Episode 104
EPISODE 104
ORGASMUS INTERRUPTUS
Ariel
I close my eyes as Sebastian moves the fabric of my panties out of the way and parts my pussy lips with his warm fingers. Never thought I’d be fingered while sitting on a toilet, but when he slides one into me, I don’t care.
It’s not his cock, which would have me coming already, but his fingers have an ability that his cock doesn’t. He moves one—and then two—around inside me, finding a place that sets me reeling.
I reach next to me to grab the edge of the counter.
“You like that, sweetheart?” His voice is low and raspy, just like it is when he performs.
I imagine him on stage, finding me in the audience and singing solely to me. I don’t even know any of his songs. I’m a country-music girl. But he’s going to have me singing in a moment.
“Man, you’re responsive, little Tweety.” He grabs onto a spot inside me. “You like this? This is your G-spot, darlin’.”
I sigh in response. I’m way familiar with the G-spot. Ace Clitfinder helped me figure out exactly where I need to be touched in order to come quickly. A big dick that hits my clit as it slides into me is number one, but the G-spot with a finger along with some clit stimulation? That works too. Brett sure had me going that first night.
But I swear to the heavens, Sebastian might be more talented than Brett. At least he seems to know my body better.
My pussy tightens around Sebastian’s fingers, and I nearly scream as the spasms overtake me. I press my lips together to keep from yelling his name. How close are we to the kitchen? Will they hear me?
When he slides his tongue over my clit and nips it, I can’t hold back.
“Sebastian!” I yell, squeezing his head with my thighs. “Fuck, yes!”
He pulls back from my clit and kisses my thigh. “That’s it, Tweety. You enjoy it. This’ll take all the pain away.”
I’m flying as he bangs me with those talented hands and lips of his. I squeal again, this time saying some kind of gobbledygook. I have no idea what it was, only that it was loud, and only that?—
I jerk when someone knocks on the bathroom door.
Orgasmus interruptus, if that’s even a thing.
My pussy goes numb, and Sebastian withdraws his fingers and sucks on them before he asks, “Who’s there?”
A throat clears. “It’s Evangeline. It’s time for dinner.”
“We’ll be out in a minute, Evie.” Sebastian turns back to me and smiles. “I guess we’ll have to finish later.”
“Is that a promise?” I ask boldly.
“Sugar, I could play with that hot little pussy all night.” He leans closer. “Tell me something.”
“What?”
“Have you ever been in a threesome? Like with another woman and a guy?”
My cheeks heat. Does he know about the thing with Alex and June this morning? He must not, or he wouldn’t ask me that. Do I admit to it?
“Ariel?” he says.
“I…uh…yeah. I’ve done that.”
“Would you be up for one with me and one of the ladies here?”
Disappointment sweeps through me. I already blew it with Alex by seducing him with June. I don’t want to blow it with Sebastian as well.
“Who did you have in mind?” I ask, trying to sound coy rather than devastated.
“Heather. The two of you are complete opposites. Naughty and nice. And I think the three of us could have a fun time together.”
Which one of us is naughty? But I don’t ask. I know it’s Heather with her dark beauty. She has some kind of snake tattoo and I have Tweety Bird on my asscheek.
“I… I’ll think about it.”
Sebastian wets a cloth in the sink with warm water and then cleans me up, moving my panties back into place. “Think hard,” he says. “I’ll be hoping we can make it happen.” He rinses the cloth and discards it. Then he helps me to my feet. “Okay? Any pain?”
“No.”
It’s not a lie. My leg doesn’t hurt anymore. Only my heart.
I’m sure I’m red as one of Mama’s plump tomatoes when Sebastian and I walk into the kitchen. I feel like I have a new tattoo, this one on my forehead that’s flashing I just got finger-banged in the bathroom.
But no one seems to notice of us. They’ve all retired to the deck where a table is set up, and staff members are serving our Jamaican shrimp and coleslaw garnish.
Marc describes the dish as Sebastian and I find our places at the table. I’m sitting across from Misty. Great. I’m at the end of the table, so no one is to my right. But to my left?
Heather.
Misty smiles at me after taking a bite of the shrimp. “This is delicious, Ariel. You three did a great job.”
“Thank you,” I say simply.
All I did was mix up the coleslaw. The shrimp I deveined ended up on the floor. Sebastian and I didn’t do much at all, and Misty knows it. What is she up to?
But I forget about her a moment later when I take a bite of the shrimp. It’s spicy, but oh my God, it nearly melts in my mouth. I’ve always liked shrimp, but I never knew it could be like this. The coleslaw is delicious too, and it works really well with the shrimp. It’s all darned good, even if I didn’t do much.
“Make sure you taste everything,” Chef Pierre says. “As you know, we’ll all be voting on the best dish later. Judge each dish on its own merits. Resist the urge to compare it to another dish because the dishes are all very different. Don’t compare a vegetable to a dessert, as we all know which one will win out. Rather, judge a vegetable against all vegetables.”
“It’s so silly,” Misty says to me. “We’re all just going to vote for ourselves.”
“Maybe not,” I reply.
“Come on, Ariel. Of course we are, so we have to depend on the chefs.” She smiles. “By the way, I’m so sorry about your cut. Emily feels terrible about it.”
I look down the table where Emily is chatting with Alex. She seems fine to me.
Sebastian and I, despite being partners for the cook-off, aren’t seated anywhere near each other. Sebastian is next to June, and he’s currently feeding her shrimp from his fork. I try to ignore the green punch to my gut.
A staff member comes by with a bottle of wine. “Would you like to try the sommelier’s wine pairing for the appetizer? It’s a dry rosé from the south of France.”
“Sure. Why not?” It looks a lot like the Strawberry Blush Jazz and I used to drink after high school football games. Before I quit school, that is.
The server pours a little into my glass.
“I’d like a little more than that,” I say.
“I thought you might like to taste it first.”
“Oh. Sure.” I bring the wine glass to my lips and take a sip.
Ugh! I try not to make a face. That’s not Strawberry Blush. It’s not sweet at all.
Then again, I drank champagne the first night. It wasn’t sweet either, and it grew on me. I liked how the bubbles tickled my nose.
“Try it after you take a bite of shrimp,” the server says, adding more wine to my glass. “I think you’ll enjoy it.”
“Will there be a different wine with each course?” I ask.
He smiles and nods. “So don’t overindulge.”
“I never do.”
Only one person at the table hasn’t had any wine yet—the person to my left, Heather.
She takes a sip of the pink wine and smiles. “Wow, this is delicious!”
Great. Not only is she my competition for Sebastian, she also knows more about wine than I do.
Heck, she probably knows more about everything than I do, except maybe catching lightning bugs on a hot summer night.
“This is really delicious, Ariel,” she says after swallowing a bite of shrimp with coleslaw. “You and Sebastian knocked it out of the park.”
“Thank you, though we really didn’t do much. Marc had to remake the whole thing.”
“I’m sure your version would have been just as delicious.” She takes another sip of the wine.
I raise my own glass to my lips. The appetizer is good. Maybe Sebastian and I have a chance to win this thing after all.
And if we do win?
Who will I choose for my private date?
I’d pretty much already decided on Sebastian, but now I’m not sure.
Because at the opposite end of the table sits a man who I haven’t talked to at all since he arrived.
A hot cowboy with a shock of dark hair and even darker eyes.
A hot cowboy with a chiseled, stubbled jawline and a strong and steady gaze who’s eating in silence.
Still waters run deep , as Mama says.
I think I might like to take a swim.