Consenting Adults

Content Advisory: Erotic

“Hey, blondie, show me your boobs!” yelled a young man hanging over the balcony and swinging a handful of beaded necklaces.

Paige pulled her cardigan across her chest.

“You’ll never get any beads if you don’t take off that stupid sweater,” Kelly said, downing the last of her margarita and tossing the plastic cup on the ground.

Paige glared at her friend. “I don’t need to show my breasts to the world just to get some cheap-ass purple beads.”

“This might be the only time in our lives we get to spend Mardi Gras in New Orleans. You’re only twenty-five once. So, lighten up, babe. Let’s get another drink.”

Her friend pulled her into a daiquiri bar. Frozen drink machines swirling alcoholic fare in every color of the rainbow lined the wall behind the counter.

“What can I get you ladies?” the perky girl at the counter asked.

“Two large Hurricanes, please.” Kelly handed the bartender a twenty and they walked out.

Paige used both hands to grip the Styrofoam cup filled with the slushy, red liquid. Thirsty, she took a long pull on the straw and enjoyed the fruity flavor.

The heat rose from her belly to her neck and spread up into her cheeks. A half hour later both girls’ cups were empty and Paige started thinking about why they took this trip in the first place.

With three failed relationships under her belt, her best friend convinced her that she needed to cut loose and have some fun. Live a little. Let your hair down.

In a symbolic gesture, Paige did just that. She pulled the elastic band out of her ponytail and let her hair fall past her shoulders.

“There you go,” Kelly commented, smiling at her. “Now lose the fucking sweater.”

Feeling a little more confident, Paige tugged at the sleeves of her cardigan and dropped it in her bag.

Kelly lifted her shirt for the balcony dwellers screaming for boobs and was rewarded richly with an onslaught of beads.

“Show ‘em yours,” she laughed, gathering up the plastic necklaces and slipping them over her head.

“I’m not that drunk,” Paige chuckled, smoothing her tank top over her breasts.

Revelers lined the sidewalks and spilled into the street. Bourbon Street. Paige stopped to watch a mime create the illusion of running into a wall and trying to climb over it.

“What? No beads?” the rich, deep voice said.

Paige looked to her left to find a tall, and very attractive, man smiling at her.

She hitched her thumb towards her chest. “Are you talking to me?”

“Yes. I’m wondering why a girl like you doesn’t have even one necklace around her neck.” He moved forward and held out a tacky gold and purple strand.

“I’m not flashing you,” she said with a grin.

“Wasn’t gonna ask you to. These are just because you’re pretty. No strings attached, so to speak.”

She reached out and took the beads, draping them over her head.

“Thanks.”

He offered his hand. “I’m Jeff. What’s your name?”

She shook his hand. “Paige.”

“Nice to meet you, Paige.”

“Likewise.”

“Would you and your friend like to join our party upstairs?” He pointed to the balcony one floor up where a group of people were dancing and drinking.

She looked for Kelly who was taking pictures of the mime with her cell phone. Jeff could be her chance to make this a weekend to remember. She touched Kelly’s arm and whispered in her ear. “We just got an invitation to a balcony party. What do you think?”

Looking over Paige’s shoulder, she said, “By the hot guy in the white t-shirt?”

“Yes.”

“Hell yeah, let’s go.”

They followed Jeff up the stairs and into a large room literally filled wall to wall with people. Some danced to the pulsing beat of an unfamiliar R&B tune while others loitered and talked loud trying to outdo the music. Cigarette smoke and the scent of tequila permeated the air.

Men immediately flocked to Kelly and she ate up the attention, flashing her brilliant smile and flipping her light brown hair.

Jeff took Paige by the hand and led her toward the balcony.

She stopped and stood on tiptoes to speak into his ear. “Do you know these people? I don’t want to leave her there by herself.”

“Everybody’s cool. This party is by invitation only. All guests were handpicked by yours truly.” He winked at her. “Can I get you a drink?”

Already tipsy from the giant Hurricane, she declined and let him lead her out to the balcony. He angled himself to the corner, standing behind her.

“You don’t look like a local,” he said.

“I’m not. I’m visiting from California. You?”

“Born and bred in New Orleans,” he answered, leaning closer.

The heat of his breath on her neck prickled her skin and she shivered.

“Are you cold?”

She looked over her shoulder at him. His brown eyes seared into her. “No.”

“Was that a good shiver then?” His hand squeezed her hip.

She nodded and he pulled her body back against his.

He grazed the side of her breast with his other hand and she sucked in her breath, looking around at the other people on the balcony. They were yelling at the partygoers below and tossing beads, drinking and dancing; completely oblivious to the tension quickly building inside her.

This is what you came here for.

This kind of excitement.

Go with it.

Let him take you there.

As if reading her mind, he cupped her breast and lightly circled the tip with his thumb. Her nipple hardened, sending ripples of pleasure straight to her pussy.

“Do you like that?” he whispered in her ear.

“Yes.”

“And this?” His other hand trailed up the back of her leg and under her skirt. His fingers teased the inside of her thigh.

“Yes,” she repeated on a whisper.

“Take these off.” He tugged at the elastic of her panties.

Glancing at the other people near them, she slipped the silky garment down her legs and kicked it off the side of the balcony.

He chuckled against her neck. “I was going to save those.”

“I’ll send you a pair.”

His erection pressed against her lower back as his hand slipped up her thigh again. Exploring her body, he ran his fingers over her lips, and around her slit.

“I love a smooth pussy.” He caressed her clit with his thumb. “Open your legs a little more, baby.”

All rational thought left her. She stepped her feet apart, opening herself as he asked. She didn’t care that there were fifteen other people a few feet away. Her knees weakened and every ounce of energy in her body gathered in her center, begging for release.

He slipped a finger inside her and she moaned.

“I’m going to make you come, right here.” His thumb pressed harder against her throbbing clit while his finger massaged the sensitive spot in her cunt.

“Oh, God,” she murmured, leaning her head back against his chest. The first spasm struck her like lightning and she bit her bottom lip to keep from crying out.

“Mmm, that’s right. Come for me, Paige,” he demanded quietly, granting her no respite.

And she came…hard. Her body splintered and, if he hadn’t held on to her, she might have toppled over the railing.

Once she caught her breath, Jeff pulled his hand away and straightened her skirt. His lips brushed her neck. “Now that you’re good and wet, I’m going to take you inside and fuck you.”

No one had ever talked to her like that and she liked it. Her pussy ached with the need to have his cock.

Taking her hand, he guided her through the crowd to a room at the end of a long hallway. Once inside, he locked the door and wasted no time removing both their clothing. He eased her back on the quilt- covered bed and climbed on top of her. His mouth crushed against hers and she breathed in the scent of whiskey on his breath.

He layered kisses from her mouth to her neck and down to her breast. “Jesus, you’re beautiful.” He caught her nipple between his teeth and gently bit down while his hand kneaded her other breast.

She wrapped her fingers around his thick, hard cock and pulled him toward her. “I want you inside me…now,” she pleaded.

He brought his mouth back to hers and kissed her hard, his tongue skimming her teeth. Pushing two fingers into her, he spread her silky fluid around her opening.

“Tell me what you like,” he said, kissing her forehead.

“I-I don’t know,” she stammered.

“Sure you do,” he whispered, rubbing the head of his shaft against her pussy and over her clit. “Do you want me to hold you down? Hmm? Fuck you fast and hard? Or do you like it soft and sweet?”

Unaccustomed to telling anyone what she wanted, her need for him spurred her to speak up. “Fast and hard.”

“Good.” Pulling her hand away, he positioned himself at her opening and pinned her wrists above her head.

She couldn’t take her eyes off his face. From the hard angle of his jaw up to his shaved head, he was uncompromisingly sexy and so very different from anyone she’d been with.

Looming over her, his dark eyes narrowed. With one sure stroke, he buried his cock inside her.

She gasped, her breath catching in her throat. Her pussy stretched to accommodate his thickness and the friction set her on fire.

He pulled out and plunged into her again, establishing a steady rhythm until his body slapped against hers with each thrust.

He released her wrists and his hands roamed her body, teasing her nipples, rolling them between his thumb and finger while playing with her clit.

The orgasm hit her fast and she screamed. Her body melted like lava and erupted. The walls of her cunt clenched his cock, drawing him deeper.

“This pussy is so wet, so tight. I’m going to come.” He lifted her legs over his shoulders.

She held onto his biceps as he pumped into her furiously.

Concentration etched his face while he watched himself fuck her. Then he locked his eyes on her face just before letting out a guttural growl. Slamming into her one last time, he filled her with his warmth.

Breathing hard, he collapsed on top of her. His fingers tangled in her hair while he kissed her neck.

The afterglow began to wane.

What did I just do?

Way to go, Paige.

Now you’re a slut.

Jeff rolled off her. “Damn. That was fantastic.”

When she didn’t say anything, he looked at her.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

She sat up and clutched the quilt to her chest. “I’m not this kind of girl,” she said, shaking her head. “I don’t know what got into me. I need to go.”

He touched her arm. “Hey. There’s nothing wrong with what we just did. We’re consenting adults.”

“I don’t have one night stands. I mean…I never have, not until now.” She put her head in her hands.

“I’m not judging you, Paige. And, depending on how long you’re in town, it doesn’t have to be a one night stand.” He winked at her and kissed her cheek. “Let me take you out to dinner and make an honest woman out of you.”

She couldn’t help herself and laughed out loud. “I think I’m supposed to make you buy me dinner first, but…oh, well. I guess dessert just can’t wait sometimes.”

Look for Melissa’s next short story on March 28, 2011!

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~ Melissa Ecker ~

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