One Night with Beth – Part One [Cheating]

I leaned back in the shadowed booth with my arms draped over the cushions behind me and surveyed the bar. To my left my girlfriend Kim sat in icy silence, deliberately out of reach so I couldn’t touch her. She was more than halfway down a glass of red wine and seemed determined to finish it in short order. It was her second glass since we’d arrived fifteen minutes ago. I didn’t bother trying to engage her in small talk. I knew I would be rebuffed. We’d had another big fight just before heading out, and I was back at my familiar number one spot on her shit list again.

 As my eyes swept through the room I spotted the friends we’d come to meet making their way through the crowd. Alex, a buddy of mine from college, and his girlfriend Beth approached our table. Alex looked businesslike as usual, decked out in a dark suit and tie that stood out in starkly in the casual ambiance of the bar. Not surprisingly, he had his eyes glued to the screen of his phone. My eyes flicked over Alex quickly before settling hungrily on Beth. She wore black-heeled boots, a short black skirt, and a white silk blouse with the buttons straining to stay fastened across her breasts. Her brunette hair was pulled up off her neck in a high ponytail. In short, she looked positively delicious. I wasn’t the only guy in the bar who noticed. Several male heads had turned to watch her progress across the floor.

I’d always had a hot secret crush on Beth, and I’d always hoped she might reciprocate that desire. It was probably wishful thinking on my part, but it was hard to tell. Beth was a shameless flirt.

“Hi Nick. Hello Kim,” Alex greeted us. Beth favored us both with a dazzling smile.

 “Hey guys!” I hopped up from my seat, gave Alex a grin and a familiar punch on the shoulder, then leaned in and gave Beth a quick peck on the cheek. Her perfume was an exotic mix that gave off hints of wicked and demure in equal measure, and I pulled back, a bit dizzy from the scent of her. She gave me a knowing smile then shooed me into the booth, sliding in after me.

 The waitress returned and the four of us ordered drinks, engaging in small talk and catching up on all the inconsequential things that had happened in our lives since we’d last seen each other. Beth and I carried the bulk of the conversation. Kim drained her third glass of wine and ordered a fourth, moving well past buzzed to just plain drunk. Her responses were aloof and monosyllabic. Alex and I discussed golf for a few minutes before his phone lit up again and he was back to texting madly.

I didn’t mind in the least. I was enjoying Beth’s company immensely, and in fifteen minutes she dragged more laughs out of me than Kim had in the past two months. Her nearness, her revealing outfit and her intoxicating scent were having a powerful effect on me, and I felt nearly as drunk as Kim looked, despite the fact I was only on my second beer.

 Alex got to his feet abruptly. “Sorry, issue at the office. I’ve got to go outside and make a call.”

 Kim, meanwhile, lurched to her feet, muttered, “Bathroom,” and staggered off, pushing her way through the crowd to the ladies room and leaving Beth and I suddenly alone.

 Beth leaned over and said, “Alone at last,” in a husky voice. She gave me her best naughty grin.

 “I thought they’d never leave,” I rejoined.

 “I know,” she said, leaning in and putting her hand on my arm. “They’re a couple of regular sticks in the mud. Is it just me, Nick, or is the ice queen even colder than usual?”

 Beth had never approved of Kim. I’d known Beth for nearly seven years, since she’d first met Alex. She’d never been shy in letting me know what she thought of my girlfriends and Kim had rubbed her the wrong way straight off.

 I shrugged, not wanting to dwell on Kim. After a year of dating we’d taken the step of moving in together last year. It had been a major turning point in our relationship and not in a good way.

 “We had a fight just before we came here.”

 She arched an eyebrow. “What did you do? Leave the lid off the peanut butter? Commit some other equally heinous crime?”

 “Forgot to pick up a grapefruit at the grocery store,” I muttered.

 She shook her head in disbelief. “You’re not serious?”

“She’s on some weird diet again. She’s eating nothing but grapefruit, eggs and celery. It’s one of those thirty day diets. She’s about halfway through and she claims the whole thing’s been pointless because she missed having grapefruit with dinner tonight.”

 “I think the whole thing was pointless well before tonight,” Beth laughed. “I guess she’s decided that red wine’s an acceptable substitute.”

 “Better drunk and silent than sober and screaming,” I said. “She spent about fifteen minutes tearing up one side of me and down the other before finally settling into the silent treatment.”

 “Wow, if she was that upset I’m surprised she was still willing to come out tonight,” Beth marveled.

 “She knows I’d have a better time if she wasn’t here. It’s just her petty little way of getting back at me.”

 “Sounds like you two have some serious issues.”

“Yeah, I think the relationship may have run its course. All we do is fight and she isn’t interested in the notion of counseling. If we didn’t live together it probably would have been over a long time ago.” I sighed. “What about you? How are things with Alex?”

She snorted. “No big blowouts like the two of you. Things have just been slowly slipping away. There used to be fire there; now it’s just cold ashes.”

 I gave her a look of genuine surprise. “I thought you and Alex were rock solid. What happened?” I asked.

 “Work happened. Ever since he took that promotion he’s been married to his job. He works fourteen hour days, and the rare time he’s not in the office he’s out entertaining clients at restaurants or at the golf course. Every minute he spends with me he’s got his nose buried in that damn phone. Imagine me playing second fiddle to a Blackberry!”

 I shook my head. “Alex is a moron. If I had you I’d never…” Beth leaned forward, eyes staring into mine, her lips slightly parted. I trailed off as Kim stumbled back to the booth. Beth quickly took her hand off my arm and shuffled a few inches away.

 “What a stupid place. They only have two toilets and one of them was out of order,” Kim grumbled. “I had to wait ten minutes for a stall.”

 I looked around. It was after ten o’clock and the bar was starting to fill up. That line-up would get out of control in the not-too-distant future.

 Beth apparently followed my line of thought. She slid out of the other side of the booth. “I better get a turn at the bathroom before that lineup stretches out the door,” she declared. I watched her walk away, mesmerized by the sway of her hips in her short black skirt. She flashed a look over her shoulder and I swiftly moved my eyes up to meet hers. Not swiftly enough apparently as she gave me another knowing smile.

It was fifteen minutes before Beth finally got back to the table and by that time Kim had downed another glass of wine and had headed back to the bathroom again. Alex still had not returned from his phone call.

 Beth slid into the booth, shuffling right up next to me. She picked up her empty glass and pouted at it. “Dry.”

 My own beer was empty as well. I turned in my seat to see if I could hail our waitress when I suddenly felt her hands snake up underneath my arms, slide up my belly and come to rest on my chest. She gave my pecs a playful squeeze.

 “My, someone’s been hitting the gym hard,” she observed.

 I nodded dumbly, my breath temporarily stolen by the feel of her hands on my body. “Got to get my ass in shape so I look my best when I join the single crowd again.”

 “I don’t think you need to worry about being single for long, Nick,” she said, massaging my chest again, her breath hot in my ear.

 I turned and looked at her, a little surprised. Yes, she’d always been flirty with me, but she’d certainly never taken it to this level before. Well, two could play that game. I made a show of trying to maintain eye contact before lecherously looking down at her breasts. She’d undone the top two buttons of her shirt so the view was quite spectacular. “You know, you keep fondling my chest like that and I might be forced to return the favor.”

 Her eyes widened and she gave me a throaty chuckle. She thrust her chest out, nearly popping the third button with the motion. “Go ahead then. Turnaround is fair play after all.”

 I cannot describe how difficult it was to stop myself from grabbing two overflowing handfuls right then. With a herculean effort of will I managed to restrain myself, playing it cool. “You think I’m just going to grope you like some fumbling high school boy? No way. I’ll make you ache it.”

 She arched an eyebrow, giving me a dangerous look. “And how would you do that, exactly?”

 The combination of her scent, the beers I had consumed, and the hypnotic music pounding around us emboldened me. I’ve always had a fertile imagination, and more than a few women have told me I have a honeyed tongue. I described, in intricate detail, just how I would go about summoning her desire. When I was finished her cheeks were flushed, and she seemed a little out of breath. She reached out and squeezed my thigh, her nails digging into my flesh through the fabric of my jeans.

 “And once your fingers have had a taste of my breasts? What then? Will they wander the rest of me, discovering all the secrets my sweet body has to offer?” she asked. “Would you be able to control yourself, or would you carry me to bed and make tender love to me?” she asked, twirling a finger in her hair and batting her big brown eyes at me.

 “*Tender* love?” I laughed. “Well it might start out tender, but I’m no gentle lamb. I’m afraid I’d bruise that soft peach of yours before I was done,” I all but growled this last part, startling myself with my own fervor.

 Beth was startled too, and I saw her flush from her exposed cleavage all the way to the roots of her hair. She actually fanned herself briskly with her hand. “God,” she murmured distractedly. She leaned in and whispered in my ear. “I have to admit, you’re making me a little moist.”

It was my turn to flush. “Oh yeah?” I asked.

 In response she took my fingers in her free hand and put them high on her thigh, my little finger brushing under the hem of her skirt. From there I could feel a wave of damp heat. I was also very distracted by the firmness of the muscles in her thigh.

 “Someone else has been hitting the gym,” I murmured.

  “Guess I’m not as soft as you think,” she said, her eyes twinkling.

 The feel of her firm thigh beneath my hand summoned a fleeting image of those legs wrapped around me, bodies writhing, sweat dripping, mouths moaning. The vision lasted a bare second, but was enough to stiffen my cock almost painfully.

 “Still softer than I am at the moment,” I groaned.

 She looked down at the bulge in my jeans and her grin grew positively lascivious. “Glad to see I’m not the only one losing control of myself.” She kept her eyes on my crotch and licked her lips unconsciously.

 My heart was thundering in my chest, and rational thought was hard to come by. I opened my mouth to say something clever, but at that moment her hand slid further up my thigh, the back of her fingers resting ever so lightly against my balls. Whatever I had been about to say fled, replaced by a low animal groan. I was on the verge of sliding my hand the rest of the way up under her skirt when the waitress popped her head around the corner.

 “More drinks?”

 We literally jumped apart, both flushed with equal parts guilt and desire. If the waitress noticed she paid no mind. I nodded dumbly and croaked, “I’ll take another beer.” Beth ordered another vodka cranberry, and the busy waitress sped away to place our order.

 The interruption hadn’t done much to cool my ardor, but before I could sidle closer to Beth again Kim returned from the bathroom. She plopped down in the booth beside me. I turned quickly, hoping she hadn’t seen the telltale protrusion in my pants. I needn’t have bothered. As soon as she was in her seat she leaned forward, crossed her arms on the table and rested her head on them like a pillow. Her eyes fluttered closed and, though the music was too loud to hear if her breathing pattern changed, I was positive she’d fallen fast asleep.

 Beth smiled. “I guess five glasses of wine is her limit.”

 “Lightweight,” I snorted derisively.

 Just then Alex appeared, sliding into the booth. He frowned and nodded at Kim. “Did you two drug her or something?”

 I held up my hands in mock protest. “Her condition is completely self-inflicted. She fought the grape and the grape won,” I drawled in my best Bobby Fuller impression.

 Alex laughed, and for a second I caught a glimpse of the fun-loving buddy I’d known in college. The moment was short-lived. His laughter died, morphing into an irritated scowl as his phone lit up again.

 I looked from my unconscious girlfriend to Alex’s expression, and with more reluctance than I’ve ever felt in my life I started to suggest that maybe we should call it a night. I’d only gotten two words out of my mouth before Beth cut in, interrupting me.

 “Alex, let’s dance!”

 He looked up from his phone, startled. “What?”

  “This is one of my favorite songs!” she exclaimed, waving vaguely to indicate the track the DJ was spinning.

 He gave her a long suffering look. “Beth, I can’t right now. They are still having problems at the office. I have to stay in communication in case they need me.”

 She stuck her lip out in an adorable pout. Oh, how I wanted to suck on that luscious lip. “Come on! We never dance anymore. You know how much I love it.”

 His expression darkened. “I said I can’t right now. Why don’t you ask Nick? He likes to dance.”

 She turned toward me and, with her face hidden from Alex, gave me a sultry wink. I stared at her as I realized this had been her plan all along. “How about it, cowboy? Care to dance?”

 I nearly sprang out of my seat. Belatedly I asked Alex, “You sure you don’t mind?”

 He stood up and waved us by in mute blessing, frowning at his phone as we slid past him. My pulse started to hammer again as Beth grabbed both of my hands and skipped backwards toward the dance floor, favoring me with an incredibly sexy come-hither look.

 The floor was crowded, but Beth pushed her way through the press of people, into the darkest corner of the floor and well out of view of Alex, and of Kim, should she miraculously wake.

 Though it was out of the view of our significant others the dance floor was far from private, but Beth clearly didn’t care. She’d only had a couple of drinks, and unlike Kim, she had no problem holding her alcohol, so I knew it wasn’t the booze talking as she completely abandoned her inhibitions. Though the song was high tempo, Beth moved languorously, her body undulating at quarter speed. She danced as though there was no one else in the room, gyrating her hips, and massaging her breasts in a scandalous display of exhibitionism. I caught myself standing stock still, completely mesmerized by the vision in front of me. Feeling a bit silly I let my body start to move in time with hers.

 She twined her fingers in mine then spun in my arms, pushing both her hands and mine through her raven hair. Ever so slowly she slid down the front of my body. Then up again. And back down. The stiffness in my cock returned immediately and with even more urgency than before. I disengaged one of my hands from hers, and discreetly – I hoped – managed to un-tuck my shirt and tuck my engorged member into the waistband of my jeans.

 When I had myself in order again I gave Beth my full concentration. I put my hands on her hips and she responded by thrusting her ass into my crotch. She pressed herself firmly backwards and began to rotate her hips in a circular motion, rotating first clockwise then counterclockwise. As she moved her skirt rode up, and I swore I could hear the thunder of my heart over the pumping of the music as I was given a tantalizing view of the skimpy white cotton panties she wore underneath.

 Mad with desire, I put my hands in between us, squeezing her buttocks as I grinded against her. Despite the press of the crowd and the darkness of the dance floor I knew there had to be people watching us, but I didn’t give a shit. All the blood had left my brain and headed south, and my whole world was her pussy, my cock and the tiny bit of fabric in between the two.

 She must have sensed the intensity of my desire. Hell, she probably felt it. My cock was iron hard, and pressed up against the cheeks of her ass it would have been impossible to ignore. She spun in my arms, her breasts pressed against me. It was her turn to reach between us. Her hand dropped between my legs and gave my cock a playful squeeze. She continued to cup me as she nuzzled up against my ear.

 “Seems like you have a bit of a problem,” she purred.

 I gyrated in her hand, moving unconsciously, and then gritted my teeth as the reality of the situation dawned on me.

 “One that isn’t going to go away by itself, unfortunately,” I murmured in reply.

 I didn’t think it was possible, but she nuzzled closer to me. Her scent nearly drove me insane. On top of the other intoxicating layers were the smells of her sweat and the unmistakable musk of her desire. In short, she smelled like pure sex. She continued to massage my cock, stroking it faster and harder. She nipped my ear, so hard it made me wince. “You have no idea how badly I want to help alleviate your distress,” she said.

 I groaned again. “The feeling is very, *very* mutual.”

 God, I wanted her! For one mad moment I seriously considered picking her up, slinging her over my shoulder, carrying her out of the bar and taking her to the nearest hotel where I could spend the night ravishing her. Somehow, despite the fact that her hand was still vigorously massaging my shaft, reason prevailed. As distracted as Alex was, even he’d notice if we disappeared together. Sighing with deep regret I disengaged her hand and stepped away from her.

 “Guess we should get back to President Serious and his drunken sidekick,” I said, giving her a lame smile, and gesturing vaguely in the direction of our table.

 Beth gave me another of her pretty pouts, but her eyes were filled with empathy and I knew she was just as sexually frustrated as I was by the situation. A suddenly sorry pair we trudged off the dance floor, heading back to our table.

 We were surprised to find the table empty. We looked around in confusion then spotted Alex coming in from outside. His face was grim.

 “What’s going on? Where’s Kim?” I asked.

 “About thirty seconds after you guys hit the dance floor she started throwing up,” Alex explained, lips twisted with distaste. “About the same time she started hurling up every meal she’s ever eaten, I got a call from the office. The director’s away in Japan, but apparently he heard about our little crisis. He’s called an emergency conference call in an hour. I’ve got to get down there ASAP and get into damage control mode.

 I figured you guys were having fun, and there was no reason everyone’s night need be ruined. I put Kim in my car. Your apartment is right on the way. I’ll drop her off, then head to the office.” He gave Beth a quick, apologetic glance. “Sorry babe. Looks like I’ll be gone until at least noon tomorrow.”

 Though I was doing cartwheels in my mind I felt a twinge of guilt at the thought of Alex having to deal with my drunken girlfriend. The guilt was short-lived as Beth stepped forward and gave Alex a kiss goodnight. I ached to taste those succulent lips of hers, and a sudden stab of jealousy put all thoughts of Kim completely out of my mind.

 They broke apart, and Alex stepped forward and clapped me on the shoulder. “Take care of her for me buddy! Don’t let any of these creeps get any ideas in their heads.”

 And… the guilt was back.

 I gave him a sickly grin. “No problem,” I mumbled feebly, not willing to say more lest I incriminate myself.

 At that moment his phone lit up again, drawing his gaze away, and I nearly gasped in relief. A second later he was giving both of us a distracted wave, phone pressed to his ear as he swept out the front door of the bar.

 “Well, that was awkward,” I muttered. “I feel like a complete asshole now.” I looked at Beth. She was watching me closely, her expression unreadable. Christ, she was so smoking hot. As badly as I wanted her, Alex was still my buddy. I swallowed hard, mentally kicking myself as I said, “I guess I should get going home, check to see how Kim is doing.”

 Beth’s eyes narrowed dangerously, and they started to smolder. She stepped in close to me so her breasts were pressed against my chest. She leaned in, her breath hot in my ear as she growled, “So, you’re saying you’d rather go home to your passed out ice queen of a girlfriend than take me to a hotel, tie me to the bed and spend the next ten hours with my body as your personal plaything? That’s what you’re telling me?”

 And… the guilt was gone again.

 The next thing I knew I’d thrown a hundred dollar bill on the table to pay for our drinks, had Beth over my shoulder, one hand up her skirt, cupping her spectacular ass, and was pushing through the door, two fingers in my mouth as I whistled shrilly for a cab.

 As fortune would have it, an empty taxi was passing by right at that moment. The driver hit the brakes and veered sharply to the curb. I opened the back door, unceremoniously dumped Beth into the back seat, and growled “Grand Empress Hotel,” at the driver as I ducked in after her. He responded with a knowing wink and squealed the tires as he pulled away from the curb.

 As some semblance of reason returned I risked a glance at Beth. She was disheveled and looked more than a little startled. I gave her a bashful grin. “Sorry, my inner caveman got the best of me for a minute there.”

 Her startled look faded, and the smoldering one returned. Only this time, the smolder wasn’t the heat of anger. It was the heat of unbridled, wanton desire. My heart skipped several beats, then staggered erratically back into motion as I gazed back at her. Before I could say anything more she had slung a leg over and was straddling me, pushing her ass hard down on to my crotch. She caught my face between her hands and pushed her mouth hungrily against mine, moaning loudly as her tongue forced itself through my lips and into my mouth.

 I twined one hand through her hair and around the back of her head, and wrapped the other around her waist, raising my hips and grinding into her. She moaned again, louder this time, and began to swirl her hips on my lap. My erection returned in the blink of an eye, straining against my jeans, and I groaned at the sweet pain of it.

 There was a sudden pop, and the third button of her blouse finally gave way, spilling her breasts, magnificent in a black push-up bra, out of their prison. I released my hold on her head and grabbed a breast. Pulling my lips from hers I bent and lowered my mouth to it, licking, nibbling and sucking. I pulled down the fabric of her bra, exposing her nipple. She cried out as I took her nipple in my teeth, gently pulling it towards me. Her hips bucked, slamming into me as her nipple hardened in my mouth. She put a hand in her hair and another on her other breast, leaning back and writhing atop of me, groaning in ecstasy as I continued to suck at her. I gazed up in rapt wonder at the beautiful creature on top of me, a Goddess helpless in the throes of carnal lust for a mere mortal man.

 “Grand Empress,” the cab driver announced loudly. The spell shattered and Beth and I disentangled our bodies, faces flushed more from passion than embarrassment. The driver kept his gaze pointed forward, waiting patiently for us to regain some measure of composure. While Beth tucked her breasts back into her shirt, I fumbled my wallet out and pulled out a pair of twenties. The driver accepted them with one hand back over his shoulder. He continued to keep his gaze riveted forward, and though I had no way of seeing his face, I was positive that he was sporting a huge grin. “Keep the change,” I mumbled.

 Moving awkwardly, my raging erection still pushing against the fly of my jeans, I exited the cab. I extended a hand to Beth, helping her out. Feeling more than a little conspicuous we pushed our way through the enormous front doors and into the lobby of the Grand Empress Hotel.

 A Bellman was standing at a podium just inside the entrance. Was he smirking at us?

 “Any luggage sir?” he asked innocently.

 I flushed. The cab driver had already pulled away. It was clear we had no bags with us. “Obviously not,” I grunted sourly. Beth giggled beside me.

 “Very good sir,” he replied, his face a study in nonchalance. However, when I looked back over my shoulder he was grinning and giving me thumbs up. I couldn’t help but grin back. It was hard not to, knowing what awaited me in just a few minutes time.

 Check-in seemed to take forever. I paid cash for the room, but Beth left her credit card imprint for any incidental charges. Kim was constantly online, checking my credit card account, looking for any excuse she could find to nag. A midnight mini-bar charge at the Grand Empress would certainly qualify.

 We got our room keys and I all but sprinted to the elevator, Beth giggling behind me as she shrugged out of her heeled boots and ran after me, bare feet slapping the marble floor of the lobby. The make-out session in the cab had heightened my ardor to a raging inferno, and I wanted her so badly it hurt to breathe.

 Our mad dash elicited strange looks from the bemused desk clerks and from a few fellow patrons, but we were beyond caring. After our exhibition in both the bar and the back of the cab, a sprint through the lobby certainly wasn’t going to embarrass us. I slid to a stop before the elevator doors and hit the up button repeatedly. I looked up and saw that it was way up on the 27th floor.

 “Shit!” I growled, just as Beth arrived. I cast about and spotted the door to the stairs.

 Beth’s gaze followed my own and she gave a mock groan. “Seriously?”

 “It’s only three floors,” I replied, flinging the door open. I grabbed her hand and tugged her through. “And I’m not waiting one more second than absolutely necessary to get you naked, in a bed, with those long legs wrapped around me.”

“Mmmm. And here I was thinking maybe you’d like a blowjob first. You wouldn’t believe the things I can do with these lips of mine,” Beth purred in my ear. She nipped my earlobe hard, and, with that, she was off, running up the stairs, leaving me gaping open-mouthed after her. I still hadn’t moved when she stopped at the first floor landing, and leaned over the railing. “Are you coming, or have you changed your mind?”

 Forty-five seconds later we were crashing through the door to our room. I just managed to get the door closed and then she was pushing me up against the wall, her mouth on mine, picking up where we’d left off in the cab as though no time had passed in between.

 The deep kiss lasted nearly a minute before we finally broke for air. I gazed at her hungrily, my chest heaving. Her raven locks, so artfully arranged earlier, were now completely disheveled. Her breasts had again escaped the confines of her blouse. In fact all the buttons were missing now. Had I done that? Her glistening ripe red lips were parted suggestively, revealing a tempting glimpse of her waiting tongue. Her promise of a blowjob came unbidden to my mind.

 She must have read something in my expression, as her grin grew positively carnal. “A penny for your thoughts, Nick,” she teased. As she said it, she slid suggestively down the front of my body, her gaze locked on mine the whole time. She paused with her breasts pressed against my groin, one to each side of my erection. She slid them up the length of my cock and back down, then again.

 I closed my eyes.” Jesus,” I groaned.

 She batted her eyes at me, feigning confusion. She slid up and down again. “You were thinking about Jesus?”

 “No,” I whispered. Another slide up and down.”My god,” I breathed. I cleared my throat. “You mentioned a, um, a blowjob.”

Stay tuned for part two!

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