I had a boyfriend who didn't mind kissing me while my mouth still tasted of his cum. We kissed in that dark alley where I had blown him, and while we kissed his fingers were under my skirt exploring the oh-so-wet folds of my pussy and rubbing against my aching clit.
The people walking past the alley, if they happened to glance our way, would have seen only a couple kissing in the shadows, the girl's back to them. They wouldn't have suspected that Ben was working me closer and closer to my climax. It's unlikely that they heard me begging him not to stop, which I certainly was. I remember clinging to him for support at the end of it.
Afterwards I could feel the cold wetness of my juices all down my inner thighs. I licked Ben's fingers clean for him, and wondered whether people would be able to see my legs glistening and know just what a horny, dirty slut I was really. And I used to be such a good girl.
"Have I been a good girl, Sir?" I asked Ben.
"No," he said, grinning. "You've been very naughty tonight, Ali, and I'm going to have to punish you."
"Now, Sir?"
"I think that would be best. Face the street," he ordered. "Bend over and grab your ankles."
I did as I was told. If I had been facing the other direction, my pussy would have been clearly visible to all passers by. Given that Ben had been my boyfriend officially for less than ten minutes, this was a delightful way to start the relationship. I wondered how many other fantasies we could indulge before the night was through.
The flat of his hand smacked hard and sharp against my left bum cheek, making me gasp. It made my breasts bounce beneath my dress, and almost made me lose my balance, but I steadied myself, ready for more. His hand smacked down again, this time against my right cheek.
"I think that's enough for now," he said. "You can stand up, Ali."
"Thank you, Sir," I said, standing and adjusting my dress. The pain of the spanking was turning into a delicious, tingling heat. I kissed Ben to show how happy I was with him. Of course, this semi-public spanking had only increased the flow of juices from my pussy.
One reason we were lingering in that alley, quite apart from the exhibitionist thrill of it, is that we didn't have a private room to go back to. Ben was living with his parents, and rather too awkwardly for me his father was my academic tutor, and I really couldn't handle the "Hi, Professor! I'm just here to fuck your son..."
I had a different problem, in that I had a room mate. Fiona and I grew up together and when we went to the same university (studying completely different things) it had just made sense to stay together. We'd made the choice to get a city centre apartment all to ourselves, preferring to share one large bedroom (with two beds) rather than having separate rooms in a house shared with several other random people. But it meant that bringing boyfriends home was complicated.
I phoned home. "Hi, Fi. We've made it official. ... Yes. Ben. ... Thanks. Anyway, I'm desperate for a fuck and I'm bringing him home. You can stay and watch, and even join in if you want, but otherwise you might want to disappear for a couple of hours. ... Completely serious. ... K. See you maybe."
Ben was grinning like the Cheshire Cat. "Will she be joining us?"
"She said she'd think about it. Let's go find out."
My flat was only ten minutes away on foot. I was happy having a boyfriend again - and, what's more, a boyfriend as keen as I to explore the world of sex and kink. The idea of public sex was exciting me more and more. I wondered how many people had glanced into that alley earlier and seen me giving Ben a blow job in the shadows. I wondered just how outrageous I would be willing to be in the future. Were we about to have sex with an audience, Fiona watching from across the room?
Or was this to be my first threesome? I'd never shared a boyfriend with another girl. I'd never been with another girl either. I had thought about it, but had never actually done anything about it. There had been several times over the years where I had almost made a pass at Fiona, only to chicken out at the last moment. She's not unattractive, and we'd lived together long enough that we weren't shy to be naked around each other. When I had told Ben that I wanted to make love to another girl, it was Fiona that I had in mind. I don't think I'm bisexual, although maybe, but I'm certainly very bi-curious.
But sharing my boyfriend with her? My heart was certainly jealous, wanting to keep him all to myself. My head was being more logical: "Hey, Ali, you wanted him to share you with other men, so it's only fair to share him with other women." My inner slut was meanwhile imagining Fiona on all fours with her tongue in my pussy, Ben thrusting into her from behind, and that image was doing nothing to cool the furnace between my legs.