My girlfriend and I attend a work party, that ends up being very boozy and a little out of hand. Boundaries were crossed and a few important admissions did not get made. Fun was definitely had.
Meeting Lisa E Part 8 – The Doctor
During this point in the story, I happened to go to a party with my girlfriend. She introduced me to a lot of ladies who had university master’s degrees in Psych. A few were doing a PhD. One lady in particular was studying childhood sexual trauma, and its effect on the person as an adult in later life. Let’s call her Linda.
We had quite a long conversation. I told her a few of the issues with my friend Lisa. The lady said that Lisa’s party alcoholism was classic suppressed sexual trauma. After a while she asked me for my phone number. I was happy to give her my number. I rejoined the group and my girlfriend. I told her I had given Linda my number, as she had an interest in some of Lisa’s stories. She smiled and kissed me, then said “Remember my rules, no playing with people I work with.”
I nodded, but wondered at her funny little smile.
That party night, my girlfriend seemed very caught up with Linda and a couple of other bright outgoing ladies. I enjoyed the company of one of Jaynes special work buddies. Her name was Sandy. She was a very petite lady with long black hair, and a very classy demure dress sense. Sandy was 90 pounds (42kg) and about five foot nothing. She had a nice happy personality, and for all the world looked like a school mam, or perhaps preacher’s wife. We had often talked while attending parties. My girlfriend would be off dancing or laughing loudly in big groups of girls. Sandy preferred the quiet chat and staying out of the spot light.
Sandy always spoke very highly of my girlfriend. She would tell me little stories about work situations, where my girlfriends kind heart and strong support of people who were less fortunate stood out. Sandy would also talk to me about some of the things I did, that showed me that my girlfriend confided in Sandy. That friendship did not extend to telling Sandy anything about our bizarre open sex life. This night Sandy was getting much closer than her usual close conversation. She frequently touched my biceps and face. If the music was loud, she would speak into my ear, and I noticed she was sniffing my aftershave. A couple of times her lips touched my neck. She immediately apologised and said “These damn high heels are very hard to balance on.”
I looked down at her feet. They were covered by her long dress. Sandy swooshed her dress a little, revealing hot red stiletto shoes for a brief second.
I said “Wow they are very sexy shoes. They look very expensive. Don’t let Jayne see those. She will be trying them on in no time.”
Sandy took my hand and led me away from the dance floor. We left that area and went further into the house. When we found a lounge room, Sandy sat in a big armchair.
Sandy said “Did you really like my shoes? I bought them in Italy. I sometimes wear them at home, but this is the first time I have ever worn them out. May I tell you a secret? You must never tell anyone, not even Jayne!”
I nodded and said “I can be trusted with secrets.”
Sandy smiled beautifully and said “I wore these shoes tonight, because I knew I would see you. I’m not hitting on you, you’re the partner of one of my best friends. I just love her. But I wanted you to see some of my personality that I keep very hidden from everyone else.”
Sandy crossed her legs, then pulled her dress up exposing very shapely slim dancers’ legs, covered with sexy sheer black stockings. Her feet were tiny and encased in her bright red Italian leather, very sexy stilettos. She looked in my eyes and said “Do you like my extravagant shoes.”
I nodded as I knelt down taking one shoe in my hand, and said “Oh Sandy, Yes. I like your sexy red shoes very much. You are a very attractive lady. Why is there no Mr Sandy?”
My face was mere inches from her pussy and I felt a primal urge that told me her pheromones were overwhelming my natural polite and reserved manner.
Sandy smiled and said “Oh there is, just that its complicated. I hope to make it less complicated soon. Hey what’s that?”
Sandy was pointing at a big black box like a wardrobe or perhaps a pay phone box, you see in London.
I stood and took Sandy’s hand, helping her out of the chair. We both walked the 3 yards or so to the big black box. The side facing us was plain. The other 3 sides were decorated and there was a door. On the door were the words “Kissing Box”.
Sandy was laughing and said “What in gods world is a kissing box?”
I said “I have no idea why this is here, but I saw one of these when I was 16 or 17. My local Church youth group had meetings every Friday night at the church. There was one of these down stairs. They were having a fair on the weekend, and it was one of the fund raisers. Some how a boy and a girl end up inside, and they are supposed to kiss.”
Sandy giggled and said “I bet you were very popular with that kissing box.”
I smiled and said “I was very young and most of the pretty girls were much older than me. Apparently Kissing Boxes are magic. If you kiss inside, you never tell anyone what happened.”
Sandy smiled and said “I still think you would have been popular. My 6 big brothers would not have let me anywhere near that.”
Sandy still had my hand and started pulling me towards the box. She said “C’mon let’s go inside!”
I said “Wait, its better if it’s dark.”
She turned the light off and took my hand leading me into the box. Holding hands, our bodies touched many times as we went into the kissing box. It was very cramped inside, making us turn facing each other. Sandy started squeezing both my biceps. I put my arms around her and she melted into my embrace. Suddenly she was kissing me. Wet soft but urgent kisses. I said “hey what are you doing?”
Sandy replied “Shoosh, Kissing Boxes are magic remember. You are allowed to kiss inside, then act like it never happened? This is probably the only time in my life I will experience this. Please make it wonderful.”
As Sandy kissed me again, her hand slipped from my bicep to my ass and started squeezing. Her kiss was hot and so sexy. Feeling this tiny petite lady in my arms, kissing me wildly had me immediately throbbing. My cock was soon hard. I tried to move my hips away from her, so she would not discover I was getting an erection.
Sandy’s other hand went to the back of my head pulling me hard into the kiss. Her kiss became even more passionate. Her hand on my ass pulled me into her body. She was soon rubbing her hard pubic bone against my raging hard on. 2 minutes of kissing and Sandy was standing on one leg, the other was wrapped around my leg and she was literally humping my firm cyclist leg.
In the back of my mind, I knew I shouldn’t be kissing Sandy. Her kiss was so urgent, and my cock so hard I continued. I reached down grabbing her tiny firm workout ass cheek, pulling her firmly against my cock. I lifted her tiny body, allowing the hard lump of my cock to rub firmly against her pussy lips, still covered by her dress. Sandy opened her legs wider, and gripped me harder forcing my cock against her covered pussy. Her tongue was rammed hard into my mouth.
Suddenly Sandy was shaking and spasming. Making her cum was way more than I intended. That was definitely outside of the rules with my girlfriend. I pulled away from the kiss. As soon as our lips were free, Sandy in the midst of orgasm starting screaming. A woman’s voice said “Who is in there?”, then said “Nothing to see here off you go.”
Sandy continued to orgasm loudly. I started kissing her again just to shut her up. It also started a second bigger orgasm. She was actively humping my leg.
The light came on, Sandy continued as if nothing had changed. She was doing full body spasms and shaking like a battery operated vibrator. Her kiss was anything but ladylike. Her rubbing her orgasming pussy on my cock, had me pulsing strongly. I was heading towards ejaculating in my pants. I briefly entertained the idea of fucking Sandy in the kissing box. I was saved by the woman’s voice outside. She said “OK open the door and assuming there is a guy and a girl in there, the girl can go, and the guy can pay for the privacy I just gave you both.”
The light went off, Sandy gave me a little peck on the cheek, then pushed her tiny hand onto my rampant hard cock saying “Hmmm I want that.” Sandy went out the door and a taller more fully figured woman came into the tight-fitting kissing box.
This lady had great big firm tits, and kissed me as soon as the door was shut. I did not know who she was. I assumed it was the big tits blonde that had been chasing me at the party. It could also have been the Psych chick Linda. She had a nice big set of tits. She Kissed exceptionally well. I still had a very hard cock, and she put her hands down my pants. She pulled too hard and it hurt my cock. She withdrew her hand and after a few seconds I heard her spitting. She replaced her hand down my pants and started stroking me. She had used spit for lubrication. She kept taking her hand out of my pants, then returning it with something very wet and lubricating. It was more than what spit could lubricate. Maybe she had also used pussy juice to lubricate my cock.
She pulled her lips off mine and said “Fuck it, I need to suck that bad boy.”
She kneeled down and her butt popped the door slightly open. She peeled my pants down to my knees and my cock was instantly engulfed in warm wet heaven. She certainly knew how to suck cock, and she loved doing it. She kept applying more and more lube of some kind. I think it was pussy juice. She readjusted herself standing. Her mouth felt a little different then I realised she had turned and was pushing her ass back at me. I was balls deep in her pussy. I was way off the reservation now. The rules from my girlfriend were strictly, “do not fuck her work colleagues.”
My new friend started pulsing a big orgasm. Normally I would cum as well. I was so upset and put off, because I was probably breaking rules and did not know what to do about it.
Suddenly the light was back on and mans voice was telling me to leave. As soon as he turned the light out, I was pulling my pants up and left.
I went to the bathroom and washed my hands. There were people around, so I did not wash my cock.
I rejoined the crowd at the dancefloor. I looked for my girlfriend and she was not visible. As I had just came from the only bathroom, I knew she wasn’t there.
Just then Linda grabbed me for a dance. She was very determined and got her arms around me. She kept trying to kiss me, but I resisted. She was pushing her big tits into my chest and got her arms around me, rubbing her pussy mound on my rapidly hardening cock. I saw over her shoulder that Sandy was looking directly at me. I lip read her silently say to me “Thank you, me next dance.”
I was rescued from Linda by the blonde with huge double G cup tits. She was all over me as well. This party was a minefield of problems. After a couple of dances, I managed to wave Sandy in as the music changed. She cut in on blonde chick and was soon in my arms dancing to a slow song.
Sandy said “I know we can't talk about what happened, but I want to say that was the hottest thing that ever happened to me. I know you won’t say anything about it. Nor will I. I want to do it again and I know the only way we can is if your partner joins us. I want her too. Please convince her. Let’s do it tonight.”
We had turned around during the dance and my view over Sandy’s shoulder was now through the window into the family room. A woman opened the main bedroom door, and I could see two women in the bedroom. One was Barbara another friend, the lady at the door was Linda. They were soon both sucking one breast each of a third lady. A blonde petite lady. I realised with a jolt that the half-naked blonde was my girlfriend. This was a work do. I had to help her stop what was happening.
I excused myself from dancing with Sandy, and walked quickly through the house to the main bedroom. The door was shut. The privacy lock was on. I grabbed my car keys from my pocket and used the small Swiss army knife on the keys ,to unlock the privacy lock. I went into the bedroom, shutting the door behind me.
The three women were now basically naked on the big bed. I turned the bedside lamp on and said “C’mon baby, think you have a had a little too much to drink. Lets stop this fun hey. You will be happy I ended it tomorrow.”
The girls were reaching out to me, and Barbara licked first Jaynes breasts then Linda’s. She said “Come on James just watch a while then join in, we all three want this.”
I said “No. Jayne tells me regularly she does not want this to happen. Come on baby help me get you dressed.”
Jayne placed her hand in mine, and let me get her clothes back on. Both the other girls were kissing me and trying to get my pants undone. Both were rubbing their nice big firm tits all over my skin where it was bare, face, arms, everywhere.
I got my girlfriend dressed and led her out of the bedroom into the bathroom. Her makeup was very smudged. It took a few minutes for her to make it semi ok. Then I took her outside and gave her a water. She said “I am sorry baby. I didn’t mean to do that. They are just so fucking hot, and they always want me to play. You are my rock. You keep me grounded. Thank you for rescuing me. I would be very upset tomorrow if more had happened.”
I kissed her lightly and just then Sandy came and hugged us both. She said to me “Have you asked her, are we doing it. We can go to my place.”
My girlfriend said “What does she mean, Hold on. Sandy we can't do what I think you mean. I love you like a sister, but we work together. We can't do both.”
Sandy kissed her lips and said “Oh yes we can, I want you both. Ive never done a threesome, but I want to do it with you. Please darling, I love you so much.”
It was clear my girlfriend was still too drunk to make good choices so I took her home, we went alone. When we got home my girlfriend gave me a lovely blowjob to thank me for rescuing her. We didn’t talk much, just exploded in her mouth then slept.
In the morning my hangover prevented me from talking much, so we didn’t recap the parties happenings.
A week or two passed by, then I got a call from Linda. Linda said She and her friend were conducting a study and would like to speak with Lisa. I took the details and made a call to Lisa.
I asked Lisa to catch up at the pub near her home. She agreed for the Friday, as long as I paid for lunch and drinks. Typical Lisa wanting a free lunch.
We did the usual catch up chatting and trading catchup stories. She had the usual alcohol related trauma stories. As usual, she was never to blame in her mind. I had long stopped raising awkward questions about her stories. My stories were pretty boring, and mainly involved family.
After a nice meal we took a couple of drinks outside in the sunshine of the beer garden. I told Lisa about Linda’s call, and her offer of some psychological assessment sessions in exchange for Lisa letting them use her case details in their study. Lisa flat out laughed in my face. She asserted there was nothing wrong with her, that a few good hard BDSM sessions couldn’t fix. Lisa pointed out that our mutual friend Sue, was back East with her mum. This meant I was without a friend with benefits, and could take things up with Lisa again. I told her that ship had sailed. I wasn’t interested in that lifestyle. I was only trying to help her.
We chatted about other things. Lisa kept coming back to meeting with my girlfriend again. That was a difficult discussion. My girlfriend did not want to have anything to do with Lisa. She had given up on Lisa, after a few drunken Lisa mess-ups.
When Lisa started showing signs of too much alcohol. I said it was time I left. I paid the bill and came back and spoke to Lisa. I made Lisa promise, that Lisa would not drive home until she had gone shopping and sobered up a bit.
Next day I got a call from Lisa. She said “I’ve thought about your Psycho thing. I’ve decided I will do it, provided you promise when I finish it, that you will find a way to get your girlfriend and me together again. I promise I will behave.”
I agreed and began the process of getting Lisa professional help.
It turned out Lisa was exactly the kind of case the PhD student Linda was looking for. Lisa was fully documented and researched to the point they started paying Lisa to turn up for the treatment sessions. Lisa started having rehab alcoholic treatment. She went on courses to help her deal with the childhood trauma and the alcoholism etc.
I had stayed in touch with Lisa via email and text. Her life seemed to be turning around. She even reached out to family she had not spoken to in years. Lisa asked me to lend her money to fly to see a family member at short notice. I lent her the money. Her trip was successful and she began to stay in touch with that family member. Lisa even reached out to her mother who she had not spoken to in 15 years. Big changes indeed.
My girlfriend did not want to be living apart. I was living at the hobby farm construction site. She was down on the coast in the big house. One day my girlfriend just turned up at the hobby farm. Her car was stacked with her bags and clothes. She had decided to live with me in the big industrial shed. It had a nice comfortable granny flat. Moving in had nothing to do with Lisa. My girlfriend had no jealousy issues about Lisa. She just didn’t want to party with Lisa anymore. She said there had been too many drunken bad times.
I could understand that, but I wished it were different.
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