Dinner Party - Part 5

Peter began to pull off his own clothes.

I quickly grabbed the nearest towel and wrapped it around myself, desperate to regain some semblance of control over the situation.

“Hey, hey,” he said with a chuckle, his eyes still sparkling with mischief, “Relax, Marion. It’s just us here. No need to be shy.”

Without a word, I hesitantly dropped the towel. He grinned widely, his eyes dancing with amusement as he took in my naked form.

My cheeks flamed red as I stared at his erection, horrified. This wasn't right. Marion was my mom's friend, and Peter was her husband. And yet, here I was, standing naked in their bathroom while he ogled me. What had I gotten myself into?

My heart pounded in my chest as two options flashed through my mind: I could either go along with this to maintain the charade or make a run for it. But I couldn't shake off the feeling that if I ran, it would only make things worse.

"Marion," he purred, "come here."

Peter’s hands reached behind me and grabbed onto my ass, pulling me closer to him. I could feel his hardness pressing against my stomach. My naked body brushing against his.

He started to push his erection against Marion’s entrance, “A little help there, honey?”

Help? With what?

I swallowed hard, my heart hammering in my chest. This was wrong on so many levels, but I was trapped in this situation and had no other choice. I had never even had sex before. Who was I kidding? I was a 12-year-old boy!

My hand trembled as it reached down between my legs, guiding his throbbing arousal to Marion's waiting entrance.

This wasn't how I envisioned my first time - or any time for that matter - to be, but I was trapped in this situation, and the only way out was through it.

"That's it," Peter groaned, his breath hot against my neck.

With a slow, agonizing thrust, he entered me—I mean, Marion. He pushed deeper and deeper, stretching me in ways I never thought possible. The sensation of him inside me was both painful and strangely arousing.

I bit down on my lower lip to muffle a moan that threatened to escape my lips. This shouldn't feel good. Not with Marion's husband, of all people! But my body betrayed me.

I wasn't Jacob anymore, I told myself; I was Marion, an adult woman who consented to this.

"Oh, Marion," he groaned, hips rocking into me in a steady rhythm.

Part of me wanted to scream, to push him away and remind him that I was just a kid trapped in this woman's body. But another part, the part intoxicated by this surreal experience, found itself responding to his movements.

“Yeah, just like that,” he breathed, focusing intently on my face. 

I forced a smile, trying to play the part of his wife while my mind spiraled into chaos. How was I supposed to act like Marion? To be someone who had clearly been intimate with him before? I couldn’t think straight.

But then Peter leaned in closer and kissed me deeply. I was taken aback… it felt like less of an attack and somehow …warm, caring… loving. I could sense in the way he held me, his touch gentle yet firm, that he truly loved Marion.

I think I finally understood why they called it “lovemaking” — there was a tender connection hidden beneath the haze of physicality, something that seemed to bind the two of them together.

“I love you, Marion,” Peter breathed, closing his eyes as he lost himself in the moment, “I’m so close.”

I blinked back the surprise that washed over me. Love? Was this what it felt like?

“I love you, too,” I whispered, and the words felt foreign yet strangely fitting in this moment. How could I say that? I wasn’t meant to be here, to feel this…

I felt myself tensing up around him, my climax building with every forceful thrust. This couldn't be happening. Not now. Not like this.

"Oh!" The moan escaped my lips before I could stop it, "O-Oh, P-Peter!"

Then I felt it —a rush of sensation flooding through me, igniting every nerve ending as Peter thrust deeper. Was that? Was I …climaxing? I let out an audible gasp as I felt a sudden, warm liquid gush inside of me.

It took me a moment to realize what that liquid was. I gasped as the realization hit me like a tidal wave—Peter had just released inside Marion’s body.

Peter collapsed on top of me, his breathing heavy and ragged. He kissed my neck softly before rolling off of me and pulling me into his arms.

“That was amazing,” he said, his voice still filled with passion.

I didn’t know what to say. I was still reeling from the experience, trying to come to terms with the fact that I had just had sex with Peter.

It took me a few moments to gather my thoughts and find my voice. "Peter, I..." I started, not sure where to begin.

But he silenced me with a kiss, his lips pressing gently against mine. The second time I’d ever been kissed by someone. But It was a different kind of kiss now, fueled by tenderness and affection.

I felt my heart flutter despite the whirlwind of confusion inside me. Conflicting emotions swirled through my mind—regret, disbelief, and an unexpected sense of intimacy that I couldn't fully comprehend. This was so far beyond anything I'd ever imagined or understood about relationships.

It actually felt ...nice.