The more we played with that fantasy and those ideas, the more it began to play out in my mind when we weren’t in bed. I found myself thinking about it while I ran on the treadmill at the gym, or when I was at my desk at work, letting my mind wander to where it wanted. He started to tease me with it often. I’d be rushing to my desk after lunch to grab my ringing phone and it would be him on the other end of the line.
“You sound out of breath Stacey. Hmm… I wonder why that is… did you just fuck someone on your lunch hour?” His voice was always teasing and playful.
I would laugh. “Maybe I did. Maybe I slipped into my bosses office and leaned over his desk and let him fuck my ass to relieve stress after our big meeting this morning.”
“Mmm, I bet you did. I know what a good office slut you can be.”
I smiled to myself thinking back to the time Matt had waited to pick me up late after work and I’d given him a blowjob in the photocopy room.
I’d go home that night and we’d have wild sex, while I made up filthy details of being the office slut. His cock would be hard and pulsing and thrusting hard inside me as I moaned about being naked on my knees under my boss’s desk, sucking his dick all afternoon while he ran conference calls.
Every time I’d push the envelope just a little more by flirting with someone during my day, or noticing the guy at the gym staring at my ass while I did my stretches and it did a lot to fuel our role-playing. Eventually Matt would openly dare me to push fantasy into reality. I think it excited him to know that I ‘might’ do something naughty; even though we both knew in an unspoken way that it would probably never happen. I loved him and I valued our relationship far too much to roll the dice that way. But still, what harm was there in indulging a few harmless fantasies?
When my friend Kendra suggested a ‘girls night’ out at our favourite bar one Friday evening, I hadn’t really thought too much about it.
“Are you going to go out with the guys?” I called to Matt while I was straightening my long blonde hair in the bathroom.
“Uhmm, not sure yet,” he replied. “We might just stay low key and watch UFC or something. Either way, you should cab it. I know you’ll be drunk when you get home.”
“And why are you so sure of that?” I laughed.
“Cause Kendra is a party girl… and let’s face it… a bit of a slut too.” He was lounging in the doorway to the bathroom watching me through the mirror with a smirk. “Speaking of sluts, isn’t that the dirty-girl outfit that I just bought you last month. I thought you were going to wear that when we went out together next week.”
I leaned back to kiss his lips reassuringly. “I’ll still wear it next weekend for you, I promise. But I know Kendra will dress sexy tonight, and I don’t have anything else that’s quite this perfect. Plus this way we won’t have to worry about standing in line or cover charge at the door. One of the many advantages of girls night.” I said with a wink.
“Hmm… free entrance, free cover… and surely lots of free drinks from guys that will be dying to fuck this tight little body,” he came up behind me and ran his hands up under my short black skirt as I wriggled against him playfully. “Just checking to see if you’re wearing panties.”
“I am, as you can plainly see.” I said sticking my tongue out at him in our reflection in the mirror as my skirt slid up over my little red sheer panties.
“I’ll have to check and make sure you’re still wearing them at the end of the night,” he teased slipping a finger inside and running it up the length of my silky smooth slit. “Who knows what kind of trouble you’ll end up getting into.”
“Who knows? Maybe I’ll be a bad girl tonight.”
“I hope so,” he grinned, biting my ear.
“You better be careful,” I had warned him. “One of these days…”
He laughed. “Sure, sure…”
Our playful conversation had been nothing out of the ordinary. Just a little light hearted teasing to start the night and create a little sexual tension that we would surely be releasing later on when I got home. I had every intention of being a good girl until then.
That is, until the cab showed up in front of our apartment building to pick me up. Kendra was wearing a tight pink dress, and was obviously already drunk. She leaned forward to hug me in a blur of long dark hair and I caught the familiar scent of her perfume.
“Look what I have….” she sang in a giddy voice, pressing something into the palm of my hand as the cab started moving again.
I knew what it was before I looked down. I recognized the alert semi-glazed look in her eyes and the feeling of the small square plastic bag in my hand.
“This is sooo not the night I had in mind,” I admonished quickly putting the bag of cocaine into my tiny purse before the cab driver noticed.
“Oh come on,” Kendra cajoled. “Just keep it for later… incase you change your mind.”
I shrugged but didn’t say anything else about it. We had partied that way many times in the past. Kendra was still rolling with that lifestyle regularly, whereas I had settled down when I’d moved in with Matt. I had wanted to leave our old college partying ways behind, and I realized over time that I hadn’t really missed it either.
“You’ve been so busy playing house and being the good girlfriend, you never have any time for meeeee,” she whined, hugging me as we started walking towards the front entrance of the bar. “Let’s just have a fun time tonight like the good old days. Who knows when I’ll get to see you next!”
It was true that my girls’ nights were becoming less and less frequent, as often happened when in the perfect haze of an exciting relationship. But as we walked into the bar, and I heard the dark beats of the music, and felt that vibe of energy and people, I started to remember how much fun it used to be. I loved getting the stares and the attention as we made our way to the bar. There was nothing like two hot girls hand in hand, walking across the room amidst crowds of men and ‘plain Janes’. It felt good to turn heads, and we welcomed the first round of drinks from a group of guys standing nearby. It was the start of a great night. I remember having that feeling, right from the start.
Kendra and I quickly lapsed into our old partying ways. The rhythm of the music was pounding, the heat from the bar, and the people that were dancing under the lights was dizzying and electrifying at the same time. She and I were dancing sexy on the floor together, pressed against each other provocatively as we typically did when we were drunk and riding a great high. I could feel the dampness of my body as I moved to the music, blissfully unaware that we were being watched by a group of guys in the raised VIP section of the bar until Kendra leaned into my ear.
“There’s a group of hot guys up there are motioning for us to join them. Can we… please?”
Kendra was single and always looking to hook up with someone when she was drunk, so of course I obliged her. We made our way up past the sectioned off velvet rope as they quickly cleared some room for us. They were six of them, all attractive and looked to be in their late twenties and early thirties. They were just out on a random guy’s night, but they clearly knew how to party in style. The Grey Goose was flowing and the drinks were being handed to us in never ending liquid supply, and obviously being poured with a heavy hand.