Friends Or Lovers Part 7

"I like him, okay. Hes married. Hes told me straight that he loves his wife, his kids. This is a friendship."

"And you believe him?" interjected Chris.

I paused for a moment. Inside I was not sure whether I believed him or not. I was not sure I wanted to believe that all he wanted was friendship, but for reasons that I could not understand I felt that he meant what he said, even if I would have liked more. Finally, I spoke.

"Yes," was all I said.

Both Chris and Carole looked at each other again and gave each other a puzzled look.

"But you never have male friends outside work!" shrieked Carole. "You have male friends at work and a line of hunks knocking at your door outside work."

I was about to object but on reflection she was probably right. I do have female friends although many stop seeing me when they have steady boyfriends. I used to think they were just busy, but slowly I realised that they were deliberately avoiding me. Men as friends? No. She was right. Friendship with men had thus far proved impossible.

"Hey! Perhaps shes growing up?" Chris commented to Carole.

"Cut the cheek you," I objected, but there was no stopping him.

"Next youll be telling us that you are going to look for a husband."

"Not tonight," I quipped.

Then, to make sure Chris was aware that Id not enjoyed his comments, I looked at him with a dismissive smile. "Men over 25 need not apply."

It was Caroles turn to laugh.

"G.o.d sis! When are you going to grow up and settle down?"

If there is one thing that Carole had never said to me before it was that I should settle down. I thought she knew better, but the way she said this in such a carefree and matter of fact way actually stopped me in my tracks for a second.

"Not tonight," I said after a moment. "Ill give it some thought tomorrow."

My mind returned to the task in hand and I could feel my face relax and a more pleasant demeanour return.

"But since the night is young and there are some young strapping lads here who are hot and willing.......lets get on and eat, drink and party."

We ordered our food and I finished my second gla.s.s of wine. People were beginning to come into the bar in greater numbers; couples, groups of young men and women, sometimes together and sometimes separate. By 9pm we were sitting at our table, and the bar was getting so crowded that we had to queue for drinks. After main courses and coffee, and a third gla.s.s of wine, I was ready to dance.

"Shall we hit the floor?" I asked.

Carole turned to Chris and gave a gesture.

"Ill stay here and order some coffees?" he responded.

"Id rather have another sparkling water. Best not to mix drinks too much," I said with a delicate hint of sarcasm.

Carole nodded and we made our way onto the floor. As I looked around, I could see the eyes of several men follow me. One of my great pleasures in life is attracting admiring looks when I dance. When the DJ put on "You s.e.xy Thing" I began to take control of the dance floor. I like this song, particularly since I saw Robert Carlisle strut his stuff in The Full Monty. G.o.d, he was great but I think I have the edge when it comes to oozing s.e.x appeal.

I put my arms above my head and I let my hips swing and my long hair fall sensuously about me. I began to look around as I danced to see whose eye I could catch. At the bar was a strong looking young man in a white tee-shirt and jeans. He looked good and I caught his eye before quickly turning my face away and giving him a sight of my curves swinging in time to the music. Each time I turned quickly the hem of my skirt rose up enough to show an increasing number of admirers that I had black stockings and suspenders on.

As I cast my eyes around the restaurant tables, I caught half a dozen men looking in my direction. One was so taken that his girlfriend put her hand under his jaw and twisted his face back so that it looked at her. I grinned broadly and briefly as I flashed a look at the young man sitting at the bar. He was with friends, chatting, but his eyes kept looking in my direction. Good, I have his attention. As the song ended, I saw that Chris was queuing at the bar not far from him so I turned to Carole.

"Ill just help Chris with the drinks," and off I went.

As I walked towards this young man I looked directly at him and I could see his nervousness. In Cosmo I read that a second of eye contact is a flirt. A two-second gaze is a come-on. Three-seconds is tantamount to telling him I want him inside my knickers. For now, I give him a series of strong admiring looks each lasting a second or two. As I walk right past him, within a couple of feet, our eyes meet. Then I turn to Chris so that my back is towards him.

"Shall I take that," I ask. Pretending to be helpful. "Dancing is thirsty work."

"Watching you makes my throat go dry too, Penny," he jokes.

"Not as much as his, I think" I say turning to my admirer and catching his eye again.

"Go easy on the young lad, Pen. His heart may not be up to it."

"Its not his heart Im interested in, Chris."

Even though I was alternating water and wine, I could feel the effects of the drink. I knew that Id probably had enough, and that another gla.s.s might cause me to get sleepy before Id had any fun. Still, it had been a while since Id let my hair down so I decided to take things as I found them. As I returned to the dance floor, I walked past my admirer again and this time I made sure that I brushed close by him and turned my head to check his eyes were following me. They were. His friends realised I was giving him the eye and they were ribbing him and laughing loudly. One gave him a shove forward as if to say "Go on, get after her!" He smiled and laughed in an embarra.s.sed way but did not come out onto the dance floor. He seemed a bit more nervous that most men. Whether it was the drink or not, he definitely looked good to me. I decided to bide my time.

Carole was bopping away to YMCA when I arrived back with my drink. I tip-toed around her while I downed the water, gently moving in time with the music so as not to spill anything. The next record was Madonnas Open Your Heart, one of my favourites, and Carole decided to leave me to hog the limelight while she drank her coffee. Soon I was in full flow again, with my arms above my head, gyrating my hips and inviting the onlookers to let their imagination run wild.

A number of men tried to join in with me while my young admirer remained at the bar drinking his pint. I allowed them to dance near me, but if they tried to touch I quickly moved away so as not to discourage the man Id set my eyes on. After five minutes Carole and Chris joined me and we grooved away for the next couple of records, letting the alcohol and atmosphere go to our heads. It was time to cast my line and hook my man.

"Just going to the loo," I shouted in Chriss ear. "Back in a minute!"

I walked towards the bar again and could see my catch stare at me as I approached him. His friends, like the parting of the red sea, backed away a little as I went up to him calmly and confidently.

"Hi! Im just going to the girls room. Would you like to get me a drink and we can chat when I get back?"

He broke into a big grin and nodded. Yes, he was really very fit indeed and his face was kind and very pleasing to the eye. I put my hand on his shoulder as I drew my mouth close up to his right ear. "White wine. I shant be long."

As I drew away, I let my cheek very gently touch his.

I walked down the stairs to the toilets, past two young couples who were already exploring each others throats and fondling each others b.u.t.tocks. I imagined my youthful admirer - almost certainly rock hard by now as I entered the womens loos to reapply make-up that had been affected by the sweaty atmosphere. I looked in the mirror. My black hair had become loose and free-flowing and I looked like a high-cla.s.s tart. The tingle of antic.i.p.ation heightened my arousal as I entered a cubicle to relieve myself. I closed my eyes and pictured the young man who was buying me a drink. I was ready.

I returned to the bar and he had my drink ready. It occurred to me that I had not heard him speak yet so I held out my hand.

"Hi. Im Penny." He took it and instead of shaking it, he raised it to his lips and kissed it. Very smooth.

"George," he said. His conversation skills could do with a bit of grooming, I must say.

"Out with your mates, I see," I said, looking over in their direction.

"Yeah. Load of t.o.s.s.e.rs, but theyre alright."

I raised my gla.s.s in their direction and they acknowledged me en ma.s.se.

"Nothing wrong with a good toss....," I said, looking him straight in the eye.

To my surprise, he did not respond. In fact, if Id not known better I would have said he almost wet his pants. It looked like I was going to have to be gentle with him.

"So, what do you and your mates do?" I said, trying to get the conversation going again.

"Them lot?" he said. "Most of us work for the AA, you know, emergency breakdowns and that stuff. Rescuing damsels in distress!"

So, not overloaded in the brain department, but there was a hint of humour there. I decided to play with him and see how far he would go.

"Are you feeling lucky tonight, then?"

I wondered if this was too much of a come on, but I thought it was already obvious that I was coming onto him. Again, he didnt respond and I began to wonder whether Id misread him.

"Do you like the outfit?" I asked giving him a quick twirl, fast enough to give a flash of suspenders.

I saw the Adams apple in his throat move. Christ, he really was nervous! But then some words came out.

"I....I think you look.....I....."

Come on lad, spit it out.

"I.....I think you look....absolutely f.u.c.king fantastic."

At last.

"There, that wasnt so hard, was it?"

He laughed and suddenly he relaxed. Im not sure exactly what I did or said, but from that moment on he seemed to change into a different person.

"Ive not seen you here before," he said.

"I only go out when Im with my sister. Shes over there with her would-be hubby."

I moved closer to him and pointed her out on the dance floor.

"Hmm. Hot stuff," he said and then he must have detected a slight movement in me because he looked me in the eye and continued "...but not as hot as her younger sister."

Keep them coming. That was good, very smooth.

"Well, you look like a fit young lad. Are you old enough for me?" I teased.

"Twenty next week. How about you?"

I decided to lie no point shattering his illusions.

"Im twenty five."

"f.u.c.k. You dont look it!"

I was not sure whether that was a compliment or not but I need not have worried because he quickly rea.s.sured me.

"I thought you were my age."

Cool. I thought. Is he deliberately flattering me or does it come naturally. I smiled at him a genuine smile of appreciation, and then gave him a wicked look.

"Old enough to teach you a few tricks?"

Before I knew it hed slipped his firm hand around the back of my head and kissed me, gently as first, and then more pa.s.sionately. I opened my mouth and let his tongue in. For his age he was a good kisser, and his tongue explored my mouth. It felt confident and firm which I hoped was a good sign for later. I pulled away slightly and whispered in his ear.

"....dont waste it all now, plenty of time for that later....."

I put my hand between his legs and gave a quick squeeze. I heard a slow rising sound from my right. He friends were looking on and gave a long slow "Wwwwooooooooorrrrrrrrrrrrr!"

With perfect timing Rock DJ started to play. There was a sudden movement from all of Georges friends and I followed them onto the dance floor. The place suddenly came alive and I found myself surrounded by young men, with Georges arms around my waist as we did a b.u.mp and grind. We must have cut quite a picture my a.r.s.e pressed against his groin as he pretended to pump me from behind.

He moved well. I thought him quite a s.e.xy dancer and his friends were fun too. Carole and Chris joined us and we had quite a party for the next hour. I drank another gla.s.s of water and wine and started to feel very naughty. Over the loud music, I managed to make him understand that he should meet me outside the loos in 5 minutes. I went to check my make-up again, relieved myself once more and then waited outside, leaning against the wall like a prost.i.tute waiting for a client.

He came down the stairs and I could see the animalism in him. I parted my legs slightly and guided him in between them. We kissed pa.s.sionately, our tongues winding around each others, our hand moving over each others bodies and between each others legs. His hands were all over me, under my skirt and inside my top.

"Time to get out of here," I said.

He nodded and we gathered our jackets and left. I flagged us a taxi and gave the driver the address. As the car moved away, his hand was under my skirt again and I opened my legs wide for him. His fingers worked inside the hem of my pants and rubbed around my c.l.i.t. Then a finger was inside me and I gasped before grabbing his hair and guiding his mouth back to mine. My hands were inside his tee-shirt, feeling his muscular body, rubbing him up and down while he finger-f.u.c.ked me.

We paid the taxi driver, who bid us farewell with the comment "Have fun!"

As soon as we were inside the door of my flat, I jumped up and put my legs around his waist.

"That room," I indicate with a nod of the head.

He carried me through and dropped me on the bed. I slowly pulled my arms up behind my head, closed my eyes, and opened my legs wide for him so he could see my suspenders in all their glory. His head was between my thighs, kissing me gently, moving up slowing. He pulled my pants to one side and buried his face in my p.u.s.s.y.

Then came my first disappointment.

That firm tongue that was so good exploring my mouth felt like a dish mop between my legs. I tried to focus and get excited but his tongue action was so off putting that I could not put up with it for long. I grabbed his head, indicating he should stop, and pointed down to his crotch. He understood immediately and took off his trousers and pants. Then he climbed roughly back on top of me and tried to put it in. He did not guide it in with his hand, but poked around inexpertly, looking for the entrance. Eventually he was inside, but he pumped me so fast and furiously that it hurt. I liked it long and slow, preferably with my lover holding my legs up over his shoulders and making sure he angled his c.o.c.k into the pit of my stomach.

I was beginning to get frustrated, so I shut my eyes and let him f.u.c.k me for a few minutes.

"Do you want me on all fours?" I asked.

"Yeah. Yeah," he said furiously.

"Take it a bit slower," I said with a hint of impatience. "Long and deep," I added in a seductive tone.

He looked at me in an odd way. Then quickly nodded.

I took up my position, and lowered my head against the pillow and presented my perfectly f.u.c.kable clean-shaven f.a.n.n.y to him. He broddled about again before he found the hole and despite my instruction he continued to pump fast and furious. I put my hands down between my legs and tried to compensate for this unerotic experience by ma.s.saging my c.l.i.t. It started to work, my excitement rose. Then I did something that perhaps I should not have done. I shut my eyes and started to imagine it was John behind me, thumping away in my hole and I began to feel a p.r.i.c.kle welling up in my body.

I pictured Johns handsome face behind me, his strong hands on my back, and his c.o.c.k working away in my p.u.s.s.y. I started talking, egging him on, come on big boy, give it to me hard, fill me up with your s.p.u.n.k, come on John........

"John?!" he shouted and suddenly pulled out of me.

"Who the f.u.c.k is John?" he shouted at me.