‘You are being insulting Molly. We all learned a huge lesson from that and we are different guys now. We would never do anything like that again. We didn’t realise the repercussions would be so awful. We’ve changed, we’re decent. But hey, if I hear anything then of course I will get hold of you immediately.’
I believed him.
I told Clare that I believed him and by the look on her face, she believed him too. She was also really unhappy about being called plain and dumpy.
‘Clare,’ I will stay with you tonight. ‘Let me just go home, tell Nicola what has happened and then I’ll be back to keep you company. I can see you need a friend.’
Clare was so grateful that she was holding me, clinging to me, a little too hard. I didn’t really like this, I have to say. I quite like a bit of space and I feel a bit desperate when people rely on me to help. What good could I possibly do here?
I went home to Nicola. All I wanted to do was crawl up in the bed next to her and snuggle. She was sleeping like a baby. But I needed to tell her what was going on and so I woke her gently.
She looked beautiful. She had that sleepy and sexy hair and look on her face that made me think - she wants me to kiss her. She wants me to have sex with her. She wants me to pick up that dildo again.
But I had another kind of work to do.
Except - Nicola reached out for me and drew me towards her. She smelled of sleep and sex, exactly as I liked her to smell.
We kissed, a long soft slow kiss.
Suddenly I forgot all about Clare and I totally forgot that Mark was missing. Or that I had been aroused by Sean just a few minutes ago.
I kissed her back. And then I slowly stepped out of my clothes, moving my hips just a little, my nipples standing straight out and at attention. They were hard, begging to be touched. I felt between my own legs and it felt like I had already come, I was so soaking wet.
How was it possible that she could do this to me so quickly?
She could. She had in the meantime slipped out of her nightgown and was also naked. I lay on top of her, our bodies touching in their nakedness, our breasts pushing against each others, our thighs on top of each other’s, our pussies pushed hard together.
We held each other, we grinded our hips, we kissed, we touched and then we used our hands. My hands went in between her legs and her hands came between mine. We fingered and felt and found each other’s wetness and clitoris and g-spot and we came, and we came, and we came again and again.
Holy shit.
All thoughts of Sean or of any men were erased from my mind. Completely. I think this may have meant I was a terrible person as I had forgotten all bout Clare and her distress too.
But she was plain and dowdy and suddenly I thought this was not a big deal at all. Mark had probably needed to get away from her, he had not been kidnapped or abducted or tortured or any of those terrible things that I had thought. He had probably had a bit too much to drink, found another woman and had some pretty hot sex. And just hadn’t come home.
I sent Clare a text.
‘Clare, honey. I am not going to come back. I am sorry, I know that I promised I would. But I’ve been chatting to Nicola and we both think that you may well be over reacting. Mark will turn up tomorrow. Get some sleep and we will chat in the morning.’
And I lay back down again next to Nicola. And again her fingers reached for my thighs and reached in and felt my wetness.
And i orgasmed again. And again.
Life was good. Even with it’s bits of drama.
Chapter Two
What did happen to Mark?
I felt a little guilty the next morning. I had listened to the news and there was nothing there. Mark had not been found. I walked over to Clare. She had been sleeping and I woke her. She looked terrible.
‘You haven’t heard anything?’ I asked her.
I was not really expecting the answer.
You are a fucking bitch Molly. You promised me you would come back. What kind of friend are you exactly? Not a very nice one, I can tell you that much. You think just because you have become an IT girl that you can treat people badly. Well let me tell you that that is total bullshit. I needed you last night and you promised you would be here. Mark is not just my boyfriend, he is your best friend. I don't understand you at all. He was there for you all the way through your disaster, he protected you, he supported you, he got beaten up for you. And look what you do in return? I can see what you do, you go home and you fuck your girlfriend. Well, you should be ashamed of yourself.’
Wow, that was quite a lecture I got, a real tirade, a one woman monologue berating me for my behaviour. But perhaps she had a good point.
And you know what. Clare was right. I had behaved despicably. How had sex suddenly become more important then my friends? I was not sure that apologising would help.
Especially because at that very moment somebody walked through the door.
And that somebody was Mark! Looking like a total mess, but not like he was in trouble or anything.
Oh my jolly goodness me, Clare went wild. She raced up to him, hugged him hard so hard it was like she was never going to let him go. ‘Where have you been?’ she begged him, ‘Oh thank goodness you are back, thank goodness, thank goodness, darling are you okay, what happened what where please tell me I have been completely worried sick.’
I just quietly watched from the sidelines. Mark looked like he had been on a total bender. He did not look like he had been tied up and escaped. He looked like he had just got motherless totally drunk.
‘Clare. What were you thinking going to the police and the press like that? I disappeared for one night for goodness sake, not even a night. What made you think this was such a big deal?
Clare took a step back from him, suddenly realising that he had gone on purpose.
Mark had gone on purpose. He had been on a one night bender, on a one night stand, he had rebelled although I wasn't quite sure what he was rebelling against. This was so unlike him.
I suddenly thought of my phone call to Sean and how he had been right all along. Mark had wanted to get away from plain, dumpy Clare, even if just for a night.
Clare looked crushed and completely shattered.
‘I had better call the police,’ she said. ‘And the press. They will need to tell the public that you have been found.’
‘Why don’t you let Mark do that?’ I suggested. ‘He put you through hell by disappearing for a night. How about you let him take the consequences for that behaviour.’
Mark looked at me like it was his first time seeing me.
‘What are you doing here Molly. I haven't seen you in ages. Typical you, to turn up only when you think it’s a crisis.’
Again, what the hell had I become involved in.
I started to explain.
“Clare asked me to help her, to keep her company. She was stressed like you cannot believe. I came because I was worried about you, I thought something may have happened to you, I owed it to you to come and help, I thought maybe it was the IT Guys, that same gang who were so awful a few months ago, you know, Sean and Lenny and…’
Mark interrupted me.
‘I know all about that Molly. For goodness sake you two. I went out. I got drunk. I didn’t disappear. Nothing happened. And Clare, please stop behaving like my mother, please, we are not married, we…’
Clare was beckoning for him to get out.
Not beckoning she was screaming at him to get out. She was completely and utterly humiliated. I understood that. Sean had humiliated me before; I knew what it felt like to be let down, made a fool of, especially publicly. And Clare had made Mark’s disappearance very public.
‘Get out, you fool, you idiot. I don't know how I could have been so stupid. Get out, out..’
Except instead of Mark leaving, somebody new had walked in. A woman, a young blonde very sluttish woman. She was wearing a tight denim skirt, high red heels and looked like - well, she looked like a slut. It was earl
y morning and her lipstick was dark red, her heels were ridiculous and the realisation hit us both.
Mark had spent the night with her.
And she was still with him. Although she also looked very out of it with alcohol on her breath, torn stockings, lipstick smears on her cheeks and very messy hair. She also had sex hair, real sex hair!
Things went a little wild between Clare, Mark and the well, woman who I didn’t know the name of. I felt it was time for me to escape and so I quietly exited the room.
I did not go home to Nicola though. I had to sort out my own feelings.
I walked a few blocks, all the time asking myself what the hell I was dong and why I was doing it, but I kept walking. And then, holy cow and goodness me but before I knew what I was doing I was outside Sean’s apartment block.
This was crazy, this was insane, this didn’t make any sense at all. But I felt I had this deep need to apologise to him, for accusing him of abducting Mark. I now realised how completely ridiculous and insane that was and I was totally guilt ridden.
Also, of course and I hate to admit this, I kept thinking how aroused I had been just by his voice. Even though he had been so off on the phone and so cross with me.
The truth was that I wanted to apologise to him for suspecting him but I also wanted to fuck him. I really wanted to fuck him. I only wanted to fuck him.
And so I rang the doorbell to his apartment. It was still pretty early in the morning and I thought he would be home. I am not sure why I thought this or why I cared or why I was even doing this. but I was.
While I waited for him to answer I could feel my body responding to what I thought might happen with him. My breasts were aching and my pussy was aching even more. I could feel the wetness between my legs and I knew that I wanted his cock inside me. I wanted it quickly. I did not want him to waste any time, I wanted to walk into the apartment and have him push me against the wall. I wanted him to hoist my dress up and over my waist and to pick me up. I wanted to wrap my legs around him while he unzipped his jeans and his huge hard cock jumped out. I wanted him to put that cock straight in me, to plunge himself in to me, hard and deep. I wanted him to fuck me like I had never been fucked before. I wanted him to keep fucking me, harder and harder, deeper and deeper, until I was writhing in both ecstasy and agony, until I kept coming and coming, until he came, hard and deep inside me. And then I wanted to unwrap my legs from around him, pull my underwear up and pull my skirt down, and go to his kitchen. And then I wanted him to fuck me, all over again, as hard, as deep, as wild as the first time.
It’s incredible how you can have a fantasy in such a short time because it only took a minute or so for him to actually open the door. He answered on the intercome.
‘Yeah, who is it, it’s early.’
I hesitated for just a minute.
‘Hey Sean, it’s me, Molly. I know this is unexpected but uh, will you let me in please.’
I was breathless from my fantasy but he didn’t know that.
‘Molly, if you’ve come here to see if I am hiding Mark in a cupboard then please, please just go away. I told you last night, I do not have him, I don’t know where he is, I do not really care where he is, I have no interest in him, or his silly girlfriend, or to be honest, in you either. You fucked me up Molly…’
I interrupted him, as quickly as I could.
‘It’s not about Mark, Sean. I’m here for another reason, a completely different reason.’
He was silent for a few seconds.
‘What?’ he asked.
And I didn’t hesitate.
‘ I want to fuck you,’ I said.
Again, he was silent for a few seconds. And then he pushed the buzzer and the door opened for me and I walked in. I had to walk up a flight of stairs and while I walked I was unbuttoning my shirt. My tits were aching to get out.
He was waiting for me at the door. So much for my fantasy of him unzipping his jeans and his cock jumping out. He was in a bathrobe. And he had absolutely nothing underneath.
But his cock was most definitely standing to attention. I could see the outline underneath his robe. My shirt was almost off and my skirt was unzipped. I dropped my skirt to the floor and I took off my shirt. I was in my underwear.
I walked towards him and got down on my knees.
Oh my gosh. I reached into his robe and took his cock out. With my hands. With my tongue. With my mouth.
And then I began sucking it. I licked it, I opened my mouth and I put it inside me, I tasted him, I licked and I sucked and he grew bigger and bigger until he filled my whole mouth. His cock was at the back of my mouth, my throat, so huge and so hard and so strong. I kept sucking and licking and sucking and oh god I was on my hands and my knees and he was leaning against the wall, pure heaven, in his robe, his hard huge throbbing cock in my mouth, my wet delicious mouth, his semen, his come, everywhere, dripping down my chin, my neck, oh my fucking goodness it was the best blow job I have ever given.
And it turned me on even more than it turned him on, if that is even possible. I was so horny, so incredibly wet, so desperate to have him inside me. He had come in my mouth but as I touched his cock he was hard again. I don’t know many men who can do that, but then I suppose I do not know many men. I also realised how much I had missed cock with Nicola. I guess that was why we used a dildo. Perhaps we both missed cock.
Sean fucked me with his cock. He went inside me, feeling my wetness, my tightness, my legs wrapped around him. He fucked me from all positions. He was on top of me, behind me, underneath me, alongside me. He fucked me, his huge cock filling me, filling my pussy, so good, so fucking fucking good.
I wanted more of him. I just could not get enough. And it appears that neither could he. He went down on me, he opened my legs, spread my thighs, spread the lips of my pussy and went in with his mouth. I have never experienced that level of orgasm before, ever. He licked and he sucked, he tasted me and he teased me, he found my clit and he circled it and he kissed it and he fucked it hard hard hard with his tongue.
I came like a train, I came so hard and so wet, and he came at the same time. Over and over and over, I have never had so many orgasms in my life. His carpet was wet, his sheets were wet, and I was wet too. Everywhere. We were both soaked, a mess and a mix of sweat and come and spit and it was so fucking good.
I have never fucked like that before.
Sean had not asked any questions. Finally, when we were done, and remember none of this was in my fantasy, I did put my skirt back on and I buttoned up my shirt again. And we did go into his kitchen and put the kettle on and make some tea. And then we drank our tea and then we started all over again. This time it was my fantasy. Skirt falling off, shirt off, his huge cock coming out of his jeans, fucking me, deep, dark, rough, touch, me yelling and crying for more, him pounding away at me, fucking me, fucking me just the way I liked it, all the way in, hard, deep and me crying out for more. Please please, fuck me more.
We didn’t talk in all this time. We never said we had missed each other, we never apologised for the huge catastrophic disaster that had happened just a few months ago and we certainly never mentioned a camera or Instagram.
We just fucked each other. The way we liked to do it.
Chapter Three
What Happened to Nicola
You can imagine that I was in one huge big very tricky predicament. I had been with Sean. He had photographed me naked and plastered me all over social media. I had left him. Nicola had helped me leave him and exact revenge. I had exacted revenge. Along the way I had fallen in love, or perhaps lust, with Nicola. We had moved in together. We liked each other a lot. Maybe even loved each other. Mark was a mutual friend. He had helped me get my back on Sean. He too was a friend of Nicola. He had met Clare. I quite liked Clare. But not that much. Mark had disappeared. I accused Sean. It wasn’t him. I had fucked Sean who if you remember was the guy who had fucked me over in the very beginning.
And now I had to tell Nicola. And Mark. And
Clare.
Or did I? Could I be that woman, that young woman, who had an affair. Could I stay with Nicola, because I really really liked her and I really really liked the sex. And then could I see Sean on the side? Could I just ignore Mark anyway because he had his own shit to sort out with his girlfriend and his slut. Could I just do what suited me, for once, without worrying about everybody else.
Sean seemed pretty happy to have me back in his life. Although, I am not sure what back in his life meant. He had been delighted to have great sex with me, and it really was great sex. But I wasn’t sure what this meant for us.
‘Molly, it doesn't have to mean anything yet. Stop agonising. Let’s take everything one step at a time. Go home to Nicola. Let’s go day by day, you don't have to sort everything out today. Let’s not rush anything, let’s not tell anyone or make this a big deal. Let’s just go with the flow, see what happens, see where this leads us.’
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