Change Partners

by Cathryn Cooper

  ‘Like the heat of the sauna, the heat of my desire had a most definite effect. I laid my coat down on a bench, ran my hand inside my blouse and felt the heat of my body. My nipples that had lain so long inside my maidenly bra were hard as hazelnuts. To touch them made me tremble.

  ‘His words were still with me. “If you get too hot, take your clothes off.” I did just that.’

  Crystal was a very physical as well as a very vocal person. As she continued her tale, she ran her hands down over her breasts and followed the sweep of her ribs, the narrowing of her waist, and the flaring arrogance of her hips.

  Between words and accompanying her actions, Crystal’s tongue flicked out and over her lips like a woman on a diet drooling for the taste of double cream.

  A foursome at a nearby table had noticeably fallen silent. Platefuls of olive oil and pimentos sat untouched and stagnating in front of them.

  Crystal glanced their way before continuing.

  ‘Naked and glistening with sweat, I layout on the lower bench and waited for Jason to come back.

  ‘Because it was so warm, I dozed, and as I dozed I imagined how his penis would feel in my hand. Lovely, delicious thoughts came to my head. I imagined he was stroking me. In my half sleepy state it suddenly came to me that he was stroking me, but not with his finger.

  ‘Something much thicker and much hotter was running up over my thighs, its weight and heat rubbing softly against my skin. Its head tangled in my pubic hair and left a glob of wetness behind it. I clenched my stomach muscles more tightly as it rolled onwards. Over my ribcage it went before lingering just beneath my breasts.

  ‘I did not open my eyes, but enjoyed the heat of this thing against me. I knew instinctively that he was going to take his time with my breasts.

  ‘I murmured, arched my back and opened my eyes. He glanced briefly at me before his eyes went back to what he was doing. He never touched me with his hands, just his beautiful black prick.

  “‘What are you going to do to me?” I asked him, but he didn’t answer. He seemed to be concentrating very hard on what he was doing.

  ‘Like a rolling pin having trouble with a heap of rebellious dough, his member rolled backward and forwards over my breasts.

  ‘My eyes were transfixed by his length. I was certain it had grown from courgette to cucumber length. I gulped on my fear and told myself to be brave. I could cope. I was sure I could cope.’

  At this point Mariana and Josie exchanged another glance. Knowing Crystal, they were sure she’d coped perfectly well.

  Crystal’s eyes blazed. They also flitted from one crotch to another each time as first a short waiter, a tall waiter, an old waiter, and a young waiter passed their table.

  Josie wondered if they had caught snatches of what Crystal was saying. The foursome at the next table had sent their plates back untouched. They were now drinking coffee - or rather they were slowly stirring it and not even taking the cup from the saucer.

  ‘The very tip of it touched my lips. I smelt his maleness and wanted to taste it. I poked out my tongue and for the first time ever, I licked the tip of a man’s sex. I ran it around his crown, then tasted the full length of his stem as he leaned forward so that it slid between my lips.

  ‘I grabbed each end with my hands and about halfway down its length, I clamped my mouth over it, sucked on it, nibbled it as if it were a fresh corncob.’

  Mariana suppressed a giggle. Josie looked down into her lap.

  It didn’t matter. Crystal wasn’t telling them this tale, she was telling it to the foursome at the next table. She had a new audience. The waiters seemed more attentive too.

  ‘He let me go on exploring and playing with it while he reached down and ran his fingers between my legs.

  ‘‘‘Pretty,’’ he said, and looked adoringly at me.

  ‘His fingers made me wet. Instinctively, I opened my legs and let him in.

  ‘Lovely feelings built up in little waves, then tumbled down as he explored my little bits and pieces. The more he fingered, the wetter I became.’

  Mariana stifled her giggles with her napkin. Josie went pink as she stared down into her lap.

  One of the foursome at the next table choked on a mouthful of coffee, and two waiters collided, the noise of their metal trays bringing a temporary pause to Crystal’s story.

  But she soldiered on regardless.

  ‘It was as though I was turning into a water melon - all water, no substance. I was melting beneath his touch.

  ‘I was glad when his fingers at last went inside me. I could hear my flesh slurping as he dipped and dived, retreated and progressed again and again.

  ‘By now I was moaning against his sex and my eyes were half closed.

  ‘Perhaps he thought I was suffocating - what with the heat of the sauna - or perhaps he could wait no longer. Anyway, he lay full length on me, his hands either side of my shoulders, his arms braced. His veins stood like thick tendrils from his arms. His muscles bulged.

  ‘Yet even though he was holding himself above me, there was barely room to accommodate the length of his penis. It was hard to concentrate. I looked up into his face; down at his penis. My heart was throbbing. I was about to lose my virginity and couldn’t wait for it to happen.

  ‘‘‘I won’t hurt you, sweet thing,” he said. “I promise I won’t hurt you.”

  ‘I willed myself to relax and enjoy the warmth of his rod as it caressed the inside of my thighs. I willed myself to lie there, open to him and to what he was pushing inside me.

  ‘So well was I prepared that he barely had need to pause when he came to my barrier. So firm was his onslaught, and so pliant my muscles, that he was almost totally in me in no time at all.

  ‘‘‘You’re so beautiful,” he said. “Your eyes are so bright and you have the most luscious lips I have ever seen.”

  ‘For the first time since we had met, he kissed me. So intense was our passion that we barely noticed the heat and the way our sweat was combining and making noises as we jerked against each other.

  ‘My breasts were lost in his enormous palms. I felt he was devouring me, and I wanted to be devoured. I wanted to be part of him.

  ‘The waves of sensation that had gathered between my legs now became mountainous. They soared in time with the rhythm of our bodies. Faster and faster, higher and higher until, at last, they peaked, curled into themselves and flooded over us.’

  Crystal sighed. ‘There! That was my first time.’

  She then scraped a crumb away from the corner of her mouth with her smallest fingernail. Perfection, to Crystal, was like a religion. Being the best was paramount. In her opinion, and judging by the silence of her friends, she had achieved all she wanted.

  ‘Yours next,’ she suddenly said to Josie.

  Josie’s mouth dropped open and her pinkness deepened. ‘I don’t know that I... ‘

  ‘Of course you can,’ corrected Crystal. ‘Mariana told us her story about her first time, and I’ve told you mine. Now it’s your turn.’

  Did you believe her story?’ Mariana was giving Josie a lift home. Josie was about to get out, but paused to answer the other woman’s question.

  Josie was noncommittal. ‘Did you?’

  Mariana shook her head abruptly. ‘No. I think our Crystal can be a liar as well as a right cow!’

  She didn’t meet Josie’s eyes when she said goodbye. She didn’t know whether Josie knew about Crystal and Michael. It wouldn’t be her to let the cat out of the bag. Ignorance was bliss and right make a marriage last longer - if it was worth the lasting.

  Chapter 11

  Heels beating an even tempo on the shiny wet pavements, Crystal held her head high as she made her way down the High Street. Her hair was damp and clinging in thin tendrils around her face. Her mouth was set in a tight line and h
er eyes looked straight ahead.

  Usually, a particularly attractive window display might have made her pause. If it was that enticing, she might have made a swift detour into the store itself. But today her mind was occupied with other things. Her flesh was burning with anticipation. She was going to meet Michael.

  The last time they had seen each other, she had refused him sex. With all the allure of some old-time femme fatale, she had trailed her hands over his body, garnished his lips with the hottest kisses possible, and whispered wickedly and huskily into his ear.

  She had aroused him with her words of seduction and teased him to erectness with her lips and fingers. Then she had left him high and dry.

  He had sat open-mouthed as he watched her go and she had enjoyed his disappointment, enjoyed the feeling of power it gave her.

  I am in control, she told herself. Michael will do anything I want him to do, and that includes divorcing his unexciting wife.

  It hadn’t occurred to her that she had been spiting herself until she got home.

  Suddenly, the soft silk of her panties had been too tantalising against her tingling crotch. Aroused and without Michael, she had crept up behind Thomas who was in his study, working on his computer.

  ‘Thomas, darling,’ she purred, and ran her hands over his shoulders. ‘Have you missed me, sweetie?’

  Her husband’s muscles had tensed beneath her touch.

  For one single moment, she had suddenly been regretful that she no longer loved him. In that moment of feeling his body, she had once again desired him.

  ‘No.’ It was as abrupt as that. ‘No.’ He hit her hands from his shoulders. ‘I’ve got too much work to do, Crys. You’ll have to find something - or someone else to amuse you.’

  ‘Well you certainly don’t! There’s not an ounce of excitement in you! Besides that, sex with you is like using Yellow Pages as a bedtime read!’

  ‘That’s probably because I have no more desire for you than I have for taking my summer holiday in the middle of a traffic island in Milton Keynes.’

  She had stormed out of his study, her fingernails digging into the palms of her clenched fists as she tried to contain her fury.

  Imagine! Needing to have sex with Thomas! Her own husband!

  Her face coloured at the thought of him. How dare he treat her like that? How dare he tell her that he no longer desired her? Well she’d show him! She’d show him!

  But of course, she would not. Her body was on fire and, as much as she might imagine that Michael fucking her would infuriate her husband, of course, it would not. Thomas would not be there; not physically. He was purely in her mind and it was there that she castigated him.

  When she got to the town-centre hotel where Michael had asked her to wait for him, she made her way to the bar rather than sit around awkwardly in reception.

  After hanging her wet mac up on a handy coat hook, she made her way to the bar and a high stool with a raffia top.

  She was vaguely aware of one other man sat on another bar stool.

  ‘Crystal! I didn’t know you were a lunchtime drinker.’ She recognised the voice even before she saw him. Her blood ran cold, but she managed to force a smile.

  ‘Jamie!’ she laughed nervously. ‘What a surprise. I didn’t know you were a lunchtime drinker either.’

  Red in the face already, he nodded. ‘Touché,’ he drawled, his head continuing to nod. Like one of those stupid dogs that sit in the rear windows of Ford Cortinas, thought Crystal. ‘Touché,’ he repeated again, and pushed his glass towards the barman. ‘Same again, and one for my mend here.’

  Crystal tried to balance her facial expression between nervous smiles and downright dismay. She made a quick decision to toss the ball back in his court.

  ‘A liquid lunch I take it.’ She glanced expressively at the tot of whisky.

  Jamie laughed and shook his head. ‘No. No. Well... not really. An appointment I had was cancelled and I knew Mariana wouldn’t be home yet.’ His voice was thick.

  Four whiskies at least, thought Crystal.

  ‘Don’t you like to go home when you know she isn’t there?’

  ‘Oh, no,’ he said with ill-disguised bluster. ‘It’s not that. It’s just that she likes me to arrive at certain times. On the dot, too. No excuses for being late or early with my darling wife, I’m afraid.’ The barman pushed his refilled glass towards him. ‘Will you have a drink with me, Crystal?’

  She had to say yes, though it grieved her. She had been hoping that Michael would already be here with her vodka awaiting her. Her visions of having sex all afternoon in a hotel bedroom flew away. Michael would see Jamie without Jamie seeing him. And he would retreat.

  Crystal was as sure of that as any woman indulging in a long-running affair could be.

  As yet, Michael had not done the decent thing. The decent thing by Crystal’s estimation was telling Josie about her. So he would play safe, turn round, and walk straight back to his office.

  ‘Another?’ Jamie asked after she had knocked back the first and the second.

  Crystal glanced at her watch. Too late. It was too late. Was it her imagination or had she felt a draft from an open door, and had she just as quickly felt it a second time as the arrival had turned into a departure?

  ‘Another,’ she said.

  There were others after that. Because disappointment made her feel empty inside, Crystal drank each drink Jamie bought for her. She noticed an extra sparkle in his eyes as time went on. She knew that look, knew what it meant, knew what he wanted. Jamie, her husband’s friend, Michael’s friend, was looking at her with lust. Suddenly all the anger she felt towards Michael began to boil up inside her.

  Thomas had refused her advances, and Michael had left her stranded with Jamie.

  But Jamie was looking at her as if he could eat her whole. Well let him eat her whole. What did she care if it was his cock inside her rather than the man she loved or the one she was married to?

  Smiling provocatively, she leaned forward so that her cleavage was visible beyond the dark maroon of her blouse. She reached out and, with red-painted fingernails she stroked Jamie’s cheek.

  ‘Thanks for all the drinks, Jamie darling.’ She sighed and slid from her stool. He did the same. They stood side by side, too close for comfort some would say. Close enough to smell him, to feel the heat of his flesh permeate the fabric of his suit.

  Crystal adjusted her body, thrust her hip out slightly and turned her body so that it brushed against his crotch ‘I feel like going to bed now, darling.’

  ‘To sleep?’ he asked slowly.

  She shook her head as she ran her hand down over his chest. ‘Would you let me sleep if you were in bed with me?’ Jamie swallowed nervously. His lower lip hung open. His mouth looked pink and wet like too little paint mixed with too much water.

  ‘Oh no! No. Of course I wouldn’t.’

  She took the pre-booked room key from her handbag and swung it in front of his face. ‘Then let’s go to my room. I sometimes rent one to rest in when I’m shopping in town. Besides, the manager is a friend of mine.’

  Explanations meant nothing to Jamie. She could see it in his face and his eyes as they skimmed down over her breasts and lingered there before continuing downwards.

  There was indecision in his eyes for a moment, so she grabbed hold of his arm and pulled him gently towards the lift.

  She held his hand.

  ‘Looks like we could both do with a lie down, Jamie darling.’

  Like a big, soft, limp teddy bear, he let her lead him along the carpeted corridor to the room she had been hoping to share with Michael.

  Michael, she thought to herself, and wanted to hit him, scratch his face, bite his penis, even to kill him. He had let her down. He should have been here having sex in their pre-booked room,
but he had seen Jamie and ran.

  I’ll kill him, she seethed, but instead she smiled at the dissolute face of the man walking beside her.

  ‘I can take my drink,’ he was saying. ‘Don’t think that I can’t. Don’t take advantage of me if you’re thinking that.’

  ‘I won’t,’ she replied.

  What the hell’s he on about?, she thought to herself. Take advantage of him! It sounds as though he wants me to take advantage of him.

  She let go of his wrist as she slid the pass card into the door lock of the room. The signal went green, so she turned the handle and opened the door.

  Blue and beige was the predominant colour scheme of the room and the furniture was the sort of contemporary stuff that merely hints at being a bed, a dressing table, or a chest of drawers, rather than having any specific style.

  Jamie’s eyes seemed to glaze over as Crystal pressed her breasts against him and groped for his balls. He saw surprise in her face as she discovered no erection. By now, Michael or Thomas would have been stiff as broom handles.

  ‘I think you could do with the laying on of hands, Jamie darling,’ she cooed once she had thought about it. ‘On your bare flesh, I mean.’

  What she meant was that touching his bare flesh might result in a stiffer reaction. But she couldn’t come right out and say it. Men only want to hear praise for their equipment and the way they use it, not criticism.

  But Crystal knew how to treat men alright. As her tongue swept wetly along her bottom lip, she undid his zip and got his penis out from his trousers. It remained limp in her hand.

  ‘What the hell...? Are you ill, Jamie?’

  She had assumed that this man’s erection would be much the same as her husband’s or her lover’s. Surprised and a tad disappointed, she stepped back from him. There was disappointment in her eyes and anger coloured her cheeks. Michael, Thomas and the drink she had consumed, combined to make her lash out. First she slapped one cheek, then the other.