A Series of Short Stories
by
Jenni Gee
LAYLA CALLS
I almost leap out of the chair at the sound of the door chime; who the hell can this be?
Stuffing my cock back into my pants and the Playboy magazine under the cushions I make for the door.
"Hi ya Mark, Nichole in?" It’s Layla one of my wife’s many female friends.
I’m sure that Nichole had told her friends that she would be away for a week.
"Erm... well..." I stuttered
"Don’t I get to come in?" Layla looks past me into the living room. "You got a girl in here?" she giggles.
Pushing past me, looking as if she hopes she has caught me with a strange female.
Before I can remind her that my wife is away Layla plants her ass in the chair by the fire, throws her bag on the floor and pulls out her mobile phone.
"Shall I call Nikki and tell her I caught you wanking?"
I coloured up. "Who? What makes you think....?" I began.
"Wanking?" she laughed. "Your red face, the dirty mag not quite hidden, the bulge in your pants?"
"Fuck!" I mumble under my breath.
"God you look so guilty, Mark! How long has she been gone? Two days?"
Layla’s pure white teeth had that just-been-cleaned-and-mouth-washed look as she laughed out loud. Too loud! What if the neighbours should hear and tell Nichole I had a woman here?
I shrugged my shoulders, what could I say? Why the hell couldn’t she have come later when I had got the frustration out of my system?
"Well then?"
"Well what?" I reply
"Drinky-poos?" she insisted.
Oh shit, Layla cannot handle her booze! Many a time Nikki has dragged her back after a girls’ night out, tipped me out of a warm bed to sleep on the sofa while she and Layla share our bed.
Now I am damned if I do and damned if I don’t. If I don’t offer she will tell Nikki that I was unfriendly, if I do she will get plastered and I will have to either take her home or let her take our bed.
Take her home and she may be sick and choke, or tell Nikki I was at her place and got her drunk. If she stays here she will tell Nikki that I plied her with drinks, got her drunk and tried to fuck her!
All I wanted was a horny wank-filled night. Fucking women!
Layla is just thirty years old, two years younger than my wife, and four years my junior and is single. Her hair is never the same colour for long so I have no idea of its true colour; it’s been a long-standing joke that if I want to know that I will have to look in her panties. She almost wets herself laughing when she says... "and Mark that is only in your wildest dreams". At that point Nikki usually gives me that – don’t even think of going down that route – look. It don’t stop me from feeling the old man wriggle in my pants though.
This lady is unusually tall compared to most that I am acquainted with – 5’ 10”; Nikki is 5’ 5”. Not as slender as Nikki, more rounded but with no fat that I have noticed when we have shuffled around the dance floor. Great tits; Nichole says they are real! My wife tells me a lots about her friends, particularly when she is extra horny, knowing that little snippets like that make me horny too.
"You would like Layla," she said one time, "wears sussy-hose; panty hose that have no panties but hold up as suspenders". I just nodded and said oh, knowing that to show too much interest may have repercussions later. Nichole believes that as a married woman she should show a modicum of decorum except in bed.
"What poison do you fancy?" I ask Layla
"Oh, a can of that crap you drink will do Mark, I don’t want to get pissed." She giggles again.
I get the cans out of the kitchen fridge and when I return to the living room Layla is lying back in the chair scrutinising my Playboy. Her legs are parted slightly and I try to see up her dress, but the lighting is too low.
"God, I see what attracts you men to these porn mags! But you know they are not really like these pics don’t you?"
"Oh?"
"Silly! They are air-brushed! No one has skin as flawless as this." Layla holds up the centre-fold. "Mark, you are an idiot if you don’t accept that. Look at this one’s pussy mound..."
My heart skips a beat and John Thomas raises his head and takes notice in my pants.
"... not a goose bump, not a razor nick..." her left eyebrow arches upward.
"Yes but..." I stammer,"she probably waxes."
"You seen Nikki’s choochie after she has waxed," Layla looks up, "have you?"
"Well she... erm... does it in the bathroom." I am feeling that I am in awful trouble and that my wife is going to jump into the room and say... "caught you, you cheating bastard".
"Oh my dear god Mark! You have never seen a freshly waxed pussy! You think it looks like this?" Her finger traces the girl’s mound in a way that has my cock up and panting. Shit! Now what do I do? Layla will see the bulge in my pants. But if she does she says nothing but sits thinking.
She gets out of the chair, takes my hand and pulls me behind her to the stairs.
"Hey! Wait a minute now, what you going to ..."
"Silly man, come on, you need educating... never seen a waxed pussy... oh my god!" She laughs derisively.
"Layla if this is some kind of honey trap I don’t think it’s funny." I pull her to a stop and glare into her green eyes.
Layla’s eyes narrow, her mouth thins, she thinks a moment then throws back her head and screams out laughing. "Nikki would kill me, before she killed you, if she had any idea about this," she laughed.
Still giggling, she pulls me to the bathroom, and with a knowledge born of many stays at our house finds my wife’s waxing kit.
"Drop your pants honey, you are about to see a freshly waxed cock!"
"No way! Don’t you even think about... "
"Oh you great baby! It only hurts for a while! Come on!"
"NO!" I turn to leave the bathroom.
"Ok, ok!" She lets out an exaggerated sigh."It will have to be mine."
"But, wait, no, erm... well..." This is getting way out of hand.
Layla drops the dress to the floor in one deft movement and for the first time I see her almost naked body. My cock almost bursts out of my pants. She is incredible. A white bra barely covers small but firm breasts; she wears no panties, only suspenders holding up stockings that reach up to the top of her thighs. Her pussy mound is covered in fine red hair. Red! Her eyes meet mine.
"So, now you know, Mark, yes, I’m ginger!" Her laugh tells me that she is thoroughly enjoying this.
Bloody hell, I am desperate to rub my cock, but at this moment I think better of it.