Dark Enchantment by Janine Ashbless

cloth-covered erection. As our tongues meet he gives a thick little groan. Then he surprises me by taking the initiative and sliding his hand up between my thighs. He doesn’t have to lift the hem of the dress far to find the velvet mound of my pussy under the flimsiest of silken triangles. It’s shaven smooth, a fact he discovers as his fingers stroke me softly through the cloth. His tongue stirs my mouth in assured counterpoint to the movement of his hand.
    I can’t help the noise that escapes as he finds the edge of the silk at the crease between thigh and pubic mound, but my moan is kept private by his lips. It’s a secret between us – like the secret movement of his finger slipping beneath the fabric to caress my bare flesh, soft and slow. Like the secret rush of heat to my sex. Like the hidden cleft of my sex lips that he inevitably finds. Suddenly I’m not soft velvet under his hand any more, I am hot liquid melt and his fingers are delving the shallows of my furrow, back and forth.
    Our tongues still dancing together, we shift our stances very slightly. I ease my legs open to make room for his hand. He leans in to me harder, arching me over the rail. To any observer it ought to look like we’re simply locked in a deep kiss. From the balcony windows the partygoers will only be sure of the hand he has locked on my hip, not the one plundering my panties. They’ll see the arm I have draped around his neck, not the way I’m stroking the thick bulge in his trousers, squeezing his tumescence greedily. They might guess, but however avidly anyone is spying upon us they cannot be sure.
    What if he loses patience? Will he blow our cover? Will he pull the front of my dress down to expose my breasts, hoist my skirt and fuck me properly in full view of them all? The thought makes me wetter still. His fingertip skids in slippery circles upon my clit, stealing my senses.
    He’s
perfect
.
    Then it all falls apart.
    ‘Saffy!’
    I jerk away from him to see Demi standing with legs braced and one hand on her hip, her face sour. His fingers slip from me. ‘Shit,’ I say, hopelessly.
    ‘What the –’ Patrick turns to take in the sight of her voluptuous curves, the blond-streaked hair that belies the toast colour of her skin. She glares at him. He rubs his wet fingers together, dazed. His erection is like a fist pushing against his trouser front.
    ‘What do you think you’re doing with her?’
    ‘Um.’ He’s fazed by her vehemence. ‘Excuse me?’
    ‘Saffy’s with me!’
    ‘Jeez,’ I mutter, pulling down the hem of my dress. ‘Patrick, meet Demi. Demi, this is a nice guy I was just having a bit of fun with.’
    ‘Slut.’ She takes me by the arm and all but hauls me out of his.
    He’s looking from my face to hers, trying to work out how he should react.
    ‘I should put a shock collar on you, you little slapper.’
    ‘You’d enjoy that, wouldn’t you, you bitch?’ I snarl.
    ‘Watch your mouth!’
    Patrick brightens. ‘Hey, if you two are together we could always go for a threesome.’
    Demi draws herself up, lip thrust out furiously. ‘You stupid man,’ she sneers. ‘You vile little man.’ Snatching his jacket off my shoulders she throws it onto the railing, and it hangs there a moment before slipping off over the edge of the balcony and disappearing into the darkness below. Patrick, half-paralysed, watches with his mouth open as it falls from sight. ‘You’ll stay away from us if you know what’s good for you,’ Demi announces.
    ‘My wallet,’ he says plaintively, going to look over the edge. ‘My phone.’
    ‘Come on,’ she orders, pulling me away.
    I obey, whining below my breath. Being with her brings out the worst in me, turning me instantly into a sulky brat again.
    ‘Hey!’
    ‘I just can’t trust you around men, can I?’ she complains.
    ‘Hey! That was my jacket!’ Patrick has recovered enough to get angry.
    As Demi turns back to face him I take the opportunity to step aside and,