DUELING DESIRES
An Erotic Short Story
by Aubrey Watt
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Copyright 2012 by Aubrey Watt
First Smashwords Edition: Feb 2012
ISBN: 978-1-4658-2683-1
Cover design by Aubrey Watt
Cover photo © Sergey Svinarev, See-ming Lee - Licensed through Dreamstime, Photoree, Photorack
Dueling Desires
John was laying on a shaky, creaking bed amid a mess of frilly fabric in the soft English sunlight. Atop him was a bouncing, writhing young wench who was having a rather satisfying morning. So was he.
“Oh! Oh! Oh!” Her cries increased in frequency and pitch as she flew up and down, her dark curled hair coming unpinned. Her hands gripped at his chest hair to find purchase, and her brow was wet with lusty sweat. He arched himself up against her, his hard prick skewering her under the hundred folds of linen and lace.
She tilted her head back, exposing the milky white curve of her neck. John took the opportunity to reach up and pull at her bodice lacing.
“John! John!” He did not know if her shrieks were meant to stop or encourage him. She leaned forward, grasping his hand and thrusting her hips slowly in a circular motion.
“John, stop undressing me, for all love. I’ll be late to church. Oh!” John had moved inside her, filling her in all the right places.
“You promised me breakfast.” He did not stop the rhythm, not for a second.
“Oh, yes, yes!” She sighed as she jounced up and down. “I mean, no, John, we’ve aught for breakfast here.”
“Perfectly fine, my sweet, I’ll last until lunch if you’ll just let me at these melons.” With this he tore down the front of her bodice and grasped the sweet tits in his hand. They bounced in his palms as she bounced on his cock, blithely giving in to his urgings. Litany could wait.
She was riding his cock hard when the wood door opened and his friend, William walked in.
“My, John, you’ve got an odd way of worship.” William peered out the window where the sun was rising fast. “Don’t you know you’ll be late for litany?” He seemed oblivious to the situation before him.
The girl, bless her heart, kept up the cadence of their lovemaking, riding higher and higher towards her climax.
“God is ever-present, William, so says the church.” John rubbed his thumbs over her hard nipples, and she squealed with delight. “And I am already prostrate in exaltation of his wonders.”
“Your devotion is inspiring,” William said in a half-mocking tone, his hands clasped behind his back. “But do remember that the prince is visiting, and although the Sabbath is meant to honor the King of Kings it would do you no harm to pay your respects to the lesser, more earthly royalty among us.”
The girl’s shrieks were coming high and fast, and he felt himself approaching his peak rapidly.
“Well, and I’ll follow you out, William.” His voice was hoarse with lusty exercise and his hips rose in tempo along with the pressure inside of him. “Just as soon—as I sing—Hallelujah!”
William closed the door behind him, muffling the screams of orgasm that rang out as John blasphemed the name of the Lord over and over again in the morning air.
***
John found William waiting for him in the arched courtyard. His slender frame was leaning against a nutmeg tree, and he was juggling two of the nutmegs in his hand.
“Tsk, tsk,” William said, as they turned to walk down the lane towards the cathedral. “Remember the seventh commandment.”
“Thou shalt not kill?” John stole one of the nutmegs as it flew out of William’s hand. He sniffed it appreciatively.
“Adultery, John, adultery.”
John tossed the nutmeg back and busied himself with tucking his shirt into his breeches. “That’s her sin then, isn’t it?”
William’s eyes rolled in his head. “That’s a proper defense you’re mounting. Suppose you tell that to her husband.”
“Come now, Will,” John said, smoothing his shirt. “He’s off playing at being an officer. I’m safe as a ship in South Mooring.”
“For now,” William said cryptically, and strolled onward.
The two made an odd pairing walking down the lane, William’s pale and slender figure made to seem even smaller next to John’s robust physique. Their mothers were dear friends, and so in childhood they had spent nearly every waking minute with each other, gamboling in the fields and cliffs in summer and knocking icicles off of the castle arches in winter.
When William’s interests had turned to science, it was John who protected him from the bullying louts at school. John himself never paid attention to the lectures, figuring he would join an apprenticeship sooner or later, but came to classes dutifully anyway to safeguard his friend from teasing.
And there had been teasing. William had always been smaller than the other boys, and less outgoing, especially when it came to girls. John didn’t understand why—William was for all his slim stature a very attractive boy, and a good person at heart. One day John had worked up a curiosity enough to ask him about it.
“Why don’t you take Clara to Friday’s dance?” he had asked William. He had seen her looking at William during classes during one of his bouts of distraction. “I bet she’d say yes. I know she thinks you’re handsome.”
“I’m not particularly interested in her,” William had said, and if he was not disinterested he was marvelous at feigning it.
“Why don’t you ask another girl then?” John pressed.
William had paused briefly, and John caught an apprehensive look in his eye before he spoke. “I’m not particularly interested in girls.”
“Oh.” John absorbed this information. “Well, that’s alright then.”
And it was. John had never again brought up the topic, and if William went off to West Bell sometimes to knock about with the sailors at port, well, that was none of his business either.
John’s mediocre performance at grade school coupled with his powerful strength made him an attractive candidate for military service, and when William had taken three years in Paris to study medicine, John followed him as part of a British foreign detachment to train in warfare abroad. Though he never saw active battle, John had made a name for himself by laying every French concubine that side of the Seine and drinking the surly Frenchmen under the table with their own gallon jugs of port. He had risen rapidly in rank despite his inexperience in actual combat, and had made some friends in high places.
Both of them had returned to England happy to see home, and they now lived in the same port village just a few miles outside of the castle walls. William’s medical practice was thriving, and John occasionally had to borrow a few silver pieces from him to pay off debtors, but their friendship was so strong that neither would put a price on it. Besides, John had gotten him out of scrapes more times than he could count, and he figured Will wouldn’t mind giving him some coin every now and again as repayment for his guardianship.