*** THIS TITLE IS ALSO AVAILABLE IN THE COMPLETE FILTHY DIRTY NORMAL SEASON 0.5 COLLECTION, WHICH CONTAINS ALL 36 EPISODES IN ONE 185,000-WORD Nicole is red hot—with an odd mix of anger and horniness—when Thad, the guy she's been trying to screw, takes a phone call in the middle of their makeout session. When Thad then picks a fight, Nicole gets so angry (and so horny) that she decides the best way to get back at Thad might be to cut to the chase with his neighbor Brandon... if she can summon the nerve to march through his door, immediately strip naked and get down on her knees, and tell Brandon exactly what she wants him to do to her. (Approximately 5500 words) This story is an episode of K.R. Gray's groundbreaking erotic series "Filthy Dirty Normal" — a group of explicit shorts that, taken together, tell the stories of the adventurous residents of Normal, Indiana. Each episode in the series stands entirely on its own and does not require knowledge of the others, but the stories interlace to form a kind of hot and horny tapestry of guilty pleasures—the kind of tapestry you take down from the wall when uptight relatives come to visit. *** SAMPLE *** She knelt between his legs, his cock in front of her mouth. She gave the underside a lick and said, “Hi, Brandon. I’m Nicole.” “Holy shit,” he said. “I just had a little fight with your neighbor. If it’s okay with you, I’d like to get back at him by putting this inside of me and riding it until you come.” Brandon swallowed and made a small noise. “Or actually, it might piss him off more if you came in my mouth. Would that be okay? Would you like to come in my mouth?” Brandon nodded slowly. “Are you okay?” He nodded again. “I’m going to need some kind of verbal confirmation,” she said, her hand stealing down between her legs and beginning to slide into her moist folds of warm skin. “Say, ‘I want to come in your mouth,’ “ she said. “I want to come in your mouth.” “Good,” she said. “But first, can you help me with something?” She stood up and tilted the top of her pelvis back to expose her labia, which she used her right hand to stroke and then spread slightly. She was so, so wet. “I need you to make me come. I’m usually not so forward but…” She leaned forward, her breasts hanging in front of his face, and whispered in his ear. “… it hurts, Brandon.” She ran the finger over her clit, then back and forth in long, wet strokes along the reddening folds as if to make a point.