Blue Room - Sex Stories

Blue Room

... tired of being like this?” Megan became unsettled by his tone, looking around them for a clue as how to respond. All she saw were swanky upscale urban couples like themselves and a mix of singles having drinks and enjoying the chill vibe of one of her favorite bars. Her gaze drifted toward the party tickets sitting between them and she remembered back to the night they’d first met at the electronic dance music festival. It was an annual industry event every labour day weekend that showcased an impressive line up of international DJs at a sprawling club complex in the city. She’d barely been 22 years old back then, in low slung jeans with a tiny scrap of green silk tied like a scarf over her perky breasts, glow-sticks in hand on a riser, her long blonde hair clinging to her sticky sweaty skin. There, she’d danced to the deep techno house music beats of Benny Benassi that seemed to rise like a low pounding from her core and up and out through every limb. She’d felt alive; alive with the promise of youth; alive with the inherent freedom of the moment; and alive with the possibilities the night had yet to reveal. And there he’d been through the thick crowd of partygoers, staring up at her lithesome tight body, giving her a private audience of complete and utter focus and infatuation. And lust. There’d been that too. Later, they’d merged into one hot coil of intensity on the dance floor. His hands had been everywhere, his mouth tasting her sweaty skin, the touch of his teasing ...

... fingers on her hips, sliding along the curve of her back and down into the low waistband of her jeans. They’d gone back to his loft and fucked for days on end, in his bed, on the floor, and under the hot spray of his shower, awakening everything vital and urgent within them that had made them feel like pure sexual beings. They’d bonded during those days of take-out delivery, sketched out and lounging, recovering from that night and getting to know each other in all the important intimate ways, both physically and emotionally. The connection had been undeniable. And now, five years later, Megan felt distinctly uncomfortable. That same sweaty party of more than 10,000 strangers felt an old worn memory from a place they’d left deep in the past. They were a couple now and while they were both barely into their late twenties, she felt like her mind had moved onto other more important things. They’d grown up after all, hadn’t they? She watched Shane’s eyes as he glanced back at her, and saw a smear of defeat. He was disappointed in her. In them. The silence between them began to feel stagnant, like water that was no longer running freely between them. While a sense of predictability and boredom had slowly been creeping into their relationship, Megan felt it very tangibly for the first time that night. He wanted this, she realized, to return to the place of their beginning. She felt her resolve starting to weaken despite everything within her that wanted to fight against what those ...