Right Fit

It was only my second time at the club.  The first time was fun enough, which led me to come back.  After doing a horrible job at parking my car, I joined the line out the door, hand in hand with Beth.  The energy was high, and so was my heart rate.  Beth was a pro; she practically lived there.  After a substantial amount of waiting patiently, we were in.  Beth immediately saw people she knew, embraced them, and introduced me.  “This is my friend, Allison,” she said over and over.

            In the locker room, I stripped down to the bare necessities.  That night I was sporting a black wireless bra with light pink lace lining the rim with a matching black lace thong and black boots.  Beth was wearing all black as well.  She had on a black lace bra, a black string thong, and a silk corset.  She looked beautiful.  Her makeup looked like a pin-up girl and her hair hung loose in all of its dark, wavy glory.  I, on the other hand, had no time for makeup, so I was pretty natural looking.  My short hair barely brushed my shoulders.

            Exiting the locker room, we entered the main atmosphere.  Music pierced my ears, the smell of sweat and sex singed my nose, and the bare skin of various people brushed mine as I moved through the club.  Beth saw a woman she knew and introduced me.  The woman was surrounded by a larger group which included both sexes. 

            “Allison, this is Darcy,” she introduced me.

            “Nice to meet you,” I replied, receiving a friendly hug from her.

            The rest of the group introduced themselves as well.  There were four of them.  There was Darcy, who was Beth’s friend, Chris, Will, and Mackenzie.  They were all very welcoming.  We all found a seat in a private room to talk with each other, to get to know each other.  That’s very important in this setting – getting to know people first.  We ended up following Beth to watch her be tied to a cross and flogged at her own will. She seemed to enjoy it from the noises she made.  I was growing tired and dehydrated fast, though.  Chris, who had been watching me all night, offered to take me to get some water.  We went upstairs to the water fountain and found many couples entertaining themselves privately.  Unfortunately, the only water fountain was in the middle of it.

            As we left the area, we were soon caught in a narrow corridor.  Chris whispered in my ear, “Would it be completely absurd if I wanted to kiss you right now?”

            “I wouldn’t mind,” I breathed in his ear.

            As I turned around, he placed his hands on my cheeks to pull me in and gave me a sweet, gentle kiss.  Although the kiss was soft and tender, it was full of passion and intensity.  I felt my cheeks become hot to the touch, and a shiver ran through my body.  When we returned, we came to find that Darcy was now the subject of the recreational beatings on the cross. 

            Much occurred during the following hour.  There was a lot of conversation, caressing, and laughing.  Chris’s hands felt my body like one touches something they can’t have.  We were hanging around the pole where Mackenzie was dancing when Beth called me over to meet her friend Dean.

            “Would you be okay if he joined us for some fun?” she asked after the main introductions.

            “Yeah, sure. Can we invite Chris?” I intrigued.

            “Yeah, and how about Darcy?”

            Beth called both of them over and invited them to our intimate party. 

            Finding a private room was hard enough.  Plenty of rooms with windows for walls were available, but Darcy preferred privacy, and honestly, so did I.  In the back corner of the third floor, we found a dark room with no lights.  Inside was only a frameless bed and a quaint table.  The bed filled the bulk of the room, as it was the most important piece.

            Things were a bit uncomfortable at first, but we all eased into the situation.  The first thing we all did was remove all clothing, which wasn’t a task for the men as they were already completely bare.  Once we were prepared, the tension slipped away as hands wandered and lips frolicked.  Chris began kissing Darcy as Beth started out with Dean.  Meanwhile, I was getting hands-on attention from both Chris and Beth.  Soon, Chris separated from Darcy once he realized my availability and Beth became preoccupied with Darcy and Dean simultaneously.

            As Chris kissed me fervently, I felt the sharp stubble on his chin tickle me.  His hands seemed to be everywhere at once as his lips explored the entire area between my mouth and my chest.  Soon, though, that area expanded as he drifted south.  As soon as his tongue touched my softest spot, I felt a shock surge through my body.  As he continued, my body pulsed and twitched with every movement. 

            Our pleasurable gathering persisted as bodies burst in excitement, everyone’s skin collided, and lips met in complete and utter synchronization.  As the night neared morning, the group thinned.  Darcy left to watch Mackenzie dance on a pole, Beth left to bring Darcy her shoes, and Dean didn’t want to stick around after Beth was gone.

            Somewhere along the way, a hidden solitary light in the room was turned on.  It was green, which illuminated the room in an alien café type of way.  The room was still dark since the light was not too bright.  I could see the outline of Chris’s features as he moved toward me.  We sustained the routine of intimacy until my body shattered in bliss. 

            When all the sex and reactive movement had come to an end, though, we were left lying in a small heap on the disheveled bed.  His arm was wrapped around my waist and it felt like refuge.  I could feel his warm breath brush the back of my neck.  I felt every part of him fit right into me like a mold.   I hadn’t felt this kind of fit since my last love – the one I spent over a year of my life loving. 

            He said to me, “We fit together nicely, don’t we?”

            And I replied, “I tend to agree.”

            His body seemed glued to mine in the most comfortable way.  The space between us was negligible.  I had not felt that physically comfortable with another human being for a long time, and that memory only brought pain now.  This new feeling of comfort brought joy and thrill and peace.  He held me like I was his now, except it was as if I was not to be owned.  After bringing me to the edge and over, he clutched onto me like I was his last breath.  And, dear God, that felt so good.  It felt like honey gliding down my throat, like a soft hand on my cheek, like lips trapped on my neck.  It’s rare to find the right fit.  I’d only done it once before, but this time was different.  It was different because I didn’t have to try so hard.