Infidelity (880 hits)
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Submitted by shadow (View user info) at 2008-01-18 15:17:15 EST
I kinda blew my creative load working on the book (due in print in May, hooray!) hence no new stories in a while. So, I salvaged this little monstrosity from my hard drive for your Friday viewing pleasure, Enjoy!
Charles was drinking, as was everyone else that night. Indeed the purpose of the evening was to travel to as many pubs and bars as possible before the curtain of night fell, setting the stage for the morning sun. It was an uproarious good time, everyone agreed, with costumes draping behind swaggering bodies, feathers and velvet falling here and there, drinks flowing freely, and there he was in the middle of it, taking it all in.
He was a decent sort of fellow by his reckoning; with curly brown hair and eyes to match, just entering the summer of his years. He had a decent sort of job, and good friends, many of which were gathered around him as he stumbled from place to place this night. He had a girlfriend named Rebbecca, a pretty young thing with burgundy hair, dyed to match her favorite coat, but she was a few hundred miles away in her family home; a place from which she had lamentably never strayed far. He missed her terribly, especially at times like this when there was so much merriment to be shared.
He saw, amongst the revelers, a girl named Shara. A lovely woman in her early twenties with ash blonde hair that fell in coils to her waist. She wore vivid eye shadows that highlighted the perfect blue of her eyes, and a costume custom made for her figure. She was a familiar face to many in the crowd, only a few could recall her properly; the consensus was that she was a well traveled creature, thus she only came around a few times in a year. Charles knew her, how could he forget; they had dated briefly sometime in the past when they were both younger and less involved in all the minutia of life, the things that get in the way of love. He did still love her, after a fashion, but they had made a break from one another and moved on in their own ways. He smiled when he saw her, and waved a greeting while he watched her through the haze of whiskey and rum, and for just a moment, he felt that old fire burning.
He immediately put the thought out of his head, it was out of the question! He was in a committed relationship, and anyway Shara wouldn't have anything to do with him, not like that. They had become friends again, and he was sure that was all there would ever be. Nevertheless, she kept catching his eye here and there; a flash of blue, a twirl of silver, a flourish of pink, her lips wet with dark ale, her skin glowing and... No, that's enough. She's not even that pretty, not really. Well, she is pretty, but that's not it, it's something else.. the rum I expect. But then, there was always something about her, something undefinable. A mystery perhaps, a veiled secret. She always spoke her mind, and there was something in her turn of phrase, the turn of her hips, the curves of her logic, the curve of her... Enough, that will do! Oh, but he could not help it, she was waltzing through his mind as she wavered through his vision...
All of these thoughts tumbled around his head, floating on a sea of liquor. He shook himself out of it and ordered another drink. He turned to look at her once again and found her engaging a young soldier in conversation. She leaned in to hear him speak over the bolstering crowd, placing her pale fingers on the man's shoulder as she did so. Charles felt a pang of jealousy, that could have been his shoulder if he'd been paying attention properly. No, no, he did not want to get any closer to her than he already was, it wouldn't be prudent to get any closer... She leaned back after the exchange and let loose a peel of sweetly rumbling laughter, it must have been a good joke. Then she did something entirely cruel, and terribly foul...
She kissed the young soldier on the cheek. Dreadful. As if that were not enough, she then turned to Charles and smiled the most innocent smile. Why, the nerve!
Well he could not simply let that pass. He set down his drink and marched (in an ambling sort of way) right over to them. "Excuse me," he said to the soldier "I'll need to borrow her for a moment." With that, he scooped her hand from off the young man's shoulder and guided her back to his station at the bar. She went along without protest, only waving a gentle farewell to the soldier as she went.
Once at the bar they both leaned against the dark oak and took a good look at one another. "How are you doing?" Charles asked, an innocuous question to be sure, he had thought about it carefully before blurting it out.
"Me? I'm fine dear. How are you? I trust things are well in your harbor?" It seemed to Charles that her every word was in italics. He simply nodded. He felt his tongue might betray him at any moment, and he was struggling to keep his words under control while she glided effortlessly from one syllable to the next. "I'm glad to hear it. I'm doing rather well myself, work has been steady. The bills are paid and there is even time for a little fun" she gestured around the room. He smiled, a smile that was just a bit too wide. He caught himself, but she had already seen it, and smiled back in her usual enigmatic way, that way she had that he had always found so intriguing. "How is your lady?"
Well of course Shara knew about Rebbecca, Shara always knew. It was one of her gifts to get all of the information she wanted without effort; it's probably why she was sought for her employment of travels. "She's great," he replied after a moment. "How about you, any new man in your life?" He instantly regretted the asking.
"No." She replied so simply, no pretext, no explanation. He wondered if she were toying with him.
"Ah well, just as well, I haven't met a man yet who was good enough for you." He quietly congratulated himself of the charming recovery. Perhaps he was not that drunk after all. She looked down at her right hand, where she had been toying with a blue pearl set in a silver ring. It matched her eyes. She was really well put-together he thought. She looked back at him with her head tilted slightly, perhaps from her numerous cups of ale, but for a moment he had the impression that she was reading him, like a book. He looked away, but feared it was too late, he had given himself up. Then she did something wholly unexpected... she picked up his right arm from the dark oak bar and draped it around her shoulder, leaning into him.
He felt quite suddenly sober.
He didn't really know what to do, so he did nothing. He simply stood there with her leaning against him. She was already conversing with another patron, as though this were the most natural thing in the world, and he considered this notion. It did feel quite normal, as if she belonged there. He found another friend to his left and did the same as she, telling jokes and laughing, and he felt her body shudder lightly as she laughed too. Everything was right in the world...
The night continued and so did their travels, from the Catskin Bar to the Captain's Tankard. From Lula's down to HowlMoon. Shara stayed with him for the whole affair, and it was quite a night. Everywhere they went they picked up more friends, more companions and of course more drunks, until the harbor rang with the sound of their myriad voices and laughter. The only incident, as it were, occurred at the last pub; a mere scuffle really, no one left with an injury more severe than a bruised ego.
At last the time came for all of the revelers to gather back into their horseless carriages and head home, back to the city proper and the towns beyond. Some were reluctant, begging the bar keeps for "just one more," but eventually everyone made it safely to their preferred conveyance, and the night was done. Charles had decided to ride with Shara.
It was Justina who drove them, she being one of the few wise enough to remain sober for the night's festivities. She returned her party to their lodgings, leaving Charles with Shara as he had been drinking and was not fit to drive himself. Shara had promised to see him home at dawn's first light, and to put him to bed in the meantime. Charles was grateful to both ladies, and yet a bit apprehensive, he had not been alone with Shara in a very long time. It was not that he didn't trust her, rather, he didn't trust himself.
Once inside the modest apartment, Shara set to preparing a makeshift bed for Charles, which consisted of a cozy couch and a number of good blankets to guard against the chill of night. He explained in embarrassment that he had not brought anything with him to sleep in, aside from undergarments of course, Shara giggled a bit and told him that was fine. She left him alone in the living room while she changed out of her corseted costume into something appropriate for sleep. Nothing lacy, or slinky, just an old man's buttoned shirt nearly worn through at the hem and a simple pair of silk pants tied off at the ankles. Still, she was beautiful.
She rejoined him in the living room and laid down on the adjacent couch, spying him with gentle eyes. He was woosey, but talkative, and they had much to discuss; catching up the way old friends do. He excused himself to the washroom, to relieve the strain of his bladder and wash his face as well. The cool water felt wonderful against his near feverish skin. He wondered whether it was the alcohol still running in his veins, or if it was that girl on the couch in the next room. He steadied himself, and took a good long look in the mirror. He was not the sort of man to cheat on a girl, no sir. He just had to remember that...
He wandered back into the living room, and directly over to Shara. She smiled at him and shifted her languid body so that he might sit next to her. As he approached the invitation, a better idea came to him, and he flopped down fully to lay beside her instead. He wrapped his left arm around her and hugged her, his feet dangling from the end of the couch. She returned his embrace. He smiled deeply, a smile she could not see with his face buried in her soft shoulder. As they released, she relaxed and he slid his right arm beneath her, arching her slightly into him. Her hair relieved of its coils hung loosely; he gathered up a soft lock between his fingers and held it, like a child. He was so happy.
Then he kissed her.
It was a gentle, well-meaning kiss, on the neck just above her collarbone. The kind of kiss friends give one another; at least he hoped that's what it was. He suspected momentarily that it might be something else. Again he put those salacious thoughts out of his head and tried to relax. It was just then that Shara gave the smallest, most innocent moan...
Charles went rigid immediately.
He tried to catch his breath and shift away before she felt the sudden bulge arise near his middle, but it was too late. She gasped and gave him a most peculiar face.
"I'm sorry!" He offered right away, blushing furiously.
"It's alright," she smiled, "I never take offense when a man finds me... attractive." Charles smiled weakly, still blushing.
"Well, you are quite lovely." He could not tell if it was the alcohol or something else flowing through him, but he suddenly felt very strange. He knew, already, that he was about to do something awful... and wonderful... and he already knew there was no turning back.
No, he thought, he simply couldn't! Rebbecca would never forgive him! And he did love that girl, in spite of the distance and everything else. He would just have to get back up, and retire to the other couch, and stay there. Yes, that was the only noble solution.
Only...
He couldn't pry himself away. It was not as if he were being held down by Shara, she had only an arm draped delicately over him. Still, he was paralyzed, unable to escape. In fact, he felt himself pulled closer to her. Almost involuntarily, he turned into her, parting her thighs with his left leg, softly grinding the tip of himself into her, and she was so warm...
No! He thought, just bloody NO! But he could not stop. She was so sweet and warm, and she smelled like a fresh-cut apple. Everything about her was appealing and inviting, even her breath as it came more quickly, gently heating the air in the space between them, the space that was closing only too fast.
He nuzzled into her breast, the fabric barrier seeming too thick. Slowly he reached his hand up and began the slow and careful process of unbuttoning her shirt... just two buttons, just enough to separate the folds of the shirt so that he could feel his cheek press against her skin. But, oh! How soft her skin was! And so pale, like snow...
She let out a little sigh, just a breath with the barest hint of sound. It echoed in the still and silent apartment and he felt it reverberate through him, drumming on his senses. His head swam and he felt himself pushing against her, something urgent and primal in his motion. He kissed her again, on the chest just above the now open buttons. He kissed her again and again, making his way slowly up to her collarbone, then her neck, her cheek, her mouth...
She gasped, shifting her body upward. Charles raised his hand again and pulled apart more buttons, more quickly. Her shirt hung open and he touched her chest with his fingertips, fresh goosebumps rising to meet him. Gently he moved over her skin until he found the precious hills, small but plump and round. He pulled away from the kissing for a moment, surveying the rigid pink nipples exposed to the cool night air. His eyes met hers, and he was entranced.
No! No, no, and a thousand times no! A voice was screaming in his head, but his body continued heedless of the protest. He ate every inch of her, moving his mouth over her breasts, her neck, her shoulder. He was compelled to consume her, biting lightly here and there, every act followed by a shudder and girlish moan. He pulled away her silk pants unconsciously, feeling the heat between her thighs with his fingers, and something else as well, hot and moist...
"We need a condom if we want to continue." She said the words softly, in a matter of fact way. He nodded. This was his chance, the moment he should stop; if he had enough time to find a prophylactic then he had enough time to walk away. She pulled herself up from the couch and walked toward her bedroom, this was perfect! He could just let her walk away! All he had to do was stay there on the couch, and this would be over soon. He took a breath, and closed his eyes.
And then he got up and followed her.
He cursed himself, over and over; a fresh expletive blossoming in his mind with each step. He tried to reason with himself, but it was no use. He opened the bedroom door only a moment after she had closed it, and walked inside.
She had a pair of candles in brass lanterns lit beside her bed, a low affair covered in pillows and rich fabrics. She stood beside them, gently holding her unbuttoned shirt closed. He seized her in an instant, pulling her arms away and folding the shirt back over her shoulders, allowing it to fall noiselessly to the floor. He reached down and removed the silk from her legs drank in the whole of her unclothed body. He pulled her naked form to him and held her there. She trembled slightly, embracing him with a kiss.
Seconds later his clothes were peeled away and a little square of plastic found its way into his hands. He opened it unceremoniously and pulled the latex over him. Shara sat on the bed, legs folded before her. He climbed over to her, pushing her legs apart, pushing her fine pale body flatly to the bed, laying atop her, her legs brushing against his softly. He let the weight of his body rest on her as she pulled him down to kiss her.
Just stop now! Shrieked the little voice in his head, just stop before it's too late! But it was already too late; as they kissed, hard and deep, he entered her.
It was slow, very slow, and she gasped. He tried to be as gentle as his desire would allow. Wicked little thoughts crept into his mind; she's so tight! It's like the first time all over again! He shook off the notion and continued slowly pushing himself into her, pulling away slightly, pushing again... ah, the speed was so cruel! But so perfect in its cruelty...
Then it truly began; moaning, arching, sliding. He touched her everywhere, engaging her fingers, her mouth, her lips, her ears, her hips, every morsel of her was his for the taking. Their breathing was labored and their hearts raced. Oh, God! He thought, Oh please forgive me... "Oh, Shara!" He said her name aloud.
"Yes?!" She responded; it was half a question, half an exclamation.
They continued in their coupling, changing the angles, shifting positions. When at last, she knelt away from him, and he knelt behind her, reaching around the curve of her hip to touch her and stimulate her, she pulled all those rich fabrics in to her tightly, crying out in ecstasy, and the whole of her body shuddered into him, over him, and all around him. He could not contain himself a moment longer and yelped when the forces within his body were released. The staggered motion of their climax shook them both, and they collapsed to the bed, his body over hers, still intimately entwined.
They drew deep and heavy breaths, ragged with exertion and pleasure. Slowly Charles reached down and took hold of the latex, carefully removing himself from her. Quickly cleaning himself off with a bit of a towel left by the bed, he lay back down beside her, kissing her shoulders and caressing her back.
It hit him, just then, the gravity of his actions. He had betrayed Rebbecca for this, for a night with Shara... but, oh God! What a night it had been! He was half overjoyed, half burdened with the guilt. Shara only lay beside him, sweetly satisfied, not a care in the world. He wanted to weep for it, but how could he? Was it Shara's fault? Oh, no. He alone had made the choice, she had not forced anything on him... and she had given him plenty of time to change his mind. What was he to do, what could he do?
"What should I tell Rebbecca?" As soon as the words formed in his mouth, he regretted their uttering. He sounded, by his reckoning, a complete coward looking to someone else for advice.
"You should tell her nothing, it will only hurt her." She was much more logical than he, this was certain. But, yes, of course! It could be that simple, just a little secret. No one had to know after all, it wasn't the business of anyone else. They could just let it remain there, in that little room with the twin candles, a secret to die without ceremony...
User Reviews
Submitted by PukingDog (user info) at 2008-05-12 03:27:07 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Instead of "the latex" you should say the cheating fool quickly vulcanized his tool. I am a writer, see.
Submitted by Wildman (user info) at 2008-01-22 16:43:39 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Just do'n the Uniter.
Submitted by Wildman (user info) at 2008-01-22 16:42:13 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
Not bad...in the past 2 or 3 years i've noticed several writers attempt this style of writing on their first posts, and each one was as good or better than your submission.
In all cases, they were rejected by the Uber-masses because of their inability to deal with 'post-read' boner and wet-pussy reactions.
It seems there's room for only one.
Submitted by TheUniter (user info) at 2008-01-21 14:51:26 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by ChaosJester (user info) at 2008-01-20 16:25:40 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
(ahem)
Well, now. Doesn't this kick a little ass.
The only critique I have is that this was MOST DEFINITELY written by a woman. Don't get me wrong; I very much enjoyed this. Still, as I was reading it, the soft language used made it difficult for me to believe that a man was experiencing it. I think you could've used blunter, more abrupt language to better capture the maleness of the narrator.
Then again, maybe that's just me.
Submitted by orphelia (user info) at 2008-01-19 18:34:09 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by Bubba2341 (user info) at 2008-01-19 15:56:22 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Awesome work.
Submitted by iddqd (user info) at 2008-01-18 23:39:15 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
GAY.
also "no, no, no, a thousand times no!" is fucking HORRIBLE. in fact the whole paragraph was ew.
+1
Submitted by firefly (user info) at 2008-01-18 21:21:50 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by blonde (user info) at 2008-01-18 19:49:36 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by HandZon (user info) at 2008-01-18 16:22:40 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
That was awesome. Truly, it's the ability people like you possess that even allow me to 'take a stab at it.' Good show.
Imaginative people rock.
Submitted by lostnphound (user info) at 2008-01-18 16:13:11 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Boner time!
Submitted by shadow (user info) at 2008-01-18 15:56:42 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
I HAHAHHAAA HAAAAA.
I Especially TTOM.
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Submitted by monkeyswithguns (user info) at 2008-01-18 15:53:07 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by shadow (user info) at 2008-01-18 15:50:21 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
what would you replace it with, "Hot love rag???"
Just kidding.
But seriously, what would you suggest?
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You could use "sheep-skin", which would probably be even more erotic for most uberers.
Submitted by shadow (user info) at 2008-01-18 15:50:21 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
what would you replace it with, "Hot love rag???"
Just kidding.
But seriously, what would you suggest?
Submitted by Pentameter (user info) at 2008-01-18 15:47:38 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
While there are a lot of great descriptions here, there are also a million cliches.
"The latex" has got to go. THAT really destroyed some of the very pretty language you have going on here.
Submitted by shadow (user info) at 2008-01-18 15:42:10 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
I aim to please.
Submitted by CaptainThorns (user info) at 2008-01-18 15:32:04 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Wow, a story about sex that DOESN'T read like bad lit-erotica. Well done.
Submitted by monkeyswithguns (user info) at 2008-01-18 15:30:12 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Holy shit. This is some girly porn for sure. I'm printing this out for the missus to get her in the mood.
You're writing is getting me laid tonight. Hope you enjoy THAT mental image.
Submitted by shitfuck (user info) at 2008-01-18 15:29:09 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Plus 2 for a post with over 1500 words.
And it even has a story!
Submitted by FALLEN (user info) at 2008-01-18 15:23:37 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
well then....
show of hands, who else has a hard on?
Submitted by sicosemen (user info) at 2008-01-18 15:21:51 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Me neither.
Submitted by shadow (user info) at 2008-01-18 15:17:31 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
wtf I'm not reading all that.