It had been a long week, and I was looking forward to a nice, relaxing weekend.

Saturday afternoon my girlfriend Lori called, suggesting an evening at the little fair! Oddly enough, the fair had been on my mind all day. As had Lori. Mere coincidence we both like fair rides? I think not!

Thinking ahead, I decided to clean my car up for some late night post-fair cruisin'. You never know who we might run into! I like my car to be clean, but I also have an aversion to littering, so the floorboard collects some bottles and papers, etc.

Always ridespews are on my mind, and I look for telltale signs of impending uphurlage at the fair. Lori didn't know about my emetophilia, but I see a few signs that she is either slightly emetophobe, or just too much of a "tough girl" to allow herself to throw up, especially (and unfortunately) when I am around!

She seems to have a constitution nearly as tough as mine (just shy of stellite stainless steel) and has never shown any tendencies to motion sickness. She's a perfect ride buddy! And the fun it is to let my friends ride with her, in rides where the occupants can control the vigor and violence of the ride! She keeps it vigorous and violent!

Dark was nearing, and her house was across town, so I left. It was cool, about 60F. The car loved that cool air flowing across its intercooler! It was performing crisply, to say the least!

Lori was waiting as I got to her place. In the car we talked about the week, and how she was ready to make a change from her job at BurgerFling, and get a real job. Evidently her week had been as bad as mine! She looked a bit worn out, but happy to be getting out and doing something. I had the radio up loud, and the music was strong! The few miles back to the fairground melted away quickly. I could tell Lori was in a hot mood, to put it bluntly, there was a good chance of love being made that night! Yes, this evening would be a memorable one!

It was a tough call what to ride first, but the Gravitron won out. The operator made it good, too. Playing loud Rob Zombie, and yelling about how he was going to "run it until someone called Uncle." I managed to get inverted in the seat, making several of the kiddies follow suit! During the ride, Lori put her arm across me, and it felt like lead! The centrifugal force was tremendous...

Time for a funnel cake. And what better way to get in the gritty carnie mood than a Budweiser? Lori declined a beer, saying instead she would like to run to the car for a BC powder, her head was hurting. But she reassured me, she was still good for several more rides! Upon returning, she ate half a funnel cake, a Coke, and one BC aspirin powder.

I won't bore you with the details of all the other rides, except to tell we broke my previous 200 revolution Zipper-flip record! Lori was still going strong, but seemed a little bit slow, or tired. Probably just the long week..

The fair closed at midnight, and we headed out to get a midnight snack at Taco Bell. She said she felt a little strange, and I reached over to rub her back. She felt hot, and a bit sweaty. I asked, "You aren't coming down with anything, are you?" she said maybe a cold or something.

Taco Bell was jumpin' for 12:15am! We both had Chalupas, mine with loads of Fire! Sauce, of course! Lori had a Pepsi with hers, and we shared a bag of sopapillas. It was good chow, I was hungry after such an energetic evening. Little did I know it was far from over!

Lori overheard there was to be a RedneckRumble at the creek crossing tonight (basically two drunken brothers duking it out over who gets to fuck cousin Ethel tonight), so we decided to head there and watch the 'comedy.' No rumble, but on the way back to Lori's house, some idiot in an old Thunderbird got beside us and started motioning for us to stop! I could tell they were a bunch of drunken idiots, so I punched it and left them. After I slowed back down, they came back, and acted aggressive again. I knew if I went to her house, there wasn't much chance of loosing them, so I took the highway, and headed to my place.

This highway was curvy, but had nice paved shoulders. You could (illegally) pass a car safely on the shoulder. I knew better than to go too fast here, but my car does handle well, and I know it handles better than a ragged out 80's T-bird!

The car of hoodlums was on my tail at first, but with each straightaway, I let it all hang out, with all the boost and revs I had! Each time they got farther in the distance...

Lori wasn't her usual talkative self, she seemed to be hanging on to the seat, instead of cheering me on like she always does. Oh well.

Hoodlums out of site, we got to my place. Lori already said she would probably stay the night, (a Good Sign!) We played Nintendo for a while, but her heart wasn't in it. I had been rubbing her back, and giving her plenty of attention, and it was obvious she was a little feverish. She seemed to be burping a lot, but so was I (greasy chalupa!). I finally asked her if she felt alright, and she said she felt a little bit nauseous, but it would pass.

Damn! Should I encourage her to alleviate her nausea the quick way? I did. Her response amazed me. She asked me the best way to make herself puke! "How can I just puke it all back up?"

I was at a loss for words, but managed suggesting the old finger in the throat method. She paused a second, then said "Can you show me?" My heart stopped! Was she serious?

I said "You mean make myself puke?" She said yes. I said "Lori, I feel good now, I don't want to puke..."

She was close to me, and felt of my stomach. "You feel good from the outside too, I wish I felt as good inside as you do outside [giggling]" I gave a halfhearted giggle, but I know she could feel my heart racing! "Can you show me how to puke?" she asked. "Then I can feel good, too!" Whoa! "You want me to stick my finger down your throat, huh?" I asked. "I won't bite, PROMISE [giggling]!" was her reply. And I was the one who had the beer earlier....

She all but pulled me in the bathroom, standing in front of the commode. I didn't know how to comprehend this all, but she was so eager, I couldn't believe it. This gal had all this inside her, and I didn't even know it! We'd been friends for a while...

Sticking your finger down someone else's throat isn't as easy as it sounds. Especially someone with big hands like mine... Her mouth was really warm, it was a neat feeling. Evidently there is a specific spot you have to stimulate to cause productive gagging, and it took me a few seconds of fumbling to find it. I was incredibly hot, but scared at the same time. When I found Lori's gag spot, I thought I had about killed her! Her throat and mouth tightened up around my hand, strongly! I took my hand away, but she said, "Try again, nothing."

So I tried again, holding my hand in against her violent gagging, until I felt her throat open up a little, and up came a loud, "deformed" belch (my hand was in the way) that mingled its greasy chalupa smell with the fragrance of her hair I was smelling. I could feel her hot breath from her nose on my arm.

Next thing I know, she grabbed my arm and shoved my hand deep in her mouth, gagging violently! She held it in, with the first heave, I felt her mouth fill with hot, thick chunks, around my hand! Far hotter than her mouth was... This was running down my arm, but she kept going. I reached my other hand around, to feel her stomach, as she retched. Lori's a pretty strong girl, and with each heave, her abs contracted hard enough I could feel the distinct hard bulges of each individual muscle!

Now she was going on "auto," and let my hand go. My whole arm was a glorious mess of slime, greasy chalupa with vegetable strings, and more yellow/ brown goop! Yes, it smelled but at the time, it was still hot with the heat of her insides, and smelled so much of her very essence! As she continued to relieve herself of her "burden," I reached under her shirt, and rubbed her tummy as she vomited. Her own internal lubricating fluids worked oh, so smoothly lubricating my hand as it followed the contours of her midsection! By "wringing" my "slimed" arm with my other hand, I lubed it up, too for that two-handed bellyrub! Oh, I was unbearably aroused!

As she paused between uploads, I could feel the bubbling of her reverse peristalsis, getting the next wave of chunder into the proper position for ejection. I pressed in on her stomach, to get a better feel, and that made a loud rumble, followed by an immediate heave. Lord, she is strong! I could feel how fast her heart was beating, it was really going!

As suddenly as she had suggested me "helping" her puke, she said "Okay, I need to shower after you rubbed PUKE all over me! [giggling again]" Then she said "You better be ready when I come out of here!... And you KNOW what I mean!"

Yes, I knew! After I washed my arm off, the skin wasn't all dry like I would expect stomach acid to leave it. Instead it was really soft, like conditioner would leave it.

Yes, I was ready after she showered, and yes, her abs and throat aren't the only strong muscles in her body! Seems the pre-sexual warmup had only gotten things limbered up! She was so completely into the feeling, any light touch sent her bowing up against it, and deep pressure was met with a moan of pleasure. Lori has always been "good in bed" but this, my friends, was the most fulfilling night she had ever given me!

We talked for a while about what had happened, as I held her tight. Seems she had been emetophile since gradeschool, after one incident involving a classmate's illness. I could feel her heartbeat returning to a slow, normal speed as she drifted to sleep; so slow it would almost pause as she exhaled. As I was drifting to sleep, she draped her arm across me, just like in the Gravitron... Yep, this weekend had indeed been an adventure!