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  “Strange?” He reached up and scratched at his thinning hair.

  I was allowing myself to be maneuvered onto dangerous ground. “Well, I mean, she’s sort of wild.”

  “She’s not snorting lines of coke, is she?” He asked doubtfully.

  “No, heavens no!” I patted my sweater.

  “Well, who cares? You could use a little fun. I know I don’t get out of the house all that often…” He repaired appliances and just loved to sit home after work.

  “I don’t know if you want me being wild.”

  “What do you mean by wild?”

  “Well, we went and had some drinks.”

  He slapped his head and said, “We’ll need a priest to exorcise that sin from you.”

  “I’m being serious.”

  “And so am I. You’re way too serious about things, Andrea. Lighten up a little. Have some fun with her.”

  “Tommy… she likes to… I don’t know. Drink with other guys. Dance and—”

  “Well I’m sure she keeps it under control.”

  The image of her wedding ring sparkling on Branden’s cock and her mouth moving back and forth on his erection filled my head. Tingles spread up my pussy and I knew I would do my part in keeping her secret. I said with relish, “Yes, she does.”

  “Then take her lead and have fun. That’s why I pushed you to go.”

  “Hmm.”

  “What?”

  “You didn’t seem so free and easy when I told you about Dan at work.”

  “Dan?”

  “One of my coworkers. He’s always flirting with me.”

  “You never told me he always flirted with you.”

  “I told you.”

  Tommy leaned back in the easy chair. “I distinctly remember you telling me once that he asked you to lunch. And that you shut him down.”

  “Well, he makes insinuations.”

  My husband laughed. “Yeah, who doesn’t? Anyway, I’m sure you got a handle on that. If you don’t, I’ll kick his ass for you.”

  I sighed. My husband was not an easy man to get along with. He was hard and unyielding on a lot of things. “I don’t think beating him up is going to make things better.” I sat down on the couch near him. “Do you really think I need to loosen up?”

  He said drily, “A lot.”

  I frowned. “Gwen said Chris likes her being naughty. Are you wanting me to be naughty?”

  He matched my frown and studied me like a circuit board. “Naughty like how?”

  Again, I was allowing myself to be cornered. I firmed my lips, determined not to spill her secret. “I don’t know; she drinks and dresses… looser.”

  He muttered, “It might be good for you.”

  I tilted my head in consternation. “Do you think something’s wrong with me?”

  “Wrong? No. But you’re very uptight.”

  Yeah, no kidding. I have to watch what I say and do around you! But I didn’t want to argue about his hard emotions and personality.

  He said, “If Gwen can teach you how not to act and look like a matronly grandma—”

  I dropped my mouth open in outrage.

  He chuckled. “See? You really need to work on loosening up. Shit, Andrea, I deal with enough doing my job. I don’t need to come home and have you—”

  I didn’t like him cussing, but I was more angry at his implication. I placed my palm on my sweater. “I’m a problem?”

  He blew out a breath. “No, but loosen up. Laugh and have some fun. Let Gwen work her magic on you.”

  “And if that involves dancing with other men?”

  “So? I think you know the difference between dancing and dating.”

  “I do.”

  He held out his hands in the air. “And there you have it. She finally understands something.”

  I scowled and got up.

  He shook his head, unwilling to relent on his insinuations that I was the one who was difficult.

  Hard man.

  I would go with Gwen again, but what if she met some guy and wanted to blow him again?

  Tingles zig-zagged in me. If it wasn’t really sin, was it wrong if I was there? I needed to find out and the next day was Sunday.

  I wasn’t ready for what I learned.

  CHAPTER 4

  I sat at my desk days later, still thinking about the collapse of my Christian reality the previous Sunday.

  No, I surely hadn’t lost my faith, but my foundations had definitely been shaken. I hadn’t just talked to one of the associate pastors, but to Pastor Tom Truscott himself. He had leaned in during my little interview with the handsome assistant Gregg and decided on a whim to take over the consultation.

  I had learned in much better detail that Gwen had been speaking the truth. Without naming names, I had embarrassed Pastor Truscott but not flustered him. He had admitted that if the husband approved, it wasn’t sin.

  What really cemented everything for me was his recitation of the only two commandments Jesus had given: love your God with all your heart; and love your neighbor as yourself. All of the law was wrapped up in those two commandments. The rest was grace.

  And that was the “good news” of the gospel: we were free from sin. It was so vividly clear that I walked out of Trinity feeling like a newborn Christian again.

  Pastor Truscott had warned me that to focus and dwell on sin put me under the curse of the law and not to do it.

  I tapped quickly, entering another set of payroll figures into the system. Bentor Holdings was a shell corporation and I was a miniscule data entry clerk who would likely never rise above my current position. Everything above me required a college degree - and I didn’t have one.

  “Gee, I’d invite you to lunch, but I guess not, huh?” Dan was already passing by my cubicle.

  I stood up and looked over the divider. “You can ask.” It was a whim. A thread of danger and excitement wormed around in me like a slumbering dragon.

  He faltered and stumbled to a stop. He turned and looked at me suspiciously. Then he recovered some of his aplomb. “Oh, just so you can turn me down again?”

  I tried a smile but I wasn’t sure how it looked. “No, I mean it. If you want to take me to lunch, let’s go.”

  He blinked and his forehead went smooth. He reached up and scratched at his stubble with his left hand. His ring glinted under the fluorescents. “Well, sure, then. Let’s go.”

  “Give me about ten minutes.”

  “Yeah, all right… I’ll be in the parking lot.”

  I sat back down to finish the figures. Dan was a nice man, but married and flirty. People found him funny and amusing, but I had frowned with disapproval at his playfulness. Maybe lunch wouldn’t be so bad? Maybe I would have something to tell Gwen later tonight for our Friday girl’s night out.

  Why not?

  And if Dan got too flirty, I could simply put a stop to it.

  Easy.

  CHAPTER 5

  “So did you blow him?” Gwen sat, legs crossed, kicking one foot out over and over. She toyed with the straw of her margarita.

  “No!” I looked around feverishly to see if anyone had overheard. I had never been in The Broadway Blues before, but the place was just loud enough that our conversation was safe.

  Gwen touched my hand. “Andrea, no one cares.”

  “You keep saying things like that—”

  “Because it’s true.” She looked around a bit and pointed. “That guy over there.”

  “Huh?” I saw the man she indicated – a portly businessman occasionally scanning the bar.

  “If he was talking about blowjobs, would you care?”

  “No.”

  She held out her hands as if her point was obvious.

  I blew out a breath and rolled my eyes.

  She said, “You’re way too uptight about what other people think. Who cares what other people think?”

  “I’m not uptight.” But as soon as I was saying it, memories of my husband saying the exact same thing ran throu
gh my head. I pouted.

  Gwen just gave me a look that told me I had just proved her point. “So you talked to the pastor after the service last Sunday…”

  “With Gregg, but Pastor Truscott himself popped in and took over.”

  “Pastor Truscott?” Gwen’s surprise wasn’t uncalled for: Pastor Truscott was something of a celebrity - high profile, on TV, and broadcasting nationwide on radio.

  “He pretty much confirmed everything you said.”

  Gwen just watched me.

  I shrugged. “I hear from so many other pastors that anything sexual is a sin—”

  “And they’re wrong. It’s all just a guilt-trip.”

  “It’s all still hard to accept.”

  “What’s hard about it?”

  I tried to express my frustration to her. “I grew up being taught sex was sin.”

  “And that was wrong, so now that you know the truth, what’s the problem?”

  I drank some margarita. “It just doesn’t seem so easy as snapping fingers.”

  She pulled out her phone and began tapping. She normally did not touch her phone while we were having talks, so I was patient while she texted someone.

  When she was done, I asked, “What was that?”

  “Setting up a date for tonight.”

  I felt that familiar thrill tingle up my insides. “A date? Should I go?”

  She laughed. “No, silly, for us.”

  I was horrified. Or maybe more frightened. “For us? You can’t be serious.”

  “Why not? You said you went on a lunch date with that guy from work, so…?”

  “It wasn’t really a date…”

  Gwen sniffed and rolled her eyes. “Oh come on. You went to lunch alone with him.”

  “Well, sure, but we just talked.”

  She leaned over towards me and made her eyes really big. “You mean… you didn’t blow him?”

  I snorted and then coughed. “No!”

  “Did you tell your husband?”

  “Tommy? No, not yet.”

  “You should tell him.”

  I will. “It all seems so risky.”

  “Do you want to marry the guy?”

  “Dan? No.”

  “Then it isn’t risky. Was there flirting?”

  “Not really…”

  “Either there was or there wasn’t, Andrea.”

  I let my shoulders collapse and shook my head. “Well, no… He just talked about his Star Trek collection.”

  “Sounds thrilling.” Her foot kicked non-stop.

  “It wasn’t. Interesting, but not thrilling.”

  “So this was your big, salacious, sinful date, huh?”

  I laughed. “Stop it.”

  She said whimsically, “Angels are up there working overtime right now entering you into God’s Almighty Database of Grudges over this sin…”

  “Gwen…”

  Her phone chimed. She lifted it and said, “We’re on for tonight.”

  I felt mortified. “What did you arrange?”

  “Nothing, just for Branden to join us for drinks.”

  “Branden?”

  “Yeah, you know; the guy I blew last week.”

  “I know that.”

  She patted my hand. “Just smile a lot.”

  “That’s what I did with Dan, earlier.”

  She dropped her mouth open, mocking me. “You naughty woman, you.”

  Branden showed up less than a half hour later, grinning like a boy.

  I felt like I should leave them alone, but he shared his smile with me, too.

  Maybe I’ll just see how it all goes…

  CHAPTER 6

  Branden’s apartment was mostly clean and tidy. I was impressed.

  I was also uncertain as to whether or not I should be here. Despite Gwen’s reassurances, and Pastor Truscott’s compelling message of liberty, I felt guilty for even stepping foot inside this man’s apartment.

  My friend might have been oblivious, but I was not. I spotted a stuffed animal holding a heart – a sure sign of a Valentine’s Day gift. I asked, “You’re married?”

  Branden’s face fell. “Nah, engaged.”

  An imperious tone entered my speech. “And why are we here?”

  “She’s having second thoughts. Cold feet, I don’t know. She went off on a vacation with her ex to sort it all out.”

  I was taken aback, knocked off my high horse. “Oh…”

  “Drinks?” he asked.

  Gwen mumbled, “I think we’ve had enough.”

  “Oh come on… Rum and coke?”

  “Okay, fine.” My friend relented too easily.

  I shrugged and nodded, allowing myself to be pulled along by the strength of her surety. The guilt remained, though in much lesser force. I asked, “What’s her name? Your fiancé?”

  “Mary.” He stood in the kitchen and looked at us over the separating counter.

  “A vacation with her ex, huh?”

  He admitted, “Probably to get one last fuckathon in with his supposedly bigger cock.”

  I laughed incredulously. “And why are you engaged to her?”

  “She’s fun. I don’t know; I love her.”

  “And last week?” I indicated Gwen who was just watching and listening.

  He waved a hand and made a dismissive noise. “Who turns down a freebie?”

  “What if you had been married?”

  He looked respectfully chastened as he carried the glasses around the counter to us. But his words were very different. “I’ll take a free blowjob any time. That’s not cheating.”

  “But another person is sucking you off, not your Mary.”

  “So? Sucking isn’t cheating.” He handed me a glass. “Intercourse is cheating, biblically.”

  I drank a gulp just for something to do as I considered every passage I knew about adultery.

  Gwen giggled. “You stymied our Guilt-Goddess.”

  I huffed, “I am not Guilt-Goddess. I resent that insinuation.”

  “Yes, your Majesty.”

  I made a pointed effort to impress on her my seriousness. “Gwen!”

  She scooted over to me on the couch and draped one leg over both of mine. She gripped me in a half hug and stuck her mouth to my ear. “This is cheating, too, isn’t it? Just being so close?”

  “Of course not.”

  “But if I were to touch you?” Her tongue darted into my ear.

  I squawked and shivered from the sudden intense tingles that raced down my back and up my pussy. Was she right? Wrong? What was I feeling?

  Confused.

  Gwen took a long drink and set her half empty glass down. “You’re way too tense, darling. Branden, come here and give her a neck massage.”

  I gasped, “I don’t need a neck…”

  I was quieted by his strong presence on my right. I trembled at his proximity.

  Gwen’s hand kneaded at my shoulder. “She’s all tense.”

  Branden grumbled, “Relax, Andrea. Your sacred virginity is safe with me tonight.”

  I exclaimed, “I’m not a virgin!”

  Both of them snickered.

  He added, “Gwen on the other hand…”

  My friend admonished him, “You naughty boy, this is a date for the three of us and not anything more. Maybe another time.”

  He grunted, “All right…”

  I was getting dizzy. He had added his hands to hers on my shoulders and I was getting a great massage on some very tense muscles I hadn’t known were there. I felt like I was melting. As a defense from falling over, I downed most of my drink until there was just a finger or two left in the tumbler. I let out a long sigh of relief as stress was banished in increasing increments. I hummed happily.

  I also relished the forbidden tingles that raced up my pussy, though I didn’t know who caused those. Him or her? Which? I was no lesbian and had never thought of it. But if they were for him, was I falling to temptation? The sin of being attracted to another man? It was a sin, wasn’t it
?

  And then Pastor Truscott’s advice filtered through my normal level of mental noise: those whom Jesus had set free were free indeed. I was violating no commandments here.

  I let my head drop forward and my eyes close.

  I swooned in pleasure at the overwhelming relief emanating from my shoulders and neck. I could’ve sat here all night getting this done. But I was surprised to stiffness as a hand wedged between my thighs and brushed the material of my slacks over my clit.

  I gasped in shock, mouth wide open as I looked at Branden with accusation and horror.

  It wasn’t his hand.

  I jerked my head around to Gwen.

  Her smoky look and playful eyes left me speechless. Even more so when she leaned in a little and kissed me. Her daring lips pressed against my open mouth and her darting tongue invaded my sanctity. I was so stunned that we were kissing before I could do or say anything against it.

  Her mouth and lips were soft – so much softer than my husband’s. I was swept up as my guilt was swept aside. Without realizing it, I relaxed my thighs and her hand began moving with more force down there.

  I began trembling at the well of sensations that rose and consumed my dry and stingy interior. I was filled from top to bottom with energy and vitality. My pussy ached. My nipples hardened.

  And all without violating my husband’s understanding that I wasn’t going to be dating men, only dancing with them.

  As it was, this little get-together was skating the line. Gwen had assured me it was less a date because it was a date for all three of us and a proper date was just a man and woman alone.

  None of that meant anything to me.

  Not until the kiss broke and ended.

  I panted and gasped and then froze in dismay. During the kiss, I had lost all sense of immediacy in the moment. Now it wasn’t Gwen touching me and rubbing my pussy through my slacks, it was Branden.

  Gwen smiled supportively at me and winked. She said, “Branden, that’s enough. This was supposed to be about softening up her guilt, not you getting your jollies.”

  He made a noise and removed his hand. His other hand had been caressing my breast and I hadn’t even realized it.