Curves & Curls
~ Bethan’s Story
Sophie Shearer
Copyright: Sophie Shearer
Published by Briba Publishing 2013
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This book is fictional and any names, characters, places and incidents are a product of the author's imagination.
Warning: This book is an Erotic Romance and contains some sexual content
Recommended for over 18’s
Curves & Curls – Bethan’s Story
Chapter One
“Did you see that,” Jo said as Bethan and a tall dark haired man strolled hand in hand out of the door, “he’s a real babe and he’s taking Bethan upstairs.”
“She never fails to surprise me, lucky cow!” Ashley replied, “I’d have gone with that guy myself, he’s gorgeous but when they were talking on the sofa, he only had eyes for Bethan.”
“Well, good luck to her,” said Jo turning back to her drink.
Jo and Ashley were astonished that Bethan had been the success of the evening. She had bagged the best looking man by far – and she was probably going to have sex with him while they sat in the drawing room drinking wine.
They couldn’t wait to hear the blow by blow account of her night of passion at Jenny’s Naughty Nights House Party. They knew she would tell all; the three of them had been best friends since they were thirteen and told each other everything.
The girls had secretly believed that Bethan would be the wallflower, the one left waiting for the other two – even Bethan, but they had all been wrong.
Ashley and Bethan had been single for a while and Jo had recently split with her husband of just two years. But, whatever was happening in their lives, they still managed to have one evening out at least once or twice a month since they had all left school.
It was at the end of one of those nights that had included a great meal, copious amounts of wine and a few glasses of spirits each that the idea of going to a Naughty Nights House Party had been born. They had been talking about men, or in their case, the lack of. They couldn’t understand why, in their early thirties, all three of them were without a partner. What was wrong with them?
Jo was slim with long, shapely legs, brown eyes and rich auburn hair so long she could sit on it. Ashley was very similar build but with short, blonde hair and deep blue eyes.
Bethan was a much larger build than the other two and had long fiery red hair that curled naturally, much to Bethan’s dismay. She had almond shaped green eyes and although she thought being a ’plus’ size was her worst feature, Bethan was rarely without a date. But it was a long term relationship she craved not a series of one night stands. She wanted to have someone who really cared about her; someone to share her life with, someone to have babies with.
The longest relationship she’d had in all her 32 years was when she was in her early twenties and she’d lived with Sam for six months. That was a big mistake; he had been a ‘wannabe’ musician without a steady income and had relied on Bethan for financial support when the band had no gigs booked – and that was often.
It had taken her three months to realise he was using her as a meal ticket and another three months to finally get him out of her flat.
Bethan knew that most men saw her as a bit of fun, anything for a laugh, some even thought she was grateful they were paying her any attention at all. But they didn’t seem to see her as long term relationship material.
She envied Jo and Ashley their slim bodies and long legs and had tried, almost weekly, to stick to a diet that would remove the hated bulk and transform her into a clone of her friends. But nothing seemed to work or, if she did lose weight, it was only miniscule amounts which did nothing for her motivation. So it was back to the ice cream to console herself; a vicious circle.
“I have an idea,” said Jo when they were discussing the lack of sex in their lives, “I was talking to Jack the other day and he was telling me about Jenny, a friend from way back. She lost her job, got a job as an escort then started Naughty Nights House Parties; a bit like a swinger’s club but with more class. I don’t know much about it but we could see if we could go as single women; you never know it might be fun.”
“You are kidding, right?” said Bethan horrified, “I thought a swingers party was much the same as wife swapping and, in case it escaped your notice, we’ve no-one to swap. That’s the whole problem; we’re all definitely and indisputably single.”
“I don’t think it matters, I looked it up on the internet and women can go to these clubs alone, with the added bonus of the membership fee being less than for a couple or a single man.” Jo replied patiently. “What do you think Ash?”
Ashley, who had been listening intently to her friends, said, “Well, we’ve nothing to lose and it will be much better than trawling round the nightclubs and bars looking for eligible men. I don’t know about you two but I could definitely use a bit of uncomplicated sex; it’s been ages. Give your friend a ring and see what we have to do.”
“Right that’s settled. Tomorrow I’ll ring Jenny and see if we can go to her next party.” Jo said excitedly.
Bethan was still not convinced but, as always, she went along with whatever Jo and Ashley decided.
Chapter Two
Two weeks later Bethan stood in front of her bedroom mirror and forced herself to look at her reflection. Who, in their right mind, would want to sleep with that, she thought, I’m fat and horrible. But she had already agreed to go to the stupid party so she had to get ready; Jo and Ashley were picking her up soon.
After having a shower and washing her hair Bethan looked through her wardrobe for something suitable to wear. But what was suitable for this sort of occasion? She had no idea, so decided to vamp herself up a bit for a change, instead of playing safe.
She chose a knee length black skirt with a slit up the side that had been in her wardrobe for about a year because she had never had a good enough reason to wear it, a green silk blouse that showed off her ample cleavage and a pair of silver Jimmy Choo shoes with a matching clutch bag that had cost her the best part of two weeks salary. She added a chunky silver bangle and the silver chain and earrings that her mother had given her for her 21st birthday just before she died. She picked out a black lace bra and matching panties along with a pair of ‘hold up’ stockings that had been gathering dust in her drawer just waiting for the right occasion.
Wrapped in a fluffy white bathrobe with her hair encased in a towel, Bethan laid all her stuff out on the bed and stood back to make sure the skirt, blouse and shoes looked OK together. Satisfied with her wardrobe choice, she sat down at the dressing table to dry her hair.
As Bethan drank the wine she had poured to steady her nerves while she was getting ready, she hoped the girls were not late otherwise she could easily be a little worse for wear.
But right on time Jo and Ashley tapped on the door of Bethan’s flat then walked in. Both girls looked stunning as usual with Jo wearing a tiny dress that clung to all the right bits leaving very little to the imagination, and Ashley choosing to wear skin-tight black trousers with a fire engine red floaty blouse.
Bethan knew she looked good too and tonight she didn’t feel quite as inadequate as she usually did when they were on a girl’s night out.
“Hi, come in a get yourselves a drink; I’ll just get my jacket,”
Bethan said, “the bottle is open in the kitchen.”
“No thanks,” Ashley replied, “the taxi’s due any minute; let’s just get going before I change my mind.”
Chapter Three
When they arrived at the big house less than an hour later all three girls were open mouthed at the grandeur of the place.
“Wow,” said Jo with a low whistle, “I never imagined Jenny would own such a magnificent place, I’m jealous”
Although Jenny had told her all about the house and her thriving business, Jo was not prepared for this. It was far more elegant than any of them had envisioned even though Jenny had waxed lyrical on how fabulous it was when Jo had rung her the week before.
When Jenny opened the door smiling happily, she looked sensational. She was wearing a sleek black evening dress with a thin red belt, red shoes with impossibly high heels, a thin strand of diamonds round her neck, and matching diamond earrings.
“Jenny, it’s good to see you,” said Jo flinging her arms round the laughing host, “you look stunning and, if you don’t mind me saying, you look really happy.”
“Thanks Jo, we have a lot of catching up to do, we must have lunch sometime soon. It’s great to see you again,” Jenny replied grinning broadly, “a lot of water has gone under the bridge since I last saw you. You just wouldn’t believe how I got here, doing this and loving every minute of it; it’s been like a dream. Oh yes, and I make a very nice living from entertaining my friends; it’s brilliant.”
Ashley and Bethan waited patiently for the two old friends to finish kissing and hugging. Finally Ashley stepped forward and held out her hand.
“Hi Jenny, we’ve heard such a lot about you, I’m Ashley. Thank you so much for inviting us.”
“You’re more than welcome; I’m delighted you decided to come. We have some very nice gentlemen here tonight that I’d love you to meet.” Jenny said, shaking Ashley’s hand lightly, “But don’t feel obliged to do anything you feel uncomfortable with; in my house ‘No’ definitely means ‘No’. If you just want to chat and have a glass of wine in the drawing room; that’s fine, a lot of people do that on their first visit.
“And I’m Bethan; we’ve been so looking forward to this although I must admit to being a bit apprehensive. I feel a little bit like a hooker,” Bethan added offering her hand.
Jenny was a little taken aback by Bethan’s words.
“Oh no, really you mustn’t feel like that. It’s not really like a traditional Swingers Party; my house is simply a party house where people come to have fun. Only consensual sex is allowed; no-one is forced into anything, unless that’s their idea of fun,” she said with a twinkle in her eyes. “We do have an option for you to just watch if that’s your thing. And, I’m very choosey about who gets an invite. I don’t allow just anyone to come; only people who I think will enjoy our style of party.”
“Come on, let’s get you all a drink and introduce you to few of my new friends,” Jenny said, taking Jo’s arm.
The girls followed Jenny and each took a glass of wine from the tray set on the long hall table before going into a large elegant drawing room.
All three were suitably impressed with the opulence of the room. There were comfortable, squashy sofas placed either side of the large marble fireplace facing each other with a beautiful, highly polished old grand piano in front of the large window.
A large oval dining table stood at the opposite end of the long room with a group of people already seated around it obviously enjoying the wine and, it seemed, the company; judging by the laughter coming from that end of the room.
Ashley nudged Bethan and, with raised eyebrows inclined her head towards two men standing by the piano. They were talking animatedly waving their hands around to emphasise a point that was obviously important.
“Not bad,” whispered Bethan laughing nervously, “I wouldn’t kick either of them out of bed.”
Jenny was busy smiling at everyone and asking if they had everything they needed; she was being the perfect host. Once she was sure her guests were comfortable she turned her attention back to the three friends.
“Anything goes here, as long as you’re comfortable with it,” she said, “there are bedrooms on the first floor that can be used for private times; just close the door and transfer the label on the door handle to the outside and no-one will bother you. But, if you are happy with others watching, leave the door ajar and clip the rope barrier in place so everyone is aware you don’t want to be joined. If you would like others to join in, just leave the door open and the barrier down.
There is also a play room with toys just down the hall from here where group sex is the norm. If you fancy that, just go along and join in. I also have a small room where you can watch proceedings in the play room in private if you want to. There are just a few house rules that I insist everyone observes; absolutely no photography, don’t enter a room with a label on the door handle and ‘No’ most definitely means ‘No’ – without exception. Now, after all that, I can introduce you to a few people or you can just see how it goes.”
“It’s fine Jenny, really” said Jo nervously, “we’ll just stay here for a while and enjoy our drinks before we decide.”
“OK, but I must go and see if anyone needs anything. Enjoy yourselves, but if you want anything, anything at all, do come and find me. Oh, and don’t go without giving me your phone number so we can all do lunch sometime soon.”
As Jenny walked over to the two men near the piano, the three friends looked at each other wondering what the others were thinking. They were all so far out of their comfort zone that they were going to need to take a taxi to get back.
Bethan took a deep breath and spoke first. “Right girls, let’s just go for it. It’s no good standing here waiting for something to happen, let’s go and get a little bit of the action. I’m going to check out the play room, anyone coming?”
“You go for it Bethan,” said Ashley looking a bit shocked, “I’ll just have another drink.”
“What about you Jo?”
“I’ll stay with Ashley and get a bit of Dutch courage inside me first,” Jo said, “good luck and have fun.”
“See you later then,” said Bethan going off in the direction Jenny had pointed to find the play room.
“Wow,” said Ashley watching Bethan leave, “who would have thought that Bethan would be so keen? I thought she would be the reluctant one. She was the one who said she wouldn’t be joining in”
“Pass me another drink please,” was all Jo could think of to say.
The two friends took another drink and went to join the others seated round the table.
Chapter Four
Bethan had even shocked herself. What on earth did I do that for, she thought, I’ve never even had a threesome before, let alone group sex?
She had been the one who had been reluctant to come to the party but had allowed the others to persuade her.
“Just a bit of fun,” they’d said, “no pressure, only do what you’re comfortable with.”
“I won’t be doing anything – or anyone” she had told them laughing.
Yet here she was, looking for a room where group sex was happening and she was about to join in.
Bethan found the room easily; it was next door to the drawing room as Jenny had said and had a discreet sign hung on the handle that said, “Play Room, Please Come in”. As she was standing there trying to pluck up the courage to open the door she felt a light touch on her arm that made her jump.
“Well, hello,” said a rich deep voice with an American accent.
She turned round to see a tall man with dark unruly hair, a broad chest that was stretching the fabric of his pristine white t-shirt and the most beautiful brown eyes that twinkled when he smiled.
He leaned over and whispered into her ear.
“Please don’t go in there tonight, come with me. We can have some private fun; just the two of us; that’s if you want to of course.”
“I’m not sure
what I want,” said Bethan miserably, her courage failing, “this is my first time at one of these events and I’m not really sure what I’m supposed to do, I was trying to persuade myself to open the door to see what was happening in the play room that Jenny had told us about; but I just couldn’t do it. I’m such a wimp.”
“I’m Charlie,” said the man, “If you like, we could go and get a drink and talk for a while until you feel more comfortable. The first time I went to one of these parties I felt a bit out of my depth and I expect you do too.”
“I’m here with two of my girlfriends and only came to find the party room out of bravado. I thought they would come with me when I suggested it but they didn’t. I couldn’t back out after saying I was going, so I came on my own; big mistake…” replied Bethan, liking the look of this handsome American.
I wonder what he was doing hanging about outside the play room, thought Bethan, maybe he was just passing, who knows, but who am I to turn down the chance to spend an hour or two with this hot looking guy?
“I would love to have a drink with you thanks; I’m Bethan” she said smiling with relief up into his friendly face, “I think it would help to make the evening a bit more bearable.”
“You are really beautiful, you know. Just getting to know you a bit better is going to make this evening the best thing I’ve done since arriving in England.” Charlie said in a tone that sounded like sincerity.
“Well, I hope my friends are otherwise engaged or you’ll definitely not want to waste your evening with me.” Bethan replied, “They’re both stunning.”
“Don’t put yourself down; you’re the best looking woman I have met in ages. Your hair is magnificent; you must have some Irish in your blood. I’m really looking forward to finding out more about you.” He said, running his fingers through her tumbling red curls. Bethan felt a shiver run down her spine. He’d better be careful, she thought, or I’m going to turn into a complete hussy and drag him into a room to ravish him right this minute.
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