Mandy comes to the bar with her husband every Saturday night. They sit on the patio and look passionately disinterested in one another. Ted usually spends the night playing darts with his male church buddies, getting drunk on shitty beer while Mandy quietly sips on her rum and coke. Eventually, she hauls his drunk ass out of the bar while murmuring something about how they have church the next day.
Living in a small town, you know a lot about people. If there’s something you don’t know, it’s usually pretty simple to fill in the blanks. Ted is some kind of bigshot at the Life Link Church, which is like being the biggest catfish in the retention pond. Mandy is a twenty-nine-year-old beauty that conjures all sorts of deviant demons I like to hide from the small town masses.
On a random Saturday night a few months ago, Mandy was at the bar and Ted was nowhere to be found. She was hanging out with a couple of mutual female friends so I sat down at their table and ordered a round of drinks.
Mandy is your prototypical girl next door. Her long blonde hair frames deep blue eyes that are like a hypnotist’s charm. She always wears blue, probably because it highlights those dazzling eyes, and a necklace with a large gold cross pendant that hangs just above her cleavage. She’s five-foot-three, with a thick but firm body that commands a prolonged look every time she glides through a room.
Mandy used to work in the local bank, so I had a lot of banking to do back then. Why use the ATM when I could walk up to her teller’s window and spend a few minutes gazing into her eyes? I cashed so many checks, that one day she said, “I can order you an ATM card and save you having to write a check.”
“Oh, I have one already,” I said with a smirk.
Whenever I walked out of the bank, Mandy always waved and said, “God Bless, Nick!” There was unmistakable chemistry between us but it didn’t matter because someone somewhere convinced her that she was a good Christian girl dedicated to a life walking with Jesus. For all her effort, she was rewarded with a seven-year marriage to Ted, which seemed like a shitty return on her investment.
Mandy’s gold cross, marriage, and Christian beliefs didn’t deter me from fantasizing about her. I imagined thoroughly corrupting her by breaking down her defenses until she submitted to her most animalistic desires. Some people may call giving in to carnal pleasures a crisis of faith. I call it liberation.
I am also married but in an open relationship. My wife knows all about Mandy and likes to tease me about her. We’ve even talked about bringing her home for a threesome but with Ted and Jesus in the mix, it always seemed more like some lame orgy. Plus, living in a small town requires discretion.
Indulging the spirits at the bar sometimes compromises that discretion. After a few sips of my gin and soda, I asked Mandy about Ted’s whereabouts.
“Ted’s home,” she said, turning her eyes down to her rum and coke. Mandy started fiddling with the straw and added, “He passed out around 5 after drinking all day with his buddies.”
“Well I’m glad you’re here,” I said.
She lifted her eyes back up to meet mine and I could feel all sorts of chemical reactions throughout my body. Mandy must have sensed it because she smiled as her cheeks blushed pink.
After another round, her girlfriends left so we moved to the bar. Mandy told me about her new job as a retail manager. We chatted about the weather. I told her a story about traveling in Panama. For an hour we talked, slowly rotating toward one another on our barstools until our legs touched.
Mandy was wearing a casual blue A-line dress that extended just below her knees but her movement in her barstool caused it to cinch up toward her waist. When our legs touched, I looked down and got an eye-full of her round thighs all the way up to her….
She caught me looking but made no attempt to adjust her dress. With eyes locked, I turned in my stool and brushed the bare skin of her leg with my hand. Goosebumps appeared on Mandy’s arms and her neck flushed red.
“Are you and Ted having problems?” I asked.
Mandy looked away but nodded an affirmation. Then she said, “He just doesn’t seem very into me anymore. Maybe it’s because we’ve been married for seven years. Maybe he’s tired of me.”
“I think you’re sexy and attractive,” I said. “My wife and I were feeling like the spark had gone out of our marriage a while back so we decided to have an open relationship. Maybe you can Ted can do the same thing.”
“Ted would never let me do anything like that.”
“So, that means you would consider it?”
The conversation stopped. Our eyes were locked in a mortal gaze for what seemed like weeks. I knew I had to tread lightly.
“You want to play some pinball?” I asked.
“Sure.”
The bar’s game room is separate from the main area. It was also entirely empty. I put a dollar in the pinball machine and Mandy played the first ball. Away from the prying eyes of the bar, she started to flirt more overtly. Mandy’s breasts jiggled as she worked the flippers, her gold cross bouncing on her chest.
When it was my turn, she touched my arm, so I leaned in for a kiss. She pulled away and put her hand up to block me.
“I can’t do this,” she said.
“No worries,” I said, backing away. “I’m not going to make you do anything you don’t want to do. Maybe you should talk to Ted and get his permission to fool around. Maybe he will surprise you.”
“I doubt it. I have to go.”
I walked Mandy back out to the bar. She gathered her things and gave me a smile and a wave before walking out. She forgot about her trademark, “God bless!”
I ordered a fresh drink and went back to the game room to finish up the pinball round. I suck at pinball, so it didn’t take long. When I turned to head back out to the bar, Mandy was standing in the middle of the room, eyes wide with her coat hanging loosely in her hand.
“I decided to come back,” she said.
“I can see that.”
We walked toward each other until our bodies touched. When I leaned in for a kiss, Mandy didn’t resist. With my arm on the small of her back, I pulled her close. Her lips were like fire against mine. I could sense the bundled sexual frustration inside of her as her body began to shake.
My kiss was brief but effective. Mandy’s neck and face were flushed and her eyes seemed to change into a deeper shade of blue. I gently reached out and placed my finger on her cross pendant, slowly tracing a line from two holy stations down to the inferno between her breasts. When my finger caught Mandy’s dress I gave it a gentle tug and said, “Would you like to take a walk?”
We stepped out into the brisk night air. I wasn’t cold but my body was hot. We walked across the parking lot and ducked into an alley between a tall fence and a shipping container that the bar uses for storage. The alley is where the pot smokers go to get high. The bar doesn’t discourage it and they even have a sturdy picnic table and a few chairs set up.
Mandy turned to me and leaned back against the container. There was just enough indirect light from the parking lot to clearly define every perfect line on her body. Mandy’s skin seemed to glow as I gently ran my hand down her cheek and over her lips. Her mouth opened slightly as I leaned the weight of my body into hers. With my hands gripping her waist, we kissed again.
Mandy’s full lips set me off. I wanted to consume every inch of her. But first, I wanted her body to erupt in a conflagration of lust until her hanging cross was nothing more than a molten puddle of adulterous sin. My mind divined the future, manifesting a corporeal image of my tongue sliding deep in Mandy’s pussy. Pulling on her labia with my lips. Her silky juices gushing into my mouth as the dam of subservience crumbled into chaos. Her tameless screams permeating a newly vacated heaven.
Running my hands back up the length of Mandy’s eternal proportions, I whispered in her ear, “You’re a goddess. I want to explore every inch of your beautiful body from head to toe. Will you give it to me?”
Mandy sighed a, “yes.”
Her golden hair smelled like a combination of mint and something altogether wholesome. I ran my fingers along her cheek and through her hair until finally grasping a handful on the back of her head. Pulling firmly, I guided her lips into mine. Mandy’s thrust her tongue into my mouth and whimpered. She was losing control.
I wondered how long it had been since Mandy’s husband had made her feel desired. Had he ever? Ted was a schlub and often drunk. He wallowed in his oh-so-righteous Christian beliefs like some entitled pious pig. He was overweight and unattractive. Ted actually believed his sexy young wife was somehow his subordinate. Worse, Mandy spent her life believing the lie that Ted was her master.
I decided to ask. Pulling back on her hair, I looked deep into the ocean of Mandy’s eyes and asked, “Does Ted touch you like this?”
Without looking away, she said “No.”
“How about like this?”
I dropped my hands to her hips and began cinching up her dress. Folds of soft material bunched in my fists until I felt the soft skin of her upper thighs. Mandy’s arms dropped to her sides, resigned to give herself fully. Her chest heaved. I used my knees to push her legs further apart and held them there. I kept staring into her eyes, even as her eyelids dared to flutter closed.
My left hand held tight to Mandy’s skirt while my right slipped under her panties and then further down until my palm and fingers rested firmly against the creases of her mound.
Mandy couldn’t respond with anything more than a short breathless moan. Her body went limp as I pressed my middle finger into the outer folds of her slit. She was soaking wet but no amount of liquid was capable of putting out the fire raging from her body.
My lips found the edge of her ear and whispered, “You’re free.”
Within that moment, my finger slid ever so slightly into her vagina. Mandy’s thighs immediately clenched around my hand, gripping it in place. A feral growl shot forth from her lips as though some ancient creature was suddenly unbound and released into the world. As she came, her body began vibrating uncontrollably and for a moment I thought she may fall to the ground. When Mandy finally caught her breath, she opened her eyes and they were two star-filled black skies.
“I want you inside me,” she moaned.
(to be continued…)