"Yes," I moaned, "Again, please."
He did it again, pulling out until just the tip of his head stayed inside, and slammed home quickly once again. I wiggled my hips, pressing against him, begging for more. He placed my legs on his shoulders, and grabbed my wrists, holding them tight down by my hips as he started driving himself into me. With my hands pinned this way, the only thing I could move was my hips and feet. I used his shoulders as leverage and met him thrust for thrust.
He looked over for the first time at the TV, and I followed his gaze. The man on the TV was on his back, one woman riding him cowgirl style, and the other one sitting on his face. "We did that, remember?" Caleb asked, looking back at me. "On our what? Third visit to That Other Club? Our first time in the back room. On that couch, you riding me, while that lady pressed herself against my face on the arm of the couch, before her guy took her from behind. You are so hot, who else gets to act out porn? Who else gets to watch porn, while fucking his hot girlfriend, and say 'we did that'?"
I smiled at him, and managed to release one of my hands from his grip. In answer, I licked my fingers, and ran them over my nipple as it bounced from Caleb's thrusts. I squeezed my own breast, and with Caleb's full attention, I slid my hand down my stomach and slid it between us. I alternated between playing with my own clit as Caleb watched, pounding into me, and sliding my fingers further between us, feeling Caleb's cock slide back and forth between my fingers as I squeezed them together around him.
He groaned loudly, and leaned forward over me, playing with one breast in each of his hands, squishing them with his weight as he drove into me. He stopped thrusting, pulled out of me and growled, "Turn over."
I scrambled onto my knees and backed up to him, still standing at the edge of the bed. I expected to feel him fill me again, but instead I squealed at the surprise of his tongue. He placed one hand on each butt cheek, and squeezed them as his tongue plunged and sucked me again. I was on all fours, but I dropped from my hands to my elbows, arching better against his mouth. Every now and then, one hand would release my butt just long enough to smack it loudly.
I looked sideways around my arm and watched the screen as the two girls on TV were kissing each other. One was on her back, and the other was lying on top of her, straddling her, and they were kissing each other's mouths and breasts as the guy alternated between fucking the one on bottom missionary style, and fucking the one on top doggie style. A few strokes in one, then he would pull out and switch, a few strokes in the other. His hands ran all over both of their bodies, the back side of the one on top, up to her breasts, hanging on as he thrust into the other one, then his hands switched, one hand on each girl's breast, as they were squished together from his weight above the both of them. I watched him pound these two, feeling Caleb's tongue inside me, as he smacked me every now and then.
I pressed myself back against Caleb, watching the screen, and said, "I need you inside me, fill me. Fuck me please, fuck me."
And he did, he thrust quickly into me, and I slid my hand down to my clit, rubbing myself while watching the TV and feeling Caleb fill me, again and again. I came quickly, with all the stimulation, and heard Caleb scream out his own release a minute later. He collapsed on top of me, his chest on my back, pinning me to the bed.
I feel small, tired kisses on my neck as he begins to recover enough to move. We climb under the covers, and he turns the TV off by remote and pulls me close to him, curled up against his chest. As I begin to fall asleep sated in his arms, I smile at the memory of our fun and relaxing day. Just as I drift off, remembering, my brain comes across the dark empty spot in my memories again, and I fall asleep slightly off kilter and unsettled.
My dreams are troubled, shadows of figures dance just out of my reach. I wander through a maze of smoky mirrors, in a carnival fun house. Instead of creepy carnival music playing overhead, I hear the groaning, grunting sounds of sex. I see fleeting figures of naked flesh as I run, searching the mirrors for something. Looking into each mirror, I realize what I am searching for. I am desperately looking for a glimpse of myself, seeing only emptiness where my reflection should be.
Chapter 30
Recognition From The Deep End
The week passed slowly, dragging on for some reason. I enjoyed my conversations with Caleb on the phone, and work went relatively smoothly as well, so I wasn't sure why this week seemed like two. Maybe because I was looking forward to the weekend so much. Friday was the last day of June, so technically it was a holiday weekend. The fourth of July wouldn't actually be until Tuesday, but it was still the Fourth of July weekend coming up. The Fourth had always been one of my favorite holidays. I loved what it stood for- an anniversary of America's Independence. I also loved the pageantry that went with it, parades, picnics and fireworks.
Once Caleb found out he wasn't on the overtime list for the weekend, and would have his full weekend off as usual, we knew we were free to make plans. He said that meant he would be working Labor Day weekend for sure, even if he was still on days then, but that seemed so far away that the only thing that mattered was this weekend.
We figured we would do the Friday night thing as usual, but Saturday we would drive down to the river and join the crowds tubing the river in big, solid-bottomed inner tubes. We would spend Saturday and Sunday nights in a hotel and come back up Monday evening, since he used a vacation day to get a three day weekend.
Yep, my anticipation for the weekend must be why the week dragged on forever. It probably didn't have anything to do with the fact that I was tired this week. I hadn't been sleeping all that well.
Friday night came around finally, and we met his friends for dinner before we went dancing. I was glad we were, we hadn't done that lately, and I'd been missing it. Jean and Robert had broken up already, so Robert didn't join us. Jean brought a friend from work instead, a lady named Brenda. They introduced me to Brenda, saying she didn't get out much. She laughed at that, and explained that she was a single mom, and her daughter only went to her dad's house occasionally because of his work schedule. She joined Jean when she could, but it wasn't very often. Everyone else had met Brenda at least once or twice before, so there were a lot of 'It has been too longs' as everyone got reacquainted over appetizers.
I was glad Brenda was joining us at the bar, she seemed like a lot of fun. She brought out a fun side of Jean as well. Jean seemed to be more relaxed now that she didn’t have to entertain quiet Robert. Jean didn't seem like she was watching over Caleb any more either, I guess I passed some test cause she seemed considerably more friendly the longer I knew her.
We made it to the bar early enough to get a good table. We pushed two little ones together to make a big one, and said hello to the married couple at the table beside us. They were kind enough to donate their extra chairs to us.
The bar filled up quickly, and I saw Kate on the dance floor. I hadn't talked to her since last weekend, and planned on going over there later to say hi and to find out her take on my behavior during what I had begun referring to as 'My Lost Night.'
Maria and Mark were already on the dance floor, and Jean and Brenda were off in search of drinks and available men. Caleb and I were sitting alone, visiting at our table and we struck up a conversation with the couple sitting beside us.
We introduced ourselves all around and made some loud small talk. They seemed nice, in an enthusiastic way, but it was weird because they kept looking at us funny, as if they were waiting for us to say something. Finally he, Matt, said, "I think we know you guys, do you remember us?"
I didn't, but Caleb said, "You do look sort of familiar."
Matt said, "Do you ever go to That Other Club?"
Oh god, my stomach dropped, but I planted a smile on my face anyway. Shit, were they one of the couples from last weekend? Oh, fuck. Did I eat her out? Is she the one that said I was the best she'd ever had? Oh fuck, oh fuck, now what?
Matt continued on, saying, "We don't get out there much, it has been about a month for us."
He looked at me at that point and asked, "You guys were there, right? You had on this long black nightgown my wife was drooling over."
His wife, Lauren, said, "That was you, right? Where did you get that gown?"
I was still shocked, trying to breathe through the flood of relief as I realized she wasn't the woman from last weekend.
I guess I looked like I felt, cause Matt said, "We waited to ask when you were alone, we know not everyone is open about that bar, I didn't mean to embarrass you."
"No, that's OK, sorry. You surprised me that's all. Yeah, that was us. Um, the gown. Oh, yeah, I got it at that stripper store downtown." I stumbled through, regaining my footing. Thankfully Caleb took over, saying, "Oh, yeah, now I remember you. You were sitting under the DJ booth, you were kind of off by yourselves."
Lauren jumped in, saying, "Yes, that was us. None of our friends made it here that night, so we went there instead and turned it into more of a date night than a party with friends night."
We visited a few more minutes, talking mainly about the bar. They asked if we went there often. I couldn't bring myself to say we had been going every weekend since that night, but instead said, "That was actually our first time. To that one, or any of those bars, actually. It was quite an adventure."
"Oh, wow." That started a whole ten minutes of hearing about their first time. I tried to listen, but I was so thrown off at having been recognized, I could only smile and nod. Up until now, those worlds remained separate for me. This was the first time the two worlds collided, and I wasn't enjoying it. Kate and Michael knowing was one thing, but these strangers recognizing us was jarring. Especially when I didn't remember them at all. Caleb obviously did, but I had no clue. 'Seems to be a reoccurring theme,' I thought, distracted.
If they hadn't said anything I would have spent all night partying beside them, never knowing they recognized me from there. It was unsettling. I was extremely grateful they hadn't been there last weekend. As soon as there was a decent sized lull in their conversation, I grabbed Caleb and asked him to dance.
"Small world, huh?" Caleb asked as we danced.
"Something like that."
"Are you alright?" He asked, looking down at me. My tone caught his attention.
"Yeah, I guess, it's just unnerving. That's the first time our interactive porn recognized us outside of there. It was kind of creepy."
He laughed at my description of them as our interactive porn, but he said, "At least they seem nice. Normal."
"Whatever, all I could think was 'Oh, shit, is she the lady I ate out?' It is hard having no memory of that night."
"Oh no, the lady you ate was younger, and a brunette, and thinner. She wasn't married either."
"So not helping, you knowing all these things I don't."
"Sorry, babe. Do you want to skip it tonight? We hadn't really talked about it. I just assumed we would go there tonight, as usual. If you don't want to we could always tell Kate that we were driving down to the river early, so we didn't want to stay up that late. Have you talked to Kate?"
"No, but that was my plan for after this dance. I saw her earlier."
"Is that what you want? To skip That Other Club?"
"I don't know yet. I'll think about it, OK?"
"OK, let me know, I am fine either way."
After we danced, I went in search of Kate, nervous as hell.
I found her at her table, with Michael standing beside her. I hugged her, and she said, "Boy, you jumped right into the deep end last week, didn't you? No taking it slow for you."
"Hello to you, too." I said, with a nervous laugh.
"I bet you guys had a lot to talk about this week." Michael added his two cents.
"More than you even know." I answered.
"Did you have fun?" That was Kate.
"I don't know. That's the whole problem."
"How so?" That was Michael. They seemed to be working in tandem tonight.
"I don't remember any of it. Nothing. Caleb filled me in, but I have no memory after walking into that room and sitting on that couch."
"Oh shit, are you serious? How much did you drink?"
"Enough, I guess. I have a small flash of people above me, then of being in the bathroom right before we left. Caleb said I thought his hamper in the closet was his toilet in the bathroom. Thankfully I didn't actually throw up, just scared the shit out of him that I would. That's it. That's all I've got."
"Wow, you totally blacked out? You seemed fine. I never would have guessed you were that drunk or I would have kept a better eye on you, I'm so sorry." That's why I loved Kate. She really would have. She wouldn't have let anyone near me if she had known.
"Blacked out or blocked it out, I'm not sure. Either way it's the same result."
"Blocked it out? Was it that bad? What all did Caleb say happened?"
"A lot. What all did you guys see?"
"Not much. We peeked in on you once or twice, but we didn't watch. We knew you had Caleb with you, so we really didn't worry about you. The one time we peeked though, you were all in one big pile. Couldn't really tell who was who."
"I don't remember that. A flash of people above me is all I have of that part. Caleb said before all that, I was going down on some lady in there. Said I threw myself in there like I knew what I was doing. I don't remember that either. That just doesn't sound like me."
"Wow, honey. Are you OK?"
"Yeah, not having a memory of it makes it seem more like a story I heard. Not even a show I watched, since I have no visual memory. It's like a story that happened to someone else. Doesn't seem real."
"Are you going tonight?"
"Caleb just asked me that. He said either way is fine. I told him I wasn't sure, but I think I will go. I'm curious to see if being back there brings back any memories."
* * * *
It didn't. I walked around the club, nervously waiting for the memories to come flooding back, but nothing happened. I sipped on my drink, holding it in front of me like a shield. I didn't know who in here had been a part of last week. I asked Caleb to tell me if he saw either of the couples in here tonight, he promised he would. When we first arrived, I went into the back room, and sat on the couch, hoping to remember something. Nothing came; I was as blank as I had been all week.
I danced a few dances with Caleb, and a few fast ones with Kate, but for the most part I stayed at our table, sitting down, not getting drunk. I didn't even get in the shadow box this time. I watched people a lot, wondering if any of them knew what I had done. No one really paid me any attention, and I was glad for that. We did get some ribbing from the people that were always at Kate's table, but it seemed like everyone knew generally what happened, but hadn't watched. Like Kate said, they peeked in there like everyone does, but they hadn't blatantly watched either. I guess there is a little bit of privacy given to those who go into the back room.
At one point, Caleb struck up a conversation with a couple up at the snack bar. He introduced me to them, and I tried to be social. Mainly I stood by, nodding as Caleb spoke with the woman. Her boyfriend hung back as well, watching. She said something like, "We should get together, that could be fun." I nodded vaguely and said, "Yeah, fun."
Soon we were back at our table, listening to Michael tell a story. As I listened, my attention was pulled to the table behind him. A group of people were talking at that table too, all three women were topless, but had on little skirts. As they all spoke with each other, I could see one couple having a bit more fun. His topless lady was sitting on his lap, facing away from him and toward the group. During their conversation, his hand was wandering under her skirt. He was fingering her as they all sat and talked. Her legs kept opening wider and wider as she got more into it, her skirt rising high up her thighs. She started to lean back against his chest as his free hand started playing with her breast. I elbowed Caleb to show him. We watched them as we listened to the end of Michael's story. The couple soon excused themselves, and he led her by the hand into the back r
oom, and the others laughed, shouting harassments at them as they walked away.
One lady got up on the stripper pole, but she really shouldn't have. She was a bit on the larger size, not fat, but too big to try to hold onto the pole with her legs and spin. She promptly fell on her ass, and fell over laughing.
We left the club earlier than we usually did, using tomorrow's drive as an excuse. It was fine by me. I wasn't in the mood tonight anyway.
* * * *
The drive down to the river was pleasant. The scenery was beautiful and the company was comfortable. We slowly worked our way down, in no particular hurry. We stopped and ate in a bustling little tourist town, and walked along the square window shopping. We checked into our hotel, freshened up and went to dinner.
The following day was a portrait of relaxation. It was already hot at 10 am, when we parked in one of the many rafting business parking lots. We rented three tubes, two to ride in and one to float our cooler on. We brought bungees and were able to bungee the three tubes together so we could float without worrying about staying together in the rapids and the crowds. We put the tubes into the water and climbed in, knowing we could float all day, and could get out at marked places along the river to catch a bus back to our car.
Most holiday weekends were crowded, and this one was no exception. The river was thick with tubes, some big groups made large, floating islands out of their tubes with their bungees. Along the way there were places where you could climb the bank, grab a rope, and swing back out over the river, dropping back down into the water.
We didn't swing, no pun intended. We were content to float. The sun beat down on us, making warm taffy out of our muscles, and the river water was ice-cold underneath us. Every now and then we would pull a drink or a snack out of the cooler. Alcohol was allowed, just no glass containers. They were serious about that part. Stationed occasionally in increments down the river were police officers, standing in the river wearing their hip-waders, checking coolers for glass bottles. Most people put their liquor into empty water bottles or made Jell-O shots in little plastic, lidded containers. You could get drunker than a skunk if you wanted, but with all the almost naked bodies and bare feet, no glass was allowed in the river.
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