Sex and the Stranger

That’s the moment when I almost lose it, and alert her with my screams of laughter to what’s really happening in here, but somehow I keep myself under control as she replies, ‘Well, see you tomorrow, bright and early.’

We hold our breath as the sound of her heels clacking against the parquet floor grows fainter. At last, there’s only silence. ‘That was close,’ Jake murmurs.

‘Don’t worry about it. Just shut up and fuck me,’ I order him.

He does, moving with all the freedom his bonds will allow. As soon as he starts to pump in and out of me, I know this will be quick, but I’ve been on the edge of climax for what seems like hours now, and it will take very li

ttle of this wonderful friction to tip me over. Speeding the process, I drop a finger down to the apex of my thighs, finding my clit and strumming it with precision.

Yelling out Jake’s name, I surrender to the orgasm that tears through my body with such force I’m in danger of toppling off the box I stand on. My cunt clutches tight around his shaft, milking the spunk from him, and he slumps against the shelf, spent and panting.

‘That was amazing,’ I tell him, reaching round to untie his wrists. We share soft, sloppy kisses, then reality hits us and we seem to become aware for the first time that we’ve just had sex in a tiny dark cupboard that smells of hamster bedding and Plasticine.

‘Maybe now’s a good time to go for that drink we were talking about,’ I suggest, dressed once more and ready to leave. ‘We could go to a pub if you want, but I’ve got a bottle of Chablis in the fridge, and I do hate drinking alone.’

Jake nods. ‘Sounds good to me. Why don’t you lead the way?’

The lights are on in the neighbouring classroom, a cleaner patiently mopping the floor. It’s definitely time to go. Tomorrow, I’ll ring Mitchell and let him know how the parents’ evening went. Tonight, all I want to do is take Jake home and teach him more about what it takes to please me.

Here There Be Dragons

Chrissie Bentley

‘Hey, Chrissie. Have you ever had a threesome?’

I’ll say one thing for my friend Lisa: she always knows how to catch your attention.

‘No, I can’t say I have,’ I started to say, but she was already chatting on.

‘I’ve been thinking about that a lot just lately. I think it’s something to do with the aging process.’

I eyed her curiously. ‘It’s not just because you can’t keep your legs shut, then?’

‘Seriously. Think about it, when you’re young, everything’s a brand new experience. But as you get older, haven’t you noticed how your options just start drying up? You and Dave, for example. You’ve been together however long, a year or whatever, and I bet half the things you were doing when you first met have been completely forgotten about.’

‘OK, you do have a point, there.’

‘Right. And why is that? Because you know one another so well you’ve just settled into a routine. There’s no time for play any more, no room for experiment. You just get in, get out and get on with your lives. Pete and I were exactly the same.’

‘But that’s not why you broke up.’

‘I didn’t say it was. What I am saying is, I’ve been thinking about how exciting sex was when we were younger and how I miss that thrill of discovery now that we’re no longer young. Which got me thinking about things that I’ve never done and that got me thinking about threesomes.’

I smiled. ‘Well, you got there in the end. You should go for it.’

‘I’m going to. I was just wondering, who should we pick for our partner? It can’t be anyone we know or who we’re likely to see.’

I interrupted her. ‘Hey, what’s all this “we” business? When you said a threesome, I thought you meant you and two guys. Or, at least, some other couple.’

‘God, no. What happens if I hate it? At least if you’re there …’

‘I can take over?’

‘No, I was thinking more along the lines of, you wouldn’t be insulted if I don’t want to …’ Again her voice trailed off and, for the first time in this entire conversation, it dawned on me that she was actually being serious about this. The question I now had to answer was, was I?

It’s funny, but one of the first things out of any guy’s mouth, once he’s got you into bed, is ‘Have you ever done it with another girl?’ Beat him to it, ask him if he’s ever done it with another guy, and he’ll probably flip (unless, of course, he has), and start demanding to know if he comes across as gay. But not only are girls meant to take the question seriously, the big hope is, they’ll answer yes. Well, sorry to disappoint you, fellas, but the closest I ever came was in high school, when I had a crush on a girl in my hockey team. Then it turned out that she felt the same way about me, and the romantic possibilities of the entire situation suddenly crumbled, never to be revisited again.

But, if I had to get it on with another girl (and, from the way Lisa was carrying on, it rather sounded like I might) she, Lisa, would probably be my first choice. At least we’ve known each other long enough that, if it should go wrong, there’d be no hard feelings. And if it goes right, then our friendship unfolds in a whole new dimension. It’s a win-win situation and, if I keep on telling myself that, I might even come to believe it.