Our First Time: Anthology of a Menage

by Jennifer O'Donnell

  Sam and I said warm goodbyes to Jason, and I hugged him before he slipped into his car. It felt strange hugging him as his cum dripped down into my panties. Sam was silent on the drive back to our place; I thought for a moment that he regretted setting up his best friend to cream pie his wife. It certainly sounded crazy when I thought about it. “What did you think?” he asked. I smiled, glancing at him and pulling out my cell phone. “I think I want to call Nicki.”

  Chapter 10

  The Beverly School Passion

  By Taylor Lang

  “Why didn’t you knock on the door?” Stacy asked Mike with a gloomy face, “Are you upset about something?” Mike didn’t like to talk, especially when in a bad mood or tired. “We’ll talk about it later.” He answered her tersely, and without saying anything else, went straight to the shower. The sun was going down and the temperature was falling. It was going to be cold. Hot coffee would be a good idea, Stacey thought to herself. She took out the coffee maker, and began the brewing process while she flipped through a fashion magazine she had borrowed from a friends shop. Her thoughts were on Mike, and she wondered what was bothering him. She had known him for six years, since college graduation, and she didn’t want to push for answers, knowing that he needed time for his own thoughts at such moments.

  As she flipped through the magazine she was surprised to discover a $100 bill flip out from between the pages. She wondered who could have stuck such a large bill inside, and forgotten about it. As she examined the bill more closely, she discovered a phone number with the name of the store, and store attendant written on the back. She reached for the phone and dialed the number. A sexy, cool, familiar male voice greeted her, “Hello, and to whom am I speaking?” Stacy didn’t say anything. “How may I help you? Hello, can you hear me?” Stacy felt numb and confused, but finally she broke the silence. “Is Anita around?” “Sorry, this is Duke from the Bartam Interior Group and we don’t have anyone by that name at our company.” “Sorry for bothering you,” she was about to hang up the phone when Duke interrupted. “Excuse me, you sound familiar, are you by any chance an alumna of the Beverly school?” Suddenly realizing that she had been talking to someone she knew; Stacy quickly hung up the phone.

  The coffee was ready, and now Mike was in the Jacuzzi enjoying a warm water massage as he thought about how to approach Stacy about his problem at work. Stacy knocked at the door, “Honey can we talk?” Mike answered, “Wait until I tell you that I’m ready.” Stacy was instantly upset. Why wouldn’t he talk to her at the time she needed to talk? Why was it always on his terms? “‘Okay, I’m waiting on you,” she replied. She returned to the living room, pouring herself a cup of coffee.

  Meanwhile, Duke was tempted to return her call. He began to wonder why she had called. She had sounded a lot like Stacy Richards. He began to wonder if she was Stacy Richards. He abandoned the drawing he had been working on and went to the phone directory to confirm the number. It was Mike’s home number---might he have married Stacy Richard’s? “I can’t believe this.” He thought to himself. He began talking to himself out loud and pacing like a cat from one end of the room to the other. His phone rang again and he jumped to answer it. This time it was his secretary asking for help on a printing job. “I’ll be over there to help in a few minutes.” The call from work became the vehicle for his restless energy, and he rushed over to the office and sat at his desk with the speed of a marathon runner, still breathing deeply.

  “I heard you talking on the phone,” Mike began the conversation by attempting to divert the questions that Stacy was posing. “Yes, well it was a wrong number. Excuse me, now are you ready to talk about what’s bothering you, Mike?” “Don’t mind,” he replied. “I’m your wife and I love you. Lately you’ve been acting so strangely, and please don’t tell me again that there is nothing going on.” “I’m just tired,” he replied. “You’re not the Mike I once knew. What’s happened to ‘good morning’ and ‘good evening’ kisses? If you would open up and talk to me, we might find a solution to things.

  Mike began, “Honestly, things aren’t good at work and I thought it might be better to keep it to myself.” “What’s wrong, honey?” She interrupted “Is it that your contract is ending that makes you so low?” “Not really, I feel that I should be getting a better job anyway. This work involves a lot of pressure, and as you know I don’t perform well under such conditions. She consoled him, “Don’t worry Mike, good things are on the way. Just think of the steps to take and start taking them?” “I’m planning on doing something very different, something I’m comfortable with, and something that I feel passionate about. Did I tell you about my college friend who does some design?” “No you didn’t, but you haven’t found anything that’s sparked your interest all these years---what new thing do you want to venture into?” Mike interrupted. “Can we please save this conversation for some other time?”

  It was getting late and they had to decide what to do for supper. Mike had passed by the food store for the Friday night groceries, since it was his duty to cook on Fridays, and he wanted to keep the meals exciting and interesting. What do you have in that shopping bag? She asked, “I got you some delightful strawberries, my love.” Stacy knew that such moments would lead to candlelight and a long romantic evening. “Wow, that’s a wonderful treat, “she exclaimed.” He handed her a gift box and she unwrapped it. “You got me lingerie too! What a nice surprise.” Mike had unexpected ways of surprising her, but strangely most of his surprises didn’t start out with an exhibition of a good mood. Cutting the conversation short she reached for his neck, grabbed him and kissed him like it was the first time in a millions years. They went to the kitchen together to prepare dinner and exchanged romantic words, kisses, and cuddling.

  Quietness had descended on the office and Duke had decided to work overtime in order to complete his current project. He was trying to downplay the thoughts that kept coming up about Stacy. He took out his cell and started dialing a number. The only refuge he had at hand was to get something to drink in one of his famous local joints. Time was ticking by; it was quarter past eight on a Friday night and many young couples were out on the streets, flooding into the local night clubs. This was an opportunity to forget about his feelings for Stacy, which had lingered far too long.

  Duke had the kind of athletic torso that couldn’t fail to attract any new girl in town. He grabbed his coat and a scarf, locking the door behind him and headed straight to the bar. “Hey! Look who’s here.” Friends started shouting as he entered the club. “It’s been too long, Duke. We thought you had quit drinking. “Come on…I‘ve been busy, on and off the construction site.” He signaled to the bartender to bring a round of beer for his friends. It was time to be merry, and he was determined to forget about the girl he had lost years ago.

  Meanwhile, Mike was busy trying to ignite the diminishing flame of his romance with his wife using candlelight, garnishes of chocolate covered berries, and a diffuser scented with jasmine oil. Thanks to his efforts, they were both in the mood, and he had accomplished this behind the scenes in secret, without tipping Stacy off to his plan. “Honey where are you, dinner is ready?” shouted Stacy. “Okay, coming.” She added, “Better hurry while it’s still hot.” He appeared at the table, “Wow, look at you! You look amazingly sexy; it’s been ages since you’ve worn that dress. It reminds me of our first date.”

  “Really, what about it reminds you of that?” She was trying to draw him out to keep the conversation building. “To be honest, you take me back to those moments when we first saw each other, you haven’t really changed. You fulfilled the dream I had been dreaming, and you still do---seeing you happy, young and sexy.” The sweet words brought Stacy to tears and she looked into Mikes eyes, “You’ve never said anything like that before.” She leaned forward for a kiss, and Mike wasted no time reaching her lips. Then they exchanged the words, “I love you.”

  Now let’s get to the table. She opened the lid of the covered dish and an aroma of
the finest spices filled the air, overshadowing the scent of jasmine from the diffuser. “You, Mike, are a wonderful chef…correction…we are wonderful chefs.” Mike spoke up, “Tell me all about your day.” “Well, honey, I went to check on my credit card at the bank, and passed by the salon to make my hair appointment.” ”Is that all?” he interrupted “No, I’m still in the middle of my day, okay, why don’t you tell me about your day? “I really had a tough day, much needs to be fixed.” Stacy interrupted him, “On second thought, let’s not talk about work.” She knew this would lead them to an ugly place.

  “Ladies may I buy you some drinks?” “Sure you look like a nice guy,” One of the women responded. “You sound like a sweet girl,” Duke matched her flattery. “Bartender, more bottles, please,” Duke rejoined. His idea was to keep the party rolling, attempting to get rid of the old fantasies and enter a new world of social activity. He went up to an attractive lady, “You with someone”? He asked, secretly hoping she would say that she was waiting for her man. “I happen to be by myself “she replied. “That’s cool. I happen to be waiting for a woman who’s sitting right next to me.” “You’re a funny guy.” “By the way, I’m Duke and you are Nancy. Nice to know each other” She laughed, “So Duke, what do you do? “ “I am an environmental re-creator …I mean I a landscape designer, what of this beautiful lady here?” “Oh! Me?” she said sipping on a glass of wine. I do facial re-creation and make-up artistry and I can make you look like a teenager.” They both laughed loudly. “Teenager, you say? … No, no!” protested Duke. “I would rather get older so I can win a woman like you.” “Come on, I don’t date older guys,” she replied.

  They kept up the friendly banter and as time passed people started to wind up the evening and leave the club. The time was ripe for Duke to score a one night stand. It had been a while since he had been laid. Nancy was an attractive sort of woman who didn’t mind getting friendly with someone with a great physique such as Duke. Duke knew a lot of tricks to get Nancy bedded, and he was working them. Nancy was getting more comfortable with Duke’s charming company, and she expressed it by moving her hand over his strong arm. “You seem as though you work out a lot.” “Oh, no…I was born with this body,” he replied confident that his shtick was working. “Where do you live, Nancy?’ “First Avenue. It’s quite a long way from here. You drive?” “Uh-uh, my car broke down last week and all this time I’ve been using rentals.” “Are you serious?” “Truth be told, I am. Cars are just one of many things you can rent. It’s one of my things---to hire. You must be an expensive kind of a woman…but tonight a gentleman must be gentle. Am I going to drive you home? Sure! Surprised, oh yeah, I must be that guy.” “I appreciate your kindness, but no thanks.” She replied. “I insist “he, asserted “Thanks but I’m okay. Don’t worry, I’ll wend my way home, Mr. Nice Guy”, she replied with sarcasm. “Just call me Duke, the gentleman.” “Well there you go Duke the gentle…how about that…,” she slurred. Nancy was toasted and by now could hardly walk. “Take me home!” “Naugh let me call you a taxi.” “No taxi! I want your ride and I want to see you kiss me goodnight at the door.” “Come on Nancy, that’s not going to happen.” “OKAY, then I am not leaving this club,” she was yelling as loud as she could. “Does anyone have a problem with that?” she screamed again. He took control, “Okay, okay, I’ll take you home if you’ll stop yelling.”

  Duke took some bottles from behind the counter and led Nancy out of the club, into the parking lot and clicked the automatic unlock button on his car keys. Then he opened the passenger door and got Nancy into the car. “This is a fantastic night out with you stranger” she said, “Take me straight into my house and you aren’t coming back, keep that in mind,” she slurred. “What will make me never come back?” “I have a big California king bed that you can lay your drunken body on…” Then I will not enter your house.” He replied, using his wiles by playing hard to get.

  After making a few turns they ended up at her apartment; it wasn’t that far away. Now Nancy got quiet. “Duke, I want you to stay with me”. “I got a lot to do tomorrow.” “Hey, it’s Friday night, it’s the weekend. Why can’t you spend the night with me?” Now Duke was trying to avoid the mess that was probably going to go down. On the other hand, Nancy’s beauty was alluring. “Open the door.” “No, baby, you help me open it.” She was copping an attitude again, acting now like she was getting sober. “Alright give me the key.” Nancy handed him the door key.

  As Stacy was cleaning up the dinner dishes, Mike commented again on the meal. “I should say this again and again this meal was perfect, it was like a drug to enhance my mood.” “Really that’s a little over the top.” she replied. “Can you see I’m smiling? Take a look at this face. What does it tell you?” Stacy laughed, “You look like someone who is angry, who’s changed their tune to get some sweet love making”. “There you go. Give me your hand”. He led her into the hallway, pulling a scarf from his pocket, he blindfolded her. I got a surprise for you. Wait, let me do something…we’ve got no time to waste. What is going to happen will require silence.” Stacy was getting confused. Mike had never done anything like this before. Her skin was turning warm, and the hairs on the back of her neck were starting to stand up under the spell of Mike’s seduction plan. Mike reached for the stereo and tuned in a sweet, slow romantic song inducing even more of a romantic spell. “Am I allowed to speak yet?” she asked. “Not just yet,” hereplied. He reached out to untie her blindfold.

  She opened her eyes. Stacy couldn’t believe what was on the bed. Mike had scattered rose petals and pieces of chocolate. “You can talk now.” Stacy couldn’t believe her eyes; roses and chocolate all over the room. She couldn’t resist the urge to kiss him. Mike leaned forward and grabbed her hard, and started kissing her as he held her around the waist. Pausing to breathe, she looked him in the eye and placed her hand on his neck, and with the other hand removed the ribbon that tied back her plaited hair.

  “I want you to ride me like you have never, ever done before. Assume that this is the last time we are having sex in this world” Hearing this request, Mike was now in the verge of showing her what he was really about. She pushed him onto the bed, his legs dangling over the edge. Then reached for her zipper at the back of her dress and let it loose. Mike watched as the dress fell to the floor exposing the tightness of the bra holding up her breasts. “Do you want to help me?” She asked. No answer was as good as a “yes”, but Mike couldn’t speak a word. He tried to stand up but Stacy gave him a push that put him back in position. “There’s more to helping me than that, but it’s still my turn,” She asserted. Reaching for Mike’s belt, she loosened it and pulled of his pants, reducing him to his boxers. She got on top of him, and ripped off his shirt as if they were in a fighting match. Now is your chance to show me what you’re made of boy, Stacy has spoken.”

  “Okay, give me some space, Babe,” as he tried to turn her over. “No space daddy, you got to fight for it, if you want to get into it”. He surprised her with a fast turn in the other direction, and flipped up on top. As they wrestled they talked dirty to each other. Then she said, “I want you to dedicate yourself to my pussy as though your life depends on it.” “Thanks for the opportunity,” he said as he knelt in between her legs and grabbed her by the neck trying to raise her into a good kissing position. Stacy’s eyes were motionless, and as he moved his head closer toward hers she had no clue what was going to happen next. She attempted to let his lips come close, but Mike avoided this because he wanted the burning to be more intense first. The internal burning desire led her to close her eyes. It was the surest way to be carried into the world of sexual pleasure. Mike didn’t want to disappoint.

  Mike didn’t want to disappoint her by enacting the expected moves. He lowered his head bringing his nose close to his neck with a little pause as he smelled her skin. The fragrance of her scent was changing, and he could tell that her sex hormones had been released which impelled him into action. Mike slipped a hand
in between the strings that had bound her to her bra, exposing the nipples. This time she let the feeling take over and she tried to get him to put his penis into her pussy. Her pussy was wet and hot, and the only way to get off of this burning feeling was to let him get into her genitals. Mike didn’t hesitate as he felt her hand on his penis, but he moved very deliberately, taking his time with her nipples, knowing that it was a point on his score sheet. “Mike I want you inside.” He had conquered her, but he didn’t respond. “Mike, I really need your penis in me”. She continued. I know you’re ready,” he whispered. He pulled off her tits and changed position as she lay helplessly before him. She threw away her bra, as he stripped off his shorts. The only material remaining between their bodies was her G-string, but this didn’t faze him at all, he grabbed one of her legs and dragged her across the bed to the edge. This was the best position to give her the satisfaction for which she yearned. Holding his erect manhood, he rubbed the tip onto her clit, then suddenly took one of her legs right up to his neck. He pushed the other leg to the side of the bed. With everything in the right place he slipped his middle finger through her G-string to pave way for his penis. Her clitoris was swollen and she couldn’t wait to feel this strong flesh in her vagina. Being a patient man, he took his time rubbing at the tip of his penis on her clit, and inserted it very slowly. Ah...Ah...Come on…give it to me, she moaned with pleasure.

  The drama wasn’t over between Nancy and Duke. “Welcome to my house , get yourself something to eat,” Nancy she told him “I’m okay, thanks, “replied Duke. “Well, let me get you something myself then.” “As you wish. I like your place,” Duke commented. “Oh thanks, but its much too expensive here.” They continued their conversation while she warmed up some food in the microwave. “How about something to drink? I’ll get something that will make you very strong.” This remark let him know that the evening was going in the right direction. “Duke, when was the last time you slept with a woman?” she inquired, trying to sound casual. “Like six months ago…too long,” he replied.