Ensnared

by I N Foggarty

  Pinned to a wall he noticed that someone had gotten lucky already; Ross, one of the boys in their year. He did not know the girl but clad in tight black leather trousers and a matching bustier he felt almost envious of his peer's luck.

  “In here folks,” Raymond said, ushering them into a room at the back of the ground floor. “Now feel free to wander where you want and socialise with who you will,” he continued in a sleazy host voice. “And if you need some private time….” He winked at them. “…the rooms upstairs are available. Just be sure to decorate the door handle.”

  Compared to the front lounge and kitchen it felt practically dead. Three sofas had been crammed in along the back and side walls to the point that their corners touched. Kitty sat closest to the door wearing a green patterned dress. A clear indication that Natalie had at least taken some time to make her presentable. The absence of cat hair and smell being the giveaway. There was something about her that gave the impression that she felt more nervous than normal though he paid it no mind.

  Beside her the hulking form of Mark. Slouched back he took up most of the sofa by himself. True to form he had forgone the convention of changing into something flashier and sat clad in the same slashed jeans and band t-shirt he had worn at school. His leather jacket may have been absent but Dylan would wager he’d parked his bike somewhere in the vicinity.

  Completing the trio and hanging off of Marks left arm was a girl called Amy. Vice-captain of the cheerleaders and apparently now single. He must have somehow missed that development amidst his machinations. Regardless she sat deep in conversation with the sole occupant of a somewhat convenient two-seat sofa that had just enough room for two people. Dressed in cerulean blue with cotton candy pink lipstick Natalie had really outdone herself this time. Even the girl with whom she conversed had struggled to match her for ‘je ne sais quoi’. The final occupants were both of little interest, not to mention so far down the social ladder that they almost brought down the standing of their betters.

  “Hey, guys!” Dylan called out as he paraded Matt into the room in front of them. All conversation ceased, the collective gazes momentarily falling upon the new arrivals.

  “Matt!” Natalie’s tone sounded so full of shock and amazement that it made him feel short-changed by Raymond’s reaction. And she had the audacity to have questioned his plan and underestimate his abilities. “I thought you weren’t coming?”

  “Hey, Natalie.” Well, that was quite possibly the most sterile reply that had ever been made to a smouldering hot girl that wanted to snog you.

  “Matt, what’s wrong?” A look of concern had spread across the girl’s face that even to Dylan’s trained eyes appeared genuine.

  “Anna broke up with him on Wednesday and only bothered to tell him tonight.”

  “Oh, Matt!” Natalie rushed forward and pulled Matt into a hug.

  Your silver tongue’s almost as good as mine, Nat, Dylan thought in amusement on observing the spectacle. He turned to Mark. “You got my goods, Mark”

  “Hmph. Not even a good evening how are you, Mark… and sceptical to boot,” Mark answered in his typical flinty tone. He held a plastic carrier bag out towards him. Dylan took it carefully and withdrew a ten pack of bottled beer with a black bear on the bottle; the real stuff this time.

  “I never doubted you, dude,” he lied in a smooth tone as he removed four of the bottles from the packaging and placed them back in the bag. “Here.” He held the remaining package of six out to Matt, who had somehow managed to disentangle himself from Natalie’s grasp. “Taketh thy nectar of the Black Bear. Thy’ need is greater than mine.”

  He could tell Matt was reluctant to take the beer. However, he had no time to worry about it as Natalie took charge of the situation and guided him over to where she had been sitting. Well, my work here is done he thought on turning to leave the room. “I’ll catch up with you guys later.” He caught Raymond trying to skulk away down the hall.

  “Oh Raymond,” he said in a sly voice, causing the weasel-faced boy to jump. “You aren’t forgetting something are you?”

  “Fine,” Raymond sighed, his attempt to swindle him well and truly rumbled. “Your beers in the fridge in the kitchen. Just take what four bottles you want.”

  “And…” Dylan rotated his wrist to indicated that four beers were neither satisfactory nor the agreed payment.

  Raymond sighed again. “Fine. She’s out beside the hot tub. This way.” He motioned for Dylan to follow him.

  “Thanking you,” Dylan replied sweetly, allowing himself to be led through into the kitchen.

  “She’s got her own vodka so don’t worry about having to share. Though I still don’t see why you gave more than half that ten pack to Matt.” He opened the fridge and saw it was stacked to the top with various bottles and cans of alcohol.

  “And nor you shall.” Picking four bottles from amidst the array he closed the door and followed Raymond out of the kitchen door.

  Covered in terracotta coloured tiles, the porch ran the entire length of the house. Presently it was covered with a multitude of people, all of whom seemed to be enjoying themselves in various different ways from talking to… well more colourful things. From somewhere unknown, a stereo pumped out music. That surely hadn’t been on when they had arrived Dylan mused gazing out over a large swimming pool around which many others were gathered. There were also several bodies enjoying the water.

  Behind what must have been the garage a large wooden decked area had been built, on top of which sat an obscenely large hot tub. A pity its owners didn’t have the house to match he thought as he glanced up at the thatched roof canopy.

  “That’s her there.” Dylan followed Raymond’s finger towards a busty blonde-haired girl wearing tan shorts and an orange bikini top. She sat on the edge of the tub with a drink in her hand, laughing. Score! He thought excitedly upon looking the girl up and down.

  “Jess.” On hearing her name the girl turned from her conversation and slid off the side of the hot tub. She looked even better from the front Dylan realised, a small lump forming behind his jeans.

  “Sup, Ray?” the girl replied as she reached them.

  “This is Dylan. The guy I told you about.”

  The girl looked him up and down. If she noticed the slight bulge in his jeans she gave no indication of it. She smiled a sort of wicked looking grin that made her look even hotter. “Nice to meet you, Dylan.”

  He put on his most charming voice. “And you. Would you like a beer?”

  “No thanks, sweetie. I prefer vodka.” She smiled at him and shook the red plastic tumbler in her hand. “But you can put those in my icebox if you want. No one else will touch them, promise.”

  “I’ll leave you two to get to know each other.” Without another word, Raymond scuttled off to serve the rest of his guests.

  “My cousin is such a dork,” Jess said once the other boy had vacated earshot. She then gave him a stern look. “Okay, cards on the table. I’m here for the weekend only. No, I’m not looking for a relationship and No, I don’t do long distance.” Dylan gave her a blank look. This was not how these conversations usually started. “I’m stuck here and need someone to have some fun with. Homerun guaranteed if I think you’re worth my time.”

  Out of nowhere, her hand struck him open palmed across the cheek. Only then did he realise that he had been staring at her nipples, not her eyes. “Look me in the eye when I’m talking to you.” He responded by meeting her gaze. “Honestly, if you can’t keep your eyes off my tits when I’m talking, you’ll probably pop before I get your trousers off.”

  “Sorry,” Dylan blurted out, his brain struggling to catch up with the conversational direction. This part was normally his forte. Then again he tended to be the one in the driving seat. “I’m cool with that.”

  Jess gave him a wicked smile. “Good, glad we got that out of the way. I hope you’ve got swim shorts on under those.”

  He barely got a chance to register the comment as she sud
denly seized his wrist and pulled him towards the tub. Wow, she was fast he thought upon finding himself in front of the ice box, far stronger than she looked too. Quickly, he deposited seven of his bottles into it before opening the eighth. Fortunately, Raymond had sent him an advisory text about the swimwear, otherwise, things could have been embarrassing.

  “Too slow, Dylan.” As she laughed he turned from the icebox to see her shorts lying on the ground where last he had seen her stand. “Waaay too slow.” His gaze finally locating her on the edge of the tub and he straightened up. Needless to say, she sat clad solely in her bikini. He gulped down a large mouthful of beer. Something about her speed should have sent alarm bells ringing in his head but he deliberately silenced them. Pulling hard on both sides of his shirt caused the top three poppers to give way. In one swift movement, he hauled both shirt and tee over his head. While at the same time his feet struggled to kick off his trainers. His jeans and socks joined the rest of his clothes on the deck.

  Jess waggled a finger at him. “Much better.” Dylan blindly obeyed and sat down beside her, putting his legs in the bubbling water. Without warning, he felt a sharp prod at the base of his spine and before he had a chance to do anything he found himself slipping over the edge and into the tub. There was a small splash beside him as Jess entered the water.

  There were six other people enjoying the jets. He didn’t fail to notice that they were paired up boy-girl bar one pair that lacked the former. One of the guys had an arm around his girl while the other sat in his lap. Couples he realised. His eyes then fell on the two girls. There must have been some indication of his thought process on his face as one of the girls smiled at him before turning to kiss her partner full on the lips. Three couples it would seem.

  “Ignore those two,” Jess said in his ear, causing him to turn and look at her. “A few more drinks in them and we’ll have to send them off elsewhere.” She laughed at her own joke and Dylan quickly joined in. The couple’s thing hadn’t been the only thing he had picked up on. All of the girls might have been about his age but the two guys were at least two years his senior. It didn’t really bother him. Raymond had already told him that Jess was a year older than they were and he was cool with that. “Their names are Katie and Niko by the way.”

  Jess then went around the tub and introduced him to everyone in turn as her ‘date’ for the evening. It turned out that one of each pair was a cousin of Raymond’s after a fashion. They were also all here for the weekend. Now it made sense why Raymond had been able to assure him of an empty room. Jess had one all to herself.

  “So, are you local?” Jess asked him, sipping her drink

  “Lived here all my life.” It was truth enough for her. His father had never told him where he had been born. Although he had a suspicion that even he did not know for certain.

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  Three hours passed. Talking, drinking, more talking… more drinking. It was that sort of night. By now only one other couple remained in the tub. About an hour and a half ago, like Jess had predicted, Katie and Niko had started becoming too playful with each other. So a unanimous vote had been taken to evict them from the vicinity of the tub and send them upstairs. They had left gladly, giggling and holding hands as they skipped into the house and out of mind. One of the other couples had subsequently followed under the same marching orders.

  Time passed, euphoria slowly built and the intimacy between them deepened. At first, he simply held her hand under the water, her soft slender fingers having a surprisingly firm grip. Conversation had been a given, though Dylan doubted he’d remember much of it come morning. He must have said the right things though as he had slowly progressed from hand-holding to an arm over the shoulder. Now she sat in his lap facing him, her soft blue eyes pouring into his own.

  Jess slid a hand softly through the hair on the back of his head and kissed him. Her lips were soft and her tongue adventurous. He responded by taking a firmer hold of her back and pressed her slender form against his own. Even in his drunken state, he could tell that the girl was more experienced than anyone else he had been with; he loved it. When her large breasts pressed against his body she rubbed her crotch against his own.

  “Get a room you two,” a girl’s voice called out in a playful manner from across the tub.

  Jess stopped and slowly brought her tender lips round to his ear. “Sounds like a good idea to me. What’d you think?”

  “Totally,” Dylan replied, feeling the drunken smile on his lips. He moved to kiss her but a slender finger pressed against his lips.

  “Ah, Ah, Ah.” Her tone so captivating, so hypnotic that he would have thrown himself under a bus had she commanded it. “No more candy till we’re upstairs.” He gave her a playful pout as she climbed over him and out of the tub.

  “Have fun you two,” the girl who had made the earlier comment giggled, turning to her own boyfriend. “I think it’s time for us to leave too.”

  Dylan ignored the other couple as he got to his feet and almost slid under the surface. He had better watch his step. Eventually, he managed to climb out the tub. By the time he had gotten onto the decking Jess had already dried the standing water from her body and slipped her shorts back on. She tossed him a soft green beach towel. “Come on slow poke.”

  Haphazardly catching it Dylan dried himself off the best he could. Once done he wrapped it around his waist and proceeded to remove his sodden shorts. They fell to the ground and he stepped over them, quickly drying the tops of his legs and backside. Staggering slightly, he somehow succeeded in pulling his jeans on without losing the towel. Grabbing his shirt he struggled to strip out the tee and pull it over his head at the same time. Things were so much easier when you were sober.

  As suitably dressed as he was likely to get, he would find his shoes and socks later, Dylan took hold of the blonde’s outstretched hand and allowed himself to be led back through the house. At the foot of the stairs that led up to the first floor he could have sworn that he caught sight of a girl with red hair similar to Anna’s but he ignored it. It took some effort to climb up to the first floor. Had Jess not been there to steady him he would surely have tumbled back down at least once.

  This part of the house seemed deserted as Jess led him out onto the landing. A few doors down and she opened one and ushered him in. A concoction of moonlight and the sun's final rays shone through the window and illuminated a neatly made double bed. What other furnishings the room had Dylan did not get the chance to see, for the door closed behind him and Jess spun him around to face her.

  “I hope you know what you’re doing,” she said in the same seductive tone she had used back in the tub. Dylan never got the chance to respond as the girl grabbed the bottom of his t-shirt and yanked it off over his head. Tossing it to the floor she pushed him back towards the foot of the bed. His eyes widened when Jess undid the string of her bikini top and let it fall to the floor. Her breasts were large and round with perky brown nipples. Her poufy blonde hair, which had somehow remained mostly dry, framed her perfect face. The wet tips hanging down over her shoulders and caressing the tops of her ripe apples.

  She smiled sweetly, slowly wandering over to stand in front of him. “Like what you see?”

  Dylan could only nod dumbly in response as she took hold of the back of his head and drew his lips to her own. Returning the kiss, her hands slid down his back and slowly started to caress his shoulders. He responded in kind. His own hands rubbing gently against the soft skin on her back. Against his chest he could feel the warmth coming from her breasts; her nipples now erect.

  Soon Jess moved from his lips down his neck; causing him to moan. As her teeth nibbled at him her fingernails dug into his shoulders, almost causing him to wince. A moment later and she had moved her head down again and began to playfully suck his left nipple. He moaned again. He wasn’t used to a girl being so active during foreplay, yet he loved every second of it.

  Slowly he brought his hands around from Jess’ back and began to stroke h
er breasts. When his fingers squeezed her erect nipples they hardened further and he felt her body squirm slightly. Taking this as an indication of delight Dylan continued to pinch and play with her soft mounds. She moaned loudly before biting down on his right nipple. This time he did wince.

  “Oh, do we not like that,” she said in a slightly mocking tone. “Maybe you’ll prefer this instead.” Slowly she slid her hands down his body, lowering herself into a kneeling position. When she reached the waistband of his jeans they came down with her. Before he could respond she had taken hold of his erect penis in her left hand and begun to lightly stroke it. “Impressive.”

  He let out a grunt as she tightened her grip on his shaft and started to move her hand in a circular manner along it. He was in heaven but knew he had to restrain himself, difficult though it may be. He then gasped; she’d taken his tip into her mouth and started to lick. None of the girls he’d had prior had done this to him. Expertly her tongue lapped along the rest of his shaft. She looked up into his eyes. “I think that’s enough for you.”

  When he started to pout Jess began to laugh and quickly shoved him. Staggering backwards his knees hit the bed frame and he tumbled over the edge and onto the mattress. A second later she was on top of him, the rest of her bikini discarded to the floor. In the low light, he could just make out her well-trimmed and wet pubic hair.

  “Shouldn’t…” Jess cut him off.

  “After I just got you nice and wet?” She almost sounded offended. “I’m on the pill.”

  Slowly she lowered herself onto him and Dylan let out his loudest moan yet. With ease the girl slid herself down his entire shaft, a slight squeal escaping from her lips. Then she began riding him. Gradually she built up the pace, her breasts bouncing with every movement. He had never had sex with the girl on top before and never had it felt so good. “Oh fuck yeah!” he exclaimed when she thrust down hard on his penis.