Club Fantasy

by Joan Elizabeth Lloyd

  “Can I rummage?”

  “Anytime you want. And whatever you want for your sitting room, or anywhere else for that matter, use with Aunt Elise’s blessing.”

  About a week later Jenna used her sitting room for the first time. She and Toby had had a second sexually charged dinner with a kiss as they parted that, as Chloe would have put it, curled her toes. The previous evening they had talked on the phone, a teasing conversation peppered with double-entendres and innuendoes. It had become clear to her that, after dinner that evening, she’d be dessert. Why the hell not, she told herself when she started to have second and third thoughts. Why the hell not! They were adults and could indulge in adult pleasures if they wanted to.

  Toby picked her up at the house and they went to a trendy East-Side restaurant that specialized in what they called nouvelle fusion cuisine, whatever that meant. Knowing what was to follow, Jenna found it difficult to eat her appetizer, some concoction of crab and kiwi fruit, washing most mouthfuls down with sauvignon blanc. She was concentrating so much on her nervousness that she didn’t notice that Toby wasn’t eating at all. “Jenna, this is silly,” he said after the tenth long silence. “I think we know what’s happening here and we’re both nervous as hell. It’s going to ruin what might be a great meal. Let’s get out of here.”

  Relieved, yet increasingly jittery, Jenna merely nodded. The waiter looked disappointed when Toby asked for the check before they ordered the main course, but he was quite obviously pleased with the large tip Toby added to the credit-card receipt. Silently, the couple left the restaurant and hurried back to the brownstone.

  Jenna led Toby to her new upstairs sitting room and the two settled quickly on the sofa. Without much preamble, Toby’s arms were around her and his lips were pressed against hers. Toby’s mouth was soft, coaxing not expecting. His tongue requested entry to her mouth and she granted it, reveling in the emotions, the flaring heat, the excitement of something so new. She slipped her hands beneath his jacket and pulled his shirt from the waist of his pants so she could feel his skin, drowning in a now frantic need for him.

  It seemed to take only moments until their clothes were off and his hands were on her naked breasts. They kissed and fondled, driving her to the heights of arousal. All too quickly, however, Toby unrolled a condom over his erection and thrust deeply into her. It took only moments for him to climax.

  Jenna was bitterly disappointed. She had expected all the things she hadn’t had with Glen and here she was having experienced the same kind of sex she’d had before. Quick, ordinary and unsatisfying. Later, as they lay stretched out on the sofa, Toby sensed her feelings. “I’m so sorry, Jenna. I’ve been anticipating this evening all day and I got a little ahead of you.” His fingers idly played with her nipple as he talked. “You’re so beautiful, so sexy that I got carried away.”

  “It was wonderful, Toby,” Jenna said, trying to sound upbeat. “Anticipation got to me too.”

  He cupped her chin and turned her face so she couldn’t help but gaze into his eyes. “Don’t lie to me, Jenna,” he said. “Don’t ever lie to me like that. Just relax and let me see what I can do to make it up to you.” He pinched her nipple until she gasped.

  Jenna was used to Glen’s style of lovemaking. He was never in the mood for more playing once he’d climaxed so she didn’t want Toby to make promises that he wouldn’t keep, either verbally or with his hands. She just wanted to drag her body down from its current excited state. “I’m fine, Toby.”

  He lifted himself onto one elbow. “I don’t leave a lady unsatisfied,” he announced, and he covered her mouth with his. Jenna wanted to hold back, keep herself from any additional disappointment, but his kisses were irresistible. She was already aroused so it took his hands and his mouth only moments to drive her upward. Colors whirled in her brain, bright reds and oranges, sulfurous yellows blending as she climbed.

  She slid her hands around his waist, then up his sweat dampened back, the length of her naked body against the length of his, moving constantly so she could feel him. Firmly his knee pressed hers apart and his thigh pressed against her mound. She opened her legs and unashamedly thrust against his well-developed leg muscles.

  As she rubbed, he slid down and closed his mouth on her breast. He suckled, then blew a stream of cool air on her wet skin. She felt her body responding and her legs parted further. Quickly his hand slipped between her thighs. “You’re so wet,” he said, “and so hot. Poor hungry, unsatisfied girl.” God, she was so hungry. Would he know what to do?

  He seemed to know exactly what she wanted. He found her clit and started to stroke, creating a rhythm that she matched with her hips. “Yes, Jenna,” he growled, his mouth still on her nipple. “Move with me.” And she did, her hips writhing, trying to press his hands against all the places that itched with need. He bit lightly. “Tell me what you want.”

  “You,” Jenna moaned as two of his fingers entered her swollen, slippery channel. “God. Do that.”

  “Good girl. Tell me. Show me.”

  She grabbed his wrist and held his hand against her as she rubbed her flesh against his fingers. Then he climbed off the sofa, knelt beside her, and pressed his cheek against her belly. “You smell of heat and sex. It’s the strongest aphrodisiac I know.” He grabbed her hand, put it between his legs so she could feel him, hard again. “See what you do to me?”

  Then his face was between her thighs, his tongue caressing where his fingers had just been. Glen had never been interested in oral sex and she thought she didn’t care about it either. What difference could it possibly make whether it was fingers or a tongue, but she was wrong. God, very wrong. The feel of Toby’s mouth on her was electric, causing shafts of pleasure to rocket from her cunt to her nipples and back again. It was all she could do not to scream.

  When she thought she’d had as much as she could take, he continued, adding his clever fingers to his mouth, filling her and driving her upward, only to relax and let her down so he could push her up again. “God, I can’t stop it,” she said, knowing she would climax in moments. Quickly he put on another condom and plunged into her again, his cock as hard as it had been before. His teeth pulled at her nipple and his fingers found her clit as she exploded and felt him join her.

  Spasms rocked her for several minutes, then finally her body calmed. “That was unbelievable,” she said, still panting. “No one ever—”

  “Don’t think about others. Just concentrate on enjoying what we did,” he said, still playing with her cunt.

  She’d had enough and gently pushed his hand away. “I’m sure I won’t think of much else for quite a while.”

  Toby grinned. “I love playing like this. That’s why I was so annoyed at myself for rushing before.”

  Jenna’s grin was as self-satisfied as Toby’s. “You certainly made up for it.”

  “I’m glad, but you have to promise me that you won’t ever lie to me. If you need or want something, you have to tell me, or show me. Okay?”

  “Okay.” Could she actually tell a man what she wanted? Could she have told Glen? Stop it, she yelled in her brain. Glen’s several hundred miles and lots of time from here. Don’t compare!

  “If you think that was the best ever I have a few surprises for you.”

  The phrase I have a few surprises for you echoed in her head until their next date a week later. Now she had no hesitation. She wanted to experience everything and anything Toby could think of. She wanted to learn and play and have fun with her new toy, sex.

  She dressed carefully in a soft flowered, cotton skirt and coordinated soft rose, sleeveless top. It had been in the nineties all week so she left her legs bare and her sandals were easy to slip on and off. She had shopped for an especially sexy panty and bra set in pale pink lace. She was more than ready, wet and throbbing. Toby picked her up and she was slightly disappointed when he didn’t suggest that they skip dinner and get right to dessert.

  Instead, they arrived at the small Indian restaurant where
they’d been on their first date and were shown to a banquette table along one wall. Instead of sitting across from her, Toby took the seat beside her, draping the long white table cloth over their laps. “Wine?” he asked.

  “Whatever you’d like will be fine with me,” she answered, already soaked, her nipples so tight they almost hurt. Toby ordered a bottle of cabernet and a sip of the deep ruby wine confirmed her previous admiration of his good taste. He ordered an assortment of appetizers and two main courses, bread and raita, the yogurt and cucumber savory she’d enjoyed on their previous visit. He seemed to remember everything she liked.

  They chatted amiably, but it took all of Jenna’s willpower to keep the conversation light. She was feeling itchy and impatient. When the appetizer combo arrived, Toby put a few bites on each of their plates, then picked up a piece of tandoori chicken in his fingers and offered it to her. As she opened her mouth she felt his hand squeeze her thigh beneath the linen tablecloth. He stuffed the bite into her mouth so she was unable to protest but, actually, she doubted she’d have said anything anyway with his fingers sliding up and down the inside of her leg.

  “More?” he asked, not differentiating between the food and his fingers.

  “Certainly,” she said softly. Offering her another bite, his fingers slipped upward and found the crotch of her now soaked panties.

  As she chewed, Toby said, “You seem quite hungry and I enjoy feeding you.”

  He offered her bite after bite, sweets and savories, continually rubbing her sodden crotch and now swollen clit with his other hand. Finally, the appetizers were gone and the main course arrived on the table. Toby placed portions of each dish on her plate. “Before you start, why don’t you go into the ladies room and take off those panties?”

  “Excuse me?”

  “Don’t play innocent with me, you heard what I said. Take off your panties. I want to feel you, play with you.”

  “Not here,” she said, appearing scandalized but, secretly, incredibly aroused at the suggestion.

  “Yes, here. I told you I had some surprises for you. Now go before things get cold—both you and your food.”

  Jenna gazed into Toby’s deep brown eyes now filled with unabashed lust, hesitated, then threw caution to the wind. Without saying another word, she rose and made her way quickly to the bathroom. In a stall she removed her panties, placed them in her purse, then returned to the table. Toby was waiting, not having started his meal. As Jenna sat back down, Toby handed her a fork. “Just keep eating,” he said, one hand again finding her thigh, the other picking up a fork full of chicken saag.

  As his thumb found her pubic hair, she wondered how he could appear to be eating so calmly and be doing what he was doing. She put a fork full of lamb curry in her mouth but found herself unable to chew when his fingers slid onto her naked pussy. “Chew,” he said with a deliciously evil leer, “and swallow. We wouldn’t want you to choke, would we?”

  She nodded and tried to concentrate on getting the mouthful past her throat. When his finger stopped moving she found she could swallow. She sipped her wine but as she put a bite of lamb into her mouth his index finger slipped inside her. “Just keep chewing,” he said softly as his finger teased, withdrawing, then thrusting into her sopping body.

  It was some kind of exquisite torture. She didn’t want anyone else to know what was going on beneath the tablecloth yet she couldn’t help her excitement. She was close to climaxing right there in the middle of the restaurant but somehow she managed to chew and swallow. “Are you close?” he whispered, when she paused again to sip her wine.

  “Very, and you’ve got to stop,” she said, not knowing whether she wanted him to stop or to push her over the edge.

  “Not a chance. Put your glass down very carefully and come for me,” he said, as a second finger joined the first and his thumb, stroking her clit.

  “I can’t, not here.”

  “You can. Right here, right now.” He pinched her clit lightly.

  She plunged over the edge, swallowing hard to keep from crying out, unable to stop tiny whimpering sounds from escaping her throat. Trembling, she took several deep breaths and looked around. None of the other diners seemed to have noticed what had just happened, despite the fact that it should have registered on the Richter scale.

  “Is everything all right here?” the waiter asked. Blushing, Jenna had no idea whether his was just a ritual visit or he suspected what was going on.

  “Everything’s just fine,” Toby said, a smug grin on his face.

  Regaining her composure, Jenna said, “Not for long.” As he put a bite of chicken in his mouth, she reached over and unzipped Toby’s pants. She found the slit in his shorts and pulled out his fully erect cock. “Just keep eating,” she said, echoing his words and watching his eyes glaze over. “Chew and swallow.”

  Amazed at her boldness, she tented a linen napkin over his cock and stroked the length of him with one hand while calmly eating her meal and sipping her wine with the other. “Indian food’s wonderful, isn’t it?” she said with a twinkle in her eye. “Nothing you need a knife for.” She was going to get him off in the middle of a busy restaurant. This wasn’t her, part of her mind screamed. Oh, but it was.

  Although he was obviously having trouble swallowing, Toby put a bit of bread into his mouth. “Take care. I wouldn’t want you to choke,” Jenna said, enjoying the turnabout. She thought about her sex life up to this point. Dull, dull, dull. This is how it was supposed to be. Adventurous and fun.

  She continued to stroke until, with a grunt, Toby filled her hand with semen. She raised an eyebrow. “See?” she said, cleaning his cock and her hand with the napkin. “Two can play at that game.”

  Toby regained his breath. “And play is the operative word. I knew you’d be a treasure. Let’s finish, then go back to your place and see what other games we can invent.”

  One afternoon several weeks later, Chloe and Jenna sat on lounge chairs in the tiny backyard. The early July sun was hot, the birds were twittering, and things were good. As the agency had predicted, her work was averaging about two days a week at a varied collection of translation projects, a few of which even allowed her to work at home. Home. She now considered the brownstone on Fifty-fifth Street home. Each time she walked down the block and turned to mount the steps she felt some kind of kinship with the inviting building. She totally understood Chloe and Aunt Elise’s feelings about the place.

  She missed her sister terribly and called her several times a week but Chloe filled the large hole. Jenna’s sex life was becoming as varied as she had wanted it to be when she moved from Seneca Falls. Here were the activities she’d been dreaming of. There was more to sex than what she and Glen had been doing. So much more.

  She and Toby had made love in her bedroom, in the back of a taxi, and on the Staten Island Ferry. She’d learned some of the things he most enjoyed, and loved to take him in her mouth. Once she’d done it for several seconds in the slow elevator of his building. God, sex was fun.

  “I’ve got a favor to ask of you, Jen,” Chloe said, “but it’s a bit embarrassing and I want you to feel free to refuse.”

  Jenna put her iced-tea glass down on the small, white, wrought-iron table and turned toward her friend. She and Chloe could talk about anything, and had. What could it be that was causing the strange, awkward, embarrassed look on her face? “Anything; you know that. Is anything wrong?” Was her friend actually blushing?

  “Oh, it’s not anything like that.” She smiled. “Don’t get that ‘big sister’ look on your face. I’m fine. It’s for Frank.”

  Frank Devins was one of Chloe’s current boyfriends, a large man with giant hands that had thick, black hair on the backs, a sturdy body, and an almost ugly, craggy face that totally changed character when he smiled. Jenna had met him briefly several times during the past six weeks and had grown rather fond of him. When Chloe didn’t continue Jenna said, “Give, Chloe.”

  “It’s his birthday on the sixteenth
and I want to give him something special.”

  Jenna wanted to suggest that she give something that didn’t cost the earth, but she kept her mouth shut. Chloe’s spending had calmed, at least for the moment. “I’m trying not to spend anything.” She grinned her ingenuous grin. “See? I’m being good, and you can help.”

  “Me?”

  “I want to give him something that will blow his mind and I’ve had a brilliant idea. I need you to help me. I want to act out his favorite fantasy and make a movie of it for him.”

  “Sounds pretty simple.”

  “Not that simple. I want to make a movie of us.” After another pause she said, “Of me and him playing and eventually making love.”

  Jenna’s jaw dropped. “A porno video?” She’d known Chloe was a free spirit but a porno video?

  “Don’t look so shocked. Lots of couples make videos of themselves in bed and I want to make one of us for Frank.” Suddenly the words came rushing out. “I’ve got a video camera and a few months ago I bought a light set up.” When Jenna’s eyebrows rose, Chloe said, “Okay. I bought the lights to make a movie with another guy.”

  “So why can’t you use it for Frank?”

  “I made a movie of me stripping and that worked pretty well, but I stayed pretty much in one place so putting the camera on a tripod was okay. The one we made in bed didn’t come out really well. Staying centered was almost impossible.” She looked sheepish. “I’m not a very restrained lover and a good part of the time all the movie had was a picture of an empty bed and lots of grunts and heavy breathing. When we tried it again we were so conscious of the camera that we couldn’t think of much else. This time I want to film Frank and me—and everything we do. I really want to do it right.”

  “You want me to help you set it all up?”