hadn't been in the dorms all afternoon. I felt deeply uneasy, wondering if she might have decided to break up because she found out I borrowed the money to buy her the phone.

I had been dating Joy for some time and she had always nagged me for being poor. This time, what with Scarface embarrassing me at the school, I feared she was seriously thinking of ending things between us.

The thought aroused a feeling of dissatisfaction in me, irritating me and making me wish for a drink to take the edge off.

I made my way to the bar outside the campus, then called up my roommates, telling them to join me quickly.

Ten or so minutes later, I saw two of my buddies walking over and waved at them, shouting, "Luke, Chad, over here."

Both of them saw me and sat down grinning.

Luke was the Big Brother in the dormitories, he wore glasses and was a very nice guy.

Chad grew up in the northern territories, and had inherited the genes of a stereotypical Northern Hunk. He was big, blocky and blunt.

"Only you two? Where's Kane?" I asked.

Chad snorted derisively, "Kane? That son of a b***h is fixing up some dumb car, had no time."

I chuckled. "Haha, whose dumb ride is it this time?"

Chad looked over for a second, but just as he was about to speak, Luke stopped him.

I saw Luke's foot under the table as he gave Chad a swift kick, then heard him say, "That's bullshit, he doesn't know what he's talking about. Kane's just out running some errands. Come, Leo, how about a drink..."

I wondered if Luke and Chad were hiding something from me, but since they had no intention to tell, it didn't feel right to pry further.

I was down in the dumps, so I downed more than a few drinks. As we drank, Chad, who reeked of booze, suddenly grabbed my arm and said, "Lionel, bro. Something I gotta tell ya. Luke tried to stop me but no, f**k that Kane..."