Gerry and Damian came back out from the kitchen with more nibbles and a bottle of champagne. When everyone's glass was topped up and the dishes of nibbles on the occasional table were replenished, the banter continued in the same vein, led by Gerry who was sliding around from person to person on the polished wooden floor. While she was watching his antics and running her finger around the rim of her wine glass, she noticed he kept bringing the conversation back to sex if it began to drift off into other areas.
In a rare lull in the exchanges, Damian asked Debbie if she wanted to go outside for a smoke. She did and they departed hand in hand. Gerry watched them go, then turned his full attention to Amelia. He asked a question that he already knew the answer to, "Now, Amelia, tell me. Are you in some kind of relationship at all?"
Amelia smiled and said, "No, my life's too busy for that at the moment."
"Then what do you do to relax and socialise?"
"I've tried clubbing but I'm feeling beyond that now, so I mainly hang out with my girlfriends - like Debbie."
Gerry moved closer to her, but kept his tone light, even flippant. "Well, if you are ever looking for a good time, look no further than the man before you. I think you can see that I'm experienced enough to have mastered the art of pleasing a woman. Not like those pimply faced youths in the clubs. They can't last long enough to satisfy the ladies -- even if they knew how. Women need a man with skill and stamina. So - Gerry's right here - at your service. Ta dah!" He made it sound offhand but he was watching her reactions closely.
When he thought it was the opportune moment, his tone changed. Taking both her hands, he asked, "Seriously, Amelia, you must feel lonely at times. How long have you been on your own?"
"Too long, but I work full time and my spare time is mostly taken up by my kids. The rest is with my family and friends."
"Don't you miss having sex? I know I do."
She looked at him, "Yes, Gerry, I miss it desperately. But you're married, aren't you?"
"Yes, and that's the bad news. The good news is I may as well be single. We never have sex and we sleep in separate bedrooms. It's been like that for over two years now."
Amelia looked into his eyes. "So why do you stay together?"
Gerry said that, as far as he was concerned, lack of sex was no reason for them to separate. Apart from the sex, everything else was fine. They were close friends. Besides, splitting up would create all kinds of problems -- with their family, with their house, their finances ....
"But there's even better news... She's visiting her sister in Cairns for a couple of weeks. So, right now, I'm footloose and fancy free."
Amelia thought at least he was being open and honest about his domestic life. She said, "I can see where you're heading, Gerry. But I'm not really looking for a one-night stand. Much as I like sex, I need a lot more than that, before I'd jump into bed with a guy. I'd need to know he wasn't carrying any baggage. I can see you aren't, but I need some emotional closeness too. Otherwise I'd feel bad about my real self, as if I was only wanted for sex."
Gerry put an arm around her and said confidentially, "The moment I walked in and saw you, I thought you looked gorgeous. Truth is, I was smitten from that very first moment." I adore exotic looking women -- especially those from India, the Middle East or the Mediterranean. Their lovely thick dark hair, dark eyes, golden skin, their voluptuous shape -- just like yours. Damian tells me you have an Italian heritage."
"Yes, my dad was Italian, but my mum was born here."
Gerry stroked her hair and said, "Well, you look stunning..." then, looking down at her breasts, added, "Everywhere."
The look on Amelia's face remained dubious.
"You look so amazing that you put me right off my train of thought. It's not every day you meet a woman who can make a man forget his own name with just a single glance.... Where was I? Oh yes, about what you are looking for in a man. I get why you would prefer a more conventional relationship, but while you are waiting for Mr Right, you'll be missing out on Mr Available. In the meantime, you could be having a heap of hot sex with someone who will give you an amazing time. That's where I come in. I could be the ideal person for you. Believe me, you can still enjoy fantastic sex without attachment. I'm offering you a fun time as seldom or as frequently as you want - no strings attached, no obligations and no regrets. I'd be flexible and won't place any demands on you."
Amelia was amused by the way Gerry was presenting his offer like a deal from a slick used car salesman. She would later describe this offer as his "Terms of Endearment." While she was flattered by all the compliments he'd paid her, she felt as if her ability to control the situation was slipping away. As an excuse to remove herself from his persistence, Amelia said she had to get something from her bag. She went into the front room where she'd left it. But Gerry followed her in. His manner was very different now they were secluded. He put an arm around her waist and asked if he could talk to her for another couple of minutes. His voice sounded serious and sincere. She sat down with him on a nearby couch. Again, he told her that he thought she was an extremely beautiful woman and how much he was attracted to her.
Amelia was still not convinced. While she was thinking how she could tell him gently that she really wasn't interested, he leaned in and kissed her. He began by gently brushing his lips against hers. She was caught completely off guard. She was surprised how tender the kiss had been and surprised too by her enthusiastic response. When she surrendered her mouth to him, his kiss quickly became more passionate, his breath in her mouth had fanned the flames of desire.
While his agile tongue was probing and roving around inside her mouth, Gerry's hands were roaming all over her body for the extended duration of the kiss. Amelia felt a familiar ache between her legs and, despite herself, she responded to his prolonged kiss -- at first willingly, then enthusiastically. She could feel her arousal welling up inside her and radiating from her pelvic floor, making her feel flushed and restless.
The force of her own reaction surprised her. How easily he had swept away her rational premeditation, her resistance, her caution. And how quickly she had surrendered! Later, she would tell her friends that the chemistry was right for her straight off. Gerry seemed to sense her vulnerability. His kisses became even more passionate and more forceful. Amelia could feel his hunger for her and feel herself being swept away completely by him and her need for sex. Her deep desire had over-ruled her caution and her misgivings. It was making her feel flushed and restless. She was surprised how easily he'd brushed her resistance aside by taking advantage of the force of her reaction. She wondered if he would be like that in bed - demanding, passionate, dominant.
They kissed again and this time he moved from ravishing her mouth to kissing, licking, sucking and playfully biting her neck and upper chest. He pulled her top down a few inches so that he could see a lot more of her cleavage, then he began to kiss and caress the exposed tops of her domed breasts. She told him how his kisses were inflaming her. By this time, they'd slid down the couch so that they were half-lying down with his arm under her head. He continued to seduce her with his words and touches, telling her that, if they were together, he'd take her shoes off and, starting at her foot, lick and kiss his way up her legs and inner thighs until he reached her kickers, which he would pull aside and then lick her pussy until she came. Meanwhile, his hand was under her skirt and moving up her leg. Amelia could feel her juices flowing freely as he turned slightly so that he was lying on top of her, kissing and caressing her upper chest then squeezing her tits firmly with one in each hand. His right hand returned to her leg, now running it up her inner thigh. She felt him pull her underwear aside until his fingers were fumbling her cunt. This obviously excited him tremendously because he began to thrust his hard, but still trousered, cock against her. Amelia was nowhere near ready for such strong petting. She decided it was best for her to get back to the others. So, firmly, she said, "No!" Then pushed him off her.
"Look, Amelia," Gerry continued contritely, "I'm sorry I can't give you the full package. I'll be honest with you. My wife and I have an open marriage. She's cool about me having other partners. So she knows I see other women and she is free to see other guys if she wants to. So far, she says that she hasn't but I'm not certain of that. But we've agreed that neither of us will bring anyone to our home. If we want to shag someone else it will have to be somewhere else. I just wanted to reassure you that there will be no fallout for you if we see more of each other -- as long as nothing intrudes onto our domestic situation."
He had changed the narrative, but Amelia made no comment. Instead, she stood up and gathered their glasses to take them back into the kitchen. While she had her hands full, Gerry stood up in front of her and pulled her into him, then kissed her passionately. Amelia found herself and her body responding again. She realized that her actions were totally at odds with her words. Her libido seemed out of control and she was its slave. Gerry sensed her lustful yearning and slipped a hand down the back of her skirt and stroked her lower back. He asked if she was wearing a thong and she said she was. He tried to tell her to put the glasses down but his lips were not on hers, so the spell was broken. She told him she wanted to rejoin their friends and started to walk out. But as she was walking, she could feel her wet pussy lips sliding against each other with every step. He caught her from behind saying he wanted to check something. She felt his fingers down the back of her skirt again and became a little alarmed. But he just said, "Mmm, black lace!" Then he asked if she would meet with him during the week. She told him although she was tempted, she'd have to think more about it. They exchanged phone numbers and he made her promise to text him the next day. When she agreed, he let her go.
It was getting late, so it was decided that they should call it a night. Amelia went out to tell Debbie that she was heading for bed. Debbie explained the sleeping arrangements. She and Damian would be together in Debbie's room with the double bed. Amelia had already been allocated the second bedroom. Gerry was told he could use the spare room. In front of the others, Gerry invited Amelia to join him for the night. She decided not to argue with him in front of their friends so she said nothing, just lightly kissed him goodnight. But she didn't join him.
