Overwhelmed

by Marita A. Hansen

  “I need to go to the toilet,” I said, not lying, because Tom was now pressing on my bladder.

  He laid my bra over my breasts. I put it back on and pulled up my dress, turning so he could re-tie the back. He shifted to the side to let me out. I headed down the staircase Eric had gone, wondering whether he had the woman on the sex swing. It was too dark to see, not that I wanted to, because I was definitely not a voyeur. Watching people having sex was embarrassing, even more than them watching me. I frowned, realising it hadn’t felt bad letting Tom do that to me in public. We’d had sex in the sea before, the thought that someone could catch us both scaring and thrilling me. Maybe I was an exhibitionist, since I preferred being watched.

  While thinking about it, I entered the bathroom and walked into the free stall, the other one occupied. I sat down on the toilet, my ears perking up as heavy breathing came from the neighbouring stall. A feminine moan filled the air, then a British male voice said something too soft for me to decipher. I pulled a face, realising it was Eric and the woman I’d danced with, the two obviously having sex.

  Something banged into the wall next to me—or someone, causing me to jolt. I flushed the toilet and got out, washing my hands quickly, not wanting Eric and Fiona to think I’d been listening to them. Feeling disappointed that the man would have sex with Fiona, I went for the door. He was definitely too good-looking for her. I frowned, hoping that wasn’t jealousy, because she was nice, and if she wasn’t good-looking enough, I wasn’t either. I was definitely not in Eric’s league, and it wasn’t like I wanted him, Tom was all I needed. If anything, I wasn’t even in Tom’s league, my husband way better looking than me.

  Forcing all thought of Eric out of my head, I pushed through the door, finding Tom waiting for me in the passage.

  He smiled and pointed to the straps on the wall. “You interested?”

  “How about you?” I smiled back, pushing down my nerves.

  “You’d look better. Come on, try it.”

  “I thought you wanted to have sex.”

  “It can wait.” He wriggled his eyebrows. “Or maybe we could do it while you’re tied up.”

  I glanced to my left. “Not here,” I said, getting an eyeful. A few people were having sex on the swing and cushioned table, the dim light not hiding a thing.

  “I still want to see you tied to the wall,” Tom replied, “even if it’s only for a few minutes.”

  I moved past him and raised my hands to the leather straps. He rewarded me with a big grin, that playful spark in his eyes relaxing me. This was only for us, just something new we could experience as a couple, something fun and a bit naughty.

  As he strapped me in, his expression grew serious. He moved close and kissed me, then placed his nose against mine. “I love you...”

  I stiffened, knowing what was coming. “Don’t say the rest,” I said, not wanting to hear the ‘...even though you drive me crazy.’

  “I just love you,” he replied, causing me to feel guilty for getting uptight. He kissed me again, his hand running down my side. “You look so beautiful tonight.”

  I smiled against his lips. “You too.”

  He pulled back with a frown. “I look beautiful?”

  I smirked, amused by his perplexed look. “I mean hot.”

  His frown disappeared. “I certainly am.” Grinning, he touched his arse with a finger, imitating a sizzling sound.

  I laughed.

  Moving his hands to my hips, he cocked his head to the side and kissed my neck, silencing my laugh, his soft lips causing goose bumps to rise across my flesh. I inhaled sharply as his teeth nipped at my ear, my pulse rising along with my libido.

  The bathroom door opened behind him, catching my attention. Fiona emerged straightening her dress, her expression extremely happy. Eric came out next, stopping to look at me, his eyes lighting up as though on fire. Fiona turned back, saying something to him. He nodded, then headed up the staircase with the woman, glancing back at me before disappearing around the corner.

  “Untie me,” I said, wanting to go somewhere more private. Not because Eric had made me nervous ... scratch that ... he had. Every time he looked at me, he pulled my focus away from Tom, which was starting to piss me off. This night was about me and Tom, not some guy who wouldn’t stop staring at me.

  Tom started undoing the straps. Once freed, I rubbed my wrists, wanting to disguise the fact that my hands were shaking, the sexual attention starting to overwhelm me.

  “You want to go to the room with the round bed?” Tom asked.

  I nodded. We headed up the stairs and past the threesome on the bed, which surprisingly didn’t embarrass me—unlike Eric. We descended the next staircase. The main room of the club was now relatively full, with people dancing to the techno music, talking or drinking.

  Tom held open the curtain to the room by the bar. I entered, finding it unoccupied. Another threesome was taking place, but this time on the large television screen, with two men double-teaming a woman. I tilted my head to the side, fascinated that both their cocks could fit into her—

  Without warning, Tom grabbed me and threw me onto the round bed, making me squeal. Looking like he wanted to ravish my body, he climbed on top of me and reached behind my neck. “I want to fuck you so bad,” he said, untying my bow. “Right here, right now.” He yanked down my dress, almost ripping it in the process, his roughness thrilling me. He unhooked my bra and latched onto my breast with his mouth, sucking it hard. A second later, his hand slipped under my dress, his fingers burrowing beneath my G-string.

  Noise came from the curtained door. A woman and a man appeared; the overweight couple I’d seen earlier. They sat down on the chairs a few feet away and started kissing, not paying us any attention. Scratch that, the woman was. Her gaze kept flicking to Tom, who was too caught up with mauling my tits to notice.

  I looked away from them, not feeling as self-conscious as I thought I would. Maybe because they didn’t make me feel threatened. If anything, it was a little thrilling to have them watch, or more precisely, for the woman to watch Tom. It was almost as though I was saying: ‘He’s mine and you can’t have him, even though I know you want him bad.’

  Tom’s mouth moved up to my ear, his breath caressing my skin. “I don’t care if anyone sees us; I just want to be inside of you, no, I fucking need to be inside of you.”

  My gaze flicked back to the couple. The woman was no longer watching Tom, too caught up with kissing her own partner. I breathed out, knowing that it was now or never.

  Tom pushed down his pants and moved my G-string aside, penetrating me without taking it off. He started rocking into me, my man taking what he wanted. I pushed back, purring as he lowered his mouth to my right breast. He suckled it for a while, then moved to the other one, making me completely forget where we were, my mind only concerned with his mouth and body. I gripped onto his head, my moans merging with the porno. Or were those sounds coming from the other woman? It didn’t matter; all I cared about was the feeling of Tom on top and inside of me, causing intense pleasure to race through my body.

  His groans grew as his thrusts started coming harder and faster. He let go of my breast, and strained as he pushed for an orgasm, his determination written across his face. Then he let out a loud growl, his cock pumping inside of me a second later. I clamped onto his arse and pushed my pelvis up so I could come too. It wasn’t strong, but it was nice, something I didn’t think I could do in front of other people.

  Tom remained still for a few moments before pulling out. He yanked up his pants and grabbed a towel, seemingly unconcerned that the large woman was openly gaping at his cock, which was jutting out of his pants. I refrained from smiling as I fixed my bra and dress, her partner not looking so amused.

  “Let’s have a shower,” Tom said.

  We left the room. A couple of women were now dancing in the bird cage with their partners watching. We ascended the staircase, my gaze flicking to Eric, who was lying on the couch naked, with a di
fferent woman on top of him.

  I veered down the other set of stairs, entering the bathroom with Tom. He stripped down and got into the shower first, turning to me as I slipped off my dress. “Are you happy you came now?” he asked, washing his cock.

  I removed my underwear. “Yeah,” I replied, my self-consciousness evaporating a little.

  Tom’s face lit up. “I like it too, though it’s nowhere near as raunchy as they made it out to be at the other place. With the way they were talking, you’d think there would be a Roman orgy with a resurrected Caligula riding some guy’s arse.”

  I laughed. “It’s definitely raunchy, just not as much as I thought it would be,” I said, getting into the shower.

  He handed over the showerhead and got out, his cock still semi-hard. Once I was finished, I turned off the shower and grabbed a towel, quickly drying myself.

  “You didn’t seem to mind the couple in the room,” he said, pulling on his pants.

  “It sort of felt like when we shared a room with Phillipa and Joey as teenagers, though at least Phillipa didn’t stare at your cock like that woman did.”

  “Oh, she did. She kept groping it and even offered to suck me off.”

  My smile fell. “What?”

  “Don’t worry, I never took her up on the offer, that chick would’ve given me an STD.”

  I scowled at him. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

  “I’m kidding!” He started laughing. “Looks like you can’t tell when I lie after all.”

  I smacked his arm. “You prick!”

  “Payback for making me wait three years for a fuck.”

  “That was your own fault for hooking up with a catholic virgin,” I said, now grinning.

  “Not so virginal now, you wanton hussy.” He snapped his teeth at me, giving me a sexy growl.

  I laughed.

  He slipped his shirt on. “So ... would you like to hook up with anyone here, maybe a threesome or a foursome?”

  I shrugged. “What about you?”

  He shrugged too. “Not sure, but if you want to, I won’t say no. This is as much for you as it is for me, if not more. I know you feel like you missed out when you were younger.”

  I shrugged again.

  “No use shrugging,” he said. “This is your opportunity to experience whatever sexual fantasy you have, but as long as we both feel comfortable. This is for you and me, not anyone else.”

  I nodded, agreeing, although I still wasn’t sure I could do it with another guy. I dropped the towel in the basket and picked up my G-string, pulling a face as I slipped it on. “You drenched them.”

  He grinned wide. “I think this place is definitely turning you on.”

  “No, I meant your cum.”

  “Then leave it off.”

  “I can’t do that.”

  “Why not? Actually, why wear anything? There are others walking around naked and you’ve got a great body, plus you’ve done nude sunbathing before.”

  “I’m not ready yet,” I said, pulling on my bra. I slipped my dress back on, but kept the G-string off, the thing giving me a constant wedgie.

  Once ready, we left the room. I stopped in my tracks as a naked Eric Firth headed down the staircase. His eyes were locked onto my face and his hard cock pointed right at me.

  7

  PAST

  Everything was going great with Tom. We’d been together for three months now and all my worries about him meeting my parents had been for nothing. Dad thought he was great, Mum thought he was adorable, my younger sister couldn’t care less who I went out with, while I had a permanent smile on my face when I was with him. It just felt right.

  It was too soon to call it love, but...

  I loved being with him.

  I loved talking to him.

  I loved cuddling him.

  AND

  I most definitely loved making out with him, especially when he whispered things into my ear, telling me I was the most beautiful girl ever. I smiled just thinking about what he’d told me yesterday. That, when he was with me, it was the closest he’d ever gotten to falling in love. I mentioned it to Phillipa, and she’d said that it wasn’t a compliment, that a compliment was him actually saying he loved me. I didn’t agree, because life wasn’t about insta-love, it was about getting to know someone so you knew who you were falling in love with, not an illusion of who you thought they were.

  My grin spread, thinking my life couldn’t be more perfect. A soft patter of rain started up on the sitting room window. It was overcast and was supposed to get worse, with some heavy showers on its way. I rubbed my arms, wondering whether I should get a jacket. Nah, Tom always made me feel hot when I was around him, his words and closeness heating me up, especially when he kissed me. His kisses had started to get more fervent, but he always held back, telling me he didn’t want to go too fast since this was all new for me. Though, I really wanted him to touch me more, because my breasts were screaming for some action. I laughed, imagining cartoon boobs screaming for attention.

  “What are you laughing at?” my mother asked. I hadn’t even noticed she’d entered the room, my mind too caught up with thoughts about Tom.

  “Nothing,” I said, not wanting to tell her the contents of my stupid head. There was no way I was going to jeopardise going to the party. It was amazing she was even letting me go, though it was probably because she thought Tom was a nice boy. Thank God she hadn’t heard the nasty rumours about him—which were untrue, spread by the girl who had upset him on our first date. Her name was Jessika-with-a-K, which she told me a few days after that first date, declaring that I didn’t have a chance in keeping Tom, that he would be fucking her again. I flipped her the finger and walked off, feeling proud of myself for not hitting her.

  “You’ve gone off into your own little world again,” my mother said, snapping me out of my thoughts. “Is everything alright? Because you’ve become even more distracted lately.”

  I smiled. “Things couldn’t be better.”

  A knowing look crossed her dark-brown eyes, a touch of concern crinkling the corners. “I’m happy you’re having fun with Tom, just be aware of what boys are like. You know you shouldn’t do it until you’re married.”

  “Mum,” I said, drawing out the word. I was eighteen now, I didn’t need to be told about sex.

  She shrugged, looking non apologetic. “If he wants more than you’re willing to give, he’s not the right boy for you.”

  “He wouldn’t push me for that,” I said, wishing he did do more. Those cartoon boobs started screaming in my head, yelling: ‘Touch me, touch me!’ The funny thought dropped from my mind, JessiKa replacing it. The bitch loved pointing out that Tom had had sex with her whenever she saw me, the girl shameless.

  My mother smiled. “Tom is a nice boy. He’s a keeper. Don’t let him go.”

  I nodded, definitely not wanting to lose him, no matter how many times Jessi-freaking-Ka told me she would get him back.

  A car turned into our driveway, catching my mother’s attention. “Tom’s here.” Her eyes moved back to me. “Remember, no matter how much of a good boy he is, make sure you’re a good girl too,” she said, basically telling me not to jump Tom either. I felt like laughing, because my breasts definitely wanted to jump into his hands. Sheesh, I couldn’t get that out of my head. I’d never thought I would want a boy to touch them, but then again, Tom was more than a boy, he was my man.

  “Just be careful, Kelly,” she added.

  “I will. I would never hurt Tom and he would never hurt me intentionally.”

  “Intentions are very well and fine, but emotions can strip away everything, leaving one vulnerable to doing reckless things. You just make sure you don’t get hurt.”

  “I promise.”

  ***

  After Tom exchanged pleasantries with my mother, we got into his red Cortina and left. As we headed down Steepleton Park Drive, Tom started grinning like a little boy who’d found a bag of lollies.

  “W
hat are you grinning about?” I asked.

  He swerved over to the side of the road and pulled on the handbrake. Turning to me, he took a hold of my face. “I’m grinning because I knew I was going to do this.” He leaned forward and kissed me softly, brushing his lips against mine, his tongue stopping at the entrance to my mouth as if waiting for permission. I opened my mouth and instantly felt the warmth spread throughout my body. Tom had taught me the joys of French kissing a month ago. At first it seemed strange, but now I couldn’t get enough of his tongue, making me imagine all the other pleasures it could give. As though in answer, my pussy throbbed, begging for his mouth.

  He stopped kissing me and let go of my face, leaving my cheeks burning and the ache below throbbing unmercifully. All thoughts about being a good girl flew out the window.

  He smiled at me, his cheeks looking as flushed as mine felt. “I wanted to do that as soon as I saw you, but I didn’t want your mum sending you to a nunnery.”

  “Har-de-har-har,” I said, though I was smiling back. He loved teasing me about anything to do with Catholics since I was one.

  He shifted about in his seat, looking like he was adjusting himself below. My eyes dropped to his lap. Wow! He was hard. I looked back up at his face, going still at the sight of his smirk. Crap! He probably thought I’d been ogling his cock. Yeah, I did look, but it wasn’t intentional. My face heated even more.

  The smirk spread across his face. “You shouldn’t have looked if it embarrasses you.”

  “I was just looking at your hands,” I muttered, saying the first thing that came to mind, too horrified to admit he was right.

  He held his hands up. “And as you can see they are big, which means...” He looked back down at his pants.

  “Tom!”

  He laughed. “I’m just teasing. I know to keep it in my pants. As your mother said, ‘you’re a good girl’.” He started the engine up, then pulled out, heading down the hill.

  I turned to look out my window, annoyed he’d said that. I didn’t want to be a good girl tonight. I wanted more than just kisses, I wanted touching.

  Ten minutes later, we arrived at the house where the party was. It was down an ordinary street, with a house just as ordinary: a wooden rectangular box painted in beige. Loud music was pumping from within, Nirvana’s Smells Like Teen Spirit, which disappointed me, because I’d wanted to dance. I kept my disappointment to myself and got out of the car, especially since I was here for Tom, not dancing. A smile spread across my face as he rounded the bonnet. Yeah, I was definitely here for him.