Untamed : An Erotic Romance Story (3 page)

And, while all of that was true, I forgot it the instant Mick strode into the room as if he were making his stage entrance in a vintage pork pie hat, leather jacket, silk shirt with bolo string tie featuring a turquoise stone set in silver, blue jeans, and motorcycle boots.  I had never believed in love at first sight, but had actually put my hand over my heart, which began to bound and leap. He had the typical hipster three-day-old beard, with a nose that looked like it had been punched slightly off center. Out of the ten of us from EJE, six were women and four were men, with one being gay, which made for a total of seven of us who wanted to be fucked by him. Of course Edward James Edwards II didn't have a clue, thinking that we were all just so eager to build a fucking team.

"Okay people, this is Mick and he is going to run the show."

"Thanks, E J, today we're going to learn the basics of Improvisation in two, three-hour sessions, my partner Deana and I..."

Deana? Like I totally missed seeing the woman who had so obviously walked in with him, a woman who bore a somewhat resemblance to a more diminutive  Lynda Carter of Wonder Woman fame, not nearly as old, though easily 15 years older than me, with a diamond stud piercing in her nose, and layers of hipster affect down to black horn- rimmed glasses that looked like they came from an old episode of  The Lucy Show.

"So we will be splitting you into two teams of five, I'll take one group and Deana the other..."

Which meant that my odds were one out of two of being on his team and I started sending "pick me" vibes by catching his eyes and his finger pointed to me and I thought how much I wanted to start building a team, even if he did wear a hat indoors, which I knew my dad would hate, and the more I thought about my dad hating him, the more I wanted to know who this man was and, fuck, I could see he was talking and I wasn't paying attention..

"Molly, once again the number one rule is?"

"Me, um, er, sorry, I don't remember." Because I was too busy wondering if we would fuck.

"Which is why I am giving each of you a printed copy of the rules." He smiled as he put the sheet in my hand and I could see from his hands that he was maybe 45 or 50, doing the math to put so many years between him and me, which normally would have turned me off, but I looked down at his motorcycle boots and actually shivered a bit, my god, I was already aching for him.

"Rule number one, always say
yes and
." He remained in front of me as he repeated rule number one. He looked directly into my eyes, took my hands as if we were doing a scene, and spoke. "I'm taking you home with me tonight, Molly, there's no way around it."

"Yes and, and, uh, um, we'll build another team," I spit it out like a real dork.

"A team that will save the world from Zombie annihilation." He added it so adroitly and fluidly, all the while holding my hands, looking into my eyes with those actor eyes of his and everyone laughed, even EJE II, who piped in, "Way to go, Moll," which normally would have bothered the shit out of me, but not with Mick holding my hands, maybe he had some secret lycanthropic power, I wasn't sure, my head was swimming.

"Molly performed beautifully because she followed through  with rule number two,  agree and add new information. Her information:
we will build another team
, allowing me to add on to her information, resulting in the rest of you finding it amusing. And this is how your office can become a better working environment, everyone coming to a consensus and then creating new information, which, in the information age, is pretty valuable stuff."

"Brilliant," said EJE II, "absolutely brilliant."

Mick continued through the top ten rules, don't block ideas, avoid asking questions, stay in the moment, and I tried to picture how sex could be the culmination of following all of his rules, and I began paying special attention to see if he and Deana were a couple or just co-workers, which was hard because they did a lot of acting and touching to demonstrate a rule or technique and by the end of the day I was thoroughly infused with the creative possibilities and thought that it might even apply to writing something more than trade magazines and weblogs and I was hoping I could think of some way to connect with Mick again without embarrassing myself, when I got the idea to manipulate EJE II into promoting another team building session with one of our clients.

"I'll think about it, Moll," was his pithy response and I was back to hating him again for his monosyllabic cruelty. Mick and Deana  were gone and I had a Saturday night of stroking Caleb's cock to look forward to and all of a sudden it didn't seem so cute anymore and to top it off, when I tried starting the Silver Diva, the engine refused to turn, and I was thinking about how fucked everything was when someone rapped on my window.

"Having trouble?" It was Mick, standing there in his black leather jacket, Deana, looking a bit rushed, to his side.

"That's a question, breaking rule number four,"  I said, beginning the game I so wanted to play, improvisational sex with Mick.

"Well, we should give you a gold star, but that won't get you home."

"It's the fuel-injector, acting weird, and now Caleb is going to be pissed."

"Boyfriend?"

"Question again," I said. Even though I was upset, I just couldn't help playing him, hoping to keep him next to me.

"Touché, what a good little student you've been."

"Who wants to go home," I sighed.

"Now you're blocking and we can't carry on the scene."

"One who lives on the Northside, probably not far from you and would love a ride." And thinking  of pulling his cock out and sitting on it in the back seat while Deana drove.

"Not only a ride, but I am adding a party too."

"Mick, really?" Deana said, now a bit more perturbed and I knew that they were more than co-workers.

"Don't you see, she's ready to play, aren't you, Molly?"

"Yes, ready to play naked," I said it so inappropriately, that it could have only come from the gods of improv. Deana actually smiled for a second and Mick looked absolutely delighted.

"Now that's adding information, elevating the possibilities, and heightening the emotional power of the scene."

They had an old black Camry, I think, I don't know cars that well, I had expected something a little cooler, but the Camry started and the Jetta hadn't so it was more than cool enough for me, especially since it reeked of patchouli oil. I hopped into the back seat, called Caleb, relieved that he didn't answer, left a message that his fuel-injector was indeed acting weird, and how could he have let me go all the way to Lincolnshire? I know, cruel, but effective, this way he wouldn't get all pissy about how much the tow was going to cost, blah, blah. blah.

Deana got behind the wheel, Mick lit up a blunt, hit it hard, and passed it back to me. I took a hit and passed it back, a little unnerved by the fact that Deana took a hit too, but hoped that it might relieve some of her earlier piqué.

"So, Molly from EJE & Sons, how's life in the land of the squares."

"Mick!" Deana chastised him with her inflection and I was feeling better about our future as women who wanted to fuck Mick.

"Maybe not as bad as you think."

"Well, since you're such an agreeable lass, you are about to enter another dimension. A dimension not only of flesh and sensuality, but of mind. A journey into a wondrous land of pleasure. Next stop, the Swinger Zone."

I tried to absorb the totality of the moment, the joint still being passed.

"Stop being so dramatic," said Deana.

"It's who I am."

"It's just a bunch of people getting together for sex, if you want to go home that's fine. It's up to you." Deana spoke as if it were going to be as simple as a 4th of July barbeque, something that happens with great regularity and expected consequences.

"But it's up to me, isn't it, I mean I don't have to do anything if the guy is gross and fat."

They both laughed.

"No, Molly, the men mostly wait for the women to choose them. They are very well behaved," Mick said.

"Sounds like a date, then," I said.

We smoked another joint and I was higher than I had ever been before. There was a discussion on the history of fellatio, swinging etiquette, as in the guy should never come in your mouth, unless you want him to,  swinging vernacular, like DP meant double penetration simultaneously by two cocks, either oral/vaginal, or vaginal/anal, bukkake was multiple men hovering close, masturbating until they ejaculated all over you, that most of the women would be, at minimum, bi-curious, but not the men, that men never touched other men, unless it was inadvertent, which I thought might be hard were a woman to want a vaginal/anal DP, but they  said that was a rare event in a house party setting.

"I like feeling the curves of another woman and playing with her breasts most of all. I especially love sucking her nipples as she does the same to me, it's just so soft and sensual. Mick likes to fuck me in that position, he gets behind my dripping, wet, pussy, me waiting to be filled by his cock as I'm having the breast of times, my orgasm out of this world."

I could see Mick's arm reach across the seat and his hand disappear beneath Deana's skirt as she spoke. I unzipped my jeans and pulled my thong aside to play with myself, knowing I was making the back seat of the Camry wet, too fucking high to care.

"You see, Deana is my slut, she loves being fingered like this in front of others, hoping that someone will notice that her skirt is hiked up, her cunt is exposed, and my fingers are rubbing her clit, perhaps a trucker looking down or some square in an SUV, may possibly see her shaved pussy grinding away. And later she is going to suck and fuck other cocks for me, as if we were fucking each other. It makes her come so hard, and then we relive it time and again, every detail of every cock, tit, and come, my sweet, sexy slut. Come baby, come so Molly can hear and smell the squish of your sex, I know you're so close to the edge. And look, little Molly is back there fingering herself, as I finger you."

His eyes stared back at me in the rearview mirror and I was rocked by the exposition of it all, his fingers now fucking Deana, my fingers buried in my dripping pussy, Mick egging us on, exposed to the traffic around us.

"Fuck, Mick, I'm going to come." Deana nearly drove into the next lane, but regained her composure as she moaned a guttural  come. Her moans ricocheted off that finely tuned switch that led from my brain to the root of my clit, causing me to explode over my fingers so deep in my pussy.

"Jesus, I'm coming too, coming so fucking hard," I yelled and the freedom of coming behind them, three people joined in an orgasmic feast, combined with the weed we had smoked, left me trembling for more, hands, cocks, tits, balls, pussies, everything all once. It felt so good and holy and pure. Real communion was all about come.

We were somewhere on the Northwest Side when Deana parked, not a bad neighborhood, but certainly nothing special. I followed them up typical Chicago, brick bungalow steps, the style that had housed the city's middle class for the last century and still lived on, had actually prospered in the last wave of gentrification before the bubble had burst. The man who opened the door was grinning ear to ear, and he should have been upon seeing Deana and me standing there flush with climax.

The inside was nothing like any bungalow I had ever been in, open all the way to the kitchen with exquisite wood trim and varnished wood floors. My mouth hung open, since there is nothing sexier than natural wood floors, with ogee moldings, and thick square beams, me finding it all so comfortably solid and phallic.

"Molly, meet Max," Mick said.

"Mmmmm," Max said, with the same Polish accent that Waclaw had moaned.

Max gripped me in an engaging hug, with a bit of a leer, but that's why I was there, to be leered at and to leer right back, to dream, to tease, to flutter my eyelashes, and expose my tits, to drink in all the salaciousness I could.