The Ultimate Erotic Short Story Collection 17: 11 Steamingly Hot Erotica Books For Women (18 page)

'I offered but she was determined you enjoy your break. She practically ordered me to take you sight-seeing today.'

Juliet was torn. She'd had a lovely day with Charles yesterday and wanted to spend more time with him but felt obligated to her friend. Especially after last night's revelations. If Pam found out she'd slept with Charles' there'd be hell to pay. If Pam felt that Juliet preferred Charles' company, she would risk injuring her friend's feelings.

'I don't know. I hate the thought of her being sick and alone.'

'You know Pam, if she needed us she'd have said.'

'That is true,' said Juliet.

'You'll come out then?'

'Of course. I can't think of anything better. Let me check on Pam and I'll grab my stuff.'

Having examined and quizzed her friend, she realised Charles' assessment had been correct. She definitely wanted Juliet out of the house to explore Morocco and was convincing in the improvement of her health. Although pale and drawn, Pam had a spark to her. Juliet was confident she'd manage without them. Rest for the day was possibly the best thing for her. If Juliet insisted on staying, Pam would then feel inclined to entertain her for the day which wouldn't help improve her condition.

Charles delivered the perfect cheesy sight-seeing day by taking her on a motorcycle to thoroughly investigate the old city and new European modern district. She got a feel for Marrakesh, preferring the Medina to the modern district. The intricate passageways, shops with an abundance of character, historical sights and main square filled with musicians, sooth sayers and acrobats appealed to her dreamy nature.

After a romantic dinner in the old city, Charles took her home in the damp, balmy winter air. The day had enabled her to get to know Charles better. She was as smitten with him as he was with her.

Entering the flat they found Pam asleep on the couch. Putting a finger to his lips, Charles dragged Juliet to his bedroom. Lost in his kisses, she lost sense of time.

Charles' hands roamed her inner thighs with a light touch. When his hands slipped under the elastic of her panties she whimpered. They continued kissing as Charles let his fingers explore her perfectly groomed pussy. He rubbed her lips between thumb and forefinger, moaning at how wet she was. He slipped one finger, then a second and third into her slit. As he moved them deep inside her, he spread the fingers to stretch her. The more she relaxed the more he thrust them in, turning his wrist to vary the sensations she experienced.

'Charles?' she whispered.

'Mmm.'

'Do you always take Pam's friends to the pool?'

'What?'

Charles sat up startled, removing his hand from Juliet.

'Last night, Pam said you tried it on with all her friends. The pool being your seductive location for stealing hearts.'

'Pam's ridiculous. Years ago at high school, I slept with her best friend. When we broke up, it sort of ruined their friendship. Whenever I've met her friends on my travels she's fallen out with them. Accusing them of betraying her by sleeping with me; totally paranoid. The crazy part is, I've not bedded any of her friends since high school. I probably shouldn't have with you, but you're in a league of your own Juliet. I don't want this as a dirty weekend or holiday fling. I can't pass up the chance to get to know you because it might offend or upset my spoilt brat of a sister. That she'd say something so poisonous to you, demonstrates how immature she is. It was ten years ago. Don't let her ruin this.'

Juliet studied his eyes for what seemed like hours, but was more like minutes. Taking a leap of faith she trusted him. She loved Pam, but Charles seemed genuine. Juliet didn't want to disregard him on account of spiteful gossip.

'I'd really like it if you took me in every way tonight,' she said, emphasizing the 'every'; hoping he'd understand what she was alluding to.

'Are you sure?' he asked.

'I'm sure.'

Charles licked his individual fingers; sucking on them as he looked deep into her hazel eyes. He unbuckled his belt to get out of his jeans.

His erection was magnificent and she was happy to take him in her mouth. The taste of the pre-cum on her tongue was like a sweet honey. Her head worked him in and out, her tongue caressing his shaft and helmet. She released him; gagging as he bucked his hips.

'I don't think a woman has ever taken me that deep before.'

'You take control,' she stated, swallowing him down again.

Charles put his hands on her head to restrict resistance. He stabbed into her mouth, groaning in satisfaction.

With his full length down her throat, Juliet was reflexively gagging to dislodge him. Breathing through her nose she tried to relax. Calming herself, and with full trust in Charles, the tension alleviated. She allowed him to fuck her mouth as he would her pussy. However willing she was mentally, the thickness of him twisting and poking down her throat became too much physically. She pushed against his hips, signalling her need for release.

He immediately stopped, kissing the tears streaming down her face.

'I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you.'

Juliet smiled through the tears.

'You didn't upset me. My lungs were fighting for air. There's something sexy about being used in that fashion during sex.'

'As long as you know it's only a game.'

'Charles, I'm twenty four. I'm not a child. Are you going to fuck me or what?'

He instructed her to get on all fours, then glided his dick into her slit, charging in ferociously for a full minute before withdrawing.

'You're so wet. You really are loving it aren't you?'

She didn't need to respond, given he already knew the answer. Her ears heard a sound from near his bedside table. Juliet she assumed he was putting on a condom. What surprised her was the spurt of baby oil over her arse. He rubbed her ring-piece, preparing it for his cock. She mewled as one finger went into her bottom.

He left it for a minute, then placed a second finger in. Again he waited before inserting a third. She flinched with the third finger and he worked them deep in her. There was something pleasurable about the pain. The minute she acknowledged she was enjoying his probing, she relaxed. Charles removed his fingers.

'Tell me if you want me to stop,' he advised.

Juliet could feel the head of his cock on her back passage. She squealed into the mattress as it penetrated her. He eased himself in another inch, then another, until his entire cock was inside. Accepting there would be a degree of pain she pushed back slightly to let him know she was ready.

As crazy as she was for the passion and lust from the previous night, she was relieved when Charles took a gentler approach to anal sex. He insisted on ploughing her, but took his time. Juliet had never felt more connected to another human being.

The sex was intense and intimate and she was glad to have lost her anal virginity to Charles. His prick reached new places. She moaned into the pillow as he brushed against her A-spot bringing her to a type of orgasm she'd never encountered before. Her body trembled, she squealed as the adrenaline and serotonin coursed through her entire being. The overwhelming orgasm exhausted her, but Charles wasn't ready to finish.

Withdrawing, he bounded over the bed to retrieve a fresh condom to sheath himself. Juliet stretched out on the bed. He lay beside her, blowing softly in her ear, stroking her breasts and legs.

'Don't tell me you've finished for the night,' he said.

She shook her head. He kissed her neck, then lifted her leg; dragging it back over him and spreading her so he could access her slit. His cock coasted into her wet pussy, as he returned to fucking her. With her outer leg wrapped round his waist, he used his free hand to flick her clit, occasionally holding it firmly between his thumb and index finger.

The delight was too much. She wanted his cum inside her. It was as if her head was transparent. He pulled out and flung the condom on the floor. Draping her leg over him, he returned to her slit, ensuring his rod was covered in the warmth and wet her vagina offered. He held her tight against his sweaty chest, powering into her as if his life depended on it. Her bare skin stuck to his and she slipped against him.

Keen to have more of him inside her, she reached round and grabbed his arse, digging her nails into his cheek.

'Touch yourself Juliet. Let's come together.'

Juliet positioned her free hand between her legs. Even she was taken aback by how moist she was. Her clit welcomed the familiar fingers and she bought herself to the brink quickly.

'I'm close now,' she whispered.

'Okay let's do this.'

He gave one last slam and she shuddered as she came on his cock. She could feel him filling her up as they both peaked.

Unlike the previous night, Charles stayed inside her wanting to prolong the intimacy between them.

'What the fuck?'

As her eyes flew up to see Pam in the doorway, she felt Charles shrivel inside her.

'I can't believe you'd fuck my brother.'

'Hey, calm down Pam,' said Charles, pulling the sheets over them both.

'Don't tell me to calm down. I can't believe you'd sleep with a skank like that either. Where's your taste?'

'Pam don't speak to her like that,' shouted Charles in Juliet's defence, as angry as his sister.

'I can't believe you'd use this holiday to fuck my brother to get your hands on his money to help out your little problem.'

'What?' said Charles, turning to Juliet confused.

'I can't believe you'd think I'd do that,' retorted Juliet.

She was hurt her friend would even make such a connection.

'You must have been so happy when I got food poisoning.'

'Don't be ridiculous Pam,' said Juliet, half laughing, 'you can't hold me responsible for the food.'

'I bet you had a good laugh behind my back.'

'No one's laughing. I'm sorry you've been ill, but I'm not sorry I met Charles. I'm certainly not sorry I slept with him.'

'You're a gold-digger and a home-wrecker.'

'Pam he's your brother and his own man. My falling for him has nothing to do with my friendship with you.'

'I want you out tonight,' screamed Pam, slamming the door.

Silence descended on the room.

'That didn't go too well,' quipped Juliet hoping to lighten the atmosphere.

'What did she mean?' asked Charles quietly.

'When?'

'When she said you fucked me because you needed my money,' his voice was cold and distant.

'Please don't tell me you think I'm like that. That you'd even take that comment seriously.'

'What did she mean Juliet?'

'Work's been slow for me. I told you that. We talked at length about it over a cup of hot mint tea. It was a horrid thing to say. I had no idea you had money, let alone that you'd be so darn attractive. How could I... why would I plan such a thing?'

'Everyone needs a roof over their head.'

'Charles, trust your heart on this. Don't let something Pam said in anger, spoil what you and I have.'

***

Months later Juliet was setting up her market stall. The pictures were influenced by her brief visit to Marrakesh. Rather than reflecting the sun, sand and ochre, they were black, gloomy and smacked of heartache. It turned out most people had an affinity with heart break. Juliet's new series of paintings were flying off the shelves, keeping Juliet financially secure, which was exactly what she needed at six months pregnant.