Fantasy Pink Zone Warning by TMaskedWriter

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Thank God his closest friend had been able to get out of the city in time as well. Jill biked to work, and her workplace was on the outer edge of the "Pink Zone Radius." (Some newscaster had used that term instead of "hot zone" after the Paris attack and it had stuck.) He could only imagine her making her way through back alleys and side streets to his house, avoiding any man who might approach her with malicious or even misguided noble intent; touching herself or riding down bumpy trails for some semblance of relief from the need that her own body screamed for her to fulfill and her own mind's seconding of the motion.

He thanked God again that he'd given her a key years ago. Jill lived with Brent, her boyfriend, about ten miles further away from the city than Larry's house, so it made sense that she would seek shelter there. He'd never particularly cared for Brent and the way he treated Jill, but kept it to himself as best he could. They'd been together for two years now and whenever she tried to put a positive spin on the ways Brent kept her under his thumb, Larry tried to put on a smile and pretend to be happy for her. When he'd spot Brent around town without her and see him coming on to other women, it took all Larry had to keep from punching something. He'd often wanted to tell her that she could do better, but never did, because he knew that no man had ever said that to a woman without a silent "like me, pick me, dammit" at the end of it.

Larry pulled into his driveway, leapt out of the car, and was halfway to the door when he remembered that he'd left it running with his keys in the ignition. Luckily, he hadn't shut the car door, so was able to retrieve them easily and let himself in. His mind filled with the "what if" scenario of pounding on the door and shouting that it really was him and that he'd locked his keys in the car as Jill heeded his earlier advice and was holed up in his bedroom; all the furniture pushed up against the door and cowering in the corner with her fingers deep inside herself, trying to stifle her moans.

"Jill? Jill!" He called, locking the door behind him. Her bike was lying on its side in the middle of his entryway, and he picked it up and leaned it against the wall. Her backpack was behind it in the hall, and behind that was a discarded skirt that he recognized as one of Jill's favorites. A trail of her discarded clothing led into his living room, and he could hear her gasping and moaning from that room. He followed them and came to a dead stop as he entered the room, his cock stiffening as the scent of her arousal filled his nose before he'd rounded the corner, and then standing rock hard of its own accord at the sight of her.

Jill was laying naked on his couch, her legs splayed open in invitation; her knees bent and her toes touching so that his eyes were drawn to the wet, sticky, hungry cleft between her legs and the growing wet spot beneath it. His eyes drifted up her body to the tits that she'd flashed him once while drunk years ago, and were now on full display for them, her hands making gentle circles around her large pink areolae and the cute little button nipples atop them, standing as proudly as his own erection. The visual tour of Jill's naked body ended at her warm smile and the loving look in her green eyes. Long brown hair framed her face in a pile spilled out onto the pillow beneath her head.

"Hi, Larry," Jill said to him, her voice breathy with need. "Please fuck me. Please make me yours."

Larry stood there in silence longer than he should have. His hand unconsciously brushed his hard-on through his pants as he stared at her. When he saw Jill's smile widen and her eyes grow bigger as she squeezed her hips together to open her legs a little more and raise her lusty offering a tiny bit closer to him, Larry realized what he was doing and regained control of his hand.

"No," he said, shaking his head. "Not like this, Jill. I'll go get you a robe, we'll get you to Brent. He's the one you want."

"NO!" Jill shouted before repeating it more softly. "No, Larry. Please! I called him on my way here. He..." Her left hand continued circling her breast as her right began trailing down toward the wetness still dripping onto his couch cushion. "He told me he was... in the Pink Zone. With the guys. He said he was..." Her fingers found the wetness between her legs and began circling it in time with the hand circling her nipple. "Getting some new friends... umm... to bring home to me. I... oh... I've never been into that. But I know that once he... uhhhh... fucks me, I will." She slipped a finger into herself before continuing. "I know I'll...mmmm... be into... whatever he tells me to be into. Do whatever he... ahhh... says to get more of his cock. His hard, throbbing..." She stared at Larry's cock, now fighting for release from his pants as another finger slid into her.