A Party for Three
ONE
The car was cramped and I struggled to open my legs enough for him to get a sufficient thrust into me. But I wanted sex and it was better than nothing. Which was generally the alternative as I could never take anyone home.
"Uhh."
I made do. Only my third encounter in two years. A meeting in a pub and me offering myself just to satisfy a nagging, unanswered need eating away at me. I wasn't a slut, but just occasionally my desperation got the better of me. Occasionally? That was my way of making three quickies sound more exciting than it was.
"Uhh. That's it. Faster."
Adam was excited, fucking me harder as he nuzzled my neck. He held onto the headrest to pull himself deeper into me as my feet slipped on the map in the footwell. It felt better now. A rhythmic rub of my clit along his penetrating shaft finally began to excite me.
"Uh. Uh. Uh."
I came with a gentle murmur. A soft ripple of pleasure that passed over my skin as the itch gripping my pussy evaporated.
"Fuck, yes."
He sensed the change in me and fucked to meet his own need.
"Uhhh." He grunted.
I felt him throb. Then he pulled out and let his cock explode over my belly. I gave a silent curse as I saw some of it catch my clothing. I'd have preferred he'd come inside me, but the spreading warmth felt nice on my skin.
"Fuck. That was great."
"Yeah. It was." I whispered.
It was okay. Not really what I'd call great. Just good enough to push my frustrations into submission.
Adam rolled off, falling back into his seat with his cock flopping. In my mind, I'd imagined a raging orgasm followed by my sucking him dry. Something that just wasn't possible in a cramped car. Having had my moment, I was rather happy that I didn't have to perform with my mouth after all. I'd lost my appetite.
I glanced around to make sure no one had seen us. It was well and truly dusk now. When we'd pulled up it'd still been fairly light and in an area where people walked their dogs. Thankfully, no one had chosen that particular time to come by. I didn't want a reputation as a dogger.
Well, that was it. It was over. Not the greatest. Not what I wanted. Just a rare snatched opportunity to stop myself from going completely mad.
He dropped me off at home. Well, by home I mean just along the lane where he wouldn't be seen. Another one I wouldn't see again. I knew that the instant he didn't ask for my number. I'd been exactly what I had expected to be. A convenient cum dump.
Was I satisfied? No. I'd cum so that eased the ache, but it didn't satisfy me on any level. I wasn't happy with rushed sex in cars or up against a wall in the dark. Yeah. That was the measure of the three times I'd had sex. Pathetic.
I especially wasn't satisfied that I had no emotional connection to anyone. My sex life was pretty shit. My romantic one, nonexistent. I hadn't ever received a card on Valentine's Day. No one noticed me. Not even from afar.
"Hi, Mum. Dad."
"It's late. Where have you been?"
That was Mum. Always clock-watching me. I was twenty and she still treated me like I was ten. Pretty much why I didn't have a boyfriend. It was embarrassing checking the time and not being able to invite them back. So on the whole, I avoided it.
"Just at Jaynes. We were watching a movie." I lied.
In truth, I'd left a grinning Jayne in the pub after the lad had chatted us up and made it clear he was keen on me.
"Go for it." Jayne had said encouragingly.
"Get yourself banged good and proper."
I'd gone for it. The bang was more of a tap.
"You should have called." Mum went on.
"I'd have picked you up. You shouldn't be getting in taxis late at night. You don't know what may happen."
"Mum. It's ten o'clock. Not two in the morning. And taxis are licensed. Not random blokes looking to..."
I threw my arms up in exasperation.
"You don't know who's driving them these days. You hear stories about these oohver drivers all the time.
"Uber mum. They're called Uber drivers. And taxis are different."
"And you have work tomorrow. You shouldn't be out late anyway.
Honestly. How are we supposed to go on holiday and not worry about you?"
I rolled my eyes.
"Go. Enjoy your time away. I'll do my best to survive. Promise."
I escaped upstairs to my room and a nice shower to wash the caked cum from my belly. Pushing my clothes into the washing basket I glanced at the patch of white where he'd caught my top and wondered if Mum would notice it. Nah. She was too convinced her darling daughter was a virgin to connect the dots. I pushed it down and put the lid on.
I sat on the bed to moisturise, wondering if there was much point in trying to look nice. Three shags by the age of twenty. Sometimes I actually wished I'd stayed a virgin. There was a lot to be said for not knowing what I was missing.
But then perhaps I should stand up for myself. Or move out. I might be living in a lovely house, but stifling parents who watched my every move were stopping me from enjoying myself.
Jesus fuck. I just wanted one shag that made the earth move. Was that too much to ask?
I was a pretty enough girl. My tits were too small maybe, but I was slim and had a nice arse. I looked good in most things I wore and even better wearing nothing. It was just a shame I had no one to see that. I knew I attracted attention. If I wasn't so worried about what my Mum would say, or I had somewhere private to go, I'd get a proper boyfriend without too much trouble. I was sure of it. Christ. There was a really hot guy at work who fancied me. He also fancied Jayne to be fair. I expected she would respond soon and that would be another one who passed me by.
I climbed into bed alone.
"Alexa. Light out."
At least I could sleep tonight without having to use my clit stimulator. Most nights I resorted to it in frustration before I could sleep. Little sessions I spent worrying whether my Mum would hear. I couldn't even have a fucking wank in peace. She caught me once. A few years ago. Thankfully just my fingers that time. So embarrassing to be chastised for such a natural thing. Anyone would think she was the Virgin Mary.
No one else would put up with it and neither should I. But when I'd had it all my life, it was just easier to placate her.
Jayne was waiting for me at the coffee machine when I got in the next morning. I grabbed a cup and we sat on the comfy sofas outside the office. We had ten minutes before we had to man the phones to take orders and deal with queries.
"You didn't text me."
I pressed white coffee with sugar.
"It was late."
No, it wasn't. But it sounded better.
"How was he?" Jayne kept on, keen to know if I'd got off.
Jayne was my confidant. We didn't hide anything from one another. I knew all her secrets. And she knew my predicament.
I sighed.
"No great shakes. We ended up by the river."
"Know it well."
"A car just isn't a comfortable place to do it. The problem is I have nowhere else to go and neither do they."
"Gotta be better than up an alley."
"Oh shut up. I can't believe I lost my virginity behind a pub against a wall."
Fuck, I'd been drunk that night. Not long after I'd turned eighteen. An older guy who'd not left me alone all night. In the daze of too many pink gins, I'd thought he was the one and let him do it. I'd been desperate in fairness. My pussy had been dripping when he chatted me up. But then I was always desperate. And it wasn't until he didn't ring me the next day, or the day after, that I realised I'd been duped. I found out he was married with a kid a few weeks later.
"You could try finding one with his own place. Try an older guy."
"What, one that turns out to have a wife waiting up for him?" I retorted.
"Been there. Done that. Got the tee shirt."
"Well, obviously not. I just meant someone who might be interested in more than a quick shag who has a flat, or understanding parents.
Or even an understanding wife."
I glared at her for that.
"Honestly. I'm thinking of giving up on sex and sticking with my Magic Bullet.
Do they neuter humans like they do dogs? Perhaps I can have the urges taken away."
"Oh come on Marie. Even if you have to do it yourself it's better than not doing it at all."
"Is it?"
I did wonder sometimes. Masturbation was great at the time. But after, came the realisation it was only second best.
"Your parents are away for nearly two weeks soon. You can take someone back to yours. Comfortable bed, a bit of rumpy-pumpy and Bob's your uncle.
