0 comments/ 17252 views/ 1 favorites In Confidence By: irishblackgirl I worry sometimes about the things I have said to you in confidence, but the spoken word comes not back, and I can only hope my trust has not been misplaced. You are here now, just outside my door. You've already informed me that you'll be my Master today. I've played with words, teased, shared my fantasies and played along with yours. There is proof. Whatever happens I know I will deserve it. I stand inside the door that I have already unlocked. I'm wearing a simple green halter dress that ties around my neck. It's loose fitting, and flows down to my mid thighs. I have nothing underneath. You rap once, turn the knob and enter. I back up just a little to let you in. I wait in apprehension for what may come, and know that I've asked for it. You close the door behind you. I haven't dared to look at you, keeping my eyes turned carefully, respectfully down. I think it's what I'm supposed to do. You unclip your myriad of phones, keys, wallet etc, and place them on the table nearby. I can feel you looking at me. My wait is not long. You pull my chin up with your hand, tilting my head back and pull me closer to you. You clear the back of your throat loudly, while reaching for the back of my head with one hand to hold me in place, and using the fingers of the other to open my mouth. I hear the sound I expected, and immediately feel and taste the mucus you've spat inside my mouth. 'Swallow,' you tell me, your voice a low, harshly whispered command. I obey. You push me to my knees there. 'Stay.' Your belt is loosened, pants unzipped, cock freed. The head is brushed over my lips, and they open for you, but you hold yourself away from me. My mouth follows in the direction you dictate for a while, and you laugh. 'Want to suck, slut?' 'Yes, sir,' I reply, eyes fixed on my target. You begin to jerk off in front of me, watching me follow your every move, mouth hanging open slightly in a silent plea. You rub it all around my lips, over my eye, up into my nose, finally plunge into my open mouth. I can hear the groans of pleasure as you stroke my throat and I swirl my tongue over you the way I know you like it. I apply the right amount of pressure with my mouth, cup your balls with my hands. You hold my head, guiding my speed. Sloppy wet noises join your groans, and soon you begin to stiffen and shudder for me. Your cock swells in my throat, jerks and then I can feel the creamy, bitter liquid filling my mouth as you continue to stroke. Some spills out the corner of my mouth and runs down onto my chin, and I gulp to swallow as much as I can. You pull me to my feet after, and kiss me. A deep sensual kiss, tasting the traces of your cum in my mouth. Your hands are running up my legs, and when you get to my inner thighs you find that the juices from my naked pussy have already leaked there. Evidence of how much your slut enjoys servicing you. You slide your fingers over my slippery sex, diddling the clit a little, then slip two fingers up me. I'm tight with excitement. You groan in response when you realize. There is a rap on the door, and I startle and stare, wondering who could be interrupting us. It's a man I've never seen before, and he's already inside. I wonder how long he's been there. You are unperturbed and continue stroking me. 'It's open,' you respond with a snigger to the company you are apparently expecting. 'Thought I'd better join you now, or miss out completely.' He says, watching us. 'Yeah,' you tell him with a smile, but you're looking at me, and thrusting your fingers into me harder now. I know he can see your hand disappearing and twisting back and forth under my dress, and see my hips responding. He comes over and stands beside us, just as you bring your mouth back to mine, and kiss me again. Your other hand is pinching hard at my left nipple and I groan with the pleasure and pain of it, forgetting him for a second. My respite is not longer because he reaches his hand to my free breast and feels me up through the cloth of my dress. A flash of fear and confusion returns to my mind as I realize this is actually happening to me. I can hear and smell my juices slicking onto your hand. Taking your hand from my crotch you break our kiss to shove your fingers into my mouth right in front of his face. I suck them greedily. He has pulled the cloth of my halter out of the way, and is now feeling my breast with his hand. He holds it in place, and lowers his lips onto it, then slips his hand down to my crotch, replacing yours. Now he knows exactly how aroused I am. He rubs my clit with all his fingers flat against me, then dips the tips into my pussy, and tracks back up again. So different from the way you do it.... But oooh! Yes, it feels good. I look at you to see your reaction to what's happening. You're watching the place where his hand is covered by my dress, then looking into my eyes. You lean to me and kiss me, deeply, with your tongue dancing over the inside of my mouth. I think I know what will happen if I don't do anything about this, but I can't be sure. Then I realize as I try to speak that my mouth is full of your tongue, and what I'm saying sounds like a murmur of pleasure. My confusion mounts as my breasts are mauled simultaneously by very different techniques. The fingers you had placed in my mouth are gone, and I feel them reaching behind me. One of them works its way into my ass, then two. The murmur has turned to the low grunts I usually make when my ass is penetrated. He has his fingers up me now, so I know he can feel what you're doing to me. His lips have claimed my neck, and he's sucking on it in a way I know will show for days to come. You release me from the kiss we shared, move to suck at my breast. Fingers move and wriggle in my pussy and ass while I gasp and struggle to stand. When you feel me collapsing you say 'Lets take her in the bedroom.' Just like that everything stops moving inside me, but nothing is taken out. You lead me that way... with my legs slightly straddled and your fingers and his still inside me. I'm guided to the bed. Finally, I'm empty, and you tell me to lie down on my back. I do, and simultaneously open my legs like a good little slut. In an instant you are both beside me again, and your fingers find their way back into my puss and ass. I moan as you both slip third fingers into my holes. You are taking turns kissing me, moving down to my neck and breasts, then back up and to my ears, as I moan and shiver in response. I know that while one of you is kissing me the other is sometimes sitting up and looking at what's happening between my legs. My hands have run over your chests, down your bellies. I reach for your cocks, both of which I can feel are hard. I wonder at the differences in shape... he is harder than you and a little more curved. But think you're both about the same size. The thrusting fingers are so insistent now that I'm squealing, feeling like I'm going to rip open from the merciless pounding and friction. I paw at you both, but I can't do anything that makes sense. My back is arching. I can feel the tingling from my groin spreading through my body, to my back, down my legs, into my toes. The spasms start in my groin, jerking my clit. My pussy grabs, my ass farts. I can hear sounds half-way between gasp and grunt coming from my throat as the spasms hit here too. As I'm coming down I feel the fingers being drawn out of me. He follows your example and slips the fingers from my puss into my mouth for me to suck, and kisses me over them. He lets the kiss deepen as he takes his fingers away. I wonder vaguely if he can taste you on my lips as well as my puss. I hear the creak of zippers and the rustle of moving cloth, but I can't see beyond his face when I open my eyes to try to peak at what's happening. He stops kissing and nuzzles around my face, an odd intimacy from someone I don't know. 'What are you peeking at? Hmmmm?' He opens his mouth over mine, teasing, licking at my top lip and the tip of my nose, then at the corners of my mouth. While I'm still looking into his eyes I feel something warm and thick rubbing back and forth between my still-open slit. I gasp as it presses over my clit, and he sinks his tongue into my waiting mouth. I feel your hands on my hips, adjusting my position. The thick thing is pressing at the opening of my vagina now, pressing deeper and deeper into my stretched wetness. I groan into his mouth as your cock begins to thrust inside of me. Unh, yeah, stroke me. You keep at me, holding my hips to you, my head rocking to your rhythm. He breaks the kiss, but he doesn't look at you, he looks at me, and at his own crotch. I see now that he's taken out his cock, and he's rubbing it right in front of me. Moving onto the bed fully he sits beside my face, turning his hips to me. I'm mesmerized by the sight of his hand moving slowly, smoothly back and forth. His tip is slick and oozing slightly. He brings it to my lips, lets the juice smear over them and my nose as your thrusts move me. I lick my lips and reach for him with my tongue but he keeps it out of reach, still stroking. You have noticed his little game. You lean down on top of me, and lick my exposed ear. 'Want him?' you whisper loudly. 'Yeh,' 'What you want from him?' You feel so hard inside of me, pushing my legs back, grinding deeper. 'Nunnnngh! (gasp) unnngh!' 'Hmmm? What you need?' You lick my ear and I shiver. 'Cc...cc....co... Oh! ....co...ock!' I manage to gasp and groan out. 'You... already... getting..... cock!' you tell me. 'Unh, huh,' I'm still staring at him. One of my arms has wrapped around you. The other is reaching for him, but he slaps my hand away. ' You... need.... more.... cock?' ' Unh, yeah....' I tell you. 'His... cock?' 'Yeah, uuungh, yeah,' 'Tell him,' you insist, grinding me even harder, nipping at my ear. 'I... want...your...cock,' He feigns a look of surprise, and holds up the thick shaft slightly, teasing me even more. 'This?' he says, still stroking. 'Where? Where you want it?' 'Mu..... mouth, AHHH!' You're biting hard at the back of my neck, making me scream, as my head snaps back in reflex, unable to stop you. He swiftly ends the discussion, moving forward and cutting off my scream with the thrust of his cock down my throat. Unprepared, I gag on it but he is merciless. He pushes hard again, I gag more, and my eyes water. 'Yeah, take it,' he tells me, but after a few more thrusts he eases back, and lets me work on him, taking him back in and then out, and gagging and swallowing around him. I can tell from his jerks and grunts that he likes it, the nipping around his shaft, the swirling tongue around his head. You are moving back down my body now, sucking on one breast while he releases some of his tension by squeezing the other so hard I cry out, but I'm muffled by his cock. You've pulled back to my pussy's entrance, and you pause there while my body begs for you, then you slam into me again and come up close, grunting and thrusting. Watching him fuck my mouth is too much for you. You shudder and I feel the pumping, unh, yeah, inside me. You're still hard when the pumping stops, but you take it out anyway. There's a pause, but then I feel you sliding up and down my slit again, except now you're sliding into my ass. I groan around him and clutch at him. 'OOOH! SHIT!' He hardens in my throat, his grasp tightens on my head and breast. The warm spurting comes, and then the taste of him. He's slimier than you, a little less bitter, more salty. I drink him down as he speaks his encouragement to me. As he subsides you draw my attention by pressing my clit, so the last dribbles of him trail on my cheek as I turn to face you. Some of his cum is still visible in my mouth. I run my tongue on my lips, teasing you. Caught up, you bend to me and kiss me, tasting him. 'Slut, you're going to pay for that,' you say gruffly when the kiss breaks. You pull out of me, but keep at my clit. I want you back there and reach for you. You comply, and immediately the strokes into my ass are harder and deeper than they were before, but very soon you deprive me again. When I feel the shifting and I open my eyes this time he's replaced you between my legs. I start in fear, and I try to struggle away, not wanting to give my most tender hole to him but you hold me in place. He slides into my pussy then lays himself flat on top of me, kissing me, holding me tightly to him and stroking me deeply. I let myself go to enjoy the sensation his curved cock gives rubbing the side and front of my pussy. When I am most engrossed and least expect it he holds tight to my body, rolls us both over and locks his forearms over my hips trapping me as I start to lurch upright on top of him. I feel the bed shift as you come up behind me and the scents of my pussy and ass fill my nostrils as one of your hands covers my mouth. He angles his hips so that my ass is further exposed, and yes, there you are, feeding your cock back into my asshole. My attempts to struggle only speed your penetration of my ass and increase the pleasure for both of you. Soon the two of you've gotten a rhythm going, one surging in while the other is pulling out, so that you are rubbing each other through me and tearing me apart. My body is shaking, hips swaying with the pleasure. You push my head around and kiss me, your other hand teasing one breast. He has come up to suck on the other breast, and I lose it completely, cumming and squirting over him, shitting and farting around you. I feel the effects of my orgasm on both of you. The rhythm is lost, and each of you is satisfying himself in his own hole, twisting, thrashing, pounding mercilessly until I could feel the warmth pumping in both my battered holes. My body is spasming still, riding the high from both of your actions. When it's over you pull out, and lie on the bed, and he turns us (me and him) onto our sides, so that I end up on the bed between both of you. I drift off into unconsciousness, my body still having little spasms of pleasure. I am roused some time later by a thick pressure on my ass. I am on my belly, slightly turned to one side. My eyes open to see you sitting on a chair in front of me, so I know it's him. I didn't want him there. Both of you knew. 'Next time don't let guys play with your ass in front of each other, if you don't want both of them to fuck it,' he whispers harshly in my ear, and continues his thrusts into me. I try to move but find that I am pinned by his body. My ass is sore, and the pressure burns now, so I try raising my body again and open my mouth to protest. You're kneeling on the bed in front of me immediately, your semi-hard cock hanging there. I can smell the trace of my ass-juices on it. I try to turn away, but his head is blocking that move. One of your hands grabs my nose, pinches it shut. I struggle, mouth shut, eyes tearing, delaying my humiliation, but it is inevitable. I need air, and when I finally gasp you stuff your soiled cock down my throat, making me clean all my ass-juice off you and swallow it down along with anything I've wretched up from my churning stomach in the process. In this time he has penetrated my ass, and is now stroking in it. It's feeling good now, and I'm grunting around your cock, bringing you back to a full erection. You've both cum several times already, so it takes a while to be over. By the time it is the pain has come back into the pleasure in my sore ass and his spurts burn inside me. My jaws have tired, and my mouth is slack and drooling when you trickle the last cum in your balls onto my tongue. 'This is what you wanted? Hmmm?' You're the one asking. My mouth can't move to answer. I can only lie there on the stained sheets dazed, spent, drooling, and draining semen from my holes. I am only vaguely aware of the two of you showering and leaving. I brought this on myself. In Confidence Note: This is a sequel to my earlier earlier sequence of stories, "An Apology in the Morning", "The Education of Mrs Jones", and "Demagnetisation". You don't have to read them all, or even read them in sequence, but things will probably make more sense that way. * She was waiting for him on a bench across the road at the end of his working day, and when she saw him emerge from the building's front door, she hurried across to intercept him. "Ed," she said, "we need to talk." "Oh, hello, Becca," he replied, looking a little surprised. "I'd heard that you'd left the company. Weren't you going back to college?" "Yeah -- I start next week. But that's not want I'm here about." "Then what do you want to talk to me about? As I recall, the last thing that you said to me, outside of absolute unavoidable work conversation, was that you were sleeping with my son. And then you made it clear that you wanted no more to do with me." "Yeah, well, it's about that, Mr Smug Bastard Friar. Did you set me up with your Nick?" He looked at her for a moment. "What makes you think that I did?" he asked. "I've only just put it all together," she said. "But it all fits. I was in that pub because of something you said, and Nick comes in and says he's seen me at the office -- though I've never seen him before, I'm sure. He chats me up, and tells me all about himself -- but he never mentions you, or his surname. I only guessed who he was because I remembered that picture that used to be on your desk. In fact, he never said anything about you, right up to when I dumped him. And you didn't look too worried when you saw me again." "And that's your evidence?" "Yeah. God, I feel stupid. I thought that I was messing with you, and all the time, you just wanted me off your neck, and your son was getting a good shag out of it." "Okay, you got there in the end -- and okay, you have the right to a bit more of an explanation. But I'm too old and it's too cold to stand here having arguments in the street, so I suggest that we go down to the coffee shop down the road and talk about this. But there are two conditions." "Yeah?" "First, no shouting and no scenes, at least in the coffee shop. I want to be able to go back there, and I think we should both behave like adults. And second, I'm going to be completely honest with you, so I want you to promise to be honest with me about anything that's relevant." Rebecca glowered, but then she nodded. "Okay," she said, "I'll play your little game, for now." He smiled, and led off. At the coffee shop, he bought them both cappuccinos, and they found a free table with two seats. "Okay," said Ed, "you're perfectly correct -- Nicholas and I did set things up rather. He has been in the office, but not for many years, and I wasn't expecting you to remember that picture; I put it away a while back, when I ... realised that it showed Nicholas as a child, which he isn't any longer. You must have craned round to my side of the desk to see much of it, or been round there when I was out, and it was smart of you to recognise him from it. He has changed quite a bit." "Sod all that. You knew that I was interested in you, and you used that to pimp me to your son!" "Actually, I'd say more that I pimped Nick to you. But it was his idea, mostly, and I admit that he didn't complain about it. Nor did you, at the time, from what you said." "You bastard. You did all that to get me off your neck." Rebecca was still keeping her voice level, Ed was please to note; the coffee shop was filling up, with one new arrival sitting back to back with Rebecca. "You were being very persistent, and I had to find some way of distracting you. I liked you, but I didn't fancy a messy office affair, and you're just eighteen..." "Nineteen. It was my birthday last week." "Oh, well, happy birthday. But anyway, I had the feeling that you were looking for a father figure. None of that stuff was my style." "You could just have nicely told me to back off." "I could, but I don't think you would have listened. And I thought that you needed something more than a disappointment; you needed, well, a positive alternative to me." "Screw all that!" "Quite." Ed couldn't resist the quiet verbal jab. Rebecca paused for a second, and coloured. But she ploughed on with her original line of attack. "You were just being selfish, the pair of you -- thinking about yourselves." "Actually," said Ed, "even if that's true, we weren't the only ones. I'm sorry, but you're pretty wrapped up in yourself sometimes. You'd locked onto me, but despite all the personal questions, you never asked me if I was attached. And, well, did you ever ask Nick that, on that evening you first met him?" "He was chatting me up. Okay, I assumed not, but even if he was, he'd have lied." "Actually, I doubt it. Nick is many things, but he's very truthful. And he is seeing someone regularly, by the way. If you'd asked him straight out, he'd probably have told you. Even though it would have made what he was doing much harder." She gaped at him. "You set all that up -- Nick shagged me for two weeks -- and he had a girlfriend all along? You're sick, the pair of you!" Ed just smiled. "Perhaps you need to meet Louise -- Nick's current girlfriend. She likes him a lot, but she has no illusions about him. Sex is a hobby for him, frankly, but he is very truthful, and actually not very selfish. If any woman actually asked fidelity from him, he'd very politely run a mile. And any woman who actually tries to get to know him soon understands that." Rebecca deflated, still glowering at Ed. "Men!" she snarled. "I know, love. Bastards the lot of 'em." The comment came from the woman who had been sitting immediately behind Rebecca, in a position to hear much of what she'd said; Rebecca had never been shouting, but her anger meant that she hadn't been keeping her voice down either. The newcomer was now looking over Rebecca's shoulder, nodding with an expression of sympathy. "Do you mind?" snapped Rebecca. "This is a private conversation." "Sorry, love, but it was hard to miss some of it. Anyway, my advice is to use 'em up and dump 'em when they start to annoy you." The newcomer grinned and turned away, and Rebecca scowled. "Which is something you did happily enough with Nick, I believe," Ed went on. "But tell me -- before you did drop him, did he ever tell you his theory about confidence?" "What?" Ed shook his head. "I'll tell you what he told me. Nick is very successful with women, you know, and like most other men who see someone like that in action, I began to wonder quite how he did it. But being his father, I was able simply to ask him. And he told me it was all about confidence. "The way he tells it, all the other things -- good looks and charm, which he's got, though god knows he didn't get them from either of his parents -- good manners, money, all the rest of it -- they only get you so far if you don't have the confidence to use them, with the opposite sex or for anything else. Whereas, if you've got confidence, it can let you fake most of those things anyway." "So he's a cocky bastard." "Yes, he is, I'm afraid. But then I asked him where he got all the confidence from, and he just shrugged and that he got it from all the women. Success feeds on success, I said. But he said no, it wasn't being good at getting women into bed that made him confident, it was what they did there -- the actual sex, in fact." "In other words, he's sex-mad as well as cocky." "Maybe. But then I thought about, well, some things -- some experiences -- and I came to the conclusion that he might be onto something. You don't even have to be terribly good in bed -- just ready to give and take some pleasure, and doing it with someone who feels the same way." "Yeah, yeah, I'm sure that he's wonderful. But what's that got to do with me getting screwed up by you two?" Ed leaned forward. "You promised to be honest," he said, "so I'm going to ask you two questions, which are quite important. First -- in all your life before you met Nicholas, how many men had you slept with?" Rebecca scowled, but played along. "One," she snapped. "Uh-huh. And how many in the couple of months since you dropped him?" There was a pause. "Three," Rebecca muttered eventually. "And in the same time, you've quit your job and gone back to making something of your life. You also came right up to me and challenged me when you realised that you might have something to complain about, and by the way, you're looking better these days -- I like the new hairstyle." (Rebecca was wearing her dark hair in a simple but neat bob; her old plain shoulder-length cut and untidy fringe were gone.) "Annoying though Nick can be, I do think that his theory may have something to it." "Oh, right," Rebecca glared. "So you and him were doing me a favour." "By the looks of things -- maybe." "I still say that you're both bastards." "Oh, they are, love." The other woman had evidently not stopped eavesdropping the conversation, and once again she was craning over Rebecca's shoulder. "They'll just use you; I say that you should use 'em right back. Hi, Ed." "Hello, Gina." Ed smiled. "Sorry, I've forgotten my manners. Becca, this is Gina, the person you didn't think to ask about when you were chasing me. Gina, this is Becca." Rebecca gawped as Gina dragged a chair round to join them at their table and planted a kiss on Ed's cheek. Gina was a red-haired woman in her twenties, pale-skinned and dressed casually, who now smiled at them both. "Hi Becca. Sorry I didn't say hello earlier, but you two were deep in conversation, so I thought that I'd leave you to it for a while." "But you eavesdropped!" Rebecca accused. "Yeah, well, call me nosy, but this is a public place, and it's my man you're talking to. Anyway, you've only just got onto the good bit. Let's hear about these three men." "None of your business!" Rebecca snapped. "No, but I'm curious. I know how it is when you break up with Nick. Me, I moped around for a while, shagged one total loser, then sort of almost got Nick back except that he'd got Louise by then, and then I got Ed." She smiled happily. "Well, me and Louise got Ed. It was that sort of night. But I hung onto him." Rebecca seemed stunned into total silence, so after a while, Gina continued. "And by the way, you owe me. It was my flat you were using when you were screwing Nick." "Yours? I didn't know..." Rebecca almost squealed. "I don't suppose that you ever asked," Ed murmured. "I'll let you off," said Gina, "just so long as you do spill the beans on those three lucky guys." "It's still none of your business," Rebecca muttered. "No," said Ed to Gina, "it isn't. Anyway, I'm sure that Becca has got quite enough to think about, and we were supposed to be going out to dinner." "Oh, no," said Gina, "you can't just run the poor girl through the mangle and then throw her away, even if that is what she did to Nick. We can get an extra seat at that restaurant, I'm sure." Ed looked bemused, then turned to Rebecca. "Okay, your choice," he said. "Yeah," Gina added. "You can go off and eat a whole tub of chocolate ice cream while sticking pins in dolls of Ed and Nick, or you can come along with us and make Ed feel guilty all the way through his dinner." Rebecca scowled hard at her coffee for a long minute. Then she looked up. "Okay," she said, "I still don't believe you people, but I'll give you a chance to explain yourselves more." "Attagirl," said Gina. "Men come and go, but you can rely on dinner. Ed, you call the place." She stood up and threw on a long coat. Ed shrugged and pulled out his mobile phone as the group straggled out of the coffee shop. He hoped to speak to Gina on the way to the restaurant, but she fell deep into conversation with Rebecca, talking to her about local bands which he'd never heard of. In fact, he was largely left out of any discussion until they were seated at the restaurant, and had ordered their food and a bottle of wine. Only then did Rebecca turn to him. "Okay," she said, "if this confidence thing is so great, what's it done for you?" He looked at the third person present. "Well," he said, "I suppose you could say that it got me Gina." "No," said Gina. "It let you keep me, maybe. But I gave it to you." She smiled mischievously. "So to speak." "So how did you and Gina -- get together?" Rebecca asked. "It's a long story," said Ed, "but I guess that you could say it was partly down to Nick." "Still sounds like it mostly works for him, then," Gina commented. Ed shook his head. "Actually, there's another thing I think it did, even without me trying. How long did we work together?" "Bit less than a year, maybe." "Right. And when did you notice me -- first start paying attention to me?" Rebecca scowled. "Two or three months ago, I suppose." "Right," said Ed. "Yeah -- right," Gina agreed. "You decided that he was worth going after once I'd given him enough confidence to look cool." Rebecca looked daggers at both of them. "But there were lots of things going on there. You two don't know anything about me or my life!" "No," Gina allowed, "but, well, about that. You said that you'd had just one, well, one real boyfriend before Nick, but you've been doing a lot more in that line since. So what do you reckon changed?" Rebecca scowled again. "Lots of things," she said. "Okay, I admit, what happened with Nick gave me some ideas. And at the same time, I was feeling angry with Ed -- he kept ignoring me, and yet his own son seemed to like me. God, I was stupid to think that..." "No you weren't," Gina interrupted. "Nick liked you okay." "He said so, did he?" "Yeah -- but the fact is, Nick likes almost all women. It's part of his secret. I still don't know why you dumped him, if you hadn't worked out what we'd done yet." "Because he was just a way to have fun when Ed was ignoring me! But I knew that he was Ed's son, so he felt like second best. And I wanted to get back at the whole family. Okay, okay -- I was a bit screwed up. And I did feel bad after I dropped him. That's why..." She paused. "Yes?" Gina prompted. "That's why I went out and grabbed someone else. I took my mind off it, and tried out this stuff about using men before they used me." "Who was the, err, unlucky man?" Ed asked. "Just some guy who was working lunchtimes at a bar in town on that Sunday. I was pissed off enough to dive straight in there for a drink, and he said something about drinking alone, and I almost told him where to get off. But then I saw he was quite cute, so I said thanks instead, and got talking to him -- asked him when he got off work..." **** She was waiting when he slipped out of the back entrance of the bar. "Hi," she said. "Hello again," he said. "You're still free?" "For a few hours." "And not so angry with the guy that you want to get blind drunk?" "No. That was just a first reaction, you know? I've got better ways to get him out of my system." "That's good." "Yeah, it is. Wanna help?" "What have you got in mind?" "Where do you live?" He lived in a flat a few minutes away. The moment they were through the door, she pushed him against the wall and jammed her mouth against his while dragging at his shirt. He grabbed one of her buttocks in each hand, and half-walked, half-carried her to his bedroom. Once there, however, she pushed him onto the bed with a barked "Sit down!", and then stood back and began, very slowly at first, to remove her clothes. Once she was down to bra and knickers, however, he grabbed her by the hips and pulled her onto the bed, spoiling her attempts at imperious command. He pushed his own trousers and underpants half-way down his thighs, revealing a growing erection, then grabbed her and unfastened her bra. He clamped his mouth to her breasts as she let him pin her to the bed, then he pulled back, making space for himself to pull her knickers off her. Then he produced a condom from somewhere and quickly put it on his cock. "Okay," she said, looking at him as she spread her legs wide, "all yours." He knelt between her thighs and took his cock in one hand, then placed it at her cunt lips and pushed. She gasped and then smirked. "Okay," she said again, "that's right!" As he thrust into her, she suddenly realised -- men could be different, in small but interesting ways, here just as elsewhere. She had already experienced two very different lovers, but she had seen the difference between those two as a matter of Nick simply being better, more considerate and less rushed than Graeme, her first. But this man was different again, different in the way he kissed her, in his timing and the feel of his chest against her breasts and the size and shape of his cock in her cunt. She clamped her legs around his, kicking at his trousers to move them further down as he pounded into her. Later, she decided that he had been quite considerate, making sure to push her all the way to orgasm before he let go himself, but at the time, the fucking felt like a furious race -- and she was happy with that, as pulses of pleasure spread from her cunt and clitoris throughout her body. Her hips bucked and thrust against him, and they both began to grunt and groan animalistically. She did reach climax first, though, clawing at his back and moaning seconds before she felt him pulsing inside her. After that, he relaxed, but she clamped her arms and legs around him, rocking steadily under him until another orgasm built itself within her cunt and then flooded through her body like a wave. Only then did she release him, and he rolled off and lay beside her, fondling her breasts with a smile. "Thanks," she said, "I needed that." And she realised that this was nothing other than the simple truth. "I could tell," he said. She threw her arms above her head and grinned at the ceiling. "Yeah," she said, "that does it!" She twisted round and kissed him briefly on the cheek -- and then she rolled away, sat up, and began gathering up her clothes. He watched her, smiling wryly. "No hangover this way?" he asked. "Nope," she said, "just a clear head." She finished dressing and strolled with what she hoped was casual ease to the door, and then looked back at him. "That was nice," she said, "see you around, maybe." **** "God, I was crazy there," Rebecca said. "Grabbing that guy for a quick screw... Pathetic, really." "Wow," said Gina, "I don't know about pathetic -- you'd turned your ideas right around. Even if it was a bit crazy, it was still you seeing what you wanted and going out and getting it. Got Nick out of your system, like you said. No harm done." "I was messing that guy around, though, wasn't I? I don't want to be as bad as you people." "I wouldn't worry about him," Ed said. "A nice looking guy working in a bar -- he'll get plenty of offers. But he accepted yours. Confidence, Becca." Then the starter arrived, and the three of them spent a few minutes eating. Ed, feeling that Gina was best at taking the lead here, sat back, pouring wine when it was wanted. Eventually, they finished that course, and Gina turned back to Rebecca. "Anyway," she said, "it sounds like that's the only one you're at all worried about -- the only bollocks-to-all-men, get-things-out-of-your-system sort of fuck you've had. But you said that there were three in the last couple of months. So the other two must've been different, right?" "Sort of," Rebecca answered, "but the second -- well, that was kind of revenge sex too, at least to begin with. It's just it was about hating someone else." "Wow. Maybe you do have a few issues. Okay, who was that one about?" In Confidence "Graeme. The boy I... My boyfriend before Nick." "Oh yeah. What was he like?" Rebecca had never said much about this male to either Ed or Nick, although Nick had murmured to Ed and Gina that he couldn't have been much of a lover, judging by her responses to the simplest things in bed. "Oh... He was a creep." Rebecca coloured. "And I was an idiot. I thought that he meant the things he said to me, you know? Then, once I was sleeping with him, he just wanted me to go out with him and his mates while he got pissed. I reckon that he was showing me off to them." "Oh, that old story," said Ed. "I can see why you went after a father figure when you were on the rebound -- anything to get away from that sort of adolescent. Not that it was a very good idea, I'm afraid -- plenty of men my age would have slept with you and then boasted about it to their friends." "Yeah, well... Anyway, eventually I got sick of him and dumped him..." "Good girl," said Gina, "you've always had a bit of sense, then. Oh, sorry -- I'll shut up. This is your story." **** Rebecca was taking a short cut through the park when she Graeme and a bunch of his friends approaching from the other direction. She huddled within her coat, suddenly burning red -- but she couldn't avoid Graeme's notice. "Woo, it's Becky. You want to come back, darlin', you can always ask. I'll think about it -- and you'll not get a better offer..." Rebecca kept walking, refusing to meet Graeme's eye. She was a little surprised, though, to hear another voice from the group. "Oh, give it a r-r-r-rest, Graeme." The speaker was a taller member of the group, she glimpsed out of the corner of her eye -- probably a bit older than Graeme, and not as scruffily dressed. But he hadn't done her much good; in fact, he was simply hooted down. She carried on walking for a few moments until she found a bench to sit on, her face burning even more with rage. Graeme didn't know anything; even if she had indeed been desperate for sex, she knew now, he'd be a lousy choice as a supplier... "Are you oka-ka-kay?" She looked up. The question had come from the tall friend of Graeme's, it seemed. At least he was alone. "What's it to you?" she snapped. "Family re-re-re-responsibility, I suppose. I'm Graeme's brother." "Oh." She looked up at that. "You'll be Richie the -- Big Brother Richie." Richie the Wimp, she hadn't said. She'd never met him before, but Graeme had talked about him -- mostly to sneer at him. She'd laughed along like a dutiful girlfriend, but even then, she'd had the lurking suspicion that Richie's offences were having a university degree and an interesting job that involved lots of foreign travel -- two things that were likely to be beyond Graeme -- as well as a stammer. "Yes." Richie nodded. "Where's Graeme and the rest of them, anyway?" "Oh, they've gone to the m-m-match." "Course they have. It's Saturday afternoon. Without you, though?" "Not my st-st-style." He paused. "Anyway, if you are okay, I'll leave you alo-lo-lo..." "Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to be rude. Sit down if you want. I don't own the bench." Richie paused, then shrugged and sat. "I'm Rebecca, by the way," "Y-yes -- Graeme said." "What were you doing out with him, anyway?" Rebecca asked, "I didn't think that you two got on." "Oh, I'm just visiting M-m-mum and Dad," Richie explained, "and I was heading the same way when he went out. You're r-r-right, though. Dunno why I b-b-bother. Trying not to upset M-m-mum, really." "Don't try too hard. From what I've seen, I think she knows him well enough that she won't blame you." Richie shrugged, and Rebecca looked at him. He was very different from his brother -- gawky, perhaps a bit of a geek. But his actions, and the fact that he didn't get on with Graeme, made her warm to him. "Sorry," she said, "I didn't mean to keep you." "Oh, n-n-no problem. I just had some st-stuff to pick up from the shops." "Oh, I was heading that way myself. Come on, we might as well walk together." Not surprisingly, they were heading for completely different shops -- Rebecca needed a new pair of shoes, while Richie was buying stuff for his computer. But he followed her into the shoe shops out of some kind of politeness, and offered honest if vague opinions about her choices when asked, so she felt obliged to follow him into his shops, where she noticed that he became more precise in his manner, with less of a stammer. "Fancy a coffee?" she asked when he was done. "Okay," he said, but then he led her into one of the more expensive coffee shops, and ordered a strong espresso, which he drank with an intent expression. She watched him, sipping her sweet milky coffee more casually. "Hey," she said, "fancy going out tonight?" He seemed startled, but after a moment he said yes -- after which, there were a few minutes of confused negotiation while they learned that he assumed that this meant a meal while she had assumed that it would mean a drink. Soon, Rebecca had the feeling that their ideas about ways to spend their time would be completely at odds. "I've got a better idea," she said. "You can just come round to my place. My mum always goes out with her mates on a Saturday night, so it'll be quiet." "Get a takeaway or so-so-something?" "Something like that." They fixed a time and went their separate ways. When Richie showed up as promised, clutching a couple of bags of takeaway food -- Rebecca had a bad feeling that he hadn't trusted what she might acquire if she'd had a vote -- he found her wearing a long, lightweight cotton dress. "That's n-nice," he said as she directed him to sit on the sofa. "I d-d-don't keep up with f-fashion..." "Oh, it's not fashionable," she said, "I just like it." "Why's that?" "A couple of things," she said. Then she knelt astride him on the sofa, and touched his chin with one hand. He was gawping a little, but that gave her the chance to give him a deep kiss. "That was n-n-nice," he said rather bemusedly when she stopped to breath. Rebecca ignored that. "About the dress," she said, "it's rather thin -- I bought it for beaches in summer, really. Put your hands on my bottom." Richie, still looking startled, obeyed. "There," Rebecca went on, "what do you feel through it?" "N-n-nothing..." "Exactly." She stood up. "Come on," she said, "we can microwave the food later." But Richie remained seated. "Are you sh-sure?" he asked. "Course I'm sure." He remained paralysed. "Oh," she said suddenly, blushing, "you are -- well, you do do this, don't you?" Richie took a deep breath. "Yes. I do." He looked at her, scowling a little. "Don't tell me -- Graeme said something..." "I don't care about Graeme..." "Good. But for the record, no, I'm not g-g-gay -- and I'm not a v-v-virgin, either. I just haven't let Graeme m-m-meet any of my g-g-girlfriends. They were all too n-n-nice for that." "I'm sure that they were. But it's too late with this one -- I know the little sod. But let's forget about him for now. Let's just enjoy ourselves." Richie paused for a moment more, but then he smiled. "Okay," he said, stood up, and embraced her gently. She squirmed against him deliberately. "Feel that?" she said, "No bra either." "You d-d-don't m-m-mess about, d-do you?" "Not when I don't want to." Upstairs, in her bedroom, Rebecca stood back while Richie removed his shoes and jacket, and then more slowly, his shirt, socks, and trousers. She noticed a promising bulge in his underpants. "Sorry if I'm not m-m-much to look at..." "You're fine," she said. Then she reached down to the hem of the dress with both hands, and drew it up over her head in what she hoped was a single smooth move. She was indeed completely naked underneath, and she was pleased to find Richie staring at her with a smile. He stepped forward and kissed her again -- rather nicely, she decided -- and then nodded towards the bed. She lay down on it, and he responded by kneeling on the floor and bringing his face down to her pussy. He looked at it for a moment, and used his hands to open the outer lips, just a little clumsily, but then he applied his lips and tongue to her clitoris. She felt a thrill go through her. Nick had done this to her, and she knew that she liked it then, but she was pleased to realise that she liked it just as much from Richie. After a few moments, she caressed his hair. "Mmm," she said, "you've done this before, haven't you?" He paused to look at her. "Once or t-twice," he said, then he went back to work. She decided that Richie had definitely got the smarts in that family. He knew what he was doing here, and seemed to like doing it. He also had patience, gently teasing her with his mouth until she eventually reached a first shuddering climax. He looked at her again. "You o-okay?" he asked. "Bloody hell, yes." "Sh-shall we..." "Yes -- I mean, yes please. There's condoms on the bedside table." He kissed her hips and thighs quickly, and then stood up and dropped his underpants to reveal a full erection. Rebecca handed him a condom packet, and he opened it and donned the contents -- but then he leaned forward again to kiss her stomach and breasts before kneeling between her thighs. She actually moaned a little with impatience before he pushed into her... And then he paused, for just a moment, before he began to move his hips, slowly, gently. God, she thought, this is pretty good. She realised that her clitoris was still sensitive from his mouth-work, and he gradually eased her to a second orgasm and then -- god! -- A third. Only then did he raise himself up on his arms and increase the strength of his thrusts until she heard him gasp softly and felt him come. He moved off her and lay down, looking at her with a smile. "Wow," she said, "you take your time, don't you?" "S-s-sorry..." "No! I mean, Christ no -- it was brilliant. Sorry if I seemed to rush things at first." "I was f-flattered," he said, and smiled again. "But shall we go have that f-f-food now?" They sat on the sofa, sharing reheated takeaways, and she ruffled his hair. "Reckon you'll be up for another go-round a bit later?" she asked. "I wouldn't m-mind." "You can spend the night if you like. Mum won't mind." Well, that was a point that had never been tested -- although Rebecca's mother had been fully aware of her relationship with Graeme, and of something during her fling with Nick. "Okay. Thanks. I'll call home." The second time, he invited her to get on top of him, and she attempted to imitate his careful, gradual approach. Impatience got the better of her as she rode him, though, and she moaned loudly as she came. After that, however, he caressed her breasts deftly as he pushed up into her, and erupted again with a moan of his own. As they lay together in the afterglow, she looked at his face as she dozed off. Not handsome, she decided, but okay -- and a mouth that could do what he did to her cunt could look how it liked. In the morning, though, she woke to find herself alone, and decided that he must have slipped away home in the small hours, hopefully without disturbing her mother. Hearing sounds from the kitchen, she pulled on a robe and went downstairs. But there she found Richie, dressed and chatting pleasantly with her mother, who looked -- thank god -- more or less charmed. In fact, Richie was -- Hell's bells! -- preparing breakfast. Well, that's a kink I never tried with Nick, she caught herself thinking. He looked up at her as she entered. "Oh, hi," he said, "I was about to b-b-bring you this." "Thanks," she said quietly, and sat down. "You've met, then?" "We have," said her mother with an odd expression. Nick passed them both tea, and handed a bowl of cornflakes to Rebecca. "Excuse me a second," he said. "Bathroom's at the top of the stairs," her mother said as he went out. Then she turned to Rebecca. "Well," she whispered, "I would ask where you found this one, but I know his family from way back. He's not much like his brother, is he?" "No," said Rebecca, still quiet. "Yes, well, that's great, isn't it? I'd hang onto him if I were you. There's not many will make you breakfast. Frankly, love, there's not many will stick around for breakfast." After breakfast, Richie and Rebecca found themselves in her room together, sitting side by side on the bed. Richie had thanked Rebecca for providing breakfast, and she had thanked him for fetching it, and then a tricky silence fell between them. Then Rebecca took a deep breath, twisted round, and kissed Richie hard on the lips. "Thanks," he said when she let him. "That for anything in p-p-particular?" But she just kissed him again, and used her weight to bear him back onto the bed. Breaking the kiss, she ran a hand down the front of his shirt to his trousers, where she unzipped his fly and briefly put her hand inside to caress the bulge in his underpants, before completing the job of unfastening things. "This ab-b-bout anything specific?" he asked again. "Just taking my mother's advice," she replied, kneeling on the bed next to him to pull his trousers and underpants together down his hips. His cock came free; it was beginning to swell. "And because I really, really fancy another shag," she added. She smiled and opened her dressing gown to reveal that she was still naked underneath. Then she ran a fingertip gently up and down the length of Richie's cock until it hardened fully, before finding a condom on the bedside table, fitting it, and straddling him. He smiled back as she lowered herself onto him, and reached up to tease her nipples with his own fingertips. She moaned a little in the back of her throat as both of them began moving their hips in circular motions. They both came almost simultaneously after a few minutes, and then rested together for a few minutes before Rebecca lifted herself off and delicately removed and binned the condom. "Fancy doing this again some time?" she asked, "Like, soon?". And so Rebecca kept Richie for a while. She was worried at first about how Graeme would find out about this -- she soon decided that she probably wanted him to know, but she didn't want to hear him being vile to Richie about her -- but they managed that problem. Richie made no secret that he was having an affair with someone -- staying out all night was an obvious hint -- but he never said anything about who he was seeing, despite Graeme's attempts to suggest that he was faking things or that he was gay. Rebecca never called Richie at his family home, and Richie never addressed her by name when he was on his mobile to her and Graeme was around. Eventually, though, she and Richie were out together, arm in arm, when they walked passed Graeme in the street. She silently braced herself for some nasty remark about cast-offs or something, but Graeme was too startled to speak and Richie managed a cool smile. After that, she and Richie never really mentioned the subject, although she got the impression from him that Graeme had decided to leave the topic alone. She and Richie didn't actually have much to talk about, it seemed to Rebecca, but Richie was sweet -- and more importantly, to be honest, the sex was great. Richie wasn't quite as clever as Nick, and he could be clumsy, but he really tried to make things good for her, and he only ever needed telling what she liked once. Sometimes she went to him in his house on the other side of the county at weekends, sometimes he came back to her place, and a couple of times they went away to little hotels in the country -- which she'd have found boring, except that they had comfortable beds, and they could strip naked and fuck like maniacs (very polite maniacs in Richie's case) so she didn't get bored at all. But Rebecca found herself worrying as time passed, and eventually, she decided that things had gone far enough. Lying in her own bed again with Richie in the afterglow of sex, she looked at him with a wry smile. "Hey," she said, "we've got to talk. About us." "What about us?" "This has been great, you know, but let's be honest -- we went out together to wind Graeme up. We don't have much in common, do we? And the sex has been good, but now..." "The j-joke's over?" Richie smiled ruefully. "I guess that you're right -- time to leave things before we get bored." "Yeah, I must bore you..." "Oh, I du-dunno..." Richie reached out and fondled her breast with a cheerful smile. "I thought I must b-bore you, mostly. And don't under-der-derestimate yourself. You're a smart girl. You should do more with yourself." "Yeah, well, I've been thinking about that... But anyway, will you be okay?" "M-me? Sure. It's been a great few weeks, but n-n-now I've got a lot of business trips coming up... I'd just have been le-le-leaving you at a loose end." He winked at her and then rolled over onto his back. "You'll have your own l-l-life to lead. But thanks, anyway. It's been good." **** Things fell silent at the table for the moment as the waiter cleared away the main course plates, then Gina spoke. "Okay," she acknowledged, "that was a bit of a revenge fuck too, to start with. But it sounds like you gave Richie a pretty good time, and I'm betting that you gave him some confidence." "Okay," Rebecca allowed, "it was good, and I took him seriously -- he took me seriously, after all." "Sounds like you're doing fine, then. Hey, does this place still do those little almond things?" For a few minutes, the three diners were distracted by the dessert menu, but then things fell quiet again as the waiter went off with their order, and Gina turned back to Rebecca. "So what about man number three, then?" she demanded. Rebecca shrugged. "Oh, that was nothing..." she said. "Hey, even I know that sex isn't ever nothing. Was he really that bad?" "No... Okay, if it'll stop you pestering... It was after I'd applied to go to the college -- they invited me in for a bit of a chat -- an informal interview, you know? -- and they suggested that I take a look around the place on my own when that was done. Have lunch in the canteen, stuff like that. Anyway, it was out of term time, but there were still a few people around. Then, while I was eating, one guy sat down near me and started talking to me -- though his English wasn't that good. Turned out that he was an Italian student, over here on some kind of short course..." **** Rebecca had bought a salad and a soft drink from the counter, and looked down at them as she decided that she was being chatted up -- or at least, that the Italian guy was trying to chat her up. He had a bit of charm, but it didn't come through the language barrier half as well as a probably thought. At first, she was a little annoyed. She'd thought that she'd mastered the art of huddling down and avoiding attention, but it seemed that this wasn't working now. Perhaps the new hairstyle and clothes were something to do with that? On the other hand, well, she could find this flattering. Although she told herself not to get too vain. He probably wants to pull an English girl so that he'll have something to boast about to his mates back home, she thought -- and in that case, any local girl would doubtless have done. On the other hand, when she looked at him -- Marcello, he was called -- she had to admit that he was quite cute-looking, in a Mediterranean sort of way. Watch it, she reminded herself, you used to think that Graeme looked nice -- and if she was right about his motives, this one wasn't much better than Graeme. On the other hand -- well, perhaps he was just away from home and looking for a, what were the words, an innocent flirtation. Anyhow, it would be rude to a visitor to treat him like dirt just for talking to her, even if he was trying a bit hard. Perhaps it was just how Italians were. In Confidence And she did feel flattered, she realised. She was a little bit curious, too; and she'd said in the interview only an hour before that she wanted to see more of the world, and to meet new people... Then a bunch of other Italians came in, almost came to their table, then saw her and steered away. She glanced at them as they sat down with their food and began to talk noisily as they ate. "Are those your friends?" she asked. Marcello shrugged. "Yes," he said, "that's all of us." She looked again. There were three other boys and three girls, and now she looked, they were sitting close together in pairs, talking to each other in that in-the-face sort of way, trading bits of food... "You're the only one who hasn't got a girlfriend with you," she noted. Marcello shrugged again. "Is just the luck," he said. "We go back tomorrow..." "Still -- it must be a bit boring." Marcello smiled ruefully, and she looked at him again. Perhaps he was chatting her up just for boasting rights, but she could guess that being the odd one out in a group in a foreign country, for days at a time, must be a real bore. "Have you got out much?" she asked. "Tourism," he said, "a bit. Is a busy course, though. Have time off this afternoon." "How long?" "One hour. Almost two." Well, that ruled out showing him the wonders of the town. So much for proper hospitality to visitors... "I hope that English people have been good enough to you," she said. "They have been nice," he said, with a smile directed straight at her. Damn, he was quite cute. "Let's take a stroll -- a walk," she said, "as you've got an hour." The college grounds were nice, but nothing special. Rebecca looked at Marcello, and thought about him going back to Italy the next day, and how both of them perhaps came to the college hoping for wider experience of the world... "Have they given you a room?" she asked. "Yes. A little room." "Come on. You can show me." It was a small, plain college room, and when they got there, Marcello seemed unsure what to do next. He offered to make her a tea or coffee with the kettle that came with the room, but she shook her head, and then touched him on the chin and smiled. "I don't want you thinking that all English girls are like me," she said, "but I do want you to think that England is a friendly place." "It is friendly," he said, but he was getting the hint; he stepped up to her and kissed her. He was a good kisser, as it turned out. Rebecca decided that she needed more practise at that -- and now was a good time to start. They half-sat, half-fell onto the bed together, still kissing, kicking off their shoes as they went, and then Marcello drew his head back, smiled another of those cute smiles, and reached up to start unbuttoning the smart blouse Rebecca had put on for the interview. She smiled back and ran her hands under his sweater and t-shirt, caressing his back. Once he had her blouse open, he buried his face in her cleavage, murmuring Italian words that sounded like flattery as he did so. She enjoyed that for a moment, then broke away and sat up on the edge of the bed, shedding the blouse and the jacket she was still wearing over it. Marcello reached up to her bra strap but she twisted away from him and reached out to grab his sweater. "Keep it fair," she said, and he took the hint, pulling sweater and t-shirt off in one go. Rebecca smiled at his slim body, then turned away from him again. ""Okay," she said, and raised her arms above her head, stretching her torso. She felt Marcello undo her bra, and she took it off, tossed it onto the heap with her other clothes, and rolled back to lie beside him on the bed. He traced kisses down her throat, then began to work on her breasts. God, this was nice! He seemed happy to take a long time there, and she was very happy to let him, casually tracing her fingertips over his shoulders and back while he switched from nipple to nipple, sometimes using just the tip of his tongue, sometimes taking them gently between his teeth, until both were erect and tingling. Eventually, she grabbed his shoulders and twisted down to kiss him on the mouth. That put her crotch to crotch with him, and she felt a huge hard bulge in his jeans. "Right!" she said. "Right?" he repeated, sounding puzzled. "You know the English word, 'fuck'?" she asked him. He nodded cheerfully. "Okay," she said, "now we fuck." She clambered off the bed and removed her trousers and knickers, trying to throw in the odd wiggle and turning her back for a moment before turning to show her pussy to Marcello, attempting to give him a bit of a show. She wasn't sure how good a job she did, but to judge by his grin and the enthusiasm with which he was pushing off his jeans and underpants, he was happy enough. She grinned back at the sight of an erection that looked more than adequate for her needs, then turned away. "Huh?" Marcello said from the bed. "English girls aren't stupid," she said, dipping down to her handbag. She turned back to him holding a condom packet. He lay back as she advanced on the bed, extracting the condom. Kneeling on the bed, she put it on him, then pushed him back down as he began to reach up towards her. Leaning forward, she whispered, "You're a good kisser," and kissed him. He grinned even more broadly when she broke away. "Am a good fucker, too," he assured her. "We'll see," she said, then threw a leg over his hips. He reached down and took his cock in his hand, and between them they guided it to the entrance to her cunt. Then, before she could sink down onto him, he thrust his hips upwards, pushing deep into her. She gasped, then pushed down, bearing his hips back down onto the bed. He began murmuring more Italian that she didn't understand, but she guessed that she was just supposed to think it sounded nice -- and it did. He reached up again to fondle her breasts, which were still sensitised enough from his earlier mouth work that she moaned a little just at his touch. At the same time, both of them were writhing their hips in what grew into frantic action, and the whole thing rapidly turned into a wild fuck, both of them gasping and moaning, Marcello murmuring a stream of Italian, Rebecca occasionally gasping "yes, yes" or "harder, harder" in response. Rebecca threw herself forward, resting her hands either side of Marcello's head, and began pushing down hard onto him as he pushed back and upwards. Their gasps and moans grew even louder as raw lust flooded both of them, and Rebecca soon let out an orgasmic cry of "Yeah!", followed seconds later by a massive surging thrust from Marcello. They paused for breath then, but only for a moment, as each realised that the other wasn't done yet; with a twist, without pulling out of Gina, Marcello rolled her onto her back with himself on top of her. Then he raised himself on his hands and began thrusting again, staring down at her as she threw her hands above her head in abandon. Then, for a second, he paused. She looked at him. "What is it?" she asked. "Your boobs jiggle beautiful," he replied. Rebecca giggled as Marcello resumed a steady thrusting, wrapping her legs round his thighs and rotating her hips in time to his thrusts. They found themselves gasping in time with each other, until both reached a peak and Marcello collapsed on top of Rebecca as she threw her arms around him, clawing at his buttocks. Rebecca squealed as Marcello groaned, and then, all at once, they both relaxed with a gasp. After a moment, Rebecca looked at Marcello with a smile. "You like England?" she asked. "Yes," he said, still gasping for breath, "I like England." "Good," said Rebecca, "because I think I like Italy." He smiled back and rolled off her, then carefully removed the well-filled condom from his cock. Rebecca glanced at that, then rolled away from him and began looking for her clothes. "So soon?" Marcello asked. "You have things to do," Rebecca reminded him. "And you're going home tomorrow." She pulled on her knickers, then started putting on her bra. "They say English girls are cold," Marcello said, but with a laugh. "Don't complain," Rebecca said, "you've had your fuck, and now you can boast to your friends." Then she kissed him on the lips. "Just so long as you tell them I was good." She stood up and gathered up her other clothes. "Okay," Marcello said, "thank you." Rebecca said nothing more until she was dressed. Then she went to the door, and turned to look at him once last time with her hand on the door handle. "Thank you," she said, "and enjoy the rest of your stay." **** Rebecca giggled as she ate her dessert. "Right," she said, "another proper one-night-stand, but one just for the hell of it. Nice to hear that you were so concerned about British hospitality." "Oh, screw you," muttered Rebecca. "Okay, it was a quick fuck. I was curious. Doesn't prove anything about anyone, except maybe that you people have been a bad influence." "Or we -- well, Nick -- have been a good one," Ed suggested. "You may not want to make a habit of that sort of thing, but now you know that you've got the choice, and you can take charge if you want to." Rebecca blushed as she ate. "I still think that you and Nick were being creepy," she said, "but okay, I admit, I've not been much better since." "Nobody's judging you here, you know. It sounds like you're doing all the judging." "Huh." Rebecca scowled. "Lady of the jury, have you reached a verdict?" Gina asked in a deep, comic, pompous voice. "Like I said, screw you. Oh, okay... Perhaps I just needed to talk this through. Perhaps I'll call it quits now, sort of." "Sounds good to me," Gina said. "So long as you can be comfortable with yourself," Ed added. "Believe it or not, I do feel responsible for all this. But so long as you're not going to go away hating anybody too much, well, that's good." Rebecca took a deep breath. "Okay," she said. "I promise not to hate you, or Nick, any more. The pair of you may be weird and sex mad, but I suppose you meant well, and I ought to get on with my life." "You're doing fine," said Gina. "Yeah, well." Rebecca shrugged. "How much wine have I had, anyway? Must be making me mellow if I can forgive you lot." "Not very much," Ed assured her, "we're really quite tolerable when you get to know us." After he'd finished paying for the meal, the three of them emerged into a cool evening, and Gina tucked herself under Ed's right arm. After a moment, Rebecca giggled, and placed herself in the matching position on his left. After another moment, Ed left her there, and simply walked away, a smiling girl on each side. "Another drink?" Gina suggested. "I'm not up to all that hitting-the-town stuff these days," Ed said, "and anyway, if I go into a pub with a young girl on each arm, I get too many filthy looks." "Yeah, but you've got that great booze back at your flat." "That great booze is ten-year-old... Oh, never mind." Ed glanced down at Rebecca. "You're welcome to a glass," he said. "It's walking distance." "Yeah, I know, I looked you up in the company files... Oh shit." Rebecca pulled a face. "Maybe I was getting a bit hung up on you back then. But I'll have that drink." They reached Ed's flat, where the two women crashed onto armchairs while Ed found and poured the drinks. He watched Rebecca and Gina almost sternly as they accepted the glasses and sipped the drinks, dutifully paying attention to the intense flavours. Rebecca spoiled the effect by coughing for a moment, though. "Oh well," Ed said with a shrug, "you're young -- you've got time to learn." "Strikes me that Becca is a quick learner," Gina commented. "Give the poor girl a break," Ed said. "Don't worry," said Rebecca, "I've got her number now." "Woo," said Gina, "I'm going to have to watch myself round you. Anyway, tell us about this college course you're doing." Rebecca obeyed, and for a few minutes, they chatted about that, and Ed told them about his own time at university, many years before. But eventually, there was a lull in the conversation. Then Gina looked at Rebecca. "Did you really try to seduce Ed?" she asked. Rebecca stared into her empty glass. "I suppose that I did," she admitted. "Well, you can't have tried one thing," Gina declared. "What's that?" "The thing that I know always works." Gina put her glass down, got up, and walked over to where Ed was sitting. "Hi there, Ed," she said, leaning forward, and kissed him hard on the lips. Then she leaned her head back "Now fuck me, lover," she commanded. Ed looked into her eyes. "I'd be delighted," he said, "but we ought to get Becca a taxi home first." "Oh, I dunno," Gina said. "It's a Friday, nobody's not got work in the morning, and your spare bed is pretty comfortable." She looked at Rebecca. "I've slept in it once. Actually... oh, you don't wanna know what else." Rebecca pulled a face. "Probably not. But yeah, I wouldn't mind crashing here. I could save a taxi fare." But Gina had turned her attention back to Ed. "Gotta say," she remarked, "Ed's bed is more comfortable." "Hang on there," said Ed, realising that he still had to put his own glass down and doing so. "We went to all that trouble to persuade Becca that she doesn't need me, and to get her happy with the way we did it. Don't taunt her now. That's just cruel." Gina giggled. "Sorry," she said, and kissed Ed sloppily. "Think I'd better get an early night," said Rebecca. "Looks like you two have got stuff to do." Gina giggled again, but Ed moved her aside and showed Rebecca to the spare room. "I've got something you can wear..." he said, disappeared into his room, and came back with an outsize t-shirt. "Sorry about Gina," he murmured as he handed it over, "no self-control, that girl." "No worries," said Rebecca. "Mind if I have a glass of water? That wine's made me thirsty." "Sure -- help yourself. Kitchen's here..." Ed found her a glass. When they emerged from the kitchen they found Gina waiting in the corridor. She'd removed the trousers and shoes she'd been wearing, and her top wasn't quite long enough to cover her thong; she'd also undone all the buttons at the neck of the top. "C'mon, lover," she said, "like the girl said, we've got stuff to do." Ed shrugged helplessly at Rebecca, and let Gina drag him into his bedroom. However, once they were there, Gina had barely had time to unfasten two or three buttons on his shirt when there was a tentative knock at the door. Ed broke away and opened it a crack. "Sorry," said Rebecca, "really sorry, but could I just have a quick word more?" Ed opened the door fully, and Rebecca entered the room, apologising again to Gina, who was bouncing up and down on the bed. "It's just -- you two aren't going to be very quiet, are you?" Ed sighed. "Sorry, no, you're right. I'll call you that taxi." "You could," said Rebecca, "but that's not going to help enough. I'll still be lying awake all night thinking about you." "Oh crap," said Gina, "thought you were over all that. Hey, Becca?" "Yes?" "Aren't you happy that you fucked Nick, and those other three guys?" "I guess so. Yeah, I am." "But I thought that you didn't wanna fuck Ed any more?" "No, I don't, really." "Then you dunno what you're missing, sister. He's a great fuck..." she caught herself. "Sorry. So what's the problem?" "I don't know. I guess that I had all these stupid fantasies about Ed. I'm still having to get rid of them -- remind myself that he's yours, not mine -- even though I can have all those other men instead." "Who'll be more your type. Ah, shit." Gina scratched her head theatrically. "I guess we could try burning this stuff out. Shock treatment. Bit of a risk, but anyway." "What do you mean?" asked Ed. "Becca," said Gina, "you sit down on that chair there -- that's right. Now what say you watch from there while I fuck the balls off Ed?" "What?" Rebecca gasped. "You need to know, really know, that Ed's not going to sweep you off an' make you happy ever after, and now you're in danger of getting hung up on fantasies about what him an' me get up to. Well, like someone said, the one thing that kills fantasies is reality. You need to see Ed's wrinkly old bod balls-deep fucking another girl to know he's just another guy. An' I'm nobly volunteering to be the girl." "You're always very noble like that," said Ed. "But Jesus, anyone want to ask my opinion here? I've got to put on a display of exhibition-grade fucking..." "You'll do fine, lover," Gina said, and winked at Rebecca before looking back to Ed. "Don't worry, I know you're up to it." She looked again from him to Rebecca. "He can do it all," she told the other woman, "threesomes with crazy girls, married women, shows for the camera, fucking Nick's girlfriend in the shower..." "Jesus," said Rebecca, "you've done all that?" "He has," said Gina. "You didn't know what you were after when you chased him. You were lucky he was too nice." "Confidence," muttered Ed. "It can be downright dangerous. But this still doesn't sound good for Becca, to me." "No," Rebecca interrupted, "I think she might be right. Look, I hated you when I guessed what you'd done to me with Nick, but now I've forgiven you. But I've gotta walk away now, and not waste time wondering what might've happened if I'd stuck to chasing you. So I'm gonna watch you fucking her, so I know you're hers." "Okay," said Ed, "if you're sure..." "Oh, just get on with it," Rebecca snapped. "You've got a bloody great hard-on, so just stick it in the bitch." "Wooooo," said Gina, "luckily, I'll forgive you that. So long as Ed does what you say." She scrambled across the room to Ed, and unfastened another button or two before standing back and pulling her own top off over her head. Ed and Rebecca saw that she was wearing a black bra trimmed with pink lace. Ed looked at her. "Okay," he said, "you reckon you can help me put on enough of a show?" Gina giggled. "I'm confident," she said. Then she looked at Rebecca again. "Hey, love," she said, "watch this. I'm sure there's still a few things you can learn." Ed grabbed Gina, pulled her to him, and kissed her hard. As he was doing so, he was also unfastening her bra; leaning back from her, he removed it entirely and threw it aside, leaving her in nothing but her lacy thong. Putting her hands on her sides, he lifted her slightly as he brought his head down and began kissing her breasts energetically. Gina threw her head back with a murmur of pleasure, then looked again at Rebecca. "You can take notes if you like," she said. Ed pushed her onto the bed, then stood upright, and began methodically removing his remaining clothes as Gina made beckoning gestures towards him and giggled. His cock came free of his underpants, already as hard as Rebecca had said, and Gina sat up again. "Right," she said, "you probably know this one..." She leaned forward and engulfed the end of Ed's cock with her mouth, and moved her head gently back and forth as Ed simply stood, looking down at the top of her head. Then Gina shifted to kissing his balls and the base of his erection, and Ed's breathing turned to small but audible gasps. Gina paused for a moment. "Becca, do us a favour, would you?" she said, "Condoms are in the top drawer over there. I'd get them myself, but there's no point in breaking concentration." Then she went back to work. Rebecca paused for a moment, then stood up and went to find the condoms. She handed one Gina, who smiled at her, said a polite Thank You, unwrapped the condom from its foil, and applied it, slowly, carefully, to Ed's erection. Rebecca had been standing close by, watching fascinatedly, but now she returned slowly to her chair.