by Alexis Shore
“So I was thinking,” Peter swallowed back against his dry throat, wondering if he should get a drink. “We should stop all this master slave stuff, and you know, have a normal relationship.”
Twenty
It was rather depressing seeing how few cases Neve needed to pack up her life with him.
They sat there in the hallway, mocking him for his stupidity.
At least she hadn’t laughed when he suggested it. There was a definite look of concern and confusion, most of which was gone after hours of talking and more talking. He’d unburdened himself of it all, and she had listened.
She wanted to sleep on it.
So they did.
And when he awoke, she was packing. Nothing else needed to be said.
Peter never knew he could ruin something so good just by being honest. Didn’t all the self-help books say that honesty, openness and communication were the key to a successful relationship? Well, what the fuck did they know?
Bottling it up had bought day long sessions of hot sex. Talking it through had made her leave. She had the relationship she wanted, and he had torn it apart with one stupid post-coital utterance.
He should have just spanked her once and got up for a piss.
If he’d done that, she’d be in his bed now, cuddling up after another powerful fuck. Instead, her bags were sat in his hallway and she was putting on her coat.
There was no tender goodbye kiss. Just a forlorn look of regret, as the taxi driver took her bags and she stepped out to follow.
And like that, Neve was gone from his life.
He knew he would never hear from her again, let alone see her, let alone feel her kiss. Never again would she bend over for a spanking, or bow at his feet to beg for a fuck. No more would she open her mouth to receive his cock, or spread her legs and plead for it in her pussy.
Peter would even have to masturbate alone. He couldn’t remember the last time he had to do that. She was always on the other end of the phone when he needed to jack off, always ready to do as she was told until he shot his load and hung up on her, no matter what her state of arousal.
He’d spurned a fuck whore in the false belief he wanted a girlfriend.
Now he had neither.
And there was no-one else to blame but himself.
Maybe if he hadn’t enjoyed such a good time at Jay’s, he wouldn’t have had that overwhelming urge to be so honest with Neve.
How on Earth does a small gathering turn in to an all out orgy anyway?
Drugs in the drinks? Was there even a drug that turned people on like that? There was no drug in the world that would make Rachael let Mike fuck her, Peter was sure of that.
A pair of Neve’s panties were still draped over the radiator. He fingered them gently, feeling the material between his fingers. Then he picked them up and started to pull them apart in anger. But he stopped, thinking that he might enjoy using them to toss himself off in the coming days.
Was that wrong?
He shrugged. It was hot, that’s all that mattered.
Bringing them to his face, he inhaled deeply, letting the fresh aroma of fabric conditioner tease at his nostrils. Shame they didn’t smell of her sex. But the deep red material would look and feel nice wrapped tightly around his prick.
Sunday was always Neve’s favourite day to fuck. She felt like a naughty school girl “fucking on the Lord’s day”. She loved using that phrase as his cock pushed into her.
Well, that wasn’t going to happen today was it?
Peter yanked the cork out of his whisky bottle and gulped back a few mouthfuls. He coughed away the pain for a moment before the alcohol began to warm him through. She never let him drink, because she didn’t like the taste of it on his breath. Well, fuck her. He could drink as much as he wanted now.
A few more swigs.
Then a few more.
Before long he was staggering about the flat, swearing at all the places they had fucked. He wasn’t quite sure why he called the shower a cock-whore, but it felt good when he did. And the bed was definitely a bastard.
Now he couldn’t remember where he had left the whisky bottle.
Peter swung his foot at the bin, missing it completely, and took a moment to regain his balance. The world was a little more woozy than he was used to. Best sit down and let things focus a bit.
The half-empty bottle hung limply from his hand, swinging pathetically between his legs. How could life change so dramatically in one weekend?
It seemed preposterous.
Mike had dumped Neve. Sheena and Rachael had slept with everyone, while Peter had made his mind up about what he really wanted from his lover. And she disagreed. Vehemently.
But there was one common factor in all of it.
The man in 3B.
Jay had his grubby little fingers in all of these pies. Something had happened at his little party. Something insidious that had led to something sexual. And since then, people’s lives were tumbling around their ears. That wasn’t a coincidence.
Peter leaned forward and plonked the bottle down hard on to the coffee table. He liked the solid thumping noise it made. So he did it again, only this time a little more heavily. He began to wonder how satisfying it might be to break it, to smash it into large glass chunks, to destroy it with such ease.
In his mind’s eye, he saw his fist gripping around the broken neck of the bottle, its sharp jagged edges looking so menacing in his hand.
Then he realised how much mess that would make. A whisky-drenched carpet showered with dangerous shards was the last thing he needed to deal with today.
And anyway, it wasn’t his own apartment he needed to mess up.
It was 3B.
Peter pulled himself to his feet, and with concentration he convinced himself of his sobriety. It took some careful steps to get to the door, but he was sure no one would know he’d been drinking.
Out in the hallway, his indignation rose when he saw the shiny 3 and B on the black door. So much so, that when he approached it, he swung his foot hard into the wood.
That fucking hurt.
And it hardly made a noise.
Peter slammed the side of one fist into it instead; happy to hear it was much louder. So he did it again. Then again.
Then it struck it him that he had no idea why he was banging on this bloody door. “Open up you bastard,” he heard himself bellow so loudly it echoed around the vestibule a dozen times.
A door did open, but not the one he was pounding his fist into.
It was one of the one’s behind him, and a quick glance told him it was Mike’s. The other man had stepped out into the hallway to see what was going on.
“Alright Prick?” Peter asked confrontationally.
“Wanker,” Mike grunted, then joined him at the door. “What ya doin’?”
“I thought I might kick his stupid head in,” Peter admitted.
“Good plan.”
Now the two of them began to punch and kick at the solid wooden door, venting their various frustrations on to an inanimate object. Peter was vaguely aware of how ridiculous the whole thing was becoming, but the giddy light-headedness of whisky fumes somehow gave him enough cognitive dissonance to continue on nonetheless.
Another door opened.
They turned to look.
Jay was stood in the entranceway at the top of the stairs, clutching a big bag of shopping and staring at them with a questioning face.
“What?”
Epilogue
There was no clue on the envelope to appease Rachael’s churning stomach either way. Just the little logo telling her it was from the Doctor. She balled it up in her fist, and quickly headed up the stairs.
There was a slight whiff of broken eggs.
At her door, she stopped, letting her key hover at the lock, then looked at the crumpled envelope in her other hand. She didn’t want to do this alone. So she spun on her heels and crossed to Sheena’s door, hoping her friend would be home from work.
> She rang the bell and waited, staring so hard at that envelope it seemed to grow bigger in her hand, swelling up to completely dominate her view, so huge and daunting.
But when Sheena answered with a broad grin, Rachael stuffed it into her pocket and tried to forget it existed. Her friend’s smile really was a ray of sunshine, and she was about to be treated to a lot of it.
“Did the police come and see you at work?” Sheena asked with a giggle as she began to fuss about making tea.
“Yes,” Rachael almost whispered it, like a schoolgirl.
“What did you tell them?”
“Nothing really. I didn’t see any of it.”
“I think the old lady downstairs called the police.”
“What actually happened?” Rachael asked, taking her mug and hugging it to her chest.
“It was really stupid,” Sheena laughed. “I think Mike and Peter were drunk, but they were thumping and banging on Jay’s door, not knowing he wasn’t in.”
“What did they want?”
“Well, turns out Neve was sleeping with them both, and decided to leave them at the same time. For some reason, they both blamed Jay.”
“Why?”
“No idea. But anyway, Jay got back from the shops and saw them trying to beat up his door. They must have looked menacing, because he threw his shopping at them, and they started chasing him. The whole thing turned stupid, and they ended up having an egg fight on the stairs.”
Rachael giggled, enjoying the moment of mirth.
“I think they all went to the pub after that and got even more drunk.”
“Maybe they all ended up having sex back at Jay’s.” Rachael smiled.
“Ha ha, yeah, maybe. He has that effect on people.”
A brief moment of silence, with Rachael wondering what memory was going through Sheena’s mind right now. Maybe the same as hers. That moment when their lips met for the first time.
“Are you okay?” Sheena asked softly.
“I don’t know.”
“You’ve been on a different planet the past few days.”
“It’s because of this,” Rachael admitted, pulling the crumpled envelope from her pocket and tossing it on to the table with some venom.
“What is it?”
Rachael said nothing, simply staring at the impending news, sitting there so innocently. Sarcastic bastard.
“Results,” she finally admitted.
Sheena’s brow furrowed, a mix of confusion and worry. “What results?”
“Open it for me.” Rachael whispered, feeling so pathetic as she did so, but relieved she had abdicated the responsibility onto someone else. She closed her eyes, listening to Sheena tear it open and read it.
The time it took was interminable.
“You’re not pregnant.”
Rachael squealed and jumped from her seat, feeling the days of tension burst from her in a flood of relief, like a giddy child on Christmas morning. She grabbed Sheena’s hands and yanked her to her feet, so they could bounce about happily together.
Sheena smiled, with a little concern, but mostly mirth as Rachael enjoyed this moment of sweet release. She spun her friend round and gave another little yelp of joy, before wrapping her arms tightly round her and hugging. Rachael planted a soft kiss on Sheena’s cheek and beamed another smile at her friend.
Sheena smiled back.
Rachael wanted her.
More than ever now.
With some trepidation, she leaned in for another kiss, letting her mouth hover so close to Sheena’s they almost touched. She waited for Sheena to make the final journey, and when she did, their mouths locked into a soft, luscious kiss that was so delicate it may never have actually happened.
To make sure, Rachael kissed back harder now, urging her tongue into her friend’s mouth with desire, exploring the wet warmth urgently. Sheena’s hands snaked down to Rachael’s ass, cupping each cheek through her trousers and kneading at it with a soft rhythm that just made Rachael push her tongue deeper into Sheena’s mouth.
This was now more than just relief, this was delicious. Rachael ran her hands through Sheena’s hair, cupping her head and pulling her tighter onto her mouth, letting her friend push her tongue back into her mouth. Rachael sucked it, loving how that made Sheena’s nails dig in to her buttocks.
It was as if the envelope had contained all their lust, and tearing it open had set it free. Sheena broke from the kiss and pulled her blouse up over her head, throwing it away with abandon, before dropping her hands to Rachael’s head and guiding her towards the valley of her wonderful tits. The baby pink bra was so lacy it left nothing to the imagination, and the flesh of her trapped cleavage felt so cool and marble-like as Rachael stroked her tongue across it.
She grazed her nails lightly down Sheena’s naked spine, loving the little hiss of delight it solicited, before finding a swollen nipple through the lace and probing at it with her tongue. She wanted to bite it, but chose instead to suck it hard, deep into her mouth, teasing at it through the material. Sheena moaned her approval, before slipping her hands into Rachael’s trousers and cupping at her ass through her panties.
Rachael released the nipple and stroked the tip of her tongue up Sheena’s chest and neck, curling around her chin just as she popped open the clasp of the pink bra. As they returned to the passion of their kiss, Rachael felt the bra loosen between them, and wallowed in the wonderful feeling of fingers kneading at her ass through satin.
It had been so long since she had kissed a woman so wantonly. She loved the softness of their mouths’ embrace, in spite of the heated urgency of it all. Alabaster skin felt so wonderful and the way longer hair tickled at their faces was something else entirely. A dominant male kiss was always marvellous, but Rachael loved the taste of another woman more.
As their tongues lapped and danced, Sheena liberated her hands from Rachael’s trousers, slipping one under her top to tease at the small of her back, while the fingers of the other curled around Rachael’s ponytail and gently pulled at it.
Sheena obviously needed some attention paying to her tits, because she used a pull on Rachael’s hair to urge her face back down to them. The bra fell away, looping at Sheena’s elbows, revealing those perfect curves and massive nipples that begged to be sucked.
Rachael kissed at one with soft lips, coating it liberally with a glistening sheen of her own saliva, before engulfing it with her whole mouth and sucking it hard, letting it free with a loud pop. She adored the other nipple with the same luscious attention as Sheena’s hands cupped her head. Looking up with a mouthful of nipple, Rachael saw her friend looking back down at her with such lust.
She wanted to lean up and kiss her, but when she tried to move, Sheena curled her ponytail around her hand and urged her mouth back to her engorged nipple. Closing her eyes, Rachael revelled in the sensations within her mouth, loving the taste and feel of Sheena’s beautiful flesh pressing into cheek and chin.
