The Bar

You stood at the bar with your heart hammering in your chest and leg jerking up and down like a butterfly.

You had told Claire about the note and she had given a laugh that wouldn’t have sounded out of place coming out of some villain in a Disney movie.

“I told you she was a slut at heart!” Claire had told you as she had sunk onto your cock in the back seat of her car. Her blouse open and skirt pulled high. You had groaned at the pleasure and reached up, your hands unthinking finding themselves running over her stomach. It might have been your imagination but you where sure you could feel a bump there.

The thought had caught you off guard and, to your shock, you felt yourself starting to go soft inside her. Claire felt it to, lifting herself to let your quickly shrivelling cock flop onto your stomach.

“Something I said?” She joked with a smile as you covered your face.

“Fuck I’ve never had that happen before,” You said, your face burning bright. “Just a lot going on right now…”

Claire sighed and you felt her weight shift as, to your surprise, she leaned forward and wrapped her arms around you.

“I know, “She purred into your chest. “It’s a fuck ton of shit to take in as a young guy. I’m amazed you didn’t go soft before this, most guys your age would go flaccid as soon as they heard they had knocked someone up.”

Your cock twitched, “It’s not that,” you replied. “I don’t know what it is.”

“You are conflicted.” She said with certainty, looking up at you. “You want to do the right thing but the right thing isn’t fucking a baby into another man's wife and it isn’t knocking up the town whore.”

You didn’t answer and so Claire kept talking.

“Or maybe you don’t like the fact that you get off on it.”

That struck much closer to home and you shifted beneath her.

“Oh, that hit the nerve on the head or something like that.” Claire chuckled. “Nothing wrong with being turned on by it.”

“It is,” you mutter as you shift again if Claire wasn’t sitting in your lap and there was enough room to push her off without hurting her you would get away but you just had to avoid looking at her instead.

“So think about what she was like before,” Claire began to whisper in your ear. “Laying on her desk, your cum glistening on her stomach and tits. Leaking from her well-fucked cunt.”

You had flinched away from her words but your body had reacted, all the same, your cock starting to get hard again almost on command. Claire looked down and smiled.

“See, you want her. She wants you. Don’t worry so much.”

You had rolled your head back then, groaning partly in frustration and partly pleasure as Claire once again mounted you.

The memory makes your heart race and you turn towards the bar to hide your erection as you **** yourself to calm down.

When you turn around you catch sight of a woman in a red dress moving through the crowd. You find yourself staring in disbelief as Angela steps out from the crowd and smiles at you. Her normally frumpy clothes having now been replaced with a dress that shimmered in the lights of the bar, hugging her curves in a way that was at once explicit and yet reserved.

“Hi,” She said simply as you stared at her.