“So many things; to select the most outrageous would be difficult.” She smiled.
“Well, perhaps we should all confess?” Cal glanced around at the others, who nodded their agreement to participate. “Let me start.” He settled back into his chair and began. “When I was fourteen, I masturbated in a church.”
Felice turned, her eyes wide. “Really?”
“Yes. I was ashamed about it for many years. Then I realized it was the most fitting tribute I could have offered to God. My very own life force.” He chuckled to himself, enjoying the irony.
“Was anyone else there?” Felice was avid with curiosity.
He briefly turned to look at her. “Yes, no. Well ... no one who saw me, and I hadn’t intended to do it. I’d gone in to light a candle for my mother. She believed that she would recover from a bout of arthritis if I did so.” He smiled cynically to himself. “I’d pocketed the money that I’d been given for the candle and was sitting in the pew, waiting for the appropriate amount of time to pass before I could leave. Then I saw this nun, a sister of mercy, walk across the altar. When she fell to her knees in a deep and genuine genuflection, I found myself observing the way her body moved inside its habit -- it was a terrible shroud of a garment. Despite the covering, or maybe because of it, I could see she was shapely and even attractively built underneath.” He gazed into the mid-distance, feeling decidedly relaxed as he told them calmly that he had wanked in a church.
“Then, in my mind, I imagined that she walked over to the table on the altar and prostrated herself, bent
over. I realized that when I imagined her bent over, I wanted to take her, from behind. The idea of it was such a turn on that I had to get my cock out right there and then. I knelt down against the pew in front and wanked, banging it hard against the shelf where the hymn books rested.” He glanced around. They were all focused on him.
“She was still there, kneeling at the front, praying, but in my mind I had her pushed face-down on the altar, her habit rucked up over her hips, while I was sticking it inside her. I was rubbing my cock so hard while I thought of having her, over the altar ... in the fantasy she was very wet, but she screamed and prayed and begged for God’s forgiveness.”
“Just at that point, the nun stood up from her prayers, interrupting my fantasy. She turned toward me and smiled at me approvingly when she noticed me there, kneeling, as if I were praying, too. The situation was so perverse that I came immediately, while she was looking right at me ... and all over the hymn books, as I recall.”
The atmosphere in the room was static but for the background music of the stereo.
“You naughty boy,” Georgie purred, breaking the tension, her eyes flashing.
“Fuck,” Jason muttered.
Cal grinned at Georgie and then turned to Jason. “And you, Highlander?” He was building Felice up for the big one, sensing her hidden confessions.
Jason glanced at him. “Outrageous?” He was chuckling to himself, swept up in the experience of truth and display. He toyed with the collar of his linen shirt while he considered the challenge. “Well, nothing quite so perverse, but there was this one particular woman ... we always seemed to end up doing it outside.” He was reflective, a fond look in his eyes.
Cal caught Georgie’s eye, thinking about their time outside the day before. He smiled at her over the top of his brandy glass. Her eyes closed briefly in a warm sign of acknowledgment. Just that simple action touched him somewhere deep inside.
“Or in unusual places ... we once had sex in a Marks and Spencer changing room.”
“How did that come about?” Georgie quizzed, her eyebrows drawn together as if she was trying to picture the two lovers sneaking into one cubicle.
“Oh, she did it on purpose. She asked me to wait so I could see the dress she was trying on. She left the curtain open, and I could see her looking back at me in the reflection in the mirror. She knew what she was doing. She kept bending over to put things on the floor. She was wearing a purple g-string, and she looked so goddamn sexy. I could see her gorgeous arse, and she knew it. She got down to just the g-string and then turned to look at me, beckoning me in.”
He was smiling. “At first I shook my head, thinking the attendant would catch me and assume I was trying to steal something. Then she pulled the stool in front of her and straddled it, rocking back and forth as if she were riding cock. I had a major stiffy in seconds. I waited until the attendant walked up the line of cubicles to see if any more were empty, than darted in.” He glanced around at them. “She didn’t buy the dress; she didn’t even try it on. I don’t think she ever had any intention of it.”
“You did it quietly enough to avoid discovery?” Felice was fascinated.
He nodded. “I put my hand over her mouth while she rode me on the stool. She was the noisy one, although she claimed she wasn’t aware that she ever made a sound.”
“And how did you get out?”
“That was easy. We just walked out, right past the attendant who stood there with her mouth open, wondering what the hell had gone on in her territory.” Jason was obviously enjoying the reminiscing. “We also had sex on a train. Standing up. In the corridor. In broad daylight.”
“Standing?” Felice arched one eyebrow dramatically.
“She was taller than I.” He smiled at her.
“Go on ...” Her pupils were dilating.
Cal could see that Jason had stimulated something. Felice was tall, but perhaps she’d never had a shorter man standing up.
“We stood near the junction between the carriages, where the motion of the train can be felt most of all. We both wore long, heavy overcoats. It was winter. We were young lovers.” Jason shrugged, as if he didn’t need to explain. “We went into the corridor, and I felt the motion of the train while I kissed her. We were swept into it.” He met Felice’s stare. “I couldn’t do anything but respond to my body’s desires.”
Felice nodded. “Did anyone find you out?”