Chapter 6
She picked him up at the bus stop and took him to a cool, quiet bar for a drink. She found out he was a student of communications. She told him a few small lies about herself.
She told him she was interested in having some fun with him, maybe for a while, maybe just for today, and that was no lie. And she said that she'd never heard a bad thing about him at the club. "By that, I mean negative."
"I'm onto a good thing," he responded. "I'd be an idiot to do or say anything to end it."
"Thank you, Sean. I was counting on your sense of discretion. Where do you live?"
He had a one-room apartment a ten-minute drive away, near his college campus. A good part of it was taken up by a bed that folded out of a couch. Rachel wondered if he ever bothered folding it back in. The bed was unmade, but otherwise the place was neat.
Rachel and Sean had both changed before leaving the club. She had on a pair of heels, slacks, and a white blouse that allowed hints of the shapes of her nipples. Sean had on sneakers, shorts and a pullover. A bag he had brought with him he now chucked into a closet. With the door locked, he eased up behind Rachel, a little to one side, and placed his hand in the small of her back. She was standing near one corner of the foot of the bed, just sort of looking at it.
"Second thoughts?" he asked.
"Wondering where to start," she answered.
He eased up closer behind her, pressing the lump of his snugly packaged pecker into her near ass cheek. He nuzzled her hair and whispered against her ear. "Why don't we just get out of these clothes, into bed, and do it. For like an hour."
Rachel laughed softly, her head tilting back. "Then what?"
"Then, once we're warmed up, we can have our fun." She laughed again, and turned to face him. "That sounds like a successful line."
"Does it?"
"Works for me," she said, and plastered her mouth to his. It was not a hard kiss, but it was not bashful either. It claimed him for her very own while offering up herself in provocative surrender.
She slid her hands past his hips and down to cup the muscle-filled juts of his rump. She rubbed over his cheeks and dug parted fingers into the firm shapes.
Sean responded to her kiss with an unabashedly probing tongue. When her tongue lifted to seek his, he stroked in firmly against it, then seemed tot ake hold with a coiled grasp, claiming her in reply.
His hands found their way to the cushiony crescents of Rachel's buttocks and wasn't anymore hesitant about digging in than she was. He also pulled her forward, against his cock.
Making the smooch play on, Rachel slid her open hands up Sean's back. She felt muscle there too, and the firmness that seemed to go all over. Physically, he was the strongest male she could immediately recall encountering.
Rachel wondered if he was as potentially dominating in other ways, beyond the physical, and the thought gave her an odd quiver of excitement. Submitting to Sean wouldn't be like submitting to her husband or to Del. With them she required it of herself, playing passive or dishing out pleasure to get what she wanted. With Sean it would be simple surrender to an irresistible force.
She could have sworn that she preferred being at the controls, either running the show herself, or getting enough out of it to play the passive or submissive role. But for a guy to just have his way with her, that would be something new.
Only it wasn't the newness of it that excited her. It felt more like something she had been waiting for. Could it be that she had a secret wish to be overwhelmed by a man? To be taken in hand and made to behave as he wished? To be tamed for her wild ways?
The kiss finally breaking off, Rachel moved her lips to Sean's ear and murmured, "I'll show you what I've got, then you show me what you've got. Okay?"
"The sooner the better," he answered, sounding like he meant it. And it made her wonder what he would do if she suddenly told him she had changed her mind. Just as a little test, mind you.
She shied away from trying it. He might behave like a gentleman and jump into a cold shower as she left.
Rachel pushed herself from Sean, slipping her shoes off. She unfastened her loose-fitting slacks and let them drop in a cloth puddle about her ankles. Stepping out of them, she was already unbuttoning her blouse. She let it fall behind her.
Braless, she hooked thumbs in her black bikini panties and pushed them from her hips. She sat on the edge of the bed and worked the flimsy undergarment along her thighs, past her knees, lifting her feet one after the other to get free of it.
Naked, she slid her feet forward on the carpet, her long, tapered legs straightening out. She leaned back on straight arms, running her gaze up the front of his casually dressed body, simmering in her own nakedness and in the prospect of going all the way with this prize specimen of virile young manhood.
His jersey was off with what seemed like the flick of an arm. He toed his sneakers off, loosening his shorts and letting them drop like Rachel had. Underneath he was wearing his almost immodestly brief swimsuit. Its bulge was bigger than she remembered it being.
"Available or not, I have looked at you, Mrs. Dunn," he murmured. "Sometimes I almost forgot myself and did something like this...." His right hand slid across his belly, moving downward. His fingers went under his trunks, and he groped himself in front of her.
Rachel's tongue slipped over her lips. Her eyes sharply focused on Sean's crotch, watching the slow up and down motions of his rubbing hand.
"You're looking at a hundred and forty-five pounds of horny frustration, Mrs. Dunn," he went on.
She almost told him to start calling her Rachel, but then suppose he used her first name at the club. Be-sides, she kind of got a kick out of feeling like a dirty old lady. Also, she almost offered to do something about his frustration, but instead asked, "What're you going to do about it, Sean?"
He stepped closer, standing taller over her. "Everything I can," he answered, and pushed the front of his swimsuit down under his balls. His swelling cock came out and up in his hand and, fingers curling about the shaft, he worked his fist to and fro slowly.
"Take off my suit, will you?" he asked.
Rachel responded enthusiastically, sitting up and leaning forward slightly as she reached for his trunks. The distracted her from his cock for an instant, and it was in that instant when Sean's hips went forward and his cock moved against her lips and slipped into her mouth.
Rachel smiled around the rubbery shaft, holding her lips against it. It had been a while since anyone had taken her by surprise. She liked it. And she liked the further potential it showed in young Sean. To surprise her, to please her, and maybe to even give her something of what she suspected she really wanted.
Rachel let her mouth slide farther onto Sean's still growing penis and worked his snug suit down his strong, hairy legs. She took his pliant cockhead into the hollow of her throat, grinding her lips on the very base of the shaft, burying her nose in his pubic bush.
She drew away with sensational suction, pulling her clinging lips and scraping tongue out to the flared tip of his organ. Her body rocked forward and back again, and continued to do so.
His cock filled out to a lasting hardness. Every succulent slide away from Sean's groin revealed a thicker, sturdier length of prick.
Rachel's mouth, as was usually the case, seemed to have an elastic quality. However big Sean's cock grew, she had room waiting for it beyond her lips in the tight wet warmth of her oral grasp. However big he got, she made herself a match for it.
She groaned appreciatively, pulling her mouth out and off of his now slippery hard-on. She swallowed and smacked her lips and said, "This is quite a specimen you have here."
"Bigger than your husband's?"
"If you must know."
She moved to take his big thing into her mouth again, but his fingertips on her shoulders stopped her. She looked up questioningly, and a tad disappointed.
Sean was showing a cock-eyed grin. Or was it just cocky? Anyway, he said, "I have something else in mind."
"It's a unique guy who doesn't want to get his dick sucked," she remarked, glinting up at him expectantly.
"I'm gonna make you squirm," he murmured. "I'm gonna make you want it bad."
"I don't need much help," she answered impudently.
Bending over, he urged her down onto the bed. He slipped his fingers from her shoulders onto her boobs and kneaded into the pliant flesh. He pushed her tits together and rubbed them against each other. His thumbs ran in endless circles around her stiffening nipples, until her dark flesh felt raw with excitement.
Rachel felt her guts draw tight with anticipation, expectation, arousal, and uncertainty. She still didn't know if he was the real take-charge guy she suddenly found herself with the hots for. He was more aggressive and commanding then Dwight was.
Sean knelt before Rachel, put his hands on her knees and drew them apart. She resisted slightly, testing him, but if he noticed it did not show. He pushed her knees wide apart, causing her pussy to gape nakedly before him.
He moved in between her thighs and bowed over her body. Pushing her tits closer together with his hands, he nuzzled between them. Licking the bottom of her cleavage, he rubbed his face on the plush inner curves of her boobs. Was his intention to give pleasure or to take it? Or both? Rachel couldn't be sure.
Sean seemed to chew his way up the side of one breast and closed his mouth around her rigid nipple. He sucked and held it, then sucked harder.
Rachel gasped, her body twisting in sudden, harsh pleasure. She knew he had promised to make her squirm, but this soon? Was he showing off and stroking his own ego, or was he simply robust in his attempts to thrill her?
Sean's mouth traveled a slow route to the peak of Rachel's other tit and bit down on it with another two-stage suck. She inhaled deeply against the consuming tide of excitement that rose through her, and her body arched to crowd her tit deeper into his mouth.
His head lifted and he pulled at her boob with the rich suction. Letting the tit pop free, he washed over the meaty portion with a bold, wide tongue, and gulped in the swollen peak for another lewd feast.
Rachel's heels kicked up into the air and her ankles crossed on the small of his back. Her fingers combed into his hair and took firm but gentle hold. She wasn't going to let him get away.
When Rachel thought about taking charge of a situation or another person, she was actually thinking about taking command of the pleasure to be had. And when she thought of being dominated, she was not thinking about being turned into a slave. She was thinking about him taking command of her pleasure, of him making things happen for her, and not having any option but to enjoy it.
Yes, she wanted that, and had wanted it for some time without really realizing it. Her natural persona was strong and forceful, acid so it had been enjoyable to be the assertive one, the active one. She'd thought that that was the whole picture, but Sean was showing her a broader perspective indeed. They said you don't know what you've got until it's gone. By the same token, you don't know what you really want until you've got it.
He was bold, knowing, and oozed sensuality. He knew the pleasure of giving pleasure, of making it hap-pen, and he reveled in it, hungered for it, even.
He wasn't Dwight, who she had to let take charge, and he wasn't Del, who she could have resisted had she not wanted Patti's cooperation, though he had been fun regardless. He was not the other men she knew and had fucked, who were better takes then givers. He had something they lacked. She could give in to him without it feeling like weakness. With the others, she had a choice. With Sean, she didn't. Not anymore.
Nineteen years old, huh? She couldn't get over it. He was young, but he had what it took. There was no getting around that. You really couldn't judge a book by its cover. And to think she had only been looking for a lively romp to get back on track after that run-in with Barbara.
Rachel grinned. Ironic, wasn't it, that Barbara was responsible for Rachel being here, with the one guy she wasn't likely to soon get tired of? Ironic indeed!
His ass sinking toward his heels, Sean licked his way down the front of Rachel's body. His tongue caresses were extraordinarily light after the ravenous quality he had shown at her boobs. He tickled deftly in and out of her navel and fluttered, crisscrossing softly down over her pelvis.
Slowly, but with heavier pressure, he traced the border of her pubic bush, confining himself to her mound area. He retraced his path, then wound the tip of his tongue into her thatch.
His hands, meanwhile, were playing in and out along the smoothness of her inner thighs, the heels of his palms going from the cheeks of her ass to her knees. He was caressing her and holding her legs in a good, wide spread at the same time. He was simply sweeping her off her feet.
Abruptly but expectedly, Sean ducked lower between Rachel's thighs. Grasping the backs of her knees, he pushed her legs up and back, holding them in their wide spread.
Rachel's cunt tilted up and seemed to flower before him. She was completely exposed and totally vulnerable, and waiting impatiently. A gasp escaped her and her body gave an uncontrolled writhe. Her hips wiggled.
Sean pressed his mouth to her cunt with a heavy kiss. It was followed by another and another. Wide, succulent, horny, his smooches curled her toes in the air.
His tongue came back into play, washing up over her spread-out folds with broad strokes. He went faster, fairly lapping at her outer twat, each tongue-slide seemingly to dig a little deeper at her.
He pressed the outer portion of his probe onto her clit and held it there. With short, quick motions he jerked his tongue up and down from side to side against the protective pocket that contained her stiffened bud.
Rachel responded with a sudden intake of breath as his tongue made direct contact with her clit. "Oh," she cried out as he continued rubbing his tongue against her there. Her tones of pleasure climbed higher on a peak of preliminary excitement, then came tumbling down in sighing fashion. She stretched and wiggled her body, beaming a big smile.
Sean moved his tongue into a straight line and sent the tip into the top of Rachel's slit. He wriggled the pointy end of hiss probe against the underside of her clit and over its cap, sending Rachel into further delight.
He moved between her pussy lips, seeking other fun-points to explore and exploit. With his nimble tongue he tickled her hot inner pink flesh and teased over her streaming inner slit.
Her ripe flavors seemed to catch his tongue and draw it deeper into her privates. The more he tasted her, the hungrier he became. In an instant, his flicking, licking tongue was digging into her small, tight, wet opening, and going deeper.
She wasn't out to make comparisons, but Rachel couldn't help noticing the differences between Sean and her husband. It was the difference between letting go and holding back, and it was a world of difference.
"Yes," Rachel hissed. "Yes, I want it, you make me want it, I can't fight it...." Her senses reeled as she felt Sean's bold tongue snake itself deeper into her lining, twisting and rolling against her inner membranes. "Oh, what you're doing to me," she cried out.
At a deliberate pace, Sean worked his tongue in and out of her, rubbing between her swollen inner lips, wedging her gash open around his sliding friction, stroking and stroking her tender and sensitive spongy inner flesh.
Every erotic nerve ending in her body seemed to be straining toward this fiery point of intensely erotic contact. Her hips were grinding in circles, her nether region too aroused to lie still. Her pelvis rocked to and fro, continually lifting her cunt at his gnawing mouth, trying to trick or lure or get him deeper inside her.
Rachel could feel her control continuing to slip away, ever more intense pleasures and excitements claiming more and more of her system and burning through her flesh. She shivered through bursts of rapture. Her voice was all whimpers and whines and coos of carnal enjoyment.
He was sucking on her now, and that was the beginning of the end. She felt the sudden gathering and rising of her orgasm, the lightning bolts flashing through her nether region, signaling the on-coming storm.
Her arms reached out to either side, fingers digging into whatever bedding she could get, wanting to hold onto something, anything.
And then it was happening for her, with pounding force and breath-taking sweetness, ecstasies surging through her veins time and time again, sweeping her off to a whole other state of being.
Well, Barbara thought to herself, what are you waiting for?
She was at home, sitting on the living room couch, hugging her knees as she worked on a stiff drink held in one hand.
She had sworn to herself at the wedding that if she ever found out Rachel was just taking Dwight for a ride she would do something. Friend or no friend, she wouldn't let the bitch get away with it.
She still had no concrete evidence of infidelity, but at the same time, there was absolutely no doubt left in her mind. It was time to act, if she was going to.
The phone waited on the near end of the coffee table. She stared at it, not afraid of doing what she had planned to do years ago, but not eager either. And what if she failed? She didn't have a Plan B.
Don't think too long, she warned herself, or you'll find it's too late.
She lowered her feet to the floor, eased out to the edge of the seat. She put her glass down, rubbed her hands over her legs, drew a breath and reached for the phone. Then she dialed the number of Dwight's office.