The Last To Know - What I Did While We Dated

by Bridy McAvoy

  “Good girl, you’re improving.”

  “Wha…?”

  “Ssh… It’s okay.”

  I felt his hands on my waist, and then he hooked the waistband of my panties and started to draw them down. I almost panicked, thinking he was going to use the bat on my now naked butt. Then I remembered how he’d dropped it to the table and left it there after showing it to me. My hand was only inches from it so, without thinking about it, I grabbed hold of it and drew it under my body, preventing him from using it. I curled both hands around it and hugged it under my chin.

  Mr. Bryant laughed. “Don’t you trust me, Sammie?”

  I stayed silent and he laughed quietly. “I need you to trust me, Sammie. Give me the bat.”

  “Nuh-uh!”

  “I said, trust me, Sammie, and in this you can. Now, give me the bat.”

  I thought about what he’d said, and the way he said it. There was a note of finality about how he said it. It left me wondering if our fun and games on a Thursday was going to come to a shuddering halt if I didn’t trust him. I stayed still, quiet, thinking hard. His hands left my waist, my panties at half-mast. I could feel the heat in my butt, knew it was probably glowing red in front of him, or at least pink—after all, he’d only used it four times.

  “Last time I’m asking, Sammie.”

  I shuddered and reached a decision. After a moment’s further hesitation I slowly let go with my right hand and extended my left hand to my side, offering him the bat. Once my left arm was fully extended, I let go of the bat. I was shaking, desperate for him to not prove me wrong. I didn’t know what I’d do if he used it on me again at that point, but I was deathly afraid.

  He chuckled and I felt one hand start to massage my butt. His right hand appeared in my vision as I turned my head to watch. He slowly turned the bat until the handle was pointing the right way, then he picked it up. I bit my lip, trying to control my shuddering, convinced I’d made the wrong choice and he was about to hit me with it again. Notice I was thinking hit—not spank, not play.

  Mr. Bryant, though, knew how to play me. He’d surprised me, spanked me and then told me to trust him. He was not going to break that trust. I heard him slide the drawer open, then something, presumably the table tennis bat, dropped into the drawer, and he slid it closed again.

  “Good girl. I told you to trust me, and you did. The bat is gone.”

  I breathed a sigh of relief, and tried to make my body stop shivering. His hands returned to my underwear and he drew them down onto my thighs, exposing my ass and my pussy to him. I must have looked an obscene sight spread out before him like that. He couldn’t pull my underwear down anymore because my legs were spread. I waited for him to tell me to close them, allowing him to do so, but he didn’t. Instead I heard him sit down in his seat again, and then his chair rolled forward. His knees brushed against the inside of my legs and I felt his hot breath on my even hotter ass. At that moment I knew he was going to eat me, and I started to shudder in anticipation.

  “Good girls get rewarded, Sammie. Remember that. Only naughty girls get punished. Are you a good girl?”

  “Yes!”

  “I thought so.”

  Without saying another word, he plunged his head into my nether regions. His nose was quite close to my butt, but his mouth was on my pussy. I groaned as his tongue lashed out at me. His hands rose to my thighs, and he held me open, spreading my outer lips, allowing his tongue to lick over their sensitive insides. My hips started to churn, sensation overload as he continued to torture me with his fingers and tongue.

  I came the first time as he stuck his tongue into me. Then again as he tongued my clit, and a third time as he used his thumb to hold my clit trapped while his fingers lanced into me. One finger started to toy with my anus, but I was too far gone to complain. He didn’t insert his digit into it, but the promise was there. I guessed anal sex was going to be a part of my near future. That thought made me shudder again.

  “He never did, you know, take me anally. He seemed to toy with the idea at times, he certainly played with me there, but he never went any further.”

  “So you never did?”

  “No, not with anybody, not even you.”

  I looked at her and she continued. “You never tried, honey. I’ve always been too afraid it would hurt to suggest it.” She took a deep breath. “It’s yours if you want it.”

  I smiled at her then winked. I knew how much that particular admission had cost her. “Not now… Maybe another time.”

  She pouted at me, then smiled before resuming her narrative.

  My legs were trembling and I was about done, completely worn out by the constant stimulation. The chief librarian had other ideas. He stood up and, before I could react, he’d pushed his now hard cock into me. He’d cum twice in my mouth before he’d spanked and then eaten me. Now he was going to fuck me. I thought he’d last a long time, longer than I could, but I guess he was over-stimulated too.

  I could hardly feel him. My vagina was almost loose from so much stimulation, so much juice running down my legs. That didn’t seem to bother him. He just fucked away at me sprawled over his desk and, after a few minutes, shot his third load of the day into me. I know that sounds sordid, but to be honest, that was exactly what it was.

  He allowed me to clean up and pull my underwear back up, but he kept me undressed like that for the rest of the afternoon. I worked at my computer and finished tidying up while he did his thing in the office. About half past three I asked him if he wanted another coffee and, when he said yes, made two mugs. We drank them in about fifteen minutes then he motioned me around to his side of the desk.

  That over-sensitivity had died down and my pussy was just wet—and very messy. My butt, though, was still sore and red. That was one of the reasons I’d spent more time tidying up and less time sitting at my desk. I wondered if he was going to bend me over his desk again. I was especially worried he was going to torment my ass by spanking me again, let alone use that damned table tennis bat on me.

  Instead, he led me over to the window. Remember, the windows in that building were about six feet off the floor and frosted over the bottom half. At the same time, the library had three steps up to the door in front, which lifted the window sill another couple of feet above the sidewalk outside. He pushed me back against the wall and pressed against me. I could feel his cock was already hard as he looked at me. I realized he had every intention of fucking me again.

  The smooth stone blocks of the wall were cold against my back, and it grew colder when he unfastened my bra catch and pulled the thin fabric from me. Now he lifted my arms above my head, telling me to grasp the window ledge and not let go. He bent down in front of me and yanked my panties down. This time they came all the way off.

  He pushed my back against the wall, my naked buttocks, still sore from earlier, now pressing against the cold stone. Despite the cold, the anticipation was getting me wet, my nipples erect. He used his mouth on my nipples for a minute or so, then used his fingers to make sure my channel was ready—which it was. He chuckled to himself, flexing his hips down and then up. The angle was a bit awkward for penetration but he managed it the second time, and I found myself impaled on his cock, trapped between him and the outside wall of the library.

  He fucked me in that position for several minutes until he was sure I could maintain my balance properly, then lowered his hand to grasp my thigh. “Hold on.”

  I dug my fingers into the window ledge as he lifted my knee, forcing me to wrap that leg around him as he fucked into me. It was an incredible mixture of feelings. His cock was pumping in and out of me, dragging my pussy lips up and down in the process. My pussy was pulsing around him. At the same time, my poor tortured, abused butt was pressed against the cold stone wall and I wanted to sob from the pain. Winding my leg around behind him had increased my stability, even though I was only standing on one leg. As a result he could reach deeper into me, and before I knew it the pain in my ass was fading
to a memory.

  I think I screamed as I came, I’m not sure. In any case, he had one hand over my mouth to muffle the sound. I didn’t know why at the time—guessed he didn’t want anyone to hear. He came soon after, then slowly lowered my leg back to the ground as he slipped out of me. I was still hanging onto the window ledge, my fingertips white from the pressure. Before I recovered enough to move, he picked up my underwear and, kneeling down, lifted each foot in turn. Obviously he was going to send me home with his fourth load of the day still inside me.

  I was too tired to resist as he slowly helped me into my clothes—bra, then blouse and finally skirt. He left the bottom two buttons undone on the skirt, handed me my purse and guided me to the front door.

  “See you tomorrow, Sammie.” He opened the door and ushered me out into the afternoon sunshine. Three minutes earlier I’d been in the middle of being fucked. Now I was dressed and on the street, a pussy full of cum, and an ass sore from being spanked.

  * * * *

  She looked at me, and I could see the hurt in her eyes.

  “You know what happened next.”

  I nodded. I’d worked out the calendar in my head.

  “I don’t know how Mr. Bryant knew you were there, but somehow he did.”

  “I don’t know either. I’d just come to the library to try and speak to you. Of course, it was a Thursday and the library was closed. I checked the times on the door and saw you’d probably be out in half an hour, so I waited. I just leaned against the wall and waited.”

  “The wall right under his office window.”

  “I thought I heard something, but I wasn’t sure.”

  “That’s why the kinky bastard decided to do me against the wall, and put his hand over my mouth to stop me screaming out loud when I came. He knew you were there all right. Knew who you were too, I’d wager.”

  “So you think he sent you out there freshly fucked, your ass sore from a spanking, to meet me?”

  “I think so. He really was a kinky little shit.”

  “You’re telling me.”

  “Do you remember that conversation, honey? What happened that evening?”

  “Just about word for word, minute by minute.”

  * * * *

  “Hello.”

  You looked a bit flushed, embarrassed to see me. Of course, at that point I didn’t know why. You looked as if you’d seen a ghost.

  Finally you spoke. “Hi.”

  “Listen, I’ve got the evening off for once. Do you fancy a coffee?”

  After a moment you smiled at me and nodded. “There’s a diner two minutes down the road that do the most fantastic bagels—if they’ve got any left.”

  “Ah, a frequent customer then. Maybe they’ll have saved one for you on the off-chance.”

  “Probably not. I usually go in for lunch on a Monday, never on a Thursday.”

  “Why not Thursdays?”

  You rolled your eyes at me, and I could see a well-spring of hurt there. I just didn’t know why until now.

  “Because we close at lunchtime, and I finish early instead of getting lunch.”

  I put my hand over my stomach. “You mean you haven’t eaten since breakfast? You must be starving. I’ll call nine-one-one right away.”

  It was a silly pantomime, but you were smiling and laughing.

  As we walked to the diner you linked your arm through mine and I was back on top of the world. I’d been miserable for four weeks, hadn’t even been out for a beer. This was my first attempt at a social outing.

  “In fact, you owe Billy for me turning up that day.”

  “Billy? From the shop?”

  I nodded. “Yep, he insisted I took some time off that I was due for working overtime a couple of weeks earlier. He made me come to the library rather than call you.”

  “I’m glad you did. I’d probably have not taken the call.”

  I smiled at her across the room. “I guess we talked for hours that day, putting the world to rights.”

  “And our relationship.”

  I laughed. “I just realized.”

  “What?”

  “All that time I was talking to you, trying to pluck up the courage to ask you out on a date again—you were sitting there with that randy goat’s cum soaking into your panties?”

  She shook her head.

  “No?”

  “No. When we got to the diner and ordered, I excused myself and used the washroom. I must have gone through a whole roll trying to clean myself up. It’s a wonder I didn’t block the flush. The cubicle stank of sex when I left it. I’m surprised you couldn’t smell me.”

  “Cooking smells in that diner—they looked like they were a bit heavy on the grease when they fried.”

  “My ass was still sore though.”

  “I was over the moon when you agreed to see me on that Saturday.”

  “I was too. I drove home and almost danced into the house. Then I realized I had made a mistake.”

  “Oh?”

  “Yeah. You weren’t keeping quite such a close track of when I said everything happened as you thought you were.”

  “Why?”

  “Because that Saturday I’d agreed to go out with you was also Max Junior’s birthday bash.”

  “Sorry, I guess I missed that.”

  “I agonized all evening, even thought about taking you along. Then I realized having you in the same room as three grown men who had all fucked me, while I’d been playing the ice maiden with you, probably wasn’t a good idea. Either they’d try it on in front of you or tip you the wink that they’d been there. You saw Max’s smirk when he brought the boat over. How do you think you’d have felt on our make-up date if that had happened?”

  “True enough.”

  “So, rather than leave it to the last minute, I rang Max and told him something had come up so I wouldn’t be able to make the party.”

  “How did he take it? I guess he was probably in the same frame of mind as his sons—looking forward to an opportunity to get you on your own.”

  She nodded. “His disappointment was quite visceral, I think. I’m sure you’re right. Anyway, he suggested supper on another occasion, just like last time to make it up to the birthday boy.”

  “Cheek of the man.”

  “Too right. I knew what he meant. It wasn’t the food, it’s what would happen afterward.”

  “And did you? Go around for that supper?”

  She shook her head. “No, not then, and not since.”

  I looked at her carefully and she stared straight back at me, unblinking. She didn’t look away. She knew she had to be honest. If I caught her in one evasion, let alone an outright lie, the battle for trust would be over. After a minute’s pregnant silence I knew she was telling me the truth. I nodded and she relaxed her shoulders.

  “Actually, I think I took some perverse pleasure from leaving him high and dry like that. The next time I went to the yard to pay for the boat storage, I saw all three of them and they were all smiles. They flirted, but there was no nastiness, no invites for a quick fuck or BJ. They stayed within bounds, even Max Junior who was the most aggressive of all of them.” She looked at me again. “Honey, can we take a break now? I seem to remember being promised a shopping trip.”

  “Sure. As long as you do one thing for me.”

  “Anything, you know that. What do you want me to do?”

  “Put some bloody clothes on!”

  She laughed, the smile back on her face. “Give me five minutes.”

  She took ten.

  Chapter Twelve – Stage Managed

  We wandered around the mall hand in hand for hours. We didn’t come down this end of town very often, so the mall was kind of new to us. Of course, a lot of the shops were the same chains, but there were a number of individual shops and boutiques.

  I think Sam tried on ten or twenty dresses before I persuaded her to let us take a late lunch. After that she dragged me back to one of the shops we’d already visited and purchas
ed a dress she’d tried on three hours earlier. I sighed, and gave her that long-suffering husband look which made her laugh.

  “Go on, there’s that sporting goods store on the next cross aisle. I’ll meet you back in an hour. Okay?”

  I smiled. I knew what she was up to. It wasn’t about me going to the sports store—it was about her heading to a couple of the lingerie shops, and she didn’t want me around while she bought some flim-flammery to tempt me with.

  I gave her a peck on the cheek. “Only if you promise to model them for me later.”

  “Model what?” She batted her eyes at me and laughed, before spinning on her heel and walking away.

  I headed for the sporting goods store but didn’t go in. I walked past it. Five minutes later I was looking at a very nice ladies watch. It was a European import, an automatic one with a nine carat gold cover. The whole face was a cutaway design—you could see the mechanism working through it. It wasn’t expensive but it was different. When the salesgirl showed me the back was glass to show off the movement too, I was hooked.

  Sensing a sale, the girl pointed out there was a matching gent’s watch, and that, if bought as a pair, there were a pair of cuff-links and a tie pin, as well as a pair of earrings, containing tiny watch parts encased in glass on a gold back.

  Ten minutes later I emerged carrying a rather indiscreet carrier bag with over nine hundred dollars’ worth of Rotary watches and associated accessories. I was happy but I needed to conceal them somewhere. They weren’t that expensive, but they were unusual, and I knew my wife loved something unique rather than straight fashion. Buying the pair sent her a message too—that I felt there was something worth saving in our marriage.

  That little discretion problem was solved by ducking into the sports store and picking up a couple of T-shirts. Their carrier bag neatly concealed the smaller one. Since I still had about thirty to thirty-five minutes to kill, I ducked into the nearest Starbucks.