With a squeal, followed by a long Ooh! The girl beneath me came. I felt a gush of fluid around my cock, which was fully inserted in her cunt, as it spurted the last of my ejaculation.
"Oh, hun, that's so good!" I breathed. She just grunted, breathing heavily
After a short time she said,
"You're as good as they say."
Curious, I asked, "As good as who says?"
"Oh, you know. Other girls you've fucked from the Tuesday Club. Word gets around you know. That's why I'm here. I wanted to see if it was true. I'm very happy to say it is."
I moved back a little, allowing her to bring her legs down from around her ears. I was contemplating what to do next when she forestalled me by asking if she could have a shower.
"Of course." Hoping for more sex I said, "You can stay the night if you like."
"Uhh, no. Thanks," she hesitated a little, then seemed to decide to continue, "my husband will worry if I'm not home by midnight." She went off to shower.
I hadn't realised she was married. She certainly wasn't wearing a ring, nor was there a pale patch on her ring finger. I check these things.
It was none of my business. She'd been willing, eager even, from the moment I met her in the bar nearby. She was one of a group of friends I'd been..well, to put it bluntly, fucking for the past few weeks. I'd noticed them in a local bar I used quite a lot, a group of good-looking early to mid-twenties girls out for a good time. They were there again the next week. I didn't approach them, even though they were all eminently fuckable as they were clearly intent on being a tight-knit group. But on the third week, one of them approached me. She sat on the stool next to me, ostensibly to order a drink but she gave me
that
look. The look that says, "Play your cards right and I'm yours for the night." I played my cards right and took her home. She was delicious, literally and figuratively: a delight to fuck and lock out. The following week one of the others picked me up. And so it went on to the latest one. They called themselves the Tuesday Club. They egged each other on.
She came back from the shower smelling lovely, kissed me quickly and left. I lay back, not really sleepy, just enjoying the aftermath of good sex.
The front door opened and closed. It was my flatmate, Paul. I heard two voices, the second being his girlfriend, Kathy. They'd been dating for some time now. Kathy came and stayed two or three nights a week. I saw her occasionally in the morning but didn't really know her. She was certainly attractive but as she was attached to Paul I didn't take much notice of her. I was a little curious, though, because I'd heard them having sex more than once and, to be indiscreet, it never seemed to last very long. As I wasn't sleepy on this particular night I wondered if they'd do it. If they did I couldn't really help hearing them. Sure enough, about half-an-hour later I heard them go into Paul's room. There was some murmuring and then the sound of them getting into bed. That was very quickly followed by the unmistakable sounds of sex in progress. After just a few minutes I heard two almost simultaneous gasps and they stopped. That was it. There were some sounds of positions being adjusted, but that was all.
In the morning I was making toast when Paul came in.
"Morning!" I said brightly.
"Oh, Cam, morning. I'm glad I caught you. I've got some family business come up. I've got to go away for a week or so. Just to let you know OK?"
I shrugged, "Sure."
That was on a Wednesday. He left on Thursday. On Saturday I went to a party held by one of the girls from the Tuesday Club. I was hoping to score, of course, but it turned out those girls all had husbands or steady boyfriends with them so I was very much a spare part. But I like a good party, so I danced, chatted, drank a little. Towards the end of the evening, I went into the music room, which was empty and silent at that moment, but just as I entered through one door, who should enter through the other door but Kathy.
It shouldn't have been a big deal, but for some reason, perhaps psychological, I saw her as a free woman for the first time. She looked gorgeous! She was quite tall, slim, her figure being nicely shown off by a clingy black dress with a plunging neckline indicating full and shapely breasts, flowing down to nice wide hips. Her legs were shapely too, set off by high heels. Her oval face was beautifully framed by shoulder-length black hair which shone like her dark eyes. Her nose was straight, her mouth wide but not too wide. When she smiled her white teeth sparkled and her cheeks dimpled.
"Oh, Hi Kathy. How are you!"
"Fine thanks, Cameron.You?"
"Yes, thanks. Have you heard from Paul?"
"Yes, he said it's all going ok and he might be back in less than a week."
"Ah! That's good then."
Just then the music started again with a poppy, bouncy number. We looked at each other a little embarrassed, but I asked Kathy if she wanted to dance. She nodded so we bobbed, swayed and gyrated as you do for a couple of tunes. She showed no inclination to stop so we continued until a slow number came on. I hesitated a little, but then I moved closer and spread my arms in invitation. I assumed she'd decline a smooch but to my surprise she embraced me, put her arms around my neck and her head on my shoulder. It felt good. Too good. I felt my cock twitch with an incipient erection. Soon it was an actual erection. I tried to manoeuvre so as to keep it from touching her, but to my amazement, she pressed her hips against me, hard. We gyrated slowly like that. She straightened up once, looked me in the eye, without moving away then pressed herself in again. It felt so good. She even smelled lovely.
When that tune finished, she pulled away saying that she had to leave now. I was a bit disappointed, but not surprised. She was Paul's girlfriend after all. As there didn't seem to be much more happening I found the hostess and said my goodbyes, during which she stuck her tongue down my throat. That augured well for the future, I thought. Maybe I could go through the whole Tuesday Club for a second time...
I went upstairs to retrieve my jacket which, as usual at parties, was in a heap on a bed. When I opened the door and went in, Kathy was in there looking for her coat.
I didn't say anything, and neither did she, but something passed between us in that moment. We wanted each other badly. I know it sounds unlikely but it was so. I closed and locked the door, walked over to her, took her in my arms and we were instantly kissing passionately. I ran my hands down her back and squeezed her nice round prominent bum, then caressed her left breast through her dress. She stopped, looked at me with an expression that only meant one thing to me. Without saying a word, she lay on the bed across the coats. I undid my jeans, took my cock out, pushed up the skirt of her dress, shoved the gusset of her panties to one side, entered her wet cunt and began fucking her like it was my last time. She was equally transported, thrusting her hips up against mine as hard as she could and making all sorts of animal noises. I didn't last very long before I was overtaken by a monumental orgasm making me come and shudder for ages. I think she came too, though I couldn't swear to it.
We lay gasping and breathing heavily for some time before I pulled out and rolled off her. She stood up quickly, adjusted her knickers and went out of the room without a word. I found my jacket and followed a little later.
Nothing like that had ever happened to me before. Over the next twenty-four hours I went over the incident many times. Had I been too forceful? We hadn't talked at all. I am usually meticulous about the issue of consent and I always say that I'm only interested in a hook-up. And I always use a condom. But in that moment I never gave these things a thought. After several mental replays I was reassured that I hadn't overstepped the mark regarding consent. She'd made the sex happen just as much as I had. I also felt a little guilty about the fact that she was Paul's girlfriend. But she'd made as much of the running as I had and she was a free woman. I just hoped she wasn't regretting it now. I certainly wasn't. It had been fantastic.
By Sunday evening, I felt better about it all. I decided that it was definitely a one-off and that I'd file it away under 'curious happenings.' Then I got a phone call.
"Hi. It's Kathy. Look, I know it's a bit awkward, but..hmmm, there are a few things of mine I've left in your flat. Can I come and get them tomorrow evening, after work?"
"Er, yes, sure, of course."
"That's cool then. See you about six?"
When she'd hung up I pondered the conversation for a while. Was there anything else behind it, or did she just want to collect her things? She wasn't living here, so there couldn't be that much to collect. I found that I was hoping it was a ploy. I couldn't take that for granted, however, so I decided to play it cool and be a perfect gentleman.
Just after six, the door buzzer sounded. I let her in. She looked fabulous in very tight dark green trousers and a tight bright green top that showed off her ample breasts perfectly. It had an opening across the front that showed a lot of cleavage.
