Langley Circle Beginning Ch. 07

"I guess yeah."

"And there I was, thinking it was little me getting you all unnecessary."

"God no Bella, I wouldn't. I mean it's not that you are not. I mean I would... I mean shit."

Bella laughed. "I'm teasing you. Just hug me Mr Parker, it's ok."

He lapsed into silence, and hugged her tightly, inhaling her scent and instantly feeling guilty again. "Right, we best get to bed."

Bella feigned a shocked expression. "Mr. Parker! Well I never."

"I mean, I should go, and you should..." He stuttered to a stop; she was grinning at him. "You're teasing me again."

Bella nodded, leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek. "Good night Mr. Parker." She gave a last wiggle, and clambered off, skipping to the stairs. He turned to watch her go, and she looked back at him, swooning dramatically. "Mrs. Parker is so lucky!"

Dean sat in a daze, the blush heating up his cheeks, well aware that the whole exchange had done nothing whatsoever to soften his erection, the opposite in fact. He waited in the darkness for a few more minutes, after hearing no further sounds, drained the last of his scotch, and made his way upstairs for a shower.

.........

Dean climbed into bed feeling refreshed. Throughout his time in the bathroom, he hadn't been able to stop thinking about Beth, and Megan, and Bella. His hardness had not once waivered. He lay on his back, and stared at the ceiling, images of the three women swimming around his head. He tried to focus on only his wife, and block the other two out, but it wasn't happening. Bella kept wriggling on his lap, and Megan was dancing provocatively around him, bending over showing him her arse and calling him daddy, which was very confusing.

Giving in, he closed his eyes, and let the unfiltered images flow through him, as he reached down and began to stroke himself. He slid his hand along the length of his cock, drawing his foreskin up over the tip, and then back down in long slow movements. He could feel his lust growing as the images became more intertwined, with the three women interacting with each other for his pleasure. He reached down with his other hand, and cupped his balls as he picked up the pace. His heart rate quickened, and he squeezed the head of his cock gently, a drop of pre cum smearing around the crown. The sheet was hindering his pleasure; he shrugged it off to one side. He quickened his pace as images of Beth and Megan kissing, mingled with pictures of Bella bending over and lifting her nightshirt. He felt like he was performing for them in his mind, and they were egging him on all the time, urging him to jerk his cock hard and fast for them.

He was suddenly gripped by an intense feeling of being watched, and his eyes flicked open as his hand continued to move rapidly up and down his shaft. A glint of light flashed to his right, and he glanced at the mirror on the dressing table, which was showing a clear image, through a gap in the door, of a figure crouching in the hallway.

He knew instantly who it was, and that he should stop what he was doing, but he didn't. He continued to stroke his hardness while staring at Bella in the mirror. Her eyes were glued to his cock, as she knelt in the doorway, one hand moving rapidly beneath her nightshirt. His arousal rocketed, and he felt his balls draw up. His breathing quickened, and as he continued to stare at Bella, he felt his pleasure building to a climax. He pumped his fist rapidly, tensing his muscles as the first jet of cum shot forcefully from the head of his cock. He grunted, and puffed out his cheeks as he stroked his shaft, spilling his cum on his thighs and stomach.

A soft cry came from the doorway, and he watched as Bella slumped to one side, hand jammed between her legs, her body shuddering. The whole time, she never once took her eyes from his manhood, as he continued to stroke it for her, even pulling his hand to one side to show clearly that his cock was coated with his cum, and still throbbing.

He lay, panting softly for a moment, and then closed his eyes as the realisation of what he had done came crashing down on him. When he opened them again, Bella was gone.

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Beth jolted awake to the sound of her mobile phone beeping next to her head. She blinked rapidly, staring around, trying to remember where she was. The plastic bin sitting next to the bed brought it all back to her. Megan was nowhere to be seen, but Beth thought she could hear the distant sound of the shower. She glanced down at the message on her phone.

'I take it you are staying?'

It was almost 3am. She tapped out a quick reply.

'Yeah, Megan is doing better, conscious and in the shower again. Too tired to come home now, will catch a cab in the morning. All ok?'

'I loved your video. Call me when you surface tomorrow. Love you loads. Xxxx'

That was odd; Dean didn't normally go in for the multiple kisses sign off. It was unusual to get even one kiss on a message from him, let alone four. He had also dodged her question. Her train of thought was interrupted, as Megan came back into the room wrapped in a towel.

"Sorry, did I wake you?"

"No, message from Dean. Are you feeling ok?"

"Yes, a hell of a lot better. I woke up, and just felt like I needed another shower. I did have one when I got home, didn't I? Wait, I am not even sure how I got home."

Beth smiled. "Well, I promised I would fill in the blanks about this evening, and seeing as we are both awake, shall we do that now?"

"Please. It's weird, not to mention a bit scary, not knowing what I did all evening. I got quite a shock waking up to find you in my bed, but then flashes of the evening started coming back. I thought you'd have left by now though." She turned away, dropping her towel, and pulled out a nightshirt from a drawer. She paused briefly, before slipping the shirt over her head, turning back around with a questioning look. "Are you wearing--"

"Unicorns? Yes." Beth lowered the duvet to show her.

"Oh that is cute on you," she said trying not to laugh, "but boy, that's snug."

"Trust me, it's more comfortable than that dress would have been. Sorry if I shouldn't have taken it."

"No, no it's fine. God I think I owe you a hell of a lot more than the loan of a nightshirt." Megan climbed back into bed, and made herself comfortable next to Beth. "OK, let's hear it, and don't pull any punches. I need to rip this Band-Aid off."

.........

Megan stared numbly down at her lap. "I can't believe they would do something like that. I mean, I didn't get on with Katie, but slipping me a pill, or whatever it was, that's just crazy. Why would she do that?"

"One thing I remember overhearing in the loo," Beth said, "was that she said something about the job should have been hers."

"For fucks sake, well that might partially explain it at least. I imagine she went for the same job, and when she lost out to me, it appears she took that as a personal slight. What a total bitch."

"Anyway, Dean has spoken with David, and between them and the Manager of the venue, I expect it will get sorted. Hopefully they can glean something from the CCTV, and the tests on the shot glasses should reveal what she put in there. I suppose then you might have to decide whether you want to involve the police."

Megan's eyebrows shot up. "I never thought about that."

"What they did, it was illegal. You could've ended up in hospital, or even died."

Megan sighed, falling silent for a long while. Eventually she shrugged and looked over at Beth. "So is that all of it? Sounds like the worst was that I danced like a zombie slut for a bit. To be honest I've done that once or twice without even being on drugs."

Beth giggled softly. "Yeah that's probably the worst of it."

"Probably? Come on, I need the full list of indiscretions."

"You sure? Most of it is not worth worrying about."

"My policy is that it's always better to hear all the daft things you did from a friend, rather than being told them by someone you don't like the next day."

"OK. Well let's see. You and I danced together for quite a while, in what could be considered a rather provocative manner, although I certainly don't regret that. Dean seemed to enjoy watching it too."

"OK." Megan dragged the word out thoughtfully. "I think I can deal with that. Actually it's a shame I don't remember it, sounds like we made a good team."

"Yeah, not bad once I took my 5 inch heels off."

"Christ, I must have been head-butting your boobs," Megan said with a chuckle.

"Well you did get up close and personal with the girls a bit later, but you remember that right?"

Megan squinted and seemed to think for a long moment, before her eyes went wide. "Oh when I got out of the shower?"

"Yep." Beth said smiling broadly.

"Oh god Beth, I'm sorry. I do remember that now."

"Megan, stop apologising, and stop saying thank you."

"OK, OK. What else?"

"Well when Dean was carrying you into the house you did call him daddy, and say that you had been naughty." Megan closed her eyes and sighed. "Shortly after that, you called me mummy too." Beth was desperately trying not to laugh.

Megan blushed. "Oh god."

"Seems like a pattern there," Beth said. "What's that about?"

Megan squinted at her doubtfully. "You really want to know?"

"Sure, you won't get any judgement from me."

"I kind of have a little bit of a mummy and daddy fantasy thing. I also enjoy a bit of little play at times too, but that's rarely sexual."

"Oh," Beth said, "well each to their own."

"Look--"

"Megan, stop. No judgement and no apologies, remember?"

Megan nodded slowly and smiled.

"I think that's pretty much it to be honest, other than something Dean mentioned which happened much earlier in the evening."

Megan looked at her warily. "Oh?"

"He said that at one point he thought you were staring at him in a strange way. Full of desire and yearning I think his words actually were. But then he realised you were staring at someone else behind him, and when you noticed him, you blushed furiously and ran away into the crowd."

"Er, actually, I think I do remember that... Oh." She trailed off into silence.

Beth grinned at Megan, "I guess someone caught your eye. Who was it? Who did that to you? Anyone I know?"

Megan blinked rapidly for a moment before taking a deep breath and turning to face Beth. "Actually, yes. It was you."

"Me? What do you mean?"

"Yes, you. Oh god I can't believe I'm doing this."

"What are you doing?" Beth frowned in confusion.

"Mrs. Parker. Beth. Ever since I accidentally saw that photograph of you on your husband's phone, something has happened to me. I can't stop thinking about you, about how beautiful you are. You're totally gorgeous, brilliant and confident, and to be frank"--Megan looked away and blushed--"I have a massive crush on you." She buried her head in her hands and groaned.

Beth was stunned. Why on earth would Megan have a crush on her? As she began to think this through however, things started clicking into place. The comment she made about the photo to Dean; the look at the party; the dancing. It was Beth she was trying to impress, not Dean.

"Oh my," she whispered. Her breath caught in her throat, and a nervous tingling began to build deep inside her. The heat rose to her face. "Megan, this is so unexpected."

"I shouldn't have said anything; I have made things weird now haven't I?"

"No no, it's fine. Just give me a moment to process."

Megan turned and looked at her with an expression of hope and vulnerability.

"I'm nothing special Megan, a bit over the hill to be honest. Maybe it was just something about that picture, the uniform perhaps."

Megan got to her knees and shuffled closer to her. "Beth, don't do that. You are stunningly beautiful. Don't you dare put yourself down like that; and yes, there was something special about that photo. It went straight to my gut and shook it all up. I'm a bit of a dress up and roleplay kind of girl, but it's hard to find others that like it as much as I do. Seeing that photo was like nectar to a bee, a flame to a moth, or honey to Winnie the Pooh."

Beth barked out a laugh, and brought her hand up to stifle further nervous giggles.

"I'm a pretty up front sort of girl," Megan said. "So I won't mince my words, and if you turn me down then I won't go weird." She paused and took another deep breath before continuing. "Beth, I find you captivating, intriguing, and utterly, utterly sexy. I have had more inappropriate thoughts about you in the last few weeks than about anyone else I care to mention."

"Megan--"

"Wait please, let me finish. I know you're married, and I don't want to damage that, I just want to know if there is any chance that I can somehow be in your life at times and, in your bed." This last she said softly while staring down at her hands.

Beth lifted the younger woman's chin up, and stared deeply into her eyes. She leant forward and hesitantly touched her lips to Megan's. After a few seconds when the world seemed to stop spinning for Beth, her passion ignited explosively. The two women began kissing hungrily, their tongues eagerly exploring one another's mouths. The kiss deepened and grew more passionate, both women breathing heavily and moaning, neither wanting to stop for fear of killing the moment.

Eventually, Beth was the one to pull back, leaving Megan staring at her with a burning need. "Beth, I want you," she said, her voice breathy and urgent. "I need you!"

"Megan," Beth said, stroking the woman's face gently. "I can feel your desire, and believe me, there is desire in me too. It may have only just been sparked now, but it is there, and it is strong. Part of me wants to give into it right now and lose myself in you"--Megan's chest heaved, and her baby blue eyes glistened--"But, I can't." Beth pursed her lips.

The young woman gasped as if the words had caused her physical pain. She swallowed hard and looked away, crestfallen.

"Wait, let me finish," Beth said. She turned Megan's face back to her, and saw a single tear running down her cheek. "I can't cheat on Dean. I simply won't do it. But, maybe there is a way." She traced the tear back up Megan's cheek and brought the finger to her lips. "Perhaps if I speak to him, maybe, just maybe, there is a way we can explore what there is between us with his consent, because I can't deny that I do feel it."

"You'd do that?" Megan asked, the words catching in her throat.

"Yes, I would. I will; I promise I'll talk to him this weekend. I want this too Megan."

"Wow." Megan barked out an emotionally charged laugh, tears of a different kind on her cheeks now.

"But Megan, I have to ask you something."

"What?"

"What if the only way we can explore this, is to include Dean. How would you feel about that?"

Megan blinked and then averted her eyes and giggled softly. "Oh, I think I would be down with that." She grinned, wiping the moisture from her eyes.

Beth grinned too. "I was hoping you'd say that."

Megan looked nervous again as she bit her lip, "Umm, I have something to confess."

"Something else?" Beth asked in surprise.

"Yes. Just after I saw that photo, I was working at my desk and... Well long story short, I accidentally overheard a phone call between you and Dean."

"OK," Beth said, not understanding initially where this was going. Then it hit her. "OH, that phone call?"

"Yes, that phone call. I really didn't mean to listen, but then I sort of did, and then I kind of couldn't stop."

"You heard Dean talking dirty to me? Could you hear my side of the conversation?"

"Bits of it yes, I turned the volume up very loud purposefully." The heat had returned to Megan's cheeks.

"Oh my, well that's a little--"

"Embarrassing?"

"I was going to say horny, but yes a little embarrassing too." She smirked making Megan giggle. "Did you like what you heard?"

"Oh yes," Megan said, "very much so. In fact I kind of played along at my desk."

Beth's mouth fell open and her eyebrows shot up. "You touched yourself at your desk while listening to us?"

Megan simply nodded.

"You are... Well, I am lost for words as to what you are."

Megan reached forward and stroked Beth's cheek, a look of adoration on her face. "I'm smitten is what I am. That, and also a horny little tart."

Beth laughed and pulled Megan into a hug. "Oh dear, what am I going to do with you?"

"I could think of a few things," Megan said, wrapping her arms around Beth. "This is nice for starters though, you give very good hugs."

"I think we should get some sleep, don't you?"

"Yes you're probably right." Megan nodded softly into Beth's shoulder. "Umm Beth? Would you hold me tonight? I still feel a bit wobbly about everything that has happened. I mean, I could have actually died if it hadn't been for you and Dean."

"Hey, you are OK. It's all going to be fine. And yes, I will hold you tonight." She eased Megan back out of the hug and gave her a chaste kiss on the lips. She smiled as the younger woman closed her eyes briefly, trying to hang on to the sensation of the kiss for as long as she could. "Now come on, snuggle back into me and let's get some sleep."

Megan turned away and wriggled back until her body was nestled neatly inside the curve of Beth's. Beth reached out and gently stroked her blonde hair, causing Megan to moan softly and practically purr with contentment. Beth relaxed into the pillow and luxuriated in the feeling of closeness. She had a lot to think about, not least the very delicate and important conversation she was going to have soon with Dean. She slowed her breathing and felt her aching muscles loosen as she cuddled into Megan and allowed her tiredness to take her into sleep.

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Next time on Langley Circle... Things come to a head for Nicky as she tries to further sort out the questions surrounding her sexuality, and in the light of day, both Beth and Dean have much to discuss, following the events after the company social.

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