The Quean of Wales

We walked a bit more, paddled and mucked about and generally had a very fun afternoon. We had a bite to eat at the same pub we’d been at the night before, then popped into the little Tesco's nearby to get some supplies; wine, beer, a bottle of whisky because Paul, and snacks and all the things we needed to smoke a couple of joints later on if we wanted to. 

Then we headed back to the hotel.  

We took it in turns to shower, then I got dressed in a set of green and black lacy Pour Moi underwear, and a black almost-kimono, almost opaque. You couldn’t see exactly what I was wearing underneath, but it didn’t take much observation to work out it wasn’t a lot. 

Paul wore blue jeans and a white short sleeved shirt. Why are men's clothes so boring? Suits are sexy, but it was far too hot for anything like that. 

Paul opened a bottle of prosecco and poured me a glass. I sat on the sofa, and when I patted it, he sat next to me, beer in hand.  

It didn’t take long until we’d both finished our drinks. We were both very nervous. I didn’t want to drink much though, it would interfere with the E and quite possibly my judgement.  

I put my hand over the glass when Paul offered to top it up “I will have some more but not yet, let's wait for CJ. Don’t drink too much if you’re still thinking about the E darling.” 

“Oh, is it dangerous?” He asked. 

“No, well, probably in quantity, like anything, but it deadens the effect of the E, you won’t feel as much. Also just normal alcohol, it affects your judgement, so probably best we all take it easy, at least until we know what’s happening” 

He agreed, putting the prosecco back in the cooler and his beer back in the fridge. He looked at his watch. 

“She should be here any minute now. Sarah, are you sure you’re cool with this? 

“Darling, as long as you are cool with my taking the E , I am absolutely cool with this. I’m apprehensive but really, really excited.” 

There was a knock on the door. 

“Ready?” We both looked at each other, Paul stood, kissed me and went to open the door. 

“Hiiii!” She grinned as Paul opened the door, “How are you both?” 

“We’re really good thank you CJ, really good. Please come in” Paul gestured for her to enter. 

“God, this room, it’s still bloody amazing! Sarah, you look great!” 

“Drink?” Said Paul, anxious to turn her attention back to him. 

“Ooh yes please, what have you got? 

“Prosecco, wi..” 

She interrupted him before he could finish “Prosecco will be lovely, thank you.”  

She plonked herself on the sofa next to me, putting her hand on my leg “I love this, you’re covered but I can see everything!” 

I blushed. “Thank you. You look great too”, she was wearing a little black dress with white detailing, a thin beige jacket, the sleeves rolled up slightly, and black heels. “Really great actually. I feel like I've underdressed!” 

“Well, that will make it easier for me to undress you entirely, won’t it?” She laughed while I tried to grasp for words to respond. 

“Here” Paul handed CJ her drink and sat down in the armchair “It’s not often she’s lost for words. 

There’s snacks and things and other drinks if you want anything, just help yourself to whatever.” 

“To whatever?” CJ grinned “I will bear that in mind. So have you done it yet?” She asked, looking at me and then Paul in turn. 

“No,” I said “We wanted to just talk it through with you first. I’ve done it before, Paul has not, but we’ve never had someone else with us in a room like this either. Paul isn’t sure he wants to do it at all. I definitely do, I literally can’t wait to see how it makes me feel in this situation” 

She leaned close to me and asked quietly “What situation is that babe?” 

All my skin tingled. But I ignored her question. 

“There’s enough here for two people, if Paul isn’t going to have it you are welcome to, but I think given the situation” I used her emphasis, “it might be best if you didn’t, unless you’ve had it before.” 

“Babe, I haven’t and thank you but I don’t want it. Some wine will do me fine. I can’t wait to see what it does to you in this situation though.  

I’ll let you into a secret, I’ve done this before, a few times, with singles and couples. I really fucking love it, I suppose it's my thing. It almost never happens on my doorstep though, I’m usually travelling for work or on holiday. I’ve never had a situation where someone was taking ecstasy though. I’m really curious about what’s going to happen.” 

As she said this, she started kissing my neck and I shuddered, a whole body shudder, the release of all the nervous anticipation I’d been feeling for hours now.  

Paul was sat watching as she kissed my neck and put her hand on my waist, turning me slightly towards her. I moved my head down and round a little to catch her lips in mine, and kissed her properly, looking at Paul as I tasted her. He was busy with his phone putting some music on though the room’s bluetooth speakers and turned, smiling as he saw what we were doing. He helped himself to another beer and sat down in the armchair opposite, tapping his foot and watching us. 

He’d put on Kreuder & Dorfmeister. We used to fuck on the floor in front of the fireplace the winter we first met, with this on in the background. It always reminded me of good sex and it seemed it did him too. I kissed CJ again, with renewed vigour.  

For a moment I was really getting into the kiss, it has been so long since I had actually kissed anyone other than Paul. All my dalliances had been so kink focused there was never anything so simple and intimate as this, it was wonderful. I was sad when she gently pushed me away, a trail of saliva separating our lips.  

She looked at Paul, “Are you going to run a bath for me then? I’ll make it worth your while.” I was briefly shocked, then laughed as he eagerly put down his beer, jumped up and rushed over to turn the taps on. He was like a teenager under the spell of the mean girl in class. I realised I had my hand between my legs. So was I. 

“Bubbles?” He asked, sounding rather silly. 

“Of course, how else am I going to relax?” She replied. She turned and kissed me again, slipping her hand over mine, still between my legs, just gently cupping and pushing my fingers into my sex “you’re so warm, I can feel you” she whispered, pressing a little harder, I involuntarily pressed back; she wasn’t wrong, I was absolutely soaking. 

She got up and walked over to Paul’s phone, turning the music up a bit, then scrolled through the playlist “I’ve never heard of any of these, are they all really chilled or is there something more upbeat?” 

Paul replied “oh, K&D is all chill but we can listen to whatever. I think little miss pillhead over there might want to choose though?” He’d noticed I was fiddling with a little bag that had some bits of crinkled up rizla paper in it. “Are you going to do it now?” 

“It will take 30 minutes or so to do anything, so I probably will, if you’re both ok with it? There’s two doses for me, the second one is for about an hour later if I need it. And there’s more, as you know.” I looked at him, he was stirring the bath with his and, it was taking a long time to fill up but was almost there. He was making sure it was the right temperature. 

She almost looked impatient, waiting for her bath to be made ready, arms crossed. She looked quite strict, which I felt Paul was responding to. He never responded to me when I was strict, it was too much like normal professional me. But this pretty blonde had him wrapped around her little finger. I wanted her wrapped around something else. 

“Take it babe” She smiled at me. “Then unzip my dress.” No please, more of an order.