Era Erotica

Disclaimer: This a work of fiction. It did not/will not happen in real life and should not be mistaken as such.

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Haunted

Starring Taylor Swift

Codes: F, Solo, Masturbation

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2020

"That was fun." Cole said, clattering the dishes loudly as he deposited them into the sink.

"It was. They're a cool couple and they definitely know how to have a good time." Taylor replied, her hands filled with dirty glasses as she placed them on the counter next to the sink. "That story Sophie told.

Wild.

I can't believe she blew that many costars all at once. Although, if even half the rumors I've heard are true, that is just the tip of the iceberg when it comes to her."

They had just finished a remarkably enjoyable evening with Sophie Turner and Joe Jonas. Taylor and Joe had dated once upon a time, and Sophie was a big fan. It worked out well since Taylor was a

Game of Thrones

fanatic. It had taken ages, but they had finally arranged this little get-together.

"It's nice that you're so friendly with an ex." Cole said, his tone genuine and sincere. There was no need for jealousy. Not when you trusted your partner implicitly. "I'm not sure I've even spoken to any of mine after it was all said and done."

Taylor laughed, "I'm certainly not that way with all of them. I tend to forget we dated if I'm being honest. It's been so long, I was young and he's dated other friends of mine since then. Plus, he was kind of forgettable."

"Must be something about him, to land a girl like Sophie." Cole replied, hands full of suds as he scrubbed the dishes.

Draining the last of her white wine, Taylor said, "Oh no, I meant in bed. He's lovely guy, handsome and charming, but..." She lowered her voice dramatically. "Small and quick on the draw." She returned to normal speaking levels. "I'm sure the open marriage helps."

Cole stared at her perplexedly, "Open marriage?"

"Yea? Did you not know?" Cole shook his head. "More for Sophie, if I had to guess, but I'm sure Joe's got a few groupies he's banging on the side. Sophie needs 'em big, hard and often. Or so I've heard. Hmmm, maybe I should invite her to Wonderland 2020."

Pondering her words in momentary silence, Cole asked, "You and Sophie...ever...you know?"

Laughing again, Taylor smirked, "No, no, no. Kind of weird to hook up with an ex-boyfriend's wife. Don't you think?"

"Wouldn't know. I don't have any ex-boyfriends."

Throwing a playful glance his way, Taylor lapsed into deep reflective thought. They finished the dishes in relative silence.

"You know; Joe was only the second boy I ever slept with. You being the first. Obviously."

"Really? Did he woefully disappoint after I set the bar so high?" Cole asked cheekily.

"Actually... yes."

2008

"Hnnghhh! Taylor!" He cried out, his voice high-pitched and whiny as it cracked.

Pulling out, his prick vanished as he wrapped his fist around it. One stroke and he was done, dribbling out a few measly droplets of cum just below my belly button. It all happened so fast, I failed to realize it was over. The song hadn't yet finished. Letting out a nasally moan, he collapsed next to me. I looked over at him and then down at my crotch. Bringing one finger down, I touched the thin, watery string of jism there. Then I looked back to him. Already his lids were struggling to stay open.

"That was so great babe..."

"It was?" I asked in disbelief.

"Hmmm...yea..." His eyes were fully shut as he groaned contentedly.

"Joe... Joe? Joe!"

"Hmmmm..." He grunted softly. It was no use; he was already gone.

"Guess I'll just get cleaned up then."

Sliding out of the warm bed, I tiptoed across the hotel room to the bathroom. Closing the door behind me, I rested against it. I'd been building this moment up so much in my head. Cole had taken my virginity less than a year ago. Any time after that shouldn't have been a big deal, right?

Wrong.

Turns out being with your new boyfriend for the first time was just as nerve-wracking as the very first time. Being that vulnerable. Opening myself up. Trusting them. And now this. I didn't feel satisfied. Or happy. Or free. Instead I was confused. Lonely. All of it at the same time. No. None of that was right. I was just...

horny.

Stepping further into the bathroom, I grabbed a tissue and wiped the meager spunk. It came off with ease, without leaving no trace behind. Throwing it in the trashcan, I placed both hands on the counter and looked into the mirror. My reflection stared back, innumerable blonde curls spilling out down my back, face painted for a what should have been a magical night, perky breasts topped with twin pink peaks hanging off my slender form. Unbidden and unwarranted, my mind drifted back. To my first time. To Cole. I could feel his lips on mine. The warmth of his body pressed against me. His tongue flicking back and forth across my sex. That indescribable sensation as he entered me when no one else ever had. A visible shudder rocked my body. It had absolutely nothing to do with the cold of the tiled floor. My eyes closed slowly, bringing darkness. Joe Jonas was out there in the bed, right now, but all my befuddled brain could think about was Cole Stephens. Cole and his huge, hard, throbbing cock.

No Taylor! Stop it!

My own brain shouted at me, but one set of fingers was already touching bare, goosebump-covered flesh. Sliding upwards, they lightly grazed my leg. Five digits traced an arc from one thigh to the other, while the other five climbed higher. Moving past my hips, across my stomach, they fingered each rib until they reached the tender hanging fruit of my left breast. Each finger pressed into the perky pale flesh, squeezing reflexively as they slowly massaged their way to the hard nub resting at the apex of the alabaster mound. Electricity jolted through me as the fingers came together, fingernails scraping the slightly darker skin of my areola, ready to roll that stiff nip at a moment's notice. The softest of moans escaped from my otherwise tightly pressed shiny pink lips. With one hand latched to my breast and the other ready to dive deep between my quivering labia, my brain wrestled free from the grip my body had on it. I couldn't do this. I

shouldn't

do this.

"Taylor Alison Swift, what are you doing?" I whispered, eyes reopening to stare hard at myself in the mirror with piercing azure eyes. "You just had sex. Kind of. You shouldn't be fantasizing about another guy. Or his dick!"

I groaned loudly, somewhere between exasperation and longing. It was interrupted by another voice. One from deep inside of me, emanating firmly from between my thighs. One with all the sultriness and seduction it could muster.

Fuck Joe. He didn't go down on us. Barely a finger snuck in here. Didn't kiss or lick our breasts. Hell, he didn't even ask us to suck his cock! We could barely feel it when it entered us. Or when it came out two seconds later. Go ahead. Do it. We deserve this. We need it.

Thoughts of Cole returned. Harder with greater force this time, the meaty slam of hips on mine. I was haunted. Haunted by the thought of Cole and haunted by the merest notion of his big fat fucking cock pounding me into a quivering messy puddle.

"DAMN IT!" I raised my voice in frustration.

It was a feeling I hadn't felt since that night. My brain had lost. My body was calling the shots now, and it demanded release, a salve for that burning desire coursing through my loins. The lower hand closed the gap, my aching clitoris touched by the tip of a finger just as the upper hand squeezed and rolled the nipple between forefinger and thumb. A violently expelled pent-up breath momentarily fogged the mirror as fingers acted on instinct and moved of their own accord. Eyes closing again, Cole's familiar features blossomed into being before me. In my mind's eye, I stared at his handsome face, dark hair and brilliant green eyes glowing. His swimmer's body, more impressive every time I saw it. Sight drifting lower, I focused hard on his groin. The mental picture was fuzzy. I tried to focus, but it proved fruitless. I had only beheld it one time. My eyes snapped open, fingers still working their magic. It wasn't enough. I needed more.

"Phone. Where's my phone?"

Abandoning the self-touch, I threw the door open and scampered back outside into the room. Joe was snoring loudly, totally dead to the world. Skipping over to the nightstand, I snatched up my phone and made my retreat to the bathroom. Needlessly. Joe seemed so asleep I could probably fuck Cole right next to him screaming at the top of my lungs and he wouldn't even wake up. Flipping open my phone, I fumbled through until I reached Cole's number. Pausing, I was unsure of how to proceed. I'd never done this before and my head was a jumbled mess.

Hey...u up?

Sent.

"Fuck. That's dumb. Why did I have to say that?" I let out a low groan.

Tracing the outline of my glistening labia, my other hand was already back between my legs as I waited with bated breath for his reply. Thoughts tore through my mind like leaves caught in a hurricane.

Would he answer? He's probably asleep. Damn it! I shouldn't have texted him at all!

One slick finger wormed its way inside, sinking down to the knuckle with one wet thrust. I bit down on my lower lip, feeling the most wonderful wriggle inside of me as it greedily swallowed up all I had to give it. The harsh buzz was a welcome interruption.

Cryptic. What's up Swift?

My shaking hand typed out a response:

No questions. Dick pic. You. Now.

The mere idea of seeing it again made my finger curl, sending my eyes aflutter and leaving me slack-jawed. He took more than a moment to respond.

What?

No questions!

I hurriedly typed out before he could ask again. There was another pause, my finger moving from one right spot to the next, delving deeper between my dribbly ladylips with every passing moment.

Gimme a sec

"Yes!" I whispered, relief and a rush of arousal seeping through me.

A second finger joined the first, disappearing more completely than a magician's assistant. Legs spread wide, a foot on each edge of the bathmat tested the elasticity of the fabric. I dropped the phone on the counter and clutched the edge as two fingers scissor-kicked back and forth amongst the velvety folds. Back hunched, my perky tits dangled over the sink. Another loud angry sound buzzed against the stone countertop. I nearly knocked the phone off in my frenzy to open it. It was an image. Opening it one second later and there it was, in all its huge throbbing glory. Erect. Standing tall from his well-groomed groin. A beautiful thick veiny slab in a grainy low-quality image. His shorts were bunched around his knees, clearly just lying in bed. The picture was dark, illuminated only by the harsh flash of the flip phone, but it didn't matter. It was there and like a work of a skilled photoshop, my mental image was now complete. Deep inside my hot box, fingers sailed across my silky wet walls, waves of pleasure emanating with each singular stroke.

I wonder if he's masturbating right now thinking about me?

The very idea of it made me gasp aloud and sent a fresh wave of wetness to my fiery loins. Withdraw to the tips, my fingers plunged back with a hard driving force. Arm shaking, wrist bent harshly, they did that over and over again. Wet, slurping plops sounded as my hand slammed upwards.

"Cole... oh God! Cole! Hhhnnnggghhhh!" I whispered as I fingerbanged myself like never before.

Eyes fixated on the phone screen, my other hand was now free to tug and tease one of my rock-hard nipples before swapping to the other like a fiend possessed. Heat filled my body, stretching to the tips of my curled toes to the top of my trembling curly-haired head. Faster and faster my fingers rocketed into me. In my frantic search for self-pleasure, I abandoned my breasts and reached down to once more feel my aching clit, teasing the oval-shaped pink hood with a firm, but gentle finger. Short of breath, it was entirely another level. Nimble and dexterous, one hand circled the ultimate pleasure button while the other jammed up into me. But soon, my fingers soon began to ache. It still wasn't enough.

My eyes strayed from the grainy picture of cock around the bathroom, searching for something, anything to use. Loofa? No. Hair curler? Definitely no. Toothbrush? Maybe. Hairbrush? The large bulbous purple plastic end glinted in the harsh hotel lighting. Yes. With an audible slurp, I pulled my sticky fingers free. They too shone in the light. A pungent primal aroma filled my nostrils. It wasn't Cole's, but it wasn't unpleasant or unwelcome. Snatching up the brush, it still had strands of blonde hair clinging to the bristles. I had just used it before we had done the deed, making sure I looked as good as possible for Joe. Now, I angled the handle upwards and pushed the solid end against my eager sopping twat. The cold plastic was a shock against my burning sex, but the good kind of shock.

"That's it Cole. Fuck me with that big dick. God baby, please put it in..." I whispered, utterly lost in the fantasy of it all as my gaze settled back on the picture.

Pushing upwards with both trembling arms, the hilt of the brush split my lips exactly like a good stiff prick would. The expansion of my vaginal walls, wonderfully stretched to encompass the makeshift dildo was a welcome feeling of bliss. The brush was firmly gripped with one hand, while the other returned to play with my clit, doubling down on the previous effort given there. In and out the handle went, squelching deep drives into me, each more intense then the last as my quivering wrist flicked. And it was working. Succeeding where my fingers had not, hitting my g-spot with its bulbous bellend. It was like Cole was there, rolling his hips into me with never-ending hardness. Nearly cramping with the intensity of it all, my toes were curled into tight balls, painted toenails digging into the bathmat.

"Cole... oh shit. Cole. Yes! You're gonna make me CUM!" I said, my voice growing louder with every passing syllable until it rang clearly around the bathroom.

Slammed to the hilt, my wet sloppy labia took the brunt of the hard plastic, fingers strumming my pulsating clit faster than during a guitar solo. Every inch of skin was on fire, my insides twisted and boiling, a roaring inferno that needed release in one singular, spectacular explosion. I was on the brink of that release. That release that I'd been craving all night. That release that had driven me to masturbate to the dick pic of my oldest friend in the bathroom while my boyfriend sawed wood in the next room. The intensity was too much. Release was here.

I'm cumming. Oh my god. I'm actually cumming! I'M CUMMING!!

"I'M CUMMING!!" I yelled out, suddenly. Unexpectedly.

The explosion ignited, utterly wrecking me as it detonated. The hairbrush slipped from my numb fingers, but held fast, lodged inside of me as my legs threatened to give out. Eyes shut tight, I gripped the edge of the counter for support with wet and sticky fingers. Pearly white teeth sunk into my lower lip to keep from shattering the glass with the power of my orgasmic wails. Back arched violently, curls flew every which way as I threw my head and thrusted my chest out, breasts bouncing hither and thither. The sweet and utter release of climatic oblivion washed over me, leaving every nerve in my body tingling with satisfaction.

Unsure of the passage of time, my breathing gradually returned to normal. Wide and dilated pupils greeted me in the mirror as I opened my eyes slowly. There was a hazy glaze over those twin sparkly blue pools. A foolish grin overtook my reflection. Pulling the brush from between my legs, it too had the sticky sheen of arousal clinging to it. Dropping it onto the counter, I straightened, still trembling. Some semblance of sense returning to me, I took one last long lingering look at the dick in the in picture then typed a final response.

Thanks Cole.

I closed the phone shut with a snap and suddenly I was exhausted. Exiting the bathroom, I returned to bed. Joe hadn't moved a single inch, despite my loud carnal exertions.

We may need to break up... or I need to get a good vibrator.

And that was my final thought as snuggled under the covers next to his warm form. I didn't even hear the buzz of my phone that meant Cole's reply. I had already drifted off to sleep, dreaming of him...

2020

"Oh my god. I can't believe I never figured this out before." Taylor said, looking shocked at Cole.

"What's that Swift?" He asked, polishing off one last nightcap.

"You're the reason."

"The reason for what?"

"The reason I'm a size queen!"

Cole spat out his drink, choking on the whiskey. Whatever he had been her expecting to say, it was not that.

"Every boyfriend after Joe Jonas had to measure up. They had to be at least as big as you. If not bigger."

"Sorry?" Cole asked looking thoroughly nonplussed.

"Don't be! The bigger the better!"

Both of them had a good long laugh at that. When the tears of mirth had been wiped from their eyes, Cole asked one final leading question for the evening.

"So, open marriage? Is that something you're interested in?"

Taylor took a long pause before answering, sensing the shift in conversation. "Honestly? I think... no. I love how we are now, but I always thought when... if I got married, that would be it. Just me and him. Ya know?"

"With room for the occasional second woman to join in." Cole said jokingly.

"Goes without saying." Taylor said with complete seriousness.

There was another moment of silence as the pair of them stared at each, neither of them voicing the marathon of images running through their heads. Images of white dresses and chapels, of family, of a lifelong happiness.

Finally, Cole was the one to break the quiet, "That's good to know Swift. Truly." His tone was gentle and warm. He knew she got the message by the sly smile on her face.

"You know, I've been thinking a lot about you and that big guy down there." Taylor said, closing the distance between them, her love for him overwhelming. Pressing her lithe body lightly against his, her mischievous hand found its way to his crotch. "Feel like giving me a reminder as to why I like it so much better than anyone else's?" Her mind was peaceful and quiet, utterly focused on the singular person in front of her.

Cole finished his drink even as his pants quickly became uncomfortably tight. He looked her right in the eye and said, "Happy too Swift. Anytime. Anyplace. Always."

End of Chapter Twenty-Eight