Promiscuous. R. Moreen Clarke
close friend of the hosts, and often acted in the capacity of second host, making sure all the guests were taken care of and had everything they needed. At six feet two inches tall, with a dark bittersweet chocolate complexion and well-formed muscular body, Marsh was rarely without female companionship. He was a successful real estate developer, and his financial stability rounded out the already appetizing package. Women fawned over him and competed for his attention on a regular basis.
He’d arrived at the cabin with a stunning dark-haired beauty. She was tall and slim with voluptuous enhanced breasts and a smooth mocha complexion. While the women snickered and whispered behind her back, referring to her as a Black Barbie doll, the men suddenly developed a newfound respect for Marshall. They were hoping to live vicariously through a few stories with him. But Marshall was a gentleman above all else, and kiss-and-tell boasting was not his style.
It was the gentleman and host in him that noticed how out of sorts Connie was, early on that weekend. Although they had not spoken more than a few words at previous meetings, he went out of his way to lift her spirits. He’d offered to take her canoeing. She agreed, because it was an opportunity to get away from the throng of guests milling around the cabin. They were out on the water about twenty minutes when she told him of her recent breakup. She felt comfortable talking with him and gave him her thoughts on why the relationship failed, and expressed her disappointment at being unsuccessful with men. He assured her it was not her fault; she simply hadn’t met the right man yet. She was staring reflectively out at the water, mulling over his statement, when they were hit with a sudden fierce rain shower.
As often happens in the “Sunshine State” of Florida, there had been no warning signs. One minute the sky was clear, and the next they were hit with a deluge.
By the time they reached the shore, they were both drenched. After assisting her from the canoe, Marsh grabbed her hand and they ran toward the cabin. As they reached the steps, he realized that if they rushed inside, they would track water all through the cabin.
He pulled her around to the shed behind the cabin, certain he could find towels inside. When they reached the shed, they both darted inside out of the pelting rain. Marsh searched until he found the pile of spare towels. He handed one to her and draped the second over his shoulders. They looked at each other and burst out laughing at their predicament.
Connie dried her hair and face with the towel he’d given her. Her eyes were filled with mirth, and twinkled up at him in the dim light of the shed. He thought she looked absolutely inviting. As his gaze traveled down her body, he noticed her wet cotton shirt was plastered against her firm round breasts. He felt a familiar stirring in his groin, and with the sole intention of trying to be a gentleman, he removed the larger towel from his shoulders and wrapped it around her shoulders.
He knew she was unaware her breasts and erect nipples were clearly visible to him through the thin cotton blouse she wore. Holding on to the ends of the towel, he pulled it snuggly around her shoulders and up under her chin.
She reached up to take the ends of the towel in her hand, and her hands touched his. His intention changed as the sensation of her warm hands on his lit a fire in the pit of his stomach. With the ends of the towel still in his grasp, he pulled her closer to him. She looked up to see him staring at her intently. It was clear what was on his mind. Alone in the shed, she knew it would be impossible to resist him.
Embarrassed by the naked desire she saw in his eyes, she tried to lighten the mood. “Hey” was all she was able to get out before he leaned down and kissed her. His lips were warm, soft and yet demanding at the same time. Tingling sensations raced through her body. Somehow she secretly knew it would be like this with Marsh. She willingly gave in to the desires raging inside and opened her mouth under the gentle pressure of his. The passion of their kiss deepened.
Connie began to feel weak in the knees as the tingling sensations traveled lower and settled in the depth of her feminine core. She offered no resistance as he walked her backward to a cot in the far corner of the shed. He lay down on the cot and pulled her down next to him. Overcome by her own physical desires, she was powerless to resist him. She nestled in the crook of his arm, and returned his kisses with equal ardor. His hand, which had been caressing her midriff, was moving up under the rising mound of her breast. Arching her back, she longed for the feel of his hands on her. She was not disappointed. His warm hand cupped her breast and he began massaging the sensitive bud of her nipple with his thumb. She could feel the moistness starting between her legs as the full length of his erect manhood was etched along her thigh.
They rode along with the waves of unbridled passion engulfing them. Marsh deftly began to unbutton her blouse. At the same time she reached over to unbuckle his jeans. An urgent need for physical connection spurred their actions. He eased her out of her blouse and unsnapped the front-hook bra she was wearing. Her breasts sprang free. He paused for a moment to behold the physical beauty of this woman in his arms, and then dipped his head to latch onto her nipple with his mouth.
She moaned aloud in pleasure as he teased the rigid peaks with his tongue. The sensations cascading through her body were driving her crazy with desire for him. Reaching inside his unzipped pants, she slipped her hand inside his briefs and touched the hard, yet velvety smooth, skin of his organ. A sharp intake of breath from Marsh let her know the pleasure he derived from her touch.
His attention turned back to her mouth. Her lips were trembling with anticipation as he began kissing her deeply again. His free hand now slipped inside the elastic waistband of her shorts. He found the pleasure spot he was seeking and began massaging her lightly. Waves of ecstasy cascaded through her body at his touch as he brought her to a fierce climax.
He released her and stood up to remove his jeans. Staring down at her, he hesitated for a brief moment, having second thoughts about what he was going to do next. The hesitation disappeared as she reached up for him. He climbed back on the cot and slid between her open and welcoming legs. She arched her back and raised her hips to accept him as he drove deep into the warm moist comfort of her body. Her fingers gripped the sinewy muscles of his biceps as the ensuing sensations overwhelmed them both. Their bodies met in a fierce union of passion and desire. Minutes later they lay spent in each other’s arms.
Reality and clarity returned more quickly for Marshall than for Connie. Concerned he’d allowed his passion to overrule his head and taken advantage of her in a vulnerable state, he asked, “Are you okay?”
Against the warmth of his chest, she murmured, “Yes.”
Instead of easing his concern, it was suddenly elevated. Connie was nestled in his arms like she belonged there. He, too, felt at peace having her there. But he knew she was still vulnerable from her last relationship. He also remembered he had not come to the cabin alone that weekend. He’d brought along a date, who was probably wondering where he was.
“Connie,” he started. She looked up at him and saw the concern in his eyes. She misinterpreted the look on his face as regret. Reality came crashing back. What had she done? In those wanton, lustful moments she had wanted to feel loved and desired. She’d lost her head and just made love to someone else’s man. It was something she never thought she would do. How could she face the woman now, knowing what she’d done?
“Oh, I’m…Oh boy…,” she said, suddenly feeling very naked, emotionally and physically. She sat up and reached for her bra and blouse. She snapped the hooks on the bra, but her trembling fingers had difficulty closing the buttons on the wet blouse. Marsh watched in silence as a tear trickled down her cheek. He zipped his pants and knelt in front of her and closed his hands over her trembling ones. She stopped attempting to button the blouse and allowed him to do it for her. Her tears continued to fall silently, wetting his hands. He leaned over and kissed her trembling lips.
“This was not your fault,” he said. “I shouldn’t have taken advantage of you, of your feelings. I’m sorry. I’d never hurt you for anything in the world, Connie. Believe me, I wouldn’t,” he finished earnestly, and pulled her into his arms.
“I know you wouldn’t, Marsh,” she said, and wiped the tears off her cheeks. Steeling herself, she continued, “Neither one of us was thinking beyond the moment. I can’t pretend to be