The Ultimate Erotic Short Story Collection 4: 11 Steamingly Hot Erotica Books For Women

by Hunt, Evelyn

  'We need to do this,' he said.

  'But not here,' advised Amy.

  At this time she was a Friday night regular and while the staff turned a blind eye to the majority of her lewd, enthusiastic sexual behaviour even she knew she couldn't get away with having sex publicly in the club. The last thing she needed was to be barred from the venue she spent every Friday and most Sunday nights – it would kill her social life.

  'Back to mine?' he asked, his lips curling into a knowing smile.

  She'd been to his home three years before under very different circumstances.

  'I'm not sure that's the best alternative.'

  'There's no one home I promise.'

  To Amy the words sounded empty of truth. She closed her eyes to try and make some sense of what was happening. While she wanted to sleep with him, she didn't want to just abandon the night. It wasn't as if she had come alone and walking out on friends wasn't really Amy's style.

  'Let me talk to my friend?'

  'Let's just go,' he grabbed her arm to drag her to the exit.

  'I can't up and disappear Liam.'

  'But I can't hold on. We don't have to go to mine. There won't be anyone in the car park out back.'

  Back then, Amy wasn't so particular about where she had sex, so long as she was getting some action.

  'One second, please.'

  She went to find Lucy. Lucy had insisted on bringing her younger under-age sister.

  'Liam's here.'

  'I noticed,' grinned a very drunk Lucy.

  'I thought I might go out with him for a bit.'

  'It's supposed to be a girls night out.'

  Amy was inclined to retort that baby-sitting didn't feature highly on her social calendar but stopped herself from saying it aloud.

  'I'll tell him to wait till the club closes.'

  'I'll need to get my sister home. I can't wait around for hours while you're having sex.'

  'I can find my own way home,' snapped Amy.

  There were times when her best friend's selfishness never ceased to amaze her. Three years she'd waited for this opportunity and now Lucy was determined to prevent it from happening because it didn't fit in with her plans.

  She stomped off to find Liam, but when she returned he was gone. He hadn't even waited for five minutes. The reality of how little she meant to him stung. Everything was about the sex, nothing for him was about the shared union. Downing shots with her friend's under-age sister seemed to be the only way to take the pain out of what had just happened.

  ***

  Shaking her head at the corner and what had almost happened, Amy entered the toilets. At this stage of proceedings the toilets hadn't been converted to a scene of disgust and disarray. There hadn't been enough drunk weeping women, smudged make up and general cat claw fighting to reflect the various scenarios that would doubtlessly occur in the three cubicle bathroom She reminded herself to stash some spare toilet paper in her handbag for the inevitable point in the evening when every cubicle would be without it and no staff would bother to supply a refill to the toilet tissue boxes.

  Her appearance in the mirror improved her confidence. The recent drastic weight loss had paid off. Amy's dark shoulder length hair framed her high cheek bones, and feline-esque brown eyes set against peaches and cream flawless skin. The four-inch high heels took her to almost 5'10 and while distinctly taller than most men in the club, her frame had reduced enough to give her a svelte look as opposed to that of an Amazonian warrior.

  She touched up her make-up, indulged herself with an approving glance and set out to hit the tiles.

  Lucy surprised her with a red-bull and double vodka, a drink she'd avoided for some time after savouring them in excess for a lengthy period. The taste was refreshing and it was a beverage readily consumed because of its sweetness and tendency not to bloat the drinker.

  The alcohol flowed readily and the girls caught up on all their recent gossip and news. Predictable as ever after midnight passed the capacity of the club increased. The music remained an established set-list of highly popular chart hits from the 60s, 70s, 80s, 90s and now even the noughties. While the girls may have aged since their first foray into 'Pop', the crowd remained the same and consisted of men and women in their late teens and early twenties in casual attire.

  Amy felt very old and out of place. She'd spent so much time worried about trying to fit in, in respect of glamming herself up and ensuring her figure was not one that would draw ridicule, it hadn't occurred to her that they were going to be seen as two old girls on a night out. She hoped to hell Lucy wasn't feeling the same and hadn't sensed Amy's vibe on the situation. Their 'homecoming' to 'Pop' smacked of two thirty-somethings trying to relive their youth. The couple were unattainable for all the wrong reasons.

  Amy forced a smile and after a few more drinks decided to brave the dance floor with Lucy. As her shoes trod on the sticky alcohol drenched floor she shook her head, forgot about who was in the club and who wasn't, and took the executive decision to bust out some moves. When Abba's 'Dancing Queen' came on, she nodded at Lucy and they executed the well rehearsed routine in tandem they had danced to a thousand times before to the track.

  The close bond between friends, whatever their ups and downs over the last ten years, was enough to support each other from the reality of this particular evening. Instead of reliving the past, they decided to enjoy the present, without any concern from what others may have been thinking.

  It had been on this very dance floor Amy had first met Liam ten years ago. She'd spotted him earlier in the evening. He wasn't overly tall, barely 5'7, but he had the kind of look that was popular in the boyband era of the late 90s. He was rakishly thin, with a floppy fringe of black hair that fell in curtains over his forehead, piercing blue eyes, lips with a natural pout and dressed in black trousers and a black shirt; sleeves rolled up to his elbows. With his startling good looks attracting the attention of all the women in the club he could've had his pick that night. Amy was surprised when it had been her he selected.

  She'd actually been due to meet another boy for a date that night, but due to transport problems had run so late he'd left in a huff assuming he'd been stood up. It was an era when mobile phones hadn't been the norm.

  Liam had always played it far too cool to ever openly appear to be chasing a woman, but he'd deliberately taken to the dance floor whenever Amy had and encouraged her with friendly smiles after she'd built the courage to make eye contact with him. Perhaps aware of her low self esteem he'd moved himself over to her to dance with her for a while.

  Shocked at his attention she was unsure how to respond. As was the tradition of the club, the DJ played three slow tracks before the night concluded. Amy was caught on the floor as the beat of the music slowed dramatically and Liam took the chance to slip on the floor and puts his arms around her waist.

  'I want you tonight,' was all he said.

  Amy carried on dancing, face buried in his shoulder, excited and nervous about what would happen that night. Liam dragged her out of the club as soon as the lights were raised. She was given no time to discuss with Lucy what was happening. Given Lucy herself was already suckered onto another boy's lips, Amy decided any interruption she made would possibly be unwelcome, so followed Liam's lead.

  He lived close by, alleging he shared the house with friends. Too innocent to think any different, it didn't occur to Amy that this mightn't be the truth. He insisted they keep quiet as he sneaked them up the staircase and into his bedroom.

  The double bunk beds should have screamed out to Amy that this wasn't a typical bachelor pad, but she was far more concerned about exactly what to do while having sex to take in the environment.

  Liam's kisses were fast and furious. His breath reeked of alcohol and old cheese; a smell Amy would never totally forget. She did her best to stop thinking about the potency of his breath and react accordingly to his lusty advances. He bit her neck and sucked hard. She mewed softly at having never realised what
an erogenous zone her neck was. She unbuttoned his shirt. Despite revealing a torso that had a defined six pack and pecks he was not an avid gym user, rather the lack of body fat accentuated these muscles.

  He allowed her to run her hands tentatively over his chest and stomach. She took her time, his skin was soft and unmarked. Under her finger tips he felt hot and when she traced each defined line of his muscular, slight frame he seemed to become more impatient with her.

  Roughly he grabbed her hands and put them on his belt buckle. In the dark she fumbled trying to undo it. She worried her clumsiness might put him off, but she quickly adapted to loosen the belt. He dropped his own trousers and took off his shoes and socks. With the fraction of moonlight between window and curtain, she could see his mammoth erection, bursting out of his tight black Calvin Klein boxers.

  He pushed Amy toward the bunk beds and inclined her to sit on the bottom bunk. He rolled down the waist band of his boxers and the boner sprang free. Amy studied it cluelessly. She put a hand on it and relished the warm, smooth touch of it. In her grip it was throbbing. Timidly she licked the head. He put a hand on the top bunk to steady himself and nodded at her. She licked again, in a more exploratory way.

  Her tongue ran round the underside of the head and she could see the expression on his face change dramatically. Her tongue caught a drop of fluid leaking from his dick. It was watery but had a salty taste to it. Liam took himself from her hands and pressed against her mouth. She opened to receive him and proceeded to suck, swirling her tongue around this foreign piece of anatomy she'd never held in her mouth before. His hands went on the back of her head and he attempted to edge deeper down her throat but she gagged and released him.

  'I've never done this before,' Amy blurted out.

  They were the same age, but she felt a huge gap in their respective sexual educations. He raised a finger to his lips, reminding her to keep quiet. He knelt down to face her.

  'You need to take your clothes off for this and lay back.'

  It was the moment she'd been half dreading and half waiting all her life for. At twenty-one she hadn't lost her puppy fat and was self conscious next to the leanness of Liam. In an ungainly fashion she slipped her black dress off over her head and unclasped her bra; throwing both items to the floor.

  Liam pushed her back on the bed, and she shifted near the wall to give him space. His hands were all over her breasts. The sensation of him massaging her ample breasts was exquisite as he began kissing her like a love-sick teen again. His demanding hands tugged at her panties, and she could feel his frustration at being unable to remove them because of her tights. She rolled them down to her ankles and struggled with the straps on her shoes. All the time Liam's hands were wandering all over her virgin flesh, making it difficult to concentrate on the task in hand. There was a phenomenal clump on the floor, as she kicked off her tights and panties, which were caught up in the four inch heels.

  No sooner was she fully naked than Liam was spreading her thighs. He kissed her again and traced the kisses from her mouth down her neck to between her breasts. Here he became more feverish as he took her breast in his mouth, sucking her nipple and finishing with a little nip to make her squeal. He could see her splaying her legs eagerly for him and repeated the same treatment on her other breast.

  Without warning he thrust his cock straight into her and Amy shouted out in pain at the tearing of her hymen. He was huge and thick inside her and the sensation of it moving in with one swift movement hurt enormously. Immediately he clasped a hand over her mouth to shut her up. He'd withdrawn from her.

  'Do you want me to go again,' he whispered.

  Amy nodded. Keeping his hand firm on her mouth he forced himself back in and felt her resisting. Every muscle of her vagina seemed to clamp around his wide shaft, muscles that had never been worked like this ever. With every pump, she whimpered into his palm. The stretch had been so unexpected, as was the ripping of her hymen. However he seemed to be sliding into her with a little more ease than his initial insertion. The rhythm of his pounding became more pleasurable and her focus was removed from the pain to the delightful participation of sexually connecting with a man.

  She could feel the sweat drip from his chest onto her own skin. Sticky, warm droplets that would soon be smeared over her skin as he lowered himself down onto her in a bid to get deeper. Feeling his taunt chest almost glued to her tender, pale feminine curves had her experiencing her first genuine sensuous moments. He was trying to plough further and with each extra thrust she squirmed to shallow the penetration.

  'Please,' she begged in his ear.

  'Just let me cum,' he whispered back, 'I promise I won't take long.'

  Amy realised they weren't using protection and his promise to hurry to reach his orgasm meant his thrusting increased and deepened, taking her back to a point where the sex was painful and a test of endurance. She pushed at his hips hard to make him pull out.

  'I have to go,' she said out loud. Scrambling round to throw her dress back on and pick up her underwear and shoes to carry out.

  'I need to fucking cum,' he said.

  'Next time.'

  Amy's innocence was plastered all over her face. She liked him but was frightened and it was dawning on her that she didn't know where she was, what time it was or how to get home.

  'I don't know when the next time will be. My girlfriend's back next week.'

  The statement hung in the air and Amy stood stunned at his words. In her naivety had she actually thought that this gorgeous guy would want her permanently, have her as a girlfriend? She could have slapped her forehead at her stupidity. Her silence spoke volumes as she walked out the door.

  'You'll have to finish off with a wank, Li,' came a high-pitched voice from the top bunk.

  Distraught at the breaking news of Liam's girlfriend, mortified someone else had been witness to the encounter, Amy ran barefoot down the stairs and opened the front door.

  'I'm sorry, I should've said...'

  She closed the door and cut off Liam from whatever he'd been going to say.

  It was three years later they'd met in the dark corner of the club and he eluded her, perhaps it was how their lives were mapped out.

  Now though the club was pumping and everyone seemed to be having a good time. First and foremost Lucy was enjoying her birthday outing. Her exuberance and uninhibited body language was infectious and Amy found herself becoming less self conscious, less haunted by the past and much more in tune with the present.

  It was definitely amusing watching the pretty, young things perform their after-work Friday night rituals but Amy was just as entertained with the company of her best friend, as they reminisced over the past and discussed their dreams of the future. It seemed highly likely the two might well be waiting another ten years for Mr. Right to arrive but in the meantime they made plans to set up a home together at some seaside location in case they found their lives remained unchanged by the time they both hit forty.

  The later the night got, the thicker the beer goggles on the male customers became. Earlier in the night Amy was sure she and Lucy had been written off as 'old girls'. As the night was drawing to an end the young men in their alcohol fused state had labelled them as cougars that would be welcoming, grateful and experienced sexually. They convinced themselves the cougars of the club were probably a safer bet and a secure guarantee for a good time.

  The girls didn't reject the attention. There was no need to. The whole point of the night was to boost their self esteem and hot, young men rubbing shamelessly against them on the dance floor did exactly that.

  Lucy was with some rugby type guy who had no rhythm whatsoever and very friendly hands as he grinded against her on the dance floor.

  In a blast from the past Amy found herself with some floppy dark haired, blue eyed Irish charmer, dressed in dark chinos and a navy shirt that bought out the colour of his eyes. His immature attempts at seduction were sweet, although she knew without the accent she'd be less tha
n impressed. He was so open in his excitement of having elicited a brief kiss from her on the dance floor as the final smoochy number played, her mind wandered onto whether or not she should call the night.

  Taking his hand in hers, to calm the youth, she walked to Lucy and her solid, stocky rugby player.

  'Plans for going home?' asked Amy.

  Lucy looked at her boy, then back at Amy.

  'Catch a cab, I think.'

  'You know,' said Amy, 'I might just find my own way home later on. I'll call you in the morning Lucy.'

  The girls kissed and left on amicable terms, each having made their own decision for the continuation of the night.

  The cool night air hit Amy hard as they stepped out. Amy was horrified she hadn't even acquired the name from the boy that reminded her of someone she'd been so desperate to cross paths with that night.