Never: an erotic retelling of Peter Pan (28 page)

"Would you do it?" she asked.  "Would you take him against his will?" 

"If you desired it."

She let out a breath.  "Then it's just as well he's gone because I would have... I did desire that," she admitted, not able to meet his gaze.

"May I ask why?"

The tassel wound and unwound its way around her finger as she studied the waves.  "I'd rather you didn't."

"As you wish."

She glanced back.  "You're very compliant."

He smiled.

"And easy to talk to," she admitted, wondering why she didn't just tell him about her fantasy. 

After watching her for a moment, he said, "You may tell me now," and she thought, why not?  Maybe he could make sense of it and explain it to her.

"All right.  I'll try," she said, hoping it wouldn't be embarrassing.  He gave her an encouraging nod and she began, "I've seen the way you look at Christophe.  The way your eyes follow him." 

She paused, searching for words.  "I can almost taste your desire for him - the same desire I have for him.  Not that of a woman for a man, but..."  She frowned, went on, "I look at Christophe the same way a man looks at an inexperienced young girl he wants to initiate into the secrets of pleasure.  As I myself have been initiated.  I don't want his touch," she explained.  "I want to be aroused by touching him.  Can you understand that?"

Josh nodded again and she felt he did understand. 

"I want to take Christophe," she said, "to teach him the pleasure."  Her fingers bit into the plump cushion and her knuckles whitened.  "I'm filled with the impossible desire to take him as a man takes a woman.  To lie over him and..." her eyes searched the room, searched Josh's.  "I want to subjugate him with the ultimate masculine power.  Penetration."

There was silence at the end of her speech and Dee wished he would smile at the pomposity of her words - wished she could - but Josh was taking it very seriously and was clearly moved by her desire. 

"This initiation of which you speak obviously had a profound effect on you," he said.

"It did."  She looked down at her fingers, now limp on the cushion, and saw again the trembling young hands that had made no attempt to fend off her 'master'. 

Such power he'd wielded over her.  How she wanted to experience that power for herself.  "I wanted to recreate it for Christophe," she said, then smiled.  "But I am ill equipped."

"You could experience it vicariously."

"Through you."  She nodded.  "Yes, I wanted that.  I wanted you to take him, regardless of his feelings." 

Their eyes met.

"I would have done it, Wendee."

"We would have both enjoyed it.  But..." she shrugged. 

Josh nodded solemnly and there was an awkward moment.

"So...  What are
we
doing?" she asked.

"Anything you - "

"Desire," Dee cut him off.  "Okay, I think I understand that part.  What I want to know is what
can
you do?"

"Anything - " 

She held up a hand, waiting until she was sure he'd stopped before resting it over her eyes.  "Let me think."

"Make yourself comfortable," Josh offered, and as she prepared to lie amid the cushions an idea came to her - an idea inspired by her fantasy. 

"I know what I want," she said, and unfolding her legs, spread them wide to span his knees before lying back and stretching her arms over her head to form an X with her naked body. 

Her eyes were closed.  "Tell me how you would do it," she instructed, her voice deliberately low and husky.  "Tell me how you would touch Christophe."

There was silence and Dee imagined him staring at her body, seeing her sex open in front of him. 

Her arms and legs felt light, as did her head, but her loins were heavy, engorged with the trembling that would soon be a pulse.

"First, I would scent the air," Josh said, his voice deeper than it had been.

"Do it," she commanded, and felt the cushions beneath her move as he rose.  There were muffled noises, a match striking, then she felt him return.  Almost immediately the heady fragrance of incense  intruded over the brine of the sea. 

"It is done," he said and Dee smiled.  She was visualising Christophe spreadeagled on the cushions and herself crouched between his legs.  He was naked, his eyes closed, his flaccid penis resting against his stomach.  She wanted to touch it, to touch him, but...

"What next?" she asked.

"I would rub his body with scented oil."

"Good.  Let's do it." 

Warm oil trickled along her legs and up onto her stomach.  A moment later Josh's palms slid along her shins and up over her knees, his thumbs trailing along her inner thighs.  Slowly, very slowly.     

Dee's own palms tingled as she imagined herself caressing Christophe.  And when Josh's thumbs met and trailed through her pubic hair on their way to her stomach, her breath caught in her throat.  Above her head, her fingers curved inwards to encompass the rapidly forming erection her fantasy had produced.

Her tongue emerged to wet her dry lips.  "Talk to me," she commanded.  "Tell me what you're doing."

"I'm touching Christophe's chest," he said, his voice now as husky as her own.  "I'm massaging it," and his palms rose to cover her breasts, kneading them expertly, rolling the nipples between thumb and forefinger, tweaking them until she moaned with the pleasure.  "I'm stroking his arms, his sides, his hips." 

Josh's hands, slick with oil, followed the path of his words and she trembled with the ecstasy of his touch as those sure hands slid around her hips and cupped her buttocks.  She thrust her pelvis upwards, imagining Christophe offering his tremblingly hard penis for her kiss, a warm, melting kiss that would draw the pleasure out.

Were Josh's eyes closed as well?  She felt his hands fumble as he rolled her over and spread her legs again, pulling her onto his lap where her buttocks rested against his stomach.  There was no fabric to separate their skin and she could feel his penis hard against her belly. 

A trickle of warm oil ran down her back and she shuddered as the large hands smoothed it into her skin, massaging her shoulders and the back of her neck before working their way down to her parted buttocks. 

"I'm calming him now," Josh said, his voice heavy with the weight of his laboured breathing.  "I want him to be prepared."

The hands began kneading her buttocks, fingers delving between them, randomly at first, then in a definite rhythm.  Once a slippery finger intruded into the tight pucker of flesh that shielded her final virginity and she stiffened.  But the other hand was beneath, caressing, coaxing, stroking the stiff button of flesh that sent waves of pleasure through her body and she relaxed against the intrusion, imagining herself stroking Christophe, calming him, preparing him.

Then Josh slid her off and onto her side on the cushions.  She felt hard legs come up against the back of her own.  The intruder slipped out and a strange tingling the base of her spine distracted her from the heavier presence nudging her puckered entrance.

"Relax, little one," she heard Josh saying.  "Let me in.  Let me do it," he crooned against her ear.  "I won't hurt you.  I promise."  And in her mind she saw Christophe's frightened eyes close, his lips part on a sigh as the phallus of her fantasy slid smoothly inside him, tingling his body from the inside out in a wave of pleasure that was unlike anything he'd ever experienced. 

The pressure withdrew slightly and the pleasure grew stronger.  Her breasts ached and her sex-flesh throbbed from it, but she left them untouched.  She wanted to experience this sensation alone, not confused by the triggering of other responses.  

"Yes," she sighed, "He's enjoying it.  He wants it."  And she felt Josh's hands move to her hips, holding them steady as he slid back in, sending the tingling up her spine to explode inside her brain.  It was so... different, so good.  She squeezed her knees together and fought to hold the image of Christophe in her mind but the pleasure was so strong, building so quickly.  Behind her, Josh's breathing grew louder. 

The in-out tingled all over her body, making her want more, making her moan, "Do it harder.  Please.  He wants it."  And Josh complied, driving slickly in and out, faster and faster, his fingers manipulating her hips back and forth, push-pull, in-out until the moment came and she lost the image - lost Christophe writhing against Josh and there was only white, a flash of painful white behind her eyes as her spine arched and her hips shuddered uncontrollably.