Still Something About the Bad Boy

Realisation dawned slowly for Katie, then suddenly came in a rush.

She was sat at her place in her older sister's wedding reception, bracketed on either side by good looking, pleasant but dim men that, like her, were in their mid-twenties and that her sister (or more likely her mother) had sat next to her in a forlorn attempt at match making. But she let their conversation wash over her while she ate her food, because she'd realised that He was there, at the wedding.

Tom.

The man who had, in one single, transformative night, changed how Katie saw sex forever.

The man who had opened her eyes to the possibilities of what sex could be like, the man who had made love to her and fucked her again and again.

The man who had meant that Katie had fallen in and out of relationships over the five years since, no partner ever able to come close to what he had given her in a magical 12 hours.

He was here. At the wedding. In the band, playing jazz music for the meal. Sat just the other side of the room.

Five years older, but she couldn't see much difference. In his mid-thirties now, he was still as stacked as ever from what she could see of the shape of him under his shirt. Maybe a few more lines around the eyes, but he looked good still.

As the buzz of happy conversation filled the room, she was focused on only one thing... remembering Tom, and what had happened five years before.

Their one night together had been one of those chance encounters, a set of circumstances never to be repeated.

Her bus being cancelled, the rain, him happening to drive past and offer her a lift home, her parents being away for the summer, her sudden crush on him having seen his band play the weekend before. Without any of those one things, it would never have happened.

But those things all did happen, and that night had been amazing. After some time spent getting to know each other they had gone for a swim in her parent's pool, and everything had happened from there. He'd made love to her on the lawn next to the pool, and that had been the start of a night of sex, sex and more sex. And orgasms... so many orgasms. Even five years on she still blushed to remember that night.

All of Katie's boyfriends up to that point had been nice, straight laced, and as she realised that night boring in bed. Tom was the opposite, an incredible, considerate lover but a bit of a bad boy, someone who openly slept around with the yummy mummy brigade in their commuter belt town, and had a somewhat mysterious history to put it mildly.

What Tom had done for her that night had left an indelible mark, and in some ways she'd never been able to move on.

The next day she'd gone to work as usual at Tom's coffee shop for her summer job, and that day had been long... Tom had been nice to her, he had been for the weeks that followed until she went back to university, but had kept it at that. It had been clear to her, without anything being said, that that night was a one off and wouldn't happen again. In some ways she was glad as he was trouble, but in others... she didn't want to have had the best sex of her life by the age of twenty. She'd have loved a repeat.

Less comfortable the next day at work had been Mark, the nice guy and colleague that she'd been sort of seeing over the weeks before. When he'd come over to chat to Katie during a lull she'd been unable to make eye contact, the guilt she felt at having slept with Tom the night before and having done things with him that Mark could only dream of too much for her.

Things between them fizzled out pretty quickly from there, Mark being too nice to actually confront her or ask outright, but pretty clearly suspecting that she'd met or slept with someone else. They'd remained cordial with each other, but whatever there had been between them had gone.

She'd had boyfriends since then, but none had lasted more than a few months. When she went back to uni she had eschewed dating other students and instead had a string of brief relationships with non-students in her university town.

Then, when she graduated and started work in London she'd avoided dating for a while, instead enjoying a series of one night stands (although 'enjoy' wasn't necessarily the term for some of those encounters).

And then, she'd spent six months falling for a married, much older colleague and that had got messy... what had started out as a fun thing rapidly got difficult when emotions got involved, and it ended suddenly despite having given her the closest experience to Tom yet.

In the aftermath, at the age of 24, Katie had realised that she'd spent four years since that night with Tom trying to recreate the magic, whether through looking for another bad boy, having one night stands, or having a relationship with an older man. But none of them did the trick, and she realised that none of them might ever... Tom had been a combination of all those things and more.

So... she'd settled down. Had met a nice guy, a friend of a friend, harmless but kind and considerate, as well as good looking. Things had been going well, he'd met her parents, they liked him.

But then, on her 25th birthday, she'd tried to get him to give her what she'd craved for five years in bed, to do even a bit of what Tom had done for her. For him to take her passionately, to fuck her, to have hot, raunchy sex all night long.

He just couldn't do it. He couldn't even pretend. And so, six months before her sister's wedding, she'd found herself single again, still pining for someone that could give her even a bit of what Tom had given her on that magical night.

And then there he was. Tom, playing just on the other side of the room. The man who she'd barely gone a day without thinking about in the last five years. Back, here, almost within touching distance.

Play it cool, she thought to herself. But, she also realised, don't play it too cool. Because if Katie didn't at least speak to him before he left she knew, without a doubt, that she'd never forgive herself.

Forcing herself to focus back on the conversation, she made small talk for the next half hour, laughing along at some lame jokes and trying to get into the swing of things. She knew that to the two men sat either side of her she would be something of a wedding fantasy... single, attractive, and what man didn't want to be able to say that they'd ended the night with one of the bridesmaids, the bride's sister no less?

But, Katie thought to herself, little do they know... she knew at that moment that she only had eyes for one man that day, and it was the man sat playing jazz over there, not either of those two.

As dessert was cleared away, the band stopped playing and left the room. Katie suddenly worried that she'd miss her chance to speak to Tom as usually the speeches followed straight after, and she couldn't possibly miss the speeches at her sister's wedding.

She felt her heart race a little as there was the usual clink of a knife on a glass and the best man stood up, but then relief. "Ladies and gentlemen, speeches will start in 15 minutes time," he announced. "And you're not going to want to miss what I'm about to tell you all about the groom." He had a wicked grin on his face as he said it, and Katie could see her new brother-in-law squirm slightly at the prospect while some knowing laughs came from around the room.

"This should be good..." laughed one of the groom's friends on their table.

Katie stood up and smiled. "Excuse me one moment, I don't want to risk missing this!"

As she left the room and walked into the main hall of the large country house where the wedding was being held her face turned serious though, focused on finding Tom and praying that he hadn't left already.

She walked through the various wedding rooms, not seeing the band anywhere, and started to worry that she'd run out of time, until she saw one of the waiting staff.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, but you wouldn't happen to know where the band that were just playing might be?" she asked with her winningest smile.

"Uhhh... I'm not sure," he replied. "But they might be round the back getting some food from the kitchen? That's often what happens."

"Which way is that?" asked Katie, a little too hurriedly but conscious that time was tight.

He pointed vaguely off in the direction of an open door to the gardens and shrugged.

Thanking him she hurried off, conscious that she only had a few minutes until she needed to be back at her seat. Outside, the warmth of the late spring sunshine hit her as she walked quickly around the edge of the building, until she rounded the corner and saw them, four men, sharing a joke and each with a plate of food.

And she froze. He was there, ten metres away, but none of them had seen her and she realised that she didn't have a clue what to say.

Finally, after a minute standing there, one of the band members saw her and said, "Are you ok? Can I help you?"

Katie fumbled for a reply, but then Tom turned towards her and, realising who it was, broke into a broad smile. "Katie!" He walked over and stood in front of her, out of earshot of his band mates. "It's been, what, five years?" She nodded shyly. "How are you?"

"I'm good thanks..." she finally managed to say. "I... I mean... How are you?"

"I'm good thanks." He smiled. "Still playing as I guess you saw. You're at the wedding?"

Katie smiled. "Yes, bridesmaid's dress a bit of a give away... it's my sister's wedding."

"Fantastic, did you enjoy our music?"

"I did, you were really good." She blushed. "I... I don't have long before the speeches start but I... well I wanted to say hi, I guess." She paused and smiled. "So hi."

"Hi to you too..." Tom looked at her for a minute and she felt herself blushing again. "You look good."

"So do you," she replied without thinking. "Umm... don't think I'm weird, but are you leaving soon? It would be, well, it would be good to catch up properly. I mean if you'd like?" Something about him made her lose all coherence, in a way that no other man could.

He smiled. "We're the band tonight, here until the end. How about I come and find you when we're on a break?"

"That would be great. Look, I've got to go but I'll see you later." She walked off but, as she rounded the side of the house, she looked back to see him watching her go, and he smiled at her, a smile she returned.

As she settled back in her seat she felt flustered. Flustered but also elated... she was going to see him again later, and that felt unbelievably exciting.

For the next few hours Katie struggled to get into the spirit of the wedding, her mind racing as she thought about what she'd say to Tom later. She had an idea, one that was very out of character for her, but her mind kept on pivoting between going with it or not.

She knew that she wanted him, badly. Five years of looking for anyone remotely as good as him and finding no one had taken its toll, and she was old enough now to know herself and know that if he came onto her later she was powerless to resist. Not that any fibre of her being wanted to resist, but this was an unusual feeling for her as she ran it around inside her head.

But what if he didn't make a move? He might not. That was the idea that would be so out of character... would Katie make the move herself? As with a lot of the wedding party she was staying the night at the country house where the reception was being held, and she'd managed to wrangle one of the more out of the way rooms for herself, in an old stable block away from her family. So... she had the means.

But did she have the bravery to ask, just once, for what she wanted?

As she listened to her aged grandfather tell her for the third time to avoid going out after dark in London because he'd read something in the news paper she zoned out, her dilemma taking up all the space in her head as she played it through.

When darkness fell the band got started, and Katie was one of the first on the dancefloor. Tom was as charismatic as he'd ever been up on stage, though his performance was very much toned down and focused on popular covers compared to when she'd seen him perform five years before, a performance that had set everything in motion for their night together a few days later.

He'd spotted her quickly this time and gave her a nod and a grin. As they played the final song before they took a quick break, Tom came on the microphone and said, "We're going to take a fifteen minute break after this, but I want to play one of our own songs for you. I hope you like it, this goes out to someone special in the audience that I'd not seen for a long, long time..."

With the song starting, Tom looked into the dancers and, staring straight into Katie's eyes, gave her a big grin and a wink, and she smiled back. As it started it took Katie straight back to that gig five years before, the very song that had started her infatuation with Tom, a catchy number though she hoped that he wasn't planning to rip his shirt off like he had five years before.

As they wound it down a few minutes later, Katie saw the band leave the room and she followed via a quick stop at the bar to grab five bottles of beer. Finding the band stood outside, she walked over, more confidently this time, and Tom saw her and introduced her to his band mates. She handed the beers round to a lot of appreciation, then her and Tom walked to a more private part of the garden and sat down on a bench.

"So...", he said after a moment. "How have you been?"

"Good, thanks," replied Katie. "Not a student any more, as you probably guessed. How about you?"

"Same old same old. You probably saw the coffee shop is no more, it got too expensive to run. But I've been doing more music, the serious stuff but also things like this to keep the money coming in."

They quickly fell in to an easy conversation catching up on that summer five years ago, although skirting around that one night that had so defined Katie's life since.

After about ten minutes, Tom said, "I'd better get back on stage, we're playing to the end I think."

As he stood up to go, Katie reached out her hand to stop him. "Wait..." she said, before struggling to think what to say next.

"Sure," Tom replied with a smile. "What is it?"

"Are you single?" she blurted out, going red when she realised. "Sorry, I didn't mean to be so direct... oh, god, I'm crap at this... ignore me..." She looked away, embarrassed. Out of all the conversations she'd played in her head earlier, that was the worst possible starter.

He sat there quietly until she looked back over at him. Finally, he replied calmly, "I am. How about you?" Until that point she'd almost forgotten his eyes, but she was mesmerised as he looked at her intently.

"I am, yes..."

"So...?" he asked.

Katie took a deep breath. "I don't normally do this but... I'm staying in the old stable block here tonight. On my own. Would you..." She took another deep breath. "Would you like to come over after the wedding? To catch up more?"

He smiled and, after a moment, said, "Catch up more?"

"Yes, the door is unlocked. I don't trust myself not to lose the key and I don't have pockets on this dress..."

"Ok... Just one thing."

She looked at him again. "Of course?"

He leaned over and kissed her gently on the lips. "That," he replied, looking her in the eyes intently, but with a smile clearly just below the surface.

Katie laughed. "That..." she said. "Now get back on stage and I'll see you later."

As she walked back into the reception her heart was leaping for joy... she'd asked, and he was coming to see her later. It promised to be a good evening.

It was the end of the night, the band had finished, and Katie had, along with those guests still standing, seen the bride and groom into their car to take them to their hotel. People were milling around happily, not wanting the night to be over but also slowly starting to make their way to their rooms and to their taxis, the reception venue staff clearly desperate to get them gone so that they could clear up and get to bed themselves.

Katie found herself talking to one of the men she'd been sat next to the reception, a pleasant enough person but someone with whom she had no spark. Not, though, that that was stopping him trying to have one last crack at going to bed with a bridesmaid.

As much to get rid of him as anything, she let him walk her back to the old stable block, but when they got there he stood expectantly, misreading that she was going to invite him in.

"So..." he said. "Where's the after party?"

Not very subtle, thought Katie. With a smile she replied, "Not here, thank you for walking me back though," and stepped through the unlocked door, locking it behind her to make the message clear to him that he wasn't coming in.

Her room was up a flight of stairs, and she could hear the shower running in the ensuite bathroom. Walking into the bedroom she saw Tom's shoes by the door, reassuringly.

He's here, she thought, this is real. Taking a moment, she stopped to look at herself in the mirror. The pale pink satin dress that her and the other bridesmaids had worn had survived the day, and was classy as bridesmaids dresses go - hugging her taller than average figure in the right places, and working well on the shoulders with her swimmers physique.

Her hair, dyed light brown nowadays and cut in a fashionable messy bob, every inch the successful corporate woman (or at least trying to give that impression) was looking ok still, and her make up was all in place. As far as possible she felt ready.

Katie had a dilemma though... did she go and join Tom, or wait for him to come out? In the end, while she thought about it, he made it easy for her, the sound of the shower turning off pointing to her staying out of the bathroom.

"Tom?" she called quietly through the door. "Is that you?"

She heard footsteps cross the bathroom, and then the door opened and he was standing there, a slight smile on his face, still wet from the shower with a towel in his hand and naked as the day he was born.

Katie couldn't help but stare. His body was as ripped as ever, muscles on muscles but not ridiculously so, it was the body of a man who kept in very good shape but to be healthy, not for vanity reasons. He was so unbelievably hot.

But what made her blush was his cock. Large, not porn star large but big for a civilian, standing semi-erect, thick and ready. It was a cock she'd dreamed about for the last five years, a cock that she wanted. And it was there, right in front of her.

Katie stepped towards Tom, not right up against him but a couple of feet away, and reached her hand down to hold it. It felt smooth to her touch, and heavy. Almost infeasibly heavy. She looked into his eyes as she held it, and she saw Tom's eyes narrow, felt him respond as the cock rapidly hardened in her hand until it was standing proud.

Without wasting a moment, she dropped to her knees and, looking up at Tom still, kissed the tip while one of her hands slid up and down his length and the other gently caressed his balls. He let out a sigh, and she planted more kisses, up and down his length, enjoying the momentary feeling of power over him.

She'd imagined what she'd do countless times, and this was always first... give him the blowjob of his life. And so, after a few more gentle kisses and licks with her tongue, she took him in her mouth, kneeling on the floor of the room, him naked and still wet stood in front of her.

Katie started slowly, wanting to tease him, but she felt him start to respond quickly, and in a moment of clarity she realised that he was just as turned on at being there with her as she was to be there with him.

So, increasing the pace, she started to bob her head up and down faster, until she felt his hand on the back of her head, gently but insistently pulling her on to him, reminding Katie of how, when turned on, Tom had an animal side that took what he wanted. The thought thrilled her, knowing from five years before how good that could be, so she went with it, letting him control the pace.