The Metrosexual and the Tomboy

Synopsis:   Gerard Trout is a man who isn’t ashamed of expressing himself and loving Broadway.   He watches some romcoms in his spare time and makes it a point to pamper himself when he feels he has earned it.   He meets the skateboarding tomboy, Shantay Mercedes, who doesn’t admit that she can be girly and loves glittery, shiny trinkets, especially jewelry.   

‘Man purse.  That doesn’t sound sexy at all !’--My quote

‘Yin and yang, fire and water.   That’s right, baby.  We’re talking about relationships.’--Ralph Smart, Infinite Waters

“Should I fall out of love, my fire in the light

To chase a feather in the wind

Within the glow that weaves a cloak of delight

There moves a thread that has no end”--Lyrics to All of My Love by Led Zeppelin

Chapter 1--Daily Routine

Gerard Trout was a sharp dressed man in every sense of the word.   He wasn’t ashamed of being a metrosexual.   He was in touch with his feminine side but not gay.   He had a handful of friends he would hike, camp and play basketball with, amongst other manly activities.   However, every so often, Gerry was either having a spitz or getting a mani-pedi at the local spa.  

On his way to work, the rugged Gerry found himself locked in traffic.   A bit bored, he turned on his CD player to listen to the latest Nevada Barr mystery.   He drank in her words and thrilled to the perils that Anna Pidgeon found herself in.   No matter what, this bad assed undercover park ranger found the most unconventional and innovative ways out of a jam.  

Gerry made a beeline to his frequented mani pedi outfit, Ohms Well that Ends Well.  He settled down to be pampered but noticed a rather punky, grungy girl who entered whom he had never met or seen before.   She was very fetching to his eyes.   Gerry couldn’t remove his gaze from her.   Once she caught him staring and gave him a confident and seductive smirk as to say,

‘Sup, Holmes ?  What you don’t think a goth chick like me would be found dead at a mani pedi ?  Phttph.  Shows to go you got learnin’ to do.’   He had to laugh at how he gave her a tough but charming Brooklyn accent with all its frankness and ‘tell it to ya straight’ New York style.   

‘Say, um, er....I noticed your outfit.  Looks good on you.  Those colors really bring out your natural skin tones.’, Gerry started, suavely.   The young woman gave him a wolfish grin.  She was really turning on the heat, attracting him like a bee to a gorgeous flower.  

Chapter 2--Brown Sugar

Shantay wasn’t your typical ‘goth’ girl.  She was mixed in her color but Gerry didn’t mind.  So far as color or race was concerned, he was colorblind as they come.   She had him completely mesmerised, but she didn’t mind.  This had been the first time a man had treated her with respect and dignity.   She couldn’t help but blush.   She wasn’t the type to feel her cheeks become warm and hot, but Gerry was different.  He was a man of stature, intellect, humor and gentility.   

‘What’s your name ?  Where are you from ?’, Gerry introduced himself after a weird handshake between the two of them.   The punk grinned massively.

‘I’m Shantay.  I am a city girl.   From the Bronx.  You from Syracuse ?’, Shantay asked.  She could pinpoint where a person lived by accent and attire.

‘Damn, girl.  You are good.’, Gerry commented, clearly impressed.   The more he spoke to this woman, the more he knew right from the start that he had fallen hard for her.   He didn’t want to come on too strong.   He decided right then and there to get her number and to meet up for a wine tasting that weekend.   He didn’t suspect that this faye tomboy would like something so sophisticated but he could see there was more to this woman than met the eye.

Chapter 3--All Dolled Up

That Saturday, he met with Shantay.   She was dressed to the nines in a spellbinding LBD that accentuated her natural hourglass figure and perky breasts.   Her heinie was round, firm and taught in the tight-fitting dress.   The sequins made her look like something untouchable, fantastic, surreal and angelic.    Gerry could barely believe his eyes.  He could feel his palms sweating, his heart racing and his loins throbbing.   He had to redirect his lustful desires, even though he wanted to bang her into next Tuesday.

Gerry kept his thoughts as pure as he could, within reason.  He maintained his dignity and genteel nature as he treated his new girlfriend to a night on the town.   They talked more about life, the universe and everything.  It was as if they had known each other for the longest time, they had  simply found each other in this life and their souls were reuniting.   

‘I didn’t want to say this at first, but I really think I’m falling for you.’, Gerry began, leaning over and holding Shantay’s gloved hands.   Shantay felt her cheeks flourese again.  Gerry had been the only man to make her feel passion and flaming desire within the deepest core of her womb.   She wanted him in the worst of ways and found the most random spot to make her first move.   

Chapter 4--Bouncing Around

The bounce house was still inflated after a 7 year old’s birthday bash.  The children were gone, the crew that had inflated it had forgotten it was there.   There had been no trace of any kind of contaminants, vomit or bodily fluids in the trampoline, thank heavens.   

She leaned in boldly, kissing him hot and hard.   She bit his lower lip but not too forcefully.  It was enough for him to understand her intention, especially with where her hands were going.

‘Are you sure you want this ?   Isn’t it a bit too soon ?’, the gentleman asked.   He couldn’t ignore his lumberjack had awoken as if there were trees to be felled and it heeded the call to get to work.    

‘Yes.  I want you, and I want you now.’, she said with urgency.   He had never dealt with a hot woman before but he felt her hands all over him, undressing him quickly.   He helped her out of the dress and he pinned her to the wall, kissing down to her breasts.    He licked and sucked her nipples, taking her into his mouth.  He could taste her cologne, floral in its essence.  His hand deftly stroked her womanhood in its pillowy softness.   One finger entered slowly, in and out, darting in its stickiness.   She was ready for him, and he could no longer abstain himself.   Softly, he entered her and lifted her up.   It wasn’t easy to penetrate her with the floor being uneven but the bounciness actually facilitated better movement.  

‘More…’, she groaned, compensating.    Her hips ground against his and he found he was losing balance.   She felt her whole body falling atop him and she nearly exclaimed at the pleasure of her femininity joining his masculinity completely.   She was being nailed in the sweetest way and she could feel nothing but pleasure and ecstasy.

‘Don’t stop, Gerry...Ohhh…’, she moaned desperately.   

She rode him like a bucking bronco, each of her thrusts growing stronger and faster.   He held her thighs, watching her breasts bouncing merrily.   He massaged them, squeezing them.   She giggled at the sensation and purred rhapsodically.   He felt himself awash with sublimity as he felt like he would orgasm at any moment.   He wanted her to climax first, which she did after tenderly planting her on the floor of the trampoline and holding her legs up to enter her more deeply.  

‘Ohhh.’, he groaned, finally climaxing.   The residue left him flaccid but she quickly cleaned him up, kissing and licking his rod.   It didn’t take long for him to recover.   

‘Round two...ball pit, 3:00.’, Gerry said, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

Chapter 5--Until the Break of Dawn

He found a spot under the stars.   The grass had only become dewy and he had forgotten a blanket, but none of that was important now.   Still buck naked from the explosive sex they had enjoyed earlier, Gerry got Shantay into a position, bent completely over.

‘God, I want you more and more.’, he said, with a low purr in his throat.  He sounded animalistic.   Shantay couldn’t resist his touch or the feel of his lips on her skin.   Just the electricity from his kisses alone  sent her into ecstasy.

He nibbled and lightly bit Shantay’s neck and earlobe, making her hold her lower lip in pleasure.   Her groaning told him she was more than content.   She was amorous and wanted to be pleasured, badly.    Slowly, he mounted her and felt his stiff willie penetrate her clam and pearl dive for a bit.   

Shantay spoke sweetly in another language he didn’t understand and he was impressed she could even utter it.   It was old school Latin but it was seriously turning him on.   More and more, his thrusts became more deliberate and even.   He was surprised that the earth didn’t quake beneath them with how fast they were moving now.  

‘I think if we keep this up a fire’s going to burst forth.’, Gerry said, so close to orgasming now he felt like his eyes would remain crossed if he did.   If that was the penalty for outstanding sex, than so be it.  

After compensating their relationship for about the umpteeth time, the two realized the sun was about to come up.  

‘Come on !  Let’s bolt.’, Gerry coerced, taking her hand and rushing out of the abandoned birthday party as fast as their feet could take them.

Epilogue

Gerry and Shantay eventually tied the knot the next year to make their relationship official.    Shantay never thought she would be married, especially not to someone who was so different from her.   The duet held common ground on many accords, however, and their love ran deep.    The love they had and made was something of legend.   They only grew stronger in time, even with the event of children in their lives.    They grew older but never tired out, even in their love life.   It is said that aging is like a fine wine.   They illustrated this well.    Come to think of it, the two are living on a timeshare somewhere that Gerry bought for them both.   They are seen by their many times great grandchildren.   Even the grandkids have to keep up with their grandparents.   Even in this day of accelerated technology, the two lovers are asked how they met and their secret of longevity.   The only answer they have is true love.  That care has maintained their hearts for so long.   Love sustains and endures all, just as the Bible has told us many times over.   It will never fade or wash away.   It remains steadfast, true and pure.   

The End