Susie Follows Orders

by Roger Quine

‘I think you’re kidding me,’ she said, and laid the flat of her hand along his thigh, stroking upwards, tantalisingly close.

  He shook his head. ‘N-n-n-no...’ His voice rose sharply as her hand came to rest on the front of his trousers, finding the upright shaft, thick and rigid against her palm.

  ‘I bet you know the sort of things Sophie likes,’ she said deliberately, feeling very calm as her other hand took his wrist from her waist and guided it downwards, brushing across the front of her own jeans, resting his palm against her mound. ‘I bet she likes this,’ she whispered, shuffling her feet apart and pressing her fingers over his, curling them down between her legs to rest against the moist heat radiating through the denim.

  ‘I-I-I...’ He fell silent as Susie relaxed her grip and began to unbutton her jeans. He still didn’t speak as she took his wrist again, lifted it, and pushed his hand down, slipping the fingers across the silky material of her knickers, pressing them deeper until they were suddenly searching in the humidity of her groin, pushing the wet fabric up into her body, starting a fresh flow of juices and making her legs move an involuntary inch further apart as she pressed herself gently. ‘I w-w-wouldn’t know,’ he finished.

  ‘Oh, Gary,’ she whispered, the words forced out unbidden as his fingers finally developed a life of their own and scrabbled past the elastic and inside her knickers, spreading her softness and probing deeper. ‘I think you would.’ She used her free hand to wriggle her jeans lower on her hips and make enough room inside them for him to bend his wrist and get his fingers right into her body.

  ‘N-n-nev...’ he started, attempting to deny the accusation, and as he stuttered his whole body seemed to jerk, making his fingers jump inside her in a highly arousing fashion. And it had the effect of making his erection lurch against her palm, reminding her of its size and strength and causing her warm flow to coat his fingers.

  ‘Oooh,’ he exhaled, as her fingers were busy below his waist, unzipping him in one swift movement. They wriggled through the opening, finding him hard and thick inside his boxers, which clung wetly to the rounded tip, already seeping fluid.

  Gary froze, and the stuttering stopped. Susie had his undivided attention as she squeezed her fingers gently around his shaft, searching until she found the opening in his pants and plucked him out, the sticky end slithering in her palm as she began to massage him gently. As her hips described needful little circles Gary’s hand responded to the prompting and he started to slide his fingers back and forth inside her, his movements keeping time with hers.

  She leaned forward and they kissed, and then, not wanting to break the spell, she carefully and seductively breathed, ‘So if you’ve never done anything like this together, how do you know Sophie likes being filled so much?’

  His stuttering reply was immediate and he tried to break away from her. But she held him fast with his hand trapped between her legs, and kept her grip on his erection as he bent away from her at the waist. Slowly she pulled him back towards her and as he relaxed so did she, starting to pump him very slowly once again.

  Within a few moments he returned the favour as the sensations overcame him and he couldn’t do anything but respond, pushing in and out of her, fingers slipping around in the wetness, spreading her wider, making her gasp. Waves of pleasure began spreading upwards from her groin, warm ripples of delight that made her want more, craving the absolute release of orgasm. She pressed her body against his, mouths together, one fist sliding up and down the length of his shaft as the other scrabbled frantically at the loosened waistband of her jeans, pushing them down her thighs to her knees, where she could kick them lower.

  Cold air drifted around her almost-naked bottom and she revelled in the sudden freedom, the extra movement the freedom allowed his busy hand, the extra depth his fingers reached inside her, filling her more than before, but still not enough. ‘Fill me, Gary,’ she urged into his ear, remembering her task, and pulling him closer until she could feel the bulbous round end pressed against her. ‘Fill me now.’

  She leaned back against the wall of the shelter, feeling the cold rough concrete through her T-shirt and scraping her bottom, but it didn’t matter because she could now tilt her hips for him. She pulled him to her.

  ‘Fill me now,’ she panted as he slid his fingers free and pressed his bursting helmet between her sex lips. ‘Fill me like you filled Sophie.’

  ‘I-I never,’ he spluttered. ‘She f-f-filled herself.’ He leaned his weight against her, pushing up into her opening until her hand, gripping his shaft like a collar, brought him to a halt, a throbbing inch inside her, spreading but not penetrating, frustrating both of them to the same degree. Both wanted more, but Susie needed an answer first.

  ‘Tell me,’ she demanded, and relaxed her grip a second so he could feel himself begin to slide into the heavenly wetness. Then she clamped tight again, holding him there, still desperate to be embedded in her.

  ‘I s-s-saw her. In a f-f-f-film.’ And the way his body slumped she knew he’d crossed an unspoken boundary and passed the psychological point of no return. Which was just as well because she was almost past a different point herself, and she slowly released her grip, letting him glide inch by glorious inch into her until she was full up with him, as deep as she wanted.

  ‘Fuck me, Gary,’ she said, and this time it was for her, not for Sophie, but he groaned with confused delight and despair as his prick instantly jerked and hot fluids erupted into her.

  Quickly all over he slumped heavily against her and buried his face on her shoulder, and she sensed his shame and embarrassment on two counts. Suppressing the frustrated grinding of her hips she reached down between them, holding his wet and softening shaft in her hand and squeezing it gently.

  ‘Mmmm,’ she cooed in his ear, ‘what a big boy you are.’ It was no word of a lie. Even semi-erect he was still a handful. Gary only sniffed. She squeezed and massaged, feeling him slithering against her inner thighs. ‘Tell me about the film,’ she encouraged gently. ‘Tell me,’ she said, guiding the tip of his prick between her swollen lips, masturbating him, feeling him respond, growing and thickening. ‘I won’t tell anyone, I swear.’ She stirred him in a circular motion that pleased and aroused her as much as him, giving herself tantalising glimpses of the orgasm that was still just a little too far out of reach.

  ‘It was Hugh,’ he said as she cupped one of his buttocks and urged him deeper, letting the clutching sensation of her soft flesh cocoon him. ‘He m-m-made a film of S-S-S-Sophie...’

  ‘Like this?’ she asked, gently grinding on his now fully erect cock.

  ‘N-n-no.’ He grunted as he stabbed firmly into her. ‘B-b-b-by herself.’

  ‘By herself?’ Both Susie’s hands were now clutching his buttocks, fingers digging in as she pulled him deeper.

  ‘You kn-kn-know what I mean,’ he grunted through clenched teeth, his voice muffled by her hair, each stutter matching a thrust as he began to shunt steadily in and out, sandwiching her against the uncomfortable shelter.

  ‘Touch... touching herself?’ she managed to ask, the pleasure of the risky coupling making it difficult to concentrate on her mission. ‘Masturbating, you mean?’

  ‘Yes,’ he grunted, pounding against her with ever increasing vigour.

  ‘How... how do you know...?’ Her words were punctuated as he shunted against her without compromise.

  ‘He showed me.’ Like singing or reciting poetry, the rhythm of his thrusting took away the self-consciousness of speaking, so his words were suddenly clear and precise.

  ‘You? He showed you?’

  ‘He showed all of us.’

  ‘Tell me,’ she said grimly, hanging onto him as the climax rose into her tummy.

  ‘Friday night round at his house.’

  ‘Who - who was there?’

  ‘Me, Dave, Gavin, Alan, Peter and Simon.’
r />   ‘Six - ahhh - of you...’ she gasped, her breathing ragged as she neared her climax, her breasts straining against his chest.

  ‘And Hugh,’ he said, panting with the effort as his thrusts lifted her feet almost clear of the ground.

  ‘And Sophie.’ Her words were almost a wail as she felt her climax coming.

  ‘No,’ he slowed as he felt the trembling in her body begin, ‘she didn’t - wasn’t meant to know.’

  ‘But she found out?’

  ‘Liz told her.’

  Mention of the town’s most notorious lesbian and the knowledge that she’d seen this video of her sister and no doubt attempted to sample in real life the delights she’d seen on screen made Susie’s heart sink. But her orgasm was upon her and before she could think further on the discovery she had to sink her mouth against his shoulder to smother the scream of ecstasy that would have risked bringing any late-night walkers scurrying to investigate the source.

  Chapter Four

  After Gary had told her all about it and she’d let him cram himself back into his trousers and scuttle off, still stuttering about how sorry he was, Susie was about as angry as she’d ever been in her life.

  Hugh, the smarmy bastard, had persuaded Sophie to give him a display, then secretly filmed her during moments of what she’d imagined was private love-play - and then he’d shown the video to all his mates. And also to Liz, who’d immediately told Sophie what Hugh had done - and doubtless taken great pleasure in the telling. And there was no doubt in Susie’s mind that she’d done everything to capitalise on the ‘all men are bastards’ line, with its matching corollary: ‘so get your pants off for me instead’. And there was also no doubt in Susie’s mind that the video show was the reason for Sophie’s disappearance. Well, it was understandable. Sophie had always been the shyer one of the two, and Susie could easily see why she hadn’t wanted to stay in a small town where every bloke in every pub had watched her at play with a black dildo, evidently enjoying every second of it.

  None of which helped her find Sophie, but it did give her something to do before she returned to London.

  The next evening she prepared herself as if she was going on a crucial date or an assignment for the paper: she bathed, then dressed to kill in a short and simple red dress that showed off her cleavage and breasts to perfection. Beneath it she wore nothing but the sexiest knickers she’d brought with her; tight, sheer and everything but see-through, they clung to every perfumed curve, making her look more naked than she did without them. Perfect!

  The last thing she did before leaving the house was to reload the secret video recorder in her handbag with a fresh tape and make sure the tiny lens was polished clean.

  Then she set off to find Hugh in the pub. He looked surprised to see her and a trifle nervous, Susie thought, but her friendly smile and relaxed manner soon soothed his worries, and he was happy to accept a drink and join her at a corner table. Within a short while his apprehension had vanished and with his customary bumptiousness restored, he was even brave enough to commiserate with her about Sophie’s disappearance.

  ‘It’s a mystery,’ she agreed, sipping her drink and wondering if he was looking a little bit too relaxed. ‘The police say it’s usually drugs or a boy-girl thing when young people run away, but I know it can’t be drugs.’ That wiped the smile off his face, but she wasn’t going to give in to her instincts and call him all the names she could think of before pouring his beer over his head. What she had in mind for Hugh was much worse, and in order to make it work she had to appear as friendly as she possibly could. In fact, she had to do a great deal more than that and she wasn’t looking forward to it at all, but for Sophie’s sake she’d do what had to be done.

  ‘I know Sophie was very happy - that you and she were getting on well,’ she said convincingly, letting him wriggle off the hook again. But only for a while, she promised herself. ‘The last letter she sent me was full of glowing praises for you.’ Hugh made a strangled noise in his throat, his expression telegraphing the fact that he knew nothing of any correspondence between the two sisters. It was the perfect moment to spring the trap. ‘She said things were going especially well on a personal level.’

  She wondered if she’d overdone it a bit but, as usual, Hugh’s giant ego completely obliterated his ability to discriminate between phoney friendship and the genuine adulation he believed to be his entitlement. He merely simpered acknowledgement of the compliment and moved closer to her.

  Horrid bloke, thought Susie. She remembered him very clearly from youth club, always trying to look up girls’ skirts or peer through the toilet window, and it didn’t seem much had changed.

  ‘Yes, she said you’d opened up a whole new world for her,’ she continued, adopting a husky tone she thought made her sound asthmatic but which Hugh accepted for the sultry undertone it was intended to be. She looked into his eyes and, finding no hint of embarrassment or modesty, decided it was safe to continue. ‘In fact,’ she murmured throatily, widening her eyes and licking her full lips, ‘she said she was having a brilliant time exploring her sexuality, with you as her leader.’

  ‘Yes, I suppose she was,’ he said shamelessly.

  ‘To be honest, it made me quite jealous,’ Susie continued with a giggle, pressing herself lightly against him under the table, just as she had with Gary. ‘I thought I was missing out on quite a bit.’

  Still he didn’t have the grace to show any modesty but just smirked at her, visibly swelling with self-esteem. And swelling with quite a lot more as well, thought Susie as she forced herself to wriggle closer whilst discreetly noticing the uninviting lump in his trousers.

  ‘Well, I’m glad she found the relationship so fulfilling,’ he said pointedly, wasting no time at all in placing a hand on her thigh.

  ‘Tell me,’ urged Susie, fighting the instinct to slap his face and slash off the offending hand at the wrist, ‘what made her say that? Tell me about the sort of things you did.’

  ‘Well, I thought she’d already told you.’

  ‘Yes, but letters aren’t the sort of place where girls confide that kind of detail, are they?’

  ‘No, I suppose not,’ he said, unable to keep the relief from showing in his face, ‘but it’s very personal stuff. You know... intimate. And you two are sisters...’

  ‘And very close,’ she cooed, hinting as heavily as she dared. ‘We don’t keep secrets from each other, and I know she’d tell me if she was here. But she’s not. And I just know it would sound a lot more interesting to hear it all from you, in that commanding, sexy voice Sophie said she could never resist.’

  Nor could he resist the flattery, no matter how obvious. ‘Yes, I did teach her the pleasures of obedience,’ he said, quite seriously. ‘She was very enthusiastic when we first met, but not terribly sophisticated. She needed polishing and I helped her.’

  ‘Yes, but tell me, Hugh,’ encouraged Susie, wanting him to bait the trap for himself. ‘Tell me the details.’

  ‘Are you really sure?’

  ‘Oh, go on, Hugh, girls talk about it as well as boys, you know.’ She caressed his thigh, sidling even closer to him on the bench seat. She’d never worked as well as this for the paper, but this was different. This was for family.

  ‘Well I wasn’t her first boyfriend, you know, so she’d done all the basic stuff before. I just expanded her horizons, enhancing an existing talent as well as showing the scope of what was out there,’ droned Hugh.

  ‘What did you show her?’ asked Susie breathlessly. ‘Apart from this...’ She brushed her hand lightly across the prominent lump in his trousers.

  ‘Wouldn’t you rather let me show you as well?’ he responded, and the hand which had been lying quietly on her thigh slipped up under her skirt until it came to rest high on the warm flesh of her inner thigh.

  ‘Yes, but I like hearing you talk about it, too
,’ said Susie, giving him an encouraging squeeze with her hand.

  ‘Well, I taught her how to pleasure herself properly,’ said Hugh smugly, sliding his hand even higher up Susie’s leg, until his fingertips were millimetres from the gusset of her knickers and the heat from her body.

  ‘I tried that, but she didn’t seem interested,’ she said, disappointment in her voice.

  ‘Yes, she did mention that,’ he said, the thought of one delicious girl trying to teach another delicious girl the art of masturbating making him take a mouthful of beer and gather his thoughts. ‘But I taught her to enjoy it without guilt. To be proud of her body, and how to display it.’

  Yes, except he didn’t tell her who she’d be displaying it to, thought Susie, but she said, ‘Like me, you mean?’

  ‘I didn’t know you, er...’

  ‘Oh yes, showing off is one of my favourite pastimes,’ she smouldered, and he actually leaned closer as if to kiss her. The idea was so repulsive it occupied all her attention and energy, so that she accidentally relaxed her thighs just enough to let him slip his fingertips down between to press against her through the delicate underwear and feel the slippery wetness within. Hugh couldn’t know it was anxiety that had dampened her gusset; he clearly thought she was turned on by his charm - which was fine, since it was part of the plan.

  ‘So, er, why don’t you come back to the flat and show me what you mean?’ he asked, too casually to be as cool as he thought he was.

  Resisting the strong impulse to tear herself away from him, Susie sat still, careful not to open her thighs any wider. ‘Okay,’ she agreed, knowing someone so self-centred would never wonder why she complied so easily with what was, after all, a pretty outrageous proposition.

  They finished their drinks and Hugh drove them back to his flat, pushing his hand up her skirt the whole way. Rather than make him suspicious when she was so close to success, she opened her legs just wide enough for his fingertips to brush against her gusset and feel the damp heat of arousal. It was enough to keep him interested, and as soon as they were in the front door he tried to kiss her, but she twisted away.