FORBIDDEN CRAVINGS(EROTICA SHORTS)

The judge barely glanced at me and she was a middle aged Chinese woman who looked like she hated the world. I guess night court probably sucked for judges, maybe it was a punishment for them or something. Anyway, so far as I could tell, her mission was to get people in and out of her courtroom as fast as humanly possible. I swear, she didn't spend longer than thirty seconds on anybody and then she'd snap her fingers impatiently for the next case.

" ... you're charged with one count of solicitation," the judge sighed. "How do you plead?"

"Um ... Guilty, your honor," I said. "I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to..."

"The State of Washington imposes a five hundred dollar fine," she said. "Next case..."

"But I don't have any money," I blurted and she stared at me then, making me feel like some kind of bug.

"You have until 10am to pay the fine or you'll spend fourteen days in the county jail. Is that clear enough for you?"

"Yes ma'am."

At least I got my phone call, although I waited until seven that morning to use it, and I had to be crazy, but...

"Yeallo."

"Bob?" I giggled nervously. "Hi, um ... It's me, Candy? From last night?"

"Candy?" He cleared his throat.

"The Motel Eight?"

"Oh, right," he said. "You stiffed me when I came back."

"I got arrested.

"Oh."

We shared a pregnant pause.

"Soooo ... Why are you calling me, Candy"

"I was kinda wondering if I could borrow five hundred dollars."

Click

"Fuck!" I looked at the phone and the cop leaning against the wall grinned at me. "You got five hundred dollars I can borrow?"

"You want to call anyone else?" he asked, kinda sarcastically, and I thought about calling Dylan. I felt sort of mad at him and for a lot of different reasons.

"Yeah." I picked up the phone again and he gave me another thirty-five cents.

"Hmmmm... ?" a sleepy voice sort of hummed.

"Who's this?"

"Paul," he said, making sounds I can only describe as snuggly. Like he was holding the phone and curling up next to a warm, black body after a long night of hot sex.

"Paul who? Where's Dylan? What are you doing there?"

"He's sleeping," the guy sighed.

"Well, wake him up!" I yelled.

Click

"Fuck!" I slammed the phone into the cradle and the cop, a big sheriff's deputy, clucked his tongue.

"Troubles at home?" he asked. "Come on, we're done here."

"Yeah," I agreed. I was pretty done.

"They're gonna love your ass in county," the man said, sliding his hand down my back to squeeze my butt.

"Fuck you too," I breathed, jerking my hips away from him.

"Right," he chuckled. "Keep that good attitude, cocksucker. You're gonna need it."

"Yo! Is that David Hathaway?" another deputy called out, holding up a phone and covering it with the palm of his hand.

"Right here," my cop replied, grabbing me by the arm as we stopped walking through the office.

"His fine's been paid," the deputy said. "Take him down to processing, they got the paperwork."

"Who paid it?" I asked, blinking with confusion, but the guy didn't say anything else.

Hey!" Monica smiled at me as I walked out of the sheriff's department and into the bright sunlight.

"You paid my fine?" I smiled back as he shrugged.

"You have to pay me back," he said. "Are you hungry?"

"Starving."

"We'll go to Denny's." Monica jerked his head. "Come on, I'm parked in a handicap spot."

"Heh!" I giggled and he wasn't lying. Three cops walked right past Monica's old BMW and didn't even blink at the big blue handicapped sign in front of it.

The Denny's turned out to be less than a block away, practically across the street, and we didn't really talk until we were sitting in a booth. He still looked like a pretty college girl to me, but even better than before as Monica had been able to fix herself up in front of a mirror. That's the first thing I did too, excusing myself for the restrooms and after a second's hesitation, deciding I'd better use the men's because I didn't need to get busted again for something stupid.

"I was thinking about taking off," Monica told me. "Go someplace else, you know?"

"Like where?" I asked, eating a big western omelet and it tasted good after a long night in jail.

"Paris," he shrugged. "Rome, London, all those places. I want to check out Europe."

"That would be nice," I agreed. "Probably costs a lot though."

"Probably." He took a bite of his own omelet. "I figure I can work there too, though."

"That escort thing?"

"Sure," he said with a smile. "Look, there's not that many guys who look like us running around."

"A lot of girls though."

"Right. Girls," Monica nodded. "But we're not girls and that makes us special."

"The cops didn't think so," I reminded him with a wry grin. "What about your court thing?"

"I don't know." He fluttered his hand dismissively. "I can always change my plea and just pay the fine."

"Yeah."

"Or just blow it off," Monica giggled. "As long as I never come back here, I'll be okay."

"Better ask your lawyers first," I suggested.

"I just wanna be somewhere else," he sighed. "Meet some rich Italian guy with a big boat and sail around the Mediterranean."

"That would be nice."

"Would it?" He looked at me with a curious gleam in his green eyes. Monica tilted his head, brushing some red hair out of his beautiful face.

"Well ... Yeah," I said with a smile. "Who wouldn't want to do that?"

"You want to come with me?"

"Me?" I laughed and showed him my pink tongue. "I can't go anywhere. I don't have any money. I don't even have one of those passport things."

"Have you got a birth certificate?" Monica asked. "Where were you born?"

"Here," I told him. "My mom died when I was like two or something."

"Oh."

"It's okay. I mean, I didn't really know her and she didn't even know who my dad was, so..." I shrugged and it wasn't okay, but what choice did I have?

"Well, we can get a copy of your birth certificate and then apply for a passport, but I think you need a parent or guardian to sign it."

"Father John can sign it."

"Who?"

"The priest at the orphanage where I ran away from," I explained. "He'll sign it."

"Are you sure?"

"If he doesn't, I'll tell on him," I decided with a grin, earning me a curious look, but Monica didn't ask for any details.

This is a nice place," I told Monica, looking around his apartment. "You must make a lot of money."

"I do alright," he agreed lightly. "You wanna take a bath?"

"Just a shower would be great," I said. "Are you sure it's okay if I stay here?"

"Of course." He smiled over his shoulder as I followed him down a short hallway. "Why wouldn't it be?"

"You don't even know me," I sighed, feeling kind of worn out suddenly and just neutral again, like I was standing outside the world.

"Well, if we're going to Paris together..." Monica said softly, putting his arms around my waist. "Maybe we should fix that."

"I've never kissed a girl before," I said with a self-conscious giggle, feeling Monica's full breasts against my puffy nipples.

"I'm not a girl," he whispered, smiling into my eyes as he pulled me close enough to feel his erection.

"Me neither," I breathed, but it did feel kind of strange kissing the guy when he looked like a fashion model.

Monica's lush lips covered mine and his tongue felt light and delicate, not like a man's at all as it slipped into my mouth and tickled mine. His hands went under my skirt to feel my bare butt cheeks and he squeezed me gently, digging his fingernails into my soft skin and making me moan. The pink thong I wore was pulled tightly across my balls and anus, and Monica followed the thin strip of nylon deep to play with my hole while we made out.

"Are your tits real?" I breathed a half minute later and he didn't say anything, but let go of me so that he could undress completely.

"This is me," he said and if it was strange watching someone strip in a hallway, neither of us noticed.

Monica's tits were real, or as real as money could buy anyway, and they were perfect C-cups with small, brown nipples, hard and pointing upward. He had a naturally slender build, much like mine, and a soft, flat tummy with a pierced belly button. His hips were soft and round and the man had long, shapely legs that must have been recently waxed because I touched them and they were smooth as silk. Monica had no hair at all on his body, just the silky red hair on his head and his arched eyebrows, of course, but everywhere else he was soft and pink and hairless.

"You're beautiful," I told him, staring at Monica's long, curving penis and he had a nice one!

It must have been seven inches long, probably more, and curved like a banana so that it jutted upward from his generous balls and smooth scrotum. Monica had a piercing there too, a small gold ring through his ballsack near the bottom. I wasn't sure what that was for, but it looked kinda hot to me. While I honestly couldn't say that I found him sexy the same way I would find a normal, hunky looking man ... A cock is a cock and like I say, Monica's penis made my mouth water.

"Let me see you now," he said without a hint of embarrassment, but I'm sure Monica knew he had an awesome body.

I wasn't so sure about mine, but I did as he asked. I undressed slowly, dropping my clothes carelessly on the floor near my feet. I knew I was small for my age, maybe not so much in height, but definitely in weight. I looked thin and fragile, girlish as well. I didn't have Monica's curves, but with my pretty face it was easy to mistake me for a teenage girl only reaching for maturity. I had nice skin and a tight round ass, but no tits. Just those puffy nipples that always seemed to throb no matter what I was doing. They were burning beneath Monica's smile, I'll tell you that much, and so was my cock.

"Let's skip the shower," he suggested and I couldn't help but agree as Monica took me by my penis and pulled me towards his bedroom.

We didn't waste anytime, but fell onto the bed and I quickly found myself faced with his beautiful cock sliding between my lips. We were in a 69, laying side by side, and I could smell nothing but flowers. Perfume, I thought, or baby powder maybe. Something sweet and not overpowering at all, and I wondered if that's what it was like being with a real woman. I didn't know and I never wanted to find out as I stroked Monica's hip and thigh, and sucked his cock like the faggot cocksucker I was. I played with his balls and the size and softness of his scrotum amazed me. He had some seriously low hanging balls and I nursed on his soft skin, chewing and sucking gently while I jerked him off with my hands.

Monica did much the same with me, of course, and at times it became very hard to concentrate on what I was doing. He could take all of my cock into his mouth and throat, swallowing around the shaft and even extending his tongue outward to tickle my balls. The sensations were wonderful and the pleasure grew more intense with every passing moment. Monica had to be the best cocksucker I'd ever met and after so many months being a male prostitute, I'd had my dick sucked a lot by lust filled men. None could compare to the blowjob I was getting from Monica though and all I could do was try to keep up and make him feel just as special.

I came first, feeling my cock spasm inside his mouth and Monica swallowed my ball cream quickly and easily. It took him another few minutes, but at least I could concentrate after shooting my load. I felt a lot better and went to work on his cock with a vengeance. I nursed on the swollen head and jerked him off with one hand while the other played with his ass. When I pushed my finger inside his cunt, that did it. Monica gasped and pushed his cock deeper just as I swallowed the first hot spurt of his semen. That worked out pretty well as his cock suddenly filled my open throat and I found my nose pressed into his balls while he blew his cum straight into my tummy.

"God!" Monica gasped after he'd finished cumming and I nodded, licking my lips and drinking air. "We're going to do that a lot, Candy!"

"Yeah," I agreed, smiling as I massaged his still hard cock, spreading the remains of his orgasm along the shaft.

"Do you have any idea how much a man would pay to watch us do that?" Monica wondered and that made me giggle.

"I don't know," I replied. "How much?"