Let's Swing

by Piquette Fontaine

  “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 them 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, b
ut 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.

  Denise made no hesitation in pushing her off and sliding Peter inside her. She started rocking violently, riding Peter like a bucking bronco, moaning and screaming his name. Her neck arched back as she rode him, and Toni crawled over Peter, trying to get his attention with kisses. She felt the powerful thrusts as their bodies rocked and she positioned herself so that her legs were wrapped around Denise. She then used her strength to flip her away, and Denise fell off the bed. Toni quickly got on his erection and turned her back to him. His hands spanked her ass as she rode him, she put all her energy, everything she had learned into practice as she fucked him. His breathing became more rapid and his grip tightened on her toned ass, his hard erection was deep inside her and she could feel his whole body tense as orgasmic energy surged through him.

  “Oh yes, OH YES!” he screamed. Toni looked down at Denise, who was still on the floor, and she smiled with glee as she felt Peter release himself within her. Denise beat her fist on the floor. Toni had won. Finally, she had won.

  The End

  Bed, Breakfast And Beyond

  Chapter 1

  We were laughing cordially, in the manner of the good hosts that we were seeing guests out, as slowly we closed the front door of our home, waiting until we heard the sound of the ignition rumbling on, and the tires crunching along the pavement until the two of us dropped our more professional demeanors, and permitted ourselves to speak our minds freely.

  Fortunately, this had been one of those encounters that left us with very little bad to say about our guests upon their departure, and the only bad taste in our mouths was one of the very best sort.

  I thought my husband and I were on the same page as far as our reaction to our guests was concerned, but just to make sure I waded in carefully, “They were a pretty fun couple... Weren't they?”

  He smiled at me, and confirmed, casually, “They were.”

  I smiled, sighing, and I allowed myself to be wrapped up in his arms, the two of us always disbelieving with regards to the magical life we'd built up around ourselves by the time our guest's stays reached their conclusions. Derrick leaned in and kissed me, and I kissed him in return, putting my tongue lightly into his mouth, enjoying this brief return to our more private intimacy, even though that which had come before it had hardly been lacking in terms of spice or desire.

  Our kiss didn't last especially long, though, as I found it was making me horny all over again as I slowly slipped my lips back away from his, peering up at him with bedroom eyes that were almost redundant at this point. “Let's hope that the Joneses make their way back in our direction someday very, very soon...” I whispered.

  He smiled, as though in agreement with me, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he leaned in, pecking my mouth with another quick, gentle kiss, and he said, a little bit distantly, “I'm gonna go look for the mouth wash...”

  I smiled at him, thinking, as I watched him turn to go, and then, after a moment or so, I chimed, “me too,” and continued along in his weight.

  The narrow stairs of our home creaked as we made our way up to the second story, me just a few paces behind my husband, trying to get into his head and figure out what he might be thinking, but my warm lightheartedness following the morning we'd had with the Joneses making me forget largely about his opinion.

  I strangely loved the fact that these stairs creaked... In fact, there were several similar quirks about this house that I very much savored, and which, as far as I was concerned, had been a rather significant selling point as far as our selection of this particular home for our business had been concerned.

  There was just something... I don't know, exactly... Extremely quaint, cozy, about the condition that our house was in, at least as far as I was concerned and, judging by the positive reviews our Bed and Breakfast had almost universally through online listings, the customers didn't all that much begrudge our home its many special quirks, either. Though of course, I'm sure there might have been a few other contributing factors to why our business proved eve
ry bit as well received as it was...

  At any rate, it wasn't like the place was worn down or rickety to any real degree. It was just, sort of, I guess “old-fashioned,” “rustic,” “antique...” And for me, those were all qualities that the home of a good Bed and Breakfast should possess.

  My husband and I lived on the first floor, sleeping in what might normally be considered a guest bedroom, while our upstairs we rented out to individuals or couples, generally on weekends, treating them to a luxurious stay with a number of benefits, which I'll get into in further detail with very, very shortly...

  Derrick and I crested the top of the stairs, and my husband continued absently onward toward the bathroom, apparently eager to refresh his palette as quickly as was humanly possible, and once again, I wondered vaguely whether there might be something more going on beneath his surface, which I, as his wife, had regrettably failed to understand.

  But again, I grew too distracted to worry about it in that particular moment, stopped as I was outside the bedroom of our guests, in which I myself had been within an hour's time. I now wanted to inspect the damage done, and I peered slowly into the vicinity as I heard my husband opening and closing the door to the bathroom further on.

  It looked like the bedroom equivalent of a war zone in there, I saw, much to my bemusement, and a pretty red smile came creasing up across my lips at the sight of it. The king size bed's cozy quilt was all torn from the bed, slumping on the floor with the corners still clinging on for dear life to the boxspring. The sweat soaked sheets were all twisted and mussed, and the fitted sheet at the very bottom had come slipping out of place in one corner.

  It was an absolute mess, but I smiled at the still fresh memory of the rampage that had led to such a thorough unraveling- and the thought of it easily made up for the work that cleaning up the aftermath was sure to entail...