Xcite Delights Book 1 (5 page)

‘And if it’s a bad place?’

‘We get in the car, drive somewhere new and be together just the two of us again.’

I nodded, unable to process all the emotions competing inside me.

Joy and Rob showed no surprise as we walked over to them, I felt conspicuous, sure that the others were all looking and knowing and laughing. But it wasn’t like that, in the evening whatever struggles had marred the day were forgotten and all of them were full of love for themselves and everyone else. If any of them noticed us they would have smiled and been happy we were committing even further to this life. I told myself this as we stood awkwardly in front of Joy and Rob’s smiling faces.

Rob stood up, took Daniel’s hand in his and led him back to the place that Daniel and I slept together every night. I looked back at Joy, unsure what to expect, unsure how I’d imagined Joy and David freeing us from our inhibitions. There was no time to form my thoughts. Joy’s hands were on my jeans, expertly undoing them and pulling them down my legs. I did not move.

‘Don’t be nervous. A little bit of fear now and then can add to the excitement, but never be nervous.’ She slid my knickers down to rest around my ankles with my jeans.

The night breeze swirled around me, exploring the new nakedness of my lower body. I shivered. Joy wrapped her body around me as if she was trying to cuddle me into warmth.

‘Have you been with many different people?’ she asked.

‘Only Daniel.’

She smiled up at me. ‘Then believe me there’s a very special pleasure in tasting something that is not yours.’

Her head pressed between my thighs, her tongue, warm and wet, darting out and immediately finding my secret spot. She licked and lapped at me.

I moaned softly at first and then louder as my body turned into a mass of nerve endings all seeking pleasure. I looked down at Joy, at the strange beauty of having this woman touch me. I forced myself not to look over at Daniel and Rob but I couldn’t stop myself picturing the charismatic older man on his knees with my lover’s cock in my mouth. It hurt my heart at the same time as the ecstasy flowing from Joy’s tongue exploded through my body.

She lay me down on her rug and held me against her breasts, my cares disappearing amidst their soft warmth. I listened to the beat of her heart.

‘I’ve very sensitive nipples. Kiss them. Dream that they are covered with some wonderful food, something you’ll probably never taste again in real life.’

I thought of cream, peaches, strawberries, their fresh sweetness, and then I obeyed her and took her nipple into my mouth. I kept my eyes closed and sucked. The food disappeared from my mind, all I needed to think about was what I was actually doing, laying in the arms of another woman, immersed in her ample bosom as she stroked my hair. I kissed one nipple then the other, caressing the one that didn’t have my oral attention. Joy arched her back into me and moaned loudly. I cradled the weight of her breasts with my right arm, marvelling at their firm softness in the same way that Daniel and I looked at the grass and the rabbits, amazed that something beautiful still existed in this world.

‘Would you let Daniel see your body? I don’t know if that is the right thing to ask. Forgive me if it isn’t.’

She squeezed me tightly against her flesh. ‘It is the right thing to ask, but for tonight, be selfish, just think of your own desires, things you’ve always wanted but have been too shy to talk to Daniel about.’

I took a deep breath. ‘I think I’d like you to spank me.’

It seemed a strange thing to request, even as I said it, while I was bathing in the warmth and comfort of her body. But then everything in this new world was strange.

I kneeled down in front of Joy, the palm of her hand thwacked against my bare skin. It sounded loud to me, cutting through all the other sounds, but in reality the other couples were in their own worlds more or less oblivious to what Joy and I were doing. Apart from one couple. Daniel would be imagining me just as I couldn’t help picturing him, even as Joy told me not to think of him, to be selfish and concentrate on my own pleasure. As her hand continued to thwack against my skin my eyes raised and I looked through the smoke from the fire to where Daniel was on his knees, his head raised, staring back at me. Rob was behind him, his rough hands on my lover’s hips, thrusting in and out of him. I felt every thrust as if it was my tightness being pushed into. Later I would kiss and caress all the places Rob touched him, later he would kiss and caress all the places where Joy touched me, but right now we gazed into each other’s eyes, our heart beating fast from the pain and excitement of sharing our love.

Joy spanked me until my skin was raw, then she kissed my buttocks and pushed a finger in between them. I gasped, she pushed deeper into me.

‘Do you like that?’ she asked.

‘Yes, I do, don’t stop.’

‘I think you can take more.’

Another finger pushed into me, or maybe it was two fingers, I felt stretched as if it was a man behind me pushing his sex into me. I pushed back against her, she leant over me, the weight of her breasts on my back as her fingers fucked my ass. The pleasure made my body shake, the night air filled with my screams. Joy grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back to kiss her.

‘I’m not finished with you yet,’ she said and went back to finger fucking me even harder than before.

I orgasmed twice more under her touch before she let me rest. I moved to walk back to where Daniel and I slept but Joy held me tightly in her arms.

‘You’re mine tonight.’

I nodded and lay my head on her breast, falling instantly into a deep dreamless sleep.

Something changed between Daniel and I after that night. I don’t know if it was a good something or a bad something, things were just different. When Rob or Joy wanted sex with one of us we obediently trotted over. The weeks passed and we began swapping with the other couples until there was no one in the community that one of us hadn’t had sex with. The weather started to get colder but the talk of moving south disappeared.

Then on one of the days when the wind was blowing extra bitterly Daniel kissed me and told me he wanted to move on.

‘Why?’

‘I want it to be the two of us again. I want to be lonely together.’

I nodded, understanding without understanding.

They tried to talk us out of it, they cried as they watched us packing, but gave us more and more supplies until we couldn’t fit them into the car. I don’t know if they carried on crying when we drove off, I didn’t look back and neither did Daniel.

We live hand to mouth, mouth to hand. Daniel says he’s happier, he only wants me. Sometimes I say it was easier in the group, but mostly I kneel in front of him sucking his cock.

Yesterday he asked me if I wanted him to spank me.

‘It wouldn’t be the same,’ I said.

He nodded and we made love facing each other our limbs entwined.

‘We’re doing well, aren’t we?’ he said.

‘Yes, we are,’ I said squeezing my sex around his. ‘We’re still alive.’

The Untouchable Tabby
by Lana Fox

I was her student at college when we first met, and the way she fixed me with that sky-blue gaze I thought I saw whole worlds there. When she laughed, she did so lightly, as if she hadn’t a care, and I alone could see the sadness in her face. ‘Tabby is such fun,’ the other girls would chime. ‘The way she talks! What a cutie.’ But sensing Tabby’s wounds, I believed she ran far deeper. Like my father before he divorced my mum, Tabby possessed a kind of blackness, and this pulsed behind her flirtations in a low, sad beat. In her quirky pageboy caps and skinny, ribbed tops, which barely covered her pale breasts, she would scrawl spider diagrams on the board, calling, ‘Come on, darlings! More!’ and I always imagined her gasping those words in bed, and the thought would make me writhe in my seat. ‘Read the next paragraph,’ she’d tell me, with a cheeky wink, and I’d hear the others whispering, ‘Why does she always choose
Val
?’

Many years later, when I was home visiting my father, I bumped into Tabby in the post office queue. She was mailing a bright parcel with coloured balloons all over it – a birthday present for her niece, she said. Her hair, still short and curly, had gone from brown to cherub-blonde, and she wore black-rimmed, mock-preppy glasses. The little, slender lines on her face betrayed her age – late 30s, I decided – but she was still covered in those sweet brown freckles, which covered her cheeks, nose and throat. She was sucking a sweet that smelt of cherries, and it bulged behind her cheek as I invited her to visit. ‘Watch out, peach,’ she said, laying her hand on my arm. Her fingertips were cool. ‘You might get what you ask for.’

A couple of months later I received the call. Tabby said she was going to a conference in London, and her train made a stop in Leicester where I lived. Might she visit and take me out to dinner? It just so happened, I had two free tickets for the theatre that night. When I told Tabby, she agreed to come along.

I met her at the station, looking radiant, in a pair of curly pigtails with an armful of red roses. On the train platform, as the throngs passed by, she thrust the scented flowers towards me and gave me a quick kiss. When we embraced like old friends, she felt so slender beneath her top, with her breasts pressing against my own. Now our teacher-student barriers were lifted, I assumed we’d screw like we longed to, and when, in the car on our way to mine, she leant in close and touched my thigh, whispering, ‘This is nice, isn’t it?’ I took it as a come-on.

Back at my basement flat we had to change in a hurry. The play was starting in an hour, and we’d follow that with dinner. My bondage friend, Ray, phoned while Tabby was changing. Ray had been my sex-buddy for months and was part of the play we were going to see. ‘What’s cooking with the teach?’ he asked.

‘Kiss on the mouth. Red roses. Groped my thigh.’

‘If that doesn’t spell
fuck me
,’ said Ray, ‘I’ll eat my own eyebrows.’

‘I’d say join us, but she might be kind of vanilla.’

‘She’s all yours, bad girl. Don’t torture her too hard.’

I went upstairs to use the bathroom, but paused on the landing outside. Tabby had left the door open and, with her back to me, was pulling a top over her head, while a pair of black, lace briefs cupped her tight freckled buttocks, the scalloped edge sinking seductively into the cleft. And dear mother of fuck, those thighs! Lean and glossy as if she’d rubbed herself with oil! There I stood, gobsmacked, in my little black number, thirsting to lick and grind ... and as if this wasn’t enough, when Tabby glanced back across her shoulder, smoothing the flared white dress about her hips, I saw no shock in her heavy-lidded eyes. Instead, she looked up with a sexy pout, and winked as she slammed the door, leaving a blast of tantalising scent.

In my room, I sent Ray a text.
Caught her changing. She’s wearing lacy knickers.

He replied,
Slut needs a spanking.

But for all my bravado, I sensed something wasn’t right. Don’t be silly, I told myself. You deserve this. Enjoy it. So I applied my own perfume, which Ray called bitch’s blend, dabbing my pulse points before spraying my auburn hair.

As I blew a kiss at the mirror, I jumped to see Tabby behind me. With her hair still in curly, blonde pigtails and her lips slicked with transparent gloss, she was wearing a Marilyn-style halter-neck dress, white, like the starlet’s, and plunging, revealing a lightly freckled cleavage. She looked so hot she made me catch my breath.

Leaning against my doorframe, she said, ‘Come on, sweetie. We’re late.’

In the auditorium, I hardly watched the play. Ray, who was the translator for folks who were deaf, was signing with his hands while mouthing the lines. His face, which had always been riotously expressive, seemed far more alive than the actors’, and the way he gestured with his hands made me remember how he smacked my naked buttocks once a week, or teased me with his fingertips as they slid around the edge of my slit.

The play was my favourite of Shakespeare’s
Twelfth Night
, but as time went on I became more taken with the way the light danced across Tabby’s face, glancing off the shiny lips and brightening the blue eyes. I was enchanted by her scent and the way she laughed, dropping back her head; yet when I laced my fingers through her own, she turned to me, alarmed, before pulling her hand away.

In the interval, as I handed her a G&T, she stared down into it, jingling the ice cubes. The entrance hall was so crowded with other drinkers that she couldn’t help but stand close. I received a text from Ray.
How much touch?
But I didn’t even reply. ‘So, Tabby,’ I said, with a gulp of my wine. ‘You’re not into women?’

She rolled her eyes behind her glasses. ‘I don’t do sex, full stop.’

‘But the way you dress and your body language ...’

Her expression grew sour. ‘You can rely on it too much, dear,’ she snipped, before knocking back her drink. When she lowered her glass, she told me she didn’t do intimacy, and pursing the gin from her lips, added, ‘Sharing’s overrated.’ I saw then that she’d been hurt by a lover – perhaps this accounted for the sadness I’d sensed when she taught me.

‘But you
want
sex,’ I tried. ‘And you want sex with
me
. It’d change us both. I’m not your student any more.’

She gave a hard laugh that softened to a smile, then stroked the hair from my face. ‘You’re right, dear,’ she said, ‘but I can’t, OK?’ Then a buzzer signalled the start of Act 2.

After the play was finished, Tabby went to the loo, so I gave Ray a call. ‘Beautiful signing,’ I said.

He laughed. ‘Like you noticed! You were too busy stroking your teacher’s pussy.’

I told him about Tabby, how she wouldn’t let me touch her. ‘All the way through the second half, I didn’t even look at the play. I was too stunned that she’d brushed me off.’ It was true, I’d hardly seen the actors in their Shakespearian corsets – I’d been too busy gazing at Tabby’s freckled breasts, so delicately cupped by the halter-neck fabric, and imagining kissing those full glossed lips that would slide so perfectly over mine.

‘Shall I crash the party?’ said Ray.

I asked him to join us for dinner.

‘That poor woman needs seducing,’ he said. ‘Let’s give her the time of her life.’

I chose the restaurant: a tapas bar nearby. When I explained my friend was joining us, Tabby gave the tiniest pout as if I’d somehow abused her. By the time Ray arrived, we’d ordered champagne along with a medley of tiny bowls and platters. Roasted red peppers drizzled in oil, almond-stuffed dates wrapped in crispy bacon, chilli-fried shrimp, griddled halloumi cheese and hasselback potatoes, all brown and sweet. We ate from a glass-topped table with a candle at its centre, using our fingers to pick at the fare. Ray and I sat either side of Tabby on a curved bench that followed the line of the table. Her body language was prim at first, arms tight at her sides, but as the evening wore on she let us snuggle so close that our knees touched, and she even allowed Ray to feed her bacon-wrapped morsels. The first of these made her moan with pleasure, dropping back her head as she chewed.

I pressed my thigh against hers and said, ‘My turn. Feed me something.’

She watched me for a while, her blue eyes growing, her distrust grappling with the lust that swelled her pupils; then eventually she gave half a smile and chose a strip of roasted red pepper, which she placed on my tongue. I overacted entirely, falling back into the seat, massaging my breasts through the lycra as I groaned with enjoyment; beneath the table I reached between my legs massaging my own thigh as I let a droplet of oil escape from the side of my own mouth.

I could feel the burn of Tabby’s stare as Ray leant against her ear and whispered, ‘Lick it off.’

But the droplet ran down my chin and throat, and she didn’t move an inch. So Ray, in his brilliance, moved round my side of the bench, sitting right close to me, and licked from my tits up to my throat, catching the droplet on his tongue, before repeating the act with his hand on my thigh, his fingers gripping so hard that I felt a glorious shot of pain. ‘Fuck,’ he told me, ‘you’re a sexy little bitch.’

‘Feed me more,’ I gasped to Tabby, rolling my head her way.

I thought we’d snared her because her cheeks had flushed and she was sucking her finger as she stared at Ray’s seductions. He was now lowering my strap, licking across my shoulder; but before we could argue, Tabby was sidling away, snapping, ‘You’ve no right. I’m going to powder my nose.’

She spent the rest of the meal quietly eating, while Ray dangled his hand below my belly, fingering me through my silky briefs – sometimes smoothly, sometimes roughly – until I was so wet I couldn’t eat. Worried about Tabby, I tried not to show my pleasure, which made the whole scenario twice as hot. We ended up back at my place getting stoned in my bedroom, Tabby lying on her belly across my double bed, her prickliness slipping slowly away. I burned a sandalwood candle that gave the pot an exotic tinge, and lay on the rug with my head in Ray’s lap as we shared a joint. I stared up at his lively brown eyes, which made him look as if he were constantly amused.

Ray and I steered the conversation away from
Twelfth Night
and towards sexuality, but Tabby would have nothing of it. She continually brought us back to the present day, speaking of her teaching work, her neighbours and the art classes she enjoyed. But as the smoke took her, she began to lounge, rolling onto her back and laughing as Ray cracked jokes. ‘Silly boy,’ she told him, taking off her glasses. I was struck by her pretty face, so blue-eyed and innocent. ‘You’re worse than my students,’ she added.

‘I’m offended,’ I said, with a wry smile.

‘You shouldn’t be,’ she said, with a smoulder. Softening, she added, ‘You weren’t just any old student.’

Whoa! My jaw went slack.

‘Well?’ Ray asked Tabby. ‘What
was
Val like? Spill.’

Tabby rolled onto her front, her dress peeling upwards, the fabric gathering around her perfect thighs. Her whole expression was relaxed, playful, sleepy. With curls coming loose from her little blonde pigtails, she purred, ‘Val was the cleverest girl I ever taught.’

I glowed.

Ray laughed. ‘So how come she can’t use chopsticks?’

I slapped his arm.

‘Seriously,’ said Ray, reaching around my shoulders. ‘Val’s adorable as heck, and clever, but I can’t imagine she was much of a boffin!’

‘Don’t have to be a boffin to be smart,’ I said.

Tabby rolled onto her back so she was looking at us upside down, her pale cleavage exposed behind her jawline, as if one move might force those tight little breasts to just pop from the fabric, nipples and all. ‘She was dreamy,’ she said, taking a drag on her joint. Breathing out her smoke, she closed her eyes: ‘In that whole damn class, all I saw was Val.’

I grinned, setting my joint in the saucer at my side. ‘And all I saw was you,’ I said, softly.

‘So?’ Ray asked Val. ‘Why don’t you screw the girl?’

Tabby smoked thoughtfully for a while before giving her answer. When she did, her voice turned cool: ‘A cheating bitch called Layla.’

Ray and I exchanged a look, before he peeled away and crawled across to Tabby. Climbing up onto the bed, he grinned and tweaked one of her pigtails. She giggled, blue eyes glinting as he pulled in close. ‘I know a good cure for heartbreak,’ Ray said, fingers glossing the fabric between her breasts. ‘You’re a sweetie, you know? And hot as hell. And Val over there is besotted. And maybe I am too.’

Tabby’s eyes met his. She watched him for a while, then reached up and ruffled his hair. Smiling, she said, ‘Are you making a pass?’

Ray laughed. ‘We’re
both
making a pass.’

She stared at me, waiting. At last, she gave me a sultry wink. ‘OK,’ she said, smirking, ‘but only because I’m high.’

Happy as a birthday girl, I skipped across to the bed. When I was next to her, she said, ‘Kiss me.’ So I did. Her mouth was as yielding as I’d guessed: her lips, which tasted of cherry-flavoured gloss, slid across mine, and her tongue was lithe and gentle, tasting of the joint. We kept on going, opening our mouths on one another. I felt her fingers on my breast, kneading gently. She moaned. Then I ran my fingers through those soft little curls and touched her nape and the curve of her ass. She rolled onto her side, settling into the kiss, and now I was able to reach right beneath her skirt, my fingers brushing up those super-smooth thighs – I’d always known she’d be cool to the touch, like the insides of shells. When I drew away, I saw Ray reaching round her, pulling the fabric away from her breast. The sweetest, hardest roseate nipple lay gorgeously exposed. He rolled her onto her back, both of them smiling. ‘Naughty teacher,’ he told her. ‘No bra. How slutty.’ Then he began to lick Tabby’s perfect breast, and kept on going until it was glossed with saliva. I watched for a while, then joined in, running my tongue over her other tight little nipple, making her gasp and shiver. Ray, who was softly moaning as he licked, thrust his hand inside Tabby’s skirt and began to pleasure her with that wonder-touch of his. She arched, lips parting, and let out a sudden cry, her lips and lashes quivering, and said, ‘Oh God, it’s been so long!’ I felt her absently tugging at my hemline. ‘Take it off,’ she gasped, with a pleading look. ‘Oh, Val ... please.’