This might be put into a number of different genres. It involves some areas of bdsm, and also consent/non-consent. But this is Lit Fantasy land so you’ve been warned. I’m prepared for low marking purely because the content is not for my readers usual taste, but if you don’t try something different I guess you stagnate. I’m guessing if you’re female it a ‘Marmite’ story. UK readers will figure out that reference.

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Jenny’s new guy seemed quite something in bed.

In a tiny studio flat, in my bedroom, you couldn’t help but listen in to sex taking place in the very small living room next door.

I had the only bedroom and the walls were very thin.

Jenny and I had both come to London, we wondered to further our careers. Opportunities in media were not realistic in our own rural town in the north. By coincidence we’d followed the same career path albeit at different universities, so when we got chatting at a social ‘do’ which both our parents attended, our friendship was formed.

Over a few weeks we both applied for jobs in London and by luck we both got them, so it was a natural thing to distribute accommodation. However rents in the capital didn’t match our starting wages, so we had to distribute this cramped place in the East End.

Joe was someone she’d met in a pub one lunchtime, and although he seemed nice on the surface there was something about him I found unnerving. He’d only stopped over a few times when he began making suggestive comments to me when Jenny had either gone to the shop, or was in the bathroom.

Comments about how my boyfriend must ‘satisfy’ me, or ‘bet he loves your ass.’ Stupid sexist comments which I ignored, especially as I didn’t have a boyfriend.

On their first date Jenny asked if he could stopover. She had a fold down bed in the living area, I decided she’d have to make do with that, I wasn’t gonna offer her and a complete stranger my bedroom.

I didn’t get much sleep that night, and neither did Jenny. God knows how many times she had an orgasm. The action seemed to go on for most of the night. As soon as it went quiet it wasn’t long before Jenny was crying out again.

The next day I had all the explicit details of how good he was. I told her that if he stopped over again she’d have to buy me ear defenders.

And, of course, he did stop over again.

However, it must have been from his third stopover the sounds changed somewhat. Jenny’s cries of pleasure were exactly the same, but occasionally there were, what I wondered, cries of pain. Only briefly, and then they soon became pleasure sounds again.

Joe’s innuendos and sexist comments towards me continued. There was one occasion when he came up behind me at the kitchen sink and whispered in my ear something about my ass. I pushed him away, but not before his hand had brushed across my jeans.

I’m not sure why I never told Jenny, there was something earthy and slightly intimidating about him. However the suspicious occasional cries of pain continued, and when one day I saw bruises on Jenny’s arms I said something.

“Oh, it’s only fun, we get carried away sometimes.”

She seemed to brush it off, but I knew there was something she wasn’t telling me.

And then he didn’t come round for several days. Jenny’s mood was different so I asked her.

She just said they were having a rest, but she had a worried look on her face.

I wondered it was about Joe, but it wasn’t. She was gonna move back home. Her job wasn’t working out and one of her father’s friends had offered her a post in his advertising business. Not what she wanted, but it was a much increased salary and while living at home she could save a bit.

It left me with a massive dilemma. Without Jenny’s distribute of the rent I was gonna struggle, and I really didn’t want to advertise for a stranger to distribute with me. I asked around at work, but to no avail.

I had enough to get by until the end of the six month lease, but then decisions would have to be made.

In the next month Jenny had moved out and Joe had disappeared completely. It was a good feeling to have the flat to myself and for the first few days I changed it all around and cleaned it from top to bottom. By the time I’d been up and down the stairs, gonna the bins, I was exhausted. It must have been the sixth or seventh trip when I heard someone following me up the communal stairs.

I still didn’t know too many of the other tenants, so when I got to my front door I turned to see who it was.

“Hello Beth, is Jenny in?”

My heart missed a beat, it was Joe.

“Errrr no, she moved out last week,” I stuttered with surprise.

He joined me outside my door.

“Oh, she hadn’t told me, we had a bit of a disagreement and I was letting her cool down.”

The words didn’t really match up to what I knew.

“She didn’t say anything to me, anyway she’s got another job. You’ve got her number haven’t you?”

“Yes, but she’s not replying so I came round.”

I was carrying the kitchen waste bin, I must have looked hot, sweaty and shattered.

“Here let me take that,” he said.

Before I could do anything Joe had taken the bin, and walked in through the front door.

“Wow, you’ve changed everything around, this goes under the sink, yes?”

For a moment I was at a loss as to what to say.

“Er.. yes… yes it does.”

Joe put in in the cupboard and then stood there.

“You making coffee?”

He knew I was flustered and wasn’t surprised when I replied doubtfully, “Hmmm, ok, but I’m very busy as you can see… and I look an absolute sight.”

It was the perfect opening for his flirty comments once again.

“You look pretty good to me.”

Strangely I reacted like a meek child, blushing and looking away.

“Huh… I wish.” It was a stupid reply, as I negotiated my way past Joe to get to the kettle.

“Sit down, I’ll make coffee and then you must go.”

He made no opinion and sat on the small sofa. I felt his eyes follow me as I got the mugs, the milk from the fridge, and boiled the kettle. When I finally turned to face him his eyes were looking across at me, not blinking, just staring. Sitting there with his legs splayed out, he oozed confidence, almost arrogance. For a split second I imagined his naked body fucking Jenny just a few feet from where he sat.

The kettle boiled and I made the coffee. I carried his mug to the small table at the side of him.

“Come and sit here,” he patted the sofa beside him.

“I’ll just drink mine here, thank you,” I replied.

He sensed the slightly hostile tone, and smiled.

“I guess you think I’m a player. I can’t deny I tend to flirt, but I’m ok really.”

“I don’t know much about you Joe, Jenny never really said much, I don’t even know what you do.”

“I work in video production, tv ads, that sort of stuff.”

“Sounds interesting, I guess you must know a few celebs?”

I found myself being drawn into a conversation when really I wanted to be ‘stand offish’ and for him to go.

“Yes, a few,” he paused, “tell you what, why don’t we go for a drink opposite, we can find out more about each other?”

Joe was referring to the pub across the road.

“You must be joking, looking like this, and anyway for all I know you and Jenny might still be an item.”

He burst out laughing, “You think I’m trying it on? I said I was an ok guy, just thought we could chat over a drink,” he added, “anyway I’m going for a pint, if you want to join me then I’ll be there for an hour. You can have your shower and decide. If not thanks for the coffee.”

He got up and I had to say, “I’ll think about it.”

As he disappeared and closed the door behind him I found myself saying, “Jesus Beth, what are you thinking?”

My pulse was racing and all the suspicions and negative thoughts about Joe seemed to get lost. I did still wonder about Jenny and him, and why they’d split, and as I stripped off my dirty t-shirt and jeans and got into the shower the images went on and on.

I kept replaying in my mind the sounds of Jenny and Joe having sex. As I soaped my breasts and felt my nipples harden I actually heard myself groan out loud.

Inevitably my fingers slipped downwards and found their way between my pussy lips and then up over my clit. There was no going back then. The familiar technique of masturbating in the shower continued until I shuddered to a climax.

I felt guilty, not because of simply ‘coming off,’ but about doing it with Joe in mind. I couldn’t possibly face him now.

Drying myself off, I calmed down, I felt relaxed, my tension had gone.

It was half an hour since Joe had left and I found myself actually contemplating gonna meet him.

“Sod it, I will,” I muttered.

I hurriedly half dried my hair and tied it in a scrunchy behind my head, I put on the first summer dress I came to in the wardrobe, and rapidly applied some make up and perfume.

“I wondered if you’d come, you look terrific!” he said, smiling, as I approached.

“Stop that!” I replied, “we’re just having a drink and a chat.”

Joe was sitting outside and chuckled before he went to get me a glass of wine.

I was sitting across from three women whose eyes followed him before they turned to discuss him discreetly. When he returned with my wine and another drink for himself they giggled again. There was no doubt he was an attractive guy, and I could see why Jenny had gone for him.

“So where were we?” he said, “tell you what we’ll take it turns to ask questions.”

Time flew and I’d finished a second glass of wine before I realised I was a bit tipsy. I’d discovered he was a Londoner, public college educated and had been married and divorced. He asked about my upbringing and parents and the whole conversation was very relaxed.

“My turn,” he said, “hope you won’t mind this one.”

I must have looked distinctly doubtful.

“You don’t have to answer it if you don’t want to,”

“Go on,” I replied.

“Tell me how you lost your virginity.”

I couldn’t help giggling. I wasn’t shocked, but it was slightly embarrassing.

“Oh my god, it was a disaster. A boy on freshers week, we were both drunk and he came within seconds. It was, shall I say, a messy experience.”

I kept giggling, and I was feeling the effects of the wine.

“You tell me!”

Joe smiled.

“Similar, I didn’t do very well. It was with a friend’s auntie on holiday. I’d gone away with his family. She was early thirties and she took a shine to me. Anyway it carried on for the whole two weeks and I got better at it!”

We both chuckled.

“Want another one?” Joe asked, pointing to my glass.

“Fuck no, I’m pissed already… no thank you, I’d better get back.”

“Can I walk you back?” he gestured across the road.

“It’s only over there, I’m not going to be attacked, you can watch me!” I answered sarcastically.

Then as I stood up I swayed and put my hand out to the back of the chair.

“Come on, you need some help,” he was smirking as he grabbed my arm and took me across the road.

The communal door had been propped open, “It’s ok… it’s ok,” I kept saying as he helped me to the bannisters inside, “I’ve been up and down these stairs so many times today.”

“But not when you were drunk!” he added, as his large hands gripped my waist, helping me climb the stairs by his side.

“Here, give me the keys, let me open the door.”

I had the keys in a tiny shoulder bag, so Joe grabbed it, unzipped it, and took the keys to open the door. Before I knew it he’d helped me inside and turned me to face him.

“It doesn’t take much to get you drunk.”

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have had the extra glass, I haven’t eaten anything since first thing, I hope I haven’t made a fool of myself?”

He didn’t reply, his grip on my arms got firmer and pulling me close he kissed me.

I almost gave in, but then struggled and pushed him away, only to stagger backwards against the bathroom door.

“Joe, stop that!”

“Come on, sit down before you fall down,” he grabbed me once more, and lowered me onto the sofa.

“You shouldn’t have done that.” I repeated.

I was angry, “You took advantage, and we were only having a lunchtime drink.”

“I’m sorry, I suppose I did, but you must know I’ve fancied you all along.”

“I know you were touching me up behind my friends back!” I replied with venom.

“Beth, I’m sorry for that, I was just being an arrogant twat.”

“Yes you were, and you’re trying it again!”

He didn’t know that the kiss had made me wobble. It was a long time since I’d kissed a guy. Correction, been kissed by a guy.

I smoothed my dress down where it had ridden up above my knees, and I tried to stand up again.

“I think you’d better go,” I muttered unconvincingly, again unsteady on my feet.

Joe caught hold of me again and this time was insistent, “For god’s sake sit down, I’m not going if you’re staggering around.”

My knees seemed to give way and with Joe supporting me I ended up in his arms. This time when he kissed me I didn’t withstand, in fact I relaxed into it, opening my mouth and allowing him to briefly flick his tongue against mine.

“No… no, this is not a good idea,” I said when our lips separated.

I had one hand on his shoulder, and the other gripping the other forearm. All he said was, “Why?” and I just let him kiss me again.

“Joe, look I’m not like this normally.”

I was beginning to think more clearly, and the sounds of Joe and Jenny having sex kept returning in my head.

“What’s normal?” he whispered.

Sliding both arms around his neck I said, “Not this.”

We kissed again and more hungrily, I could feel our bodies pressed together and once I felt Joe’s hardness I threw caution to the wind. When his hand closed over my breast and he squeezed it gently, I was putty in his hands.

I felt his other hand searching for the zip on the back of my dress, and as it was pulled downwards and his fingertips ran down my spine I shivered. Deftly he released the hooks on my bra and stepping away he looked at me as both my dress and bra fell to the floor.

“You’re beautiful,” he said quietly, as he bent forward, lowering his head to kiss my left nipple.

A long, low gasp came from my mouth as he sucked and licked, his tongue tracing its way around my hardening nipple.

“Ohhhh… Joe, no!”

My protest was a whimper and in one movement, he hooked his arm under my knees and picked me up like a babe in arms, carrying me into my bedroom. Laying me carefully on the duvet, he stood up and let me watch him undress.

His shirt came first revealing a muscular chest, shaved, and gym fit. When he kicked off his shoes, I watched him unbuckle his belt, and drop both his trousers and underpants down over his chunky thighs.

The size of his cock surprised me. I’d never discussed anything like that with Jenny, but it looked big. Thick and circumcised, and rapidly growing.

“Joe, I’m not on the pill.”

He smiled, “Don’t worry,” and reached down to pick up his discarded trousers. I watched, fascinated, as he brought out of a back pocket a slim cardboard wallet of condoms. He took one of the sachets and tore the foil top off, taking out the rolled up rubber sheath. His cock was full size, pointing upwards at forty five degrees. Placing the rolled up condom around the head and squeezing the bulbous end with finger and thumb, he rolled it down the length of his shaft. It ended an inch or so from the base clearly showing his extra size.

“Ok?” he smiled, “you’d better take those off,” he nodded towards my panties.

I smiled back and wriggled out of them. As he knelt on the bed beside me, he leaned over to kiss me softly, sucking both my top lip and my lower one. As I reached around his neck he slipped below them to take a nipple between his lips. He sucked and nibbled both in turn before his mouth travelled downwards towards my hips.

Moving his knees to between my legs I spread them wide, allowing him to eat me, and when he did I moaned out loud.

“Oh god… JOE!” I cried and I felt his fingers pull my pussy lips aside. I felt one finger slide inside me followed by a second and he began to move them in and out. As he did that, he lowered his head and the feeling when his tongue licked my clit was pure ecstasy.

The combination of finger fucking, his finger tips up inside me massaging, while his sucking and licking my clit made me rush towards an orgasm.

“Oh fuck… Jesus… oh my god,” I wasn’t really knowing what I was saying. When I came I shuddered and almost screamed, the orgasm was so intense. I didn’t realise how tightly I was clutching the duvet until I looked down at a broken nail.

When Joe lifted up, his face smiling and glazed with my juices, I saw his cock stretched underneath its latex sheath.

He seemed to crouch and I felt his cock push into the wetness of my pussy.

“OHHH!” I uttered, and then a longer, “OHHHHHH!” as he pushed deeper into me.

“Jesus! careful, oh fuck, take your time… CHRIST!” I shouted as he went all the way in. He stopped and his body was flat on top of me, not moving.

He relaxed on his elbows above me and whispered, “Let’s kiss for a while.”

I was ready to kiss, but I wasn’t ready for the gentle strokes of his cock opening me up and making things happen that I’d not experienced before.

I had to break off from kissing to try and breathe before I came the first time. Somehow his shaft was massaging both my clit and my g-spot at the same time. I really didn’t know how noisy I was, but the orgasm seemed to go on and on as my level of arousal continued.

Joe was kissing my neck, my shoulders, my breasts, every part of me was alive.

“Oh god I’m cumming again,” I was talking into Joe’s neck when it overtook me. I felt my hips rising off the bed and start to buck up and down.

“Oh god… oh god… oh god…uhhhhhhhhh… fuck!”

Joe stopped thrusting and looked down at me.

“Are you ok?”

I was covered in perspiration, and gasping, “Oh god, slow down… fuck, I’ve never cum like that before.”

He chuckled and flexed his hips.

“It’s my turn to cum now,” he whispered.

It was a strange look on his face when after the masterful display of lovemaking I was taken aback with what followed.

Like a Jekyll and Hyde he began thrusting again, not gently, but pounding into me. My bed was shaking with every impact of his hips between my thighs. The bedhead began to bang against the wall in a rhythm that seemed to steadily increase.

I looked up, his eyes were closed and his teeth were gritted. Sweat was dripping from his forehead onto my face, and his breath was coming in short pants.

I was clinging onto him and began to wish he’d cum quickly. Inexplicably I felt another orgasm building, I seemed to be unable to prevent it, but when he pressed his head down and bit my nipple I screamed out and it just happened.

“FUUUUUCK… JESUS… JOE!”

Suddenly he let go and grunted a primeval grunt. I felt his cock pulsate inside me, and the jerking went on and on. I shuddered in dread that the condom would burst with the amount he was ejaculating inside me.

In a few seconds he slumped to one side and pulled out of my pussy. In a panic I lifted my head to see his milky semen captured in the bulbous end of the condom. I sank back on the bed in relief.

“Fuck Joe, did you have to bite so hard, my nipple is red raw.”

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry, I got carried away.”

He rolled towards me and kissed me.

“Let me get rid of this,” he said and climbed out of bed and went to the bathroom. I heard the toilet flush and a few minutes later he returned, his flaccid cock hanging down between his thighs.

“That shouldn’t have happened, I’m never getting drunk at lunchtime again,” I said, refusing to kiss him, and wiping my sweaty face with a tissue.

“Come on, it was fun, didn’t you enjoy it?”

“Too much, which is why I’m telling you to go now.”

“You’re kicking me out? Can’t I stay? Can I see you again?”