I’ve had my eye on a couple of lads, students I think, for the last ten minutes or so. They’re on the dance floor and they’re migrating between groups of girls, gyrating with them and attempting to garner kisses. They’re fairly good looking guys but a little aggressive for the young girls they’re targeting, and so their obvious gropes are getting them pushed away. I’m thinking about trying them out. I’ve always fancied a threesome. However, they’ve not even looked at anything older than university-aged, and I’m a good ten years older than that. I’d really rather avoid rejection, I think I may have to look out for a new target.

As I’m scanning the crowd for other promising and less challenging men, my eyes light on a very familiar figure and me heart squeezes and throbs painfully in my chest. It’s Jack with the lads. They’re all bouncing around and yelling, so they must have already had a skin full. No girls tagging along, so maybe it’s a lads’ night out. I down what is left of my vodka-soaked lemonade and stride to the dance floor. I’m going to show that man just what he’s missing.

I move with the beat, long strides that sensually stretch my legs, showing their maximum length under my short skirt. I fix my eyes on the two young guys and push my way through the gyrating crowd to reach them. I slip between their hard bodies making sure to push my bottom back and press into the crotch of one and display my breasts to the other.

I needn’t have worried about being rejected; their hands are already all over my body. The guy behind is grinding slowly into my ass, his hands on either hip, pulling me closer into the growing bulge at his crotch. The one in front of me has hands on my sides, just cupping my breasts, and his body is pressed in close to me. I’m literally sandwiched between two hard, young bodies. I feel Jacks eyes upon me and look up. It’s crazy that we still have a connection; that I can feel his eyes resting on me, making my pulse race.

I meet his gaze and smile. You know that smile a cat flashes you when it’s just eaten your dinner and is now reclining in your chair? Well, my smile is just like that. Take that, cheater. Seeing his look of recognition, the confusion, and finally the dark flicker of pain in his bright, joyful eyes brings a deep sense of satisfaction for a moment, but then the emptiness fills the pit of my stomach again and I feel the need to inflict more pain, much more pain than he caused me.

I turn back to look into the eyes of the lad groping my breasts, and he smiles at me. I lean in as if to whisper in his ear but instead I press my lips to his cheek. Slowly he moves his head so my lips slip around to press against his. His breath is harsh with rough spirit and sweetened with a hint of cola. His kiss is practiced, confident, and proud and matches mine for intensity. I flick an eye open and Jack is still there, but he’s not watching. He’s grabbed a young girl and is engaged in sucking all the life from her body via her mouth.

Pulling away from the kiss with an audible slurp, I turn around and plant my lips upon the lips of the guy who’s been grinding into my arse for the last few minutes. I feel the hard bump of the other guy’s cock pressing into the soft flesh of my ample bottom, and I wrap my hands around my new prey, pulling him in close, and encouraging him to run his hands up and down my sides, brushing over my breasts. I feel hands cupping my buttocks and, as my skirt is so short and my underwear so brief, I can feel the big, soft hands on the bare flesh there. I moan, but the moan is absorbed by the impassioned kiss I’m engaged in. I know that if Jack is watching right now, he’ll be able to see the hands on my arse and it makes me smile wickedly. I’ll give him something else to look at, too. I want him to be in turmoil, complete and utter heartbreaking turmoil, just as I have been over the last few months.

I slip my hands down from the fit lad’s back to his bottom. I pull him in closer and squeeze. He groans. I feel it through the kiss, and I grind myself against his crotch. The hand behind cracks down on my buttock and thrusts me harder against the crotch of the guy I’m snogging. I hear a whisper in my ear.

“Want to take this somewhere more private?” I feel the breath caressing my ear as the hand squeezes my bum.

“Yes,” I reply, “after one more song.” I flip round to face the speaker. “I like my foreplay in public, you see. It gets me hot. Feel.”

I brazenly grasp his hand and press it down over my stomach and under the waistband of my skirt, into wet, sticky material wedged between my thighs.

“Very hot.” He gasps, rubbing his fingers up and down my slit, as I reach behind me and grab the hard crotch that is there.

“I do get both you guys once the song is finished, right?” I look over my shoulder and back again as the two friends eye each other over my shoulder.

“Of course,” the one behind me says, probably relieved he’s going to be involved in the action.

“Sure.” The guy with his fingers in my slit shrugs, happy to be getting laid, and drunk enough to not be worried about sharing a woman with another man.

“Wonderful,” I purr, turning so I have one guy facing each shoulder and simultaneously reaching out and laying a hand on each chest. They rub against me as the conversation ceases, each pressing their hard cocks into my flesh whist I watch Jack rubbing up against this blonde, who seems to be less than pleased by his wandering hands. Take that, bastard. I’m the winner tonight.

“Beautiful,” he croons, for what seems to be the millionth time this evening.

“Jamie.” Her voice is cracking with emotion and when he looks up a tear softly hangs at the corner of her eye. He stands up and presses into her curves.

“Its okay, Carrie, you’re so beautiful. I could look at you all day and all night.”

She wraps her arms around him and buries her head into his shoulder.

“Thank you.” She sniffs then pulls away him. “I’m sorry to be so, well, like this. It’s just I have issues.” She giggles depreciatingly. “More issues than the Evening News in fact.”

He grins. “We all have issues.”

She leans forward and of her own volition presses her lips to his.

“Lie on the sofa.”

He lets out a shuddering breath. He wants her. God, how he wants her, but he wants this delicious anticipation to last. She complies, tucking her knees up to her body, throwing an arm across her breasts.

“Not like that.” He strides over and pulls her arm out of the way. He angles her so that an arm lies beneath her breasts, offering them up for him. He then straightens out her legs before bending the top one up, making a triangle of limbs and parting her pussy, revealing it. “I can’t pose like this.” She squirms, as Jamie walks away.

“Oh yes, you can, or would you prefer me to tie you spread eagled on my bed instead?” he snaps and she gasps. “So, what’s it going to be Ms. Beautiful?”

“I’ll stay here.” She nibbles her bottom lip.

“But you want to be tied up, don’t you?”

She flushes then nods her head. Hell yes, she wants to be tied up, she wants to be left completely at his mercy, she wants to beg for it now, right now, but she cannot bring herself to let the words drip from her drying mouth. “Another day.” He grins. “And that is a promise.”

Jamie busies himself setting up a canvas and selecting a pencil to do his outlines with. He dims the light, until the bright moonbeams illuminate the centre of the room, bathing Carrie’s skin and making it gleam like alabaster.

“Jamie,” she all but whispers, “please talk to me, I’m feeling awfully exposed right now.”

“Deliciously exposed.” Jamie looks over and licks his lips, “I’ll talk to you now. I was just getting myself sorted out. You look ethereal bathed in that moonlight.”

“Like a little pixie?”

“Well, I’ve never thought of pixies as overly sexy, but yes, if you want to be a pixie, you can be a pixie.”

“Thank you.” It surprises Carrie how quickly she is adapting to being naked in front of this man. As long as she doesn’t think about her split thighs and the juices pooling between them she feels quite confident.

“You’re going to look amazing all tied up.” Jamie’s pencil scratches across the surface as he sweeps up and down, adding shadow and highlighting the light.

“I didn’t think…” Carrie stutters, her cheeks flushing deep pink once more. Jamie picks up his paint brush and mixes together a blush pink, capturing the high colour on her cheeks.

“I meant every word I said.” He nods, watching her body come to life on his canvas.

“I’m going to tie you down and paint you. Oh I’m going to paint you in so many wicked, sexy positions. Spread eagled on the bed will only be the start of it. The blush on your cheeks makes me imagine how delightful your buttocks will look over my knee, shining bright red from my slaps. The dampness between your thighs makes me want to spread you wide and sketch your cunt. I want to paint your most intimate parts onto my canvas then I want to paint them with my come.”

Carrie moans, her eyes flick close as she imagines him that close between her thighs.

“You want all that don’t you?” Jamie asks, placing soft hints of peach to the white expanse of her moonlit body. She does not answer, the words seem to be stuck in her throat,

“Don’t you, Carrie?” He repeats, her name resonating with inference.

“Yes,” she gasps, “Sir.”

His eyes meet hers and he smiles. She doesn’t know why she said that, how the “Sir” slipped from her imagination onto her lips, but she is thrilled to see the approval in his eyes.

“Oh, Carrie, I’m going to have so much fun discovering you.”