Her Primal Pleasure: A First Adventure in Compersion

by Patricia Lovore

  “Do you want a lift?” John asked.

  “Yeah, okay. I’m a little tipsy” Heather responded with a short laugh.

  They got into John’s truck. It started with a rumble that Heather could feel through the bench seat, shaking her core with a dull, rapid thudding from the engine.

  “Are you sure you’re okay with riding with me?” John asked as he put his hand on Heather’s left arm.

  Heather felt his palm on her bare skin and looked into his eyes and she found herself blushing. She melted inside as she pushed into his lips. Her heart raced. She could feel her head pound. John’s arms wrapped around her. As the tips of their tongues caressed one another, Heather felt a surge of angst rush hotly down her chest. John brushed her dark hair back over her ear. Heather felt his forceful grip as his hand ran down the back of her ribs. She felt like she was about to cum. She imagined herself losing control right there on the front seat. John wasn’t Alan. John was different. John was forbidden.

  Was Alan watching? She hoped so. What if her friends found out? Worse, what if her family found out? They were in a parking lot.

  Heather pushed away from John, which wasn’t hard. John wasn’t forcing himself on her.

  “Are you okay?” John asked.

  “Yeah. Ummm…..yeah, I’m fine. I think I’ve just had too much to drink. Look, I think I should go. I’m sorry”

  “Did I do something wrong?” John asked with concern.

  “No, not at all. I just think I need to go home. You didn’t do anything wrong”

  “Can I text you some time, Heather?”

  “Yeah, you have a pen?”

  John found a pen from the center console. Heather quickly scribbled her number on the back of an old random business card John had.

  “It really was nice meeting you, John” Heather said, smiling as she shut the door to the truck and walked away.

  She hoped John would leave before he might have seen her trying to find Alan. She walked down the row of cars in the parking lot. She looked back at the truck and could see the red tail lights of it brighten and then the white back up lights lit up with the reverse shift. John backed up and started driving out of the lot, away from Heather.

  It took a few minutes, but Heather found her and Alan’s familiar grey sedan. Alan was in the driver seat. She opened the passenger side of the car.

  “Let’s go home Alan” she said as she got in.

  “Everything alright?” Alan asked.

  “Yes, fine. I just couldn’t go……to another bar”

  “Did he do something?” Alan asked.

  “Alan….I…..I kissed him, Alan. I made out with him”

  “It’s okay” Alan said, looking at her.

  “Alan………….I liked it” Heather said quietly as she turned her head and looked at him, right into his eyes.

  Alan kissed her on the lips, softly. What was soft became firm, then hard and passionate. Heather could feel the turmoil she had created inside him and she was equally as excited. She could feel her heart starting to pound again. They drove home after making out for almost an hour in the parking lot.

  When they got home, she and Alan paid the babysitter and barely made it to their bedroom. Heather felt as turned on as Alan. Both because she was making love with her husband and because she was thinking about John. John made her feel sexy. Alan made her feel loved. They both made her feel special. Even as Alan exploded inside her for the third time that night while she was in the midst of a lengthy orgasm, Heather still found herself thinking about John.

  A month went by. John had texted Heather a few times, and had even asked her out. Heather had told him she was busy. Things began to settle in the bedroom again, but weren’t as dull as they were before.

  Of course, Heather had told Janice about what had happened. Janice acted surprised, but not judgmental. She wanted to know what it was like with John, and with Alan there. Heather supplied the lurid details. She kind of believed that Janice might be getting a little turned on by it.

  Alan had asked Heather if she wanted to try it again. Heather wasn’t so quick to give him an answer. She took into consideration that Alan had not grown jealous. Their world had not come to a cataclysmic end. But she hadn’t done anything further with John than kissing either.

  Finally, Heather gave in. She texted John.

  ‘Yeah, I would love to get together’ John texted back.

  ‘Next Friday, The Cave at 8pm?’

  ‘That works for me’ John replied, adding a smiley face.

  Heather worked it out with Alan. She waited for him to ask her about it again. She said she was willing to try. Alan was instantly aroused. Heather hadn’t experienced this much sex in a long time. It seemed like the mere mention of her possibly wrapping herself around another man drove Alan crazy. Heather was very satisfied, but she knew she had to go through with it to keep Alan’s libido going.

  Alan wasn’t going to be there this time. She was going out alone. Heather told Alan it was going to be the same guy, and of course the night and where she was going to meet him. Alan seemed happy for her. It was bizarre to Heather, but it was what she had come to understand as Compersion. It mean that Alan liked the idea of her being sexually satisfied. Janice seemed to be into it too, to some degree. She wanted Heather to text her while she was out on her ‘date’ with John.

  It was Friday. Heather was checking herself in the mirror. She had pulled her dark hair back into a loose pony tail. She had her shirt unbuttoned just far enough to attract attention, but not to advertise. Her phone jiggled, signaling a text message.

  ‘Get ‘em Tiger. Text me later’ read the incoming text from Janice.

  Heather smiled and continued to give herself one last look. She was off to The Cave.

  Heather arrived at The Cave at 7:55. She was nervous. My first affair-date and with my husband’s blessing, she thought. Then she thought about the tip of John’s tongue again. She walked through the front door.

  The Cave was a little bit of a dive, but it wasn’t the worst bar in town. Heather did feel a little out of place. She was on the mature end of the spectrum of the clientele that frequented The Cave. Still, it wasn’t as big as the place where she had met John. It was a little more intimate. This wasn’t so bad. Perfect for someone trying to be somewhat discrete.

  “Can I get you started with something?” a waitress who looked underage asked Heather.

  “Uh, yes, I will have a dry martini, and could you bring a Corona also?”

  “Sure thing” the waitress said as she walked away.

  Heather looked around, which didn’t take long due to the size of the place. John was not there yet. She found a booth and slid into it. It was slightly dark and the vinyl on the seats was worn and faded. Her phone vibrated again. It was a text from Alan.

  ‘What’s going on?’ he had texted.

  ‘Nothing yet’ Heather texted back.

  ‘I’m running late, be there in five. Sorry’ read the incoming text from John.

  ‘Is he there? Are you going to do anything?’ read the second text from Alan.

  ‘Not promising anything’ Heather texted to Alan. She enjoyed putting Alan in suspense, keeping him on edge. She felt in control of two men now. It was a little exciting, she admitted to herself.

  Heather looked up and saw John enter the bar. He saw her sitting in the booth and they exchanged smiles. She watched him walk over. He was wearing jeans and a t-shirt under a faded work jacket. She was also wearing jeans and she was sporting her high heels. She was trying to look casual but cute. John sat and flashed his boyish smile at her again.

  “Hey, sorry I am late. Did you get my text?”

  “Yeah. I got it” Heather said just as the waitress returned.

  “A martini, dry, and one Corona” the waitress stated as she placed the drinks in front of them on the table.

  “You want me to keep it open for ya?” the waitress asked.

  “Please” Heather said.

 
“Thanks” John said taking a sip from his bottle “I didn’t think you’d want to see me again”

  “Were you surprised?” Heather asked.

  “Yeah, but pleasantly” John responded.

  “Did your sister make it into town alright?”

  “Huh? Oh, yeah, she was in town for a week. I had to run her around and be a good host”

  “That is kind of you, you’re a good brother” Heather said, winking at him.

  “I try. She stayed with a girlfriend for part of the time, so I only shared the burden” John said with a laugh.

  John talked more about his sister. She was a painter up in Seattle. A struggling artist is what John described her as.

  “Anyway, it’s hard for people our age to chase dreams and make a decent living at the same time. I hope it happens for her. She has a show coming up. I have my fingers crossed for her. So where do you see yourself at thirty?”

  When Heather heard the last part, she almost choked on the sip she was taking from her martini. Oh my god, she thought as she realized that John thought she was much younger. Heather felt so warm inside, she couldn’t suppress the smile on her face. She blushed with joy.

  “You okay? Did I say something?” John asked, seeing Heather’s face change.

  “Oh, I just…..got a little of my drink down the wrong pipe” Heather said as she feigned a small cough. What could she say? ‘I’m closer to forty than I am to thirty. I’m married and a mom’? No, she thought. She was enjoying this. She could play along for a bit.

  Heather and John exchanged more small talk and ordered another round. Heather was basking in the attention from this young suitor. He wasn’t even that great of a flirt, but he was kind. Heather felt comfortable with him. He was safe, but also fun.

  John excused himself to use the restroom. Heather looked at her phone. There were two texts. One was from Alan. It was just a series of question marks, which was his way of asking what was going on. The other text was from Janice and read ‘do tell?’ Heather looked at her phone for a while, just staring at the screen. Then, she typed.

  ‘It’s gonna happen’ Heather replied to Janice.

  She then typed a second text.

  ‘I’m going to fuck’ she sent to Alan.

  John returned to the table. Heather locked eyes with him as he sat. He had no idea what she was intending to do with him.

  “Hey, the drinks here are a little watered down” she said.

  “I know” John replied, “It’s a dive”.

  “I’m not as tipsy as last time. You want to get out of here? I’d like something a little stronger”

  “Well, there is another place…..” John started before Heather cut in.

  “How about your place?” she asked.

  John smiled and sank forward a little, which Heather found endearing.

  “Sure” he said.

  Heather followed John back to his apartment. As they stepped in the front door, John started to speak.

  “It’s a little messy since my sister left”

  “I don’t mind a mess” Heather replied.

  They looked at each other for a moment and then came together. Heather felt John’s tongue return to the threshold of her mouth, probing with long strokes and jabs. He undid her pony tail and let her hair cascade down her back. Heather felt the pressure build up in her groin. She was drinking her fill of lust and was intoxicated. The pounding returned to her head as the blood coursed through her veins. She felt like she was getting laid for the first time again. Her nervousness intensified every touch from John. She thought she could feel her phone vibrating in her pocket, but she wasn’t sure if it was her phone, or her body reacting to John, who was now pulling her shirt off and exposing her breasts.

  She pulled John’s shirt off. He was young and had a tight body. She was going to be a conquest of his. She wondered how many twenty somethings he had conquered, consumed, fucked within the very walls of this apartment. How many girls had been here, where she was standing? She was ready to be one.

  John pushed Heather down onto the couch as he got on his knees and fed her his kiss again. She could feel his fingertips working under her belt line on her jeans. He had a firm hold and as he stood back up, Heather lifted both legs. John gave a smooth tug and her jeans glided right off her legs….and her underwear went with them. She was so wet. She thought she could feel her pussy quiver, almost hardening up with delight. She felt so drunk with desire. Heather was helpless as John got back on his knees and parted her labia. He sucked her clit. John was swirling his tongue around in rapid patterns that made her dizzy. Heather was thrusting uncontrollably. She built up into an orgasm that culminated in her screaming out,

  “OH MY GOD………OH JOHN…………….OH MY GOD”

  Heather had lost control. She was spasming. John pulled her up off the couch so she was standing, and kissed her deeply. His face was wet, but Heather didn’t care. She kissed him back. Heather reached down and felt how hard he was. She undid John’s belt and pulled his pants down, inspecting his cock. It was huge. John was a little bigger than Alan.

  Heather got down on the floor. She was on her hands and knees and she pressed her ass back in the air toward John, showing him her pussy. She rolled her head to the side and smiled at John as she looked back at him.

  “Fuck me, John. Please. Fuck me” she said, pleading a little.

  She felt John move down behind her. She felt his hands on her hips, pulling her as he maneuvered with is groin. Heather shut her eyes and felt the cock enter her and she inhaled reflexively.

  “Oh……oh yeah” she said as John started a slow mechanical rhythm, pushing deeper into the recesses of Heather.

  “Oh yeah John, just like that. Don’t stop. Fuck me John” Heather said.

  She felt John’s cock start to grow inside her. Heather started to cum hard and sudden.

  “OH YEAH….YEAH” Heather said as she heard John swear, firm up his grip and begin to thrust faster.

  She felt John’s cock shake inside her as it pumped repeatedly what Heather imagined to be an immense load of hot semen. She came so hard she thought she was going to pass out. John’s cum was inside of her. She let out a sigh as she felt the pressure inside her reduced greatly. John had pulled out of her and Heather felt fluids run down her thighs.

  “I want you in my bed” John said as he helped Heather up “C’mon”.

  “Wait, do you have a bathroom?” Heather asked, as she was now standing, trying to maintain her balance.

  “Yeah, it’s right there” John said, pointing to a door not five feet away.

  “Okay, give me a few minutes?” She asked John.

  “Sure, I will be in the bedroom” he said, as he stole another long kiss and walked down the hall in the apartment.

  Heather grabbed her pants and went into the bathroom. She pulled her phone out and saw that she had several texts from Alan. They seemed frantic.

  ‘What are you doing?’ read the first, followed by ‘Did you?’

  Heather texted back to Alan.

  ‘We fucked. He was inside me. I came hard. I’m going to fuck him again. Right now.’

  She put her phone back in her pants and left the bathroom. She went into John’s bedroom and found him on his bed, waiting. John was on his back and he was already hard again. She could see now that John was in fact a couple of inches longer than Alan, and had more girth.

  Heather started to crawl up John’s body, her breasts dragging over his legs, across his cock and up his torso until her lips met his again. She felt John’s arms wrap around her again and it felt like that night in the cab of his truck, outside the bar.

  She was straddling him, feeding his mouth with her kiss. Transferring silent messages of her innermost passion into him. Heather could feel John’s hard shaft of manhood twitching and flexing against her soft, spread ass like a huge tree wavering in a hard wind. It beckoned her like an index finger making a gesture of ‘come hither’, consume me, absorb me.

>   Heather eased down onto John’s cock, taking it inside her to the very base. She moved her body forward and down, forward and down, rolling her groin and looking at John’s now shut eyes. Heather rode John with deep deliberate movements until she felt herself begin to stretch inside. The pressure grew, but Heather refused to slow down. Alan had set her free. Free to enjoy this moment. She was sucking the cum out of John’s balls, taking his energy. Heather moaned softly as she felt a wave of orgasms begin to roll up her spine. John arched his back and she could feel him press further up into her as his own spasms of pleasure uncontrollably injected Heather with what she had so wanted. Heather drew a huge breath and exhaled in short puffs. She didn’t care if John tore her inside. She felt the warm saturation at the point where they conjoined, and she just laid her head under his chin.

  Alan was waiting for her. She could feel it. She did not want to leave John, but Alan was waiting. What would she tell John? Heather could hear the vibration of her phone just then, way off down the hall, in the bathroom.

  She kissed John under his chin, across his jaw.

  “I think my phone is ringing” she said with an air of disappointment.

  Heather slid off John and skulked down the hallway and retrieved her phone. Perfect timing, she thought. She liked John, obviously, but spending the night was out of the question.

  She had a text message. It was Alan.

  ‘How was it?’ read his message.

  ‘It was great’ Heather replied, ‘I’m coming home’

  ‘I want you’ Alan texted back.

  Heather returned to the bedroom and found John still laying there, where she had left him.

  “I have to go, I just got a text from a friend” Heather said, maintaining her tone of disappointment.

  “Are you sure? Is everything okay?” John asked.

  “It was great. It’s just a little family situation. Can I see you again?” Heather asked with a perkiness that she did not have to fake.

  “Yeah. I hope you will” John said warmly.

  Heather dressed and kissed John long and hard once more. She got in her car and started home.

  Would she see John again? She didn’t know. Maybe. So long as Alan gave her the option, then John was an option. Would he see her again though? Heather didn’t know, and it didn’t really matter. She felt an excitement she hadn’t had in a while. In years. She was a little sore from John and she knew some of his cum was still inside her. She felt great. She felt alive.