(Re)Discovering Myself - Chapter II - Sex Stories

(Re)Discovering Myself - Chapter II

... screwing him over. I delved back into my warm wet honey-pot and fucked myself to bliss. Quickly I changed into a different t-shirt that the hospital had given me, chuckling at the design on the front and neatened my hair. --- We set off into the sun, which was less bright than it had been earlier, chatting about nonsense things, James telling me where we were going and answering as many of my questions as he could. He was a tall guy, slim, strong, you could tell that he worked out in some of his limited free time. You couldn't see the muscles that I thought may be hidden under his t-shirt through the thin jacket he had on. He told me he didn't currently have a relationship, and that he didn't know when he next would. Sex was a conversation that he had put strictly off the table though. By the time we reached the coffee shop I was ravenous and ready to try anything and everything. James and I sat at one of the tables and he offered to get the first round of drinks and cake in, and decided to surprise me. He brought back a small latte with a sliver of white chocolate chip cake, which naturally, I devoured. The afternoon went on to evening in this manner, trying different coffees and cakes until we were full to bursting, our hands occasionally touching, small jolts of electric through my body at the touch of another person left me wired, though it could have just been the coffee. The afternoon went on in much the same manner, though some flirting did follow. Could I see ...

... anything happening with this man? I wasn't sure. Would I let it happen if I could see it? Would I mind if it did? We retired back to the flat for a while, dossing around and watching stupid tv, laughing at the silly things people were doing. It was then decided that it was peak time for me to go and experience a club for the first time, for what may be the second time, or the first, who was to know? --- We reached the club, James negotiating with the bouncers over my lack of ID, (there may have been some bribery going on but I was already a little buzzed) because guess who managed to look under 21? Yep. You got it. Me. James was alright, he had no trouble getting in, looking clearly about 25, and so he remained unquestioned. The music was loud, the alcohol cheap, and the floor a little sticky. Just what you needed on a night out. I found myself dancing to the music, unaware if this was something I would have done before, but embracing whatever this was now. Shots of all varieties, were downed, bottles of Smirnoff Ice protected, heartbeats were increasing. Hands were touching my body, some on my ass, others trying for more inappropriate places. James was like a hawk though, batting them away as our levels of intoxication steadily rose. At one point, I found myself sandwiched between James and a girl from a couple, her boyfriend dancing, well, grinding up on her ass, she on mine and James keeping an eye on them from in front of me, his hands holding my hips, keeping me close. So close ...