I’ve always been very partial to this picture (sorry it didn’t scan in any better). And over the years I’ve come up with quite a few stories about it. This is the most recent, taking a twist in characters/love interest that sort of just happened while writing it. Since it began to involve a fair bit of sneezing, I decided to add a few elements that seem second nature to my stories now, but that I had never put into them before (because I hadn’t really called this a fetish before I found the Internet). But here goes the latest version of the jeans add story. Interesting what can capture your attention, isn’t it? Well, anyway, Enjoy!
"Well you’re certainly not being very talkative," she said as she checked to make sure that bump they hit a mile back hadn’t done any damage. She bought the bike last week, and he’d been begging to ride it since. She finally agreed, because Charlotte wanted him out of the house for a while. But he had barely said a word to her the entire time.
He mumbled something, and coughed.
Looking up, she raised an eyebrow. "What’d you say?"
He shook his head, looking down, a hand rubbing the back of his neck. "I said I feel lousy. Maybe I’m… think I have a fever?"
She left the bike to go to him, testing his forehead with the back of her hand, her own forehead, then his again. "Looks like that’s a definite possibility."
Sitting down on rock, his legs spread, his arms resting between them, he swore.
She followed him over and, not knowing what else to do, reached out to him. "Just let me hold you. Just let me hold you."
He fell into her arms, lacking the strength to do anything but reach his arms around, holding her tightly. He fed on her for support, for help. That’s what best friends were for.
The scent of rain was in the air.
"Let’s head for under that bridge. Can you ride?"
He nodded, nuzzling the side of his face into her chest, feeling her warmth.
"I’ll drive. Come on."
He spoke softly, but in his usual deep, rough voice. "Just hold me one more minute."
They tensed up to hug each other tightly, body against body. Then, breaking away, he pulled on his helmet, and climbed on behind her, wrapping his arms around her middle.
She sped over, and they got off. "We’ll wait out the storm before returning. I don’t want you getting any worse if I can help it. Char would kill me."
He nodded, lifting his leg, getting off the bike. He pulled off the helmet, leaving it on the seat of the bike. Then he walked over to the wall where the bridge support was, sat down with his legs bent at the knees. He ran the back of his hand under his nose, then sniffed. He swore again. He stuck his arms out, resting each on his knees, then hung his head.
"Let me alone."
"Alone. I feel lousy."
She gave it a last attempt, "Mon cher—"
"Give me a minute!" he growled. "Can’t you see I’m trying not to sneeze?"
Now that he mentioned it, yes, she noticed. His face was all scrunched up, brow furrowing in deep concentration, teeth clenched, two fingers pressed up against his nostrils.
He sighed, relaxing. "There we go—aahhhhh—" he quickly pinched his nose shut, closing his mouth into a thin frown. His nostrils flared against his fingers. He held his breath and closed his eyes.
He relaxed again. "Man, that was close." He sniffed strongly and rubbed the back of his hand under his nose again.
The rain began, softly, slowly at first.
Every few seconds, he would lift his fingers to his nose, close his eyes, and hold back the sneeze. For the most part, he was being, though a few gasps came every so often, bringing him close to it.
The rain began coming down a little harder, and they could hear thunder in the distance.
Just then, he gasped again, "aahhhh…" and his nostrils flared against his fingers, but this time the sensation would not leave. His eyes squeezed shut, body reared back. His hand was lowered. And he sneezed. "AAAHHH-TTTUUCCCHHHH!" He paused a moment, then relaxed, sniffling as he rubbed his hand under his nose again.
He looked up at her. His cheeks and ears were flushed red from embarrassment. Ever so softly he answered, "Thanks SNIFF!"
There was a loud crash of thunder. The rain was almost all they could hear, drowning out his soft sniffles.
She decided to sit down, too, a little ways away from him; it was obvious he wanted to be alone. He was a man of very few words, but every now and then he would close himself off completely to all but her sister Charlotte. This, she could tell already, was one of those times.
The storm lasted forty-five minutes, and as the rain backed off, they again positioned themselves on the bike. They hadn’t said a word the whole time and she could tell he wanted more than anything to be home. Now she could hear him sniffling behind her as she revved up the engine. She decided to try to get home as fast as possible for his sake. "Hold on tight."
They made it home in twenty minutes, walking up the three flights with effort. She opened the door while he leaned on the wall of the hallway with two fingers under his nose. When they got in, he immediately looked around, then called out. "Char?" He coughed. "Char?!" He sounded desperate.
Charlotte stuck her head out of the bedroom a moment, then came padding out wearing uniform, and bare feet. Charlotte was delicate, blonde hair, blue eyes, so skinny that would be a problem if she didn’t eat like a horse. She had muscle to her, enough to carry trays around during the night shift every single night. But she was always in a cheery mood, her soft, calm ways always making the journey through all his tough walls and straight to Dustin’s heart. "Hey, Dustin. How was the ride?"
He sniffed, but didn’t answer.
"You don’t look so good. You ok?"
He shook his head. In an instant, just being around Charlotte turned him from a macho man into a baby. "I think I’m coming down with the sniffles."
She went to him, feeling his forehead. With a nod, "Okay, I want you to get into bed right now."
‘Bed’ for him was a pillow and sleeping bag on the couch. But she led him there, a hand on his back. He got in without any protesting, and she zipped up the sleeping bag for him as he got comfortable.
"There you go. Nice and comfy and warm. Need anything else?"
He shook his head.
"OK, I’ll check on you when I get home from work—" she started back to the bedroom, only to be stopped as he held firm grasp on her arm. "Dustin, Sweetie, I need to finish getting dressed for work."
He looked up at her with his great big puppy dog eyes, pouting.
"Don’t look at me like that. You know I need to."
He sniffed, not saying anything.
"Sweetie, we need the money. You’ll be okay here. Jeanette will take care of—"
Softly, "I want you, Char."
With a sigh, she sat down on the couch beside him. She gently caressed the side of his face. "I’ll be home soon. You know I wouldn’t go if I had a choice."
"You’ll be okay, Sweetie. And I’ll be home before you know it."
He nodded, sniffling. He squeezed up his face, quickly holding his fingers up beneath his nose again.
Charlotte was confused. "What are—"
Jeanette answered, "He’s trying to hold back his sneeze."
Dustin blushed, sinking back into his pillow. Attention, just what he wanted. As if it weren’t bad enough that he was going to sneeze in front of the woman he loved. Suddenly the sneeze came at him and was too strong to stop. "aahhh… ahhh…" His body shook with a gentle, thorough shiver. He froze a moment. Then, "AHHHHH-TIIISHHHH!" which threw him forward, bending at the waist. He leaned back, sniffing, rubbing his hand under his nose.
"Bless you!" Jeanette and Charlotte chanted in unison.
He nodded his thanks, too embarrassed to make eye contact. His nose was already tickling again. He just hated sneezing in front of anyone. It made him look so weak, so vulnerable. He needed to feel in control- over others, but mostly over himself.
She patted his thigh. "You rest here. I think we have some juice or something in the fridge. Stay away from the beer for the night, promise?"
He nodded, with his fingers already back beneath his nose.
She kissed his forehead gently. "I’ll be home at 5. Just tell Jeanette if you want anything. Call me if you need to. Alright?"
He nodded yet again, with another small pout.
She quickly went back and changed, then dashed out the door.
Jeanette sat down in the chair by the couch, and picked up the mail from the coffee table, sorting through it. "Bill… bill… junk… hey, it’s a post card from Ricky!"
She looked over at Dustin. His mouth was wide open. His face was long, his nostrils flaring wide, his eyes closed. He was sitting up straight, chest rising and falling with short, silent breaths. He looked so unlike himself. Dustin was the epitome of manhood. Good with his hands, quick to think, tough, macho, a bit egotistical. He’d hopped around in professions. First a bouncer, then a mover, then a model, then a repairman, and now he was an auto-repair teacher. Jeannette had never seen her sister’s boyfriend look so fragile and sickly. "AHH-AAAHHHHH-TIIICHHHH!"
As his head snapped back, his eyes met hers and looked away, "Don’t stare at me," he whispered, wishing he could have sounded more polite after he said it.
She sighed, looking down at the post card. "Sorry. You wanna hear what Ricky’s up to?"
He shrugged, rubbing his hand under his nose and sniffing. "Why not."
She read it in an upbeat tone. "Hey gang, what’s up? LA couldn’t be more like itself. Parties every night, warm weather, ample opportunities. I’m designing and constructing sets for an upcoming TV movie. Not too high up now, but I’m getting there. Hope life’s good for you all. Call me sometime, Ricky." She sighed. "Nice to know he’s making it, isn’t it?"
He sniffed wetly.
"I’ll get you the tissues from the bathroom. Be right back." She returned, setting them on the coffee table.
He said nothing, but took one, holding it up to his nose. His nose was running, and he needed to blow it, but he couldn’t even think of doing such a thing with her watching. It was bad enough that he couldn’t hold back the sneezes.
She watched him a minute, just holding the tissue there, not quite figuring out what he was trying to do. "Uh, what—"
Looking up at her, he snuffled, "Cad you leave?" He sniffed again, wetly, coughing. "Blease?"
She nodded, taking the rest of the mail. She wished he wouldn’t be so closed off, but he could be like that sometimes. And since he was sick, she would just go along and let him have whatever he wanted. "Fine. Call if you need me. I’ll be in the kitchen." Jeanette headed over, hearing him blowing his nose powerfully as soon as her back was turned. She had a TV dinner and a beer while reading a magazine, and listening to continuous sneezing, sniffling, and blowing from the living room. She hadn’t realized how much he’d been holding back the whole time. She wondered why it embarrassed him so much.
When she finished, she checked up on him. He was lying on his side, a tissue in his hand, sniffling constantly. He coughed a few times, wincing at the pain.
So she raided the fridge, finding a pitcher of orange-pineapple juice in the back. She poured him a glass, going out to set it on the table beside him. "Some juice for you. It’ll help to keep those fluids going. Let me know if you want more."
He nodded, taking it, sipping it.
In the silence, she figured she’d try to say something. "Want anything to eat?"
He shook his head.
"Well… then I’m going to clean up in the kitchen and then head off to bed. Wake me if you need me. D’accord, mon cher?"
He nodded. She only used French with him when she was worried about him. She respected his space, his ways, but it always let him know her heart was with him. So he answered as best he could with his stuffy nose, "D’accord. Sniff Bon nuit." And he rolled over on his other side.
She sighed, whispering, "Feel better."
* * *
Dustin was busy still trying to fall asleep when Charlotte walked in the door at five in the morning. She was tired of being on her feet all night, and kicked off her shoes at the door, dropping her coat there as well. Dustin rolled over towards her, opening his eyes, smiling, and raising a hand in a wave.
Charlotte giggled, going over to him. He scooted over on the couch to give her a little room. She sat down, placing her hand on the side of his face and rubbing his cheek gently with her thumb. "Good morning, Sweetie. Sleep at all?"
He shook his head. "Do. Add dow by dose is all stuffy."
She bent over and kissed his nose. "Poor thing. Why don’t you come to bed with me?" She hadn’t skipped a beat, indicating that she’d been thinking about it all night.
He paused a moment. "You sniff really want me to?"
She nodded. "Please. Maybe it’ll help you get a little sleep."
Dustin didn’t need to be asked twice. He struggled to get on his feet, shivering at the cold in the sparsely-heated apartment. So she picked up his sleeping bag, wrapping it around his shoulders. He was a little unsteady, a little dizzy, but she walked slowly there with him.
"Do you want the inside or the outside?" she asked, referring to the side of the bed against the wall or away from it. She took his sleeping bag and added it to the blankets already on her bed.
"Um sniff outside I guess." He usually slept on the outside, since she loved being squeezed up against him and the wall.
"You sure? I don’t mind."
"Ok, you get in and get comfy. I’ll change and be there in a second."
He did, shivering at the cold sheets. He pulled the covers up all the way to his chin.
Charlotte changed and retrieved the tissue box and a glass of water for him. Then she climbed over in carefully, tucking the blankets around them both.
"You comfortable, Dustin?"
He nodded, turning on his side to face her. "Very cobfy. Sniff Thadks." He instinctively put his arm around her waist as he always did when they slept together. But this time, he was surprised at what he found there. His hand felt silk. He moved it up, feeling the sleek, soft material trace tightly over her gentle, perfect curves. Then he felt it tightly over her breasts, running his fingers over the lace that signaled the low cut. "You sniff didn’t have to sniff wear this for be."
She smiled. "It’s your favorite. The black one. I thought you could use some cheering up."
He kissed her cheek, wishing he could kiss her lips. "You are absolutely studdidg. Thadk you."
"Really? So you like it?"
He nodded. Suddenly he felt that familiar tickle in his nose. He sniffed, hoping it would go away. But no such luck. He took his other hand out just in time to hold back a deep "aaahhh!" that was nearly a strong sneeze right on her. As if sneezing weren’t embarrassing enough, sneezing on her, without being able to stop or control himself would be absolutely mortifying. He rubbed his fingers under his nose and sniffed again, strongly. It backed off thankfully.
"You know," she said softly. "You don’t have to do that."
He felt like looking away, feeling quite embarrassed, but somehow the sparkle in her beautiful blue eyes held his attention.
"When you get that feeling that you have to sneeze, Dustin, then sneeze. I really don’t mind."
His cheeks burned red. "But, I’b, uh…"
"Embarrassed. I know, Sweetie. But you don’t have to be around me. I think you look incredibly cute and sexy when you sneeze." She sighed. "Dustin, do you remember that night months and months ago when we stayed up all night talking? I said you could ask me anything… and one of the things I confessed to you was that I have a fetish. Do you remember?"
"And I said it wasn’t very typical, and it embarrassed me, but that, when the time came, I’d tell you what it was?"
He nodded again.
She took a very deep breath. "Well, here goes. Dustin, Sweetie, I… have a fetish for sn…" she suddenly couldn’t say the word. Her own cheeks went red and she turned and buried her face in the pillow.
"Sneezing?" he hazarded guess.
She nodded and whimpered with her face still in the pillow.
"Char? You ok?"
She shook her head.
"Dod’t be ebarrassed."
She whimpered again.
"Ok, fide. If you’re goidg to stick your head id a pillow, I guess I’ll have to talk. Sniff. So… your fetish is sdeezing."
She whimpered at just the mere mention of the word.
"So… whed I sdeeze, you get turded od?"
She nodded, looking up. "It’s the most incredible feeling in the world. Your sn… you are so amazingly sexy when you…" She still couldn’t say it.
Still trying to get it straight in his mind, "You bead, every tibe I sdeeze add get so ebarrassed because I thidk I look so horrible add weak add all, add you actually like it?"
"It’s the sexiest thing ever. You are so irresistible."
"So… what does it do to you exactly? Does it get you hot?"
She nodded vigorously. "Beyond that. Sweetie, if you were to… well… a few times on me… I would… well let’s just say that I’d reach ‘that point’ without any help at all."
His mouth dropped open. "Just by watchig be sdeeze?"
She nodded. "That’s right."
"Wow… how did you get to be like this?"
She shrugged. "Overactive motherly instinct? I don’t know. I can’t remember a time when I didn’t like… it… I’ve always been turned on by it. I nearly lost it when I found out you had the sniffles. Ooohhhh Sweetie. Your sneezes…"
Chuckling, "You said it."
He kissed her cheek. "You said the word ‘sdeeze’ fidally."
"It’s ok. Thadk you sniff, sniff for tellig be."
She nodded. "Thank you for not laughing. I was scared you might not take it so well."
He shrugged. "I was scared you sniff were goig sniff to sniff brig out livestock or sniff leather whibs or sniff, sniff sobethig."
She giggled. "Nothing so kinky, I’m afraid."
"Oh, I dod’t dow," he snuffled. "I thidk we could bake it sniff bledty kidky."
She giggled again. "You sound so adorable like that."
He felt a tickle build in his nose. "Aahhh…ahhhhhh!" and quickly pressed his fingers up against his flaring nostrils from habit.
He felt her shudder against him, and opened his eyes to see her gasping silently, and to feel her legs wrapping around his body.
He sniffed, remembering that she wanted him to sneeze.
She reached out to him, gently rubbing his wrist, in signal that she wanted him to lower his hand if he felt comfortable enough with it.
He hesitated, feeling a little scared still.
"You… don’t have to. I don’t… want to hurry you. I’ll be… ok…" she panted.
With his hand shaking, he lowered it, letting the sneeze come naturally. He had to put both his hands under his body to keep himself from reaching up and stopping it. "Aaahhhh… aaaaaahhhhhhhh…" He couldn’t resist that helpless, out of control feeling the deep breaths gave him, and pulled out one hand to hold it back again. He sighed, rolling his eyes at himself. "I’b… sorry…" he said to her.
She shook her head, running her hands under his shirt, digging them into his chest. "Don’t be sorry. You’re not ready. You… mmmm… you don’t have to be."
He saw the look of ecstasy in her eyes and said softly. "Char?" He swallowed, and sniffed. "Hold by hads."
She narrowed her eyes. "What?"
"Hold theb. Dod’t let be stob the sdeezes frob cobig."
"Blease, Char? It’s dot goig to habbed if you dod’t hold theb for be."
She took one in one hand, and gently, lovingly, brought the other down from his nose, holding it in hers. She linked hands with his, their fingers intertwined, their sweaty palms against each other’s.
He shivered, taking in a deep breath. "aaahhhh!" He tried to pull his hands away, but she held them both tightly. He felt himself tense up. He suddenly regretted asking her to do it. He wanted to tell her to let go, but he couldn’t talk. He hated this; it was torture. It was worse than torture. As much as he loved Charlotte, nothing was worth this helpless, horrible feeling and having her seeing him in it. He froze with the sensation, mouth dropping into a frown, eyes closing tightly. He had to stop it. He wanted more than anything to stop it. He pulled one hand with all his might. He actually managed to free it, but only got it up halfway before his whole body shook, convulsing with force for a strong, "AAHHHHHH-TTTUUUCHHHHHH!"
She moaned. Her back arched. She throbbed against him as never before.
He watched and felt in amazement as Charlotte reached her orgasm against him.
When she was finished, shaking gently, happily, she looked up at him. He had tears running from the corners of his eyes.
"Oh, Sweetie…" she whispered as he began to cry. "I’m so sorry. I’m so so sorry. I shouldn’t have pushed you into that. I shouldn’t have made you do that. It’s all my fault." She wiped his tears away with the corner of the sheet.
He sniffed. "I… I…"
"Hush, Sweetie. You don’t have to say anything. It’s all my fault. I am sooo sorry." She brought his head to her breasts, coddling him as he cried against her.
He shook his head, sniffing, trying to compose himself. He took a few deep breaths and calmed down. "I’b sniff sorry."
She shook her head. "You have nothing at all to be sorry for."
She took his hand and led it down, under her panties, guiding it to her…
He gasped; in all their months together he had never known her to be so wet. "You bead that’s frob… hearig just ode sdeeze?"
"From hearing just one of your sneezes." She kissed him. "And you don’t ever have to do that again. I’m so sorry I pushed you. You weren’t ready at all."
He bit his lip. "I guess it wasd’t too bad… dow that it’s over. Do you thidk you could… you know… agaid, if I sdeezed agaid?"
She sighed, sounding pleased. "Maybe. But don’t. You hated it. I could tell. I don’t want you to go through that again for me."
He took his one hand and linked it with hers. With his other, he rubbed her quickly. She gasped, thrusting herself against him with a dull, pleased groan. He kept rubbing, feeling her legs tremble, her body rock.
Dustin felt another sneeze.
This time, he tried as best he could to think of how much pleasure she got from it. He forgot about feeling weak, helpless, frozen, caught and controlled. And he just let it come, trying his best to squeeze her hand rather than pull it away. His other hand rubbed faster, giving himself the control over her that he needed. Concentrating on her, and only her, his body tensed. "AAAhhhhhh…" and pushed him against her as her body pulsated against his. "AAHHHHH-TTTIIIIISSSHHHHHHUUUHHHH!"
She screamed into his chest. Falling weakly against him, shaking and panting from the greatest orgasm yet.
With the only strength she had left, she pulled down his pants, helping him out of his boxers. He pulled down her silk underwear, his hand literally soaked. She helped deposit them on the floor. He shivered and she smiled, wrapping her arms around him. They turned so she was on her back. He held himself up, his hands on either side of her.
He slid in so easily, moaning at the feeling, and she only held him tighter. Her back arched, pushing her body upward as he pulled out halfway, her breasts brushing against his chest.
He sniffed, realizing that his nose was running now that he was hanging his head down. He sniffed, trying to control it, and suddenly realized that he had just helped a sneeze form.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh Dustin!" she whispered, as he lost control again. Her hands reached down to his rear, pushing it towards her gently, making him begin to pump. His instincts took over as he took her. His face fell, gasping for breath, arms losing strength. And altogether it happened.
He orgasmed powerfully inside her as she orgasmed, too, shaking like crazy from pure force, pure joy. Their bodies pulsated and throbbed together as one.
He collapsed against her, pinning her down, giving him control even from lying there helplessly as he slowed.
Finally, he rolled off her, panting.
She covered him with delicate kisses.
"Charlotte…" he panted, closing his eyes.
"Y-yes, Dustin?" she was just as out of breath as he.
"How… how was that… sniff… hubadly bossible?"
She coughed and took a deep breath. "I don’t know… have you ever felt anything so amazing in your whole life?"
"No… sniff… SNIFF! Never…"
"Thank you, Dustin. Thank you…"
He sighed. "No, Char sniff Thadk you."
She kissed him on the lips, getting him in a tight hug. "Some case of the sniffles, huh?"
He laughed, nodding. "You dow," he said, wrapping his arms around her. "They say the secod day always has the bost sdeezig id it."
She cuddled up to him, closing her eyes. "I’m sure you’re not too thrilled about that."
Closing his eyes as well, "Of course I ab, if I get to stay id bed all day with you."
She sighed happily. Sneezing or not, she wanted to be there for him when he wasn't feeling well. "That, my Sweet, is exactly what I had in mind."
They kissed again and then settled into a deep sleep in each other’s weak, but protective, loving arms.