After our disastrous tribunal hearing, I’d tried to cheer up Jay with a little fun in the car down at the prom. It was only a temporary fix and back to reality and the mundanity of life the next day. Until I decided to invite a few friends back after work. That “few friends” turn into an incredibly eventful party.
***”How about this one?” Said jay.
Saturday morning we’d decided to trawl the shops in the area, armed with a notepad and pen. We were searching through the advert board in the local Post Office.
We hadn’t spoken about our evening in the car park down at the prom. After arriving home, we’d just fallen into bed. Jay had been so engrossed in me, that he was clueless as to my casual exhibitionism. I’d ran the scene over and over in my head. By the time we’d fallen into bed, I was well and truly ready to be fucked again. Jay wasn’t as into it; well men aren’t, are they, so soon after? He’d given up on trying to come inside me and sucked the life out of my clit instead. I didn’t raise any objection.
“It’s a lot more than we’re paying right now,” I observed.
“I know, but we’ve only got three weeks and six days.”
“Well, write it down and we can give them a ring.”
Jay jotted the number down, then put his arm around me. My love for him flooded my chest as he spoke. “We’re going to be okay, aren’t we?”
I looked up at him; he looked down at me; we looked into each other’s souls as a comforting warmth crept through my skin. “So long as we don’t panic, yes.”
We stocked up on a phone box full of two-pence coins at the Post Office counter and walked out. As we walked down the street, the familiar sight of a bright red, glass-panelled box came into view. “Let’s make some of those calls now.” I agreed; after all, we wanted as little eavesdropping on our conversations as possible.
Being less than three-feet square on the inside, with much of the horizontal space displaced by the telephone and coin box enclosure, and the handy but annoying shelf, it was a cosy fit for two of us. It was impossible to avoid a little frottage. People walked past in either direction, unable to help peering in at these two hippy-looking ‘kids’ in a glass box. I could feel Jay’s manhood swelling against my belly. Well, I imagined it as my mind hurtled back twelve hours to the car park. Images of us naked in this red framed, glass box, flashed through my mind; me sat on the shelf while Jay shagged my brains out as an audience gathered around, gawping in at us. My focus now solely centred on my lips swelling inside my knickers.
Jay pushed two-pence into the phone slot as the first dialled number from our list answered, and my Freudian imagination took me in a different direction. It had been a bit of a struggle to dial as we were facing each other in a box that was decidedly smaller on the inside than the outside. And in 1978, we dialled by using, well, a dial, of course. No push buttons or touch-screens in those days.
“Hello. I’m ringing about the bedsit you have advertised.”
I couldn’t help myself. My hand slid between us and found its way to the low relief shape in Jay’s jeans.
“Yes! That’s the one,” he squeaked into the phone. He pushed my hand away while the other person spoke. “Yes. Mine is twentieth of April nineteen-fifty-four, and my girlfriends is February…”
I couldn’t understand the woman at the other end, but I heard her voice raising such that I knew it was a woman.
“What do you mean, unmarried couples? This is nineteen…” He didn’t finish the sentence because the line had gone dead. He slammed the phone down. He spoke in a fake old woman’s voice. “Sorry love. This is a respectable house. I don’t accommodate unmarried couples.”
“What a stuck-up bitch. At least Mallory is okay with tenants living over the brush.”
“I suppose she’s got to have some redeeming features.”
“Shall I try the next one?”
“Aye. Go ‘ead.” He scratched off the number he’d just called. We shuffled around to swap places and I managed to give his cock a stroke again.
“Will you fucking stop it! We’re in a glass box, for fuck’s sake!” He sounded a bit angry, but he might have been faking it.
The next three numbers didn’t answer. The fourth one answered. “Six-four-one-nine!”
I summoned my poshest doctor’s receptionist voice, but with a smile. “Hello six four one nine. I’m calling about the flat you have.”
“Warren Road?” the man asked.
“That’s the one.” He asked where I’d seen the advert. “In the post office.”
“Smashing love. So, you know the rent is five-fifty a week and we can’t accommodate pets.”
“Yes, I do.”
“Name?”
“It’s for Sandra Terry and Jay Parkinson.”
“Living in sin, eh?”
“Is that a problem?”
“Not for me, darling. Dates of birth?”
“Mine is twentieth of February, nineteen-fifty-eight and Jay’s…”
“Sorry love. Got to stop you there. Over twenty-fives only.” I heard the handset drop and the man curse. “Fucking time wasters!” The line went dead.
“What?” Asked Jay.
“Doesn’t want vibrant young people in his flat.”
“Stuck up twat!”
“Jay Parkinson!”
“What? I’m pissed off already.”
“Your turn.” Any excuse to repeat the shuffling, rubbing up, and unreciprocated groping. Jay scrabbled to turn away from me and write in the notebook. I slid my arm around him as he dialled the last number on the list and I slid my hand into his waistband and down to his reluctantly stiffening prick. He slapped my hand.
“Jesus fucking Christ!” he yelled and would have doubled over had his head not landed on the shelf. I pulled my hand out.
“What?”
“I just whacked myself in the balls, you bitch!” I really couldn’t help the snigger. “Not funny!”
Valiantly, he composed himself and stood as upright as his vestigial discomfort would allow, as he picked up the handset to dial the last number. After thirty seconds, he slammed the handset back down.
“Oh, well. Let’s continue the expedition.” I said.
***We experienced much the same reactions with the next few phone calls. We encountered either the old fogeys who believed everyone under the age of thirty to be a pot-smoking drunkard, or the self-appointed moral guardians of the universe. By about two in the afternoon, we’d just about had enough. I had to be at work by seven and needed a bit of a sleep after my keeping Jay awake.
“I need a bit of sleep before work after being awake much of the night,” I said to Jay.
“Your own frigging fault.”
“Doesn’t matter whose fault it was.”
“We should have slept in. This search was a waste of time.”
“Never a waste of time. We could have caught the one who would offer us our dream home.”
“Mm!” Jay didn’t hide his cynicism.
We arrive back a little before three with a couple of bags full of shopping. No sooner were we in the door than I dropped the bed down, ready for a snooze.
“I’ll go have a coffee with Ted, or Dennis if I must. Then I’ll cook for us. Give you an hour or two.”
“You’re so sweet.”
“Any sweeter, and I’d be a jar of honey.”
“Well, you’re my honey.”
“You’re so corny! You know that?”
“What? Horny?”
He walked out with the shopping we’d just bought, without responding.
I stripped to my underwear and climbed into bed. Before I realised, my hand was inside my knickers exploring my fanny. I was still fantasising about the night before.
***Jay woke me up with a perfect cup of coffee.
“It’s half-five,” he said. “Here’s some coffee to wake you up and I’ll bring dinner up in a minute.”
“God, you’re gorgeous.”
“I know.” He walked back out.
I was bursting for the toilet, so I took a chance and ran out in my underwear. The bathroom was just at the top of a half flight of stairs, which were directly opposite our door. After all, it was just underwear; just like a bikini, only less revealing. Besides, I still felt a little naughty.
Relieved, I flushed and washed my hands; realising that I hadn’t brought a towel up, I had to flap my hands to flick off the excess water. My grip on the round door knob was slippery, but it opened, just as the girl from the flat above us reached the top step. She was probably a little older than I was, blonde with sapphire eyes. While hers was slimmer that my fuller figure, she was not skinny. She wore a not-to-be-messed-with business suit.
“Hi, Sandra.” She said, as if nothing was different about me. I’d no idea how she knew my name since we’d never had a conversation.
“Oh, hi, erm…”
“Suzie.”
“Yes. Suzie. Hi.”
She walked past and up the top flight to her own bedsit.
I reached the next-to-last step as Dennis pulled open his door. I hesitated in surprise, and he stared straight at my tits.
“Christ, San. You’ll give us all palpitations running around that state.”
“Keep dreaming!” I laughed as I walked through our door. Dennis was the last person I would wish to be ogled by while in my scanties. I turned back and called to him as he reached the top of the stairs. “Hey, pop in for a drink when I get back from work.”
He half turned. “If you promise to dress like that.”
“Fuck off, Dennis. You’ve seen enough of this body today. Offer’s there. Going to make the most of this place while we still can.”
“Was that you and Dennis I just heard?” I’d just finished my coffee when Jay walked back in with our dinners on a tray.
“Yeah. He caught me coming back from the toilet, like this.” I swept my hands down in front of me.
“Risqué!”
“Well, I couldn’t wait. Anyway, asked him in for a drink when I come home tonight. Don’t mind, do you?”
“Nah. Not got to get up for anything tomorrow.”
“Enjoy your chat with Ted?” I asked.
“Yeah. Interesting. We were talking about hypnosis and what you can do with it.”
“Tell me about it,” I muttered.
“What?”
“Erm. Yes. Tell me about it.”
“I’ll tell you tomorrow. Let’s eat. You’ve got to go soon, and you’ve got to get dressed as well.”
“Might just go to work like this.”
“Some of those old gits would have a stroke.”
“They could try.” We both laughed at that. “Imagine the tips I’d get, though.”
“Tips of what?” We giggled again.
I didn’t go to work in my undies. I wore a pale blue, lightweight dress that buttoned up the front with a blue cardie over the top. That way, I could persuade Jay to drop me off because it was so cold “I’d freeze my tits off.” I dumped the insurance knickers and armoured bra in favour of a pretty but respectable purple lacy ensemble.
***The evening was slow to start, but the pub filled up about nine o’clock with all the usuals and some less familiar. One young lad seemed to be celebrating his birthday. By the time Jay called in for a drink, after a couple of hours of cabbing, I had learned the names of most newbies drinking with the regulars.
“Have you met Bennie?” Jay stood at the bar with the drink he’d just bought.
“I think I might have seen you once or twice. I’m Jay, her better half.” Jay held out his hand. Bennie’s reticent hand finally met Jay’s, and they shook.
“Bennie’s celebrating his eighteenth. Thursday gone.”
“Oh, happy birthday.”
“Thanks, man.”
“He’s some relative of Storm’s,” I informed Jay.
“Second cousin, or first cousin once removed, or something like that.” Bennie was a bit flummoxed.
“You don’t seem to be that pissed for an eighteenth,” Jay observed.
“No. Well, I don’t like it much and I still live with my ma. She doesn’t like me getting drunk, or alcohol at all. She’s a Methodist.”
“Didn’t know they were teetotal.”
“Ha. Supposed to be.” Bennie held up his pint.
“Well, come to ours after closing time for an illicit drink,” I butted in. Jay shot me a look.
“We getting served here or what, love?”
“Yes, you are. And it’s Sandra too you, you cheeky sod.” I left Jay talking to Bennie. When I returned, they had gone to sit with the crowd.
By the time we had thrown everyone out, it was not just Bennie that was joining us at home. It felt like we’d invited half the pub. Well, an impromptu party wasn’t going to turn Mallory against us any more, was it? The car was pretty packed on the way back. Someone had even volunteered to ride in the boot. Eight people, not counting Jay and me, got out of that car when we stopped outside Mallory’s. I’d ended up on Storm’s knee on the front seat, to Jay’s displeasure. As we pulled up, I spotted a couple of motorbikes already parked up.
Everyone was on strict instructions to tip-toe past the Battle-axe’s door; Little Dave and Steph volunteered to make sure the front door closed quietly when everyone was in.
It struck me that there was an awful lot of booze appearing. Did they all carry a spare bottle or two with them just in case someone invited them to a party? Or was there an all-night off-licence down the road that I didn’t know about? I certainly didn’t remember any of them buying up our stock at the pub; and at bar prices, I was not surprised. I didn’t ask anyone.
Everyone settled with a drink, even young Bennie. Good music played and everyone chatted. Until, Bang! Bang! Bang! On the door. I knew who it was.
“Turn that damn music off and get this riff-raff out,” she shouted, as I opened the door. Standing on the landing in a dressing gown and pink fluffy slippers was Mrs Malory, the landlady. I barely held in the laugh when I noticed the hairnet that was holding in her rollers.
Big Dave eased me aside. “What are you going to do, bitch? Evict them? Fuck off back to your lair.”
“Wait and see what I’m going to do!” She flounced away and almost knocked Suzie down the stairs as they passed each other.
“Hey, Suzie!” I called loud enough for Mallory to hear. “Come in for a drink.” Suzie looked very different from earlier. Clothed in a royal blue cocktail dress that hugged her curves, she had transformed from an estate agent to a vamp.
“Yes. Do come in.” Big Dave’s voice was seductive. Suzie accepted the invitation as Dennis poked his head out of his room. “I’m Dave. They call me Big Dave because this here,” he put his arm around Little Dave’s shoulders and pulled him in close, “is Little Dave.” Little Dave cringed at the epithet. Dennis locked up and joined the party.
“Nice to meet you both.”
“And I’m Steph. His girlfriend.” Steph appeared to have felt a little threatened by the attractive woman’s presence, though why I didn’t know. Steph was a stunning beauty, but would never accept it. She wore a figure-hugging, maxi-length, jersey dress that emphasised her slender figure, shapely arse and breasts that many women, including me, would give both arms to possess. It was the sort of dress designed to look fabulous over a body devoid of underwear. However, Steph never left the house without her heavily engineered bra and nana-knickers, that were so obvious under the material.
I introduced everyone apart from the girl in the corner, whose name I hadn’t discovered. I had only met her once, and that was tonight. “Lisa.” The young girl said.
“You were on the floor in the back of the car.”
“Yeah.”
“Are you even old enough to be drinking that?” I asked.
“Yeah. Well-old enough, cheeky cow.”
“This cheeky cow lives here. So careful with the attitude! And who are you, anyway?”
“I’m her sister’s mate.” She pointed at Julie, my fellow barmaid.
“You know this one, Jules?”
“Oh, yes. Sorry. That’s Lisa. I should have told you.”
I sidled up to Julie and lowered my voice. “I’ll forgive you. But she’s got a bit of an attitude.”
“Yes, sorry. Rough family life. Our Deb’s mate from school.”
“Will you keep an eye on her?” She agreed, and she did keep an eye on Lisa. Julie watched Lisa get steadily drunk; she watched her flirt with everything she imagined had a dick. Well, I only asked her to keep an eye on her.
As I left Julie, a familiar aroma drifted around the room. Big Dave came up behind me and passed a joint round my head to hover in front of my face. I turned around. “Not a good idea for me, thanks.”
“Oh, go on. Just a little toke.”
“No! Really.” I had begun to realise recently that cannabis made me flirty and often rather horny. So, I was reluctant when in company such as those that had accepted our hospitality.
He took a massive draw and exhaled as he spoke. “Go on. A bit won’t harm you.”
With little option but to breathe, the second-hand smoke drew me in. I took the spliff and pulled on it, holding in the intoxicating fumes. My brain floated on a calm sea of euphoria – the way I always imagined an out-of-body experience felt like. The stress of being almost homeless drifted from me and dissipated into the room. As the joint filled my lungs with smoke, my heart filled with love for everyone around me. A warm glow grew deep inside, below my belly button, the warmth spread to fill my whole pelvic basin. It was such a bad idea in this sexually-charged atmosphere with flirty women I didn’t know, and some I did, to compete with. As I bellowed the smoke from my lungs, Lisa had approached. She stopped, took the joint from my hand and sucked in her own smoke.
“Fuck! That’s good.” She said, passing it back to me. “Where’s the bog?”
“One facing you at the bottom of the stairs down, and one at the top of the up ones,” I offered. She walked away without a thank-you. I got a good look at her for the first time; She was petite, being a few inches shorter than me, and I was no giant. Her loose-fitting Fleetwood Mac t-shirt hid her upper curves, but the tight jeans displayed an arse to die for.
I looked at Big Dave, looked at the joint, looked at Big Dave. “Let me…” I said, turning the joint around and taking the burning end in my mouth. Dave welcomed the blow back. Jay glared from across the room. Why, I don’t know, because he knew Big Dave was no threat; I never go back for seconds and he was ancient history. My ex took the joint back and returned the compliment. As the smoke forced into my lungs, the glowing made me feel like a bitch in heat.
I walked over to Jay and gave him a reassuring kiss. He, too, offered me a joint that someone had passed to him. I felt as if any more of that and I would have thrown him to the floor and fucked his brains out in front of everyone. I offered him a blow back instead. As I drew away, I spotted the birthday boy standing alone. As I approached, holding the joint towards him, he shook his head, recoiling like I’d offered him a viper. “You don’t, eh?”
“No, I never have.”
Looking at Bennie, I noted he was quite cute in a nervous virgin kind of way. I couldn’t help myself and my free hand reached up to hold his face. I drew him in close, pulled his head down, and spoke into his ear. “You mean never smoked or never fucked?” Poor kid looked terrified as I placed a seductive kiss on his forehead.
I turned and spotted Jay. His cheeky grin warmed my heart, which missed a beat as he shook his head at me. Without words, he was calling me a teasing bitch. I so loved that man.
Lisa returned at that point and looked straight at Jay as she shut the door behind her. She could see who Jay had grinned at and stomped straight up to him. She said something that I couldn’t hear, and I never learned the art of lip reading. I expect she was introducing herself to the most attractive man in the room, since Jay offered her his hand, which she took and held while she pointed towards Julie. She kept hold of it and placed it on her cheek for a moment, then let it go. The cheeky little minx then grabbed Jay’s arse, running her hand up and down. She pulled his head down and whispered something before kissing him on the lips and walking away to chat up someone else. While it irritated the hell out of me, it was still hot to watch with that much dope in me. It’s nice to know that your man is that attractive to other women.
“What was that about?” I asked as I reached Jay.
“Nothing, really. Just chancing her arm, or tits or whatever she offering.”
“What? What did she say?”
“First she said something like ‘you’re fucking handsome.’ Well, actually, first she introduced herself, then she said that. Then she groped my arse.”
“And the whisper?”
“She said, I’ll shag you before the night’s out. Honestly, she won’t.”
“Oh, I know she won’t.”
“She’d harmless. Just a kid.”
I turned my head to find her and spotted her muscling in on a conversation Big Dave and Suzie were having. I pulled her aside.
“See him?” I pointed at Jay. “That’s Jay.”
“I know! We just introduced ourselves.” The attitude was still there. Suzie sidled away.
“Well, that’s my fiancé and we have an understanding, and that understanding doesn’t involve him fucking little embryos like you. So, you are no threat to our relationship, but are far too childish to realise it. He wouldn’t fuck you if you stripped naked right in front of him and spread your legs. But if you try anything on with him again, or my mate Little Dave,” I pointed in his direction, “or any other attached man, that woman over there,” I pointed at Steph, “and I will frog march you out there and throw you down those stairs, catch up with you on the middle landing and throw you down the rest. Get it?”
Lisa nodded and a flash of fear crossed her eyes. I stormed away. That blow made me aggressive as well, apparently. And aggression made me horny. So, by now, I was doubly horny. Just to mark my territory, I made a bee-line to Jay and snogged him. This was a surprise to us both, since most parties seemed to involve us flirting with other people and making each other hotter than rabbits in season. I turned and smirked at Lisa. She was no competition! Suzie however…
***I snuck out to use the toilet, bumping into Larry on the landing. “I haven’t said hello to you,” I said. Raising up on to my toes, I gave him a kiss – it was just a friendly peck on the lips. I’d never fancied Larry that much, but I still felt a brief flutter below; damn those drugs!
“You said hello in the pub.”
“That’s different. You’re a customer there. You’re a mate here.”
“Okay. Hello.” He kissed my lips again. Not a sexy get-your-kit-off sort of kiss, but it was still welcome and added to the fanny-fluttering.
“Got to go. I’m bursting.” I turned to go, but stopped. “And no pissing out of the window tonight.”
“Spoil-sport.”
I went upstairs to the top bathroom. With my dress bundled up around my waist, I emptied my bladder. I stared down at the knickers around my ankles, pondering what to do next, my brain confused because of the alcohol and Mary-Jane. I realised that I needed to do something with toilet paper, so I reached around and allowed the final drain of pee to leave me when…
“Fuck! Shit! I… I’m.” I felt excitement ripple through me as I saw Bennie, not so much terror, but horror in his eyes, unable to move, looking straight at my dribbling undercarriage. “So ss-sorry.” He turned to the door.
“It’s okay. You’re not the first and won’t be the last.” Maybe not even the last tonight, I thought. “Just wait there.” He escaped through the door. “You don’t have to leave.” He pulled it closed behind him. “I’m finished now. Hang on.” I dried, flushed, and made myself decent again. Catching my reflection in the mirror, and realised I was still wearing the cardigan. “Sandra Terry, you look like a fucking virgin,” I muttered. I pulled off the cardigan, looked at my tits and thought I could lose the bra as well.
“You still waiting?” I called through the door as I pulled off my bra.
“Erm, yes. Don’t rush I…”
“I’m almost finished. Come in. I’m decent now.” I just fastened the top button as he stepped in, too scared to defy me, leaving the door a little ajar. “Grab these,” I instructed, as I passed him the bra and the cardie. He stared at the bra as if he’d never seen one before. “I’m sure you’ve seen a bra before,” I teased.
“Oh. Yes. Of course.”
I washed my hands, then realised there was no towel. I looked around, found the only thing available, and dried them on my cardigan. “That the first fanny you’ve ever seen?”
“What? No! Really. I didn’t…”
“Yes, you did. Well, is it?”
“No. I mean…”
The red rose from his neck. He tried to turn his face away, but there was nowhere to escape.
“I mean in the flesh. I don’t mean in magazines.”
“Yeah. No! Of course not.” His face shone crimson. He must have felt the heat. Maybe not like the heat I felt.
“You’re so sweet, you know.” I caught my reflection in the mirror over the sink. “Jesus. I still look like a nun.” The dress was ideal for work but not the sort I would wear to a party on most occasions; it was not about to turn any heads or stir any cocks. I released the top two buttons and opened up the neckline. “Is that better?” I turned to face him again.
“Oh, erm. Yes. Very nice.”
“Nice? Is that all? Not enough is it.” I turned to the mirror, let another button go, opening up the neck a bit more and stroked my nipples, giving them a gentle pinch to complete the effect. I turned to Bennie, whose eyes were now wide enough to shame an owl. “Better?”
“You look…” He couldn’t finish, his eyes glued to my tits and prominent nipples.
“You can say I look gorgeous, you know.”
His eyes flicked up to my face. “Ye… Ye… yes. You look,” he hesitated. I cocked my head. “erm… gorgeous?”
“That was easy, wasn’t it? Still not enough, though, is it?” I unfastened two more buttons. By that time, Bennie’s eyes were each as wide as the Mersey Tunnel. As I pulled open the top of the dress, he stared at my chest, anticipating a glimpse of my exposed nipples. They remained covered, though.
I reached up and stroked his cheek. “You know, you’re a handsome-looking boy. You’ll be a stunning-looking man who will see lots of naked women. Soon, if you learn how to compliment a little more sincerely.” I pulled him towards me and laid a gentle, caring kiss on his mouth. “Unfortunately for you, I won’t be one of them.” I took my clothes from him. “Now, go on. Go for a piss. If you can.”
***Fastening a couple of buttons on the way, I walked back down the stairs. As I entered the party, Jay and Suzie looked very cosy in an insular chat. I didn’t interrupt, but wondered if I should feel threatened by her since she lives so close. Hell, I thought, we’re only here for another month. I threw my jumper and bra in the wardrobe.
A few more draws on another joint, and I felt mischievous and horny. Not aggressive though. Jay was still in conflab with Suzie, who I spotted stroking his arm and playing with her hair; Little Dave and Steph had sat on the floor in a corner, drinking and talking, lost in their own world. I poured myself another, though I didn’t need it, and spotted my new best mate, Lisa, chatting up Larry. She was so blatant about it but hadn’t yet learned the arm-stroke/hair-play tricks yet. Though the fine figure, more evident in profile, and pretty face probably made up for that.
I sidled up to them and used my most seductive voice. At least I used what felt like a seductive voice to my stoned brain. “Hi Larry.” I unfastened another button on my dress.
“Yes, you said hello out there.”
“Yes, I did. Didn’t I?” I coiled strands of my long hair around the fingers of my free hand. I giggled a little as well. Lisa shot me a dagger.
“Oh, you two know each other?” Lisa slurred.
“Oh, yes. Known each other for a while. Not a man in here that I don’t know. And some I know rather intimately.” I could hear my own smug voice slur. “Larry here is fond of pissing out of windows, aren’t you?”
“Once! I did that once!”
“It’s rather dangerous and quite disgusting.” I leaned in conspiratorially, and released another button, which went unnoticed. “But it’s so fucking sexy to watch. Turns me on like a tap.”
“You’re freaky,” Lisa said.
“I am! Thanks for noticing.” I grinned at her and looked at Larry, who was looking down at my now obvious cleavage. “Want me to watch you pissing again?”
He laughed; he knew I was kidding. “Oh, yes. I’d love that!” My vag clenched as the blood flowed to my vulva.
Lisa stared at me. “What the fuck are you doing?”
“I’m talking to my mate here.” As I said this, my hand slid down his biceps, then up to his neck. Pulling his head down towards us both, I leaned down further so both Larry and Lisa could look down my dress. “You know Larry?”
“What?”
“You’re quite a sexy man.” I pulled him closer as I lifted myself up and planted a more-than-friendly kiss on his mouth. My tongue involuntarily probed his lips. His tongue met mine and briefly played on the margins of our connection.
“You are a fucking hypocrite!” Lisa shouted, but the music was too loud for anyone else to have heard. “You lecture me and you act like a fucking whore while your boyfriend is just on the other side of the room.”
“Little girl, I am no whore. And the love of my life over there and I have an understanding that allows me to do this.” I kissed Larry again, but only for a couple of seconds this time. “And allows him to do that.” I nodded to where Jay had his hand on Suzie’s shoulder and she was caressing his arm, stopping their conversation only to take a drink.
“You two are weirdos.”
“I like to think so,” I said. She turned and left us – me wet between the thighs and Larry with an erection.
“You never saw me that night, did you?”
“Not exactly. I saw you climbing out and back in. I was too terrified of you falling to go look.”
“You know I was well in there?” Larry stated the obvious. “That Lisa was right into me.”
“Lisa’s a kid, Larry.”
“I’m about six months older than her.”
“She’d be no better than a wank.” Fuck, I even disgusted myself with that expression. “You need an experienced woman who can satisfy you.”
“Like you, you mean?”
“Hell, no! That’s my man over there.” I nodded towards Jay and could have sworn he had just glanced across Suzie’s nipple with the back of his hand – so fucking arousing. My fanny pulsed, though I’d have expected to feel jealous. Turning back to Larry, “I’d just be a distraction from who you really want.” I glanced at my beautiful work-mate, Julie, but he didn’t notice. “And you’d be a distraction from the best fuck I’ve ever had.”
“Of course.” He resigned himself to his frustration.
“Bet you’ll not be pissing out of the window any time soon?” I gave his bulge a brief squeeze and walked away.
“You two are getting on well,” I said, as I interrupted Jay and Suzie’s deep conversation. The hand holding his drink was so close that his knuckles really were brushing her nipple. As he inclined towards me, he made sure that they moved across her aroused little bullet. No bra, I noticed.
I planted a kiss on Jay’s cheek to mark my territory again. I left them and grabbed a joint from Big Dave’s hand. Another couple of tokes, and I felt mischievous again.
When I spotted Bennie, he was chatting with Julie and had his back to me. I snuck up behind him and put my arms around him, stroking his abdomen and sliding my hands up to stroke his young man pecs. Julie grinned at me.
“Hello my new handsome young friend,” I said. I moved around to see his terrified red face. “Don’t be frightened. I don’t eat virgins.” Julie thought that was hilarious. “He just spied on me having a piss.”
“I didn’t! I…”
“You did!”
“It was a… a… an accident!”
“Sure it was.” I grinned at Julie and winked at Bennie.
Having had my fun, I turned away and spied Jay, more blatantly stroking Suzie’s breast. My loins were hotting up; and a lovely sensation it was. He was quite the gentleman and still used the back of the hand holding a joint to treat her nipples, which allowed them both to claim that it was accidental, if need arose. As he raised the joint to his mouth, his other glass-holding hand took over. Suzie displayed no disapproval; on the contrary, she appeared to derive a significant amount of pleasure from Jay’s actions. Well, who wouldn’t?
I sauntered over to them and took the joint from Jay as I spotted Larry walk out. Mischief again! I took a long, deep draw as I glared at Suzie’s nipples. Her embarrassment drew her eyes away from me and down to the floor. I handed back the joint before walking to the door and opening it a crack. Exhaling the pot smoke, my tingling intensified at the knowledge that my beautiful lover was responsible for Suzie’s arousal as I watched Larry walk up the stairs to the top bathroom. He smelled the smoke and turned. I smiled and gave a childlike wave. He smiled and waved back before entering the bathroom and closing the door. I didn’t hear the lock turn. I thought, this could be fun, if only…
***Closing the door behind me, I tiptoed up the stairs and stopped, emboldened by the inhalation of pot smoke. Listening at the bathroom door, I could hear the first trickles of a bloke pissing into the toilet. My sex twitched again. I tried the doorknob, turning it by degrees. To my great pleasure, it turned enough to unlatch without a sound. It swung with an almost supernatural silence, as if conspiring with me to conceal my approach. I stepped in, watching the pale straw stream pouring from a cock I was seeing for the first time. My heart missed a beat as I realised the Freudian fantasy behind my jest of my offer to watch him urinate. I took a chance and whispered. “There it is.”
Larry turned his head, and the stream slowed to a trickle and stopped. “Hello, Sandra.”
“Shh! Not so loud. Please don’t stop on my account.” I stepped in and closed the door, leaning against it, and stared at Larry’s magnificent cock. Well, through the spectacles of alcohol and hashish, it was magnificent. He shuffled a few inches around to the right of the toilet, so he could speak to me, giving me an unhampered view of his magnificence.
“I didn’t realise you were serious when you said you wanted to watch.”
“Neither did I.” I felt behind to find the key and locked the door. I don’t think Larry noticed my legs shaking. “Jay can’t do this, so I take the opportunity when I can. And what an opportunity.” I gestured towards him. “Please.” Larry looked back down at his penis and concentrated. I was warm, but I shivered like I was naked in a snowstorm. “Will it help if I run a tap?”
“Nah. I’m okay.” And with that, a trickle started. The trickle turned into a stream as I slid my hand inside my dress to feel my crotch and knickers as wet as a window cleaner’s chamois. My fingers moved with no guidance or instruction as I transfixed on Larry’s hose.
“You know, Larry, you have a magnificent cock.”
He looked up to see me staring at his streaming manhood. “You think so?” A visible twitch raised it a few degrees.
“I do. It’s beautiful.” By now, his stream was coming to a halt, like a performance ending too soon, leaving the audience wanting so much more. I realised I was still masturbating through my dress and blushed. He looked down to concentrate on his rising appendage. As he squeezed out a couple of final squirts and looked back at me as I unbuttoned the rest of my dress, still staring at this fresh new cock that became more magnificent as it stiffened. He shook it until no more drips dropped and flushed the toilet.
Surely my excited trembling must be visible, I thought as he stared at the tantalising gap in my dress, his cock still out. “You think this is magnificent?” Boy, did I!
“With the greatest respect to my fiancé in there, it is the most magnificent I have ever watched.” His prick was horizontal now and my knickers no longer held the moisture, which seeped onto my thighs. Pulling open my dress, exposing my tits to his inquisitive eyes, I grabbed the waist of my sensible, lacy knickers and pushed them down to my knees, from where they slid all the way to my feet. I felt his eyes burn into my sex as I spread my feet to remove the underwear.
Larry measured the few paces towards me as I leaned against the hand-basin. He unbuckled his jeans and leaned into me, kissing me hard as his erection flattened against my stomach, my tits flattening against his torso. His arousal fired up my arousal. My hand shook as it passed between us, knuckles against his stomach, sliding down until I could press his rigidity harder against my belly. I didn’t want what he wanted, but I was not about to stop just then. Larry was never on my fantasy radar until that moment, when I ached to have his unfamiliar cock inside me.
As Larry reached to the neckline of my open dress, I released my hand, allowing my arms to hang free at my side, facilitating its unhampered removal. The dress pooled inside the basin as Larry stepped back to gain access to my tits, his gentle hands exploring, massaging, caressing, bringing my nipples to life, ready for his mouth, which soon reached them.
His hands fumbled around my crotch. My sex was well stoked and was burning with desire for this man. But I knew that the marijuana was the mistress that wanted him inside me.
As Larry attempted to lift me onto the hand-basin, I eased him away. “As much as I would dearly love to, that’s not what I want. I need to shag Jay’s brains out after, and I’m not doing that with someone else’s juices in me.” He looked at me with bush-baby eyes. “Oh, don’t be so sad. There’s more to pleasure than shagging.”
Feeling my hands on his chest, he took a step back, allowing me to kneel and peel down his jeans. He leapt out of them and I stared at his bareness.
“That’s quite unhealthy, you know. You should always wear undies.” I kissed the head of his cock and he drew in a hiss as I tasted the salty drips of urine that had remained. My thighs we so weak by now that I thought they wouldn’t hold me, and I throbbed so much I thought I would die if I didn’t come; but I resisted the temptation to help myself. Lifting his beautiful erection, I kissed the underside, where his foreskin held in place, his frenulum. He leaned back, enjoying the sensations that I was so practiced at eliciting.
Moving back to the top, I ran my tongue over the little slit, which was now moist with sweet pre-ejaculate. My tongue withdrew as my lips touched his throbbing glans. As I slid down, I kept my lips as clamped shut as possible while allowing a dick to force its way in. When I felt his glans against the roof of my mouth, I sucked and swallowed while Larry’s mouth emitted the squealed ‘wow,’ only heard from men who have their cock in my mouth. I pulled back and looked up at Larry’s disappointed eyes.
“First, my trembling thighs won’t hold me anymore. Second, I find men enjoy that a lot more after they’ve satisfied me. And, third, men satisfy me much better when aroused as much as you are right now.” I stood up, tossed my dress over to the bath and leaned against the sink again, both because I needed something to hold me up, and it was the best position for Larry to access my aching fanny. I beckoned him close to me. He took a step, and I pushed down on his shoulders. Taking the less than subtle hint, he kneeled, placing his hands on my hips. Larry fixed his gaze on the vista in front of him as I stepped to the side with my left foot, then the other side with my right, softening my stance so my knees moved further apart. My parted thighs allowed Larry the pleasure of inspecting my swollen labia and throbbing love bud. More juices oozed from my vulva as his gaze turned my arousal up to eleven. As exciting as this adoration of the Goddess was, my Yoni ached. After an equally tantalising and frustrating amount of time, his head crept forward, and I felt his breath on a clitoris that felt like the size of a lemon rather than a peanut. He kissed my glans as I had his. Fuck! The pleasure that shot through me was almost painful.
Leaning back so the basin supported most of my weight, I spread my thighs even further apart, granting Larry full access to those full and slippery lips, which he kissed with a passion, darting his tongue in and out. “You taste divine,” he complimented. “You’ve no idea how long I have dreamed of doing this.”
“So sweet,” I squeaked, “Thank you.” I shivered throughout my body, as I filled up with arousal, pleasure, frustration that my climax was not arriving quick enough.
“You’re going to make me wait for the rest of my dreams to come true, aren’t you?” The new compliment raised a grin on my face.
“And you’re going to make me wait to explode on your face, aren’t you?” I pulled his head back in and Larry went back to work. My legs trembled. My glutes tightened. My thighs tensed. I had reached my peak, ready to fall into climax.
The door rattled; Larry stared at it in alarm. “Oh. Someone in there?” The voice filtered through the door.
My fists clenched and “Fuck,” formed on my lips. My voice trembled as much as the rest of my body. “Yes. I’ll be awhile.”
“Okay. I’ll go downstairs.”
Within seconds, Larry’s expertise brought me to the cliff edge again. As his tongue moved back and forth and over my clitoris, another sensation crept into my vulva. A finger separated my lips and probed inside me. Fucking hell! I was in heaven. A second finger entered as Larry’s mouth sucked at my clit. The cliff crumbled, and I tumbled into my orgasm, realising in time where I was and ramming my still clenched fist into my mouth. My pelvis clamped Larry’s fingers as the first wave drove through me. A second wave soon followed, and a third, fourth, fifth. Each one clenching my pelvic muscles and sending a drug like rush though my whole body.
“Are you alright in there?” Another voice through the door.
“Yes. Yes. I’m okay. I won’t be long.” Larry’s eyebrows raised at this.
“Jesus!” My whisper formed a vibrato to accompany the rest of my body. “What the fuck was in that ganja?”
“Oh, go on. Give the credit to the drugs.”
“No, really, it was all you. But fucking hell, it was powerful. Where did you learn to do that?” My legs quivered, aching with the strain.
“I’ve been practicing just for this moment since the moment I met you.” It was bullshit, but so flattering. I felt my arousal rising again.
As Larry stood up on shaky legs, I reached for his softening penis. “No, no,” he said. “I need another piss first.”
“Goodie!” The words just fell out at the prospect without my brain’s permission.
I leaned on the sink, and rubbed myself as he pointed his not quite placid Percy at the porcelain. The first trickle came, in moments; surprising for a man with an almost-erection. The trickle became a stream, almost a cascade. “You realise I’m watching you?” I couldn’t help but draw attention to the fact as I stepped towards him. He turned, and I was not in the least troubled that he could see my fingers circle my clitoris.
“I know. And I like it.”
“Good.” A pissing man, the same pissing man, aroused me for the second time tonight. This time, I watched from up close as he developed another erection. Reaching down with my free hand, I encircled his prick to feel the power of piss through penis for only the second time in my life. I prayed that one day I could do this with Jay. The flow stopped, to my disappointment, and he shook out the drips. No final squirts this time.
I put the seat down and straddled the toilet. Larry was in perfect position as I sat down, knees spread, and I wrapped my mouth around his erection again. He twitched as my tongue slid along the underside and back. Oh, I thought, that’s what happened to his last squirts. The liquid hit my soft palate and trickled down my throat, which to my surprise was not as unpleasant as I may have thought. A second squirt came as I sucked. I pulled his dick from my mouth as I swallowed and held it in my hand. “You know you just pissed in my mouth?” I stroked with my thumb, my other hand still on my own swollen glans. “That’s the first time that’s ever happened to me.”
His face betrayed a certain embarrassment. “I am so sorry. I didn’t…”
“Don’t be. Not that nasty, surprisingly. Quite pleasant, really.”
“Yes. Plenty of lager, no spirits.” He brazened it out.
“Is that how it works?”
Holding my chin in one hand, he leaned over to kiss me. With the other hand, he played with one of my nipples. I soon felt that clenching in my nethers while our tongues danced a rumba from his mouth to mine and back.
We were still kissing, and I was still stroking Larry’s glans when I abandoned my own pleasure and allowed my bladder to release. I promised myself I’d remember this as something new to do with Jay. “Oh!” Larry started, and took a step back, to stare down at me.
“Yes, I like it, too. Being watch while I piss is as much of a turn on as having my fanny stared at while it swells.” I leaned back a little; Larry’s eyes widened, and his cock stood up like a flagpole. “Nice view?” I asked him and leaned as far back as possible, spreading my knees wider.
“Not half.”
Aware that the overhead lamp had illuminated my pudenda like a spotlight, I almost came just from the rush of piss through me. All too soon, the flow stopped and Larry stepped forward, allowing me to suck on my personal lollipop again. A little more urine escaped from me as I leaned in. I perceived his knees trembling as I tasted another issue of lubrication from him and could feel him getting close to his inevitable explosion.
“Sorry. You will not be disappointed,” I promised as I took his tool out of my warm, wet mouth and grabbed his hand to guide down to my crotch. “Just before I carry on. It will be worth the wait. I promise.” He knew what I wanted, and he trusted I would reward him well. I twitched as he touched me and sent another teaspoon of pee squirting into the bowl. Within five seconds, I had orgasmed again. Good old Larry.
Without a further moment of hesitation, I wrapped my lips around his corona again, and sucked on his bulb. His thighs tensed. I opened my mouth so wide I no longer touched him. I could feel his frustration as I touched his underside with my tongue tip. Taking his penis deep into my mouth, my tongue caressed his length. When I felt it getting too close to my tonsils, I pulled back and pressed him against my palate. He shuddered with the pleasure.
Closing my mouth, I swallowed. That noise came out again. His glans plopped from my closed lips as I pulled back. My lips returned to his oozing tip and I repeated the frustrating process. Ramping up the technique, I drew him in again and held his glans against the roof of my mouth, passing my tongue back and forth along as much of his length as I held. Feeling him getting closer, I thought it was time to put him out of his misery. I sucked as I slid my tongue along his shaft. Then I swallowed as hard and as tight as I could. He trembled as much as I had. Holding his glans between the roof of my mouth and my tongue, I applied gentle suction as I moved my tongue forward and backward. His groans grew louder; dangerously so.
Larry’s hands rested on my shoulders for stability as his knees jerked a rapid, erotic allegro rhythm towards each other and apart. I knew how close he was and sped up the tongue movement and the frequency of sucking. The first sweet spurt hit the back of my throat with a powerful pressure and volume as Larry did his best to stifle his vocalisation. That first issue closed my throat in reflex and filled up my mouth with a load that I didn’t have time to swallow before the second, just-as-powerful spurt. My mouth was so full, I had to release the pressure of my tongue and felt some of Larry’s sticky mess dribble down my chin. I was barely touching his rod when it twitched again and shot the back of my throat, to my relief, making me swallow. Another swallow soon followed, clearing most of the semen from my mouth, but bringing another squirt and another. Larry’s knees buckled and fell onto the seat between my thighs.
“Fuck me! You are good at that!”
“Plenty of practice. Told you it would be worth the wait.” I felt more of his semen escaping my mouth as I spoke.
“Fucking right it was.”
“Nice plentiful deposits, though. A right spunk machine. Should be proud of yourself.” I was still trying to find the last traces of him to get rid of.
“That was all your fault, girl. You teased me for so long.”
“I can go longer.” Larry’s stickiness still adhered to my chin. I reached for some toilet paper.
“I mean, from the kiss at the top of those stairs.”
Wiping my face with the tissue, I said, “Downside is, though, I’ve spoilt you for every other woman.”
“I’ll just have to remember this when I’m with other women.” Again, flattering and bringing with it a flutter of arousal.
I let go another stream. Larry stared at my plumbing while he pulled on his jeans.
“Saving up the fantasy for bedtime, are you?”
“Fucking right I am. I’ll wank over this half hour for months.”
“Shit! Have we been that long?” I bundled up more tissue and dried myself.
“No Idea, but I’d better go.”
Larry opened the door with the mastery of a spy while I pulled on my dress. “Lock it after me,” he instructed. I did. A second later, there was another knock on the door.
“Have you seen San?” It was Steph’s voice from a distance away. I giggled.
“I think she might still be in here.” Larry’s voice was right outside the door. Good thinking, stud. “San, are you okay?”
I stepped back towards the toilet. “Oh. Fuck, yes. Must have fallen asleep. I’m coming.” I thought I might just, again.
“It’s okay. I’ll use downstairs.”
“Where have you been, anyway?” Steph’s voice again.
Larry answered her. “Oh, I, erm, went to try and sober up a bit. It worked; it’s freezing out there.”
The voices disappeared.