Open Relationships – Part 2
Katoomba, New South Wales
Continued from yesterday …
When Leah arrived at the pub on Maroubra Beach, AJ was already there, sipping a gin and tonic and staring at his watch. Gathering all her courage, Leah walked towards him.
‘Hi! Good to see you … Will get myself a drink …’ she said.
‘Hello gorgeous! Please sit down. I’ll do that … What would you like?’
‘Erm … A lemon, lime and bitter.’
He walked towards the bar and Leah sat down on the high stool next to his, staring in the direction of Maroubra Beach. She breathed in the salty air, trying to rein in her anxiety. He was soon back with her drink, and sat down next to her.
‘I think I’ve seen you somewhere …’ she started.
‘Online for sure,’ he said with a chuckle. ‘If you drive a vintage car, you may be familiar with the car repair shop that I manage.’
‘No, not really … Anyway, cheers!’ she exclaimed, raising her glass.
‘Cheers! Thanks for coming here. Wow … You’ve got really peachy skin …’ he said, caressing her right cheek. ‘Your online pics don’t do you any justice.’
‘Thanks. I like the pics of your tattoos online. Not that you’d go around shirtless tonight. It’s a nice evening, but a bit cool.’
He ditched the rest of the preliminaries and said, ‘Your lovely skin makes me feel like kissing you, I have to say … Oops! That was too forward!’
‘Probably,’ she replied, between laughs. ‘I won’t hold it against you, though.’ Leah’s heart raced with anticipation, but she managed to steer the conversation in a different direction.
‘Is your business around here? I used to work in the post office at the Junction a few years ago … My first job … Probably that’s where …’
‘Yeah, business is five minutes away from there. It’s actually my brother’s … Sure thing, we do go to the post office as well,’ he said with a chuckle.
They spoke about vintage cars and how to find spare parts. AJ asked Leah what she did for a living and she told him about her latest office management position. She found herself warming up to him. She had never been one for seduction games, and to her immense relief, AJ’s conversation and presence turned out to be relaxing and reassuring. She felt so at ease that she ended up drinking two margaritas and giggling nonstop at some of his anecdotes about his online experiences.
‘… So you seem an old hand at this … And a confirmed swinger!’ She downed what was left of her second margarita and stared coquettishly into his hazel eyes. ‘Tell you what. We should go for a walk on the beach.’
‘Now, that’s an idea. Let’s go.’
Holding hands, they made their way towards the sandy strip. There were a dozen revellers making the most of that cool, though pleasant, starry night. Leah let go of AJ’s hand, took off her shoes and raced towards the sea. Laughing, she beckoned AJ to follow her. He took his runners off in no time, and when he reached Leah, she sprinted towards South Maroubra, laughing. He chased her for a good fifty metres, lifted her up in his arms and kissed her lips. Leah responded in kind.
When they let go of each other, she said, ‘I’d fancy a bit more than just smooching you.’
‘That can be arranged,’ he replied. ‘Let’s go to my place. Girlfriend’s away for a few days. We’ve got the house all to ourselves.’
AJ lifted Leah in his strong arms, and she leaned on his left shoulder. Both of them burst out laughing. He walked towards the dry sand with ease, and for the first time in her life, she felt as light as a feather.
AJ’s townhouse was only two hundred metres away from the beach. He opened the door for Leah, kissing her again and again. There was some ambient music playing in the background. He took off his leather jacket and threw it on a couch in the living-room. He gathered Leah in an embrace, took off her jacket, top and bra, and ran his tongue on her firm nipples.
‘They’re a treat … Your boobies!’ he gasped. He picked Leah up in his arms and lay her on top of his leather jacket. He stripped her off the rest of her clothes and gave her an avid stare. She stretched her limbs and opened her legs wide, with a naughty grin on her face. He shed his clothes and shoes, leaving his muscled and tanned body in all its naked splendour. With eyes half closed, Leah stroke the shaft of his erect penis, and began to run her tongue on his foreskin.
‘No, gorgeous …’ he gasped. ‘I want to give it to you in your pussy … Baby, I may not last very long, but the night has just started for us.’
AJ lay on top of Leah. Her vagina was so moist that he penetrated her without meaning to. Once they started, they found it impossible to stop.
‘God, you’re …!’ she yelled in delight. She could not finish her sentence and rocked her hips as if she were spring-loaded. Once, twice, three times she orgasmed in quick succession before he exploded in a frenzied ecstasy of his own. After he finished, he got up and knelt down by the couch.
‘Baby … I want to lick that sweet clit of yours …’ he whispered.
Leah eased herself onto a pile of cushions and opened her legs wide again. AJ licked and kissed her breasts and belly, slowly sliding down, and brushed her labia with his tongue. She burst into spasmodic giggles, and pushed her hip towards his face. AJ hooked her legs with his well-toned arms, and gave her soft bites on the tip of her clitoris. Leah found herself in an ecstasy of pleasure and pain – her brain swamped by a sea of endorphins and her whole body shaking out of control.
‘You hot thing!’ exclaimed AJ. ‘Wonderful, honey! That’s my baby!’
Leah’s body became limp after her mega-orgasm, and her mind drifted into a space of peace and tranquility – a realm of abandon and timelessness where she had never been before.
AJ’s soft chuckle brought her back from her trance. ‘Hey, baby, do you come like this often?’ he asked.
Leah bent forward and knelt on the couch, smiling. She put her arms around AJ and kissed him.
‘Only when I’m with you, Spunkyman.’
‘Then we should catch up more often,’ whispered AJ, between kisses.
‘Maybe … You know where you can find me,’ replied Leah.
‘Sure … Please stay the night with me,’ said AJ.
Still sticky and wet between her legs, Leah got up and said, ‘I’m not staying the night here and you know it. I think I’d better leave. Thanks for asking, anyway …’ Glancing at the messy couch, she half-smiled. ‘I can help you tidy up.’
‘That won’t be necessary, gorgeous. I can do that myself.’
They both put their clothes on in silence. When they finished, AJ tidied up the couch mechanically. Leah sat down on it again, fully clothed, and in a very serious, almost sombre tone of voice, she said, ‘We forgot to … you know …’
‘Yeah, I know …’ he acknowledged. He pulled a condom from his hip pocket. ‘You probably won’t believe me, but I’m not usually this reckless …’
‘I have no reason not to believe you … Got to go. Goodbye, Spunkyman!’ she said.
They exchanged a soft kiss, and Leah walked back to her place. Still reeking of genital juices, she decided not to catch a taxi. The thirty-minute stroll allowed her to drift back into her own reality. Her vagina felt pleasantly sore, and she felt a tingling sensation in her legs and hips muscles that was hard to ignore. Her knees shook a bit, making her gait a bit slower. Deep down she wanted to delay the inevitable meeting with Rudy. He had no right to reproach or criticise her for having had a good time, though.
After all, isn’t it part of our open relationship deal? thought Leah.
What she could hardly bring herself to face—once and for all—was that her ‘good girl’ persona had been disposed of by AJ’s overpowering energy. She was only mildly anxious about having had unprotected sex. Since she was on contraception, a pregnancy was out of the question. Resolutely, Leah decided to put those thoughts aside. Deep down it was the demise of the ‘good girl within’ that she was far more anxious about. Her upbringing had reinforced her sense of submissiveness, and repressing strong emotions was second nature to her.
As Leah was approaching the area where she and Rudy lived, her angst went into a crescendo. But then she remembered why she had decided to go out in the first place.
Bloody Rudy, you must’ve had a ball with that lady as well. I’ll let you talk about what sort of sex acrobatics you’ve engaged in, if that’s what you want … she thought. She would listen to him, poker-faced as ever. When she arrived at the terrace house that she and Rudy were renting, Leah was only mildly surprised to see that the lounge lights were on.
‘I hope Rudy hasn’t brought any woman to the house. Now that would be grounds for a divorce,’ she mumbled to herself.
As soon as she put the key in the lock to open the front door, a very drunk Rudy opened it from the inside, looking daggers at her. He still managed to hold the door open for her to come in.
‘Hello, honey. Did you have a good time?’ asked a very matter-of-fact Leah.
‘Yeshh,’ slurred Rudy, making visible efforts to stand upright. ‘I ended up getting pissed with a group of footy fans … Renda … Brenda … didn’t fucking show up, the bitch! I tried to chat some of the other girls up, but they wanted the footy guys …’ Leah opened her eyes wide, but did not say anything.
‘What have you been up to, honey? Did you go to your mum’s place?’ His voice was awash with mockery.
She stayed silent. Rudy went on rambling about how badly the night had gone for him. She pretended to listen to him, but she was far more than eager to go to bed.
After a good five-minute moan against women in general and the one who stood him up in particular, Rudy stopped. He was doing all the talking and Leah owed him an answer.
‘You didn’t fucking answer … Where. Have. You. Been?’ he insisted. Leah sighed.
‘I went out with one of the guys from the open relationships site.’
The truth is now in the open, she thought. After all, he wanted to start this game.
Rudy shot her a wild stare and slumped on a couch. Her words had a fully sobering effect. After what Leah perceived as an eternity of silence, he found his voice. His facial features hardened and his drunken rant turned into a menacing interrogation.
‘Ha, look at you … She who had to be put between a rock and a hard place! So who was the lucky man? You caught up where? What happened in the sack? Is he a good fuck? You’ll give me all the details, won’t you?’
‘Goodnight, Rudy. Don’t bother coming to the bedroom at all. Did we agree to swap that kind of information? I don’t think so. I’m not terribly interested in what you did either.’
Leah had never seen such a loss of control in anybody, and she began to fear for her own safety. In an unexpected twist, Rudy snatched his keys from the coffee table, made a beeline for the front door and slammed it shut behind him.
His reaction had brought Leah back from her cozy state of sleepiness. It would be next to impossible for her to fall asleep. She sat down at her dining table, switched on her laptop and logged herself into the chatroom where she had meet AJ. He was not online, but she found several messages from other male members of the forum in her inbox. With half a smile of satisfaction, she started to read them.
Bio: A Bedroom short story for discerning adults.
FF Jensen is an Argentinian-born Australian writer. From a very early age, she developed a keen interest in creative writing, both in English and Spanish. She is the proud mum of an adult daughter, and lives with her partner and three gorgeous black cats.
She has a degree in ESL/English Studies, and is also a NAATI-certified English-Spanish translator (National Accreditation Authority for Translators and Interpreters Ltd, Australia). She also completed a Diploma in Web Development at TAFE NSW (Technical and Further Education New South Wales) in Wentworth Falls, New South Wales, Australia
Her work experience is diverse: she taught ESL (English as a Second Language) and ELE (Espanol Como Lengua Extranjera: Spanish as a Second Language). She has extensive experience as an English/Spanish translator, a graphic and web designer, and as an IT trainer and technical writer.
She has also been an Aikido student and became an Aikido first dan with the American Aikido Federation. She is a keen pursuer of fitness-related activities, and believes in mindfulness and meditation as a tool for self-development.
FF Jensen is the author of Bittersweet Symphony, a novel on fictional Sydney psychologist Lena Foch, her lifelong struggle with bipolar disorder and the stressful circumstances that she faces during a life changing year.