Caitlin Writes Ch. 03

"I thought Ben was late, arriving in the girl's room. In fact, he was already there. He'd already had his little confrontation and made his demands known, and our hot little friend went along willingly." I still wasn't quite sure I understood but Christian had no intention of leaving the story there. "Ben was in the closet, watching us fuck! This is Ben's little..." he stopped to look at Ben, whispered a word to him in French. Ben, translating, whispered back. "Peccadillo, merci. Ben's little peccadillo! He likes to watch." That tied in with what little I knew of Ben, which is why I said-

"That's why you let Asok have me first-" oh no. Oh no no no no no.

Christian looked at me, at Ben, then back at me, a sly smile dissolving the hangover scowl. Oh what I wouldn't do to wind back time just the few seconds necessary to stop myself. Panicking everso slightly I glanced at Ben, who was by now sharing his friend's smile.

"Ben, have you been doing someone you shouldn't?" Christian laughed, as Ben just continued to smile. It infuriated me; why wasn't he blindsided by panic, like me? I'm his father's girlfriend, for heaven's sake!

"We fucked in the changing rooms at football the other day. Asok was with us. I'd be inclined to say we had a good time, wouldn't you, Caitlin? A terrific way to get to know my future step-mother! No secrets between us now."

"Is she good? She has a nice derriere, I'd love to fuck her from behind. Beautiful tits too."

"Excuse me," I snorted indignantly.

"Christian, her boobs are just delicious. I wanked off all over them, and I could do it again right now. In fact, her whole body is terrific, curvy and sexy, like a real woman." Whilst I wasn't averse to his compliments, I wasn't happy about, well, everything else. The less people that knew I'd had sex with Skipper - with Ben, as I would have to get used to calling him - the better, and I wasn't comfortable with the way they were discussing me either. Yet they carried on as though I were just not there.

"Maybe one day you and I can fuck too, non? I can come all over your tits too?" That was too much. I had to say something.

"Ben, you cannot talk about me this way with your friends. From now on I am your father's girlfriend and we should conduct ourselves appropriately."

"We'll conduct ourselves in whatever why seems most appropriate at the time. Right now, my friend is complimenting your boobs. I think that's it's only fair you should allow him to see them." Was he serious? Had I heard him correctly? I couldn't have, Christian seemed nonplussed by the conversation.

"Ben, if your father knew what you were asking me to do..."

"Are you threatening me? Perhaps if I told him how you sucked my friend's cock while I had two fingers up your bum he might well reassess the whole situation. He'd forgive me for my part, I had no idea who you were. But you told me you were in a relationship and you still fucked my friend and I."

"That's rubbish. You wouldn't..." Only, I really believed he would.

"My friend wants to see your boobs. It's out of the way in this corner, you'll get away with a quick flash." Christian, impassive, sat with his drink and paid little attention to the power struggle. "Do it now before I decide to call my father over." I had to make my stand.

"No. I won't do it."

"Dad!" He shouted across the bar in a serious voice, then had to repeat it to gain his father's attention. I didn't believe he had done it, but the evidence was incontravertible. I was apoplectic with a mixture of rage and panic.

"Please Ben, don't tell him," I whispered. He looked down at me haughtily.

"You'll do as asked?" What choice was there? I nodded, deflated, and he smiled before turning back to hail his father again. "I'm getting Caitlin a drink. Do you want the same again?" He received his father's answer and motioned to a barmaid before turning back to me. "You're a good sport Caitlin, I'm sure we'll have a lot of fun." By which I assume he meant that flashing my boobs wouldn't be the last thing he made me do.

Christian tapped me on the arm and furtively I looked around, gauging who was closest. Ben was right, there wasn't really anyone that close. If I pulled down the front of my dress, quickly, I could flash my bra and no one would see. I hopped onto the stool by Christian's side, with my back to the room. After one last glance round, I leaned forward and lowered my dress. Luckily the lingerie I had on was a nice set, all in black and very lacy. He took in the sights and nodded appreciatively.

"Knickers to match?" he asked, gruffly. I nodded. "Let's see them."

I didn't want to do this. The episode the other day made me feel both wanton and wanted. Being so desired drove me to depravity I didn't know I could feel. This here was simply sleazy, it was cheap, and I didn't like feeling this way. Unfortunately my alternatives were none. Perversely it was easier to flash my knickers, my dress being short enough to wiggle further up, so I did that. When I looked up Christian wasn't even looking, he was merely holding a hand out. I looked at Ben for guidance.

"He doesn't just want to look at them," Ben said, as though talking to a moron. Sighing, I looked around again apprehensively. No one was paying us any attention, and Richard was now holding court, talking to the landlord and his wife and a couple of regulars. Quickly I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my knickers, and by rocking from cheek to cheek I inched them down to the hem of my dress.

From that point it was a little more difficult. I tried to be quick, pull them down, but only succeeded in dropping them to the floor as they slid down my calves and over my shoes. Ben was the first to bend and retrieve them, returning them to me with a nod and a smile. He was a curious mix of a proper gentleman and sex-obsessed pervert. I returned the smile, although the lingerie I had to pass to Christian.

I heard the laughter from the other side of the room trail off and was glad to see Richard approaching. Christian was still fondling my knickers although I was vaguely sure no-one would recognise the silky garment for what it was, least of all Richard - even his son would have a better idea of my lingerie than he would. As his father drew close Ben took a step towards him, and as Richard installed his elbow on the bar to get comfortable Ben was between us, also leaning at the bar. This meant Ben obscured his father from me, and although I couldn't think of one I was sure there was a downside. Spinning my stool to face the bar I could lean forward to see Richard, which was enough.

Ben and his father started chatting, amiable but dull stuff. My head was still spinning at the evening's events and for once I was actually glad Richard was ignoring me. It gave me time to think. They were both leaning forward on the bar now, elbows on the bar and one foot on the rail, unconsciously mimicking one another. They were happy ignoring me, I was happy being ignored. Christian was neither of these: he was also bored and horny. He hissed at me and I inclined my hear to the left, the better to hear him.

"I've got a hard-on for you," he whispered, nonchalantly. At first what he'd said didn't register. When I realised the import of his words I looked at him. He wasn't grinning, he looked serious.

"Let's go somewhere and fuck," he suggested. I swallowed hard, looking round at Richard. He did not know I was there. Without turning to face Christian I shook my head, discreetly but definitely. He reached over and grabbed my left wrist, which previously had been lying on my knee and not complaining about it. I tried to snatch it back but he squeezed it, and it hurt. Looking all the while at Richard I tried to extricate my hand, but Christian was strong and the more I struggled the more it hurt. I gave in. He started to rub his crotch with my hand.

"You," he hissed savagely. There was no chance of Richard or Ben observing what Christian was forcing me to do from their current position, but if Ben moved Richard would see my hand between Christian's legs. As bidden I began to rub, feeling his organ start to swell almost immediately.

"Take it out," was the next instruction. I paused, because this was dangerous. We were near a wall so technically there was no reason for anyone to walk past, but someone approaching from the right wrong angle would see everything. He squeezed my wrist again in impatience so quickly and with nervous hands I unbuttoned his fly and took out his semi-erection. It seemed shorter than any of those I had recently been intimately acquainted with, but once I started to masturbate him and the blood flowed to his member there was a noticeable increase in size. In fact his was the biggest I'd had hold of all week, length matched by girth.

I employed the technique that had only recently served Asok so well, although the confines of space under the bar overhang made things harder. Additionally we were at least partly protected by the hang of Christian's jacket and I was anxious to preserve that particular status quo. Christian's face remained impassive, although his erection spoke for him and secretly I was just a little pleased at my technique and its effect.

There was a blur in Christian's lap and it took a moment for me to realise he'd thrown my knickers back into my lap. I was surprised, for this was a gentlemanly move I had not expected. Unfortunately my instincts were well attuned, as through a mixture of Gallic mime and lip-reading I came to understand that Christian wanted me to wrap my knickers around his erection and wank him off using them. With a well-timed fake laugh I made Richard think that I was paying attention to him, as I wrapped my knickers around my left hand. I resumed masturbating Ben's friend, ensuring that the expensive material was sandwiched between my hand and Christian's erection. My action was slower now, allowing Christian to focus on the exquisite friction created by the lacy material, and even I was forced to mentally concede that the sensations were enjoyable.

As my fist passed over the head of Christian's cock, I became aware of the growing dampness. To his credit his face never changed, and he remained looking as surly and miserable as when we were first introduced. My arm was starting to get tired, and I needed to bring this to a resolution and hopefully convince Richard to leave. Squeezing a little tighter I accelerated the movement of my hand too, and I think I saw Christian flinch just a little. I rolled his foreskin to and fro, from shaft to glans and back again, and I found I was imagining the feel of his cock in my mouth; the heat and taste, the intricate patterns formed by skin, vein and muscle. Realising that that was perhaps a little unhealthy in the current situation, I decided to risk an extra effort to bring Christian off. The extra speed and effort I employed made Christian strain, the signs evident in his face and demeanour. I knew I could not keep up that pace for two much longer in the position we were in, although surprisingly enough Christian seemed quite happy.

"Caitlin?" asked Richard, leaning forward to see past his son whilst I (after the immediate split-second rush of panic had subsided) slowed my pace down so as not to look too strained. There was a grunt from my left; I assume either Christian was annoyed with me for slowing down as his orgasm approached, or expressing his amusement that my boyfriend was talking to me whilst I wanked off another man. Either way I was happy that Richard couldn't see what I was up to from that angle. "Can I get you anything?"

"I'm fine thank you," I indicated, holding up my wine glass to indicate it was half-full. Now my masturbating technique had to slow to its most leisurely in order not to make the red liquid slop over the side of the glass. This was simply Richard remembering I existed and paying attention; within seconds he was talking to Ben again, which really pissed me off. It almost made me want to look after Christian properly...

Safely forgotten I resumed wanking Christian, but with extra vigour. Christian raised an eyebrow and I smiled at him demurely whilst I tried to sip my wine. The heat from Christian's penis was evident even through the material of my knickers; if they had still been fulfilling their original function they'd still have been covering aroused, excited sex organs. It was almost as though my little interaction here with Christian was a way of getting revenge on Richard for being ignored, and therefore I could overcome my initial reluctance and distaste for what I was being made to do and where I was doing it.

My enthusiasm must have been reflected in my performance, because it was less than a minute later that Christian started to look very intense and made low guttural noises while exhaling. I knew that his orgasm must be close and it suddenly struck me that this had taken Christian by surprise, partly because he never expected to be getting a hand job, and partly because he didn't expect such a polished performance. I could see a dark, wet patch in the material stretched taut over the head of Christian's cock, and, smiling, determined to look Christian in the eye whilst he came, just to let him know that I was not a woman to be underestimated. I couldn't tell whether his expression was a sneer, or just a grimace as he attained the plateau where he would find his orgasm. He grunted, once, and I could feel the ripple of muscles and veins as the sperm shot through his penis and out through the slit, only to be constrained by the flimsy material of my black lace knickers. Christian did his best not to fold double and I wanted to continue wanking him, only for him to grab my wrist as his penis reached that point of sensitivity that makes men want to be left alone. I felt my knickers pulse as though alive as Christian's spunk bubbled up inside the material. Unable to touch him I simply held the material in place in so the semen did not escape. The whole time I kept smiling at Christian who eventually folded, unable to meet my gaze.

Withdrawing my hand I picked up my glass and drained it, tapping my son-in-law to be on the arm to indicate that I wished my drink to be refreshed. Glancing quickly at his friend's lap as I saw him smirk, an expression that grew into a grin as their eyes accidentally met with Christian looking just a little sheepish. Richard excused himself to visit the WC and I smiled at Ben, feeling surprisingly pleased with myself. Christian caught this look and threw my knickers at me, acting annoyed that a woman had somehow bested him.

"Do something with these," he harrumphed. I laughed and made to stash them into my purse, making a mental note to be rather more careful mounting and dismounting stools. Before I could do that Ben gently but firmly took hold of my hand.

"You'll need to be careful, if you're going to parade about with no panties on underneath a dress that short," he cautioned.

"I don't intend to parade about," I announced, indignantly, "but all the same I thank you for trying to look after me." Unfortunately I had misread Ben's intentions. He wasn't looking out for me; he was simply siding with his friend.

"I think that perhaps it would be safer if you put your knickers back on, rather than ran the risk of unintentionally flashing your private parts." He looked perfectly serious.

"I can't wear them now, they're..." I paused, not really wanting to say out loud what the problem was. "They're dirty."

"Caitlin, put them back on," he commanded, as Christian sat smirking behind me. I didn't want to and my expression said as much. "You will put them back on, Caitlin. My father will be back from the bathroom shortly. Do you really want to be caught pulling your knickers up when he returns?" There was a look on his face, pleasant yet undeniably stern, which made me think whether I should really be arguing with him. Without breaking free from his stare I found I was untangling my knickers, conscious of the sticky, warm fluid dripping free onto my hand. I leant forward, putting my right foot in first, then my left. I pulled them up as far as I could from a sitting position, then shuffled forwards off the stool and dropped to my feet so I could complete the job.

"Pull them up tight," Ben commanded. I could feel Christian's semen squelching in my knickers, as obviously was Ben's intention. The schoolboy grin replaced the headmaster gaze and he took a step towards me. Our chests were just touching as his right hand started to gather up the material of my short dress, until Ben's fingertips brushed lightly against my knickers. Letting the material drop, he walked his fingers up to the waistband of my knickers and took hold of it, making sure my knickers were pulled up as far as they could be, which they were. My eyes inexplicably dropped to the floor as he started to rub me through my knickers, exploring my exposed lips, touching my aroused and tender clitoris, all of them now coated with Christian's spunk. His intentions were not to arouse me, or bring me to climax; he simply wanted to enforce the humiliation I felt at this moment.

Seeing his father emerge from the WC Ben removed his hand and took a step back so it merely looked as though we were in conversation. I'd been crowing mentally at being able to bring Christian off so quickly, and now I felt like a naughty schoolgirl. I wanted to leave now, get away from these two. I looked up at Richard as he approached, a frown breaking across my face.

"Richard, I have a headache," I whimpered, taking his hand in mine before hurriedly replacing it with the other as I realised it was the hand that still had dips of Christian's sperm on it. "Do you think it would be okay if we left?"

"I don't mind, in fact I'm quite hungry. Would you mind if we picked up something to eat along the way?" I didn't mind at all, as long as we just left quickly. "So how are you two getting on?"

"Oh, Caitlin's just a treasure! Far too good for you, Dad," he laughed.

"Well, I'm glad you're getting along. Say, you two both work in the city centre. Why don't you plan to meet up for a sandwich or something?"

"Well, I don't mind if Caitlin doesn't?"

"Ah, no, that would be very nice..." I soothed. What else could I say?

"Well then, that's great. I suppose the nearest place to us is the burger joint on West Street-", he said, trying not too hard not to grin.

"I think I know which you mean." Oh, but he's good. The force is strong in this one all right.

"Shall I give you a call?"

"Ummm, I'm not always the easiest to get hold of," I murmured in a placating tone. "Why don't you drop me an email instead?" Emails are far easier to ignore, I thought, fishing a business card out of my purse for him. It seemed the most painless way to fob him off. He took it from me and looked it over, turning it over between his fingers two or three times.

"An email it is then."