Online Romance Group (A Romance Novella) Read online

  Was that what this was? A night of hanky panky?

  I’d thought about it a lot. Were we going to just sit in the dark and talk? Or were we going to actually do some of the stuff we chatted about?

  I had a feeling no one would show up. Ferrah would be there, and maybe Stallion, but I doubted the rest would make an appearance. What was I doing there? Me, normal Jane, the office manager? What did I hope to get out of this?

  God I hoped Mud would be there. I had a hunger for the man. I was becoming obsessed with him.

  Sitting in my car, looking at the stairs that led to the apartment, I got excited. I felt a soft aching in my pussy. No that’s not true. It was deeper inside, like a starvation that was nagging at me, begging me to feed it. My panties were getting wet. Mud had to come tonight. He had to come so I could come.

  I stepped out of my car and quickly pulled my hood up over my head. I think Ferrah’s intentions were for us to wear the robe and only the robe, but fuck that. I was weary enough about showing up at a strange hotel room. I wasn’t going commando.

  I kept my head down just in case someone else was sitting in his or her car watching people show up for our rendezvous. I was sure someone was out there peeking.

  I took the stairs one at a time. I was in no rush. I was too nervous to be in a hurry.

  This was one of those hotels with external access to the rooms. The hallways were open and all the doors were clearly visible from the parking lot. I shuffled my way down the breezy corridor, searching for Room #76. I found it and stood there for a second staring at the peephole in front of me.

  Would Ferrah cheat and look out of the peephole? Would she have her eyes open while I wore a blindfold? I already knew what she looked like so I guessed if she cheated it wasn’t that big a deal. It was only fair.

  I pulled a black lace blindfold from my pocket and wrapped it around my head. I could still see so I adjusted the fabric until I was in the dark.

  I knocked once. Twice. Three times.

  Or is it thrice?

  “Just a second,” came a voice from the other side of the door.

  I waited. My heart was doing backflips and a little kid with soccer cleats was kicking me in my nonexistent balls. I was freaking out.

  “What’s the secret password?”

  Was there a secret password? Fuck you. Would that work?

  “Open the fucking door, Ferrah,” I said a little too loud.

  “Don’t get your panties in a bunch. Do you have your blindfold on?”

  “I do.”

  The door squeaked open and then I felt her hand bump my shoulder and nearly touch my breast as she found me with her eyes closed. She led me inside and closed the door.

  “Jane?” she asked.

  “Yep.”

  “Right on time. You can take off your blindfold. It’s dark in here.”

  I felt her hands on my face, as if she were actually blind and trying to discover me. She pulled off my blindfold and placed it in my hand. I pocketed it.

  Then her lips touched mine. Just a little peck. I moved back, surprised.

  “Just a friendly hello,” she said. “Thanks for coming.”

  I smelled liquor on her breath.

  I couldn’t see a thing. It was pitch black. Light glowed from the edges of the shade-drawn window but it wasn’t enough to illuminate the room.

  “Who’s here?” I asked.

  “So far just Stallion, Ray, and Veronica.”

  “Ray?”

  “Goldenboy,” Ferrah said. “His real name’s Ray…like the sun’s golden rays? Cheesy I know. It’s his thing.”

  She led me into the bedroom which was even darker than the living room. There was no window which meant no glowing around its edges.

  “Oh my god,” I said. “This is insane. I can’t see a thing.”

  “Guys, Jane’s here,” she said.

  A cup was put into my hand. Something was poured into it. How she was able to do all this absent sight was impressive. I wondered if she was wearing military night vision goggles or something.

  I stood still for a moment, wishing my eyes would adjust to the dark and show me all its hidden secrets. They didn’t.

  “Hey Jane,” came a female voice that I guessed was Veronica.

  I waved, like an idiot, and was suddenly glad nobody could see me.

  “Hello,” I said.

  I sat down on the bed and leaned back against a pillow.

  “We’re all gonna fit on this bed?” I asked.

  “Oh we can use the bed, the floor, the shower…whatever you want,” Ferrah replied.

  “Jane, what’s up baby?” came the soft voice of Ray, Goldenboy.

  “You sound hot, girl,” came a strong voice that I guessed was Stallion’s.

  His strong arms wrapped around me and squeezed tight.

  “Stallion?” I asked.

  “Yep,” he said as he swung his leg around and sat behind me, pulling me back against his chest.

  “Well…I…umm,” I tried to argue.

  I was mad at first. The audacity. But then I remembered why I was there. We were all part of an erotic chat group. We’d all talked about fingering ourselves or jacking ourselves off or straddling a guy and fucking him into oblivion or taking it in the ass for the first time. We’d told all of our dirty little secrets and those of us meeting in this room were perhaps the closest of anyone in the group. We were the consistent few.

  “I remember the pictures you sent me,” Stallion whispered into my ear. “My favorite was the one with you bent over, your ass towards the camera, and you looking back over your shoulder with your pussy lips there below the crack of your ass. Damn.”

  I blushed in the dark. I’d sent photos to a few people, usually careful to keep my face out of them. With Stallion I showed him everything. And he’d done the same.

  I still had a picture he sent me. He was completely naked, leaned back in a leather desk chair, a cocky grin on his sexy face, and his hand wrapped around the base of his cock. His fist didn’t even cover half of it. The man was huge.

  “Do you remember that time you told me you’d never been with a black man before?” he whispered.

  My heart raced. I did say that. I sipped from my cup. God it was strong. Whiskey.

  “Yes, I do remember that.” It had just slipped out. I don’t even think I knew it was coming.

  I felt his cock rise and settle at the spot just above my ass. I couldn’t believe it. Stallion was right there in a room with Ferrah, a girl he’d already fucked, and he was coming on to me. And the head of his dick poked me in the back. I couldn’t be sure without reaching back and grabbing a hold of it, but it seemed to be tapping freely against me with no fabric restraint. Had he worn his robe and only his robe the way he’d been instructed? That was so fucking hot.

  I liked feeling him against me. I took another sip of my whiskey.

  I hadn’t had a cock inside me since the last time I went out to sing karaoke, probably a year before, when I’d had too much to drink and slept with a Frank Sinatra wannabe.

  “And I remember you saying something about how you’d take me in your mouth, all of me, and suck me until my asshole clenched and my eyes rolled back.”

  I’d said that too.

  His tongue lashed out at my ear lobe. Just one little flick. But that did it. I felt myself getting wet again. I turned my face to get closer to his ear.

  “I remember you saying that you wanted me to sit on your face, to ride your face, until your thirst was quenched by my juices,” I whispered.

  It was the darkness. Something about the absence of sight made things less risky. It felt unreal, like it was all some erotic dream and I was free to do whatever I wanted. All my other senses felt heightened.

  I could hear Veronica, Ray, and Ferrah having a conversation somewhere behind me but my focus was on Stallion. His aroma filled my nostrils and his voice drifted to my ears. He was a mixture of powerful, manly cologne and raspy soul. I secretly wanted a
ll that inside me.

  I took another drink and wondered if it was possible that I was already getting drunk. Had Ferrah slipped something in my drink? No, I just hadn’t eaten anything and the whiskey was so strong and I was so fucking horny.

  That was the problem. I was fucking horny. God was I horny. I’d only been there a few minutes and I was already wanting to fuck one of the guys in the room. What was wrong with me?

  Stallion’s hand gripped the back of my head as he pulled me closer to him. I reached for his face and felt the stubble on his cheek, rough like sandpaper. His lips touched mine, and even with this strong, succulent piece of meat waiting for me to devour it, I had my mind set on Mud. I imagined him as I parted Stallion’s lips with my tongue.

  With one hand on Stallion’s head, I moved my other down between my legs and ran my nails over the fabric of my jeans. It tickled my clit and I sighed into Stallion’s mouth. He took that as a sign to kiss me harder.

  I was about to turn around and really dive into him when three knocks sounded off in the distance.

  “Oooh we have a new arrival,” sang Ferrah.

  I pulled back from Stallion and moved towards the center of the bed, closer to Veronica and Ray who were busy talking. I didn’t mean to play hard to get but if Mud walked in I didn’t want to be owned by the hunky guy next to me.

  “Baby Jane?” Stallion said. “What’s up, girl? Come here.”

  I slid towards the sound of his voice and found the headboard. I sat with my back against it, next to him, and took his hand in mine.

  “Let’s move a little slower,” I said. “At least until I’ve had a few drinks.”

  “Nervous?” he asked as his hand stroked the side of my face.

  “A little.”

  Ferrah came back into the room.

  “We have two more this time,” she said.

  “This is fucking cool,” came a female voice that I knew belonged to Jennifer, the most free-spirited of the group. “I am so fucking horny too so this is gonna be hot.”

  “Umm, hi guys,” came a second voice, this one much lower and shaky. He was nervous whoever he was. Sounded a bit timid.

  I thought of who was missing. Of all the people who’d agreed to this, only BigGayHunk and Mud Studly were missing. That voice could not belong to Mud. He was sure to have a tough voice, a deep one maybe, with a cowboy twang. I’d know his voice when I heard it. I had to.

  “I found him out in the parking lot,” Jennifer said. “He was just standing there with his hood over his face at the bottom of the stairs.”

  “Aww,” Ferrah said. I guess it was Ferrah. “Were you too afraid to come up? Are you Mud or BigGayHunk?”

  “Stan,” he replied. “BigGayHunk. I…umm…felt weird. I lied to you guys. The truth is, I’m not a model. I’m big and I’m gay but I’m not really a hunk.”

  “Hunk’s in the eye of the beholder,” Ray said, and I thought that was the sweetest thing ever.

  “So you ain’t really gonna be on no book covers?” Stallion asked.

  I slapped his arm softly, reminding him not to be rude. Here I was outside the online group and still trying to keep things under control.

  “Fraid not,” Stan replied.

  “I figured that shit,” Stallion said. “But we all got secrets, brother. Come on in and grab a drink.”

  “Yeah,” Stan started again. “I’m sorry I just…”

  “Shut up,” Veronica shouted. I knew it was her because the voice came from the bed. “We’re in the dark. Nobody knows what you look like. Just have fun tonight. Have a drink and relax. I’m sitting over here with Goldenboy, Ray. Have a drink and sit with us.”

  “So we’re gonna stay like this? In the dark?” Jennifer asked.

  “Yes,” Ferrah answered. “That’s the game. You can hear, you can smell, you can feel, you can taste…but you can’t look.”

  “Woohoo,” Jennifer hollered. “Game motherfucking on!”

  “Goldenboy?” Stan’s asked, sounding happy and maybe a little hopeful.

  “Hi Stan, come on over here,” Ray said.

  “Sounds like there might be some man on man action tonight too,” Stallion whispered in my ear.

  Still no Mud though. We’d all been given times to arrive so we wouldn’t bump into each other outside. Maybe Mud had drawn the final arrival time. Or maybe Ferrah set it up that way so she could have him for herself. That was very possible.

  “Anyone need a drink? You might have to shimmy on over here cause I’ll spill this shit all over myself trying to find ya in the dark,” Ferrah called out.

  I slid past Stallion and over to the side of the bed. His hand settled on my waist as if he was worried I’d slip away in the darkness. I sensed he was claiming me.

  “I’d like more. A lot more,” I said as I held out my cup.

  Sexplay

  Laughter filled the air. We were all getting drunk and having a fantastic time. We’d started a drinking game to ease the tension in the room. Truth or dare was the natural choice. We’d played similar games online so there wasn’t a whole lot we didn’t know about each other.

  I chose truth the first time around. My question? Had I ever masturbated thinking about anyone in the room? I had. I’d fingered myself to thoughts of Stallion and Jennifer. I would never say that I’m gay but I think there’s a curious bone in my body. Stallion was the perfect package and you’d have to be inhuman to not fantasize about Jenn.

  Ray chose dare and was dared to kiss Stan. He didn’t hesitate which I think kind of surprised us all. I couldn’t see anything but I could hear their lips smacking and the hungry sigh of one of the guys.

  Veronica chose truth and was asked if she’d ever had a threesome. She had. Twice. Once with her ex-husband and one of the female members of her band. And once with her husband and one of his male coworkers. She’d enjoyed herself very much on both occasions and would definitely be up for doing it again.

  Stan never took his turn as the guys dropped out of the game early and seemed to be getting along just fine on their own.

  Jenn chose dare of course. She was dared to suck on one of my tits. I almost blurted out, “I object!” but I didn’t object.

  The sane part of me that went to work every day and sat at a desk and paid my bills on time and cleaned my house and sent whatever extra money I had to my adult children…that part of me silently screamed, “No!”

  But the other side of me, the one who’d spent so many nights with Vinnie the vibrator and who’d once fucked her ex-husband with a strap on dildo—his request not mine—that part of me wasn’t so silent. That part of me said out loud, “It’s okay, Jenn.”

  The room erupted with cheers, chants, and howls.

  “Where are you?” she asked as she searched for me in the dark.

  “Here,” I said.

  I reached out to her and found her. She moved closer to me and I lifted my T-shirt. She pulled it all the way off which kind of surprised me. I wasn’t expecting to be that vulnerable even in the dark.

  “Can I take off your bra?” she asked.

  I hesitated.

  “I can just lift one of the cups if you want.”

  “No, it’s okay,” I said. “Just take it off.”

  And she did. She reached behind me and found the clasp, removing it with an ease no man could match. When she pulled it off, I felt liberated, completely free from constraints.

  And then she found me. First her hand cupped the bottom of my left tit. She gently raised it up and then she took me in her mouth. So moist. So warm. So welcoming and soft. No rush. Just a gentle swirling of her tongue working around my nipple. I wanted to sink into her and pull her face against me. My pussy was dripping wet.

  I gasped. It just came out.

  And the crowd went wild. More hooting and hollering.

  “Work it, Jenn!” Stallion yelled.

  Yes, work it Jenn. I wanted her to work it some more. But she pulled free of me and laughed.

  “And that,
gentlemen, is how you do it,” she said proudly.

  That made me laugh right along with her. Fuck I was horny. Where the hell was Mud?

  I tilted my cup back and drained the last of my whiskey. I was getting drunk. And I loved my cover of darkness. It was like a blanket of security, a free pass to have uninhibited fun. I could abandon my morals and soak up the insanity of my friends. We were all running free in an adult playground.