A Talent for Surrender (9 page)

Sam kissed her neck then moved away.

Jim raised his eyebrows. ‘I think I’d better go off and find my wife.’ He turned to walk away then seemed to think better of it and turned back. ‘Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.’ He winked.

Jo made her way over to the buffet. When she’d filled her plate she spotted an empty sofa and headed for it. As she sat down someone flopped down on the seat beside her. She looked up.

‘Adam. You’re a pleasant surprise.’ Jo did a double take. Adam was dressed in a white pleated halter-neck dress and high heels. He was wearing a platinum blonde wig and his face had been made up in a fairly passable likeness of Marilyn Monroe. Jo felt her nipples stiffen. ‘You should dress like that more often.’

‘Thanks. I’m glad you like it.’ Adam preened his hair.

She looked him up and down. The dress plunged into a deep V at the front, reaching down to the waist. Jo noticed that he was wearing falsies underneath, giving him the illusion of breasts and his figure looked unusually curvy and feminine. ‘What are you wearing under that? You look as though you’ve got hips and boobs.’ She reached out a hand to touch his hip but Adam slapped it away.

‘Take me home with you after the party and you can see for yourself.’ Adam softened and raised his voice, making it sound more feminine.

‘I’d love to, but I’ve already promised to spend the night here, with Sam.’

‘How about making it a threesome? All girls together . . .’ Adam fluttered his fake eyelashes.

Jo looked at him. His make-up had softened in the heat and she could just see the beginning of a five o’clock shadow along his jaw. In spite of his feminine attire she could detect his masculine scent rising from his warm skin.

‘OK. I don’t suppose she’ll mind. When I’ve finished eating I’ll find her and let her know.’

‘Why not ask her now? She’s just there.’ Adam pointed to where Sam was talking to a man in a suit near by.

‘Sam . . .’ Jo called. Sam turned to look at them. ‘Can we have a word when you’re free?’

Sam nodded. She said something to her companion who looked disappointed and walked away.

‘Thanks for rescuing me. He’s a buyer for one of my major customers but he’s the most boring man alive.’ She looked at Adam. ‘Who’s your pretty friend?

‘Sam, this is Adam.’

‘We meet at last.’ Sam and Adam shook hands. ‘Jo’s been singing your praises but she neglected to mention how pretty you are.’

‘Would you mind if he joined us later?’ Jo slid along the sofa so that Sam could sit down.

‘Maybe . . .’ She looked Adam up and down. ‘What’s his body like under that dress?’

‘Hard and muscular. And he’s got a fantastic arse . . . round and pert and covered in golden hair.’

‘Actually, I was thinking about his cock.’ Sam pointedly looked at Adam’s crotch.

‘It twitched when you said that.’ He stroked himself with the heel of his thumb.

‘Let me see . . . it’s not the biggest one you’ve ever seen, but it’s surprisingly thick and, when he’s really excited, it gets so hard it looks as though it might burst and the tip goes a beautiful shade of purple. My clit’s tingling just thinking about it.’ Jo glanced at Adam. He looked humiliated and proud in equal measure. His cheeks burned.

‘Oh, don’t tease him, Jo. Can’t you see he’s blushing?’

‘But he loves it. Like all men he’s a narcissist. He loves being the centre of attention. See – he’s positively glowing.’

‘I cannot tell a lie. What man wouldn’t enjoy two gorgeous ladies discussing the merits of his cock?’ Adam looked from one woman to the other.

‘But the best thing about Adam –’ Jo lowered her voice ‘– is that he really loves cunt. He can’t get enough of it. He loves the smell, the feel, the taste of it. He’s only really happy when he’s got his head between a woman’s thighs, worshipping at the altar of his goddess.’

‘I think we’re going to get along.’ Sam smiled at Adam. ‘But, if you don’t mind, I think I’m going to help myself to some food before it’s all gone. See you both later.’

The party ended around 3 a.m. As Sam ushered out the last stragglers, Jo and Adam walked up the narrow staircase to the top-floor bedroom. Jo switched on the light.

Adam whistled. ‘What a lovely room. It’s sort of dreamy and magical.’ Adam looked around.

‘I think you’ve been in that wig too long. You’ll be sewing your own curtains next.’ Jo pulled off Adam’s wig and tossed it on a chair. She ruffled his blond hair. ‘That’s better, though the make-up will have to go. And didn’t you promise to show me what you had on underneath your dress?’

Adam put both hands behind his back and unzipped his dress. He pulled the halter over his head and the dress slid onto the floor. Underneath he was wearing two flesh-coloured fake breasts complete with rosy nipples. They appeared to have been glued to his chest. She watched as Adam peeled them away from his body.

‘That’s a relief. They’re terribly itchy.’ He scratched his chest.

On his lower body he was wearing a garment which reached from his thighs to his waist. It seemed to be made out of thick Lycra like the stout support knickers women sometimes wore to look smooth under tight clothes. But Adam’s underwear had clearly been padded on the hips to give him a feminine shape and had extra Lycra at the top to nip in his waist.

Jo ran her hand down the curve of his hip. Adam turned around and stuck out his bottom and that, too, was softly padded. ‘I see. Cunning. But I think I prefer you as a man, so off it comes.’ She folded her arms, waiting to be obeyed.

Adam slid the garment down over his hips. It was obviously very tight and clingy and he had to struggle to get it down. He slid his hand inside and fiddled with something for a moment then manhandled his cock and balls over the top of the panties. He sighed in relief.

‘I was wondering where that had gone.’ Jo stroked a fingertip down the length of his cock. Adam gasped.

‘There’s a cache-sex inside. It holds it all out of the way.’

‘Isn’t that uncomfortable?’

‘You get used to it . . . After a while it’s rather pleasant as if it’s being gripped in a tight fist.’

‘Like this?’ Jo wrapped her hand round his cock and squeezed. Adam exhaled. Jo could see a pulse beating in his throat. ‘It’s growing in my hand, so you obviously like it.’

‘Yes . . . yes, I like it.’ Adam’s words tumbled out in a sibilant rush.

Jo released him. Adam went into the bathroom and Jo took off her dress, hat and shoes. She slid off her French knickers and tossed them onto the chair. She climbed onto the bed, rearranging the pillows so that she could sit up. Her skin felt sensitive and alive. Already her crotch was tingly and tight.

Sam’s bedroom had been decorated in red with touches of gold leaf. Jo always thought it was like living inside a Klimt painting. The bed was a magnificent Gothic affair with black wrought-iron rails and finials.

Above the bed was an enormous painting of a naked man bending over kissing the booted feet of a woman. Just the man’s head and shoulders were in the painting and the woman was only visible as far as the knee. The boots were of shiny patent leather and had a complicated series of buckles up the side. The heels were a slender vicious steel spike, like a six-inch nail. Jo knew that Sam had made the boots for the artist, Jude Ryan, and that the painting had been her thank-you present.

The door opened and Sam came into the room.

‘I thought they’d never go. Where’s Adam?’ She sat down on the bed.

‘In the bathroom washing his face. Oh – there he is.’

Adam was standing in the bathroom doorway.

‘And he’s pleased to see me . . .’ Sam pointed at his cock. It was thick and half hard, its tip purple. ‘I’m beginning to feel a little overdressed.’ Sam tossed her wand onto the bed and unzipped her skirt. She let it drop onto the floor and began to unhook her corset at the front. A pair of surprisingly large breasts tumbled free, tipped by dark thick nipples.

Her big breasts seemed to unbalance her petite frame. Jo always thought Sam looked as though she’d topple over at any minute. She was wearing a tiny purple silk thong. Adam stepped forwards and knelt in front of her. He slid the thong down slowly over her hips and thighs. Jo could see his eyes shining as he gazed at her crotch.

Sam lifted each foot in turn and Adam removed the thong. He raised the wispy garment to his face and inhaled deeply. His cock was fully hard now, almost flat against his belly.

‘If you like it that much, maybe you should put it on.’ Sam stroked his short hair.

‘I doubt if it’ll fit.’ Adam was still holding the panties to his face.

‘Put it on anyway . . .’

He got to his feet and stepped into the thong. He struggled to pull it up. Adam was stocky and his thighs were muscular from his weekly soccer games. Jo could see the waistband of the thong digging into his flesh as he pulled it up his legs. She wasn’t even sure she’d be able to fit into Sam’s undies herself. Adam fiddled with his crotch, trying to fit his cock and balls inside the inadequate panties.

‘I suppose that will have to do.’ Sam ran a fingertip over his crotch. He gasped. Jo could see that Sam’s nipples were erect, tiny raised pinpricks were standing out around the edge of her areolae. Adam’s body was taut with excitement. His fists were clenched by his side.

‘I think Adam should show Sam his gratitude for allowing him to wear her panties. What do you think, Sam?’ Jo’s crotch blazed with heat and pleasure. Her nipples tingled.

‘Good idea. But actions speak louder than words . . .’ Sam sat down on the bed. She lay back and put her feet on the edge, her legs spread and her crotch obscenely on display. Adam stepped forwards and dropped to his knees. He used his fingers to spread her lips and covered her cunt with his mouth. Sam gasped.

Sam’s eyes were closed. She was panting audibly. Jo could hear Adam’s excited snuffly breathing. She leaned forwards and looked at his crotch. There was a big dark spot of pre-come on the front of the panties.

Jo slid across the bed and lay down beside Sam. She put her mouth close to her friend’s ear. She could smell the perfume rising from her skin. She recognised Anais Anais and the unmistakable scent that was all her own. She was breathing heavily, making little grunting noises as Adam’s mouth worked its magic.

‘Does that feel good? He’s good at it, isn’t he? He knows just how a woman likes it.’ Jo whispered into her friend’s ear. ‘At first he sort of circles your clit without directly touching it. He gets you all worked up by licking along the length of your slit then sucking your lips into his mouth. Then, when you start to moan and wiggle he goes straight for the target . . .’ Jo’s crotch felt warm and liquid. Her nipples ached. ‘He flicks the tip of your clit with his tongue then sucks it all the way into his mouth, making you gasp and sob. Can you feel it? Can you?’

Sam made no answer but she arched her back and let out a long deep moan. Jo stroked her friend’s cheek with a fingertip. She trailed it down Sam’s throat and over her breasts. She circled each nipple in turn, barely making contact. Sam thrust out her chest.

Jo rubbed her thumb across the tip of Sam’s nipple. Sam gasped. Jo pinched it between thumb and forefinger. She pulled on it gently, elongating it. Sam began to moan. Her closed eyelids fluttered.

Adam was making excited little grunting noises as he licked. Jo could hear obscene wet squelching noises as his mouth moved against Sam’s crotch. She knew his cock would be hard and painful, pumped with blood and heat.

Excitement pumped around Jo’s bloodstream. Her clit was aching. She rolled Sam’s swollen nipple between her fingers. Sam let out a long deep moan. Her head thrashed against the duvet, matting her hair. Her hips rocked.

Jo leaned close and whispered in her friend’s ear. ‘You’re getting closer, now, aren’t you? You’re grinding your hot cunt against his mouth. You’re covered in sweat.’ She brushed Sam’s hair off her face. ‘Your nipples are tingling . . . your clit’s hard and throbbing . . . can you feel it?’ She pinched Sam’s nipple hard, squeezing and pulling it.

Sam roared. Moist hair clung to her face. Her hips moved rhythmically.

Jo sat up. She ran her fingertips up and down Sam’s torso. She looked at Adam and she could see a dark flush of arousal on his cheeks. The tip of his erection was poking out the top of his thong. His damp body gleamed.

Moisture welled between Jo’s legs. Waves of shivery tingles slid up and down her spine.

Sam’s head thrashed. Her feet dug into the mattress as she raised her bottom off the bed, rubbing her crotch against Adam’s face. He wrapped his arms around her hips and held on tight.

Jo could see him unconsciously wriggling his hips, trying to gain some relief for his aching cock. She could see a little dark spot of mascara that he’d missed at the corner of his eye. A bead of sweat ran down his face.

Sam’s hips moved frantically. The bed rocked and creaked. Jo laid her palm tenderly on Sam’s cheek. She leaned close for a kiss. Sam’s eyelids snapped open for a moment then languidly slid closed again. Sam’s mouth was hot and wet. She tasted of brandy and chocolate. She slid her mouth down Sam’s face, over her neck and chest until she found a nipple.

She felt Sam’s body begin to tremble and buck. The bed was creaking and rocking. Jo’s clit ached, demanding attention.

Jo’s fingers found Sam’s other nipple. Sam arched her back. Adam’s face was clamped between Sam’s spread legs. Jo could see him struggling to hold on as Sam writhed and thrashed. Heat and excitement pumped round her body.

Sam began to make a high keening noise which, Jo knew, signalled imminent orgasm. Her hips bucked as she ground her crotch against Adam’s face. Her nipple in Jo’s mouth was stiff. Jo fingered the other nipple, squeezing and stretching it so hard her knuckles turned white. Tension pulled at her belly. Ghostly fingers trailed over her scalp.

Jo sat up and looked at Sam. Her face was flushed and pink. Her heavy mascara had softened and smeared. Light gleamed on her closed eyelids. Jo used both hands to tease Sam’s nipples.