The Book Group Ch. 03

Lauren's Story

Lauren lived at No.6, on the ironically named 'Paradise Gardens', the name coming from the farm which had previously occupied the site. It was a small rented housing estate of three short terraces around a square of rough grass where feral dogs chased round in packs. A few residents had claimed the open plan areas and created flower borders in front of their properties, but most had left them unloved. A couple of spindly shrubs had been planted alongside the concrete path leading up to Lauren's door which was still framed with Christmas lights.

There didn't seem to be a bell, so Hannah knocked on the flaking wooden door, but it was Emily who opened it and ushered her into the lounge. The room was larger than she had expected, but it smelt stale and musty as if it hadn't been aired for months. The rest of the group were already there, seated on a motley collection of chairs with their outdoor coats heaped in the far corner.

Lauren was in the kitchen making tea and coffee. Her partner had been parcelled off to the pub and her twins were already asleep upstairs. She had a slight willowy figure which one of the group had described, rather unkindly, as 'scrawny'. She certainly didn't try to make the best of her features, dressing in a miscellaneous assortment of clothing. Her ink black hair, nose piercing and heavy mascara harked back to the 'goth' scene, of which she and her boyfriend had apparently been enthusiastic members. She came into the room wearing black faux leather trousers, boots and a flounced white blouse. She put the trayful of coffee down on the small table and handed the mugs round. She sat down, smiled nervously, and began in her rather nasal tone.

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I met Andrew at school. We had just moved into the area and I joined his class. He wasn't like the other lads. He was dark and intriguing. His pale skin and black hair gave him a natural 'goth look' and he played on this, wearing as much eye shadow and chunky jewellery as he could get away with at school. I was curious and started to hang out with him. I think the other girls had been warned off, but I yearned to explore my darker side.

I started to powder my face and use mascara and an eyebrow pencil. I chose clothes with black lace and buckles. He took me to parties which were really wild. Girls in black corsets, collars and torn fishnets. Guys with close cropped hair, piercings and combat boots. I'd never seen anything like it. It was amazing.

The sex was pretty adventurous as well. We would try various locations; initially remote or hidden spots, woods or dark alleys. But as the risk heightened our exhilaration, we choose places where we knew we would get caught; public carparks or bus shelters. The look of shock on people's faces thrilled us and we would grab our clothes and chase off laughing into the night.

We calmed down a little once we left school and got jobs. We rented a flat and started experimenting with different sexual positions. We got hold of a well-thumbed copy of the 'Kama Sutra' and tried that out. Some positions were impossible to get into, never mind holding them for ten minutes or so. We always seemed to finish up giggling in a heap.

"Have you seen this?" Andy asked one evening coming in from work. He slid a DVD across the table. The cover featured the rear view of a woman bending over in a short black skirt and seamed stockings. It was called 'Secretary'. I'd never heard of the film, but I had an inkling that one of Andy's mates must have told him about it. After dinner we settled down together on the couch to watch. It followed the relationship of a submissive secretary and her dominating boss who indulged in various BDSM activities. Andy clearly found it very arousing and I was mildly turned on as well. We didn't talk about it much afterwards, but I guess we both had it on our minds over the following days. A week or so later, he mentioned it again and said he would like us to try some bondage. I was willing to give it a go so, that Saturday, I bought some black silk ribbons and some scented baby oil.

Andy volunteered be tied up first, which surprised me. He removed the duvet while I brought though an armful of towels from the bathroom to lay over the bed. He then stripped off completely and lay in the centre. I tied the ribbons round his wrists before securing them to the metal rails of the headboard. He would have been able to drag his hands out of the ties if he had really wanted to, but I guess they served their purpose. I undressed and knelt at his side. Dribbling the oil on to his chest, I started to give him a massage. He had very little hair, just in his armpits and groin, and the oil made his skin shine like porcelain. As my hands skated over his more sensitive areas, I noticed the first stirrings of his arousal.

I began to kiss him, starting with his lips and gradually moving down his body, letting my long hair softly brush over his skin. The oil smelt of sweet sandalwood, quite sensuous. I moved round the bed to come at him from the other side. I leant forward and dangled my breasts in his face so that he could just reach my nipples with his outstretched tongue. The anticipation was starting to get me excited.

I looked at his erect cock. It didn't stand vertically, but at more of an angle towards his head. After avoiding it for so long, I finally knelt between his legs and took it in my hand and began to stroke it. Andy looked at me and moaned. I took it in my mouth and wrapped my tongue around it.

"Yes. Yes," Andy groaned, starting to pull at his ties. It excited me to have this effect on him. I tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear and gave him my large eyes look as I bobbed up and down.

At this point I decided to mount him. I crawled round to straddle his waist and slowly lowered myself onto his cock. I started steadily, gradually quickening as I got used to it inside me. I found that I could adjust the pace and depth and angle of my hips to control my arousal. Andy was getting close to an orgasm. He was straining his hips upwards to meet me. I accelerated my rocking motion, lifting up my butt and slamming it back down on his member. We were both gasping until finally, we climaxed together.

We reversed roles the next night. I enjoyed Andy taking pleasure from my body whilst I was tied and I found the feeling of helpless expectancy extremely arousing.

We decided to go the whole hog and buy a restraint kit with Velcro cuffs, blindfold and a paddle. We tried the paddle but neither of us enjoyed that. The blindfold definitely heightened the other senses. We combined the bondage with role play, acting out various erotic scenarios from the book which came with the kit. We kept going at it like rabbits all through that spring.

That year my birthday fell on a Friday. Andy woke me with a kiss and a small black jewellery box. Inside was a pair of earrings shaped in a string of silver droplets. They were beautiful.

"They're exquisite," I said, pulling him over for a hug.

"Would you wear them this evening?" he asked. "I've booked for us to go out somewhere special."

"Of course," I replied. "Where are we going?"

"It's a surprise. I want the whole evening to be a real eye-opener for you."

I was intrigued. I pestered him over the breakfast table but he refused to say any more. My excitement increased throughout the day as I wondered what he had planned. My shift at the hospital ended late and Andy was already home and showered by the time I got back. The house was pervaded by a sweet perfume from a bunch of white roses he had arranged in a vase. I flung my arms around him and gave him a long loving kiss.

"We don't need to leave until eight," he said, "so you've still got time to get yourself ready."

Obediently, I trotted off for a bath. I had a deep relaxing soak, enjoying the anticipation and wondering what to wear. It was difficult to decide when I didn't know where we were going. I eventually emerged, wrapped myself in a towel and padded through to the bedroom.

Andy had dressed in a crimson shirt with black embroidery and a lace-up V-neckline. He was also wearing his black velvet regency trousers with riding boots. "I thought it would be nice if you could wear this tonight." He had laid out my black satin evening dress with sheer lace sleeves on the bed. He'd also picked out my gothic lace chocker that had been a long-time favourite.

This was going to be fun. We hadn't worn our 'goth' gear for ages. I slipped back into the bathroom to apply my black lipstick and eyeshadow.

It was a warm summer evening and he said that we could walk. It turned out that he had reserved a table for two at 'The Old Station House' just beyond the village. As its name implied, it had once been the railway station, but when the line closed, it was converted to a hostelry. You could still make out the line of the track snaking around the contours of the valley. It had recently been taken over by new owners who had it completely refurbished and converted to fine dining with prices to match. I wondered what they would make of our attire. It was a little like stepping back into our old days of trying to shock.

The restaurant was already pretty full when we got there and we certainly turned a few heads when we entered. However, the head waiter, in his dinner jacket and starched shirt, didn't bat an eyelid. He smiled and led us to our table which was set in a sunny bay window, a little apart from the rest. We skipped starters and ordered a bottle of champagne. Andy opted for the salmon while I had the vegetarian risotto.

"I want to step things up a level." he said as we were waiting for the sweet course. "In bed." I was a bit taken aback and asked what he meant. He wouldn't say, wanting to keep it a surprise, but he asked if I trusted him.

"Of course," I assured him. I was going to interrogate him some more but just at that moment the waiter arrived with the desserts.

I must admit, it made me a little apprehensive and I wondered what he was thinking of; clamps, spiked wheels or a gag? He knew I didn't enjoy any physical pain like spanking. He wouldn't go as far as that. Or would he?

We walked home around dusk and I went upstairs to get undressed. I picked out my black negligee and slipped into to the bathroom. I followed my usual bedtime routine, but tonight I decided to spoil myself with body lotion. I was pleased with the fragrance and the glow it gave my skin. Still wearing the choker and my new earrings, I slipped my gown on and went back into the bedroom.

Andy had lit the candles and their flickering light gave the room a warm romantic look. He had also brought the roses up and some soft classical music was playing on the CD player. He had removed the duvet and most of the pillows and set up the bondage restraints. There was a black blindfold lying on the single white pillow at the head of the bed, but nothing else.

"Is this it? I asked.

He nodded before fitting the blindfold over my eyes, checking that there was no chink of light entering. I was more relaxed and happier to surrender control to him. I groped for the edge of the bed. The sheet felt crisp and freshly laundered. I crawled to the centre, turned over and lay on my back with my head on the pillow. He gently pulled my hands to the corners of the bed and secured my wrists in the cuffs, but tonight, he left my ankles free. The mattress sagged slightly as he stretched out beside me. He kissed me softly on the lips and I arched upwards to press my mouth to his. I could still taste a tang of lemon lingering from the tart he had eaten. I felt his hands caressing me through the soft sheer fabric. I flexed my fingers, longing to touch his body.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered. "I love you so much. Do you remember the safe word?"

I nodded, my anxiety returning.

He rolled off the bed and I heard a shuffle of feet on the carpet as he undressed. He must have picked out one of the roses because when he returned, he started to draw its stem across the swelling of my breasts. Its small sharp thorns snagged and scratched at my skin. He finally rolled it under my nose where I could inhale its intoxicating fragrance.

He cupped my face to kiss me again. But his lips tasted of mint, not lemon. His deodorant smelt musky and more pungent and his hands felt coarser and heavier. I suddenly realised this wasn't Andy. I jerked my head away, struggling against the restraints. I started to scream but I heard Andy's voice from the other side of the bed.

"Don't worry, Lauren, I'm still here," he tried to calm me. "Just relax and enjoy." He held my hand and started stroking the inside of my arm.

"Who is it?" I cried.

"A friend," he replied simply.

"Oh God, Andy."

"You know the word if you wish me to stop at any time," the friend breathed in my ear. He started to nibble at the lobe, making the teardrop earrings tinkle.

I was in turmoil. On the one hand I hadn't expected or wanted this, but on the other I was already aroused and a little part of me was curious. I couldn't imagine why Andy had arranged it. And he was watching us. I started to tremble in anticipation.

"Nervous?" the friend whispered. He had a deep sonorous voice and I pictured a large muscular man. "Don't be. Remember, you're in control." It didn't feel like it, blindfolded and tied down to the bed.

He kissed my lips and swept his hand lightly over the thin chiffon negligee. I felt his finger tips circling my pierced nipples and gently squeezing my breasts. Taking his time, he explored every vulnerable inch of me. The heat of my arousal was building like a slow flame.

I could hear a faint purring and realised it was the sound of my vibrator. He began to play it over my most sensitive areas. He started at my choker and gradually moved it down the inside of my arms and onto my breasts. I gripped the strap restraints as tightly as I could and moaned as my orgasm grew.

Suddenly he removed the vibrator. I shuddered, my breathing slowly settling back down. He floated his hands over my body again. He came to the lacy hem of my negligee and his fingers, as light as feathers, slipped onto my bare thighs. They slowly slid down my legs to my feet giving them a gentle massage. He began to work back up, easing my legs apart. The soft humming of my vibrator changed to an angry buzzing as he increased the speed. He pushed it up between my open thighs. He kept adjusting the pressure and angle against my fanny to control my arousal. My shoulders were rising and falling and my head was thrashing from one side to the other. "I'm coming. I'm coming," I gasped, but just as I was about to climax, he withdrew it.

He lifted my hips to pull the negligee right up and over my head. I was completely exposed. I could sense him shuffling down the bed. I suddenly felt his wet tongue gliding up the inside of my thighs leaving a trail of goosepimples across the soft skin. He pushed his face into my groin. His tongue flicked at my hard clit like a snake. His hands groped over my ribs, squeezing my breasts and twisting the barbells in my nipples. I was in a frenzy, throbbing with desire. I started to groan and writhe, ruckling the bedsheet. Then, as I was about to come, he stopped yet again.

He lifted my legs and stuffed a couple of pillows beneath my hips. Kneeling between my thighs he leant over me. I could smell him. Not just his spicy deodorant any more, but his sweat and my own, all inextricably mixed.

He leaned in closer and gripped my wrists with his hands. His breath was hot on my face. "Tell me you want this," he whispered.

I was on fire, quivering with anticipation and an all-consuming arousal. "Yes," I cried breathlessly. I could feel the heat of his cock rubbing up and down my slit. "Yes, I want it. Finish me, please."

My body tensed. I felt his erection as a separate being, wholly disconnected from him. It slowly edged my pussy open and slid smoothly inside. He slipped one of his hands onto my mound and started pressing my clit with his thumb. I was getting close to a climax again. His cock became more urgent, rapidly jerking in and out. I arched my back and strained at my bonds. I gripped his waist between my thighs and locked my ankles over his butt to drag him in deeper.

"Yes. Right there, you bastard," I swore. "Harder. I want it harder."

His cock pounded into my yielding pussy, finding my G spot. I was screaming and bucking all over the bed. I suddenly convulsed and came with a deep powerful climax, making my toes curl. I had never felt anything like it before. Moments later he exploded inside me.

He rolled to one side, totally spent. We lay there, cheek to cheek, breathing heavily. Eventually he rose and I could hear him moving around the bedroom. I was expecting Andy to undo the restraints and remove the blindfold, but he just kept hold of my hand.

"Aren't you going to release me?" I asked.

"In a moment. Just wait for our friend to leave."

"I've need to see him," I cried.

But it was too late. I heard the bedroom door and then the front door close behind him. Andy pulled the Velcro straps from my cuffs and removed the pillows and blindfold. I sat up blinking in the sudden candlelight and pulled my negligee back down.

"How do you feel?" he smiled.

"I don't know. I'm all mixed up." I was dazed and confused. I had just experienced the most intense orgasm of my life, with a stranger. Someone I had never even seen. I was finding it difficult to come to terms with my feelings. "I'm tired," I said. "I just need to curl up and to go to sleep."

Andy smiled, picked up the duvet and wrapped it over me. He blew out the candles and snuggled in alongside me. And I slept.

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Lauren shuffled in her chair and looked round the table, almost challenging the group. Her fierce dark eyes were met with shocked silence. None of the group had experienced anything like this.

"Did you ever find out who it was?" Jess finally asked.

"No," Lauren replied. "Andy would never say. He assured me it was nobody I knew. For the next few months, I kept listening to his friend's voices to see if I could recognise him. But I didn't and as time went on it became unimportant."

"How do you feel about it now?"

"I'm still confused," Lauren admitted. "Was the intensity of my orgasm due to my helplessness and inability to see him? Or did I climax to a fantasy image I created in my own head? Was it the thrill of somebody new? Or was it simply due to the extended stimulation? I don't know."

"Did you ever reverse the roles?"

Lauren shook her head. "No. We never repeated it. I mean, we did continue with bondage and blindfolding but we never involved anyone else after that night."

"Well," Jess declared, "I think that is the most erotic story I've ever heard." She paused for a moment. "I realise following that is not going to be easy." She looked around the group for volunteers. "But does anyone fancy hosting the next meeting?"

"I don't mind holding it," Olivia offered.