3. Wild

Wild

Dex

I can practically smell the innocence on her. It smells like a perfume she obviously borrowed from that roommate of hers. It doesn’t fit her skin. Even if she hadn’t told me, I’d know she’s as pure as the driven snow. It’s in the way she walks and the way she looks at things with big eyes. She moves through the world like she’s never seen anything on the planet before.

I’m fucking captivated by it.

I also knew she’d be perfect for my plan when I saw her. I can mold her. Teach her how to move. The judges will love her, but I need to gain her trust before I spring that on her. Giving her a job will give her a reason to trust me, and it’ll give me an opportunity to know her better.

It’s been years since I met a woman like her. She doesn’t fawn over me like she knows exactly who I am. I’m a hot member of the club scene and have been for years. The same women, night after night and year after year, ask me to take them home and fuck them or bring Felix over for us both to have a go.

This woman doesn’t know me. She doesn’t know liquor and quaaludes. She doesn’t know the unspoken club rules on how to ignore people beneath you and buy drinks and cocaine for the people you see as above you – people who can give you things, whether it’s sex, drugs, or even a role in a play or car dealership commercial.

When was the last time I had someone in the palm of my hand who is so kind, so wide-eyed and fresh? She’s honest and hard-working. I can tell by the way she’s disappointed she lost her job. It stings her pride. Where there’s pride in work, there’s a hard worker. I need a hard worker, and I need a dance partner.

She came to my house, following me like a lost puppy. How many women would do that with someone they don’t know, especially with that serial killer on the loose who lures women to his car by asking for help? She’s trusting. Hopeful.

And something deep in my gut and even lower in my balls doesn’t want to let her down. That’s interesting because I’ve certainly let down my fair share of women over the years. I haven’t given two shits about them beyond what they could do for me or how good they could fuck. The women who aren’t into it usually get one look at my relationship with Felix and head for the hills, calling me every sick name in the book as they go, usually after they’ve fucked both of us. I’m used to it because sharing isn’t for everyone .

I push my bronze key into the lock of my apartment door and turn the knob. “We haven’t cleaned for a few days. Sorry about any mess. I can’t remember what it looked like when I left.”

She tilts her head and blinks. God, that innocent fucking expression is just too much. “Who’s we?”

“My roommate. Felix. You have a roommate, right? What’s her name?”

“Tima.”

I snap my fingers. “You should have brought her.”

“Did you want to interview her too?”

“Does she need a job?” I ask.

Nicole shakes her head, the soft curls bouncing with her. Unable to stop myself, I push one of the curls behind her ear.

“I just thought men of your age don’t usually have roommates.”

I ignore the comment because I don’t know how to reply since Felix and I are way more than roommates. Swinging the door open, I wave her into the apartment. Looking around, I take in my living room with fresh eyes, trying to imagine how she sees it for the first time. Our top-of-the-line TV is on a TV cart in the corner, a plaid couch sits in the middle of the room, and a luxurious black swivel chair in a modern style is off to the side. Everything is in dark colors in respect of Felix’s disgust for anything bright yellow or orange. I gesture towards the chair and shut the door. Maybe if she feels welcome, she’ll stay.

“Would you like some water or coffee?” I ask. “I always like it when people offer me one of those after a club night.”

“Do you go every night?”

I sit down on the plaid couch across from her as she slowly lowers herself into the black chair. “Not every night, but I’m usually there a couple times a week. Like I said, it’s a good place to find talent. I can’t have a disco class at the studio without someone who knows how to do it and will show new moves. I find seasonal teachers that way. If I have guest instructors, I don’t have to teach every class, and my students get variety.”

Nicole clears her throat and crosses her arms in front of her chest. She looks down at her cleavage, and I wonder if she feels self-conscious about her top now that she’s not in the club and is sitting in a normal living room. “You said something about a job for me. Maybe you should explain some details about what I’d be doing. You’ve seen me dance and surely can’t imply you want me as a dance teacher.”

“My front desk assistant just had a baby, and she’s not coming back. We need someone to run the office, answer the phone, do the payroll for the instructors, sign up new students, and accept the checks and cash people bring to pay for lessons. How are you at bookkeeping?”

A blank look crosses her face, and her eyes flick to something behind me. Her hands wring in her lap. “I’ve never done it, but I entered grades into a little grade book with lines. Is it like that?”

“Close enough,” I say, as a scuffling sound comes from one of the back bedrooms. Nicole looks up just as a rumpled Felix saunters into the room wiping sleep from his eyes. “Ah, here’s Felix. Roommate and co-worker. He’s my head dance instructor. Full staff member. I consider him a…partner, though.”

Felix blinks twice and shakes his head a little as Nicole’s mouth drops open. I don’t blame her. My mouth still drops open when I see him.

His short hair is rumpled from sleep, and he’s clean-shaven, unusual for our circle of friends with their mustaches and mutton chops. I run my fingers over my own mustache as I think about it. I like him with a little stubble, though. I like running my fingers over it when he sucks me off. There’s such a difference between a man with a hard jaw and stubble doing that and a soft-skinned woman doing it. Both are nice, and I’m a true believer that variety is the spice of life.

Felix runs one hand down the front of his purple, silk pajama shirt and holds the other out to Nicole. They nod at each other, Nicole still too shell-shocked by Felix’s appearance in my living room to do more than close her open mouth.

“Felix, this is Nicole…” My voice trails off when I realize I suddenly can’t remember this creature’s last name. It must have been the pills I took before I met her combined with the martinis. I’ll need to be sure not to take anything around her since she doesn’t like it.

“Tate.” She says the word with a husky voice. I know that voice. It’s the voice of a woman who sees something she likes.

“Felix Rathbone,” Felix says, taking Nicole’s hand and pressing a kiss to it. This is his normal routine. I may bring a woman – or man- home, and Felix flirts and seduces along with me. We may have startled him from a deep sleep, but he knows his role well.

I’m just not sure if I want this woman to be a standard routine for us. She doesn’t seem like the type you kick out as soon as the cum rag hits the floor. There’s something about her I want to…keep.

The word rattles around in my brain as I think it. In the past, fear reared its ugly head whenever I thought about keeping someone beyond Felix. He’s my best friend. My lover. He’s been with me for years now – so long that I don’t even remember how it started unless I concentrate. We melted into each other like butter and chocolate while everyone else in my life was like oil and water. There were women in my early twenties I thought I should “keep,” but they never stayed, and I eventually stopped thinking I’d ever have the traditional marriage with a woman. It’s something I’ve wanted deep down for so long that it hurts to think about. I’ve pushed that desire down into the abyss of my soul, and I’ve dulled myself with love for Felix. Felix is safe. Routine. But it’s not like I can legally marry a man. There’s also more to it than that. I want a family. I also dream of more than just the quietness of sitting across one person for the rest of my life. I want a full table of love and partnership in my life. I always have.

“Please sit,” Felix says, jolting me from my thoughts.

Felix joins me on the couch, his thigh touching mine. Nicole notices the proximity, and her eyes track the several inches of cushion space on either side of us. It’s obvious we’re together, and it’s almost funny to watch her expression as she realizes it.

Her eyebrows raise so high I can’t see them for her bangs. Her mouth opens in a little O formation, and she puts her hands in her lap, squeezing and unsqueezing the fabric of her pants. “Are you two gay men?”

The words leave her mouth before she catches them with the hand that claps over her mouth. Her eyes widen to the size of tea plates, and I lean forward.

“I’m sorry,” she says, shaking her head before I can speak. “It’s just not something I’m used to.” She breaks my eye contact and looks around our room. She idly plays with the glass candy dish holding the butterscotch candies Felix likes. “I’m from downstate. That stuff is unheard of. I know it’s common around Chicago, but I’ve been in my own world and worked at a religious institution…”

“Relax, Nicole.” I hold my hands up, trying to soothe her like she’s a crazed horse. “We’re not gay.”

She looks back at me. “You’re not?” She moves her index finger, pointing. “I’ve never seen straight men sit so close.”

“We’re bisexual,” Felix says.

“What’s that? Is that a new word?”

“Actually, it is. I mean, people like us have always been around since the start of human history, but it’s only recently that there’s been a term for it,” I explain. “It means we like both men and women.”

Nicole’s face pales. “Both? You sleep with both men and women?”

“Yes. Sleep and date, if we ever find the right person. We want to expand our relationship to include someone else we fall in love with,” I explain.

“We don’t discriminate against anyone,” Felix says, his voice heavy with want. I need to calm him down before he scares the sweet woman. “We’re equal opportunity fuckers.”

Too late.

Heat builds in Nicole. Even I can see it from a few feet away. Her exposed chest and shoulders turn red, and the color creeps into her cheeks. “Maybe I’m in the wrong place,” she whispers. “I don’t know if I’ll fit in with you gentlemen.”

“Gentlemen?” Felix chuckles next to me. “She really is in the wrong place if she thinks we’re gentlemen.”

I tilt my head and smile at her, trying to reassure her and ignoring Felix. “Why did you come home with me tonight, Nicole?”

“You said you had a job for me. I need a job.”

“I do have a job for you. But I could have interviewed you at the studio tomorrow. Do you trust me?”

“Oddly, yes. Even though I’ve been told not to trust strange men, I figured there wasn’t any harm since everyone at the club knows you and saw me leave with you. I guess…” She stops suddenly and looks out our square window over the back of the couch, probably admiring the Chicago skyline. Felix, for his part, wisely shuts the fuck up .

“You guess what?” I ask, desperately wanting to show her I’m listening. I want to know what she says. What she thinks.

“I guess I wanted to be wild, you know? I had a really, really bad day. I don’t use bad words often, but it was shit. I had a shitty day. Shit, shit, shit, shit, and then more shit. My roommate dressed me tonight because I’m usually a square.” She looks back at me. “And you’re so handsome and suave. The whole club bent over backward to talk to you. I guess I wanted to feel wild and wanted for one damn night of my life.” She looks down at the floor, and I swear I see her eyes fill with tears. “But I don’t have the horsepower for two men. There is no way I’m special enough for that.”

Even if Felix doesn’t give two shits about this woman, he cocks his head to the side to listen. He’s fascinated. His silence and the fact he’s letting me handle the situation is damning. He knows I like her. At this point, he’s going to let me take the lead. He sinks back into the couch where I know he’ll stay until I ask him to move.

I crawl across the floor on my knees and grab her hands. “First, you are special. Any man would be happy to be with you and give you the wildest night of your life.” She blinks, and a tear slides down her face. “Is that why you came home with me?”

She nods. “God, I feel so awkward.” She looks away like she can’t meet my eyes. “But now I’m just scared. Scared and stupid.”

My hand slides over her knees. She jolts at the touch but allows it. I study her face and notice the pulse in her throat. It’s fast, and I’m sure I’m unsettling her. “Nicole, what were you expecting from me here tonight?”

“I don’t want to say,” she says, squeezing her eyes shut and shaking her head like a child.

“Did you want to have sex with me?”

“I wanted the job you said you had, and I wanted to be wild, you know? If that means sex, then yes. But I’m not sure anymore, and now I hear myself sounding like a tease girl my mother warned me about being…”

“Stop,” I say when her voice trails off. She looks at me again and blinks like she’s never been told to stop talking before. “We don’t have to have sex, and I still have a job for you. I’m sorry my relationship with Felix is awkward for you, but I kind of like him.”

Her eyes flick to Felix. “I can see why.”

She doesn’t move my hands off her knees. Instead, she places her hands on top of mine. Her face changes at the action, her cheeks softening. I watch her hands trace around my fingers.

“Nicole,” I whisper. “You said you came here to be wild. Do you still want to be?”

Felix scoots to the edge of the sofa behind me. He inhales through his nose and then stops breathing like he’s waiting for me to set an itinerary on how we’re going to seduce the beautiful virgin that’s dropped into our laps.

Nicole looks at me, and her knees tremble a little under my hands like she’s cold. “Y-yes,” she stammers. “I don’t want to have sex since it would be my first time. I’m not s-sure I’m ready for that. B-but maybe a kiss?”

I slide my hands up her thighs. “There are other ways to be wild besides kissing and sex. There are lines between those two things.”

She cocks her head and furrows her brow. “Like what?”

“Dear, Lord,” Felix practically swoons behind me.

“Would you like me to show you?” I ask, ignoring Felix. He can watch. He’s done it before.

“Wh-what is it?” She’s back to stammering, and the shaking of her voice and knees is now spreading to her entire body. The chair vibrates with her fear and nerves, but her eyes are dark, and she licks her lips. She’s like a scared rabbit but also like a ravenous, sexually deprived housewife.

“Have you ever had anyone touch you…here?”

I run my hand up her leg and lazily run my thumb over the crotch of her pants like it’s no big deal. She startles but quickly corrects herself. She wants to be touched. Everything about her is begging for it.

“No,” she finally whispers.

“No one has ever touched you there, or you don’t want me to?”

“I’ve never been touched there.”

“Do you?” I nod at her center and smile at the slight wet line forming on the crotch of her pants. It’s been a long time since I could make a woman soak both her pants and panties just for offering a hand job. “Do you touch yourself there? ”

Her shoulders tense, and she looks at Felix, which only makes her lick her lips again. “I was taught not to. I was taught that was only for my husband, and good girls didn’t do that.”

My brows come together, and I tilt her chin to look at me. “I’m sorry they said that. Your body is not just for a husband’s pleasure. Shit, it’s 1978. I thought we were over that.”

A trace of a smile lines her face. “I guess the small town where I’m from never got into the sexual revolution.”

I can’t control it any longer. This woman is going to experience her own sexual revolution right here in my living room. I’m going to touch her and even lick her until she’s a sobbing, whimpering mess on my chair.

Felix is on board. I know because we have a silent way of communicating. It’s practically telepathic. He scoots back again and gives me room. Instinctually, we both know she’ll only tolerate one man in her space right now.

I grip Nicole’s hips and watch surprise cross her face as I pull her down so she’s right at the edge of the chair. I don’t break eye contact. She needs that. I know she does. “I’m going to unbutton your pants and slide them down. Then, I’m going to take off your panties. Is that OK?”

She doesn’t answer, but I take the fact that she gives a short nod as a yes. My fingers whisper over the button of the purple pants, and I unzip them slowly, letting her enjoy every sound. I want her to remember this as a positive experience. I want her to play it in her head when she’s an old lady on her seventieth birthday .

When everything is unbuttoned and unzipped, I hook my fingers inside the waistband and slide them down her strong, beautiful legs inch by fucking inch until she’s so desperate to get them off herself when they hit her ankles that she kicks them aside.

She’s not wearing any panties, and her modesty kicks in as soon as her pants hit the carpet. She cups herself with her hands like she’s suddenly realized she’s naked from the waist down. I kneel between her legs, my hands on her thighs, rubbing her skin and trying to comfort her and warm her since the air is cool.

I slowly move my hands higher. “I know you’re shy, so I’m going to use your own finger to touch you.”

“Wh-what?”

“Put your middle finger right at the top of your slit. I’m going to show you how to do this so you don’t need us. I mean, it’s nice to be needed every once in a while, but let me teach you how to do this for yourself.”

She takes a deep breath and does what I ask. Her finger trembles over her clit, but she bites her lip at her own touch. I position her finger until it’s exactly over where it needs to be. I’m so angry for this woman that I want to put my fist through my own wall. She doesn’t even know where her own clit is. I realize I live in a world where I’m free and most people I know are free, but Nicole seems so repressed - so pushed down by whoever told her she couldn’t touch her own pussy .

I press my thumb firmly over her finger and move it in circles. “Put your head back on the chair, close your eyes for me, and enjoy this, Nicole. I’ll help you.”

She looks at me like she doesn’t want to take her eyes off me, but then she does what I say. I place a small kiss on her leg, and she gasps. I’m close enough to smell the earthiness of her and feel the heat of her center as I press our fingers down further on her clit. A small squeak comes from her mouth. “Like that?” I ask, looking for validation she’s having a good time.

“Yes,” she says, the words practically a whisper.

I use firm pressure for a few circles and then back off until her finger whispers across her slit for a few seconds. The back and forth of it is driving her insane as her thighs tighten against me, and my innocent virgin bucks into my hand.

I know women, and I know she’s about a minute away from experiencing her first orgasm. I place another kiss on her knee and drag my tongue up her leg. “When you come, you’ll shake and your toes will curl because it’s so good. Has anyone told you what to expect?”

“N-no,” she says.

“It’ll feel good with my hand, but it’ll be so much better if you let me do it with my tongue.”

She jolts up so fast that my hand loses its grip on her. She sits up wide-eyed. “Your mouth? On my…” She waves her hand over her pussy area. I’m still between her legs, and I avert my eyes to her slit. It’s wet with want, just waiting for me to put my mouth over her engorged clit and suck. “You can do that? ”

Fuck, I want to teach her everything.

I place my hand on her abdomen and push her back. Without a word to make her more uncertain, I trail my tongue further up her leg until I’m hovering over her clit. I breathe on it for a second. She doesn’t push me away, so I drop one small kiss on it.

Her hands come to my shoulders, and she squeezes my shirt like she’s in a runaway train car. Her legs spread wide, and I take that as my cue to go to town on her. I lap. I lick the salt off every part I can reach – the creases, the nub that practically trembles under my tongue, and the hole that’s warm and inviting. I slide the tip of my tongue inside her pussy and swirl it, tasting something savory that reminds me of dinner.

When I’ve had my fill of tasting her pussy, I flick my tongue over her clit again and laugh as she grips my hair. When I attempt to move away from her, she tilts her pelvis and grinds against me. “Dex,” she breathes, and I reach into my pants to caress my dick.

Felix can take care of that later, though. Tonight is about Nicole – making her feel welcome and teaching her how a man can make her feel.

She breaks apart while I’m consumed with my own thoughts, but there’s no denying the orgasm that tears through her. She moans a string of words I honestly didn’t think she’d know, and she throws one of her legs over my shoulder. I run my hand up and down her leg as I hum my approval of her reaction .

When she’s spent, I take a long lick up her entire pussy area and place a kiss under her belly button. “That’s what they didn’t want you to know.”

“This makes sense now,” she practically pants. “I know why women like it, and I know why my grandmother said any kind of hanky panky was only for my husband.”

I place a kiss on her. “You believe that now?”

She looks down at me, still catching her breath. “No woman needs to get married if she can find someone who can do that.”

Felix laughs behind me, and Nicole and I both startle. We both forgot he was there watching us. Nicole blushes again, but I look up at her and catch her chin in my hand. “Felix does it even better. Do you want another orgasm?”

Her eyes flick to Felix. “I can have another one? Two in one night?”

This woman. I laugh and move so that I’m standing over her. Kissing her forehead, I slowly move down her face until I kiss the tip of her nose. “You can have as many as you can handle. Or so I hear.”

I look over my shoulder. “Felix, would you like to show our guest how good two orgasms in one night can be?”

Felix licks his lips and comes off the couch in a movement I can only describe as panther-like. He prowls over to her, never breaking eye contact and ready to pounce. He practically drools over the virgin I brought home to him like it’s a leg of lamb, and his hand adjusts the hardening cock stretching the limits of his pajama pants .

I know he’ll give me what I need later, and I’ll certainly have fun taking care of that cock later, too.

Felix smiles the evil grin that made me fall in love with him. It’s a dangerous smirk and the one he uses when he wants the world to know that he’s going to make someone lose their shit.

I gently pull Nicole out of her seat and turn her so I’m behind her. “Sit on my lap and let Felix have a lick.”

I sink into the vacated chair and pull her with me before she can answer. She lets me control her body. She’s like the gelatin molds I’ve seen housewives make – quivering and pliable.

“He won’t hurt you,” I coo into her ear. “Quite the opposite, really. Close your eyes and lean back on me. You want to enjoy him like other women have. They’ve had no complaints.”

Something about my comment about other women loving what Felix does with his mouth does it. Is she looking for validation? Sexual adventure she’s never had before but other women have clamored for? She practically melts like butter into my torso, and I’m brazen enough to slide my fingers down her halter top, pulling her breasts out and flicking her nipples. They harden immediately, and her ass cheeks tense under me.

“Open your eyes and watch Felix eat your pussy.”

I wrap my arms around her harder, pulling her closer. As if that’s possible. It’s the only thing I can think of to stop her trembling. She shakes so hard I worry she’ll bite her tongue.

But something about her fear turns me on. She’s afraid and titillated about what Felix will do with his dangerous smile .

He does what I did, but he does it a thousand times better. His mouth is everywhere, and he cares nothing about being kind. This is about him being able to taste what he wants. And right now, he wants this woman’s full bush in his face and his cheeks covered with her want. He spits on her, watching the drool run down to her asshole just so he can catch it with his tongue and drag it over every inch of her slit. He sucks. He licks. He forcefully holds her legs apart when she instinctually tries to shut them because she’s ashamed of how much she likes his ravaging mouth. He closes his eyes in fucking rapture as he tastes my spit mixed with her pleasure all over her skin.

I palm her breasts and kiss her neck. Eventually, my hand comes gently to her throat, and I hold it there until she screams so loud from the pleasure that I’ll expect an eviction notice on my door tomorrow.