My Erotic Fan Fiction of Dave From the Chipmunks II — It’s Too Darn Hot.

It was hot. Too hot in LA to think about anything but sex with David. I was leaving an important meeting in Santa Monica and could easily say to hell with the rest of the workday. So I picked up my car phone from its sweltering spot on the dash and dialed. I said, “David I can’t work any longer today. I need to see you at the pond.” “Thank heavens you called, I’ve been staring at this sheet music thinking about your thighs.” Wonderful. “I’ll meet you in 20 minutes.” That’s how long it takes to get anywhere. The pond is what we call a small private pool hidden from view on David’s property. Tucked away behind palm trees, birds of paradise, and bamboo. It is always perfectly shaded (from sun and nosy Chipmunks) no matter what time of day… or night.

20 scalding minutes later, I screech into the driveway, Gloria Estefan’s “Rhythm is Gonna Get You” blaring into the oppressive air. I peel the back of my thighs off the red Mazda Miata Convertible’s leather seat. And head back to the pond. David has mixed up frozen strawberry daiquiris and is pouring one into a glass stark naked. His tight little ass, glistening like a ham and looking as tasty as two King’s Hawaiian bread loaves. I lean in for a bite. He gives a small startled grunt, spilling a bit of daiquiri as he spins around.

“Hi hot stuff.” Handing me a frozen glass he kisses me with icy lips. Now that his hands are free, he brings his cold finger tips to the top of my hot pink terry cloth tube top and shorts…