"For what?"
"For kidding with you about me being a flight attendant. Stripes and rank are such a part of my life I forget not everyone reads stripes. You thought I was being an ass that day. You called me a liar. I think you got me back quite well."
"Oh yeah. I'd already forgotten about that. I didn't mean to get you back, but yeah, we are definitely even. Two pool games and one misunderstanding apiece. And it's just our second date."
We wandered around the fair until our legs ached and there wasn't a single booth we missed. Roger noticed storm clouds building and we had seen everything so we headed out to his truck to drop his boat off.
We got halfway to the truck when a flash of lightning lit up the darkening sky and a powerful boom of thunder quickly followed, making me jump with its closeness. By the time we were within sight of the truck big, fat drops were starting to fall and Roger said, "Quick. Follow me."
He headed to the boat instead, and pulled down the swimmer's ladder in the back. "Climb up. Hurry."
I did, and Roger followed right behind me. He opened a hatch once we were in the boat, and directed me below deck into the cabin. It was darker inside but my eyes adjusted. There was a small sink and mini-fridge on one side and a pantry on the other, then a large bed took up the rest of the space. I climbed onto the bed as Roger shut the hatch behind us. Not a second too soon either. Another lightning flash followed immediately by a huge thunder clap. Then the sky opened and the rain poured down hard and fast.
Roger joined me on the bed and we lay down. Lying down seemed to be the only option, the roof wasn't tall enough for Roger to sit up. I had an inch or two of clearance, but Roger was too tall. At Roger's direction we scooted up until our feet were facing the hatch and our heads were directly under a Plexiglas hole that looked like a sky light. We watched from this window as the rain hit it, splattering it with drops while the lightning flashed above us.
"No point driving in this mess, and this sure beats sitting in the truck," Roger said as we watched the storm pound down. "That storm system came out of nowhere."
"I'm glad we were close to the truck. Although there are a lot of places on the fairground were we could have taken cover. I love thunderstorms, they are so powerful. This is nice and cozy." I turned my face to smile at Roger.
He met my smile with his own, and we looked at each other for a minute, enjoying the rage of the storm. I looked down at his mouth, his lips were so sexy. I liked it when he smiled. I looked back into his eyes and watched them darken as he looked at me.
We were laying on our backs watching out the hole, but Roger rolled my way onto his side, facing me. He looked down at me and then he placed his hand on the side of my face. His thumb found my lower lip and caressed it, teasing back and forth before he lowered his head, pressing his lips to mine.
'I could stay here and kiss him for hours,' I thought. He was a superb kisser, skilled and passionate. We alternated between slow, searching kisses and hot, fierce ones nipping at each other's bottom lips. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling more of his weight onto me. The storm carried on above us as we made out like high school kids inside the boat.
My attention was pulled from my remembrances when the flesh and blood Roger stirred beside me in bed at the cabin. He rolled over onto his back, still asleep but with a tent pitched under the covers beside me. I mentally wrapped up the story of our second date- the storm broke, we dropped off his boat, went to dinner, made out some more on my couch when he dropped me off. Good story. Our third date was dinner and a movie, more making out but this time on his couch after he showed me his place. Then our fourth date, last night at the club with that sexy drive and our little detour here to the cabin.
My attention was firmly fixed on the tent under the blanket. All that remembering had made me horny and I debated waking Roger up for a morning roll. Was it too early in the relationship? Last night was our first time.
I shook the thoughts off as stupid. What man doesn't want to be woken up with a blow job? And he is obviously already prepared. I grinned to myself as I ducked under the covers, and licked Roger slowly from base to tip. I heard a sleepy moan from somewhere above my head as I took him fully into my mouth. As I worked my mouth over him, I fought back a laugh when I heard Roger moan, "And a good morning to you, too."
He pushed the blanket off of us, watching as I licked and sucked him. I looked up at him as I played with him, enjoying myself. After a few minutes he said, "Swing around, I want to taste you too."
I adjusted myself so I could kneel over his face as I continued to suck him and let out my own moan when his hands pressed on my hips and backside, pushing me down onto his mouth. His tongue slid around doing heavenly things and his lips sucked me farther into his mouth. I bucked against him, rocking against his mouth as I kept my mouth on him as my hand slid up and down his hard shaft.
"I want to be inside you." I heard him say, half groaning. I pulled my mouth off of him with a pop, and crawled down his body, still straddling him. I lowered myself onto his hardness, facing away in reverse cowgirl. I seated myself on him fully, and started moving my hips.
"Oh, God."
I felt him sit up behind me, kissing my back and wrapping one arm around me, his hand seeking out my breast. I felt his other hand grab ahold of my hair and tug. He pulled my face around to his, kissing me deeply as his hand kneaded my breast and then slid down my stomach to slide into the wetness between my legs as I rode him.
I came against his fingers as he yelled out, filling me with his heat. We tumbled back, lying on the bed once again. I lay with my head on his shoulder as he softly rubbed my back. After we recovered we got dressed and headed out for some breakfast, leaving the cabin just the way we found it.
Chapter 8
Making Friends
Friday night saw Roger and me back at my bar. We'd stopped for dinner first, so by the time we got there the place was already swinging. We stopped by Lana's bar and got our drinks. Lana amazed me as usual by having them ready by the time we got to the front of the line. She'd always had mine ready, but Roger had only been here once before, last Friday. His beer sat right beside my Jameson and coke, and Roger gave her his credit card, starting a tab.
We walked around, looking for a place to park ourselves. It was packed already, no free tables to be seen. I did spot Kate and Michael at a table by the dance floor, so I led Roger that direction.
I experienced a moment's hesitation as we neared them. Kate and Michael had been bar friends of mine for a long time, they were the ones who introduced me to the swinger's bar scene. Technically they introduced me and Caleb to the swinger's bar scene. They would be leaving here at midnight, as they did every Friday night, to finish off their night at 'That Other Club' which was just a few miles down the road.
It had been over eighteen months or so since that little adventure. Sometimes that summer seemed like a lifetime ago, and sometimes a memory would pop up on me and be so strong it felt like it was just the other day Caleb and I were boob deep in that lifestyle. I'd spent many months rolling the what-could-have-beens through my mind. I shook the thoughts from my mind as we slid in beside them. They were very open about where they go, if you asked, but they were very discreet at the same time. I knew my secrets were safe with them.
I hadn't told Roger about any of it, and I wasn't planning to. I was done with that whole scene, and I didn't need the knowledge of that time in my life to hang like a thundercloud over this new relationship. If things ever got serious, I would rethink my stance, but as it stood right now it wasn't any of his business. I felt comfortable with not telling him because we had stayed relatively innocent in that scene. If we had freely swapped with multiple partners I may have felt the need to share that information with Roger before sleeping with him, but during all of our experimenting Caleb was the only person I actually had sex with, and Roger knew I'd dated Caleb, so I felt like I'd covered all my bases.
I gave Kate a big hug, and Michael too. They weren't here last
weekend or I would have already introduced everyone. I yelled the introductions over the loud music, and Roger shook hands with Michael and waved over the table at Kate. We hung out with them for a while, making small talk.
Michael was telling Roger a story I had heard before, so when the table needed another round of drinks I offered to go get them. We could have waited on a waitress, but they were few and far between. As I took Kate and Michael's order, Roger told them this round was on him, and told me to put everything on his tab.
It took me longer than usual at the bar. Lana had our two drinks ready, but I had to order the other two. I made my way back through the crowd with my hands full. I was weaving through all the bodies and almost to our table when something caught my attention. There were two women headed my direction, so I veered a bit to the right, giving them room to squeeze by me. They smiled and started to do the same, but then their glance shot past me, over my shoulder. I watched as their eyes got really wide, and a panicked look settled on both of their faces. My bar instinct kicked in and I immediately threw my hands up into the air, holding our drinks high over my head while at the same time I swiveled out of the way, pressing my back against the rails surrounding the dance floor and sucking my gut in hard, trying to make myself as thin of a target, and as out of the way as I possibly could in a crowded bar.
I was just in time, too. No sooner had I taken evasive action when two bodies locked in a fist fight came crashing down where I had been standing. If I hadn't taken heed of the warning in the two ladies' eyes the guys would have plowed right into my back, the momentum of their fight taking me down with them. Hard.
I watched from the relative safety of my position as they rolled around at my feet, fists flying, until two large guys pushed through the crowd to break up the fight. One guy was wearing the bright red shirt management makes the bouncers wear, but the other guy was dressed in normal clothes. Just a Good Samaritan, I guess.
As they pulled the fighters apart and stood them up to be escorted out of the bar, I recognized the Good Samaritan. Facing me with a pissed and struggling fighter in some kind of a standing half nelson hold in his arms, grinning and winking at me over the guy's head is Caleb. I can't help but to grin back at him, he seems so happy and at home with a pissed bar fighter locked in his arms.
"Well hello there." I say calmly with a smile, bringing my overhead drinks down to a normal carrying level.
"That was a quick move," Caleb grinned back, clearly in no hurry to dump his cargo outside. "How did you know to get out of the way?"
"I'm just that good."
He smiled even wider. "Yeah, you are. I was going to let security deal with it, but then I saw it all heading your way."
"Thank you."
"Anytime." He winked again before escorting the still struggling fighter outside.
I made it to the table with our drinks intact, and Roger's eyes watching me thoughtfully. "The things I do to save our liquor." I said with a smile.
The next time I spot Caleb he is on the dance floor, holding Ashlee close. I wonder at the quick, sharp pang I get watching them together. I have no interest in Caleb, I was the one who dumped him, after all. Besides, I am very interested in Roger and wouldn't do anything to mess that up. I know it is very early with Roger, but I think he might have long-term possibilities. Maybe it's just because Caleb and I have such an odd, intense history? Whatever it is, I shake it off before Roger notices. He seems too perceptive for my own good.
I get a lot of dancing in with Roger this time, and some good fast songs with Kate and a few other friends, including Maria and Jean from Caleb's table. I'm glad Caleb and I were able to stay friends, I would have missed hanging out with the people he had introduced me to when we dated. Jean was ok, but I really liked Maria. Once Kate and Michael bailed on us to go to That Other Bar, Roger and I would be the only ones at our table, which would be nice. For the fast dances I could always go steal the girls from Caleb's table. Maybe I'll even try again to befriend Ashlee, for Caleb's sake.
With that thought in mind, I notice Ashlee heading to the ladies room and I excuse myself to follow her. If I'm going to make nice, the bathroom is the perfect spot. Long lines, quieter music, I could actually talk to her for a few minutes. A captive audience, so to speak.
The line is shorter than I expected, Ashlee is the only one leaning against the wall. I get behind her and wait my turn. She turns to see who is behind her, and her curious, open expression turns immediately hard when she sees it is me. I say hi anyway, keeping my voice purposely light and friendly.
"Hi Ashlee, how are you doing?"
I get a go to hell glare for my trouble. I politely ignore it and ask, "Are you having fun tonight?"
She ignores me, turning her back to me as a response. I think 'What a bitch,' but I continue on. I keep up the lighthearted banter, no longer trying to make friends, but now because I can tell it isn't going to happen, and well... annoying her is so easy. Not to mention fun.
"Hey, come by our table later, I'll buy you a shot."
She ducks into a just vacated stall and slams the door. I can't help but giggle silently to myself. She makes it too easy, I'm not even trying. Another stall opens and I step inside. When I come out Ashlee is at the sinks, washing her hands and touching up her hair and make-up. I step up to the sink right next to hers, even though there are other empty ones. I toy with the idea of leaving her alone, but people like her piss me off. Plus what she told Roger last week was intentionally shitty.
So, I decide to fuck with her. I figure she owed me some amusement, if nothing else. I started with, "Hey, can I ask you something? You know, girl to girl? About Caleb?"
I kept my voice curious and friendly, batting her around like a cat does a mouse, before going in for the kill.
"Is it weird how much he likes to fuck up the ass? I mean I get the whole dress up thing. That's normal. Do you go so far as to put your hair up in those pig-tails he likes so much? I did. Pig-tails every time I put that school girl outfit on for him. I liked that part, because of the way he yanks on them. I love having my hair pulled, and I also even understand when he'd want me to take control sometimes, ya know? I mean what cop doesn't want you to use his own hand cuffs on him, especially when I'd wear that leather corset with those thigh-high leather boots. Jeeze, the heels on those could put an eye out, but it got him so damn horny. So, I get all that, but I've wondered about all the back door action. Is that normal? Do you wonder about that too? Wanting to fuck you up the ass like every third or fourth go-round? Doesn't that seem kind of excessive to you? Or do you like that too?"
By now she was staring at me. Open mouthed and furious, all thoughts of primping seemed to have vanished. I finished drying my hands and turned to face her. She opened and closed her mouth a few times, like a fish pulled into a boat, and the color in her face was an unnatural shade of purple. She huffed and puffed a minute more, then just gave up, turning on her heel and storming out of the bathroom in a cloud of fury.
Chapter 9
War Stories
I giggled to myself all the way back to my table. Every single thing I had said to Ashlee was a lie, I'd made it all up as I went, but damn that had felt good. I didn't even really have anything against Ashlee. If she had been friendly as Caleb's new girlfriend, I would have treated her friendly right back, but no, she had chosen to be a bitch from the very beginning, and it had only gotten worse lately. Oh well, she had gotten what she deserved. If she backs off now, I will too. But if not...
I'm not at the table a full ten minutes before Caleb comes over. He hugs Kate, shakes Michael's hand and turns to me with his eyebrows raised in question, trying hard not to laugh. He doesn't hug me, we have learned the hard way over the past few months not to touch each other. At all. We don't hug, we don't dance. Caleb only dances the slow songs, and it's automatic for him to tuck me in close against him when we dance. He says he can't help it. So we keep the friendship intact by not touching at all.
"Where's R
oger? I just saw him here a second ago." He asks, as all the hellos are wrapped up.
"Drink run. He'll be right back."
"So..." He trails off, still looking at me with humor shining in his eyes. Thankfully he is easy-going and has a playful sense of humor. Most men would be highly pissed at anyone fucking with their girlfriend the way I just did.
"Girlfriend problems?" I ask, with a mostly straight face.
He laughed and said, "That's putting it mildly. What did you say to her?"
"I was just trying to be friendly."
"I don't think it worked."
"Hmm. Go figure."
Roger joins us, placing the right drinks in front of the right people, and then shaking hands with Caleb. He says, "I'm sorry Caleb, if you were here a few minutes ago I would have gotten you a drink too. We've been taking turns buying and you are a few minutes too late."
"That's ok, mine is still full. I'm just escaping Ashlee for a few minutes. She is all kinds of bent out of shape. I think it is going to have to be a rubber glove night for me, unfortunately."
We all looked at each other blankly. Michael finally said, "OK, I'll bite. What is a rubber glove night?"
Caleb immediately turned about four shades of pink, and actually started stuttering. I'd never seen Caleb stutter before. I quite enjoyed it.
"Um... Sorry... I don't really do that. It's just an expression. It's a term for um... the guys in jail use, and well, we make fun by saying rubber glove night."
"Caleb, that explained absolutely nothing. What the hell are you talking about? Spit it out, you can't stop now. I've got a feeling this is going to be good." Kate said, as intrigued by Caleb's embarrassment as I was.
"Ok fine." He turned to Roger and says as an aside, "I'm a cop. I don't know if you knew that or not, but..."
Roger nodded.
"Ok, so. The guys in the prison get lonely sometimes, right? With no women around. So they've been known to improvise. Some guys become someone's bitch while they are inside, but a lot of the guys aren't into that. Some of them use rubber gloves. They call them girlfriends. You can buy a 'girlfriend' from someone who works in the kitchens or in the clinic. Anyway, they take a rubber glove like the ones doctors use and they blow them up, like a balloon. They tie the wrist hole closed so the air stays inside. Then they push one or all of the fingers inside, so you have this bowling-ball looking thing with these finger holes. They, um, pick a hole. The thumb is short and wide, or the middle finger, it's the longest, so depending on what they want, well... They jack off by using the finger holes. They hold the glove and poke a hole. It's supposed to feel like sex with a condom. So they can pretend."
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