An Apartment with Benefits

Chapter 21 Tequila

Tuesday afternoon I took Tracy along to meet Darren about two o'clock. I told her that Darren was a bit shy and that he hadn't had a girlfriend for a long time, so he should be easy to impress. I told him how important he was to SVX but not that he was one of the three shareholders.

I could see she thought that she was about to meet some real geek, who was probably both boring and ugly. Darren was none of those things, well okay geeky maybe in his own little way. They were obviously getting on well and I could see he was loving every minute of it. She made a real impression on him particularly when he consulted his notebook for the next question, 'So why do you want to live in a flat exposed so much to the public view?' Okay I admit he is pretty geeky.

She answered by standing up and holding up her skirt to show that she had no knickers on. 'I think I am a bit of an exhibitionist and this would enable me to test my theories.'

She had the flat, I could see it in his eyes. I made my excuses and left them after he told her that he lived over the office nearby so that he could keep an eye on the computers at night. 'Oh, can I see them please?'

I didn't expect them to spend long on the computers.

Patsy and Louis were our Tuesday night dinner date. We met them in a Mexican Restaurant near their flat and got on really well. Susan had been a little nervous going to meet them. I eventually dragged it out of her why. She had seen the girls lifting his cock from his boxers at the party and was worried that I would expect her to have sex with him. It was, I regret to say, larger than mine and mine is apparently bigger than the average bear, Boo-Boo. I digress.

I told her in no uncertain terms that I never have, nor never will make her have any form of sex with someone if she did not want to. We had only strayed the once, admittedly, in my case with three different people, so why all of a sudden should I change into a sex-mad pimp. I asked her if it was not just her way of trying to find out whether I would let him fuck her if he tried, at which point she became, falsely I suspect, teary and said of course not. She just wanted to know where she stood.

I had to lay it out formally for her, yet again I felt.

'Darling you know I love you, and I know that neither you nor I are going here, or anywhere else looking for sex with other people. We also know that the way things have been going because of these flats and our new job that we may end up having sex with other people. Either together or singly. Providing it doesn't cause a rift between us, or one of us gets jealous then no harm done. It may even be enjoyable. That's how it is tonight and tomorrow and the next day. The day one of us doesn't like it any more is the day that we stop. Okay?'

She kissed me walking along the street. 'Okay. You say things so beautifully and clearly. You are my one and only love. Okay.'

I knew I would have to say it again next time the situation arose.

The dinner was good and the free glass of tequila given to us by the owner was very acceptable. We split the bill and Louis invited us back as he had a bottle of tequila in the cupboard getting old, as he put it. That seemed a shame so we were quickly back at their place sitting on bean bags in the lounge. They liked their reggae music so soon we were listening to old favourites and artists new to us as well. Bob Marley of course, Peter Tosh and Burning Spear. We naturally started dancing after the first tequila and then slow dancing. It seemed natural somehow. After a couple of tracks Louis shouts to Patsy 'more tequila, get one for Alex the way I like it and then you can show Susan how to make them.' I was fascinated how do you make a tequila?

Patsy pulled off her tank top to reveal her pair of snow-white C or small D breasts with pink nipples. She dribbled a little spittle over the nipples. She lay on the floor, poured a little salt over the wet nipples, put a slice of lime in her mouth and balanced the glass of tequila on her tummy button.

'Off you go my man,' said Louis, 'Lick, sip, suck. Lick the salt from her nipples, sip up the tequila and suck the lime in her mouth. Heaven.'

I did and it was. Particularly as Patsy seemed to be playing hide and seek with the lime, so it took a while.

'Of course, that is really my second favourite way of having tequila,' said Louis.

'Really' said Susan. 'What is your favourite?'

Now that was either naive or hopeful. I am still not sure which. I knew Susan would decline to tell me later. Either way it did not make her look good.

'Patsy will show you how to prepare it,' he said.

Patsy laughed, came forward and removed Susan's blouse as I expected. She then took off her skirt and her bikini panties leaving her stark naked. 'Lay down here, hold the slice of lime in your mouth while I salt your tits.' I noticed she not only dribbled on Susan's nipples but followed up by sucking them and nipping them to make them hard. She salted them and then said, 'Now cross your ankles and hold your legs together tight while I pour the tequila between your legs. Hold tight while Louis takes the salt.'

Patsy poured a trickle of tequila in the natural pool formed in Susan's crotch by the crossed legs. Louis jumped forward to suck and nibble the salt off her nipples and then buried his tongue in her crotch as he sucked up the tequila. Not content with draining as much of the pool as he could he pushed her legs apart and licked her crack from anus to clit to remove any lingering tequila. He then of course squeezed and sucked the lime segment in Susan's mouth, giving her a taste not only of salt, tequila and lime also but her own pussy juice.

'Wow, I don't normally ask for drinks in someone else's house but can I have one of those please?'

Louis laughed and clapped me on the back.

'Sure thing man. Patsy get it ready. Alex, my brother, would you like it on the rocks.' He winked at me.

'No please Alex, not on the rocks,' said Patsy. I was torn. Was I a gentleman or not?

'Well that sounds different, Louis I would love to try one.' I could make a good guess how it was going to come, I just hoped I got all the accoutrements.

Patsy gave me a hard stare, which I really thought was for Louis's benefits as there was still a grin curling the edges of her mouth.

'It will come as no surprise to hear that it is cold and comes over ice,' she said, 'so I am going to give you the extra shot warm.'

She dribbled and pinched her nipples, lay down and then covered them in salt. This drink was great even before I tasted it. She put the wedge of lime in her mouth and took a slurp from the tequila bottle. I got ready on my knees beside her as she crossed her legs and I saw the strain on her muscles as she held her legs tightly together. She poured an inch of tequila and half a cupful of crushed ice into the pool and gave me a thumbs up. I worried those nipples like a dog worries sheep. I nipped and sucked until there was hardly any skin, let alone salt, left. She had been holding the tequila for a couple of minutes now so I sank my tongue into the crack to find that she had managed to keep the pool intact, and it was still almost frozen. As Louis had done, when I thought I had it all, I opened her legs, threw them over my shoulders and buried my mouth in her crack, licking and sucking for all I was worth. As much as I was enjoying it, I knew not to tarry so moved up to her mouth. As we kissed and opened our mouths to find the lime, she shot a jet of tequila, at blood temperature into my mouth, followed by the lime. That did surprise me, I thought I was merely going to get the taste of tequila in her mouth, not a jet of it. I was a gentleman and dribbled half of it back to her while squeezing out the lime. Wow, again.

I was now a little drunk and ready for anything including more reggae, but I was reminded by Susan licking her lips, possibly remembering the taste of lime and her pussy juice mingled, that she might like another tequila.'

'They were so good, but I just remembered my manners and here I am again, now asking for another drink but for Susan, and presumably one for Patsy this time.'

'Sure thing, do you think they will like the special.' I saw Patsy grin, so I guessed they would. 'Patsy, get a saucer please.' I would normally let Susan, as the guest, go first but I think it might be better if she sees how it works, so my man, get ready. Take off your clothes.'

I had expected this after the last drinks and this was a Special after all.

Patsy came back with a saucer she had liberally sprinkled with salt. She put the slice of lime in my mouth and grinned, 'Hold tight, but don't squeeze and don't lose it.' She threatened. She bent down opened her mouth and sucked in my balls one at a time. Wetting them, I guessed. The massaging they received was only a bonus. I did nearly swallow the lime, whole. She rolled my balls in the salt and handed me the bottle. I had no idea what to do with it, but I was in no rush to find out as she licked and sucked all the salt off my balls. As she came up for tequila, and air, Louis urged, 'Quick push your cock down into her mouth and pour the tequila slowly down it. All the way from the top.' Wow again. I slowly trickled the spirit as I did not want her to start choking. She gradually swallowed it and chased it up my cock until I was completely buried in her mouth and I could no longer tip the bottle. There must have been an inch or two in her throat. As she again came up for air I brought the lime between my teeth and kissed her again, the lime eventually getting lost between our thrusting tongues. It seemed like forever that we were tongue locked but every good thing has to come to an end. I looked around to see Susan and Louis just watching us. Susan looking pretty enquiring, probably about the tongues rather than me pussy-licking or Patsy swallowing my cock. I suspected that was a question that would be deferred only as far as tomorrow.

After Patsy and I had got up and sat down again Louis asked Susan if she had enjoyed salt with her tequila. A strange question I thought when the two things go together like strawberries and cream.

'Sure,' she said. 'Lovely.'

'Would you like more?'

'Why not?' she said, 'If it tastes so good.'

'Wonderful,' said Louis. 'I that case we will go for the Extra Special tequila. Patsy, more salt please.' She came back in with the pourer this time and placed a small pile in the saucer.

'Undress me,' he said to Susan. I do not know whether this is his normal authoritarian style or whether he remembered from Friday night that Susan liked to be ordered around. Whichever, she quickly attacked his shirt buttons, running her hands lovingly over his six-pack which still shone as if oiled. I must find out whether it is oiled or his natural black sheen. His shirt was followed by his jeans and boxers, and Susan eventually held his tumescent cock in her hands. I willed myself not to be jealous of him and of the size of his cock. I just hoped Susan didn't get used to it.

'Okay Susan prepare my balls.' She had watched Patsy suck and play with mine in her mouth so she knew what to do. A few moments later she stopped and rolled them in the saucer of salt. Louis then lay down and propped his back up with his shoulders and elbows on the ground. His legs were vertical pointing towards the ceiling. '

'Show her Patsy, and give her the lime,' he grunted and spread his legs as wide as he could.

Patsy moved between his legs and poured a small trickle of salt between his legs, from the edge of his balls to an inch or two past his starfish. Susan's mouth hung open in disbelief. She knew what she was going to have to do. She could not help herself when he said, 'Lick it all off. Start at the other end.'

She fell to her knees and licked him, starting, as he described, an inch or two past his taint. She licked and sucked every grain of salt as she worked her way through his perineum up to his balls.

'Very, very good,' was all he said. 'Okay now my balls.'

He didn't need to hold his cock out of the way as it was past tumescent, pointing strongly at the ceiling. In fact, he had difficulty holding it down later as he poured the tequila down his cock into her mouth. She swallowed but was unable to chase it up his cock as Patsy had. She did have trouble taking my cock far into her throat and Louis's was that little bit bigger. He did not seem to mind but did slow the trickle to a succession of drips, in order to keep her sucking for longer. I half expected him to come in her mouth but, no, he lowered himself on to his knees at her level and squeezed the lime now between her lips. It seemed to me that Susan was so shocked by her earlier actions that she had no great passion left to fight for the lime as Patsy and I had done.

'Now that's how you drink tequila,' said a happy Louis.

We left soon after as Susan never really recovered her composure. The three of us asked if she was okay, Louis particularly worried that he might have pushed her too far. She assured us that she was fine, tired and more than a little embarrassed by her actions. She did assure them that she would love to see them again, when we would host them to dinner, but that tonight she was absolutely bushed.

She was quiet all the way home and was asleep before I could get into bed. I slept quickly despite my worries about her.

Next day I prepared breakfast, just toast and coffee and took them into the bedroom. She had sat up in bed in preparation but I was worried by the fact that she had put a t-shirt on. I hoped Louis hadn't made her regress from her earlier freedom of spirit.

'Are you okay?' I said, 'Silly question. I can see that you are not alright. How do you feel about what happened last night? Talk to me. Tell me about it and let me reassure you.'

There was a pause as she slurped down some coffee.

'I will come straight to my deep-seated worry. It was only the second time I had ever met Louis and within a short while I was following his instructions as if it was you. Is that me now? Will I follow the instructions given to me by every man in the future, and maybe every woman? What am I? What have I done?' She started to cry.

I quickly swallowed my piece of toast, cuddled her and tried to kiss away her tears. I wasn't too sure how to reassure her because for all I knew she may well follow every instruction.

'Susan, I love you with all of my heart. You have done nothing wrong. If anything, I have an apology to make for that tongue wrestling between myself and Patsy.'

That did bring her up sharp a bit and for a moment the tears went away. I had certainly managed to change the subject and get her concentration back. 'I was going to ask about that,' she said. 'That was more sexy than... err... sex itself.' She eventually found a comparison. 'But no, I am not going to hold a grudge for that, particularly after what I did. I licked his crack and his arse. And I did it willingly.'

She didn't go on to say whether she enjoyed it and I felt it was the wrong time to ask.

'I am sure next time you won't just do anything anybody asks. Last night we both got carried away. We drank too much, and the way Louis organised the drinking it became almost competitive, and you know how competitive you are.'

She conceded that this was the case and wondered how we could change her.

'Look I don't really want to change you. I love you how you are and I don't believe that you will take any old instructions, and, if you do, I have no problems with you accepting instructions from anyone that makes you happy.'

The smile I got was from the bottom of her soul. As if a light had lit inside her. 'Really? That is the nicest thing you have ever said.'

I really didn't think it was that profound but, hell, accept the plaudits while they are available. I thought maybe it was time to bring up my little grouse.

'By the way, when you undid his shirt, did you need to run your hands over his six-pack as if it was ... as if it was well, I don't know, my six pack.'

She laughed when I said 'My six pack', and then brightened perceptibly, 'Oh that makes me feel so much better. Another lovely thing you have said.' I looked puzzled. 'You were jealous, you do love me.'

How did I get around this one. Jealousy, it was at once, both a virtue and a vice.

'Well not exactly jealous, but you were treating it as you did that pashmina your Mum gave you for Christmas last year, or your Mum's next-door neighbours kittens.'

She got up on the bed and started dancing round, the fact that she had no panties on completely forgotten.

'J E A...L O U ... S.S.S she chanted like some sort of football chant, throwing herself at me, and covering her tits in buttery toast. She wrestled with my tongue as if trying to find the piece of lime from last night still in there. I seized the opportunity, pushed her onto her back and ignoring the piece of toast stuck to her tits, jumped on her and sank my dick deeply inside her in one thrust.

'Aaah, fuck me, hard, hard,' were the only words I heard for the next ten minutes. I had a full load of spunk on board from the night before and she received all of it, half of it up her cunt and the other half over the piece of toast on her tits.

I offered it to her which she declined with a laugh. I had been careful not to tell her to eat it, so I was able to say,' There, that proved that you don't take every instruction as mandatory.' I suspect that she hadn't noticed that it wasn't an instruction. It was better that way.

When we got up, changed the buttery sheets and had a second breakfast, she rang Patsy to apologise for leaving early, and advised her that she was now fine. 'I think I drank too much tequila,' she laughed. 'Never again eh. Anyway, you must come over next week and see our place.'

Never again I thought. Yeah right.

I had the same thought two days later when I spotted a bottle of tequila in the cupboard after she had been shopping. Never again huh.