Change Partners

by Cathryn Cooper

  He used one hand to hold her hip and steady her. He used the other to guide himself into her.

  Bit by bit, she felt this alien intruder slide into where no one else had been before.

  ‘I will be gentle,’ he said, his voice trembling, his eyes bright with excitement. ‘I will push in gently at first until the barrier is breached and I am inside your womb, invading your body.’

  ‘I remember it well,’ she whispered to herself on her walk through the park. There was an ache between her legs that reflected the thoughts in her mind.

  Ahmed had pushed himself into her just like he said he would. At first, as he had promised, he was gentle, then there was searing pain, tension and a rigidness in her limbs as he ripped through her hymen.

  She had cried out for her mother and had tried to move her legs, to force him from her. Tears had rolled from her eyes. The fluttering that had caused her to do this had suddenly stilled as though regretful of what it had instigated.

  ‘There, there,’ he had said softly. ‘Take it easy. Breathe slowly. Let it wash over you like the waves of the sea. Soon the pain will be no more and only pleasure will remain.’

  He had lain still on her then, kissed her tears and, as he kissed them, she felt him throbbing within her, his sac hot between her thighs. Then it began again.

  Once he knew that her barrier was broken and her tension released. His pace quickened and became fiercer.

  Her cries became groans as the first tremors of pleasure replaced the searing pain of his initial intrusion.

  The heat of his belly and the coarseness of his pubic hair had slapped against her as he rammed himself into her. He gripped her hips, his hair against her mouth. The smell of it made her both sick and excited.

  Something was released from deep within her. Something that fluttered and spread over her body like the touch of butterfly wings, rising ever higher, making her close her eyes because it felt so beautiful, so pleasurable.

  She opened her eyes and stared into the sweating face of Ahmed. His expression was intense, his lips wet as he groaned more deeply with each thrust of his loins.

  He looked fierce, frightening; like a brigand, a thief that comes in the night and takes something that is not his. He had taken from her, he had given her only pain but, at last, her own moment of triumph came as she took something from him.

  His body had stiffened against hers. She had felt a pulsating deep inside her womb, a cascade of warmth as he moaned gratefully against her ear. He had taken from her, and yet, she had also given something. Both left her with a feeling of power - the power to provoke, to arouse, to give pleasure.

  That had been the first time, and just thinking about it made her feel hot - and also regretful.

  If only that had been it; pure sex and a simple taking of her virginity and the coupling that followed. How different she might have been. How different a man she might have married. But her life had not been as simple as that. Other things had followed.

  Chapter 10

  Crystal’s Story

  The three of them were having lunch in the sharp black and white surroundings of Luigi’s Trattoria.

  Mariana was smiling at a pretty little waitress. The waitress blushed and looked away.

  ‘Sweet little thing,’ proclaimed Mariana. With neatly manicured fingernails, she pushed her blonde bob away from her face.

  ‘Not my type.’ Crystal raised her eyebrows and threw a shocked glance at Josie.

  ‘Don’t knock what you’ve never tried.’ Mariana poked her tongue through a circle of red pepper and wiggled it provocatively.

  ‘I’ll carry on as I am,’ returned Crystal. ‘I started out with cocks and I’ll finish with cocks.’

  Mariana grinned as she let the piece of pepper fall back to her plate.

  Josie merely shook her head and smiled.

  ‘So how old were you the first time you opened those long legs of yours and let in the first vessel?’

  Crystal snorted.

  ‘Oh, come on, Crystal.’ Josie nudged her elbow and smiled. ‘Don’t be shy. Tell us how he approached you and how good-looking he was. Come on.’

  Thoughtfully, Crystal sucked on a piece of cucumber that she held between finger and thumb. She endowed the action with a certain sophistication, almost as though using cutlery was vulgar. Rolling her eyes as she considered the question was typical Crystal. Enigmatic was the word to describe her smile, though smug might be just as good. The message was clear. No one in the whole world had experienced such a delicious deflowering as she had.

  Josie held a finger across her mouth, perhaps to hide her own smile. Green eyes shone intently above her white hand. She gazed into Crystal’s face as if willing her to open her mouth and let the details come out.

  Crystal avoided looking at Josie, lest Josie see the guilt in her eyes - as well as the pity.

  Poor Josie, so dull compared to Michael. No sex life before him. So single-minded about her career, so good at being the dutiful wife, the courteous hostess. Poor Michael, having to live with her; him, the successful executive and Josie the suitable wife. Not the sexy wife, the exciting wife, the woman who made his breath come in short, sharp gasps along with his penis. It was Crystal who fulfilled that particular need.

  Poor Josie. Crystal smiled. Why shouldn’t she tell her just what a foxy woman she was? The red lips parted, the blue eyes sparkled, and Crystal began her tale.

  ‘He was a rugby player. A big bruiser of a man with thick thighs and great big shoulders.’ She emphasised their width with her hands. ‘And he was black as night. Hard as nails. Wow, what a moment! What a dick!’

  Josie smiled softly and glanced at Mariana. It was Mariana who urged Crystal to go on.

  Crystal adopted uncharacteristic coyness. ‘Oh I don’t think you would find it that interesting. I was just a young girl and he was just a muscle-bound man. You know the sort of thing. Everything was so completely irresistible!’

  Crystal laughed her strident, confident laugh, a laugh that seemed to tell everyone else that there was no point them even trying to be sexy when she was around because she was the best and they’d better believe it!

  ‘Cut the dramatics, Crystal darling, let’s have the facts - pure and simple.’

  Josie joined her in the not-so-subtle art of persuasion. ‘Come on, Crys. You’ve whetted our appetites. We’re all ears.’

  Madame Giaconda could not have outdone the beguiling smile that swept over Crystal’s smug features. The audience was waiting. ‘Oh, well...’ she purred seductively.

  Mariana touched her hand. ‘Come along, Crystal darling. Don’t keep us in limbo. What happened? Who propositioned who, and was his weapon really the stuff that legends are made of?’

  At last an expression of contrived resignation spread over Crystal’s lovely face. From the very first she had wanted to tell them about how she lost her virginity. She had listened, enthralled, to how Mariana had lost hers - not entirely without jealousy. But she could easily outdo that maudlin tale. Mariana was handsome, but not beautiful. She was cynical rather than sexual. Those were Crystal’s considered opinions, but then, Crystal had to be better than anyone else, so she was keen to tell them. But she also thrived on attention. There had to be a build-up, a perceived longing to know on their part. Coddled in the shallow depths of her ego, their encouragement added greater value to the adventure she was about to impart.

  Her breasts heaved against the blue silk of her blouse as she sighed and directed her gaze to the blackened beam that hung low above their table. Her voice dropped to a level that might possibly be overheard and even remarked on.

  ‘As I said, he was a rugby player, black and built of grit and muscle. He had a chiselled face, coal-black eyebrows, and eyes like chocolate - melting chocolate.’

  ‘Runny?’

 
Crystal ignored Mariana’s trite remark and sceptical expression. She carried on, her eyes fixed on the bowl of blue anemones that sat in front of a lead-paned window. ‘It wouldn’t have been that difficult to sit in one of his hands - that’s how big he was. Six five - perhaps more.’

  As though she had said something really wicked - really wild - she paused for effect and another heave of her generous breasts. The blue silk rustled. Her nipples left small dents in the delicate fabric.

  ‘I wasn’t really interested in the game as such, but one afternoon my brothers persuaded me to come along and watch. Some friend had given them tickets and the third one would have been wasted if I hadn’t agreed to go.

  ‘Like brothers do, they did their best to lose me once we were inside. I didn’t mind at all. I was too busy watching these great big men rushing into each other over the frosty ground. Just looking at them made me feel as randy as hell - me, that had been educated in one of the strictest convent schools in the country. But, oh boy! It was a sight worth seeing!

  ‘I remember the cracking of heads and the crashing of bodies as they threw themselves at each other. I remember the way their thigh muscles quivered as they strained at the serum. It was lovely.

  ‘When the game was over and the teams were about to leave the pitch, my brothers suddenly found me. They were grinning and I wondered if they’d been plotting some mean trick. They were always doing things like that. Being the only girl was pretty tough with those two, much as I loved them.

  ‘They asked me if I was alright and did I want to go to the loo or anything, or did I want something to drink. I said I could do with going to the lavatory if they could direct me in the right direction.

  “‘We’ll take you,” they said. Like a fool, I believed them.

  ‘Pushing our way through the crowd, one brother in front and one behind, we came to a blank door that had no notice on it, but it did have a handle. My brothers informed me that this was exactly what I wanted.

  ‘‘‘It’s not marked ladies,” I said to them.

  ‘‘‘Ain’t no ladies or gents,” my brothers informed me.

  ‘“Everyone shares the same lav at a rugby ground.” Like a fool, I believed that too.

  ‘I went in and closed the door behind me. The place was not at all like any lavatory I’d ever seen before. I stopped and stared.

  ‘There was a bank of showers along one side, and white china basins along the other. There was no one about, and everything was white tiled, steamy and smelled of sweaty boots and soap.

  ‘Beyond the showers and basins, I found some toilet cubicles. The varnished wooden door opened to reveal a matching toilet seat. Connected by lead pipework to a stained white bowl was an overhead cistern. Cast in iron, it came complete with dangling chain and willow-patterned handle. It looked too good to be doing service at a local rugby ground. I couldn’t help thinking of it being the official lavatory style for the Victoria and Albert - you know, all pristine whiteness and Victorian mahogany.

  ‘I lingered too long. I’d done what I had to do and had pulled up my knickers. But the pattern on the handle and the ornamentation of the overhead tank were quite intriguing. Perhaps that was the first time I became interested in antiques - I don’t know.

  ‘Anyway, I heard voices. My heart sank. They were deep voices that said things to turn the air blue. I stopped in my tracks, my hand on the door knob. Voices became muffled as jerseys were pulled over heads. Boots knocked against tiles as they were kicked to one side.

  ‘It was then that I realised that I’d been had. At that moment in time, I could have killed my brothers. The little swines had done it again!

  ‘Luckily the brass bolt was firmly across the cubicle door. I stared at it, I remember, as if I were daring it to move. Stupid, I know, but it was all I could do.

  ‘Water gushed from showers in the room I would have to go through to get out. I imagined them there, all those hunky men I had seen slamming into each other out on the rugby pitch. I began to feel excited.

  ‘The thought of their mighty bodies naked and water running down and dripping off the end of their willies was too much for a young girl such as myself. I could hear them, hear their banter, their remarks about who had the biggest and the best, and who was going to go for it that night with their wife, their girlfriend, or a casual acquaintance.

  ‘“I’m real ready for it!”

  ‘‘‘Come on, brother dick, get refreshed. Get ready for supper!”

  ‘There was the sound of a slap, a whoop of pretend pain. I could tell from their conversation that some horseplay was going on. I could also tell that they were admiring each other’s equipment.

  “‘What the fuck’s that, Jason? You going pole vaulting or something?”

  ‘‘‘You’re a jealous prick, Roger, cos that’s all you got. Six inches fully extended and no good to nobody.”

  ‘‘‘Come and see this, guys. Look at what he’s got?”

  ‘Despite the laughter, the voices of the other guys seemed to subside as they inspected the penis of the guy called Jason.

  “‘Wow!” I heard one say. “Can I borrow it?”

  ‘‘‘What woman could take that?”

  ‘The comments just went on and on.

  ‘Well, I can tell you, girls, I was more than curious. I’d been propositioned by some real good-looking men but had always kept them at a distance. Now, I was maturing fast and in desperate need of having my first fuck. If I was going to have a good one first time round, it sounded as if Jason’s mighty member fitted the bill.

  ‘Young as I was, I took my courage in both hands, took off my coat and undid the top three buttons of my blouse so that my cleavage showed. Bold as brass and with my breasts bouncing, I slid back the bolt and left my hiding place.’

  Crystal threw back her head and laughed. ‘Boy, were they surprised! Some just stared but others, probably those who had been so full of themselves, were stunned and silent.

  ‘Head high, I walked past them all. They stood completely still and stared at me as I passed. Their mouths were hanging open. None had attempted to hide their cocks. Now and again I glanced down to where a stiff member stood proud of a naked body, then I stopped.

  ‘‘‘Which one of you is the super-stud?”

  ‘They broke out into laughter and all tried to lay claim to the name. One or two swayed their hips and sent their lengths waggling before them. I can remember their lewd comments even now.

  ‘“Anytime, darling.”

  ‘‘‘All yours if you want it!”

  ‘I stood with my hands on my hips so that my blouse gaped and my cleavage bubbled out of my bra.

  “‘Okay dickhead,” I said. “Let me put it another way. Which one of you is Jason?”

  ‘Groans and sniggers echoed through the steam.

  ‘‘‘I’m Jason,” he said, and I knew he was. I recognised his voice. He smiled as he stepped out of the shower cubicle. He was gloriously naked, gloriously black and gloriously erect. I couldn’t take my eyes off him.

  “‘I’m Jason,” he said again.

  ‘His voice was as dark as brandy. I took a deep breath. It was hard to tear my gaze away from his rod. It was such a beautiful sight to behold; too thick for a hand to encompass, and long enough to tickle the deepest of throats.

  ‘His skin glistened with water as the steam hit his flesh and ran in slow rivulets down his black-satin chest and the hardness of his inner thighs.

  ‘Eventually, I did manage to let my gaze wander up over his flat stomach and the muscles of his chest. Eventually, I also looked into his face.

  ‘His jaw was very square, his face was sculptured like some Greek statue. Like his body, his head was hairless and shone with health and with water. He looked me up and down. My legs went to jelly.’

  The women she called f
riends watched as Crystal shivered in a flowing, floaty sort of way. As though inclined to kiss, her lips formed a perfect pout as she recalled the sight of the naked man and his huge erection.

  Mariana had to make comment. ‘Did he still have this hard-on, or had it turned to jelly like your legs?’

  ‘It was magnificent. Still hard. Still huge. I could have fallen on my knees and worshipped it then and there, but I had other things on my mind.

  ‘To this day I am sure that Jason read my thoughts. His smile dazzled and gave me strength. In return I gave him the bravest, most brazen smile I could; the sort that conveyed everything I was feeling.

  ‘Leering faces were all around us, yet I knew he only had eyes for me and I for him.

  ‘‘‘Come here, hon,” he said, and took hold of my hand. “Let me show you out.”

  ‘I didn’t really want to go, but I didn’t like to say so. Anyway, I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He was making my knickers wet and I wanted the problem cured.

  ‘The other men did not jeer and shout out like I would have expected them to. They stood aside as he led me beyond the changing rooms. Behind a green plastic curtain was a door. He opened it for me.

  ‘‘‘Stay in here till they’re gone,” he whispered. “I’ll come for you.”

  ‘The room he left me in was lined with strips of pine and there was a cauldron near the door. It was very hot in there. I know now that it was a sauna. I hadn’t a clue at the time.

  ‘‘‘If you get too hot, take off your clothes,” he said, then the door closed and the curtain beyond swished against it. The room did get a lot hotter.

  ‘Well you know what sauna heat is like. It tastes as though there’s a layer of powdered graphite lining your mouth. Sweat began to creep from every pore of my body.

  ‘Of course, there was no reason why I had to stay. I wanted to stay. I ached to have that hard, black body against mine. Just thinking of his gleaming skin and his massive muscles sent my head spinning.