The Lake of Love (Adult Novel 18+) (22 page)

‘You are so cute,’ I told her, which only made her blush. ‘I want to,
but.’

She didn’t let me finish. ‘It’s my birthday.’ She gave me sad puppy dog
eyes.

It was not a good idea. In fact it was the worst idea. My wife, my kids
or her parents could easily catch us. How would I get back to my bedroom
without anyone noticing in the morning? If we were caught, it would tear both
our families and the business apart.

‘I promise to suck on your cock.’

I could feel my resolve weakening rapidly.

‘You can even cum on my face.’

Sheridan’s smile nearly consumed her eyes and ears.

She knew she had won.

‘That was a cheap trick,’ I pouted.

Sheridan giggled. ‘I know, but I know exactly what you like.’

‘If I remember,’ I pressed my fingertips against her pussy lips, ‘You
were the one that made me cum over your face.’ Sheridan gave me her ‘What?
Little-old me face’, like she was some kind of innocent bystander. ‘Yes you.’ I
grinned, as I pushed two fingers back into her body.

‘Fuck.’ It was clear to see she hadn’t yet recovered from our fuck. ‘That
is a cheap trick, Charlie,’ she said looking down at my fingers inside of her.

‘If it’s such a cheap trick,’ I leaned down towards her and pressed my
lips against hers. ‘Why are you smiling so much?’ Sheridan gave out a cheeky
little giggle and began to push her bodyweight down onto my incoming fingers.

It was going to be a long night.

* * *

I awoke to the frustrating sound of someone banging on the bedroom door.
My eyes creaked open to be greeted by a ray of sunlight creeping in through the
bedroom window. It was morning. The thundering sound of a fist on the door
continued. ‘Wake up!’ It was Frank’s voice. ‘It’s nearly midday.’

I sat up in bed.

‘Come on or you will be late.’

‘What is he my fucking father?’ I grumbled.

‘If you don’t answer I will have to come in,’ he warned.

He was going the right way about getting a slap.

Suddenly time seemed to stop. Sheridan sat up naked in bed beside me. The
event of last night dawned upon me and only now did I realise where I was. I
was still in Sheridan’s bed. Sheridan pushed me off the bed, as she clutched
the bed sheet around her naked body.

‘Hang on a second!’ she called.

I looked around the rather large and empty room for somewhere to hide.
Sheridan had no closet. The windowsill was far too short for me to climb on and
hide behind the curtains. Under the bed seemed a little too cliché and the
problem was it was so low to the ground that I doubt I could fit under.

The bedroom door clicked open. I did the only thing I could think of. I
dived naked behind the bedroom door, as Frank stood in the doorway. I could
feel my heart beating like a jackhammer within my chest. My best friend was
standing on the other side of a one inch wooden door talking to his young daughter
that I had violated in more ways than one during the night.

‘We need to go and collect your present,’ said Frank.

‘We’re getting it today?’ Sheridan asked.

Sheridan seemed excited. I didn’t know if she was acting or not. Frank
and Miranda were getting her a car of her own. Sheridan could pick anything she
liked. In retrospect, she probably was truly excited. I could see her nervously
glancing at me from her position on the bed. I could see the silent prayers she
was whispering within her mind. Don’t let my father see him!

‘Yes. So get ready. Your mother and I will be waiting downstairs.’

‘Okay, Dad,’ smiled Sheridan.

I let out a sigh of relief, as the bedroom door began to close. ‘And
sweetie?’ a cold chill ran down my spine, as Frank stepped back into the
bedroom. ‘I hope you had a really great birthday.’

‘I did.’ She nodded frantically. ‘I really did.’

‘Good.’ Frank nodded his head and then stepped out the bedroom.

The door closed behind him.

‘Oh my god,’ Sheridan let out a loud laugh.

‘Fuck me.’ I staggered across the bedroom and slumped down onto the bed.
Sheridan cradled my head in her lap and leaned down to gifted me a sort of
upside down kiss.

‘I believe I did that last night,’ she giggled.

I couldn’t help by laugh. She didn’t let a single dirty joke slip her by.

‘He nearly caught us,’ I said.

‘Nearly, but not quite,’ countered Sheridan.

‘I should get back to my bedroom.’ I went to get up, but I found her
small delicate hand upon my forehead pushing me back down onto her lap. ‘You
have to go out,’ I told her.

‘I have ten minutes I can spare.’ She smiled that devious smile.

‘We really shouldn’t,’ I tried to point out.

‘That’s why we really should.’ She seemed to make a better point.

I reached up and placed my hand upon the back of her head. Sheridan put
up no resistance, as I pulled her down towards me. Our lips met and her tongue
nestled nicely within my mouth. I could feel her hand stroking down across my
abdomen and straight between my legs. She was wasting no time in finding the
thing that she wanted. She began to slowly tease my semi-erect dick, as she
sucked gently on my tongue. This woman was the inspiration for my
uncontrollable lust. She was beautiful, funny and intelligent. She was perhaps
the rudest woman any man could ever be lucky enough to have and the good part
about that is that she was mine.

‘I love you,’ I told her.

‘I know.’ She giggled, as we kissed. ‘I love you too.’

‘We’ve just used up one minute,’ I replied.

‘Then you better bend me over and fuck me now.’ The thought of bending this
goddess of beauty over was fuelling the fires within my stomach. ‘And baby…?’

‘Yes?’ I asked her.

‘Don’t be gentle.’ She looked down upon me with pleading eyes, as she bit
her bottom lip. That was all I needed to hear. I sat up in the bed and turned to
see her getting on all fours for me. That cute little ass looked good enough to
spank. It was just a shame we only have nine minutes left.

‘Oh,’ Sheridan moaned softly through her nose at the feel of me moving
inside of her. We may only have nine minutes, but they were going to be the
best nine minutes of our day.

***

To Be Continued...

Excerpt from “Corruption of the Heart”

By John Sheridan

Copyright © 2011

Corruption of the Heart, John Sheridan

Julie stepped
into the dark and gloomy bar. It was a fairly large establishment, but being
only seven o’clock, on a wet rainy Thursday evening, it wasn’t the most crowded
of places. Including the curly bearded bar man, she could count the amount of
people in the bar on one hand. All eyes unconsciously turned towards her.

Julie allowed
herself a brief smile on the inside.

She liked to
invoke this reaction in men. Her choice of clothing had stimulated the desired
effect and she could see how badly each and everyone one of them wanted to fuck
her. Men were easier to manipulate when they were no longer thinking with their
minds, but with their penis. This is why she had voted to wear something that
bordered on lingerie.

It was
practically a black baby-doll night dress.

Only two thin
straps kept the entire night dress from falling down around her ankles. Her
large firm breasts were teetering on the point of spilling out of the very
loose hanging top. She had decided to tie her long black hair back behind her
head to fully display her elegant swan like neck, and draw greater attention
towards her tits. The base of the night dress hung about one-third of the way
down her smooth silky thighs and only just about hid away the one thing all the
men wanted to see. Their jaws would have collided with the floor if they knew
she wasn’t wearing any panties either. Long black leather boots hugged at her
knees. She was like some sort of gothic model preparing to walk down the
catwalk.

She spotted
Damien sitting in the exact same seat he always sat in on the far side of the
room. He quickly averted his eyes and attempted to focus his full attention on
the ice cubes at the bottom of his glass. Confidence was not his strong point.
Julie made a beeline for the bar and instantly drew the attention of the
planetoid shaped barman.

‘What can I do
for you?’ he smiled a wicked smile. What he was asking and what he actually
meant were two vastly different things.

‘A beer and
whisky,’ replied Julie.

The bearded
barman seemed impressed with her choice of drinks. ‘Anything else…?’ He started
to pour the drinks.

‘No, thank you.’
She purposely turned back and glanced sheepishly at Damien. The shy young man
was taking a sneak peek at the back of her smooth kissable legs. Again he
pretended as if she didn’t exist as soon as their eyes met. The bar man placed
the drinks on the bar, Julie quickly paid him off. She could see that he was
eager to start some sort of conversation, but fat sweaty men with most of last
night’s dinner caught in their beard was simply not here type. If she cared a
little more she might have even pointed that out to him. Instead she simply
turned away and walked over to Damien’s table.

‘Hi,’ she
pretended to look shy and embarrassed, which wasn’t easy consider she was
wearing lingerie in a public place.

‘Um, hi…’
mumbled Damien in reply.

‘May I sit with
you?’ she asked.

‘Um, well.’
Julie decided to take the initiative and dropped herself down on the other
chair at the small table. Damien nervously looked around at the rest of people
within the bar. They all wore looks of disgust and confusion. They were jealous
because the most beautiful woman they were likely to ever see, in their sad
pathetic lives, had just entered the bar and they were dumbfounded because she
sat at the table of the world’s biggest looking geek. ‘Of course,’ he said
after she sat down.

In truth Julie
didn’t like hitting on men.

She was not the
most outgoing person in the world, but the situation called for her to step
outside of her comfort zone and be the one that led this conversation.

‘Here,’ she
pushed the beer across the table to him. ‘I have noticed you drink this every
time you come in here,’ she smiled a sweet innocent smile. It was the type of
smile that would make even the most vicious dictator in the world turn weak at
the knees. ‘I don’t know if you realised, but we keep arriving here at the
exact same time every single night.’ She giggled. ‘It must be fate.’

Damien laughed
nervously in reply.

‘I thought I
would come over and say hello. I don’t really like sitting by myself,
especially with all these scary looking men in here, and you look like a really
nice friendly person,’ she looked down nervously at her drink before adding. ‘I
have wanted to come over and say hello to you for quite a while, but never
really had the courage, so,’ she paused for a brief moment. ‘Hello,’ she
giggled again.

She hoped the
combination of talking at him confidently and acting shy somehow found a middle
balance that put him at ease.

Damien relaxed a
little.

‘I wanted to say
hello to you too,’ he confessed. ‘But I didn’t think someone as pretty as you
would want to talk to someone like me.’

‘You think I am
pretty?’ Julie blushed. It was an Oscar winning performance.

‘I am sorry,’
Damien quickly apologised. ‘That was not a line. I am not coming onto you.’ He
waved his hands in the air defensively.

Julie giggled
like some sort of little school girl.

‘It is okay. You
can come on me if you want.’ Damien’s light blue eyes nearly popped out of his
head and bounced away across the bar room floor. ‘I mean, I don’t mind someone
like you coming onto me.’ Julie corrected herself.

Damien took a
swig of his beer, just to give himself something to do, so that he didn’t have
to talk. Julie couldn’t help but smile at the sight of him looking at her tits
over the rim of his glass. He acted shy, but he was just like every other guy.

‘So, what line
of work are you in?’

‘I am a computer
programmer,’ he replied.

‘You have to be
pretty smart to do something like that.’ Damien shrugged his shoulders in reply.
‘It is rare to meet a man that is not only smart, but good looking. If you tell
me you are rich I might have to marry you now.’

‘I am rich,’
they both laughed.

The awkward
silence returned.

Julie picked up
her small glass of whiskey and sipped at it slowly. Alcohol always went
straight to her head, which was a benefit if you wanted a cheap night out. Only
tonight she had to keep her head in the right place. She was here for a
purpose. ‘Are you married?’ she asked after a moment’s thought.

‘No,’ it brought
a genuine chuckle out of Damien.

‘You must have a
girlfriend then,’ countered Julie.

‘Um, no,’ he
turned his eyes up and away, as if attempting to remember the last time he had
a woman in his life that he could call his girlfriend. Julie had a knack for
reading people’s facial expression and it seemed Damien had been a single man
for a very long time.

‘That is good to
know,’ she deliberately bit her bottom lip.

That small
gesture always caught a man’s attention.

Damien replied
by swallowing down the lump that had gathered in his throat.

‘So, you live
alone?’ Julie already knew he lived with his mother, but the conversation was
going this way. She just needed to keep him talking long enough until she could
guide it where she wanted it to go, which was into his pants.

‘I live with my
mother.’

‘Oh, do you take
care of her?’ asked Julie.

‘No,’ that was a
bit of a mood killer.

‘Oh,’ Julie
wasn’t one to miss an opportunity. ‘You must get lonely sometimes. I mean
without a girlfriend.’

‘I do,’ Damien
took a swig of his beer. ‘But that is just the way life goes. Are you single?’
He looked almost embarrassed to ask the question.

‘Yes,’ smiled
Julie. ‘And if your next question is do I feel lonely? The answer is another,
very big, yes.’ She took in a long deep breath in through her nose and over
dramatically allowed her breasts to heave beneath the tempting night dress
before letting out a long and weary sigh. ‘If I am honest the one thing I miss
the most about being in a relationship is the sex.’

Damien nearly
choked on his drink.

Julie couldn’t
contain herself from laughing. She did love having such power over men. Once
she started down this route there was no way she was going to stop. ‘I do miss
having someone to come home to and cuddle at night, but the thing I miss most
of all is having a man to take me when he wants, how he wants and where he
wants.’

Damien’s jaw was
hanging so far open that it was nearly resting on the floor.

It was time to
take the conversation x-rated.

‘I end up getting
so frustrated that half the time I end up touching myself in bed, you know?’
she didn’t give him time to form any sort of response. ‘Can you picture how
that must look? I am lying naked in the centre of my large double bed, with my
legs spread wide open, whilst I slowly slide my fingers,’ Julie paused for
effect. ‘What am I saying? You must get laid all the time.’

‘Eh? What?’
Damien was hanging on her every word.

‘Well you are
successful, smart and really good looking. You must have a choice of woman,
right?’ Julie placed her elbows on the table and leaned forward. The front of
her baby-doll night gown hung loose, which gave Damien a perfect view straight
down her top. He shuffled uncomfortably in his seat at the realisation she
wasn’t wearing a bra. Julie didn’t need to see it to know what was happening
between his legs. The sight of her round juicy tits was making this shy young
man hard.

‘Not really,’ he
mumbled in reply.

‘I think you are
being modest,’ replied Julie.

And then he did
something that shocked Julie.

Julie was not
the type of woman that got shocked. She was willing to do anything, and anyone,
to get what she wanted, but this was something that even surprised her. Damien
checked his watch and announced. ‘I have to go and catch my bus,’ he got up to
leave. ‘It was really nice talking to you. If you are in another night I would
like to get to know you more,’ he smiled and walked by her. ‘Good night.’

Julie wore a
mask of confusion.

What had just
happened?

If this was any
other guy then would already be off fucking someplace. Julie knew she was hot
and she was wearing something especially slutty just for him. She was also
being very forward and letting him look at the type of tits men had wet dreams
about and he was going home?

She had to do
something and do it now.

If this part of
her plan failed then it could set the whole operation back at least another
infuriating two weeks. Damien headed for the exit when he suddenly paused and
made a quick detour into the men’s toilets.

This was the
opportunity she was looking for.

It was one last
chance to complete stage one of her master plan.

Julie downed the
rest of her whisky. Her pretty little face screwed up momentarily, as the drink
warmed the back of her throat. And with that she got up and headed towards the
men’s toilets.

***

Carefully Julie
inched open the door to the men’s toilet and peeked her head inside. It was
just as you would expect from a bar room toilet. It had white cold looking
walls, dark tiled floors and that horrible bleach chemical smell. A sink sat
underneath a cracked mirror and beside a blow dryer for your hands. Three
urinals were placed against the far wall and two cubicles were positions by the
door. Julie ducked down and looked beneath the cubicle for feet. No one but
Damien was inside the men’s toilets and he was completely oblivious to her
arrival.

This was it. It
was her last chance to save the whole operation.

Julie pushed the
toilet door closed and flicked the lock.

‘Hi,’ she spoke
in her softest and sexiest tone.

Damien looked
back over his shoulder and instantly turned an interesting shade of red.
Instinctively he began to tuck himself back inside his trousers before Julie
caught a glimpse of his limp penis. The sexy young Goth sprung on him like a kitten
playing with a ball of string. She hugged him tightly from behind and dropped
her small delicate hands on top of his.

‘What’s the
hurry?’ she asked.

‘M-miss…’ he
stuttered nervously at the feel of her finger tip slowly rubbing the top of his
dick, as he held it within his grasp. Julie forced her breasts against his back
just to make sure he was aware of them and followed up by kissing him gently on
the side of his neck, just above his shirt collar. Her knee high boots meant
the two of them were around about the same height. ‘We have only just met,’ he
nearly choked on the lump in his throat, as her tongue slid smoothly into his
ear. ‘You seem like a really nice woman.’ Julie slipped her right hand between
his and curled her fingers around his ever growing shaft.

Hardness was
starting to set in.

With her tongue
still in his ear she slowly began to jerk her hand back and forth along his
half-erect cock. ‘And I would be lying if I said I didn’t fancy you.’ He gasped
at the feel of her hand twisting in clockwise and counter-clockwise motion,
whilst she slid it from the tip of his dick all the way down to his balls.
‘Don’t you think we are moving too fast?’

‘If you want me
to stop I will,’ she whispered the words into his ear. ‘I won’t make you do something
you don’t want to do. Do you want me to stop?’

‘I really don’t
think we should do this,’ his breathing was growing heavy.

‘Your mouth is
saying one thing,’ Julie began to jerk her hand harder and faster along his
rock hard cock. ‘But you dick is saying something else.’ Damien wore a mask of
confusion. It was clear to tell he was not the type of man that had the
confidence, charm or the luck needed to have one night stands with woman. This
had given birth to morals and rules as to how a woman needed to be treated, but
right now at this moment in time he had a sexy young woman, wearing baby-doll
lingerie, giving him a hand job in a bar room toilet. He might be some kind of
computer genius, but there was nothing in the vast knowledge within his mind that
told him how to handle this situation.