Abandoned to Lust (Erotic Romance Story), Book 2 (A Month of Pleasure)

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places

and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are

used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales or

persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

Copyright 2013 by Carla Mason

Cover art by Carla Mason

www.carlamason.com

(Previously the girls were having a relaxing night at home when Lex discovered a compromising photo, you know the details from the previous story, so no need to go into those hot and erotic details.)

Lex was aghast whilst looking at the photo.

“What are you doing?”

I thought she was joking at first.

“Want some pointers”

I said with a smile, but Lex wasn’t joking

“What am I doing, I’m enjoying myself, that’s what you said to do”

Tash was a brighter red than her blood red shirt she was wearing,

“Listen I’m just into my second week of my month of freedom, lets be honest you girls slutted about from 18 years old,  whilst I was the sensible, studious one, picking up the pieces, hearing your tragic stories, I’m just making up time”

“Making up time, my God you’re faster than the Concorde”

Tash piped up, “Lex we supported her, encouraged her, how can you be so prissy now”

Both Lex and I were aghast at Tash’s take on things.

It never really occurred to me how I would feel I were to question my past week, it was strange, a week ago I would have felt embarrassed and shy, but one week in I felt strong, as though I’d matured both personally and sexually, I didn’t care what my friends thought as much as I would care about missing out on my experiences.

“We all enjoy sex, we’re all careful, who is it hurting?”

Then Lex piped up, “Paul for one”

My face fell, how could she be so cruel.

“Why would you say that?  Don’t you understand we talked about this, we agreed on this, I hope he is having the time of his life and in three weeks we will be a better more connected couple, I’m doing this for our relationship”

Lex and Tash, true friends that they are, were lousy liars.

“Of course you are, we’re sorry, it’s really none of our business, we love you we just don’t want you to get hurt”

Lex handed me the photo and I put it in my bedside drawer.  We quickly fell back into step with our conversation and soon we all acted as though “the naughty photo” conversation was never had.

Tash’s latest love object Bjorn was an artist and was having his opening night tomorrow, at Princeton Gallery.  Lex and I agreed to go to give Tash someone to hang out with. Lets just say it wasn’t Bjorn’s art talent that kept Tash enthralled by him.

“So I’ll meet you on the corner of Harper and Dacey at the little bistro around 8pm okay?” Tash wanted to make sure we were going to turn up - we both agreed.  The girls packed up,  gave each other hugs and kisses as girls do, and called it a night.

I cleaned up a little, rolled into my bed suddenly feeling spent.  I opened the drawer and took the photo out, I looked at it, our bodies, Georges muscular lines so well defined, my curves sensual and soft, we were completely in the moment no thoughts other than ravishing each other, an involuntary smile spread across my face as I fell to sleep.

The next day I felt invigorated, I had completed my next column by mid morning, a first for a very long time, with coffee and bagels in hand writing was so much easier.  It was a gorgeous Spring day, perfect to get some air, I threw a shawl over my shoulders  just in case it turned cooler when I was out, I walked the streets loving where I live, feeling the hum of the city with each step I took.

Have you found that when you’re out walking the smell of coffee is intoxicating? Not only the  physical need for caffeine, but  the entire production that goes with having coffee - finding the perfect place, the table that you can people watch from, a window that provides a view, all of this done unconsciously but with such precision
. I automatically headed to my favourite cafe, the smell of cinnamon buns and coffee in the air. Seated at my favourite table, it feels like a home, away from home. 

Feeling completely in tune with all that is going on, whom should walk in but an old Uni friend with ….. George, I was so surprised, completely lost for words, Gabe introduced George to me, he took my hand and kissed it,

“Very nice to meet you” my brain had lost its togetherness.

“Oh yeah you too”

I’d no idea what to do, all of my Uni friends were friends with Paul, I had nothing to hide but wasn’t really ready for him to know how my week had played out just yet.

“How do you two know each other?” I asked.

George said that they were old friends from the neighbourhood and it was by chance that they’d bumped into each other, enough said to give me some piece of mind.  Gabe said he was just grabbing a coffee to drink at the bar and was heading off to his next meeting, I felt such a sense of relief, George on the other hand was loving my squeamishness, he was almost chuckling, which soon brought a smile to my face. Both men had their coffee at the bar completely animated in conversation, whilst I was trying to regain some composure and that blissful feeling I had prior to being jolted into reality.  After Gabe had finished his coffee he called out his goodbyes and headed out with George.  I was just feeling relaxed when George appeared from around the corner.

“You looked so aghast Steph”

“You were the last person I expected to see, especially with Gabe”

“An old flame maybe?”

Again I became flustered, I didn’t want to tell George about Paul. I needed to keep that part of my world to myself but he could tell I was withholding something.

“It’s okay Stephanie, I don’t mean to pry, I have no interest either way, I’m playing with you”

An uncomfortable smile spanned across my face, how did my perfect day turn to this so quickly.

“I’m going to an art opening tonight”, I said trying to change the subject.

George smiled “Then we best get out of here quickly”.

I was a little annoyed with his assumption that I’d just follow, but my body was giving other signals and I wanted to be with him.

We went down the street and jumped into his car, something that I had quickly became used to doing - it’s amazing how easily we become used to the finer things in life, like joy riding in Porsches.  On the drive back to his place, I told him about Lex finding the polaroid, George couldn’t contain himself, laughing hysterically. “I put it there for your pleasure not your friends, did they learn anything?”

I smiled and soon began seeing the funny side of things.  We finally arrived at his front door and were still laughing. It’s so easy being with George, I don’t need to “act” I can just “be” be a little bit naughty.

“Im starving.”

“Me too.”

George came to give me a cuddle.

“Not that kind of starving.”

But as I said it, I felt the fire ignite within me.  We had a quick bite to eat and then George asked if I wanted to see our “night of pleasure.” It was quite strange, I felt a little prissy, but mostly naughty, and I liked naughty, I liked the freedom to shock.  We sat on the floor, our previous evening of lust spread before us.

“You’re a naughty girl Stephanie.”

“Look who’s talking.”

“I think you need a bath to wash away all that filth, but first lets turn off that pesky phone that keeps going off, I feel like I am living near a Fire Department with the amount of time your phone goes off”

I slipped my phone on silent and threw it back into my bag.  George got up and went into his bathroom, his beautiful old freestanding tub filling with warm bubbly water, he walked out with a robe on and said

“joining me?” as he dropped his robe to the floor and stood naked before me.   A smile spread across my face as he began to slowly, undress me.

I love the way he undoes my shirt with such expertise, sliding his hand gently across my back to undo my bra, hands moving knowingly over my breasts my nipples responding like buds of spring waiting to be held, touched, squeezed. He moves his hands  down my curvaceous body to my lace undies. Within seconds I am standing in front of this man wanting him more than air itself, feeling my body reacting, wanting to climax by just the feel of his hands on my skin.

George guided me to his room and laid me down on his bed, I felt the weight of his body on me, I love the feel of him on top of me.  Kissing me on my neck all I can think is lower, go lower, his mouth over my breast flicking his tongue on my nipple, teasing it to blossom, and stand high, first one and then the next, he slowly moves his lips down to my navel my body arching to him wanting him, needing him, time rolling in slow motion, feeling every touch my skin is tingling with anticipation. 

He picks me up and carries me to the bathroom, he turns me around.

“Hold the basin,” George says as he  is holding my breasts squeezing them.

George spreads my legs.

“Wider” he says.

I am completely open. George enters me, we move to the rhythm of two lovers. I climax quickly. The feel of his penis inside of me is heavenly. Every plunge I feel my climax ever building.

He turns me around, I am enraptured by this man. He gently brushes my hair away from my face.  George kneels in front of me on the floor and licks my opening, teasing, nibbling, flicking my clit with his tongue,

“Oh God George you’re killing me”

He turns me around so I mount his upstanding penis, with my back to him. I am in complete control.  I hear his moaning. It makes me feel powerful. He tightens his grip on my breasts the closer he gets to climax, it feels wonderful. He lifts me off and maneuvers me so that I am lying flat on the floor  his body now on top of mine he enters me, no lubrication needed. I’m wet, hot,  the feel is incredible. I have cum 5 times and yet feel another building as George is rubbing and sliding inside of my vagina.  I can’t contain my explosive climax I scream as I cum, both of us writhing in each others arms. We collapse onto the tiles.

“So my little slutty slut, how about a bath?”

“What did you call me?” surprised to hear him speak to me like that.

“Ease up baby just recapping what Lex called you after our first night together remember you told me”,

I remembered that first night together a smile spanning across my face once again

“If I’m a slut you’re a man whore,” I retort smiling

“Too right” he says with a smile

“Especially around you”.

We both slide into the bath, soaking in the blissful warm water.

George gently massages my feet, the calves of my legs, I turn around and he sponges my neck, shoulders and back, the warmth relaxing me completely, George stops sponging the warm scented water over my body.

“Hey what’s up?”

I turn around and he presents a flute of Champagne. I lie against his chest as we sip our champagne

George puts his flute down, grabs the washer and gently begins to wash my vagina,

“Is this okay?”

”More than”I reply dreamily. It feels surprisingly good, he loses the washer and his fingers slowly enter inside of me, I put my glass down and he pulls me on top of him, I am riding him once again in the bath, it feels magnificent. The water all around us, I arch back so that I can feel him even deeper. He grabs my butt and pulls my cheeks gently apart, slowly rubbing my butt as we are in a rhythm, about to climax again. I feel his pinky inside of me, it feels erotic I sit up and he slowly and gently clamps his mouth around my nipple nibbling and gently biting, I can’t hold on I scream in ecstasy.  George smiles and lifts me off him.