Trouble Ch. 01: A Lesson in Trouble

The party really took off when people slipped into their swimming trunks and settled in around the pool. Emily and Dean, the hosts had put on a good spread. Wine and beer they supplied and topped up by the guests fueled the banter and before too long the pool was full of bodies.

Dean, the lawyer was a few years older than Emily whose trim figure was barely covered by a red and white striped bikini. She reclined in a deck chair to Dean who sprawled back in his own chair, in his board shorts with a beer in his hand. By this stage of the party Dean had consumed a little too much wine and Emily knew she would be keeping things moving as Dean settled into the usual round of drunken chatting, boasting and laughing. Emily didn't mind, Dean usually had enough stamina to keep it up later.

He was chatting with his old friend Jake, his bottle of beer waving around wildly as he bantered and joked. Jake was a bit of a strange one. Dark, quiet and intense, Emily had never seen him with a girlfriend. He wasn't hideous but he gave off a creepy vibe. Dean was joking about Jake's love life.

"When you going to get a girlfriend, Jake?" Dean asked, taking a swig from his beer to punctuate the question.

"Why would I want a girlfriend?"

"To fuck, Jake." Dean reached over and slipped an arm behind Emily's shoulders. "You need a woman to fuck." Dean squeezed Emily's shoulders.

Jake gave Emily an intense stare that penetrated into the core of her being. She grimaced then looked away.

Unaware of the exchange, Dean barrelled on. "What you put your cock into, Jake?"

"I fuck enough women," Jake said, his voice guarded and terse.

"They gotta be ugly if you ain't willing to show them," Dean said.

"Perhaps I think you won't like the women I fuck, Dean." Jake's said, his voice serious and level.

"Fuck Jake, I'd be happy for you to fuck anything, mate. Have a look at Ems. You need a hot babe like her. She's a total babe and an awesome fuck."

Jake's eyes run over Emily's body. She shifted uncomfortably even as heat flushed between her legs.

Dean's monologue rambled on. "You know you want to fuck a chick like this." His voice lowered. "You know you want to fuck a body like this don't you."

Emily threw Dean's arm off her shoulder, stood up and walked back into the house, heat rising in her cheeks as she walked through the party goers. The last thing she heard was Dean's loud claim, "You can you know. You can totally fuck a body like that..."

Emily walked into the house slammed the sliding door across behind her, cutting out the noise of the party to a dull hum. She strode into the kitchen and fussed with the plates. With an outhouse out by the pool there was no reason for someone to come into the house so she could be alone to fume in silence.

'How could Dean have said that?,' she thought. 'Treating me like a fucking whore. I bet he still expects sex tonight too.'

Plates clattered as she flicked the scraps off them into the rubbish. Each plate landed with a band and a rattle as she cleaned them.

'That fucker's not getting any tonight,' she thought.

A growing pile of plates built up on the bench.

'Perhaps not for a week.' She smiled to herself with that thought. Then suddenly, she remembered Jake's stare and the heat returned. She shook her head to clear it.

No, not for a week.

With that thought, she reached down and grabbed the handle of the dishwasher and ripped the door open. It flew open with a thump. She grabbed plates of the pile and stacked them roughly in the dishwasher. Once the top shelf was full, she leaned over to start on the bottom shelf.

A warm hand landed on her ass.

She froze. "Cut it out, Dean," she said without standing up.

The hand remained in place.

"Not after what you said out there."

The hand moved, gently stroking and exploring. The tips of the fingers slipped under the fabric of her bikini.

She stood up and whirled around and came face to face with Jake. Her eyes opened wide and her mouth opened in shock, then she composed herself. "What the fuck was that, Jake?" she said, snapping her thighs together to hide the rising dampness.

"Nice ass," he said.

"Cut it out."

"Dean's right. That's totally fuckable."

She swallowed hard. "Did that fucker Dean out you up to this?"

"Nope. He doesn't know."

She paused for a moment, then said, "you're in so much fucking trouble, Jake." She stepped forward but Jake blocked her path.

"Tell me about trouble." He said.

"So fucking much trouble, when Dean finds out."

"If Dean finds out you mean."

"When, you creep? You don't know what trouble looks like."

Jake still blocked her path. "Tell me about trouble. You should be an expert at that."

Emily's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean?"

"Is it worse trouble than speeding for example."

A chill ran through Emily's body.

"Is it worse trouble than running a red light?"

Goosebumps erupted on Emily's skin.

"How much trouble could it be Emily." He cupped her breasts and squeezed. "You tell me how much trouble it is and maybe I'll stop." He pulled her bikini top up exposing her tits. "Well?"

Emily couldn't breathe.

The room was silent. Muffled sounds of the party outside permeated the room.

Jake squeezed Emily's nipples. "These are nice too. Does Jake play with them?"

"Fuck you," she said before she released a small moan.

Jake's eyes narrowed. He tightened his grip and squeezed hard until Emily gasped. "All in good time ... Ems."

Rage surged and her fists clenched. Only Dean called her Ems. "Don't call me that!"

Jake smiled. "You don't like that, Ems? What should I call you?"

"Don't fucking call me Ems," she snarled.

"Your choice, bitch. Nice tits, bitch. Nice ass too," he drawled. "Bitch."

Emily fumed.

"You like that, Ems? Or do you prefer, Bitch?"

"Stop it."

"Or what?"

"There will be trouble."

"I think you need a lesson in trouble, Ems." He leaned in. "Suck my cock."

"I'm not sucking your cock." She stared at him then unconsciously licked her lips. She stopped herself halfway through.

Jake smiled his eyes boring into hers. "Sure you will."

"Fuck you. You expect me to suck your cock in my own house with my husband and his friends outside? That's asking for trouble."

"What's the worst that can happen?"

"My husband can wander in and beat your ass."

"So it's my risk. I'll take it." He smiled. "Suck my cock, bitch."

"No. I don't want my husband to catch me sucking another guys cock."

"Oh. There's trouble for you then?"

"Fuck, yes. Moron."

"More trouble than speeding..." Jake paused. "...or running a red light..." He sneered. "Or..."

The room fell silent again. The muffled boom of the party filtered in from outside.

"What do you know?" Emily whispered.

"Suck my cock and I'll tell you."

"Tell me now."

"Suck my cock and I'll tell you. Don't suck it and I'll tell someone else."

Emily's heart hammered inside her chest. Jake's eyes held no mercy.

Slowly she sank to her knees.

When Emily's knees touched the smooth, cool floor, the bulge in Jake's pale blue board shorts was mere inches from her face. She froze.

"Do it," he said.

Emily looked up, her soft blue eyes looking to his.

Jake's eyes hardened. "I said do it," he snapped.

Emily slowly reached up and carefully hooked her fingers over the waistband of his board shorts and pulled down. Slowly the shorts slid down his hips, slipping over his cock which sprang erect once free of his shorts. She stopped.

"Well?" he said.

She looked up again, palms on his hips.

"Put it in your mouth."

She wrapped one hand around it, the shaft hot against her palm. At her touch, it twitched and further hardened, and a single droplet of precum oozed out from its smooth purple head. Emily shifted position, looked up, then shifted position again as the wetness spread into her bikini bottom. He stared down, his eyes hard and face impassive. She opened her mouth and leaned forward squeezing her eyes shut when her lips wrapped around the head of his cock. She gave a quick shallow suck, little more than a kiss, then rocked back onto her heels. She stared up, and waited for his reaction.

"Fucking suck it," Jake said. "Take it in your mouth, bitch."

Emily's eyes met Jake's. She dropped her hand off his cock. "Why," she said. "Why are you doing this?"

"What do you mean, why?"

"Why do you want to do this?"

"Well. Let me see," Jake said matter of factly. "You're a hot bitch, bikini top pulled over perfect tits, on your knees, taking my cock in your mouth. What guy wouldn't want this."

"But why me?"

"Because I want to teach you a lesson."

Her brow furrowed. She opened her mouth to speak then closed her mouth. Finally she said, "I can't do it," and made to stand.

Jake put his hand on her head pinning her down. "We had a deal, bitch."

"I don't care."

"Really? Seriously? Don't care at all?"

She paused.

"You do fucking care don't you. And Ems, you're are smart to care and if you're a smart bitch you'll wrap those lips around my cock and fucking suck like a whore or there WILL be fucking trouble. "

She hesitated, but just for a moment, then she wrapped the fingers of her right hand around the base of his cock, steadied herself against his thigh with her right hand, then took his length into her mouth. Her head bobbed back and forth as she worked him. Soon soft, slippery slurping and smacking sounds filled the room. Jake's body stiffened and the hand on her head clenched, grabbing a fistful of hair.

"Hey, you may want to keep the noise down," Jake drawled. "If you want to keep this just between us."

Emily slowed and took more care, keeping the cock in her mouth and her lips wrapped around it. Jake's grip loosened ever so slightly. Emily wanted him to cum, for this to all be over in a salty gush but at the same time her pussy tingled at the arousal and danger of sucking another man's cock in her own kitchen with a party just outside.

Jake shifted position so the back of Emily's head was against the counter. She couldn't release his cock without banging her head. So Emily continued sucking.

The sounds of the party increased and became unmuffled. Then the low rush and thump of the sliding door followed and the noise returned to its more muted and muffled state.

A startled Emily drew back slamming her head against the counter hard. Every remaining dish rattled at the impact. Jake's grip tightened and held her in place.

"Hey," Dean's voice boomed. "You seen Ems?"

Emily froze. Her position, her skin, her mind. Even time itself. Everything cold and numb.

"Yeah , just a moment ago. What's up."

"I reckon she may be upset. You know. About what I said."

Emily held her breath. She dared not move.

"She looked pretty unhappy," Jake said.

"Shit. I gotta talk to her. You know, so she doesn't get upset."

"Didn't look like she was in state to talk last I saw." Jake thrust his hips a tiny fraction forward.

Emily held her breath, the cock dangerously close to the entrance of her throat.

"Better get it over with," Dean said. "She's a real mean bitch and knows how to hold a grudge you know. Need to smooth this shit over if I'm going to get any tonight."

Cold fury exploded across her brain. At that moment, she loved having Jake's cock in her throat.

"I'm sure she's got at least one decent blowjob in her," Jake said.

"Yeah. She's a real cocksucker, Jake. But she's a high maintenance cocksucker, that's for sure," Dean said, his voice a little loud from the booze.

"I'll make sure Ems knows you're looking for her."

"Don't call her Ems to her face. She hates that. That's one of our pet names."

Emily's lungs started to ache.

"One of?"

"Yeah. She loves dirty talk. I also call her slut." Dean paused. "She also responds to bitch."

Emily's fists clenched.

"You don't say."

"Yeah. She's one dirty cunt. Mean but dirty. Hey next time you talk to her, can you send her out so I can tell her I'm sorry."

Emily's lungs burned through her cold rage.

The sound of the party rose slightly as the door was opened a crack.

"Hey, Jake," Dean asked. "What you doing in here."

"I got my dick in your wife's mouth."

Emily's stomach plummeted and her head spun.

The sound of the party washed over the room. Everything else was dead still.

Dean laughed, "good one Jake. You and every other red blooded male, mate. You all fucking want her."

Emily's lungs were on fire.

"It's true," Jake said.

"Yeah. I know the feeling. I lusted after that cunt for months before I bedded her."

"I can tell you you're a lucky guy, Dean."

"Fuck yes. But I need to smooth this over to stay lucky. Don't forget to tell her I'm looking for her. I don't want her to think I'm telling everyone she's a whore." Dean paused. "Even though she is." He laughed.

The party surged again and the door slid shut.

Jake let go of Emily's hair and her head jerked back slamming into the counter. The entire counter crashed from the impact and some plates slid into the sink. Emily hacked and coughed, drool and phlegm running down her chin and into the floor. She panted for breath then fell into another round of savage wet coughs. For a full minute she knelt head down, head spinning and, wheezing before Jake's fist grabbed her hair and pushed her head back.

She had only a second to see Jake furiously fisting his cock before jets of hot, sticky cum hit her face. The first jet hit her on the side of the nose, almost in the corner of her eyes, the second jet sprayed onto her hair, and the third onto her lips. Jake then forced his cock inside her mouth and the remaining dribbles of cum landed on her tongue.

Emily blinked madly trying to keep the stuff out of her eyes. When she had cleaned the sticky sperm away from her eyes she looked up straight into Jake's phone.

"Hey, what are you fucking doing?"

"Hey Ems, smile for the camera."

"Fuck you. Give me that." She reached for the camera. "That wasn't part of the deal."

Jake snatched it away. "We didn't discuss that so it's not included in the deal," he smirked, "or excluded."

"Fuck you, Jake. Stop this."

"You wanted to know right? Yes I know about your accident. I know everything."

Emily's stomach churned. "Tell me more. How much do you know."

"I'll tell you want I do know." Jake pulled up his boardshorts. "Your husband doesn't want you to know he's telling his friends what a fucking whore you are." He slipped the phone into his pocket and walked off.

Emily stayed kneeling on the ground staring at the mixture of phlegm, spit and cum under her, her face still hot with Jake's cum oozing down it. She stared blankly and then absentmindedly, grabbed a cloth and started to slowly clear it away.

She didn't hear the door open.

"Hey Ems," Dean said. "Jake said I'd find you in here. I just want to say I'm sorry. I didn't mean what I said out there. I respect you baby."

"I don't want to talk right now," Emily shouted. She turned her cum splattered face turned away, facing it to the floor. The bikini top pulled over her tits now felt like it was make out of iron. "Go away. I'm busy."

"Hey I wanted to put things right." Dean walked around the end of the counter. "Are you OK?"

"I spilt something and I'm cleaning it up."

"You want a hand."

"No."

"Are you angry?"

Emily took a breath. She just wanted him to go away, not to see the mess on her face or her bikini top still pulled up over her tits. "No. I'm not angry," she lied, keeping her face to the floor. "I'm busy. Let's talk later."

"You sound angry. I don't want anything to come between us. OK." He moved in closer.

"Nothing will come between us, just let me get on with it." She scrubbed the floor.

There was a long pause. "You sure, babe."

"I'm sure."

"We're all good for some nooky later tonight then?"

She paused and inside her head screamed, is that all you fucking care about? Taking a deep breath, she replied, "of course, Dean."

"Sure?"

"I'll suck your fucking balls out through your cock when the time comes, just let me finish this, OK."

Satisfied, he replied, "sure babe. Love you." The door swooshed shut and he was gone.

He cleaned up the floor and went into the bedroom to clean up. She looked at herself in the mirror, her hair sticking out from when Jake had grabbed her head. By now the cum was starting to dry and turn clear giving her face a sheen. She took a deep breath and left her bikini top lifted over her tits and plunged her hand into the tiny bikini briefs, her fingers quickly finding her swollen clit. As she rubbed, it was Jake's cock that filed her mind.