Part 03 -- GINA TAKES CHARGE
Beth and Sam's afternoon continues blissfully but a big disappointment for Gina leads to a glimpse of her past and a steamy conclusion.
All characters portrayed are fictional and anyone engaging in sexual activity is at least eighteen years old and consenting.
Chapter 1 - BETH
I can recall virtually every detail of that afternoon as we went from the two of us to three and back to two again. By the end of the evening I felt as if I would never walk in a straight line again.
It was approaching midnight and I lay in Gina's huge over-sized bed, watching her sleeping peacefully next to me. There were a million strange thoughts whirring through my addled little brain. It had been a hell of a few weeks, in which Gina and I started out hating the sight of each other, but in the last few hours it had all changed.
It had started hours earlier with me standing over a pair of legs that were attached to someone working under her computer desk. Having been deprived of sex that involved anyone other than my own fair self since I got here, I was thinking and hoping this may be my salvation.
I was in one of my 'Beth-the-Cunt' moods, mainly brought on by Gina. But the computer engineer she abandoned me with turned out not to be the spotty youth I expected, and from the view I was now getting of him, he looked very fit indeed.
I thought I may as well try and get something out of the situation.
So I kicked him.
Hard.
Way to go Beth, what a great fucking move.
You want the computer guy to shag you so you kick him hard. Twice. And then piss yourself laughing when the poor guy nearly takes his head off on the edge of one of Gina's computers as he jumps in shock at being attacked by a horny little madwoman who he has no idea is there anyway.
He managed to dodge a third kick thanks to a crafty grab on my ankle and virtually my first human touch in ages sent tingles down my spine as a huge hand engulfed my lovely little ankle tattoo.
As soon as he was out from under the desk and on his knees in front of me I knew I had to have him. He was just gorgeous with a lovely big mop of unruly black hair, a few days of stubble, a nice Maori-style arm tattoo, piercing blue eyes and a build straight off the athletics track.
Ok, he turned out to be a rugby player, but I wasn't far wrong.
He was fucking fit. End of.
As he was kneeling there his face was about six inches from my bare belly button and the top of the denim shorts I had conveniently unbuttoned for him and the poor guy didn't know where to look. He'd already given my legs the once over and not surprisingly, being in such close proximity to bare skin and my not so subtle invitation, he looked distinctly uncomfortable. I didn't know at this stage that he had also been put through the Gina Harcourt full-court press cock tease for the last half an hour.
Poor Sam. I put him through it as well - big time - and probably nearly blew it a few times as my anger and rage at Gina came flooding out and got misdirected at him.
What tipped me over was some innocent remark he made about me drinking before the sun was over the yardarm, no doubt an attempt by him to lighten what was a pretty strange and intimidating mood. His head must have been reeling from the Gina onslaught and now some strange pixie from hell was tearing into him as well.
I remember completely losing it and yelling my head off, screaming and shouting a load of stuff that I can barely even recall and if he looked a bit shell-shocked it was nothing to how I felt when I finished my rant.
I hate apologising. I always have but I am the sort of person that has to apologise quite a lot. Very early on in life I developed this deflection thing where I say, "Beth says sorry." It makes it sound like I am apologising for someone else and makes it a lot easier.
Except this time I really did say sorry properly to him as well.
I just wanted him to sweep me off my feet and carry me upstairs and spend the rest of the day letting him find out just what a resourceful, generous and utterly shameless little hussy I can be.
In the end, when it looked like he was ready to head off for his next job and leave me to my own devices yet again, I made a not so subtle move. Luckily for me it worked and his next job became me.
While he was holding me in his big bear-like hug in the kitchen the last few weeks just melted away. He felt so big, warm and strong. His left hand felt huge but gentle as he stroked me down below and there was something very pleasant indeed pressing firmly against my bare tummy. I very much liked the feel of it.
I relished that first contact with another sexual being for so long and didn't want it to end. The feeling of his fingers inside me, the press of his cock against my stomach. Relief flooded through me as I realised I hadn't blown it and I was going to have this gorgeous, sexy athletic hunk. His big hands engulfed my tiny titties and the feel of him pulling my nipples and twiddling my captive bead rings was driving me insane.
We were so desperate to get at each other, he was about to have me on the kitchen table but even in my sheer unadulterated lust, I managed to hold off until we got to the bedroom. I have this cartoon image of me running upstairs with my arm outstretched behind me, Sam completely in mid-air, hanging on to my hand for grim death, both of our mops of long hair streaming behind us.
It seemed to take a lifetime to get rid of my shorts and cover up Bruno and I was glad I had already given him my headphones to wear earlier.
I daresay some guys would have got impatient as the woman they are just about to ravage covers up the modesty of a cuddly toy but Sam smiled and nodded gently and I liked him all the more for that.
When his tongue first touched me down there I felt like someone had stuck 10,000 volts through me. His hot breath seared the inside of my thighs and I cried out in ecstasy and clamped my legs down over his strong back. I let him go at me for a few seconds and it felt blissful to feel a proper human touch down there again.
But there was something I wanted to hear first. He was my first lover since my tattoo was completed just before I arrived here, and I wanted to hear him say the words that Alice had suggested to me to finish off my masterpiece. It was the last thing she put on it before we got lost in each other for a very long time.
And Sam read it beautifully, looking straight into my eyes, even adding my name.
"Beth -- I'll take you so high you'll never want to come down."
It sounded wonderful, and he did.
After he read the words I pushed him roughly back down on my pubic area and started trying to get rid of the top half of my clothing as he began to work on me again. I could sense Sam doing the same with his jeans and we were both writhing and wriggling to divest ourselves whilst trying to keep his mouth glued to my pussy.
Eventually it became too difficult so I pushed him off again and knelt on the bed. I gestured for him to do the same and we knelt facing each other a few feet apart. Not taking my eyes from his I pulled on the knot I had made in my shirt and slipped it off so that I was now only wearing my boob tube. Sam reached out and touched my upper left arm, which is circled by my third and last tattoo, a Celtic ring.
"You're full of surprises," he said. "Beautiful again..."
