The Good Girl (7 page)

At 7pm, Wyatt had suggested that I take a nice relaxing shower.
Hopeful that it might finally lead to...well, I decided to do as he asked. When I stepped out of the shower, wearing nothing more than a towel, I discovered lingerie all laid out for me on the bed. There were black satin bikini panties and a purple sweetheart lace corset. For some reason, I couldn’t take my eyes off of it. Without thinking, I bent to pick it up from the bed and hold it up, and my towel slid down my body. Still, I didn’t care. The corset had me mesmerized. The spell was only broken when I realized that the door to the apartment had opened and Wyatt had inhaled sharply.

“God, you are gorgeous, doll,” he murmured as he walked over to me. Soon he was standing behind me, his hands on my bare hips, then rubbing up and down my sides.

Part of me wanted to be the shy, self-conscious, good girl I had been trained to be.
The rest of me, however, wanted to believe that he was telling the truth. For once, I wanted to know what it felt like to be sexy and desirable. Just one time, I wanted him to stare at me with smoldering eyes, just like in the books. “Help me?” I asked, hoping that my voice sounded as seductive as I intended.

“But of course,” he murmured. Leaning over, he brushed my hair away from my shoulder and began kissing me there.

The feeling of his warm breath on my bare damp skin had me breaking out in the best kind of goose bumps. Without a doubt, I would have him tonight. If I had to get him drunk, I would finally find out what the hype was about. Somehow, I knew that if there were anyone who could show me the magic of the experience, it was Wyatt. Reaching around me, he pressed his body against my naked back side and worked to open the corset. For all my determination to be sexy and fearless, I was currently frozen in place as I watched him ready it for me.

Once opened, he pulled it toward me.
After helping him position it, and adjusting the girls, he began to secure the hooks. It was tight, but not uncomfortably so, and I couldn’t wait to see what it looked like in the mirror over his dresser. Finished, he stepped back and let me step into the panties. Just when I thought the outfit was complete, he pointed to the stockings I had missed. “Oh,” I commented as I sat on the bed to roll the thigh highs onto my legs.

As I stuck out one leg first and began sliding the silky hose over my calf, then further up my thigh, I heard him groan. When I glanced at him curiously, he was pushing on an erection.
Maybe I was sexy!
For the second leg, I took more time, and I paid him more attention. Finished, I stood, turned, and bent over. “Do they look straight to you?” I asked, as I gestured to the line up the back of my legs.

“Doll, you are killing me,” he managed in a deep husky voice as he slid a hand up the back of my thigh until he reached my right butt cheek.
Giving it a healthy squeeze, he commented, “Absolutely perfect.” With a sigh, he backed up a few steps and stared at me with a sexy smile. “Okay, time to go. Slip on those shoes.” He pointed to the shoes I had been wearing the first night I stayed over, the Louboutins.

Now it was my turn to sigh.
We were leaving?
Wait! We were leaving with me in THIS?
“Mind if I ask where we’re going?” I asked, suddenly stiff with fear.

“Time to head to The Estate,” he said simply. “Oh, and you may want to put on a coat…”

“You think?” Suddenly, I was feeling snippy and disgusted. If wearing an outfit like this couldn’t keep us in, couldn’t inspire him to take me, make mad passionate love to me, then I was clearly hopeless. Grabbing my long black trench coat, I cinched it around my waist. “Let’s go,” I said flatly.

At that, he laughed and I felt so much worse.

The entire ride to The Estate, I was silent, sulking.
It had never occurred to me to question what kind of place we were going to. All I could think about was that I was in a corset, he had clearly had a stiffy, and still...nothing. Crossing my arms over my chest, I sighed loudly, allowing all my frustration to spill forth.

“Doll,” he murmured, as he reached over to grab my hand. “We’re here.”

For the first time, I looked about.
A little way back, we had pulled through a gated entrance and driven up a long road. Apparently, this was The Estate. Sure enough, it was a huge home. There were tons of cars. And people. Couples. A few single women. All of them were walking straight to the door. None of them were wearing trench coats to hide their lingerie. Most of them were far more scantily clad than I was...in teeny tiny teddies, pasties and thongs. No wonder my attire didn’t inspire. This was what I was up against.

As I stared out the window, Wyatt had stepped from the vehicle.
Instead of walking around to my side, he had carefully removed his pants and shirt, folded them and placed them in the back seat. Then with just a pair of purple boxers, and a pair of sandals, he came and opened my door. “Look,” he said quietly, as though he was trying to soothe me. “I made sure we match. That way, everyone will know you are taken. No one will bother you. Just be sure to stick with me.”

My brow furrowed as I processed what he said. “Is this place dangerous?” I questioned cautiously.

Shaking his head, he said carefully, “No. It’s just that you are...inexperienced. You could get into trouble without trying.” Smirking he added, “Hell, I’ve seen you do it.”

Nodding, I slid from my seat and stepped toward him. He was staring at me evenly, waiting for a reaction. Without saying a word, I leaned toward him and kissed his neck. “No worries. You’ll keep me out of trouble.” Opening my trench coat, I purposefully set it on my seat and closed the door. Winking at him, I turned and headed toward the door. “Let’s go.”

It was an act. Outwardly, I was all sophisticated and confident. Inside, I was shaking uncontrollably, terrified of what I was about to face.

Before I stepped through the front door, I felt Wyatt’s hand on my upper arm. “Stick with me. I mean it,” he hissed.

“I heard you the first time,” I said, eyebrow involuntarily arched.

There was a bouncer at the door...big, black, bald. He hid his eyes behind sunglasses, but they didn’t hide the smile he gave me. Wyatt must have seen; his hand tightened on my arm. That gave me an immense amount of pleasure. Smiling back at the bouncer, I sauntered through the door and didn’t even stumble.

Once inside, Wyatt pulled me to the side. My back was against a wall. There were people all around, but he seemed oblivious. Must be Evans were nothing like Stones, otherwise he would have been more careful before he roughly pressed his lips to mine. The kiss screamed of possession. Clearly he wanted everyone to know...I was his. “Behave,” he growled in my ear.

As before, I nodded. Only this time, I felt different. Maybe I didn’t have anything to prove. Maybe this was simply a learning experience. “So, why are we here?” I asked calmly. This time, I realized it wasn’t an act. His kiss, his actions...had soothed me.

Smiling genuinely for the first time since our arrival, he smiled at me.
“Well, there are no pockets in this so you’ll just have to trust my memory, but I believe we’ll be knocking out several of the items on your list.” He kissed my temple gently as he pulled me close once more. “This will be quite the learning experience.” He ran a hand over my hair, then wrapped an arm around my waist. “Let’s go.”

The deeper we walked into the building, the more I struggled to hide my reactions. It was Wyatt’s arm around my waist, the comfort of his constant presence at my side that kept me from bolting. It wouldn’t matter that Stones don’t run, this one would have. My eyes must have been akin to those of a deer in headlights. I could feel that my breathing was just this side of hyperventilating. Apparently, he could, too. Soon, he stopped and pulled us over to the bar area.

“I’m going to need something really strong,” I said, giving him the heads up.

Shaking his head, he laughed. “There’s no alcohol here.”

Turning to him, I asked sharply, “What?!”

“Yeah, it’s BYOB. They have soft drinks. We bring our own liquor. They don’t have a license.” He smiled as he watched my reaction.

“Oh, hell.”

“Come on, doll. You’ve got this.” Then he turned to the guy behind the bar. “Two Cokes, please.” In seconds, we had fountain drinks in hand and continued on the tour of the place.

In the back yard, we found a hot tub...filled with naked people. There were more naked people swimming in the pool. On the beds around the pool were couples, threesomes, and more...all naked. Without thinking, I inhaled sharply and attracted a bit of attention.

“Are you okay?” He asked, concerned. “This is on your list, doll. #12: Be a voyeur and watch others have sex, live.” He hugged me closer to his body. “Look at these people, so uninhibited. They don’t even care that we watch. Shoot, they wouldn’t care if we joined in.” He chuckled.

“Joined in?”
I asked. “So this is a swingers place?”

His eyes were half shut as he nodded and leaned in for a kiss. This one was sweet, reassuring, just like the words that followed. “You are in control, Willow. We’ll do whatever you want. This is the perfect place for you to learn, get some experience.” He held me impossibly close. “You are by far, the most beautiful woman here. Look around. I’m so honored to be with you…” His words trailed off and I glanced about.

There were plenty of attractive women. In fact, one was headed our way. She barely looked at Wyatt, which surprised me. Instead, she seemed focused on...me?

“Hello,” she said, flipping her long black hair over her shoulder as she stood directly before me in a scarlet bustier.
Tipping her head, she kissed me.

Shocked, I didn’t know how to react. It wasn’t unpleasant, but it
was
unexpected. “Hello,” I responded hesitantly when the kiss ended.

“First time?” She asked boldly.

Smirking, I responded while squeezing Wyatt’s hand tightly. “Is it that obvious?” Thankfully, he gripped mine back.

“A little.”
She smiled at me...like I was dinner...or dessert. “I’d love to pop that cherry,” she said as she reached over and stroked my long blonde hair.

“Cherry?” I asked weakly. “I’m not a virgin…”

“I never suggested you were, gorgeous. I’d just love to break in your bi-bone.” With that, she pressed her body against mine and kissed me once more before I could think or respond.

When she pulled back this time, Wyatt leaned in and murmured in my ear, “You have no idea how hot that was. PS. #1: Kiss a girl.”

Looking at the woman once more, I started to speak, but didn’t know what I would say. There were no words. At no point in my life had the possibility of a threesome or sex with another female ever been considered. Everything about this experience was as foreign as any I had ever participated in. Seeing my hesitation, Wyatt stepped in.

“We just arrived. Could we have some time to get acclimated?” He asked kindly.

The woman considered him for the first time. Smiling at him, she responded, “Absolutely. You two will be worth any wait.” Then with a sexy wink, she stalked off to find new playmates.

Rubbing his hand up and down my arm, he watched me and measured my reaction. “There. Better?” He asked.

Releasing the breath I hadn’t realized I held, I looked over at him, certain I was the picture of relief. “Much,” I said simply and offered him a reassuring smile.

“Good. Let’s find a bathroom. I have to pee.” He smirked down at me.