Bend over Bundle (5 page)

We
were each on our last beer of the six pack when his flat mate
arrived. My ears pricked up as I heard the door click shut, and a
strange frisson ran over me even before she came into the
room.

She
was a tall woman. In heels, she would have been about my height or
a finger's width taller, perhaps. She had a strangely compelling
angular face, with huge, lamp like eyes, surmounted with black hair
in two thick pigtails. She wore tight deep blue jeans and a black
T-shirt, revealing arms whose delicately curved muscles echoed the
curves of her hips. In other words, extremely hot, but in a
slightly weird looking way which was more compelling than straight
up prettiness. I realised I was staring and fixed my eyes on my
beer.

“
Eddie, this is Suki. Suki, Eddie.” Trey said as he gestured
to us in turn. Her wide mouth split into a toothy grin.

“
Hey. Are there any more of those beers?”

“
No,
but there’s some wine in the rack if you want a drink.”

“
I
do.”

“
Have a seat, I’ll get it for you,” I said, my voice cracking.
I felt like a complete idiot as soon as the words were out of my
mouth, but happily, inebriation from the three beers insulated me.
It took me a moment to locate the wine and glasses, but thankfully
Trey didn’t take the piss out of me for a change. It would have
seemed inappropriate in front of her, somehow. I didn’t know her
but she seemed like a serious person. She took the glass from me
and smiled again. I drank it in, taking another good look at that
strange but unignorable face. I felt kind of weird, tense in spite
of my drunkenness, like I was waiting for something. But I didn’t
know what.

Suki
and Trey fell into comfortable conversation about their day. I
picked up that she was a junior researcher at the university, made
extra cash as a tutor, and maintained her impressive physique with
daily swimming and cycling. She asked me a question or two about
myself, which I managed to answer in a semi dignified way. I let
her pour the rest of her wine, though. She made it through about
half a bottle, then forced the cork back in and put it in the
fridge.

“
I’ve got some work to do. See you later.”

I
watched her leave, and let out my breath when she was gone. I
hadn’t realised I had been breathing shallowly. Trey met my eye,
then glanced away and chuckled softly. I was grateful when he got
out the copy of Time Out and started talking about the night’s
possible activities. We decided on a Thai place to be followed by a
jazz club. I needed a shower, and set off upstairs.

I
scrubbed myself off and wrapped a towel round my waist. On the way
back to Trey’s room, I bumped into Suki, leaving her room on the
way to the bathroom. She took a long moment appraising my mostly
naked body. Again, I don’t mean to brag, but as well as being
pretty tall I’m in good shape. So her smirk of approval didn’t come
as a surprise. For a girl my age I might have winked or said
something lewd, but I didn’t quite have the bottle to tease Suki
over her enjoying the sight of me. I cast my eyes down and smiled a
little. Our arms brushed as we passed, surely not by
accident.

When
we got back from the jazz club, Trey was wasted. Not so badly that
getting him home was problematic, but I realised that he wouldn’t
be up for a nightcap and a chat when we got in. I got him into bed
and put a glass of water by him, and a bucket just in case. He had
done the same for me more than once. I felt too wired to sleep, so
I headed through to the living room, detouring via the kitchen for
more drink. When I realised there was no beer left, I cursed under
my breath.

“
We
could split the rest of this wine, if you like.” She was leaning in
the door behind me. I hadn’t even heard her. Wine isn’t my
favourite, but saying no to her was impossible. I poured the half
bottle into two glasses and passed her one. She tipped her head in
thanks, and then walked to the living room. I followed. Her hips
swayed as though she was dancing.

“
You’re a pretty one.”

I
hadn’t expected her conversation to be mundane– how could it be?–
but her bluntness shocked through my drunkenness.

“
I... uh... thanks.”

She
smiled. I smiled back, realising (or hoping) that she wasn’t
serious.

She
suddenly strode across and straddled me.

I’m
no stranger to female attentions, but I’ve always been the
aggressor. And up till now, I thought that I liked it that way. But
having this beautiful, confident... powerful woman in my lap, her
long braids of hair tickling my neck, her broad mouth smirking down
at me was utterly unlike what I knew. Pulling a girl, snogging her
and delicately probing her boundaries to get as much woman flesh
around my always ready erection made me feel horny and strong, but
this was making me feel tingly in a different way. i didn’t know
what was going to happen next. And that made my blood pulse strong
in my veins and sing in my ears.

She
pushed her fingers deep into my hair and massaged my scalp, as she
kissed my face all over. She skipped my lips, despite my rolling my
head to try and catch that wide, full lipped mouth with mine. I
wanted to taste her. That desire was clear through my jumbled
thoughts. Suddenly I realised that she had pulled off my clothes
apart from my underwear. With her fingers still twined in my hair,
she moved down to my neck. I didn’t even know that that was an
erogenous area on me, but I started making rather embarrassing
squealing noises at how good it felt. It very nearly tickled, but
in an amazingly good way.

I
forgot to mention that all the time she was doing what I’ve
described, her hips were rolling so that her jeans clad crotch was
rubbing all over my cock, through the thin fabric of my boxers. And
together with her shifting her lips to my neck, I felt almost on
the brink of orgasm. I started murmuring,
o god suki stop i’m
going to cum in my pants
. She grinned at this and started
grinding all the harder. I couldn’t believe what she was doing. All
my requests for her to cease were ignored as she ground me to an
almost painful orgasm. Once she had humiliated me she stood and
inspected my dampened underwear.

“
I
think that we’d better get you out of those wet things,” she
smirked again. I followed her meekly to her bedroom.

Her
room was pretty stark. Just a single bed with a white duvet cover,
a wardrobe, a bookcase mostly full of textbooks, and a desk with
shelves of folders above it. I hadn’t immediately pegged her as the
type to keep an immaculate room. I had imagined oriental throws,
psychedelic posters and the commingled odours of sweat, pot and
incense. My thwarted expectations put me on the left
foot.

She
yanked down my boxers, leaving me nude. I caught sight of myself in
the full length mirror on the wardrobe and started. the long lean
body of the high school hockey superstar, pubes choked with the cum
that had been forced out of him, meekly letting this odd looking
creature lead him around as she chose. The sight was unutterably
erotic. I lay face down as she directed me, feeling my sensitised
cock against the bed sheets which were cold crisp cotton. She
leaned over and kissed my ear lobe.

“
That was so hot.”

“
I
can’t believe you made me come in my pants. I don’t usually come
off so soon.

“
Don’t worry, I liked it. you weren't able to control
yourself. I kind of get off on that.”

“
So
I can see.” And I could. Her pelvis was twitching and rolling
seemingly beyond her control and her nipples stood out through her
shirt. I reached out to stroke them and was rewarded by a hissed
intake of breath.

“
Keep going. continue. Show me how creative you can
be.”

I
unbuttoned the prim white blouse and saw that her slim firm tits
were braless underneath. I touched her nipples with the tips of my
fingers, and then rolled them in my fingertips. I pulled the shirt
off the rest of the way as one found its way into my mouth. She
seemed to be holding back her reaction, Trying to control her
breath as she had denied me control of my orgasm.

She
cupped my balls firmly, almost in a proprietorial fashion. Her
fingers curled round to massage underneath. It felt odd, but I kind
of liked it.

My
eyes shot open as her finger began to circle my arsehole. My whole
body started bucking as she slid inside me. The actual sensation
was kind of bizarre, not exactly pleasurable, unless I’d just not
learned to register it as pleasure yet.

“
Uh... aah... what are you doing?” She gazed at me, her head
tilting to one side. She didn’t stop what she was doing with her
finger, not until I grabbed her wrist. “I’m not sure about that.
I’m just not a fingers up the ass kind of guy.” She lolled back on
the bed. She looked shocked and a little sad.

“
We
don’t have to do that, if you’re not comfortable. I’d like to
though, if you wanted to try again...”

“
It’s really weird that you get off on this.”

“
No,
it really isn’t.”

“
Well, none of the girls I’ve fucked have wanted to fuck me
back.” My voice sounded high and whiny and I hated the sound of
myself, but I felt like if I stopped I’d be letting my guard down.
And I was too scared to do that. (I realised that
later.)

“
I
understand how you feel. There’s a first time for
everything.”

“
Not
for this.” I grabbed my underwear and yanked them on. She sighed
heavily.

"I'm
going to bed."

"Good night."

I
walked back to the bedroom, but stopped off in the bathroom on the
way. I didn't want to get into bed with my brother sporting the
huge boner currently pressing into my waistband. I stared at myself
in the mirror. There I was, all six foot one of me, pride of my
parents and school, lust object of flatteringly many girls, reduced
to a gibbering wreck by a strange lady's finger up my arse. I
didn't know quite what to make of myself. I reached for my cock and
started to stroke, but the images crossing my mind didn't soothe
me. Suki, introducing finger after finger into me. Tonguing my
arsehole like in that lesbian porno I'd seen. Sliding a butt plug
into me and making me eat her pussy. Having her musky slit
slathered over my face as my cum arced into the air. I watched as
the lusty eyed young man in the mirror wiped the cum off his abs.
Having a wank had taken the edge off, but I still felt horny. I
also felt tired, and I knew that I was still drunk enough so I'd
fall asleep quickly. I lay down in the dark and listened to Trey's
slow deep breathing. Usually I can tell him about anything, but I
wanted to keep this secret. Not because it was embarrassing, but
because it was a treasure I wanted to keep close to my heart. I
woke up with her face in my mind. But she had gone to work, and
Trey was keen to hit a greasy spoon to ease his hangover. As we
walked down I managed to keep up with his light conversation, but I
couldn't stop thinking about her. I cursed that moment where my
fear had overcome my lust. I would be going home tomorrow, and who
knows who would be occupying her room the next time I came here. My
only hope was to see her again tonight: and from what had been said
the night before, there was no guarantee that she would be able to
receive me again.

Being who I am comes with a lot of baggage. My parents have
always emphasised the importance of appearance. In that room, it
hadn't mattered for an hour that hadn't felt like an hour. I was on
her bed, moaning and doing everything she asked of me. Well, almost
everything. If only i hadn't been such a coward. I ate my eggs,
moodily. Thankfully Trey was miserable with his hangover and didn't
make any attempt to cut through my funk.

It
was obvious what I had to do. If I had the luck to see her
again.

When
we came home from the greasy spoon, I listened to the emptiness of
the house, trying to hear if she was there. Nope. I listened
disconsolately to Trey discussing our plans for tonight (some film
at an indie cinema). He cocked his head and looked at
me.

"Everything ok?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Hungover" I added, suddenly inspired. He
grinned and nodded.

"I
thought a film would be about right for this evening. How about a
curry for before?"

"Sounds good." I put on a smile.

When
we got back, she still wasn't there. I tried to accept that I
wouldn't see her, probably ever again. We went to bed.

I
heard one soft knock at the door. I snapped to attention like a
dog.

I
opened the door. She just stood there for a moment. Then she
inclined her head, the way she had during my time of unsureness the
night before. I nodded.

That
almost impossibly wide grin seared my retinae. She took my hand and
led me back to her room. Her strong, thin hand, wrapped around
mine, seemed to pulse..

"I
have an idea. Why don't you fuck my arse first, so you get the
idea?" My face must have reflected the mix of joy, disbelief and
confusion in my brain. "I mean it. I've been thinking about how you
must have felt last night. And it reminded me of my first
experience of anal. I got fucked by this beautiful bi guy who loved
getting fucked. He let me do him first."