Spring Fever

Transcript

Uh, hey. Uh, so I know it's the middle of the night and I didn't call or anything. Well, I did text, uh, but you didn't respond and what? Oh, yeah, no, I'm sorry.

No emergency or anything like that. Um, I just feel kind of crazy right now. Uh, I don't know.

I can't explain it. I just feel weird and didn't know what to do with myself. So I figured I would just, um, come over and see what you were up to and hang out.

Oh my God. That sounds totally insane. What the fuck is wrong with me? Uh, are you sure? Oh, thank you so much, buddy.

Seriously. You're my favorite friend for a reason. Uh, so, uh, um, what you up to? Nothing.

Um, okay. Well, I have created a super weird situation. Oh, thank fuck.

Yeah, a movie sounds great. Uh, just please, no Nicolas Cage. Okay.

I mean, I live near Alexander Park. I'm a student MSU, so Metropolitan University. I'd like to visit with you if you don't mind walking around.

Uh, I know. I know. I'm sorry.

I just feel so restless and I don't know why. It's like there's lightning under my skin. I want to run around or fight someone or I don't even know.

Yeah. Like I said, uh, crazy. I don't, I don't know what's wrong with me.

It's like I woke up this morning feeling like some kind of wild animal is living inside of me. Oh no. Are you scared? Worried I might bite ya? Although I am kind of hungry.

I don't know what I want. Like it isn't even hunger. Exactly.

I mean, yeah, I would demolish a burger right now, but that's not exactly what I'm craving. I just feel empty and I want to be full. Anyway, I'm insane.

Please ignore me. I'll try to be quiet so we can watch the movie. I'll be good.

I promise. Well, I'll try. Okay.

Okay. I'll be quiet. Chase, What do you think of public safety within Parks? As I just said, uh, not at the moment, unfortunately, not the safest places.

You know, it depends, the area or the time of night et cetera. I mean, obviously night times are a lot. I'm burning up.

Is it hot in here? Are you hot? I feel like I have a fever.

Here, feel my forehead. Do I feel like I have a fever? What do you mean you don't know how to feel a fever? What do you mean you don't know how to tell? Ugh, you're no help.

Oh, fuck, fuck it. I'm just gonna, I'm just gonna take this off. Okay.

Okay, that's a bit better. What are you staring at? Is my shirt on inside out again? Oh, um, okay.

Yeah, I see how those could be, um, eye catching, especially since I was in too much of a hurry to bother with a bra. I don't know why they're so stiff right now. Normally that only happens when I'm like cold or, uh, uh, or when I'm, um, really turned on.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Is that what this is? Does the fucking spring moon have me in heat or something? Yes, I know humans don't have heat cycles.

We took that biology class together, you dick. I was speaking metaphorically. I mean, I guess it makes sense.

You know, spring is a time of fertility, new life, fecundity. Uh, it means like, it means getting busy. Reproduction.

Like bunnies. Speaking of bunnies, did you know that's why Easter has bunnies and eggs and chicks? Nothing to do with Jesus at all.

The early Christians co-opted a bunch of pagan holidays, including the spring rites of fertility. The return of spring is the promise of another cycle of life and time to create new life. Uh, they actually consider it one of the primary drives of survival, the four Fs, fighting, fleeing, feeding, and fucking.

Although they never say fucking in the textbooks. Uh, but anyway, that's why bunnies. Oh, my God.

What am I doing? I feel like such a freak. I'm laying here in your bed, rambling about spring and fertility rites.

I should go. Uh, I don't want to make you uncomfortable or anything. Are you sure? I really don't want to make you feel weird.

Okay. If you insist. Yeah, maybe it is better not to, uh, release me into the wild right now.

God only knows what I would do. Aren't you worried about what I might do to you though? I'm not trying to seduce you.

Do you want me to seduce you? Oh, uh, what do you mean curious? Well, yeah, I guess it is natural to wonder even about your friends.

No, it doesn't feel weird. Uh, kind of flattering if anything. Have I ever wondered about you? Uh, yeah, I mean, sometimes.

Like I know people that you've hooked up with and they might've mentioned things to me. Right now I'd say I'm a little more than just curious. You're going to make me just say it, aren't you? Of course you are.

And the final proof of whatever spell I'm under is that I don't even feel that shy about it. Fine. Right now, I can't think about anything except wanting to touch you, kiss you, feel your cock against me.

I want you to rip off the rest of my clothes and pin me to the bed. I want to feel you buried inside of me. I want to know how you taste, what sounds you make.

I want to figure out exactly how to drive you wild. I want to see the look in your eyes when you come inside of me, when you breed me. Um, okay, yeah, so I definitely missed the mark here.

This is now incredibly weird, and I should probably go. Let's forget. Mm.

Okay, so maybe I wasn't off pace. Fuck. Mm.

Oh, fuck, your hands feel so good. So, so fucking good. Oh, God, I want you to touch me everywhere.

Yes, I said everywhere. If you get shy on me now, oh, oh, sweet fucking hell. Yes, that's it.

Yes. Oh, fuck, my neck is so sensitive. Oh, your lips feel amazing.

Oh, holy fuck, are those your teeth? No, no, it is worse. Okay, please bite me more.

Please bite me harder. Mm. Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, get these fucking clothes off of me.

I feel like I'm trapped. Wait, no, I'm, that's not where that goes. Hey, no, you can't just leave my leggings around my ankles.

I won't be able to move. No, no, no, I got it. I got it.

Oh, that's better. Fuck. Mm.

Oh, your hands feel amazing on my skin. Oh, you want me on top of you. Fuck, I can feel your cock through your pants.

You're so hard. Mm. Fuck, sorry.

I didn't mean to scratch that hard. It's okay. Good.

I really don't know how much I can control myself right now. I feel so. ..

I feel so needy. Fuck. Goddammit, why are your clothes still on? I need to feel your skin against me.

Okay, okay, fine, fine. I'll let you do it. God.

Fuck, you look good. Yeah, yeah, I know. I've seen you shirtless before, but it wasn't like this.

Though, it was always hard not to stare. And I knew I shouldn't. I knew I shouldn't.

I knew I shouldn't. And I knew I shouldn't. We were friends, and either with someone or I was with someone.

Fuck, you taste so good. God, is that weird to say? I can't seem to think enough to pay attention to what I'm saying.

I just want to kiss and lick and bite every inch of you. Was that okay? Was it too hard? And you smell intoxicating.

Fuck, I can't get enough. I need more. I need more of you.

Hey, what are you doing? Why are you pushing me off? Just sit there.

What the fuck is that? What? Yeah, of course I'm staring.

You're taking your fucking pants. Can I taste you, please? Oh, God, fuck.

You taste amazing. You smell fucking addictive. Fuck.

Oh, fuck, okay. I do not want to stop, and we are definitely coming back to this in the future, but I am aching to feel you inside of me. I need my cunt filled with you.

How do I? Oh, like, uh, position. From behind, please? You okay back there? You look a little stunned.

Oh, it's a good view. You like me displaying my dripping wet cunt for you. There's no need to be shy, you know.

Now, please, fuck me. Oh, fuck. Mm, mm, yes.

You feel incredible. So deep. Yes, yes, yes, grip my hips like that.

Fuck. Mm, mm, more, more, give me more, please. Yes, fuck.

More, come on. You don't want to hurt me. Okay, that is very sweet, but really not what I need right now.

Oh, come on, you can slide tackle me, but not properly fuck me. Oh, yes, there we go. Besides, I was made for this.

Oh, fuck. Oh, God, fuck. Fuck.

Oh, wow, look at that moon. Can we go outside? Yeah, I just, I really want to feel the cool breeze on my skin and grass under my back and stare up at that moon.

I want to be part of everything with you. Come on, or you're gonna have to catch me.