Eight years. Marion had to wait eight years before making love to her first boyfriend and first love. He was no longer innocent and had become a master fucker. She left him for another, but in the end it didn't work out either. She returned to this place of all vices, where he showed off all his skills. A bloody incident brings them together again, and this time Marion doesn't let her chance go by, and together they experience a few minutes of pure ecstasy. Alas, everything beyond sexual pleasure was complicated and indelible.
Chapter 1 1
He knows how to fuck.
That was the first thing Marion noticed when she saw him again, in this house of all vices, where freedom had taken on its full meaning.
Trevor. He'd grown taller, more mature, more handsome and totally debauched.
And although everyone present was wearing a mask that perfectly concealed half their face, obviously to preserve the identity of those present and avoid any possible problems, Marion recognized him immediately.
How could she have done this when normally it would have been impossible?
She consoled herself by telling herself that he was her first love. The love that everyone knew would be unforgettable until death. He was therefore special, so she had every right to recognize him immediately.
But whatever the reason, she recognized him, that's what mattered, and from that moment on, he was the only one she saw, while he was totally oblivious to her presence and had to feel only the gaze of the guests preciously chosen for this lewd evening and the body of this unknown woman he was banging with a skill and mastery that made her mouth water and aroused in her a strange jealousy.
Which was totally incongruous and unfair, given that they hadn't seen each other for at least eight years.
Not to mention that, in the end, it was she who had dumped him.
For someone she loved more? She really believed it, at least at that time.
But in the end, she had to admit that the real reason was no longer so clear, and then, when her mind had cleared, the real reason was actually quite different and less glorious.
They only dated for six months. She was nineteen and still a virgin. He was six years older than her and had long since stopped being a virgin, but somehow he still seemed more innocent than she was.
Another funny fact to add. They never did it during their time together. Six long months, and they exchanged nothing but glances, kisses and caresses. Marion had to make with that, and it wasn't her fault. He was the one who refused to do it, simply because he had qualms about being her first and thought he had to prepare for the act at length.
What a load of crap.
In the end, they parted and it was the one she'd left him for who first took possession of her body, possessing no such stupid scruples, and muffling her cries with his mouth as he brought her to the peak of ecstasy, but only on their second time.
The first didn't go as well as she'd hoped, but love helped, and the second time and all the times that followed, untold, were incredible.
James was an extraordinary lover, a young girl on the cusp of life couldn't have dreamed of anything better, especially a young girl in love as she was.
She didn't know if Trevor could have matched his skill, or even surpassed it. She'd never know, although she had to admit she doubted it very much.
A man who hesitated to make love to his sweet heart for such stupidity must have been an amateur.
She even suspected that he was incapable of doing it.
Anyway, she left him for James, who brought her everything.
But after five years of unclouded happiness, she and her second love broke up, even now the young woman found it hard to understand, but it happened.
It must have been almost a year ago.
Her best friend and colleague, Grace, two years her senior, had been very worried about her and had found it very hard to pull her out of her depression.
Marion felt guilty later for everything she had put her friends and family through in the months following their separation.
After all, it was love. And love was never easy.
But all that was now behind her.
So, having just about regained her joy of life, Grace offered her an invitation as a gift.
Not just any invitation. It was a special invitation to a special show.
When the young woman revealed what was so special about this event, Marion hesitated, although she was not at all surprised.
After all, wasn't her friend the mistress of a wealthy man who filled all the gaps left by his wife?
Grace was a fiery redhead who was made for this kind of life.
Although Marion justly found it hard to approve of this kind of life, she would be the last to blame, let alone judge, her friend who was such a necessary part of her life, not forgetting that even she could see how happy her friend made her lover and protector.
Everyone found happiness in their own way.
She remembered their discussion this morning when her friend presented her with the invitations, and explained what it was all about.
"Grace, I don't know..." began Marion, but her friend didn't let her finish.
"Today is Friday. You're not going home! At your age!"
Marion sighed.
"Grace, stop it, you know very well that's not the point at all!"
"Ah, I see. You're still in love with James!"
"Grace! I'm not much for this sort of thing..."
"Have you ever done any?"
"Of course not!" the young woman protested exasperatedly.
"Then how do you know whether you like it or not?"
"I don't indeed, but..."
"Then let's get on with it. You can judge later. And if you no longer wish to attend such an event, it will be with full knowledge of the facts."
Marion sighed again and regarded her best friend with irony.
"I can easily see why your dear Charles can't do without you. You must lead him by the nose."
Grace shrugged, pausing arrogantly.
"He knows what's good for him, and especially what's good for me."
"You don't need to point that out."
"I'm aware that without my beauty, my sexy body and my skill in bed, I wouldn't have stood a chance, so I enjoy it all the more, thanking nature endlessly for blessing me so much."
"Likewise for James, although he's no longer part of the picture."
"And those who say outward beauty doesn't count..."
"I know, I know!"
Grace contemplated her friend for a moment.
"You're a beauty yourself!"
Indeed, Marion was as blonde as Grace was redheaded, with a body of perfect slenderness, spring-green eyes and a fleshy mouth that James loved to kiss among other things...
"So, your decision, darling."
Marion hesitated a little, then nodded.
"All right, I'm coming. How could I say no to this new experience."
Grace squealed with delight.
"Ah, I've got you back, my beauty! This is how Charles and I spice up our sex life, which is why we never get bored. The others should do it more often."
"Tell me about it."
"Well, it starts at eight o'clock. Me, I'm changing here, but you, I'm guessing you're going home to change first."
"Yes."
"Then I'll meet you out front next to the theater."
"It's a deal. It's all ready to go."
"We buy our masks during the lunch break. I already know what I'm looking for," she added excitedly.
"I'd be surprised if you didn't."