Wanting So Bad, Loving So Good

by Bella Bentley

  The hypotonic beats made me instantly want to dance.

  “The drink of the hour. Madam. Sir.” Two small goblets of pink liquid with sugar rim on the tops were handed to us by a server wearing a black mask.

  Kyle and I clanked our drinks and smiled. The sugar on my lips was sweet and fresh. I tasted citrus, fruit, and the smoothest of liquor. The drink was so smooth, fresh, and tasted so palatable, I finished the entire drink because my taste buds wouldn’t have it any other way.

  “Told you. The drinks are to die for.”

  “You were right.”

  He led me through clusters of people. But as he led me, I couldn’t help but notice all the beautiful women dressed as if they were queens with pearls and jewels and diamonds beautifully placed. A few heads turned and looked at us as we entered. Their silver masks nodded our way, as warm smiles gave way to their pearly white teeth. I instantly smiled back at whoever smiled at me.

  I held on to his arm tightly as he led me towards an all white kitchen with a white shiny brick backsplash. White peonies, hydrangeas, roses, and lilies were beautifully placed in crystal vases throughout the home, but especially more in the kitchen. A water fountain even sprung from the wall and the title was light and ivory with a bit of rustic finish. I noticed that in this room more people nodded in Kyle’s direction as if acknowledging him.

  Boisterous laughter behind me warranted my attention. I turned around to see a plush white couch with a white fur blanket on the corner at the edge of a window with perfect views of the glistening ocean. Two beautiful naked women, tanned, smooth, wearing diamonds that cascaded down between their blossoming breasts wearing only their strappy designer Louboutin heels were on their knees, kissing each other ever so slowly. At first glance, I was stunned. It wasn’t every day I saw two beautiful women like them kissing each other in front of others who stood by watching as they drank their drinks and spoke to their friends as if they were at a sporting game.

  I heard someone speak of the weather as someone else talked sports, all the while the two women slowly, slowly, slowly kissed each other.

  Kyle took notice of my sudden curiosity.

  “Do you want to go watch?”

  I nodded.

  “Okay, I’ll be right here and will join you in a few minutes.”

  I turned to look at him with a sudden nervousness of being alone.

  “You’re fine, I promise. I just need to say hello to a few colleagues.”

  With each step the clicking from the heels of my shoes seemed to magically correspond to the hypnotic beat that boomed throughout the house. Some DJ! The beats layered with the gritty synthesizer was so sexy, anyone without a single ounce of arousal, would feel heightened and empowered just from the sound.

  As I approached closer, to the left of me, I noticed a glass staircase that led up above and I could hear a woman’s high pitched moaning. Before I could think further about the woman’s moaning, a woman’s touch startled me.

  “Isn’t it something?” A woman next to me asked with tumbling jet black hair and pearls beautifully laced.

  Behind her mask I saw her dark rimmed eyes stare at me. Her lips were perfectly nude as her teeth were perfectly white and brilliant like veneers.

  “I...uh, yes. It is.” She lightly trailed her fingers over my clammy skin before crossing her arms all the while still holding a cocktail.

  “They’ve been kissing like this for at least half an hour and it’s driving me pretty much mad. How can they have so much self-control. Just fucking get it on.” She laughed as she took a sip.

  “Madam?” A server handed me another pink drink and I took a sip as I felt instantly at ease with this stranger next to me.

  I liked her. She was funny. I took another sip of my drink and let my tongue trail along the glass rim. This act caught the stranger’s attention. I could practically see her eyes popping out of her mask and I cleared my throat to cover a light laugh.

  I watched the naked women in front of me. Their nipples were hard. Their juices flowed past their bare pussy and down their firm tan skin. Both were on their knees and with their thighs slightly spread apart as they slowly teased each other with long kisses, yet they barely broke past the entrance of each other’s lips.

  As one would slowly open her mouth, the other would hold her lips open for a few seconds and seductively drag her bottom lip along her lover’s wet eager top lip. Then she would kiss with both of her lips the top, and vice versa.

  A man next to me was obviously aroused as he grumbled his frustration of wanting them to get it on already.

  “It’s part of the game. Hesitation. The build up. You can practically cum just by watching with the build up. Arousal is an art.” The female stranger instructed.

  Arousal is an art. I liked that. I thought about Kyle, and our conversation in the car about the very same topic, arousal, the viewing of it all being like an art museum. They were right. There definitely was quite a lot to look at!

  “So...how long will they do this for?”

  She ever so slowly looked at me. I couldn’t see the motion of her eyebrows. Those were always a dead giveaway of so many emotions.

  “Until someone is ready to change it.”

  I watched the two beautiful women drive each other mad. Behind the women was a perfect view of the glistening water below. The waves coming in slow steady waves adding as a perfect accompaniment to their ever slow seductive kissing. Especially with the hipster synthesizer music blasting, making you feel like you were on a cloud of some fantasy.

  Beside them on a side table was a digital clock. It designated when each second and each millisecond passed. I was just about to comment about the clock when the flicking strobe light from above could no longer remain just a curious observation any longer. What was upstairs?

  “They just made it to thirty-five minutes.” She said.

  “Have you been waiting here this whole time? I mean, watching?”

  She nodded as her pointer tapped against the glass.

  “I have.”

  I was just about to ask if that’s all they’ve been doing when she placed her drink in my hand.

  “And I’m getting quite wet and hungry. Hold my drink will you? Be a doll?”

  Suddenly, a bad-ass melody played over head, the bass was low, the music hypnotic. Total perfect song for the bad-ass move she just did; she had everyone’s attention.

  She stood in front of the ladies and slowly unzipped her dress from the side and let it drop around her ankles, revealing chiseled calves, and sexy strappy heels that wrapped just shy over her mid calves.

  Damn.

  Sexy shoes.

  She wore a black lace thong with a matching bra.

  I saw the side of her elbow slide down into her panties and could see her biting her lip through the window’s reflection.

  “May I join?”

  Both of the women slowly turned in their masks, and were the poster women for seductive city.

  The blonde cocked her head to the side as her seductive eyes shifted in her mask towards her partner of the moment.

  The brunette nodded her way. The raven-haired beauty joined the couple. A few others congregated now watching the show. I mean, the art, right? Or the act? Whatever. It was hot.

  And Kyle was right. Some things do suit your fancy more than others. Sometimes you don’t appreciate the art until you’re up close and personal; then you see things you’ve never seen before and develop new tastes. I never was one for girl on girl but there was something about these women that I couldn’t shake my attention from.

  The blonde and brunette both slowly took one strap each and slowly slid the straps down the raven-haired beauty shoulders, letting them drape a bit. But that was it. Her bare shoulders were free from the straps. I wondered why she didn’t finish undressing herself. I was just about to finish my own thought when her head bobbed to the side and seductively sucked the blonde’s fingers in the same snail slow manner. She sucked just the tip cau
sing the other woman to gasp.

  The brunette held her hand near as the raven-haired stranger gave the blonde the same treatment of the slow kissing gesture. She then leaned forward and the three of them slowly started kissing each other, slowly, slowly, slowly.

  I took a sip of my drink and looked at the digital clock.

  9:48:26 it had been at least two minutes since I looked at the clock last.

  I felt Kyle’s presence beside me.

  “Ah, drinking doubles now are you? Because all you have to ask is for a double.”

  I let out a little laugh and whispered. “No, it’s the woman’s in the middle. She asked for me to hold it.”

  Just as I explained the drinks to Kyle, the brunette became hungry with the song change and lowered the bra just below the hanging of her breast and went straight for her left nipple as her partner followed suit.

  The raven-haired stranger let out a low, long sigh. It was a deep moan; a moan that was so fucking hot I wanted to jump right in with them. I felt my pussy spoiling my panties.

  I felt Kyle smiling at me as I turned to him.

  “Thought you’d like this one.”

  The blonde then reached for the raven-haired beauty and welcomed her on the couch and sat her down between them but she left her panties alone. And her bra still hung under her breasts.

  “Since she asked to join, she’s not allowed to do anymore more unless they do it to her or tell her what to do.”

  I nodded curious as to what was going to happen next. A few people to my right began making out and they walked away towards these open glass doors to a terrace where there were cabanas. It seemed like a more private area, the most private place in the house. A woman followed them. I was guessing this area was perhaps the threesome, foresome, perhaps orgie wing? I didn’t know.

  I wondered if Kyle was wanting to do anything in that wing.

  The girls began kissing ever so slowly in front of the raven-haired beauty as they teased her hardened nipples. This caused her to buck her hips and you could see her legs squirming together, as if trying to calm down her arousal.

  Then the blonde slid her hand down the stranger’s stomach and stopped just right above her panty line, drawing an invisible line just above the lace seam. She trailed lightly back...and forth, slowly as the two of them continued ever so slowly kissing and twisting the girl’s nipples. Her moans were now rising and it was obvious to all her escalading desire.

  I was getting wetter by the second. I wondered if she felt like she might explode.

  9:46:28 I finished my drink and a server came by and asked if he could take care of my drinks.

  “Uh, this is my drink and her ... her drink.” I looked at it curiously and felt a bit apprehensive. I didn’t want anyone upset with me...especially the stranger if she wanted that specific drink and trusted me with its’ care.

  “Don’t worry. She’ll get another one. She’ll be there for a while.” He soothed my unease.

  “Oh...okay.”

  My hands were now free and I felt my desire rising, flooding like chills and I needed a change of scenery fast or I was going to go crazy. This slow-as-Christmas arousal delivery was making me about ready to explode!

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  “How about a tour of the house?” His sexy voice called out to me. I turned to face him just to make sure it was him—Kyle—the man who made my body respond in a way that no other man could. Like Pavlov’s Bell, his voice created an instant response and I tingled from head to toe.

  It was him. My body assured me so.

  “What? And miss this four hour show?” I teased.

  “They’ll still be here. Trust me. Those two are known for what they do.”

  He led me through the contemporary luxurious home. We passed a few couples laughing and sipping their drinks. The front of the house had an easy walkway around the stairs with minimal décor yet the pieces that did stand, stood or were hung in grand elegance and sophistication. The home rivaled any feature in Elle décor magazine.

  We approached the foot of the stairs, glass stairs with all glass railing that curved to the side. As we walked up the stairs, I heard that moaning sound again from a woman and my heart pounded loudly into my ears and pounded doubly as loud in my throbbing curious pussy. She was just so curious here! I couldn’t help it.

  I tried to shoot her a message that she would have her fun in due time. To trust my judgment but she pounded harder and with more intensity at my reasoning. I swallowed down my crazy arousal as I looked down to the others as we climbed the stairs.

  A woman was spread eagle on a couch on the right side of us with her legs propped up and a man was doing her slow and hard while another man watched and stroked his short beard. I wondered which was her partner...partner. The man she went home with. It was hard to tell. Her hand was on the other gentleman’s crotch that happily sprung through his boxer briefs and stood at perfect attention.

  I grew wetter by the millisecond.

  I felt like I was in another world somewhere in the clouds. In this moment, medical school didn’t exist, Shelly, my family, no one...it was just me in this euphoric etheric sex world that enveloped every sensory cell in my body.

  The music blazed and my head automatically nodded to the synthesizer’s sexy beat. I suddenly felt daring, powerful, like a confident experienced sex kitten. As we reached the top of the stairs, I was blown away from the view of the glimmering ocean and the full harvest moon that glowed proudly. The sight of the glow and the power of the moon ushered an intensity inside of me that made me want to fuck like crazy. The crazies come out in a full moon, right? Well here in this sex world, the sex crazed has definitely arrived.

  An entire floor existed beyond a small wall that hung modern art. Before I could look at the other attractions, a server served us a very chic looking drink in a short crystal glass.

  The drink was black and had a toothpick with a cherry.

  “It’s a black cherry. Filled with tons of aphrodisiacs.”

  I immediately popped the cherry in my mouth and started sucking on it enjoying the rich unique flavor. It tasted almost like a red velvet cake in the overwhelming sweet intensity. Yet it had just the right amount of smooth liquor.

  “It’s....very potent.”

  He laughed. “And it turns your lips black.”

  I gasped. “It does not!”

  I didn’t want to ruin my makeup. He laughed. As he spun around and pulled me close into his arms and kissed me passionately, so intimately, had it not been for the observant server near me, I would have dropped my glass had he not picked it up from my hand from the way he made my body melt like pudding.

  Wow.

  That felt...intense.

  It felt like I had never been kissed. I felt every texture not only on his tongue, but his stubble on his cheek, the smell of spicy cologne amplified a thousand times. It felt like I had to be experiencing the after math of some sort of drug laced in the drink.

  Had to. Never had I experienced that before.

  “It also intensifies every feeling.”

  Oh god, did it! My pussy’s ears didn’t have to hear that twice. She vibrated and buzzed so much in heated need right then and there that I could have cum just by standing there with my juicy folds naturally rubbing against my thong.

  The masked server smiled at me and handed my drink back to me. I needed to be careful with this naughty poison.

  “Thank you.”

  He nodded and smiled again.

  I pulled Kyle close to me with the collar of his shirt. “I’m so damn horny, I want you right now.”

  He kissed my neck and trailed his lips up to my ear and whispered. “But there’s so much to see first. And besides, I want you so hot you can’t stand it.”

  I just wanted to shout, “Fuck me already!” But I bit my lip and let him kiss me deep before he pulled away and took a sip of his own drink.

  “So, babe. Where’d you like to go?”

  I was just a
bout to give a hazy answer when I heard that loud moan again.

  The long drawn out moan turned to high pitched cries, almost the type of cries that sound like a woman in serious distress. I couldn’t tell the difference between moans of pleasure or moans of pain.

  I turned to face Kyle and leaned into him close.

  “That sounds...” I couldn’t finish. I took a sip of the black drink forgetting again of it staining my lips.

  “The stain is almost like a stamp of accomplishment. We are in the black room, otherwise known as the formal red room back at the club.”

  The red room.

  “Come on.” His hand held mine tightly.

  My grasp on his arm was tighter as the strobe lights flickered simultaneously with the beats of the hypnotic sexy stimulating music. The base was so loud I felt it vibrating even my pussy, which added to more pleasure and desire.

  We approached one couch on the left that held a woman in the middle sandwiched between two men. They sat watching a woman who stood in front of them whose arms were held up from the ceiling of some sort of chain or rope I couldn’t tell from the dark blinking to light. Yet one thing remained constant in front of her and that was a screen projection of a set of big juicy lips with a finger running along the lips and teeth. Her back was facing us and when the lights flickered again, I noticed she still wore her heels and a thong. Something was causing her to buck her hips wildly as her butt pushed out.

  “What...what are they doing to her?” I said feeling concerned with a rising alarm heating my body.

  Her head leaned back as she cried out in a moan.

  “No one does anything they don’t want up here. They sign up for it. Don’t worry, everyone has a safe word. It’s a rule.”

  I nodded quickly as the music changed to a beautiful voice of a woman singing airy to a hopeful beat. This seemed to change her behavior as the drums escalated to a huge explosive sound.

  “She’s nipple clamped. And they’ve turned her around to tease her.”

  On the projector, a beautiful erect nipple of a plump breast hung. The juicy lips delicately trailed the nipple, the tongue generously lapping over the nipple ever so softly before the indulgent lips generously sucked harder and harder.