Two Player Games: (Corrupted 5-8)

by Klaire, Jamie

  By the time we got back to the hotel, we were slightly tipsy, giggling and laden with bags. I had a great time, kissed Roger as we put everything away in our room, and we headed to the beach for my first attempt at snorkeling.

  Snorkeling was beautiful, I didn't want to surface. I couldn't believe how clear and blue the water was, and I delighted at the whole world that existed under the surface.

  After snorkeling we ate dinner ocean-side at a beach-front restaurant and eventually retired to our room, with a bottle of liquor we had picked up while shopping. We found ourselves sitting out on the balcony, sipping, talking, relaxing and reading a magazine. He had some Jeep parts magazine and I had Esquire's sex issue, curled up on a rocking chair, in pajamas and a light lap blanket.

  I figured how better to grease the reunion, and to find out how vanilla Roger really was, than to sip my drink and ask him the questions in the magazine, all innocent like.

  "Wow, fourteen percent of men have had a sexual encounter with another man. Hmm, I'm not sure if that number seems low or high."

  Roger shot me a look over his Jeep magazine. I suddenly imagined him asking me if I'd had any sexual encounters with another woman, and quickly moved on.

  I almost said, "...and thirty-four percent have cheated on their current partner," and quickly decided to skip that one, too. Too close to home. Although technically I hadn't cheated on him with Caleb, but still. Moving on.

  "Ten percent of men don't believe oral sex counts as sex? Really? What exactly does it count as? A hand shake? Hi, nice to meet you, can we smush our faces into each other's private parts? So we can get to know each other like dogs do?"

  "What are you reading?"

  "The sex survey. Do you believe oral sex counts as sex?"

  "Yes, of course."

  "Good thing. Forty-three percent have difficulty achieving or maintaining an erection, nope can cross you off that list as well. Oh, only twenty four percent prefer a woman with large breasts? Hey, Roger..."

  "Please, we like ALL breasts. It's in the manual. Women think it's hard to figure men out? What's the joke again? What do men want? A beer, and to see something naked. Next question?"

  I smiled at him, glad he was getting into the groove.

  "What is your favorite position?"

  "Woman on top, what's yours?"

  "Hmm... doggie style for the animal need of it, but yeah, girl on top or missionary to cum. Or hell, any really. I just like sex. How often do you pleasure yourself?" I asked with a wink.

  "A few times a week. You?"

  "Same. Oh, 'what are you using in bed?' Lube? Of course..."

  "Not if you're doing it right..." He said at the same time.

  "What?" I asked, surprised.

  "You only need lube if she isn't wet, right? Seems if you are doing it right, she is wet, hence no lube needed."

  "But they are so slick, and sometimes tingly, and warm...no? You're looking at me weird."

  "Lube seems like cheating."

  "Interesting. Ok, vibrators. Oh hell yes."

  "When you are alone, sure. I guess. But with a partner? I'd feel like you didn't need me."

  "Wait, I thought you Marines were freaks? No lube or vibrators in a coupled relationship? Next you are going to tell me you aren't into trashy lingerie either."

  "Nope. What's the point? It's going to be on the floor anyway, why spend the money?"

  I looked at him, my stomach dropping. "Handcuffs?"

  "No, I wouldn't know what to do with you tied up."

  "Watching porn together?"

  "Uncomfortable."

  "Massage oils? Wait, I know you like that. Never mind. Umm...vibrating cock rings?"

  My heart pounded even saying the words. After last weekend with Caleb, that particular toy was now near and dear to my heart.

  "A what? Oh hell no."

  "Sex swing?"

  "Now you are just making shit up."

  "Honey dust? Chocolate syrup?"

  Roger closed his magazine, stood up, came the few feet from his rocking chair to mine, got down on his knees in front of me and said, "Who needs all the gimmicks? Old married couples trying to bring the spark back? What's wrong with good, old-fashioned, hands on sex? Why toys and food? How about mouths and fingers?"

  With that he lifted my lap blanket, ducked underneath it, and let it settle on his head as he kissed his way up from my knees to my inner thighs with his tongue and fingers. His mouth on my skin was heated, and sent delicious shivers through my whole body. I used my upper body strength to lift myself up, helping him as he tugged and pulled my PJ bottoms and panties off, keeping my naked parts hidden under the light blanket.

  I nervously watched the crowds below us walk around, completely oblivious to what was going on above their heads. It was just starting to get dark, the sun setting beautifully over the Caribbean. If anyone looked up, they would see me, leaning back in my rocking chair, a blanket on my lap, and a large, moving form pleasuring me under the blanket.

  Roger kept me covered, but he wasn't exactly being subtle, as most of him could be seen, half under the blanket, lodged between my spread thighs.

  He opened my thighs more with his hands, hooking my bent knees over the arms of the rocking chair, before sliding his hands under my ass, pulling me to the edge of the chair.

  All thoughts of sex swings, lube and vibrators vanished as his mouth and fingers teased me. He nipped the sensitive skin of my thighs, making me squeal and squirm, shocked that we hadn't caught the attention of anyone just below us yet.

  As his mouth settled on me, tongue circling, fingers sliding inside, I let my head relax against the chair, closing my eyes to anyone but Roger. My moans started quiet and muffled, but soon I didn't care anymore.

  My hands found the back of his head, gripping his hair through the blanket, holding him against me as I wiggled under his tongue. I could hear his soft sucking noises through the blanket, but I couldn't watch what he was doing.

  He started licking harder, concentrating his fingers and mouth on the motions he knew would drive me crazy.

  I called out his name softly as I came, my thighs pulsing with my orgasm. I felt him kiss down my thigh, back toward my knee as he slid out from under the blanket.

  "I didn't even need chocolate syrup," he said as he pulled me to a standing position.

  He got behind me, spreading my blanket over the balcony railing for a small bit of privacy while pulling down and stepping out of his pants. He spread my thighs apart again, bending me over the balcony railing as he slid himself between my legs and inside me.

  I moaned as he filled me from behind. His hands slid under my top, squeezing my breasts as they swung with each stroke. It was full dark now, but the crowd below us had only thinned slightly. I watched people walk below us as quiet smacking sounds announced to anyone listening what we were doing up here.

  He took one hand from my breast, sliding it between my legs instead. He rubbed and circled there, driving me to the brink again as he thrust into me again and again. The exhibitionist thrill of being drilled from behind as people were only feet away heightened every sensation. I gripped the railing, pressing myself backward to meet every stroke, biting my lip to keep from calling out as I came again.

  Roger's hands gripped my hips. Knowing I had cum, he was free to use me however it pleased him, and his strokes got longer and faster. I heard his quiet grunts as he drove himself home. I squeezed my muscles, tightening myself around him in pulses, and then reached between my legs, seeking out his balls as they swung.

  I held them, playing with them and tugging lightly. I felt his rhythm change, his strokes more urgent and he mumbled, 'oh god, oh fuck.' With one last, rough thrust he gripped my hips tight, pouring himself into me in hot, throbbing bursts.

  He kissed my neck and back as he pulled out of me a few minutes later. Once he had stepped back into his pants, I wrapped the blanket around my waist and went inside to clean up, grabbing my clothes from the patio floor.


  When I came out of the bathroom, I saw that he had pulled down our bed covers and was naked between the sheets. The lights were off, but the patio door was open, letting in the breeze and some light from the boardwalk.

  I joined him between the sheets, snuggling up to him as I settled in. His mouth found mine in the semi-dark, and he kissed me, long and slow.

  "I've missed you so much." He whispered into my ear as he pulled me close, wrapping me in his arms.

  "I missed you, too." With that we fell asleep.

  The next few days were fun, we did the three-wheeler ride through the jungle, snorkeled some more, and spent many hours exploring and relaxing on the beach with umbrella drinks. We talked, laughed, ate and made love.

  By the time we flew home Thursday night, I was one happy, content and relaxed woman.

  Chapter 33

  Cheers

  I stayed with Roger Thursday night and all of Friday. He said he had to fly out to work on Sunday, so we decided to go out to my bar Friday night, sleep in and take it easy Saturday, and part on Sunday morning.

  It sounded like a great plan to me. After going to meet Roger's family last Friday, I was ready for a night at the bar.

  We got our drinks and headed for Kate's table. I lagged behind Roger, as the crowd was too thick to walk beside him. When Roger moved aside, placing our drinks beside Kate, I noticed Caleb was already there, talking.

  The sight of him gave me pause. My gut tightened, my heartbeat quickened and my breath caught in my throat. I kept going though, not wanting Roger to see Caleb affect me. I heard the end of what Caleb was saying to Michael, "Man, it pissed her off when all I said in return was, 'Ma'am my advice to you is to stop throwing gang signs, at your age it just looks like an attack of arthritis.' As she yelled and screamed, I threw her son into the back of my squad car. Poor kid had no chance, coming from that family."

  Michael laughed and Caleb looked up to see who had joined them. His eyes caught mine first, and he lit up when he saw me. He started to smile, and the lines around his eyes started to crinkle, right up until he shifted his gaze to Roger.

  His face stilled, his gaze hardening behind his eyes. He recovered quickly, greeting Roger with a handshake, but I had seen it. Shit.

  "Hey guys, I see you survived your weekend. We missed you two here last Friday."

  Roger shook with Caleb, no clue about what had just happened between us. Roger kept up the conversation, "Yeah, I begged her to take me back. I don't know how much she has told you, but I'm assuming since she's female that you all know everything. My parents loved her, hell my whole family had us engaged, and then I stole her away for a few days in Cozumel. I told her we were staying in Mexico until she agreed to be mine again."

  I watched the news hit Caleb, and as he struggled I could have kissed Kate for jumping in, making everyone's attention swing to her with, "You gave in? Shit I would have dragged it out, purely to stay longer in Mexico. I don't care what you did, it would have taken months to get me back. All the while drinking umbrella drinks on the beach as you 'made it up to me' every single night."

  I saw Caleb's shoulders tighten out of the corner of my eye. OK, Kate, thanks.

  Michael asked, "So have you met the kid? Have you heard anything about the DNA?"

  "I met him, he and Amy came to my sister's with everyone Saturday. We haven't done the DNA test yet. I will, to make it official, but the resemblance is eerie. I'd be shocked if he wasn't mine."

  I nodded, "Yeah they have the same smile."

  Caleb spoke up, holding his glass toward the center of the table, "Well, congratulations! It's a boy!"

  We laughed and clinked our glasses with his. As everyone drank, I took only the tiniest sip, watching Caleb over the edge of my glass. He had pulled himself together, at least he looked like he had. But I knew better. I could see the tightness to his mouth, the pain in his eyes. And the anger. Shit, Caleb was pissed.

  When we put our glasses down, everyone's empty but mine, Caleb said, "You hardly had a swallow. Are you too good to drink with us now that you've returned from the Caribbean?"

  "Whatever. No my stomach has been weird today. I'm guessing too many umbrella drinks. I'm taking it easy tonight, that's all. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to pee."

  After I peed I washed my hands in the sink, mainly killing time. I hated knowing I hurt Caleb by getting back together with Roger, but it wasn't like this was unexpected.

  I mean, what did Caleb think was going to happen? I know he said he'd give up the clubs if I met him in the middle by giving up on the idea of forever, but damn it, I wanted it all.

  I knew I could have it all with Roger. I knew it was still too soon to be planning a future with Roger, but at least it was a possibility.

  Yeah, I was a bit taken back by his lack of adventurousness in the bedroom. No lube, lingerie or vibrators? Really? But he did do me right there on the balcony, for all the world to see. Maybe I could change him. At least that part of him. Anyone willing to go down on their knees under a blanket in almost public, and to take me against the railing for all to see must be more willing to play than he thinks he is. After all, I had no intention of climbing up into that sex swing when I first saw it, either. But I did, and I liked it.

  I stopped my thoughts from straying too far down that road. Oh no, down that way lie madness. I pulled myself together and walked out of the bathroom, and straight into Caleb.

  Chapter 34

  Confession

  Caleb took my elbow without a word and propelled me through a door and into a storage room.

  "Dude, what the hell?"

  "What the hell is right. I'm done, do you hear me? Done. Don't you know I ache for you? I miss you when you aren't around. Something happens and I reach for my phone to tell you. I roll over in the middle of the night, wanting, needing you. I wake fully and remember you're not there because I fucked up. I broke that trust, because I can't promise you forever and don't want that cursed fairytale, and I suck it up. I date. I go to work. And I ache for you.

  I see you here and I can't touch you. I can't dance with you. I can't pull you close and tuck you against me and sway with you on the dance floor. I can't kiss you, I can't fuck you, and I want to. I want to so bad, but I stay friendly with you, hoping one day you will need me, and I'll be here.

  Instead, I end up needing you. I ask you to help me, and you do. I kiss you again, and I fuck you again, and in needing you I drag my heart through the wringer again. Now I know how you felt on my birthday, when you told me to go and I did. I told you to go with Roger, and as I suffered, wondering how it was going, you were on a fucking beach in Mexico? Fuck you."

  "Caleb, I..."

  "No, I'm sorry. Fucking you is, damn it..." Caleb took a deep breath, and started again. "I love you. What I want most in this world is for you to be happy. If Roger makes you happy, then so be it. You deserve nothing less than happiness. I'll end this weird, painful friendship. I'll find a new bar. The S&M bar called, they have us signed up for the beginner's class, one on one, with Jessica. Two weeks from tomorrow. Then that is it, I'll walk away. Once we get her alone this will be over, one way or another. I'll leave you alone. I want you to have the fairy tale, I do. But I can't watch it.

  After that weekend I won't contact you again, we won't run into each other here. Maybe if I'm not in the picture you truly can find happiness with him. Maybe I can finally get over you. I'm going now, I can't stay here and pretend to have fun tonight. I won't be here next Friday either. I'll pick you up that Saturday night, in two weeks, for the last time, and all of this can be over."

  Caleb walked away after that. I stayed behind, in the storage room, trying to sort through everything he had said.

  I tried but failed. I was numb, and shocked. I finally gave up and went back to my table, because I needed something to do. I knew soon someone would come looking for me.

  When I got back to the table Kate said, "What happened to Caleb? He just shot out of here looking quite p
issed."

  I shook my head, "No idea."

  "He didn't say anything to you?" Roger asked.

  "No, I haven't seen him," I lied. I picked up my drink and raised it to my mouth, but my stomach still churned from everything Caleb said. I put it back down on the table, untouched.

  Kate looked at me funny. "Are you OK?"

  "Yes, of course."

  Roger said, "How about we go dance this slow one?"

  "Yeah sure, just let me go pee."

  "I thought you just peed?" Roger asked, confused.

  "I did. I guess the alcohol is running through me."

  Kate pitched in. "What alcohol? You're pregnant."

  "What? I'm not pregnant. I'm on the pill."

  "Umm hmm. You said your stomach has been rolling. You can't seem to drink, you have to go pee twice in ten minutes and you are being weird."

  "I am not pregnant, and I'm always weird. See..." I chugged my drink. "I'm not keeping any secrets. My stomach has been weird because we've been in Mexico. Come on, let's dance."

  "Don't even claim that," Roger spoke up. "The last thing I need is another 'Congratulations, it's a boy!' right now."

  "OK, so you're not pregnant. I've guessed wrong before, but you're too late. The slow song is over, it's a fast one now. Come dance with me instead."

  Kate didn't wait for a response, she just pulled me behind her by my wrist.

  On the dance floor she yelled over the music, "So what really happened?"

  "What are you talking about?"

  "Damn it, don't pretend you aren't hiding something. If it isn't a baby, what is it?"

  "Fine. If you must know, I did see Caleb before he stormed out. He's pissed Roger and I are together. He told me he loves me, and that he would find a new bar so he wouldn't have to see me with Roger any more. Then he left."

  "I don't get it. He was fine with that before. He was even dating. What happened? He broke up with Ashlee and set his sights on you when you were broken up?"