The Bad Girls Club
Copyright© 2012 by lametoad
Chapter 7: The Next Best Thing
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 7: The Next Best Thing - Jerry's problem is simple. He's a romantic who has a thing for bad girls. Some characters from the No Strings Challenge appear.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Oral Sex Prostitution
I wanted to call Emily back, but I was too upset. First, it had been almost a year since Emily and I had any contact; her right to be upset about anything I did had expired. Second, how did she know about Lana and how did she know so fast?
Two possibilities sprang to mind, both disturbing. An obsessive Emily could be monitoring me electronically. She’d gone to a college where there were plenty of IT students happy to do a favor for a pretty girl. I checked her photo for hidden mics or cameras. Of course, there was the minor matter that even though I was an IT guy, I --as a software guy-- knew spyware but surprisingly little about spying hardware other than scary online stories about the likes of microwave ovens being turned into microphones. On the other hand, Emily surely had better things to do than to monitor me: as Lana pointed out, Emily could get any guy she wanted.
Lana was the more likely possibility. As soon as she’d gotten back in her own car with my ejaculate still on her face, she might have texted, phoned, or, uh, FaceTimed Emily to notify her long-ago rival of her conquest. The truth was that I wasn’t directing any anger at Lana; I preferred to be mad at Emily. Intercourse with Lana had been a letdown because we didn’t have the emotional connection to turn it into lovemaking. Yes, I was aware that I’d never actually had sex with Emily-- to put the matter in Bill Clinton terms.
Lana was impossibly hot and had Tabby level skills in bed, but the only real question was whether our fun together would be a one time thing or a multi-time thing. I had no objection to the latter, but I didn’t see it getting more serious than that. To be fair, she certainly didn’t either.
When I politely confronted Lana the next Sunday, she was offended. “High school was a long time ago, even for me! I might have been jealous of Emily, but she’s still my friend. You know, girl code.”
Lana even offered to let me check her cell. Big mistake! I should have recognized it as more test than offer. Once I looked, it was too late to save our budding Sunday arrangement. Instead of church, Lana went back to her regular threesome with a couple from a nearby town.
A few weeks later, l called Jodie about Cheryl’s apartment deposit. We discussed the matter briefly then Jodie changed the subject, “Jerry, I haven’t seen Lana or you at church since that Sunday.”
“Church wasn’t for me and Lana apparently found another kind of trinity.”
“Wow, I thought you’d be just her type.”
“What type is that?”
“A rich guy with a big cock.”
I had to smile. “It got a little complicated. Didn’t Lana say anything to you?”
“I was expecting to see her in church.”
“Oh well.”
“Jerry! I set you up with a twenty-five-year old with 32D’s? I can’t believe that you didn’t call to at least thank me.”
“Jodie, I’m sorry I didn’t text you sooner ... It just...”
“What’s so tricky about being with a girl like Lana? She’s impossibly hot, and should I add really orgasmic?”
There was a time I would have taken the bait, but I’d gotten better about asking Jodie too many questions.
“Lana’s not the complicated part.”
I then made a questionable choice: I didn’t tell Jodie about all my adventures with Emily, but I told her enough, probably too much. Jodie had always been a good listener and this was no exception, but when I finished she surprised me, “Jerry, this might have been my fault.”
“Your fault? How?”
“I happened to talk to Emily that afternoon.”
“I have several questions about why, but I’m not sure how that gets me from A to B here.”
“First Jerry, I honestly didn’t know about Emily and you until now. If I’d teased you before, it wasn’t based on anything beyond her being so cute and your so obviously noticing. I have to say that I can see now that whatever I said might have gotten her upset, but, apparently, she’s not just a talented dancer but a very good actress.”
“But, what could you have said about Lana and me?”
Jodie went quiet as if she were considering how much she should tell me, a nuance picked up after years of marriage. “Nothing really ... Well, she asked about you. I was a little surprised, because we’ve been divorced for years. I just told her you’d gone to church with me and gave Lana a ride home. I was like, you remember Lana from dance?”
“Hold on, Jodie. Why lunch together?”
“She was at her mom’s and she wanted to talk to me about something. I assumed it had something to do with her mother. Liv and I used to be close.”
“Did I know that?”
“You probably forgot, but we chaperoned road trips for Cheryl’s dance group with her. You do remember Liv?”
I hadn’t thought about it, but the mature Emily looked a lot like Liv. It was just that a good dad had to pretend to not notice a hot single mom. “Sort of?”
“Bullshit, you ogled that perfect ass a couple dozen times.”
“How is Liv these days?”
Jodie laughed, “She’s single and says she’s sworn off musicians.”
“My life is complicated enough.”
Jodie laughed louder. “A couple years ago, I thought about seeing if you wanted her number. I’m less sure about how well you’d do as her son-in-law.”
Ouch!
“Liv and I even once talked about doing a threesome with you.”
“Hold on ... What?”
Images of Liv on her knees, perfect ass facing my very erect penis and Jodie on her back with her tongue poised at their junction flew past. Let’s just say I had the fantasy more than once and it didn’t always include Jodie.
“I was feeling bad about something and wanted to make it up to you. I told Liv and she said I should give you a threesome ... Naturally...”
“Oh!”
“Jerry, before you get too carried away, Liv said ‘no’.”
“Was she dating someone?”
“She wasn’t actually. I wouldn’t have asked if she were. She ... well ... you were too old for her taste.”
“Ow!”
I could tell Jodie was suppressing a giggle. “I guess you’ve now shown her.”
Jodie’s giggle became a laugh and mine joined hers in short order.
“Back to your original question, I assumed Emily wanted to talk about her mother. She actually wants to quit dance and didn’t know how to talk to Liv about it.”
“I had no idea.”
“Dancing’s a tough way to make a living whether it’s on Broadway or on a pole.”
Did Jodie knew Emily had done the latter?
“She’s so talented and really just getting started.”
“She was bummed about New York so she came home for a few days. I gathered that her personal life had hit a bump too. I had no idea you were the bump.”
I was going to say that I wasn’t, but why mention Darcy?
“Was Lana ever in our daughter’s dance group?”
“Rival studio a couple towns away. The stars knew each from auditions and competitions. Cheryl was never at their level. I kept her away from the girl wars.”
I nodded, Jodie was a better mother than I was a father.
“So you told her I gave Lana a ride home and that was all?”
“I may have mentioned that Lana asked if you could give her a ride.”
“Is that different?”
“Think about it, Jerry.”
I thought and shrugged.
“Emily’s eyes, already big enough, went huge and she blushed as soon as I said it. It was subtle, but you remember I used to be in sales. I had no idea what my mentioning Lana provoked, but she reacted.”
“I take it the two had a rivalry.”
“Well they were the two best dancers on this end of the state and both developed early. Even in middle school, whenever one of them had a solo, the dads and brothers would suddenly pay attention.”
“I guess we men are naturally creepy.”
“Jerry, despite this cancel stuff, I don’t think just looking or even staring is creepy. I never minded.”
I remembered the tiny bikinis Jodie would wear when we hosted pool parties. Having all the other husbands and some of the wives checking her out always turned me on, at least until I learned some weren’t just looking.
“Think of it this way, Jerry.You got to live out the fantasy of every dance dad in at least six counties.”
“I certainly can’t complain.”
For several seconds, neither of us spoke. Silences on the phone like this are normally awkward, but Jodie and I were just that comfortable with one another.
“Jerry, if you like the girl and she likes you, you ought to at least give it a chance. You’re not getting younger.”
Knowing that neither Emily or Lana had invaded my privacy should have made me feel better, but I found myself disappointed, not so much about Lana though. That angry text and Jodie’s story made it clear that Emily was still attached enough to be jealous.
I called Lana to apologize. After she wouldn’t answer, I wrote her a multi-paragraph text. Three days later, her reply was brief: “Jerry, I appreciate the apology. I’ve realized that you’re maybe too old for me anyway. It was fun though.”
“More ouch!”
No threesome with Lana and Emily, at least not in this dance dad’s lifetime.
A week later, I texted Emily. “I miss you so much.”
For three days, I got no work done. I was staring out the window of my home office when the phone rang at eight in the morning. I was so anxious I didn’t bother to check the caller number. “Finally!”
I said it as if it had just one syllable.
“You know I could have been one of your clients.”
It was Jodie.
“I’m sorry. I thought you were...”
“Emily?”
“Pathetic. I know.”
“I’d give you advice, lovesick ex-husband, but you’re not going to listen anyway. She’s turned you into a nerve-addled teenager.”
We now communicated better than when married. Still, our relationship may have changed for the better, but we hadn’t. Jodie was her nymphomaniac self and I was a hopeless romantic pining for one of our daughter’s friends.
A few days later, I got a text from Emily. “Jodie said we should talk.”
I texted back immediately. Jodie stepped in to smooth things over with the clients.
As soon as Emily answered, I blurted, “Sorry about Lana.”
She didn’t answer at first then said,”Given the chance, is there any man who’s not going to fuck Lana?”
“Well... ‘‘
“Don’t you dare answer that!”
“I was about to say that the same could be said about you. Now that I remember those competitions, I always thought you were the better dancer.”
“Liar! But thanks.”
“Emily, if I’d known it would upset you, I wouldn’t have done anything with Lana.”
Emily sighed. “It wouldn’t have upset me as much, if you’d fucked me before you dumped me.”
“Wait, what?”
“You came all the way to Pittsburgh to see “Chorus Line”, then you scheduled time with a hooker after seeing me backstage and going “Hi and bye, then you fuck Darcy right in front of me. Now, you fuck Lana. I bet you came in her face too!”
Everything Emily said did happen, but not quite that way. My voice got more assertive, “Did Lana tell you that I still have a picture of you on my bedroom dresser? You didn’t mention that the hooker that Darcy sent me turned out to be you.”
“Could you say that part again?”
“The hooker part?”
“The dresser part.”
“Lana said you were voted “Most photogenic” in high school.”
“If I told you that Lana got “Best blow job”?”
“For real?”
“Come on, Jerry. Things changed after the fifties when you were in high school, but they didn’t change that much. How was Lana at it?”
“No match for you.”
I wasn’t sure why the women in my life, as of late, kept wanting me to compare their oral skills.
“I don’t have a picture of Lana in my bedroom.”
“But she’s actually been in your bedroom: I never have.”
Lana’s black bikini still lay at the bottom of one of my bureau drawers.
“Emily, can we maybe talk about something else?”
“Like how you keep fucking my dance friends and never fucked me?”
“So you want to know if Lana was better in bed than Darcy?”
Emily giggled. “I don’t need to ask; I was Lana’s first.”
“Aren’t you full of surprises!”
I was starting to wonder how many of the same women we’d been with. There were Darcy and Lana for sure. Some of Tabby’s Treasures seemed distinct possibilities including Tabby herself. I didn’t dare ask about Jodie.
“We shared a hotel room while out of state for competitions. It helped with the nerves.”
Emily had clearly mastered the art of the long tease.Tabby had once told me that most men make the mistake of thinking sex happens in isolation. Beyond a certain level of skill, the physical aspects of sex just weren’t all that different. The real art came from the lead up and the aftermath. You wanted to make the man want you, but not completely confident that anything would really happen. Afterward, you wanted to leave him wanting more, but again not completely sure it could happen again. It was something Tabby taught all her Treasures, though, until Emily, no one came close to outperforming the boss.
There was a pause until Emily shyly said, “Jodie maybe told you I’m probably coming home for a while.”
“She also told me you were thinking about quitting dance.”
“If it were just about dance, I could handle it, but it’s the “You’re too short to be in the chorus. You’re too sexy and the lead doesn’t want you taking the focus off her. Have dinner with me at my hotel and we can discuss your future. I even started doing auditions in a sweatshirt and glasses, then it became you don’t stand out enough.”
“Maybe they’re just saying you were meant to be a lead and not in the chorus.”
“Jerry. I can’t sing and I’m only an okay actress. I’m just a dancer. It feels like the firepole variety is the only one where everyone wanted me. It didn’t help that Darcy kept getting callbacks.”
“I would have thought she might have the same problems, except the too short part.”
“Darcy has this elegance thing with her line. I draw more attention to my body than the way my body moves. At least, that’s what they tell me. It’s not necessarily a bad thing, but it did result in a lot of the wrong kind of callbacks.”
Even though she’d told me that she’d only worked for Darcy in Pittsburgh, I briefly wondered if any of the producers or directors had turned out to be clients for Emily.
“Emily, I get that it’s frustrating, but you’ve got talent. Don’t give up, at least not this early.”
“Does having the talent mean I could come home and wrestle in a bikini in a vat of jello?”
“I take it you’ve talked to Lana.”
“She thinks you’re hung up on me.”
“Cheryl would have to find out.”
“We could figure out a lot short of my being your date for Thanksgiving at Jodie’s.So who’s the one who’s giving up too early here?”
My voice slowed, “And I hate the way it feels.”
“You might be assuming too much about Cheryl’s reaction.”
“Hi Cheryl, did you know I’ve been fucking your good friend Emily?”
“How about, I know it’s weird, but your Dad’s always made me feel special. I’ve never felt so beautiful, capable, or wanted the way I do when I’m anywhere near him?”
We talked until my phone battery ran out. I convinced Emily to do at least one more round of auditions in New York then she’d come stay for a week while Jodie and Cheryl were on a long-planned yoga retreat in Arizona. After that, we’d figure out what to do and where to live. Jodie, ever helpful, recommended a house sitter who showed up the day before my drive to New York.
When the doorbell rang, a slender young woman stood on my doorstep with two big roller bags. In her heels, my housesitter was easily as tall as I was. I was greeted by a mesmerizing smile and some very direct eye contact. Have I mentioned being a sucker for green eyes? I’ve just met Avery; I should have known right then she was going to be a threat to my sanity.
After a quick tour of the house, we settled in by the pool.
“Such a beautiful day! Are you sure you want to go to New York?”
“I’m not going for the weather. It looked like an early spring, so I took the pool cover off so you could use it.”
“Definitely appreciated. My family had a pool, so I can take care of it.”
“No need to worry. I have a service.”
“Cool, I can play out my pool boy fantasy then.”
She winked. I was surprised Avery made a joke like that so soon, but maybe it was just something her generation did. Was I simply old enough to be safe?
“Only if you’re into sweaty elderly men shaped like a Teletubby.”
“I guess I’ll have to settle for the pizza delivery guy or maybe UPS? Are you expecting a package?”
As she said it, Avery appeared to be checking out my package. When she noticed my noticing her looking in that general direction, a mischievous smile followed. This young lady was a five star flirt.
“As long as you change the sheets and towels before I come back and everything stays intact, the house is yours to enjoy. No parties though.”
Avery laughed. Her face lit up in a way that was basically irresistible. This young woman could get away with anything if she wanted to. I offered her a drink.She asked for iced tea.
“Are you sure? I’ve got a great bottle of white already chilled.”
“Iced tea is fine, not much of a drinker.” She crossed her legs. She seemed to be all legs. As I looked up again, it was clear she’d caught me looking.
“I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to stare,” I stammered.
“It’s okay. Definitely not the first time, hopefully not the last.”
Avery was either cocky or confident. New York was far from my mind.
“Okay, if I take a few minutes to change out of my travel clothes? I also need to call my boyfriend.”
Emily was waiting. What was I thinking? What was she thinking?
The answer to that particular question became very clear when Avery returned in a pink bikini. Below her relatively modest cover up, Avery’s legs looked longer. Her dirty blonde hair looked even bouncier on her shoulders. She touched her toes to stretch, revealing her rounded shelf of a butt.
“I hope you don’t mind, but after two flights and a rideshare, I couldn’t stop thinking about your pool. My boyfriend says I’m too impulsive.”
“I was married to Jodie for years; I must like impulsive.”
“You did divorce though?”
I wondered what Avery might know about the why.
“But we’re still friends. I’m just happy to know the pool’s going to get used while I’m gone.”
I gestured towards the deep end. Avery pulled off her coverup and tossed it in my direction. She jumped in feet first. Her form was so awkward I worried until her head broke the surface followed by a gleeful shriek. “Just what I needed!”
She adjusted one of the straps of her top then dove in again. I was entranced. Avery came out of the pool as I handed her a towel. After drying herself and squeezing out her hair, she took a sip of iced tea then toasted. “I hope you have as great a time in New York as I will staying here.”
Her green eyes twinkled as we clinked glasses.
“You know, if your boyfriend wants to stay here too, it’s okay.”
“That’s nice, but he’s helping his mother fix up her house. It’s going to take a while.”
“Pretty nice son there.”
“He’s a great guy.”
I sensed a ‘but’ there.
“Jodie speaks very highly of you. We all say it seems like she regrets the divorce.”
“I think we’ve learned that we do better as friends and parents than as a couple.”
Avery tossed back her hair then stroked the length of her tall glass of iced tea. “I wish my parents could have been like that.”
“Jodie deserves most of the credit. She’s a great mom and she insists on talking things through.”
“She’s also pretty hot.”
“That too.”
“Oh god! I hope I’m not making you uncomfortable.”
Avery reached out and brushed my hand.
“It’s fine. I’m enjoying getting beyond small talk. I do agree about Jodie.”
“I gather that was part of the problem.”
I laughed. “How much did she tell you?”
“You really caught her with two of your friends?”
Geez! Why would Jodie tell her about that?
“Not my favorite marital memory. Aroused and horrified at the same time is more than a little awkward.”
“But you stayed friends. I have to say only a really rare guy would manage that.”
“I definitely got mad about it and it ended two friendships, but, over time, I accepted that it was just part of the way Jodie’s made: she loves sex.”
“I would guess some men would consider that more of a feature than a bug.”
“I did for a long time.”
“I shouldn’t have brought it up. It must be painful.”
Avery brushed my hand a second time and once again appeared to be absent-mindedly giving her iced tea glass a handjob.
“You know what they say about time healing.”
I wasn’t sure how many times I’d said that since the divorce. Avery took a long sip of her iced tea, catching an ice cube on her tongue, letting it melt some, biting into it, and swallowing.
“You do know chewing on ice cubes is supposed to be a sign of sexual frustration.”
I meant it more as a joke than an attempt to flirt. Avery put her elbows on the table and her hands beneath her chin in thinker pose. “Hmmm.”
“I’m sure it’s not easy being away from your boyfriend.”
I took care to place as little emphasis as possible on that last word.
“Well, it’s not like we’ve been away from each other that long yet and I did come prepared for time away, if you know what I mean.”
“If you had to worry about embarrassing moments with airport security, then yes.”
“I put them in my check-in luggage.”
“That was Jodie’s strategy too.”
The combination of Avery in her pink bikini and the suggestive banter tented my shorts. I pushed my chair closer to the table, forgetting my patio table’s clear glass top.
Avery glanced down and smiled. “Looks like I’m not the only one who might be chewing on ice cubes these days.”
Her grin betrayed no embarrassment or awkwardness.
“I take it this isn’t the first time it’s happened around you.”
“How sweet!”
“Here’s where I should mention that I’m going to New York to see my girlfriend.”
Avery bit her lower lip and shook her head. “Wow, it’s nice to find a guy whose boner didn’t turn him into a liar.”
“Not that I was expecting anything to happen here.”
It was neither a lie nor the truth: expecting and hoping weren’t exactly the same thing.
Avery laughed. “Maybe I should get dressed.”
“Uh sure. Get dressed and I’ll get more ice cubes for the both of us.”
She stood up and headed back to the house, giving me yet another look at her exquisite behind. I swore she threw in an extra wiggle.
Several minutes passed with Avery in the guest room. I wondered if she was talking to her boyfriend. Maybe, she was even telling him about my erection and just how creepy she really thought I was. Perhaps, she’d called a rideshare and fled?
I went back inside, took the two empty glasses to the kitchen, and walked towards my bedroom. The door to the guest room was closed.There was no sound of a phone conversation, but I did hear a buzzing from inside the door. Was it an electric toothbrush or a vibrator? I could swear muffled moans were coming from the other side of the door. The image of Avery pleasuring herself turned my software into hardware. I did my best to think about firewalls while getting back to making dinner.
Minutes later, a relaxed looking Avery reappeared in a pair of tight jeans and a red tank top that showcased her flat stomach and perky B cups. She sat in the chair next to mine and put a hand on my shoulder. “Jerry, I really feel bad. I definitely don’t have to comment on everything I notice.”
I reached back to briefly place my hand on top of hers. “It’s fine.You still okay spending the night down the hall from this dirty old man? Your door does have a lock by the way.”
“I was in my bikini and brought up my sex toy collection. I’m the one who crossed the line.”
“I’ve always taken pride in being the kind of guy who could talk about anything with anyone.”
“Jodie mentioned that about you.”
“Does Jodie really talk about me that much?”
“Obviously, you’re wondering why Jodie would share some of this stuff; we’re in an online support group together.”
“Wow! I thought Jodie and I talked about pretty much everything. She’s never said anything about a support group.”
“Probably because the group’s pledged to secrecy. Jodie gave me permission though ... It’s a nymphomania group.”
I sighed. “I have to confess. That makes sense for Jodie. So it’s like a twelve step program?”
“Not really.”
“Oh?”
“Twelve step programs are about stopping. This one’s about enjoying it more and doing it in an emotionally healthier way. That’s why Jodie gave me permission.”
“You mean to talk about it?”
Avery crossed her legs, stifled a giggle, and winked, “Right. Sure.”
“Um. Jodie does know about my girlfriend.”
Avery rolled her shoulders pushing her breasts against her tank top. The movement both revealed the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra and that she had perfect nipples. “If you’re worried about that it’s completely cool. I’m happy to just house sit. As I mentioned, I have a boyfriend.”
“And he’s okay with...?”
“Not exactly. To be honest, it’s one of the issues I’m working through in the group: mismatched desires.”
“Is he gay? If you were my girlfriend, I’d be wanting it three times a day.”
“You know that’s sort of a homophobic remark, though I guess given your generation. Still, I’m impressed that you’d want it three times a day even at your age.”
Avery lightly kicked my foot. I nudged hers back.
She scooted her chair up and put a warm hand on my shoulder again. “I definitely don’t want to pressure you in any way. Why don’t you think about the girlfriend thing for a bit.”
“Believe me, pressure’s not an issue right now!”
Avery noticed yet another tent in my shorts. “So I see. Jodie mentioned you had really good will power and maybe even more impressive staying power.”
“Apparently I have an ex-wife who’s been serving as my sex publicist.”
“You’d get a bunch of dates from our group; that’s for sure. You kept her monogamous for a long time.”
I took a deep breath. “Look, why don’t we have dinner and get to know one another better?”
“Sure, how can I help?”
One thought dominated, “A blow job would be great.” I managed to suppress my dorky side and mumble something semi-coherent like “Just relax and maybe keep me company.”
“I can do that. Is it okay if I keep flirting? I’m a bit of a tease, in case you haven’t noticed.”
“Sure, I’m definitely having fun wherever this leads.”
“You know, Avery. I didn’t even get to ask you what you do?”
“Maybe because we were too busy talking about nymphomania support groups, my vibrators, and your erection.”
I laughed. “So, maybe some more usual small talk?”
“It’s pretty boring. I graduated in December in computer science.”
“I’m a software consultant. Are you good at it?”
“I’m not especially fast, but I’m great at finding little ways to shorten run times and do effective integrity checks.”
“That’s pretty valuable.”
“If only I didn’t find it so boring.”
“What would you rather do?”
“Camming.”
“Excuse me?”
Avery bit her lip. “I can always code for someone else; I don’t have that much time to do the other. I get off on being looked at, something that probably doesn’t surprise you at this point.”
“At my age, it’s flattering to be teased by a woman who looks like you. Your family’s okay with it?”
“I haven’t discussed it with them. Not the kind of family that would.”
“Understand. But you spent all that time getting your degree.”
“As you know, there’s a lot of coding involved in setting up a site properly. Mine’s a different take and–believe me–it’s the toughest coding challenge I’ve ever taken on.”
“You mean keeping the site and your identity secure?”
“No, that’s easy. I can convince people that I’m in Latvia, some island in the Pacific, or even Phobos. My idea’s more than a badly lit webcam between my legs and a button for soliciting tips.”
I chuckled as Avery mimed spreading her legs while making a goofy face.
“If three of you send five dollars, you can see my feet.”
“More than enough for plenty of guys.”
“Might be. But I have a better way ... Wanna see?”
Avery twirled her index finger then pointed towards the guest room.
“You mean?”
“Don’t be silly. I’m just showing you the prototype. You know, geek to geek.”
Avery winked at me exaggerating the wiggle of her ass as she went into her room. She’d been teasing me ever since she’d gotten to the pool. Was she going to end my torture or was she just going to show me thousands of lines of code?