Sweet Convictions (12 page)

             
“Well, they do have one,” she teases.

“So tell me your story,” she orders
.
Holy hell, she’s quite the dominant one.

             
“Well, the shorter version: I was married for 4 years, he was a woman beating bell-end and his cock was too small anyway. Then I was with a guy I thought was The One for three and a half wasted years but he turned out to be an emotionless, prudent mind-fucking fuck up and anything but sexually adventurous. He thought missionary was as exciting as it could get and almost passed out when I introduced him to one of my toys one night.” I hear her giggle.

“
God, I loved the asshole and I don’t even know why. We were opposites in every way. I wanted to fuck every half hour and he was quite content with once a month. Anyway, we broke up a while ago and I’ve only just managed to start getting over him. Just about. Now I have all this free time to fuck away and yet nobody to fuck with. I mean I am seeing someone but as adventurous as Sir come-a-lot tries to be, it’s just not enough and I feel as if I’m about to explode with all the repressed starvation for reckless sex I have inside of me. I’m bored titless,” I laugh.

             
She’s still cackling at my outburst as she flushes and exits the cubicle. She makes her way over to the basin and she washes her hands looking over at me. We stare at each other through the mirror as we apply our lipstick.
Déjà vu
.

             
She turns off the valve and dabs her hands on a fresh heated hand towel and walks over to me. She clutches at my face and presses her lips against mine.
Mmm, so soft and full.
I whimper as I press into hers and we’re in full snog mode. I can feel my clit twitching as she moves the top of my dress to the side and releases one of my boobs into the open. She lowers her head and bites at my nipple.
Ouch!
It stings like a flea bite.

I shut my eyes to stop the room from spinning
, gasping as I unconsciously sink my hand down her leather trousers and into her—
oh, she has no underwear!
She’s soaking wet and I thrust my fingers inside her as she nips at my bottom lip then the top.
Shit this woman’s a real biter!
 

             
“I don’t think we’re supposed to do this here. Communal area and all that,” I say with one lip still in her teeth whilst retrieving my drowning hand from the clutches of her sodden pussy.

“You’
re right,” she says stepping quickly back as if I had just let out a fart.

“Let’s get some more drinks down us and we’ll head up to my room
. It’s my last night here after all.” She straightens herself out.
Ah, no time waster this one!
We return to the boys.

             
“Oh well good morning you two. Might we guess what you were up to in there, hey?” Walt blurts out as we upraise our cocktails.

             
“You can guess, but we’re not going to tell you much,” Lexi titillates. God
I wish I could be as poised and as seductive as she is.
The guys practically salivate at the sight of her. Come to think of it, so do I.

             
Two hours, much flirting and countless belly laughs later, Lexi suggests we head up to her room where she’s stockpiled a stash of whiskies, vodkas and bubbly. I collect my bag and stand up, as does everyone else, except my attempt is with a slight wobblier effect. I thought she meant just her and I.
Shit, everyone’s going up to her room? Bloody hell, does that mean...? Oh shut up Gemma, quit over analysing everything. Take a night off for fuck sake. Go upstairs, drink some more, and let whatever happens, happen. Jesus, one minute you want to shag everyone you walk by and the next you’re talking yourself into a stage of ethical virginity. Remember you’re here for recklessly immoral and guiltless, unconventionally outlandish jezebelian fornication! Go wild.

             
I’m telling myself off so much, I don’t even realise we’d begun walking. We reach the second floor and stumble to her door.
Oh, she’s just two rooms away from me. How very handy.

             
Walt flings his jacket onto a chair near the door and disappears into the bathroom. Lexi collapses on the bed taking Luke with her. I leave them to it and laze my numb body across the chaise longue to which Walt returns and sits himself on the edge. He lifts my feet onto his lap and begins to massage them.

“Holy fuck balls
, that’s amazing!” I feel as if every qualm I have is being rubbed away like an eraser to pencil.

“That’s not the only amazing thing I can do you know,”

I lift my left eyebrow suspiciously; inquisitively and relax backwards to enjoy my massage. I look over at Luke. He’s fumbling. It’s almost as if he doesn’t know what to do with Lexi. This surprises me somewhat considering, I’ve only ever really thought of guys, any guy, as being the leading man in the bedroom. I mean don’t get me wrong, I’m not completely naive, I’m fully aware that there are the few shyer men out there – younger and older – who aren’t all about turning you upside down into a handstand to fuck you from above and yonder. There are actually men out there who, either through lack of experience, self-consciousness, unsurety of who they are or what they like best; even those who have a complete lack of desire of wanting to go beyond the missionary position. I guess they’re not all who most women envisage and even hope they’re like.

I’m so wasted on cocktails and wine
, I don’t think anymore. I just do. So I stand up and face Walt as I slowly begin to slip out of my dress, snail-paced, I teasingly move one thin strap away from my shoulder, leisurely and sensuously I commence with the other as I try to hold my balance. I want him to endure a heightened desperation for me. With a little more difficulty than planned, I manage to lift my left arm through its strap exposing one of my attention-begging breasts. Walt looks flustered, as I move across to the other arm absolving it from its ensnaring loop. Taking both hands, I sedately ease my dress down to my hips and let it drop freely to the floor leaving me only in my lace-trimmed thigh highs, fuck-me-till-I-pass-out heels and red knickers. Swaying slightly, I quickly close and open my eyes to refocus, to recompose myself.
Fuck, I shouldn’t have had so many cocktails.
Then again, if I hadn’t, I’d probably not be initiating all of this right now. I’m enjoying the control. Power tastes good. I want more.

“
Put your leg on top of my knee,” Walt commands as his emerald green lust-filled eyes feast longingly and fiercely into mine.
Er, who’s in charge here Mr?!
Our eyes not once breaking contact until he unbuttons and removes his white shirt to reveal the body of an Adonis.
Fuck a duck!
My attention quickly double-takes the gratifying vision as I obligingly lift my leg, but immediately lose balance. I quickly tap my lifted foot onto the floor as I retry to regain equilibrium; this time succeeding as Walt slowly peels down one of my stockings.

“Now the other.
”

Again,
I do as I’m told.
So much for me taking the lead.

Lexi
observes us as she climbs off the bed and approaches me from behind. She grips and squeezes my breasts together, gripping my nipples between her fingers, tugging at them before running both her hands down my front and into my panties.
Back down there again are we?

I slide my hands in
with hers and there’s an abundance of fingers flicking and slithering about like snakes. I lean my head back onto her collar bone and she starts to bite the tip of my ear. The pace of her hand massaging my pussy quickens. Eyes still closed, I feel another hand tickling my neck. I open my eyes. It’s Luke. He’s standing to the side of Lexi, as Walt, watching from the comfort of his first row seat, relishes in the sexual close up and strokes his hard on.

Luke
pulls me away from the shared revelry and turns me to face him. He caresses me emphatically as Lexi’s forced to remove her hands from the clutches of my yearning pussy. She runs her long sharp nails down my back and I dig mine into Luke’s strong muscular biceps as he hooks his arms around my waist. His groan vibrates my lips as he pulls me in closer to his sleek hairless chest. Lexi moves away, slinks back onto the bed, rolls onto her back and plays with herself as she keeps a watchful eye on us.

Walt
eventually gets up and stands behind me, sneakily sliding his hands onto my hips, pulling me gently back from Luke’s grip. I’m now a Gemma sandwich.
Shitting hell, here I thought these boys wanted Lexi!

As Luke eases his embrace,
Walt turns me to kiss him instead. Luke continues to massage my ass cheeks, then moves his hand in between my legs to find its way to the warm pulsating insides of my pussy. I push my ass outward a bit more so I can feel him deeper. He pulls me away from Walt’s lips and bends me forward onto the chaise longue. I lift myself on top of it, on all fours, ready and waiting and hoping he’ll shove his cock in my ass. I’ve never had the urge to do it but now I want to try it. I’ve heard it can hurt like fuck but it’s seemingly a rather worthy pain. Besides, I’m numb from all the alcohol I’ve consumed non-stop.

Instead I feel a
pitter-patter sensation on my back.
What the hell?
Luke’s beating my butt like a drum with his dick. It’s not my thing. In fact, I find it really odd. I mean can it really feel any good to him? I tap my nails against the side of the chair leaving him to enjoy whatever it is he’s trying to gain from the awkward motion, and wait for it to end.

“Is that good?” he
questions in a soft subdued voice.

I peer over my shoulder giving him a
sympathetic lopsided smile.
Poor thing hasn’t a clue.

“
Er, yeah, sure,”

A few seconds later, I hear him
spit on his hands. I turn to see. He’s covering his condom covered cock with his wetness. Finally! He gently slides his modest erection into my ass. I gasp and flick my head back as I grab behind me, pulling apart my ass cheeks in the hope the pain will subside. It doesn’t. I feel a tremorous current of seismic waves crackle along the length of my spine shooting up into the tips of my hair. I feel electrified, like a bolt of lightning has just struck me. But I don’t want him to stop. I pull forward slightly but then back into him again. It eases in. I’m not as tense and I don’t completely hate it. It still takes my breath away completely but fuck it, I’ll breathe at the end of it. If I don’t pass out first that is. I begin to enjoy the pressure of his cock as I turn to see what’s happening on the bed.

Walt and Lexi are hurriedly
fucking like rabid bunnies. Lexi’s flexing her hips, thrusting backward and forward as she rhythmically rocks over Walt. She runs her hands through her own hair, her expression that of distressed contortion. Her screams ricochet off the walls and her echoes boomerang right into my ears. Her scream of pleasured pain turns me on even more.
Oh no, am I just sick? Does pain actually turn me on? I need help! Oh god I want some of that!

I
pull away from Luke’s cock and head over to the bed to join Lexi and Walt.

As I move
toward the rampant bunny-fucking, I hear my phone go. I worry ridiculously about my cats when I’m away so if my phone sounds there’s nothing that’ll stop me from checking it. Just in case anything’s wrong. Not even dizzyingly breath-taking sex. My cats are my babies and I love them entirely. They are literally my life.

I
dive off of the bed and quickly scramble about my handbag for my phone. It’s my mother! Okay, so the babies are fine. I may as well read the message whilst I’m here. Take a breather and all that.

Received:              Hey luv, how you been? I haven’t heard from you for ages

Ages? I only called her the other day. Jeez.

Okay, so m
y mother lives in South Africa. Why on God’s green earth did I leave sunny SA I hear you and the rest of the world ask? Well, I left because as gorgeous as it is to holiday there, my personal opinion, relating only to me and my specific requirements and of course experience, is that it’s not entirely the greatest place to live and certainly not an ideal country to raise children. Not too sure it’s fair to say that as parts of it are wonderfully beautiful and serene but far too crime-ridden.

I’ve had
my time there and from what I can recall from my childhood and younger adult days, I’ve enjoyed the years I lived there but as I’ve grown older, I began to realise that I wanted more; more opportunity and most certainly a lot less law-breaking. I mean our house was broken into so many times that our insurers stopped paying out! My mother was attacked in our own home. So yes, I left the sun and beach for grey, wet UK.

You see,
whilst these aren’t the only reasons for my decision to leave, it certainly helped. Even I was attacked and stabbed in my home town; in broad daylight in a shopping mall might I add. Now granted, this can happen anywhere, but let me put it to you this way: females can’t really go out alone in South Africa; certainly not at night anyway, so frustratingly I didn’t have much in the way of a social life other than going back and forth to friends’ houses. It’s quite deceiving in that there are such exquisitely picturesque places to see but it can be exceptionally dangerous with hijackings, burglaries, murders and rape. You’d be shocked to see the statistics on this. I know, I’m not exactly illustrating much in the way of an appealing depiction here for you am I? Saying this, it’s not that way every second of the day. I’d still encourage anyone to go. As prominent as crime is in SA, it’s a matter of just being extremely vigilant, avoiding certain areas and never wearing anything sparkly, least not valuable.