Jun 082011

“We should fuck,” Pam said.

I laughed. That was what you do at a party and the wife of your friend hits on you.

“I think our spouses would have a problem with that,” I said.

Pam sipped her wine. I tried to gauge how much she had drunk already. I tried really hard not to look at the cleavage rising out of her black dress.

“It’s basketball season,” Pam said. “Every Saturday he spends all day at his friends’ houses watching games. You would be doing him a favor by fucking me.”

“Saturday is Wendy’s book club,” I said. Complaining about spouses. This is what people talk about at parties. I can do this. “She doesn’t like it when I hang around the house. She says it kills the spirit since I never read the books.”

“See?” Wendy said. “You could come to my house. We can fuck on the new couch we bought. Doesn’t that sound like a good way to spend a Saturday?”

“That does sound good,” I admitted. I realized that I said it out loud. I sipped my wine and tried to judge how much I have had to drink.

“I want to feel your cock inside my pussy,” Pam said.

My cock responded to her before my brain could put anything together.

”Only after I suck it of course,” Pam said. “I love sucking cock. A lot of women say that but for me it’s true. I can spend an hour sucking cock but then, few men last that long.”

I believed her. She had full lips painted a delicious pink. She gave a me a look and I knew that she was serious.

“Could you last an hour?” she asked me. “Could you keep from coming until I licked and sucked every bit of your cock?”

“I would try,” I said. I was whispering. There. I had committed to something that I didn’t quite understand.

“Do you like eating pussy?” she asked.

“Yes,” I said. I wasn’t thinking. I was answering.

“Would you eat me on my new couch?” Pam asked. “I can pull my legs pretty wide apart. All of those yoga classes aren’t just a sex substitute.”

“I want to taste you,” I said. It wasn’t flirting. It was true.

Pam stood closer to me. Around us, the party went on with meaningless conversations. I became aware of how Pam smelled. I noticed how nice she looked in her black dress.

“What is your favorite color?” she asked.

“Green,” I said.

“Oh good. I have a green teddy that you will love,” Pam said. “My breasts fall right out of it. “

I smiled. “Do you have any requests for me?” I didn’t know if I would honor her requests but right there at this night, I loved the idea of considering them.

Pam’s lips smiled with wicked anticipation. “I miss getting fucked from behind. God, I just want to get fucked so hard that we damage some furniture. Can you do that? Can you fuck me like you want it?”

I didn’t get a chance to answer.

“Hey Carl,” my wife called from the table. “Come meet my coworker.”

I nodded to my wife and raised my glass in the universal sign of “Just a second.”

“Later,” I said to Pam. I should have said more but I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know what to think. I didn’t know what to do.

“Next Saturday, noon.” Pam said. “On my couch.”

“Yes,” I said, not sure if I meant it.

We’ll see this Saturday.

  5 Responses to “Fiction: Small Talk”

  1. Aaaaah man, how you tease Shon.

    Had me on the edge of my seat, breath held throughout, amazing buildup of sexual tension there.
    You still work magic til this very day <3

    PS: Is there a part 2 to this? >.>

  2. Mystique- I think the best part of being a short story writer is that I get to write the part I like best and never need to write what to me is the less interesting part. Temptation for me often trumps the actual act.

  3. Oh, that was one hot and very lovely story. Yummy! I love the build up, the doubt, and eventually the surrender.

  4. You tease! That poor couch is for it …

    xx Dee

  5. t’Sade- The surrender is always the most exciting part, isn’t it?

    Dee- That poor couch is toast lol

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