Savage Urges

by Poppy Deveaux

  “Sorry about earlier, and thanks for checking that I was okay. Thanks for everything really, it was a good class.”

  “I’m glad you think so, I’ll be seeing you again then?”

  “Most definitely!” she said excitedly.

  “And don’t worry about falling over. I used to be such a klutz that it took me ages to master these things. Shows anybody can do it I guess. It’s actually really good for curing clumsiness, if you keep at it.”

  “I’ll be sure to practice at home then,” she said, although she couldn’t ever imagine him being clumsy. It was even hard to believe that he walked like mortal men. Surely he should have glided, or flown like some kind of superhero.

  “Are you ready to go?” Denise asked, coming up to them. Toni cringed.

  “Oh, and here’s my star pupil,” Peter said. Toni almost growled.

  “I don’t know about star,” Denise said, tossing her hair back and letting her hand slide down Peter’s arm. Toni could have thrown up.

  “Yes, I’m ready, let’s go,” she said flatly. Denise looked slightly disappointed at having to say goodbye to Peter so quickly, and Toni was certainly sad but she didn’t want that temptress to put Peter under her spell. Toni dragged Denise away.

  “I look forward to seeing you two next time,” the instructor called out after them. Toni began to smile but when Denise remarked that he was cute the smile quickly faded. Denise rambled on as they made their way back to their cars and Toni offered a few grunts and minor comments here and there, but in the dark recesses of her mind she was already thinking of ways to stake a claim on Peter before Denise had a chance to. It was one thing having everyone else like Denise’s food better than hers but if Peter and Denise started going out…well, she couldn’t even picture it. It made her nauseous. On the drive home she gripped the wheel so tightly that her knuckles were white, and all through the night she tossed and turned imagining how horrible it would be if Denise trumped her once more.

  The next day she looked up a load of yoga videos on YouTube and practiced different positions, making sure that at the next class she would be ready. She didn’t bother running that morning either because she couldn’t stand seeing Denise’s face too often. She quickly regretted that when she next saw Denise, who asked her why she hadn’t been running recently, as it made Toni feel like a failure.

  But her practice paid off as at the next yoga class Peter was highly impressed with the progress that Toni was making.

  “Have you been practicing at home?” he asked. Toni feigned offense.

  “Of course not! I’ve just been listening to what you say, you’re a really good teacher,” she fawned. Out of the corner of her eye she caught the woman next to her (not Denise) rolling her eyes, but she ignored it. The following few classes went by quickly and Toni always kept an eye and Denise, making sure that she didn’t get any time alone with Peter. Sadly the same seemed to be true for Denise, so it was difficult for either of them to actually make any progress in their endeavor. However, on one fortuitous evening another lady accidentally walked out with Denise’s bag, so she had no choice but to chase after her. This time it was Toni’s turn to look smug and she pressed her advantage. She strode up to Peter and wore her sweetest smile.

  “What I can I do for you?” he asked

  “Well, actually, I have a little request,” she began.

  “Go on.”

  “I don’t know if this is inappropriate or not but, well, I have a little party in my neighborhood and I was wondering if you’d like to come along?” she asked, having to force out the last question because it had been so long since she’d actually been on a date that the prospect was daunting, but she couldn’t let Denise get ahead of her in this matter. Peter pursed his lips and studied her for a moment, and in those few seconds she wondered if she had made a gross miscalculation. He brought his hand up and rubbed his square jaw.

  “Well you know, technically we do have a teacher-student relationship…”

  Toni moved a few steps closer towards him and bit her lower lip.

  “I always did have a crush on my teachers,” she said in a raspy, low voice. Peter raised his eyebrows but took it all in his stride.

  “Then it’s an offer I can’t refuse,” he said. She gave him her cell number and the address, and then, seeing that Denise had returned to the room thanks to the wall of mirrors, leaned in for a hug. It took Peter by surprise but he leaned into it, and his arms wrapped around her slender waist. She could feel his soft breath on her neck and it made her shiver. Her hands felt his broad back and his sculpted muscles pressed against her. She turned and walked back to Denise with a confident swagger, and she enjoyed the shocked expression that Denise was wearing.

  The night of the party arrived and this time Toni had made a simple dish because the real thing she was going to savor was Denise’s reaction when she walked in with Peter. As such she had chosen to wear a red dress that clung around her figure, ensuring that Peter wouldn’t be able to keep his eyes, and hopefully his hands, off her. She glanced excitedly at her watch until he finally arrived. She opened the door and they kissed each other on the cheek. He smelled amazing, wearing a musky aftershave that titillated her senses. He wore a light blue shirt and some tight jeans, neither of which could hide his perfect physique.

  “You look amazing,” he said. She thanked him and gave him a little twirl before returning the compliment.

  “I’m not going to twirl for you though,” he said. She linked arms with him and led him down the sidewalk to Bradley and Dean’s, which happened to be opposite Denise’s place. The evening was a cool one and the stars were already glittering across a perfectly black sky. The moon shone and beamed down a silvery glow. It was an enchanted night, and Toni felt enchanting.

  The party was in full swing when they arrived. Bradley and Dean were a flamboyant couple who always wanted their parties to be the biggest and the best. Music was pumping through the house and it was so loud that Toni could almost feel the floor vibrating. They made their way through and Toni gripped Peter’s hand, making sure that he couldn’t get away. Eventually she found Bradley, who eyed Peter up and down like a piece of meat.

  “Where’d you find this piece of man meat?” he said.

  “He’s my yoga instructor,” Toni replied. Bradley gave him an approving look.

  “Is Denise here yet?” Toni asked.

  “I have no idea, to be honest I have no idea who half these people are I think we may have some gatecrashers but oh well, that’s the life of a party!” Someone called him over to do some shots and he was gone, leaving Toni and Peter by themselves. They walked through the house and Toni greeted her neighbors, although all the time she was on the lookout for Denise so that she could rub in the fact that she was on a date with Peter. Peter followed limply and tried to make conversation, but Toni was so consumed with finding Denise that she didn’t contribute much, although when he confronted her about it she blamed it on the loud music. They made their way outside to the large garden. Ornaments sparkled with fairy lights dangled over them and a people milled about in their own little social circles.

  “Where is she?” Toni wondered out loud.

  “Can’t we just enjoy the party while we’re here?” Peter suggested.

  “You’re right,” Toni said, “I’m sorry. Let’s talk. Tell me about Peter. What is your story?” Peter started to regale her with highlights from his life but she was still looking at the back door, waiting for the arrival of Denise. Peter continued talking and Toni nodded and smiled, until she finally spotted Denise arrive. Her nemesis looked around and then their eyes met. They shared a vicious glance and, as Peter was in the middle of telling her about his mother, Toni leapt up and kissed him. At first he almost fell back, such was the force with which she leapt at him, but he soon fell into it and the two of them kissed passionately, garnering much attention from the people around them. It was a deep, long kiss, one filled with passion, and when Denise came down to interrupt t
hem Toni was left reeling. She had to take a moment to compose herself, and when he noticed that Denise was there Peter looked a little embarrassed.

  “It’s good to see you out of class,” Denise said. Peter was unsure how to reply, but Toni didn’t give him a chance. She wrapped her arm in with his and stood in front of him.

  “We’ve been enjoying this party. I’m surprised it’s taken you so long to show up.”

  “One should be fashionably late to these things, besides, I had to finish off a few things. What did you bring today?” she asked with an arrogant look in her eyes.

  “You’re looking at him,” Toni said with a devilish look in her eyes. Denise simmered with resentment and Toni reveled in it.

  “Ah, I’m going to grab a drink and some food I think, I’m starving. Can I grab either of you two anything?” he asked, but neither of the women responded, they were far too busy glowering at each other. He left them to it and went back into the house.

  “What the hell are you doing?” Denise asked.

  “I don’t know what you’re on about,” Toni said innocently. They bickered with each other without actually arguing, for they did not want to create a scene. Tensions were high between them now, however, it was like a powder keg that only needed one spark to be set alight.

  Peter came back with a plate filled with food. He held a plastic fork in one hand and was scooping up various things from his plate.

  “This spread is amazing. Your street really knows how to throw the best parties. I’ve never been to one like it. And this potato salad, oh my God it’s the best thing I’ve ever eaten. Do either of you two know who made it? I need to get them to make me a batch or something.” He shook his head in disbelief as he took another bite and made a long, satisfied moan. Denise looked at Toni with a smug smile and then turned to Peter, ready to reveal to him that she was the one who made the potato salad.

  “Actually....” she began, but this was too much for Toni to bear. She could deal with him praising Denise’s yoga technique, but the potato salad was personal. All the frustration and fury, the jealousy and envy that had been building up inside Toni finally burst out in a flurry. She leapt at Denise, who screamed, and the two women fell onto the ground. The rolled around, scratching and clawing at each other. Toni got the upper hand and had a fistful of Denise’s hair.

  “You and that damned potato salad. Why do you always have to do everything so much better than me?!” she screamed as she tried to bash Denise’s head against the grass. Denise flailed her arms about and reached out for anything, but the only thing she found was part of Toni’s dress. With her desperate strength she pulled with all her might and then a loud ripping sound tore through the garden. A loud gasp ran through the crowd as they all saw Toni’s lovely dress ruined. A wide gash was left just under her breast. The fight paused.

  “Oh my gosh! I’m so, so sorry!” Denise said. Toni looked down in horror, feeling her body. Her mouth was open in shock as she felt the open tear. Then anger clouded her face again and she resumed beating Denise. Her fists pounded down as her shrill howls of anger rang through the clear night. Peter and other people rushed in to drag them apart but the two of them were like Tasmanian devils, seemingly intent on destroying each other. They wrestled themselves free and attacked each other again, running all across the garden. Food was spilled and glasses smashed; cheap champagne seeped into the flower beds. They were like a tornado spinning around the garden, and it was a great effort for Peter and a few other people to finally drag them back into the house. People looked at them oddly as they were hauled through, and when Bradley and Dean saw the state of their garden they almost fainted.

  “I’ll take it from here,” Peter said as they left the house. As soon as they were outside they had managed to calm down a little, but Toni kicked a bit of dirt in Denise’s direction.

  “What the hell is this all about?” Peter asked as they walked along the lonely street. Neither of them spoke as they felt like chastised children. Perhaps it was because of his position as their teacher but he had a natural authority about him and they responded to his commanding presence. Toni held the ripped piece of fabric in her hand. Peter suggested they go back to hers and talk things out because it wasn’t normal for two adults to behave like that, and she had no choice but to agree because if she had been petty then Denise would have been the bigger person and she wouldn’t allow that.

  They went back to her place and things were calmer. At least she had managed to release a bit of rage and was now feeling much better about things. Peter sat down in between the two of them.

  “Now will one of you please try and tell me what’s going on.”

  “She’s an attention stealing whore that has a superiority complex and always needs to prove that she’s better than me,” Toni began. Denise looked shocked.

  “I do not!”

  “Oh really? Then why is that that just after I started running you start running at exactly the same time as me. Then I say I’m going to yoga and you come to yoga. You can’t just let me have one thing to myself, can you? No, you always have to be better.”

  “That’s because I am better.”

  “Not at everything,” Toni said, narrowing her eyes. The gauntlet had been laid down and neither woman was going to back down.

  “Prove it. I’m better at cooking, at running, at yoga. Face it Toni, you’re always going to come up second best.”

  “Oh you have no idea who you’re messing with. I’ll give you one thing I’m better at – sex.” It wasn’t a lie, she had always been a natural and if there was one thing she was absolutely confident of being better at than other people it was with regards to the bedroom. Peter looked a little taken aback.

  “Now ladies,” he tried to say but they weren’t letting him be a part of this.

  “Fine, bring it on. I’ll take you down in there just like I’ve taken you down everywhere else,” Denise said. They stared at each other with venomous glances and snarled, like two wild animals that had been let off the leash and were fighting over a single bone. They rose and pulled Peter up. At first he tried to resist.

  “Let’s sort this out properly,” he protested, but they were having none of it. They led him to Fiona’s bedroom and set him down on the bed. Toni began to undress quickly but then saw that Denise was taking her time and slowly pulling her top over her head, making it more like a striptease, so Toni followed suit and Peter could only sit and watch in awe as these two beautiful women stripped off in front of him. They writhed and swayed, and tried to prove each was more flexible than the other. While Denise was on the floor , Toni took the initiative and started to undress Peter. She pulled away his top and leaned down, letting her long blonde hair drape around his head as their lips met in a lustful kiss. His hands crept around her back and began to squeeze her ass, and as they moaned Denise realized what was happening. She quickly rose and jostled with Toni for position. She ran her hands around Peter’s shoulders and back and kissed his neck, then pushed Toni away so she could taste his mouth and tongue. Toni watched with jealousy as the two of them kissed. His hands were all over Denise’s back so Toni pulled one of them away and held it against her breasts. His eyes widened and he looked at her while he was still kissing Denise. His hand started to massage her and the arousal flowed through her. She placed her hand in between his and Denise’s bodies and felt his rippling muscles, then she moved it down and squeezed his thigh. Her fingers moved further along until they were touching his burning bulge, and with a heave she shoved Denise over and straddled him. She slid down his body and ended up between his legs. Deftly, she began to undo his belt but then Denise came back to interfere and their hands battled with each other as they fumbled to undress him.

  Eventually they managed to pull his pants down and they both felt around his boxers, moaning in satisfaction as they gripped his thick cock. Peter arched his head back as well as the two of them descend into his crotch and used their mouth, lips, and tongue to please him. His hands
came around to guide their heads. His fingers weaved through their hair as they pleasured him, each moan louder than the last. They put more and more effort into sucking him off as they tried to outperform each other. Peter tensed and was driven wild with passion. The two women looked into each other’s eyes as their lips met around his thick shaft and pushed each other on, taking him deeper and deeper until every inch of him disappeared. Knowing they couldn’t outperform each other in that particular arena they rose and sat down either side of him. He leaned to kiss them both and they both enjoyed feeling his taut muscles.

  “Let’s fuck,” he whispered. But there was one obvious problem.

  “Who’s going to go first?” Toni asked in a challenging tone. Peter offered a suggestion but both women pushed him back on the bed. They both got on their knees and leaned over him. At first they played rock paper scissors, but they found themselves evenly matched and always chose the same things, even when they tried to double bluff each other.

  “This isn’t working,” Denise said, and Toni had to admit that she was right. Again Peter offered a suggestion but the two of them glared at him, so he shut up. Toni shifted her position and placed her elbow on Peter’s abs. Denise smiled wickedly and did the same, wrapping her fingers around Toni’s hand. Peter looked on, slightly worried that things were taking an odd turn, but he tensed his stomach muscles and gave them a good platform upon which to fight. It was a strange sight; these two beautiful, naked women locked in an arm wrestle upon this equally naked man but the two of them put every ounce of their strength into the contest. It was like two titans meeting as they wrestled for supremacy. Toni buckled first…but then she recovered! Denise was shocked and Toni pressed home her advantage, putting all her strength into her arm. Beads of sweat formed and trickled down her temple. Denise’s complexion turned red as she tried to stem the tide. It seemed a hopeless cause until she managed to find some reserve of strength and pushed back, slowly. It was a matter of millimeters at first but then Denise pushed harder and Toni found herself wavering. She had a look of horror on her face as Denise turned the tides, and when Toni’s hand fell against Peter’s penis she moaned in surrender.