Date: Mon, 10 Sep 2012 05:20:01 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: The Horseshoe. Part Five.

      This story is for persons of eighteen years or over.  All comments,
good or bad, are welcome and all will be answered.

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!

                                                         *