C3 One Night Stand

Suddenly, his kisses become more insistent. Every time I try to catch my breath, he pulls me to him and kisses me again. It is disconcerting. I have never been kissed like this before. Did he… Maybe he and Hilda are no longer having sex? Maybe she’s always with my asshole ex-boyfriend and when she’s home, she’s already too tired to take care of his desires?

Well then, Mrs. Hilda. You don’t have to worry because I will take good care of your husband. And so I snake my fingers on the back of his neck and pull him closer to me. I press my chest against him and he groans at the gesture.

Suddenly, he lifts me, and I squeal. I wrap my legs around his waist and kiss him again. He’s a great kisser. No chaste kisses from him. I feel like I am being devoured and I’d like to do the same to him.

So, I did. Before long, I learn to play with his tongue. I learn how to allow him to scour my mouth. More importantly, I understand what it means to ‘deepen’ a kiss.

When I am dropped on the bed, I realize that the bed is a bit hard compared to the city hotel beds. But it’s fine. I just need to go through this. Besides, I am already breathing hard. And so I watch as Mr. Ellis crawls towards me, and I watch him with interest.

“Are you sure about this, teacher?” he asks, as he pins me on the bed.

I nod and focus my attention on him again. He looks like a predator about to devour his prey. “Do it,” I say. Besides, I can feel the first hints of desire.

“I haven’t had sex for a while, so you might find me a bit…” He looks for the right word and I unbutton my blouse. His eyes move to my chest and he adds, “…rough.”

I swallow hard. Kissing him feels fine, but how about sex? I’ve always find sex with stranger as disgusting, and yet, here I am, ready to be taken by a hot stranger.

Yet, with fake bravado, I say, “I don’t care. Wreck me for all I care.”

I sit up and help him with his shirt. I take it off his body and I exclaim. Seriously, Hilda. Your husband has a very nice body! Lean and muscular. Like the models I see on TV. I snort. He’s a police officer, so is he training a lot? The handsome men I see in gyms have this kind of physique, too.

“Stop staring and let’s take your other clothes off,” he says. He holds the hem of my skirt and tries to pull it down.

“Take off your clothes and I will take care of mine,” I suggest.

“Should we shower first? Or would you like to get a go already?”

“We are just going to do a quick fuck. We’ll take a shower after this.”

I am about to take my panties off when I pause. Is this okay? Having sex with a married man? Ugh, that was the point, stupid! I need to have sex with him so Hilda will know how it feels!

“Why aren’t you taking this off?” he asks. He holds the hem of my undergarments and I instinctively squeal. “Don’t tell me you are hesitating now?”

“No!” I say. My eyes go to him and see that he is already erect and… “That size is not normal,” I comment. Definitely way bigger than Mark’s.

“Ah, this? This is the average size. It looks bigger, but it’s not.”

“Is that already erect?” I ask again.

He chuckles. “Why don’t you find out?”

He takes my hand and lets me touch it. I almost pull back, but he squeezes my hand, and I had no choice but to explore it. It’s hot, throbbing, and getting more and more larger. Worse, I start to become nervous about its increasing size.

“That really doesn’t look normal,” I comment as I continue to massage his length.

“Don’t you… ah! want… to take… ugh! revenge on my wife? Oh, damn! Stop rubbing already!”

I scowl at him. “I want to continue, but do you?” I ask. He’s shivering and sweating already. He’s flushing too. “Are you okay? Is this too much?”

Suddenly, he tackles me into the bed. He cups my face and gives me a deep kiss—the one that has me reeling, the one that makes me shiver in desire. Soon, his kisses transfer from my mouth, to my neck, chest and even my stomach!

I am being overwhelmed and so I reach for his head and make him look at me. “Stop, Mr. Ellis,” my voice is very faint. It sounds as if I am begging him to continue, rather than wanting him to stop.

I’m not sure what I am feeling. I certainly feel desire for him and the more he kisses me, the more I become comfortable being naked in front of him. My chest is heaving too, as if my heart wants to be in sync with the heat in my body. And for an act meant to hurt another person, I don’t think this is the proper way to feel. The act should be mechanical. Just lust and no feelings.

“Let’s stop with the kisses now.” I glance at the clock. He’s been kissing my body for over half an hour. “Can’t you fuck me already?”

“You are being impatient, teacher.”

“Stop calling me tea—ah!” I exclaim and cover my mouth. I realize that his fingers are already on my heat. Yet, instead of moving away, I open my legs further for him.

“You little minx,” he says. “Stop seducing me when you are not ready yet!”

“I am telling you to fuck me already!”

“Do you plan to punish yourself because your boyfriend cheated on you?”

“This is enjoyment and revenge, not punishment! Ah!”

He suddenly finds my clit and starts to play with it. My shivers of desire become more powerful. My legs shoot up and my back is leaving the bedsheets. I can feel the desire pooling in my gut, too. How much more should I be subjected to this dizzying sensation until he deems I am ready for the actual penetration?!

Yet, he continues his ministrations inside me. He circles my nub, lightly presses against it, and even taps gently on it, until I lose it all. A powerful orgasm wracks my being and I tightly clasp my hands against my mouth to stifle the sound.

Yet, my nether regions still feel so hot, as if it wants more even if all my nerves are firing up in a delicious way.

“Just enter me…” I whisper. “I can handle it.”

Trembling from my orgasm, he trails his fingers along my stomach. And every part he touches becomes scorched. My body also starts to react to him. I raise my body to him so he can touch me more.

As if teasing, he withdraws his hand. He moves to the drawers and then to his bag, then finds a protection.

“I doubt you are on pills, so it’s better to be safe. You don’t want to get pregnant with my child, right?”

I nod. Of course not. Why would I want a child with the tool of my revenge?

Afterwards, he moves back to the bed and wedges himself between me. He places my arms on either side of my head. And then, after putting on protection, he prods at my entrance and slowly opens me up. I moan.

“Oh god, why are you so tight?” he asks.

“You… are just… too big,” I comment.

My voice is unstable. I should not speak anymore or I will further demean myself in front of him. I am already trembling in the sense of another man’s hands clutching at me. And so I close my eyes tightly and envision that I am with Mark instead. He is smaller than him, but still…

Suddenly, as he pushes on, I feel pain in my nether regions. I open my eyes and gasp at the sudden pain. He pauses.

“You are untouched?!”

I wince. “Yes, I am a virgin. Was a virgin… I…” He is about to move away from me when I wrap my legs around his waist. “Don’t you dare, Mr. Ellis! Don’t you dare leave me here alone!” I warn him. “Continue what you are doing and I will handle the pain!”

After further deliberation, he holds my waist and starts to move. He does it slow yet another series of excruciating pain overwhelms me. However, as he continues his gentle pounding, I am also feeling less and less pain. It’s as if my body is getting used to pain that it decided to feel pleasure instead.

He continues thrusting into me, and I feel a sense of victory. Hilda’s handsome husband is fucking me! Like how she is fucking Mark! Better still, Mr. Ellis is heaving in pleasure! When he meets my eyes, he moves up and kisses my mouth. It is a heavy kiss, I’ve never been kissed like this before.

He is still pounding inside when his mouth finds my chest. He plays with it, licks it, and sucks it until I feel my body make another shiver of pleasure.

“You are close again,” he murmurs.

He continues to thrust inside. However, I am not reaching my peak. It’s close, but somehow, it’s not coming anymore.

Suddenly, Mr. Ellis turns my body. He forces me on all fours. His grip on my waist becomes tighter and then, without warning, he rubs my slit at the same time that his thrusts become more rabid. And it’s the trigger that I’ve been waiting for.

In just a minute, my moans become increasingly louder. With no shame, I press my face against the pillow and jut my hips towards him. I start to meet his rhythm and he curses at our position. His movements become faster and rougher. And then, a blinding release gets over me. I scream and I muffle my scandalous sound against the pillow.

I am still trembling when he releases. Panting hard, I sit up and wince. Still, I look at his length, curious at the way I make him feel. Is it as pronounced as mine is? Is this how one night stand really goes? Why didn’t I feel as dirty as I thought I would? Is it because this is for the sake of revenge? Or is it because Mr. Ellis is an attractive man? Am I that kind of woman, different from what I thought I was?

He grins when he sees where my eyes are focusing. He reaches for my face and gently caresses it.

“That feeling…” I start. “Does it always happen between strangers?”

He laughs. “Of course not.”

“Then it must have been our motivations behind it?”

“Probably. Or maybe we just fit each other really well,” he answers. “Sexually, that is.”

When he takes his hands off me, he lies on the bed beside me. He is breathing hard, the same as me.

“Mr. Ellis, will you tell your wife?” I ask. “About what happened between us?”

He turns his head at me, and a grin appears on his face. His teeth are perfect as well. He really is a looker. Someone I am not used to seeing here in the province.

“If you want me to. Although, I doubt she will care enough. She will just tell me ‘congratulations’.”

I cock my head at him. “Are Hilda and Mark already in a relationship for a long time?” I ask. “Mark and I have been together for six months. So, does that mean he is already cheating on me since then?”

“Mark… So that’s the name of your cheater boyfriend?”

“Ex-boyfriend,” I correct him again.

He stands up from the bed and starts to gather his clothes around us—both on the floor and the bed.

“So?” I urge him. “Are you going to tell her?”

I glance at his clothes. The brands seem expensive. Even his leather shoes… wait… leather shoes too? That’s a luxury brand! Does Mr. Ellis like to splurge on clothes? I shake my head and ask instead, “Are you already leaving after one round?”

He laughs at me. “If you want more rounds, call me later. Tomorrow will work for me too. I really need to return to the police station. I hope my son won’t hate me for this.”

“Son?”

They had a son? I know a lot about my co-teachers’ lives, but I heard nothing about that bitch Hilda having a kid already.

Mr. Ellis places a calling card on the bedside table and says, “Maybe you’d find the need to have sex with me again if ever your boyfriend doesn’t behave after this punishment.”

“He’s not my boyfriend anymore!” I correct again.

He laughs. Somehow, there is a certain quality in his laugh that sounds enjoyable. “Most men in love with their women will do their best to take her back.”

“I am not that kind of woman. I don’t give second chances for major transgressions.”

He just shrugs his shoulders and starts to wear his clothes. “Too bad for your ex-boyfriend, then.”

“Will you describe to me what your wife’s reaction is? Once she learned what happened between us, Mr. Ellis?”

“Of course, if we meet again.”

Wearing his last piece of clothing, he takes another good look at my naked body. He moves towards me and places a kiss on my temple.

“How about you wait for me here, teacher? I will just ensure my son is safe at home. And then, I will return here.”

“You can just tell your wife to pick him up for today. Then, you can stay with me,” I suggest. “We can have more rounds.”

His face brightens up. “As tempting as that sounds, my ex-wife can’t do that,” he answers. “So, call me again, teacher. I really think that we will enjoy these moments together. However…”

He retreats from me, and I look up at his face. “Ex-wife?”

“You should know that I am not Mr. Ellis,” he says.

My mouth hangs open, and he turns his back on me. I blink as I watch him close the door. Trembling, I reach for the calling card on top of the bedside table. I read it.

“Liam Chapman,” I whisper. “Director of Champion Music.”

I look back at the closed door, and all I can mutter is, “Oh, damn f*uck.”