Эбби Луби - Nuclear Romance

Lou and Diana were just about a mile from the exit for the Bearded Iris.

“I really wish you would slow down, Lou.” Diana thought his urgency was about her ambiguity and because he feared she might change her mind about a new sexual encounter.

“Sorry, Babe. I’m a little anxious. Didn’t mean to drive with a heavy foot.”

“I’m anxious, too. You know that, right? But let’s get wherever we are going in one piece. The way you’re driving, you’d think we were being followed.”

The lady had a sixth sense about her. Or she has eyes in the back of her head.

Keeping her distance, Chrissy followed them and saw the car pull into a driveway of a large house perched on a small hill with a line of shrubs in the front. An old stone wall ran around the yard, and there was a wrought iron gate that opened to a few stone stairs. A small illuminated sign was next to the front door in the center of a wraparound porch.

Chrissy could see Lou and Diana walk up to the front door. Well, well. What do you know, Ms. Diana Chase, schoolmarm, shacking up in a bed-and-breakfast with Lou Padera.

When the two had been in the house for a few minutes, Chrissy walked slowly up to the front door to read the name of the hotel. In elegantly cursive letters the small sign said “The Bearded Iris.”

The first thing Diana saw was a long, curved wooden bar with fancy cushioned stools that swirled around. Some R&B music played from a dance floor to the right of the bar, and a few couples moved to the beat. Diana smiled. It all felt vaguely familiar.

“So this is a real place,” she glanced sideways at Lou. “You’ve been scheming a bit?”

A man was leaning with his back against the bar, sipping a drink. He was medium height with light brown hair. Lou walked over to him.

“David? Nice to see you again. I’d like you to meet Diana.”

The man smiled. “Nice to see you, Lou.”

His soft brown eyes settled on Diana. “And this is the lovely Diana?”

The two briefly shook hands. Then, looking in her eyes, he brought her hand to his lips. She stiffened slightly, realizing David was a key character in their jointly written erotic story.

“What are you drinking? You like white wine, don’t you Diana?”

She laughed nervously. “White wine is perfect.”

In the story, David and Lou each dance with Diana, have dinner and find their way to a large bedroom upstairs. Recalling the scenario, Diana took a long, full sip of wine and tried to relax. Lou slid his hand around her waist. “Dance?”

As they swayed to the music, he put his lips to her ear.

“Look, Diana. You don’t have to do anything that makes you uncomfortable. David is cool, and neither one of us will be disappointed if you opt out. Well, maybe I’ll be a little sad. But it’s not worth it if you can’t enjoy yourself. Okay?”

“You mean we could have dinner and go home?”

“Yup. If that’s what you want.”

Like a kid who was just told she didn’t have to do her homework, Diana became giddy and relaxed. Then she thought, But what about the story? Hadn’t it become a script for the evening? Wasn’t it meant to be followed?

“I’m not sure what I want yet, Lou. Can we get to know him a bit more before I decide?”

“Sure thing.”

They returned to the bar and sat down next to David.

“You two look good on the dance floor. When you’re ready, and if you want to, Diana, would you dance with me?”

She emptied her glass and said, “Sure. Let’s give it a try.”

They danced and he took cues from her on how close she wanted him to be. He was light on his feet and she was beginning to feel comfortable with him.

From the bar, Lou ordered more wine and watched them. His stomach gurgled.

Their dinner together was a long, relaxed meal where she knew she was dinking far too much. But she wanted to loosen up. She sat between the two men in a round booth and at one point David slipped his arm around her while Lou stroked her inner thigh under the table. It made her giggle. Suddenly there was a bottle of champagne on the table.

“My favorite,” she said, realizing her inhibitions were about to slip away. Fingers swept the back of her neck, played with her hair. She melted.

When the champagne was half gone, Lou felt the time was right.

“Do we want to check out our room?” he suggested in a low voice. She looked at them both, laughed softly and nodded. Why not?

With bottle and glasses in hand they found their room and opened the door. It was a softly lit bedroom with what seemed to be a swing at the far end. The three looked in.

“After you, Diana,” Lou said and nodded at David.

Diana and David stepped inside to survey the room. Still standing in the door, Lou thought the two looked oddly out of place. Something didn’t feel right. Was he taking advantage of Diana, who was too tipsy to know what she was doing? But didn’t she agree to the idea when she was sober? And was she going along with his fantasy just to make him happy? Slowly, he stepped inside, working to erase his frown.

Diana plopped down on the bed with a loud sigh and splayed her limbs. The two men started to undress her slowly, kissing her, telling her how beautiful she was. She pulled Lou down to her and pressed her mouth to his while fumbling with his shirt buttons. He hadn’t thought about being naked in front of another guy; it was the idea of three people, mainly he and two women who would have sex, that excited him.

“Don’t worry about me, Baby,” he whispered to Diana, stopping her from unzipping his pants. “We’ll all be in our birthday suits before long. There’s plenty of time.”

He looked down at the end of the bed and saw David, already stark naked, start to massage and lick Diana’s toes. Lou sat up and slowly took off his shirt, then his pants, leaving on his briefs. He just wanted to look at his lady, who was thoroughly enjoying herself.

For Diana, it was ecstasy beyond belief, two men at her beck and call. She let herself go, slipping into her fictional character, pleasure her only goal.

“How about the swing?” David gestured toward the velvet-lined swing hanging from the ceiling.

“Oh yes,” Diana said, sitting up and holding out her hands for the two men. They led her to the cushiony swing at the end of the room. If the first grade teachers could only see me now!

The seat softly cupped her body allowing her to lean back and comfortably spread her legs. David kneeled down and swayed her slowly a few inches to and fro, stopping momentarily for her to feel his warm breath, taking in her juices, then pushing her toward Lou, who sat behind her, sweeping his fingers lightly across her breasts. He could see how excited she was, and he loved it. But part of him felt like he was someone else.

“What about you guys?” she murmured. “Shouldn’t I be turning you both on?”

The idea that she would be pleasing David while he would… what… watch? But he wasn’t going to let his hang-ups stop her pleasure.

“Don’t worry about us, Baby, just let go,” Lou whispered to her. “We’re here to make you happy.”

She thought Lou was extraordinary. Wanting her to experience ecstasy and excitement with another man, a man he picked out for her. Lou was truly selfless, giving.

As he watched her soak up the pleasure from another man’s touch, Lou grew more distant. Somehow he had to make himself go through the motions, hoping that he’d get in the mood. Wasn’t this the furtive, naughty scenario he created and had written about? So what’s wrong? Get into it, man.

But excitement and stimulation eluded him. Was he guilty for corrupting Diana and testing her belief that sex was a unique, intimate act between two people? He angled around to see her face, and as their eyes locked, he forced a smile.