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Part Five.
It was just gone eight o'clock when Karl knocked on the door of number one. Alice opened the door just enough for him to slip inside. The hall lights hadn't been turned on because if he had been seen, or reported that he was staying nights at the Horseshoe, he would have been fired from his job. Only his mate Mark knew that he was spending his nights there, but had promised that he wouldn't blow the whistle on him.
He took Alice into his arms and kissed her, holding her tight up against the closed front door. She wanted to tell him there and then her bad news, but held back. She wanted this night to last, so she broke free from the embrace and went through the house to the kitchen. Karl followed her and sat down to the dinner she had prepared. There were candles on the table giving flickering sparkles of light on the ceiling reflecting from the silverware nicely laid out. An ice bucket held a frosted bottle of white wine and a bottle of red standing next to it.
`I wasn't sure which wine you would prefer, so there's one of each. So open one of them while I dish up.'
He opened and poured out the white while she served.
The candles had melted half way down the holders when he poured out the last of the red wine.
`Let's take them upstairs,' Alice said, picking hers up.
`What about the dishes,' Karl asked.
Leave em till the morning,' she said blowing out the candles.
They walked upstairs hand in hand in the dark. The curtains of the bedroom were drawn back, so a little light came in through the window. Karl was quickly undressed and in bed so that he could watch Alice as she too undressed. He liked to watch, her body silhouetted against the faint light, the curve of her breast and the fine shapely line of her thighs. All too soon she was slipping into bed next to him.
She wrapped her hot body round his, smothering his face with kisses, hoarsely whispering words he couldn't hear, except, `Love me Karl, make love to me.' Her hand tight around his erection, her tits burning holes in his chest. He rolled her over and her legs opened wide to receive him. She was hot, almost burning his cock as he slid into her wet warmth, her vaginal muscles spasmodically gripping his shaft as he moved it in and out.
Faster,' she urged, harder. Push, push, push,' she moaned as he tried to speed up. She raised her hips up to meet his downward thrust, grinding his pubes hard to her mound. Her words lost meaning as they turned to moans that started low in her throat until they weren't far from screams as she orgasmed in waves of heat that flowed down through her loins. Karl came too at the same time, adding his noise to hers. Smothering him with kisses, she rolled him onto his back, them coming apart as they moved. She grappled frantically to try to reinsert his still erect cock into herself. Giving little sobs, she gave this up and slid down under the covers and took him into her mouth.
Karl gave a groan of delight as her wet mouth engulfed him. He'd been wanting her to do this ever since they had first fucked. Her hand was jerking it as she avidly sucked on it, trying desperately to get him to come again.
Her actions slowed as she wore out her frenzy and didn't resist when he pulled her up to him, reluctantly letting his cock slip wetly from her mouth. He kissed and cuddled her till they fell asleep.
He was slowly drawn out of his sleep by nearly every man's dream. A warm mouth of a woman around his iron hard cock. Dawn was just breaking, and the first vestiges of daylight were beginning to filter through the window. He could just see Alice's head bobbing beneath the covers as he luxuriated with the experience that most men never have. The tongue trying to probe between his swollen cock head and foreskin, her teeth gently teasing him.
As he moved, she let him go and reared up in the bed.
`Morning darling,' she said, getting astride of him, and with a hand, held his erection upright and slowly sank down on it. Taking him inside, sliding down his pole till her cheeks touched his thighs. She shook her head, running her fingers through the tousled hair, her breasts standing out firm from the action.
She then started to bounce up and down on him, her tits doing their own dance to the rhythm. His hands reached up and gently squeezed the moving orbs as his loins started to burn and said through gritted teeth that he was about to come.
Alice moved faster, grinding down, feeling every ridge of his muscle as it slipped and slid in her warmth, the straining head bursting, sending hot spurts of semen into her belly. She started to shudder as she came also, the copious juices flowing down and around his cock to trickle down his balls.
She fell forward onto his chest, keeping him tight inside. Karl held her tight and felt hot tears roll down his chest as she silently cried. His hand stroked her hair as he whispered to ask what was wrong.
Oh Karl,' she sobbed, this is our last morning together!'
`What?' he jerked. Then it all spilled out.
`I've got to leave this house this morning. Dav... David's sister spoke to me yesterday. She, and her parents now own the house. David didn't leave any will, and I...I was just a girl friend. That's all. Just a... I've been told to get out. Just like that. I've got to go.' Her crying continued, and Karl just kept rocking her on his chest. His erection had suddenly wilted and his penis slowly slid out her, which increased her crying as she squeezed her muscles trying to hold him in.
Camera slowly pans back out and up to see the two lovers lying together on the crumpled sheets as full daylight starts to stream into the bedroom.
There was only one car that would continually sound the horn to announce its arrival and demand entrance, and that one belonged to Sven Dali. Phil was driving, Klaus was sat next to him and Sven and Natasha occupied the back seat. They were just returning from a recording session. Damien, the manager and the rest of the group went off clubbing, taking Wesley to look after them.
When inside the house, Natasha went into the kitchen with two bags of take away food to heat up in the microwave oven. Phil took over the role of barman and fixed them all up with quite strong drinks.
`Did you hear those last two takes! That cunt Lars fucked up both times! Two fucking hours wasted! Twice he came in late by half a bar. I felt like smashing that guitar over his fucking head!' Sven ranted, flinging himself down on the sofa. Klaus sat next to him and stroked his knee to calm him.
You didn't help either!' pushing the hand away, all you did was laugh. We might have got away with the second one but for you laughing!'
It took several drinks and food before he calmed down enough to start to relax from the strenuous session of the day. With them smoking pot as well as drinking, it wasn't long before they were all stoned. Phil was asleep, or had passed out in a chair. Sven was slouched down on the sofa between Klaus and Natasha. She was wearing hot pants and his hand was down the front fingering her. His other hand was inside the fly of Klaus' jeans, fondling him. The joint they were smoking was passed along, they were having to put it into his mouth and take it out when he had taken a toke.
What shit is this,' he slurred, I'm frigging one and jerking the other and I ain't getting nutting!' He pulled his hands free and pushed Natasha off of the sofa.
`Get those frigging pants off and see to me,' he said unzipping his jeans and pulling out his erection. Klaus put his hand out and touched him, but he slapped the hand away. Natasha struggled out of her pants and crawled up between Sven's legs.
`That's right bitch. Use your laughing gear and make me smile. Aaaaagh, that's good,' he sighed stroking her hair. He gave Klaus a nudge and pointed to the bare rear end of Natasha.
`Go on. You don't often get the chance of fucking a girl.'
`She wouldn't like it,' he answered.
`She won't even know who it is. She's stoned. Go on.'
Klaus struggled out of the deep sofa and fell over while pulling his jeans off. Eventually freed, he crawl round behind her and with one hand on her hip guided himself into the showing pussy. Natasha only grunted as he dipped his wick into her honey pot, not losing her own momentum over Sven's prick.
So it was a similar scenario to that what Louise went through. Being filled with semen from both ends, the difference being that Natasha, even though she was stoned, wouldn't have raised any objections.
After a vigorous thrusting by Klaus at the rear of Natasha, holding her hips tight, came in short sharp bursts, taking the last of his energy, because he fell sideways, still spurting out from the end of his cock as he passed out. Natasha gave no sign of every knowing that he had been there. She just sucked and swallowed the emission from Sven and let him drop from her mouth as she slid sideways and finished up between his legs, her head against his crotch, oblivious to the excess semen dripping into her hair.
In the morning, the room stank of stale beer, sex and waste curry left over from their meal not leaving out tobacco mixed with grass and urine. The last being because, during the night, Phil roused up from the chair with a full bladder, tripped over the legs of Klaus, and in doing so, caused his head to contact violently with the floor. This rendered him again unconscious but this state couldn't stop nature, so he pissed his pants.
Daphne Fowler let herself into number one. After announcing herself at the gate as the sister of the late David Fowler, she was immediately given the keys that Alice had left with them when she departed.
She sniffed the air, satisfied that she couldn't smell tobacco, then inspected the house. It was on behalf of her parents' that she was looking the house over, and left perfectly satisfied. She took the keys with her and gave them to the agents and instructed them to put the house on the market and the money from the sale to be sent to the late occupant's parents.
Karl was heart stricken when he saw Alice leave in a taxi. She had given him the keys to the house and a quick kiss on the cheek before she hurried out to the taxi, tears pouring down her face. Mark had patted him on the back, commiserating with his friend as he could feel for him, being in a similar quandary with respects to Judy. Ever since that day in the woods, she'd been giving him the cold shoulder and couldn't understand why.
`Do you think it will go through?' Silvia asked Mike, as she made their cocoa to take up to bed.
`Well let's say that it's almost certain,' he answered, giving her a slap on the bottom.
`But it will mean moving! Going up there! Do they speak English?' He laughed, following her up the stairs.
`Their English might be a bit broad, but they can understand it better than they can speak it.'
They were talking of the possibility of him being bought on transfer by a very well known club from the upper regions of England.
`It's financially a good deal for us. Five figures a week. We'll make a profit on this place and get one even better up there cheaper than this one,' he said, as they settled themselves in bed.
By the way,' he started off. Do you remember the party last week, when some of the boys' came over?'
`Umm,' she answered distractedly, sipping her cocoa.
`Do you remember that girl that came to the wrong party?'
`Oh yes. Nice girl. Didn't see her leave. I think we went to bed before it broke up.'
`That's right. Well I don't know about nice. She was a reporter, crashing the party!'
`No!' Silvia breathed.
`Yeah! They found, accidentally, her press card and a camera. Here, these are the pictures that she took.' He passed over six pictures.
`They're not very good. I can only recognise two of the boys from these.'
`I know. But I don't think you'll recognise any of the boys from these ones taken later by them. If you do, I'll strangle you.' He then gave her the Polaroid ones kept back.
Oh my word!' Silvia said in surprise. No you're right. I don't recognise any of the boy's. None of their faces are shown but hers. Ohhh, now that's disgusting,' she said, holding up the picture with the two men masturbating over her. `That was uncalled for! What's the matter with the girl? Letting herself get photo...oh I see now. She didn't know. Did she? She didn't know they were taking these pictures, did she?'
`Don't blame me! I was up here in bed with you!'
`Well it was despicable of them!'
`Aww, come on! What if we'd stayed downstairs and things got out of hand? We might have been front pages!'
`I suppose you're right. What happened to the girl?'
`I don't know. I think they threw her out.'
`What can we do?' Silvia asked.
`Nothing. But I think we could try this position tonight,' he said, waving one of the photos in front of her.
`Doggie fashion eh?' putting her empty cup down and pushing the covers off, revealing her naked body.
First you'll have pay homage to the holy of holies,' she grinned as she stretched and slowly spread her legs. That is to kiss, lick and suck at the grail that you seek. Then if the obeisance is acceptable, what you want is yours, my lord.'
He grinned and didn't bother with the cocoa. He slid down the bed, kissing her as he moved down her body and went between her legs. With them open wide, he parted her lips with his fingers and gave her a long stroke of his tongue. The tip pausing and then titillating her clit before delving deep into her vagina.
She squirmed at the probing tongue, but helped by pushing at his head to do more. He licked, sucked and nibbled at her rising bud, alternating between the three options he had before using his fingers to penetrate and widen her orifice.
Enough,' she cried, enough. Now do it!' as she quickly turned over and rose up onto her knees, resting on her elbows, offering him her wet sex. He was quickly up and behind her, and with a guiding hand, slowly pushed his erection into her. He teased by only just inserting the head of his cock and then pausing. Holding her hips tight and giving it a slight wiggle to aggravate her, waiting for her to beg for it. Easing his heavy cock head in and around her inner lips, rasping the clitoris, gently poking but not penetrating.
Say it,' he said, come on say it!'
`You bastard,' she hissed.
`Wrong words darling. You know the words I want to hear,' he said, teasing her vagina with his cock, slipping the head half in and then withdrawing.
`Fuck me you bastard. Fuck me fuck me fuck me! Argghh,' she moaned as he then drove himself into her.
He relished it when he was buried deep inside her. The hot wet warmth that held his throbbing cock, her muscles flexing and flinching to the intrusion. Pulling her hips tight up to his as he rubbed his pubis tight up against her. Then the slow thrusting, trying to get the most feeling of her insides rubbing his erect sexual muscle. He pulled her back onto him more than he pushed into her, but the end result was the same. He couldn't move as fast as he would have wished, but it was enough, grinding up close to her, he came in great thumping bursts, grunting and groaning as he did so. He collapsed on her when he'd finished and that was it for the night.
`Did you send out the new invitations?' Stephen Mattock asked his wife Margaret. He was talking about the little party that had been planned before, but had been cancelled because of the death of David Fowler.
Yes,' she answered him, but I didn't include that dreadful pop singer.'
`Quite right. Can't stand the man myself either. Have they all accepted?'
Let's see,' Margaret replied crossing the room to the bureau. She picked a pile of cards. The footballer and party. Miss Brice. She asked if she could bring her secretary, and I said yes. The Honourable Peter Black and secretary.'
`Can't abide that man. Damn sure he's queer. By God I'd like to find out if it's true. That would make for a few good copies,' he snorted.
Now Stephen,' she admonished, having an M.P. here and being friendly can only be good for all of us. Then there will be that film star, Marianne Dyer and party, and the Wilson's.'
The daughter too?' he asked. Margaret looked up sharply at him, and he caught the look, and continued, Nice looking girl. I saw her out walking with the gate man,' he lied, `they looked suited to each other. Her being working class I mean.'
`Be that as it may. Also your editors' are coming.'
Well,' he laughed, they wouldn't dare refuse now would they?'
`The caterers are booked and I've also hired the man who does the gardens to see to the marquee on the lawn, and the pool man to look after the tables, clearing glasses and plates and the like.'
The marquee was up and lit with fairy lights, and Wayne, the pool man had replaced the white lights in the pool with coloured ones. Tables were laid with food and the bar was busy serving out drinks. Mattock's editors had been the first to arrive followed by their footballer neighbour and his friends. Peter Black arrived next with Adrian, and the M.P. was immediately collared by Margaret and made sure that he was to be introduced to everybody. Then the Wilson's arrived, shortly followed by Vanessa and Louise, who slipped in unnoticed while Marianne Dyer made her grand entrance.
`Just like in the movies,' Judy whispered to her mother.
Marianne swept in and made the rounds of everybody, shaking hands and kissing cheeks.
Thirty people made quite a crowd for the size of marquee and space round the pool. The barmen were kept busy as drinks were quickly consumed and then refilled, and the caterers dispensed food that was taken to the tables to be eaten. Silvia was just about to take a bite of a chicken leg, when she grabbed Mike's arm.
`Look! It's her. Over there, see?
`Who?' he asked.
`That girl! The one who was at our house, the girl in those photos, you remember?'
`Yeah. You're right. Who's she with?'
`Don't know. I didn't see her come in.'
Stephen Mattock also had seen her, but was puzzled. He knew he had seen the face somewhere before, but couldn't place it, then dismissed it from his mind when Marianne approached him.
Louise wended her way through the tables to where Vanessa sat and put down the plates and sat next to her.
`I don't feel comfortable here. I don't know why I came.'
`You came because I asked you to come. You have to get out of the house sometime and meet other people.'
`But here of all places. His house!'
`Louise dear, he must have over four thousand employees. He can't remember every one of them, besides, you only worked there for a short time. Now let's eat this excellent food and enjoy ourselves.'
It didn't take long for Adrian to make contact with Pierre, the gay hairdresser.
You must be good at your work to be employed solely by one person. These hands,' and Adrian stroked the one holding a glass, must be very skilful. I like a, er, man, who is good with his hands.'
`And a private secretary to a Member of Parliament must be very good with his tongue, so to speak.'
Touché,' Adrian replied with a smile, the tip of his tongue flicked out. Pierre smiled too, his tongue also flicking out. Would you like to come over to my house for a little while. We wouldn't be missed this early.'
`Meet round the front in five minutes,' Pierre said, and drifted off into the crowd.
They met outside and quickly went down the road and into number seven and went into an embrace as soon as the door was closed and they both held each other's head as they kissed deeply, their tongues trying to entwine. Breaking apart, breathing deeply, they went upstairs and quickly undressed in the bedroom. Their erections touched first as they embraced and fell onto the bed, kissing before turning round and started to suck on each other. Gently nibbling of teeth, tongue probing the foreskins, hands caressing balls. This went on for several minutes, till Pierre lifted his head.
`Come and fuck me now Adrian please,' rolling over, pulling his prick from Adrian's mouth. Adrian got out two condoms, and putting one on and with a little cream being used, got behind Pierre and worked his cock up inside. With his hands holding the thighs, he pushed in and out, making Pierre sigh with pleasure as he was being reamed. Adrian gave out some groans as he held the body tight under his hands as he jerked, coming in short spurts.
Pierre sighed again as Adrian slowly withdrew from him, and was soon behind him with his erection sheathed, pushing his way into Adrian. Moving in slowly, relishing the tightness and the spasmodic squeezing of the sphincter muscle. It had been a long time for Pierre, so he tried to make it last. Fucking as slow as he could, but his juices eventually burst forth and he came in short savage thrusts.
When finished, they lay kissing for a short while before agreeing to return to the party. No one had seen them go, nor at their return, mixing again with the others.
Adam and Wayne, gardener and pool man respectively, started to clear away the tables closest to the house where boards had been laid for an impromptu dance floor. Adam took over the record player and started to put on some dance music. Soon there were several couples up and dancing. Mattock had excused himself from a small group and asked Judy if she would like to dance. She agreed and stepped out on the floor with him.
He held her young body in his arms, remembering the last time he had seen her, naked on the floor below him. He wanted her again, and soon. He whispered into her ear that he would like it if she would stumble into his kitchen again. She blushed and said that she would like to also. They agreed that it should be Friday afternoon, when he knew that Margaret would be up in town. He thanked her for the dance and led her back to her table. She sat down, flushed and pleased that a man of his standing wanted to see her again.
Are you alright darling?' Jane asked, you look quite hot.'
Yes mother. It's just that it's quite warm up on the dance floor,' she answered. What are they arguing about?' indicating toward her father and Henry Torque, Marianne's manager.
`Your father is arguing that movie people ruin the stories of most writers, twisting them about to suit themselves. He's doing quite well really. Now I must get a fresh drink,' she said getting up.
`I'll get it for you.'
`No. You look too flushed. I want to speak to somebody anyway.' That she had seen Vanessa go to the bar, was what prompted to go for her own drink. She took hold of Vanessa's elbow when she had been served and turned away from the bar with her. They stood to one side and sipped their drinks.
Vanessa,' Jane said, her voice low and keeping her eyes down at the glass that she moved about nervously between her fingers. Can...can I come over and see you tomorrow. No excuses, but I think you know why I want to come.'
Jane darling,' Vanessa's finger lifted up Jane's chin till they could look each other in the eye, you can come over any time, and I agree that excuses are not needed any more.'
Jane gave her a tremulous smile and took a big gulp of her drink. `I...I...'
Hush now,' Vanessa admonished, say no more. You come over tomorrow when you're ready.'
`Okay,' said Jane, feeling her cheeks burn as she turned away and went back to her table.
`Now you look flushed,' said Judy.
`It's hot inside the marquee as well,' she said, fanning herself.
Mark Stevens had managed to get away from Silvia for awhile as she was being danced around the floor by one of the editors. He'd also managed to get Wilma Dukas, the script reader away from her group.
`I've never been alone with a footballer before. An English one I mean,' she said.
`I've never been alone with a scriptwriter before. American or otherwise,' he replied.
`Script reader,' she corrected him.
Whatever. I'm sure you have lots of story's you could tell. Lot of little tit bits,' he said giving her breast a gently flick, lots of intimate things.
`Oh I know many intimate things,' she coyly replied.
`Then how about us going somewhere upstairs and compare our little intimate bits,' he said bending down and giving her ear a nibble. She giggled and nodded her head. Taking her hand he led her inside the house and they went upstairs. They found an empty bedroom and went in and shut the door.
They kissed and held each other tight, and she could feel his erection through his trousers and felt herself go wet between her thighs. He pulled down the straps of her dress and freed her breasts, which he then proceeded to kiss and fondle. She fumbled with his zipper and succeeded to pull it down and put her hand inside to grasp him. His hands lifted up her dress and started to pull down her panties, and she had to let go of him to assist the panties to the floor. He got her dress up, his erection rubbing against her belly, and guessing that he wanted to do it standing up, put her hands up on his shoulders.
She hooked one leg up to his hip and lifted herself up and suddenly he was inside her. She gasped at the speed and depth of penetration and her leg slipped, leaving her impaled on his prick, her toes only just touching the floor but not taking any weight. That staff, the thick rod of Mike, was holding up all her weight. The pressure on her groin was intense and she could feel the heavy throb of him inside. Her arms tightened round his neck, her legs now up and around his hips allowing him to move inside her.
With his hands flat against the door and her shoulders there also, he began to hump. Bouncing her up and down on his shaft. She muffled her screams as she was jolted with his savage thrusting. She quickly orgasmed, feeling every inch of him, her juices flowing down, lubricating his organ as they fucked.
He suddenly stopped the humping and just stood there, shuddering as he came, his hips twitching and she swore later that she felt every spurt of his hot come as it sprayed into her small cavern.
She hung onto him weakly when she slid off his erection, and he, in turn clung to her, his breathing difficult after the unusual exertion, his legs trembling. It was several minutes before he could adjust his clothing and her to get her panties back on and smile when he helped put her breasts back inside her dress. They had a quick kiss and cuddle before leaving the room and returning downstairs.
Philippe struck out with Silvia. He had seen Wilma and Mike go upstairs and thought that he could get into her with Mike out of the way. Being the current boy friend of Marianne, he knew enough not to shit on his own doorstep by trying it himself with either Wilma, or Cathy, the maid. It was Celia who helped her out, guessing that Philippe was hitting on her. Giving up, his parting shot was to ask where was her husband. Fortunately, Mike had just that moment entered the pool area, so he was spared the questioning that would have ensued.
Vanessa had been drawn into the film star's group, Marianne having said that she had read one of her books and would like to have it made into a film with her in the part of the heroine. Vanessa took this with a pinch of salt, but made out that she was flattered by this approbation. Louise kept in with the group also, because she had recognised the girls from the football party, and didn't want to come face to face with them.
It was a nightmare for Peter Black. He couldn't shake off Margaret. She saw to his food, his drinks and would, if asked, hold his prick while he had a piss, he thought. The bloody woman wouldn't stop talking, and made too much of a fuss over him, and was greatly relieved when Adrian interrupted her and said that the minister should really be leaving, because of heavy commitments for the following day, which must be set and planned before he could retire for the night.
So with thanks to the host and hostess, Peter and Adrian left. Louise noticed them go and persuaded Vanessa that they shouldn't be the last to go, so they too left. Philippe, bored, told Marianne that he was going, and left without saying goodnight to anyone.
His bad manners infuriated her because she had to apologise to their hosts on his behalf, and consequently, his days were numbered as a consort to the movie queen. The Wilson's were the next to leave, both the hands of Jane and Judy were gallantly kissed by Stephen as they made their farewells and thanks for such a lovely party.
It was Celia who noticed that they were the last, apart from Stephen's editors, and finally got the two men, with Silvia's help, to say goodbye and leave.
I didn't feel at all comfortable all evening.' Louise said, when she and Vanessa were back in their kitchen, sitting at the table with a bottle of wine open. I was frightened that there would have been a confrontation.'
`Well there wasn't Louise, was there? Louise? Would you mind if I shortened your name? Call you Lou or something. I have something about saying names that have more than one syllable.'
`It's alright by me if I can do the same. Call you Van, or Nessie.' Vanessa laughed.
`I'm not a truck so Van is out, and no way are you to link me with Loch Ness. Nessa would be better.'
Hello Nessa,' Louise said, holding out her hand, my name is Lou.' They laughed, shook hands and then clinked glasses together.
Peter, in a fury, stormed into the house and poured a large scotch for himself before turning round to Adrian.
`That bloody woman just wouldn't leave me alone. Christ, I know everything about that damn husband of hers. Even to how many times a day he goes for a piss or a crap! Several times I came close to telling her what I really thought of him. Muck raking bastard!' He finished of his scotch and held out the glass to Adrian.
I don't mind if I do,' he said, taking the glass and giving it a refill and pouring one for himself. Let's take these up to bed. We really do have a heavy work load on tomorrow.'
`You're right,' he sighed and taking the glass, followed Adrian upstairs. Peter didn't notice the rumpled bed cover, but Adrian did, and quickly bounced onto the bed.
`Let's get to bed and I'll take your mind off her,' he said.
They quickly undressed and settling down under the covers, Adrian raised Peter to an erection with his hand and then dived down and spent ten minutes with his mouth, tongue, teeth and hands to bring him to the brink and then let him come into his mouth, swallowing it all and carefully licked him clean afterwards.
That's the last time you'll show your petulance to embarrass me,' Marianne ranted at Philippe while Cathy helped her undress. You made me, me, apologise for your bad manners!' He was lounging in a chair, sulking, chewing on his fingernails.
`Look at you! You're a spoilt child. Fuck off. Go and sleep with Barney (that's the dog). I don't want you in my bed tonight. Go on!' she shouted,
Fuck off yourself! Philippe shouted back as he got up and slouched out of the bedroom. She sat down at the dressing table and spoke to her reflection in the mirror, `Why do I always finish up with prats like that?'
`Pardon?' Cathy asked.
`Nothing. Go to bed.'
`It wasn't a bad party as parties go,' Vanessa said she and Lou washed up the breakfast things.
`Well I was frightened the whole time. I was glad when we came home. Home. That still seems strange to me calling this place home, I still can't thank you enough Nessa,' Louise answered, gently touching Vanessa's arm.
`Nonsense! We're getting on marvellously. We're on chapter twelve now, and if you weren't here to help, I'd still be on chapter two. That's the morning chores done, now off to work.'
They went to what they called the study, and Louise settled herself at the desk ready to start taking down the dictation. Vanessa stood musing for a moment, then started. She liked to pace up and down the study floor while speaking. Only stopping when she was putting words into the mouths of her characters. Then she would almost act the parts, gesticulating or waving her hands when making a point in the dialogue.
They had a short break for lunch. Just some cold meats, salad and pickles and then started again. It was about an hour later, when Vanessa paused at the window and she saw Jane come out of her front door. She saw Vanessa looking out, and waved, and then pointing to her watch, held up five fingers. Vanessa went and finished off the last paragraph and stopped at the desk.
`I think that's enough for today. It's going to take a couple of hours to type that lot up.'
`It's exciting! I can't wait for us to get to the end. I'm dying to know which brother she will choose. Which one will it be?' Louise asked excitedly.
To tell you the truth, I haven't decided myself yet,' she laughed. We'll just have to see how the brain cells work it out.' She saw, out of the corner of eye, Jane's front door open. `Well I'll leave you to your typing. I'll be going up to my room for a lie down.'
She left the study, shutting the door firmly behind her and went and opened the front door to let Jane in.
`Hi,' said Jane shyly as she entered.
Hi to you too,' Vanessa replied, giving her a peck on the cheek. I thought you might have forgotten about last night.'
No,' said Jane with a shaky laugh, I've been on tenterhooks all morning, wondering if I'm doing the right thing.' Vanessa took her arm and led her to the stairs.
`If you like it, it's the right thing. Now come on upstairs.'
They entered the bedroom and Vanessa suggested that they had a quick shower, but not to use soap where it mattered. Vanessa went first and then Louise. Dried off, Vanessa lay down on the bed and waited for Jane. When she appeared, she paused at the doorway in an unconscious pose. They both studied each other's naked body, full and firmly busted, slightly thickening waistlines and the small patch between each set of thighs. Vanessa held out her hand and Jane moved forward to take it and was drawn onto the bed.
They lay together, breasts pressing against breasts as they kissed and stroked each other's face, thighs straining to meld together. They were breathing heavily when they parted and Vanessa, propped up on her elbow began stroking and fondling Jane's breasts.
`Can...can I do to you what you last did to me?' Jane asked in a small voice.
`Of course darling and then I can do it for you again after,' and she lay back flat on the bed.
Jane went onto her knees and kissed the breasts below her, nibbling on each nipple before moving further down. Vanessa opened her legs and gave Jane full access to her inner thighs. Jane looked down at the open lips of the labia, and with her fingers, parted them to see the small protruding bud of her clitoris.
With her eyes closed she lay down and licked the bud and surrounding flesh as Vanessa gave a squirm beneath her.
`Am I doing it right?' Jane asked, lifting her head.
`Fine darling, you're doing fine. Just think of what you like and then do the same.'
Jane carried on and, though inexperienced in cunnilingus, brought Vanessa to an orgasm.
`How was that?' Jane asked afterwards as she moved up alongside, her face flushed and her mouth still wet. Vanessa kissed the wet lips, tasting herself, which she hadn't done for a long time.
`Very good darling, very good. Now for you! We'll do something different.'
Vanessa started by kissing the breasts of Jane and slowly kissed her way down, but went astride of her so that Jane could see the stomach above her moving past her face until she was looking up at the vagina she had been sucking a few minutes before. She felt the fingers spreading her own labia, and the electric shock of the tongue touching her. She accepted the weight of Vanessa as she was being licked and only had to lift her head slightly to follow the actions being done to her. Using her teeth to nibble when she was nibbled, probed when probed with the tongue. Copying, and got lost in delirious throes of passion. The two were so engrossed in each other that they did not notice the bedroom door open.
`Nessa. I'm not quite sure that...that...' The voice of Lou fading as she saw them on the bed. She stood wide-eyed at the two women moving about. Each head between the thighs of the other. She only saw that the body below was a woman and when Vanessa lifted her head, her mouth wet Louise could see the wet gaping vagina of that other woman.
`I...I...I'm sorry,' Louise stammered, dropping the papers from her hand. She quickly stooped and gathered them up, glancing up and seeing the stricken face of Vanessa, before dropping her head and scuttling out of the room.
`What's up?' came the muffled voice of Jane, having not heard anything because of the thighs against her ears.
`Nothing Jane, but I think we'd better stop now,' Vanessa said, rolling off of her.
`What...what?' Jane lying there, legs wide apart, looking bewildered.
`I've got somebody come in downstairs. I've got to get down there.'
Oh my God,' exclaimed Jane, sitting up looking frightened, who is it?'
It's only my secretary. Don't worry,' she said, seeing the stricken look in her face. Just get dressed and leave while I divert her attention. Believe me, it's nothing to worry about.'
They dressed quickly and Vanessa told her to wait a few minutes and let herself out by the front door. She gave her a quick kiss and told her again that she wasn't to worry.
Vanessa went into the kitchen where she guessed Louise would be, and she was right. She was sitting there, both hands around what looked like a large gin and tonic.
`I'm sorry Nessa. I'm so sorry. I should have knocked first. I just didn't think that...' She took a large gulp of her drink.
No it's my fault,' she said, sitting down next to her and put her arm around her shoulder. I should have told you earlier. I'm sorry. You weren't to know.'
There was a long period of silence while various expressions passed over Vanessa's face before she finally spoke again.
`Many years ago, I went through a similar experience that you went through a little while back. I won't say that it turned me off men, but I've not had relations with one since. I can't say that I'm a dedicated lesbian, because I don't know if I am. It's just that I prefer the softer touch of a woman, if you know what I mean. I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to think that I took you in for that purpose. That was the furthest thing from my mind. All I was thinking of was your own well being, because I didn't have anyone to help me at the time of my own trouble.'
Who was it?' Louise asked softly, but seeing the look on Vanessa's face quickly apologised. Sorry. I shouldn't have asked that question. Forgive me.'
`There's nothing to forgive. I just wish that I'd have had someone to comfort and cuddle me when I had my bad experience. So let's forget it. Now what was it that you wanted to see me about? The book I mean.'
They spent the rest of the afternoon talking about the book. Had dinner early and went to bed early as well.
It was getting late and Vanessa was just about to turn off her bedside lamp, when there was a soft knock at the bedroom door.
`Yes,' she called out. The door opened, and Louise stood there in her night-gown.
`I saw that your light was still on and I wondered if I could talk to you.' Vanessa could see that she had been crying, even in the dim shadows by the door, her eyes glistened with the tears.
`Of course you can.' She sat up and patted the side of the bed. Louise approached the bed and sat down where indicated. After a hesitant start, Louise began to speak, but her voice kept breaking. Then in a flood of tears threw herself into Vanessa's arms and poured out all that had been bottled up for the past ten years. By not having a mother since then or any girl friend to talk over her progression from child to a woman. Vanessa let her talk, because that was what was needed. For her to get it out of her system, even though it did mean a drenching of the front of her own night dress. It was nearly an hour before she was calm and cried out.
`Nessa?' A question in the way she spoke, muffled.
`Yes?'
`Can I get in bed and sleep with you. I mean for a cuddle. You know, the company. I've been feeling so lonely.'
`Of course you can my dear, here.' She moved over and let Louise get into bed and snuggle down. Vanessa turned out the light and said goodnight, and let Louise cuddle up to her. She seemed to fall straight asleep in the crook of Vanessa's arm. She was lying on her right side with her thumb in her mouth, just like a child, and with her moving in her sleep, had pulled down the front of Vanessa's nightdress exposing her nipple. Vanessa was certain that she was asleep, Lou's head resting on her left breast, soothed and comforted by the steady heartbeat of Vanessa. It must be the child's instinct for the thumb to drop out and the mouth find the nipple to suckle on. Vanessa didn't move and fell asleep herself with Louise sucking on her teat.
It's best to stay with Vanessa and Louise for awhile for the sake of continuity.
Next day, they worked together as usual, no comment passing between them about the night before. But it was repeated again that night. Louise knocked at the door and asked if she could talk and then could she sleep in her bed again. But this time Vanessa had to speak about it. Louise had cuddled up to her, so they were not actually face to face.
`Do you remember last night?'
`Mmm,' mumbled Louise, thumb in her mouth.
`Do you know what you did when you went to sleep?'
`No. Well I don't think so.'
`Well you went to sleep like you are now, with your thumb in your mouth, but finished up sucking my nipple.'
`I thought I dreamt that, I'm sorry,' she said.
Don't worry,' Vanessa said, giving her a hug, that is the natural thing that a child does in times of stress.'
But I'm not a child,' Louise protested, I'm nineteen.
`I know my dear, but, at heart, you are still a child.'
`Did you mind.'
Not in least,' Vanessa laughed, I'm a ...you know what, aren't I.' Even Louise had to laugh with her.
When...when you found me. You washed me down, all over, didn't you?' Vanessa nodded. and...and?'
`No I didn't. I admired your body and admired your breasts, but no, I didn't touch you, other than with a flannel. Does that answer your question?'
`Yes. I'm sorry to have doubted you.'
`Listen. If you wanted to suck my nipple, I wasn't going to stop you. You were half asleep; at least I think you were. I wouldn't dream of taking advantage of you.'
`But you let me do it!'
`Yes. I can't deny that.'
`Would...would you let me do it again?' Louise asked shyly.
`Only if you wanted to, Lou.'
`Can we turn the light out now.' Louise asked in a soft voice. Vanessa reached out and turned off the bedside lamp. She felt the tentative fingers tremble as the thin strap of her gown was slipped off, and Lou moved closer and Vanessa felt the warm breath waft over her exposed breast. There was the gentle touch of lips that closed over her nipple and begin to slowly suck. The tongue slid back and forth across it, causing it to rise to a hard nodule. A hand came up and cupped it, gently kneading it as the mouth sucked. Vanessa trembled and a heat went searing down through her belly and she suddenly became wet between her legs as she stroked the hair of the head that was upon her breast.
`Was that alright Nessa?' she asked, goose-bumps came out on Vanessa's exposed skin and she nodded, not trusting her voice even though it was quite dim in the room, Lou felt the motion and was comforted.
`Would you like to do it to me?'
`Yes,' was the husky reply. It was like asking a person dying of thirst if they wanted to drink water.
Louise moved slightly to the side and slipped off the straps of her own gown and pushed them down exposing her breasts. Vanessa could see them from the faint glow of light that came into the room from the windows.
They were pale milky white globes with the dark aureoles in their centres. She could feel Louise's eyes upon her face as she slowly reached out her hand and stroked them in turn. The body trembled at the first touch and made them slightly quiver, goose bumps came over her skin as well.
Vanessa thought she was in heaven when her lips touched and surrounded the nipple of the closest breast. Her other hand felt and moulded the other as she sucked and nibbled on that heaving tit.
A few minutes later, Vanessa forced herself up off of those luscious breasts and lay back down alongside the girl.
`Well? What did you feel?' Vanessa asked.
Oh Nessa! You made me tingle all over,' she answered, her hand taking hold of Vanessa's and squeezed it. I had butterflies in my stomach and the tingle went all the way down.' She moved their hands down to her stomach. `Down lower than here.
Vanessa's hand felt as though it was burning, lying there on that flat stomach, the tips of her fingers just brushing the start of the triangle of soft hair.
`No,' said Vanessa, trying to pull her hand away.
Please,' begged Louise, I feel as if I'm on fire down there. You did it with her, why not with me? Please, I'm begging you. Give me the release that's killing me inside.'
Vanessa heard the tears in her voice and her resolution crumbled. She wanted the girl. Had wanted ever since that first night they met, but hadn't wanted to rush her. Now it was her being rushed, and she let her own emotions take over.
She rolled over and started to kiss her. `Lou, Lou, Lou,' she said between kisses. Kissing her crying eyes, her face and neck. She fought off the bedclothes with her feet as she moved down that young body, kissing and biting the breasts. Down and down, pushing the legs apart, she put her arms up round her thighs so that her fingers could part the vaginal lips and kissed them and also licked and sucked them. Her tongue probing up into the vagina as far as she could. Sucking juices that had started to flow, mixing with her saliva. She nibbled the clit until it was hard, then sucked upon it, holding on while the girl thrashed about, and held her tight as she orgasmed.
The heaving of the body was great as she erupted, her heels drumming on the bed as wave after wave of all kinds of sensations flowed down and through the whole of her body. Vanessa had never known anyone have so large an orgasm as what she thought that Lou was having. When the heaving stopped, her body was still trembling and Vanessa was able to open the thighs and surface to get a much needed lungful of air.
She crawled up the bed, her hand trailing up the sweat covered body of Louise and fell down alongside her. Almost at once, Louise was on top of her. Her breasts still heaving, slipping one way, then the other due to the sweat. She was kissing Vanessa as though there was no tomorrow, she was also mumbling, almost babbling in between kisses. Then with a great big chest heaving sigh, flung her hands wide and fell back on her side of the bed.
`Nessa! That was just fantastic. I've never had such an experience in all my life. Oh it was wonderful, so wonderful. I can't thank you enough.' She whooped, turning onto her side and kissing her again. Vanessa quietened her down and they eventually slept.
It was a subdued breakfast next morning. Louise had a glow about her, but kept her thoughts to herself as Vanessa laid down the rules. That the night before was just a one off. They were not lovers, and that they were both there to work and respect each other's privacy after working hours.
These rules lasted a week!