In this installment I have included these stories of a lighter tone.
No one under the age of fourteen has any sex in these stories.
1 THE WARD
3. THE MOWER GIRL
4. MYRON AND CELESTE
Charles Bradstock approaches the offices of Armstrong & Williams Investigators, to get the report that he needed for a very important pending decision. As he enters the door and approaches the receptionist, he ponders the many questions in his mind. Hopefully they all or at least the most important ones will be answered during this meeting. He is invited to seat himself for a few moments as he is early. This gives himself the time to organize his thoughts, and to worry about what he has forgotten.
Finally he is moved into the office of the main investigator. As he seats himself, the agent opens the file and briefly scans if to focus on this particular case. Then he looks up to the man in front of him and asks if there are any preliminary questions. Charles says ‘no,’ that he will wait to see what they have come up with before even considering another question.
So the agent begins, “Our agents in Ethiopia have sent this report on Makela Tulu, of whom you had requested with much in-depth information.” Under cover of the medical staff at the orphanage that she is staying at in anticipation of an imminent adoption, they have interviewed her and gathered samples to be tested to determine her state of health. They understand that as an attractive medium brown and slim fourteen year old that she was near the apex of her adoptability. A lot of it depended on her state of health. No one in the developed lands wanted to adopt anyone with AIDS. Cruel but true. And some of the people who want to adopt these girls, have very dark purposes in mind for them. So their virginity is another issue. The agent isn’t going to judge the plans of his client, of course. But, he would make sure that he would get all of the information that he had asked for, plus, just in case.
He continued, ”She has been found to be quite intelligent, though under-educated for her age. She has no active diseases. She is a virgin. Her DNA indicates that though she has Native Hawaiian genes, she is not likely to become grossly overweight. At 5’7”, she is relatively tall for her age. Her weight at 135 lbs, is appropriate for her build. She is a fine ‘soccer’ player. She tends to be cooperative around the house and school. She has all of her teeth. She is likely to become a very beautiful lady at adulthood, with modest sized breasts. She is related to a famous Ethiopian long distance runner. Her mother died when she was caught in a ‘fire fight’ just outside of her village. Her Dad disappeared five years ago. Her native language is Amharic, but she speaks a smattering of English. She has demonstrated no musical ability as of yet. She is fearful of her future. Her people tend to be quite moral. There is a mixture of Christian and Moslem influences in her religious background.
Our conclusion over this is that she will do anything to succeed with staying with you and never complain about anything as long as she can. She will make someone an excellent wife someday and be able to bear several children. Under the circumstance that you could provide, she has a chance at a very successful life.
“No, sir. I believe that you have covered all of the points that I was interested in, plus several that I hadn’t even thought of. Thank you and the check will be in the mail.”
“Thank you sir, for letting us serve your needs. Please consider us if any further work will need to be done.”
“I will consider that, if it is needed,” Charles concluded as he moved to leave the office.
Two days later, Charles finds himself in the office of the local Social Services Office, which oversees the handling of these cases by the private administrative company handling the transfer of the girl to the care of Charles.
A steely eyed middle-age lady looks at him over her bifocal glasses that repeatedly slip down her nose. She reaches up and adjusts them again. She is deeply suspicious of a single man adopting a fourteen year old girl from a foreign country. Heck she would be suspicious even if it was a local fourteen year old girl. These sleaze ball guys, who want what is obvious from hopeful girls. Ones who have few options and therefore are very vulnerable to manipulation. Let’s see about this one.
“Mr. Bradstock, why do you want to adopt a fourteen year old girl from another country?”
“First of all, you can call me Charles. And to answer your question, to give her a chance at reaching her full potential in life.” Said in a friendly manner.
“About the name, I think not Mr. Bradstock. We have done a background check on you. Not as inclusive as the one you had done on her, though. What was the purpose of that?”
“To see if she would be able to benefit by the considerable time and effort that we are going to invest in her. There are many agencies to help these children. And a lot of failures, too. Even though, I am affluent, I can’t help all of the children that need it. So, I am determined to help ones that will benefit the most by my effort.”
“Why don’t you adopt a boy, instead?”
“Personal choice, nothing else.”
“Would you like to change that choice, now?”
“No, I wouldn’t.”
“When could you accept custody of her?”
“We are ready right now, ma’am.”
“Well Mr. Bradstock, I have to let you know that I have several concerns about this motion. But, there are no immediate reasons to deny it. We will be doing follow ups over this to see how she is doing. There will be no warning as to when they will come. Do you have any questions?”
“Yes, may I speak privately with Makela before the final approval comes in over this?”
“And what is the purpose of that?”
“To determine whether she would be happy with me. At least get her initial impression.”
“Ok, that is not all that unusual. I will have her brought out to the park just outside this building and you two can walk around within our sight and compare impressions about each other.”
“Excuse me, ma’am. But, you don’t like me do you?”
“Mr. Bradstock, I see guys like you every day. And I can almost read in their faces the unpleasant things that they have in mind.” But, with a slightly more conciliatory tone, “I do hope that you are for real Mr. Bradstock, though. These young ones have little hope without the real honest efforts of people like you.”
Soon after, Charles is sitting on a concrete bench that is in the park, waiting to talk with Makela. He sees a shy acting slim young girl approach him, coming up the walkway towards him. She walks right up to him and says, “I am Makela. Are you Mr. Bradstock?”
“Yes, I am. And nice to meet you. Would you like to sit here on the bench next to me, so we can talk?”
She looks at him briefly, and then sits down about five feet from him.
“Makela, I want you to know that I wish you well, whatever happens here. But, I also want you to get to know a little about me, to help you decide if you would like to come and live with me.
I am not rich, but I do have considerable resources. I am interested in seeing how far you can go in life, and can afford to help you go as far as your effort will take you. What would you like to do with your life?”
In shy but firm words Makela says, “I would like to become a doctor and return to my home someday and help the people there.”
“A noble calling, indeed! But, you probably better have your children first, though. Unless it becomes very much more peaceful there.”
“By the way, do you understand what I am saying?”
“Yes, pretty much. My father was Hawaiian and taught me English, while my mom taught me Amharic.”
“That is good, Makela. It will help you to get on track here ever so much faster. Makela, what do you expect will be needed for you to do to succeed here?”
She looked up at him very earnestly and said, “I will have to work very hard in my lessons. I will have to be honest. I will have to help around the house. And I will have to make love to you!”
“Where did you get that last idea, Makela?”
“While I have been here until I could meet you, I have been online and talking to a number of the other girls who have come here from my country. They say that the ‘do-gooders’ mean well, but give up too soon, when things get difficult. And the monster’s here are really bad. But, they also tell me that a gentle and loving man, who wants us as his lover, is likely to keep us till we are adults and can fend for ourselves. And that they tend to treat us very well. I want to stay here very badly. It would mean my death to go back to my country. And I am afraid of getting one of the ‘do-gooders’ or monsters here. I want to be with you. I sense that you will treat me very well, Mr. Bradstock. I will do anything you want to keep me with you!”
“Well Makela, you will never have to do anything of that nature against your will, I promise you. And I should let you know that I am bringing you into my household as a ‘ward’ which is more than a guest and less of a daughter. When we have been together for a while, a decision will be made as to what direction will be taken then.”
“I see. You want to keep the option open to have me as a wife someday, then?”
“I hadn’t thought of that, actually. But, you are right that that option would be much easier to move on to, if you are not my adoptive daughter.”
“Ok, Makela. As far as I am concerned I would like to take you home to give all of this a chance.”
“If you take me home with you, Mr. Bradstock, there will be no ‘chance.’ It will be, I will make sure of it.”
He nodded to her and excused her to go back to her handlers.
He then nodded to the office window, to where he knew that the counselor was watching them. She wasn’t a bit embarrassed that he knew. Actually, he gained considerable credibility in her eyes for his knowing so.
When she was guided back into her office, the counselor let her sit for a few minutes to gather her thoughts together. And then asked Makela, “What do you think of him?”
“I think that I will be very happy with him. He is very proper, and polite. He was very positive about things between us. There was no mention of anything improper by him. (The counselor knew what actually had been said through her long distance monitoring equipment, but there was no benefit in divulging that to Makela.) I think that he is a good man.”
Here is where the counselor has a crucial decision to make. She was absolutely sure that there would develop a sexual relationship between these two. It was illegal and unethical, too. But, this girl would have few other or better opportunities. None, that the counselor knew of. And as she read the man, she got the sense that he would treat her very well, in any regard. So, despite her misgivings, she decided to approve this move. She would check up on it at the one week, one month and one year intervals, and send a seasoned agent to accompany the girl to the home to check it out.
“OK, Makela. I am approving this adoption. Can I count on you being forthcoming about any abuses that you run into there?”
“I will do everything I can to make this work out! I will tell nothing on the Mr., unless I am violently abused or I think that my life is in danger. You have given me a card with your number on it. If that happens, I will call you. But, not under any other circumstances!”
“I understand, Makela. And Godspeed, my dear young girl.”
“Thank You, ma’am.”
As Makela leaves the office to prepare to be picked up the next day, the counselor thinks, “Well one down, only 67 more cases to try to find some kind of reasonable eventuality for.”
The next day, Charles arrived to pick up Makela in the family ‘town car’ driven by Martin, the household butler, driver, handy-man etc. Makela was escorted to the car by a young man in a casual suit. Charles informed him that he was welcome to ride in the car with them and that Martin would deliver him afterwards anywhere he needed to go. Gas being the price it is, the young man, David, decided to take them up on it.
As they drove through the city, Makela’s eyes repeatedly got big at all of the sights to see. And she was stunned when she got to Charles’ house. “He isn’t rich?” She thought. “Then what is rich in this strange land?” She mused. They exited the car and the three of them moved up to the house, where Mrs. Watson, the hostess, chef and housekeeper greeted them at the front door. David was preoccupied with taking his notes. Live-in housekeeper and butler, he noted. And his further assumptions were true, also.
He asked David, what he needed to see and know to expedite his examination of the accommodations. And after getting that information, he consigned him to Mrs. Watson’s care after they would together show Makela her new bedroom. It was on the third floor. Up the stairs they went. There was no elevator in the house, despite the three stories, plus a basement. Down the end of the hallway they went and then opened a very sturdy door to a sizeable bedroom, with a very large window. It looked out on to a very small garden below and out to the horizon above with a distant view of the bay. It was dark, despite the window, until the lamp beside the bed was turned on. Then they could see the extent of the room, with its large four-poster bed, night stands on both sides, a large dresser, a couch, a desk with lamp and computer monitor. There was a full bathroom attached inside of the room. And a whole wall of bookcases.
Without being asked, he mentioned that this had been his room, when he was growing up. Also, that the reason that there was no elevator was that his mother didn’t want them to all get soft from using it. This was despite the fact that they could easily have afforded it and that when the building was constructed, there had been a shaft left to accommodate it. It was sealed up, he noted.
He invited Makela to put her things down and to accommodate herself to the room and then he would be back. After he left, he left David to Mrs. Watson’s charge and moved up to his private office. It had a very thick steel door and double locks. No one was allowed uninvited into it. He went directly to the monitor hidden behind a picture and turned it on. He could see that all was well, so he turned it off. He sent off a couple of faxes, and then went to check on how things were first with David and then with Makela.
David had filled out all of the blanks on his check off sheet, and included very favorable comments in the ‘comment’s section.’ He was very satisfied by the circumstances here. Wished he could live here, too. Didn’t think that his wife would approve though. Unless she was invited too, he mused. So, Charles con-signed him to the care of Martin and went back to talk with Makela.
As he approached the room, he knocked on the door, even though it was already halfway open. Makela, came to the door and looked up to him. Then they turned and sat on the couch at his invitation. He let her get used to his presence and then started in talking with her.
“Makela, do you think that you could be happy here?”
“Mr. Bradstock, I think that I have died and gone to heaven! A combination of the Muslim one and the Christian one. I don’t know how I deserve all of this. There are so many back home that have nothing.”
“Makela, none of us deserve any of the good that comes to us. But, we should use it to better ourselves and eventually when we can to help others. I know that I don’t deserve this all. I was born into it. But, I don’t feel guilty about it, either. I just try to do the most honorable things that I can do with it. And no need for you to feel any guilt either. Sometimes, like Esther in the Bible, a person is delivered into a situation that may bless many others down the road.”
“Mr. Bradstock, you are so positive about things and so polite. I think that I will come to love you very much. And, I am very glad to be here.”
“Don’t be fooled by politeness, young lady. It can be the cover for great villainy. But, it does make the atmosphere between people much easier to endure. And politeness is required in our house. Mrs. Watson, will help you to know all of the manners that are required here. She will be patient with you, too. But, the main one for now, is that we all speak very softly and civilly throughout the house. When you are alone in your room with the door shut, you may let it out. And if you are invited into my personal office in this home, you may speak openly there. Do you understand?”
“Yes, I do, Mr. Bradstock.”
“Also, tomorrow, Mrs. Watson will take you downtown and buy you all of the clothes that will be needed to start your life here. All that I will involve myself in that, will be to help you out later to pick out a couple of evening outfits for when we go out or go to parties.
I plan on next Monday, that we will get you enrolled in school here. I will have a tutor to attend with you for your first couple of months, or until you are adjusted to the conditions there. I will supply you with an English and Amharic set of books, including the Koran, Bible and folk books from your land. I will arrange a local Amharic native speaker to converse with you each week for at least a couple of hours to keep your native language skills strong.
And I have a Miss Marie Flambeau, a tutor who will be living here for some time to help you to catch up in your studies to where you should be for your age. She might continue also, if you show that you want to accelerate your studies. You did mention medicine, which would require very advanced studies in a number of subjects that could benefit by added personal attention to you. You see, Mikela it is all up to you. If you want to grow up as a proper affluent social young lady, you can. If you want to pursue a difficult course of life, like becoming a doctor, you can do that too. Again, it is up to you.
At night, we keep our doors locked. I suggest that you do so. I will keep mine unlocked for a while until you become acclimated to being here and adjusted to our mode of living. Any questions?”
“Only, will I be required to sleep with you right away?”
“You will never be required to do that, Makela!”
“OK. But I want to.” She was thinking of securing her place here and here place with this admirable man.
He deflecting this line of conversation, “Let’s go down to dinner now, young lady. Mrs. Watson will want to spoil you with a fine dinner for your first night amongst us. And every night afterwards, too,” he added enthusiastically.
After dinner, he accompanied her upstairs to her room. “We usually retire early here. You have a clock in your room that will remind you when to go to bed and when to get up. Until that time, you will have time to do your homework and perhaps use your computer. It is set up to help you with your studies and provide you with language building skills and knowledge building games. You can also write on it, if you want. It is not connected to the internet. There is a terminal in the family room, where all can see what is being accessed on it. That one does have a child lock on it. Any of this that it becomes apparent that you don’t understand, will be demonstrated and explained to you. No need to hurry about it, though. You have plenty of time to learn of these things.”
“If you have a personal emergency during the night, there is an emergency button in your headboard. Actually two. One with my initials on it, and the other with Mrs. Watson’s. Please don’t use either of them unless it is a true emergency, like a fire, or that you are not well.”
After all of that, “Good night, Makela. We have a lot to talk about tomorrow.”
“Goodnight, Mr. Bradstock,” she wearily responded. And she moved into her room and closed the door.
Later that night, as Charles was reading his latest J. A. Jance novel about Beaumont, he heard his door open and Makela entered the room shyly and asked if she could sleep with him. He looked at her for a moment to make up his mind. She said that in her village that the families often slept in very close proximity for safety, and that she would appreciate it tonight because all of this being so very new to her. He smiled and motioned for her to come and get under the covers.
He then noticed that she had only her old nightgown on. It was threadbare and short. She got under the covers and against his side, with her head next to his chest. As he read to finish the chapter he was working on, she let her left arm, stray across his chest and played with the hair there around his nipples. He stood it for a few minutes and then looked down to her with a slight frown. She smiled and then moved her hand down to his nether regions. Just to test the waters, evidently. He reached down and moved her hands back up to his chest. Then he put the book down, marked it at his leaving off place, and turned out the light. He gathered her into his arms and then kissed her on the forehead. Then he rolled over to go to sleep. She sidled up to his back, a little miffed at his rejection, but also soon fell asleep.
When Charles woke up the next morning, she was already gone. So, he showered and dressed to meet the day with her. A day that would be very busy indeed. When he got down to breakfast, which was hot and waiting for him, as Mrs. Watson was very familiar with his biological clock, there was Makela already sitting and eating. She looked up to him as he came to the table, but had no comment to make and so kept her silence.
As Charles prepared to enjoy his breakfast, he briefly broke in to share some of his ‘wisdom’ with Makela. “Just a brief note Makela. There will be a lot of sharings with you over deportment here in our home and elsewhere. I will give you some of it, and Mrs. Watson some other of it. Just a note at this time. When you address us here in our home with only the regular four of us here, you may call me Charles. But, elsewhere and in case we have guests, it will be Mr. Brad-stock. Mrs. Watson and Martin always use those names………………… (A nod by Makela and further silence.) Well, that is enough of that for now.”
When they both had finished their breakfasts, he invited Makela to join him in his office. When there he covered the days itinerary. First, Mrs. Watson was going to take her to the Woman’s Clinic to get her on birth-control pills. This had already been agreed upon by the adoption agency and the ‘counselor.’ No need for a fourteen year old to become pregnant. It just covered many of the possible eventualities. And then she was going to take Makela to buy a total wardrobe, to cover her school, casual home life and outdoor play. Later after dinner, he was going to take her in town to meet with a fine dressmaker to arrange for Makela to be fitted with a couple of evening-wear outfits appropriate to formal dining and formal parties. There would be a couple of preliminary pictures produced at that time, to be used in the next couple of hours.
At a very exclusive lady’s store, he had arranged for a saleslady that he knew very well, in fact had ‘dated,’ to outfit the young girl in appropriate underthings for her formals. And additionally, for other casual occasions. Since Cynthia had dated him, she would know exactly what was called for, since he had bought similar articles for her. She was guaranteed a generous tip above her overtime pay to accomplish this, and another chance to spark his interest was in play, too. When they left, he noted the impressive bill and the large sack for a few dozen panties, bras and other items and felt that Cynthia had done her job very well for herself. On the way home, he informed Makela that Mrs. Watson would help her at first to select the proper matching garments to the occasion, and would help her to familiarize herself on how to wear them. Mrs. Watson knew his tastes very well, and had no misgivings about serving them. She had introduced him to his first escort initiator into the world of sex at his age of fouteen. And best of all she had a silent tongue. She never related anything sensitive about the goings-on in the household. For that matter, neither did Martin who had seen a lot of sensitive things in the car during his driving.
After the full day of activities, and more than a few shocks at the makeup of them, Makela was very tired when they got home. Mrs. Watson accompanied her upstairs to put away the new garments. And she smiled approvingly as she unpacked, unlabeled and stowed them into their proper places. Makela felt like a princess when she gazed over the panorama that they made in her drawers and closet. Mrs. Watson, selected two nightgowns for her approval, depending on how she wanted to spend the night. After suggesting what the choice was, Mrs. Watson withdrew from her room and returned to the first floor, from which she rarely came upstairs from, except in emergencies. She had no desire to disturb whatever affairs were in play upstairs for the Master. In truth she to a great degree considered him to be her son, the one that she had never had. And would do practically anything for him.
That night, Makela again joined Charles and offered no excuse at all for doing so. She came to him in a spritely, but still age appropriate nightgown, and joined him under the covers not waiting for an invitation. He was busy reading more of the detective novel about Beaumont, but accommodated her by moving one arm to allow her to cuddle up to his side and lay her arm over his chest.
When she got playful and tweaked a couple of the hairs on it, she got a very unserious frown, at which she let them go. When he finally got to the end of the chapter, he marked the book, laid it on the stand and then turned his attention to the pretty young sprite, next to him.
“Did you enjoy your day, Makela?”
“Yes, I did. But it was so very busy! The lady at the Woman’s Center was very nosy about the reason for the pills. But, the papers that Mrs. Watson had seemed to satisfy her. And Mrs. Watson’s serious and determined frown, quickly quieted her. I loved all of the clothes that you bought me today. I am saving the very exciting underthings for an appropriate time. She winked at this. (He nodded.) Will that be soon?” She asked expectantly.
“Makela, we will give it at least a month for you to become acclimated to me and your surroundings, so that whatever decision that you make in that regard is not one of hysteria, nor of desperation. I will let you know at the proper time. In the meantime, we have a lot to accomplish over the weekend, to get you ready for school. So, let’s get some sleep now, my lovely princess!”
She settled down and only let her hands invade his private region once, just to let him know that she knew that it was there. And ‘it’ already knew that she was, as its risen state announced to her hand. She smiled and drowsed off to fall into sleep. He fell asleep soon after, with dreams of all that he would do for this fine girl, and to her also, he mused. It all depended.
The next morning, they went down to breakfast, not even having her circle to her bedroom for appearances sake. She did wear her bathrobe to quiet any possible sensitivities amongst the household staff. They totally ignored all of this and so proceeded to enjoy another of Mrs. Watson’s breakfast creations. Martin mentioned that the car needed to have its regular service, and Mrs. Watson added in that she needed to get some provisions for the house that were not delivered by their supply service. They looked at each other and by tacit approval combined the two efforts. This would conveniently leave Mr. Bradstock and Miss Tulu alone in the home together, which after all was the primary purpose of this exercise, anyway.
As they left the breakfast table, Charles asked Makela to get dressed in her around-the-home casuals and to join him at his office in about an hour. She respectfully nodded her assent and disappeared up the stairways like she was fleeing from a fire. ‘Ah, the energy of youth,’ he thought as he saw her tiny cheeks bouncing behind her as she disappeared up the stairs.
When she later appeared at his office door, right on time, he invited her in the door that had been left ajar. He requested her to close and lock it. As she then looked around, she marveled at the wonders in here. Many of which, she had no idea as to their purpose. He smiled as he noticed this and said, “No need to study them at this time, Makela. We will be using none of them for this meeting between us.”
“OK, Mr. Bradstock.”
“Remember Makela, I am Charles to you in my office, and bedroom.”
“OK, Mr…ah….er, Charles.”
“Now, I am letting you know right away that this meeting will be very personal and intimate (at last, she thought) but for your information, my mother gave this same briefing to me when I was about twelve years old. After I am done with it, you will well imagine the shock that it was for me.”
Among the things that this would establish, would be how Makela handles the interview with the counselor coming up. Nothing that happened here would likely get him into jail, but if it came out, it would very probably get Makela removed from the household and a bar from him ever using that pipeline again.
“Now, I need for you to come over to the desk and remove your pants and panties. (She is a little shocked, but complies. And as she does this, he takes off his trousers and his briefs.) Now will you please sit on the corner of the desk with your legs spread and your blouse hitched up to reveal all of your private area? (Again she complied.)
OK! This is the family’s traditional ‘sex lecture.’ It has been given to every member of the family since the family began. It is always very intimidating to the child, but it is felt that it has far reaching benefits to them. And it is always given by a member of the opposite sex, as you will see the reason for as it proceeds.
So, brace yourself and here goes:
This discussion will be about sex as the means to reproduce humans. Sex for fun, will be discussed at some other time.
Humans are made to accomplish this miracle very well. It has resulted in a population of the Earth of about 7 billion, a sign of great ability on the designer of this.
The human family is made up of females, of which you are one and males, as I am made. They each have outward provisions to accomplish this and internal ones. But, briefly what happens is that the male plants a seed (a sperm, from a large grouping carried into the female by a thick substance called semen) into her body where it meets up with a female seed, called an egg (or ovum from her storehouse within her body).
By-the-way, there will be a written test on all of this administered by me, and you will not be allowed to have sex under any conditions, until you score a perfect 100% on it. (That straightened her up.)
The male seed is introduced into the female through a small tunnel that has its outside opening just behind her peeing orifice and between her legs. The tunnel is called a vagina and goes deep within her body to an ending that has a kind of trap door in its ceiling called the cervix. If the sperm are successful, they move through the door and if the timing is right have the opportunity to combine with the egg from the female within a fist-sized chamber called the uterus (or womb.) Usually only one sperm accomplishes this with any one egg. If the conditions are just right, the newly impregnated egg attaches itself to the wall of the womb and begins the process to make a baby. It takes about 9 months to complete the process. And the baby comes out of the woman, through the same vagina as the sperm entered her body through. ”
“Any questions, yet?” He inquired. Since she was overwhelmed by all of this as every young one had been to the dawn of the family, she had none and shook her head to indicate such.
“By the way, this lecture is on CD and will be uploaded to your computer for three days and then will disappear. It will give you something to do on your ‘lonely nights’, huh?”
He got uplifted eyes and a blank stare over that.
Now, for the show and tell:
I will point out the location of the various parts of each of us as to reproduction. Some of them are the same ones that will be useful in ‘fun’ sex, also.
“Here is where the sperm come from in the man.” He pointed to his testicles and asked her to hold them. Nothing sexual about it at all. (At least nothing intentional on his part, of course………yeah) She held them very gingerly and as instructed by him next felt the two distinct round objects inside. He informed her that yes there were two of them, if only to have a backup he guessed. They produced the sperm for baby-making and evidently had to hang in this sack to do its work at a different temperature than was produced within his main body.
He then explained that these sperm, when called for by the body, move up two different tubes, one for each testicle to an organ called the prostate. There they are mixed with the seminal fluid that is produced there, and when he was adequately stimulated it was pumped through his penis and out his urethra to where ever his penis was located on, to whatever was in the way, including inside of her vagina, if it was located there. Interestingly, this same passage was used for him to urinate out of. But, during sexual excitation of the male, the urine was blocked off from entering it, and evidently a substance that came out before the main event, called pre-cum, had some effect of cleansing the channel and preparing it for the ride of the sperm, while also helping to lubricate the penis for entry into the female.
He pointed to the appropriate areas for all of these terms and actions. He mentioned that his penis was at rest at the present. That it got very much larger when it was excited, but for her not to worry, it would well fit into any appropriate vagina that welcomed it. This he said with a raised eyebrow and a very light smirk. She caught that and returned it to him.
Now, she was beginning to wonder how long she was going to have to sit on the corner of his desk, exposing her previously considered unmentionables.
He now proceeded to her physiology. He pointed to the area inside her hip bones where the egg sacks of the female are located. He informed her that each female received all of the eggs that she would ever have before her birth. And that they were released, usually one at a time each month about equidistant between her menstruations. When it occurred, many women feel a tenderness in the area of the egg sack. He also informed her that unlike bird eggs, human eggs had no hard shell and were much smaller.
He then traced the presumed path of the tubes that carried the eggs down to the uterus. And then opened her legs wider, to her surprise and located the opening in her groin, where the vagina entered her body. He moistened his finger and inserted it up the vagina past the hymen, to not only her embarrassment, but also to very sensitive and pleasant feelings, and reached back to touch the cervix. Her unexcited and unfilled vagina was not expanded at that moment, which facilitated that. To calm down her feelings, he gently patted her vulva as he withdrew from actively engaging her privates. He said that she could now cover herself. And as she felt like she was going to lose some advantage in this situation, so was very slow in doing so.
He noticed this, but apparently to her, ignored it and continued on. “You will get much of this same information at school in Health classes. But, it has been evident to the members of our family, that giving it in this way enforces a much more sober attitude towards the subject and the consequences of choosing the wrong person to engage in it with. The subject of fun with sex will be brought up later, and you should note has its own terms for the same places and organs that we have discussed now.”
“Alright, Makela. It is now time for us to go down to lunch. After that I expect Miss Flambeau to show up. Your live-in tutor, you know.”
“Oh, and you should probably finish dressing. Mrs. Watson having returned wouldn’t probably comment, but it might interfere with the usage of my fork, with possibly disastrous results.”
She complied and gently laughed at his humor. The first laugh that he could remember from her. And he reminded her of the test. He was very serious about that. And she was properly so, too.
Almost right after lunch, Marie showed up with her two trunks and two travel suitcases. Makela thought, “Boy is she moving in?” and then remembered that she was in a way. She would be staying for some time to tutor Makela. And she was very beautiful and affectionate, which she showed by immediately walking up and hugging Makela, then kissing her on each cheek before breaking off to give the same attention to Mr. Bradstock.
Charles responded to this, “And it is nice to see you again, Marie.” Makela could immediately tell that they had been lovers at some time in the past. She was beginning to see that he was very generous to his past lovers, and by the way Marie was acting, they all wanted a return flight with him. She had seen it in Cynthia also. Well, she realized here were her two immediate competitors for Charles’ interest, ……and bed. This definitely upped the ante. And she also remembered that she needed to pass Charles’ sex test to be welcomed into his bed. At least that is what he had said. She would prepare very seriously, just in case it did happen.
They all together hauled Marie’s things to her room on the third floor, up the stairs. She was going to stay in the main guest bedroom, which was much like a studio-apartment. It was just two doors down from Makela’s room. But, interestingly in between Makela’s and Charles’ rooms. Hmmmmmmmm.
After moving her things into her room, Charles and Marie excused themselves to go to his office, to converse on what her job would be this time, and the state of affairs here in the home. Makela wondered to herself, if Marie was going to get the sex lecture, too. But, at her age, she had undoubtedly already received several of them, perhaps even one by Charles. She smiled to herself over her own naughtiness. And she continued, Marie probably could not only teach the lessons that she had received on the subject, but teach each of them some newer things, she imagined. Oh, well. She needed to get to her studying.
In the private meeting with Marie, after the obligatory ‘oral’ introduction to her return to the home, they got down to the real business at hand. Not that he didn’t enjoy the greeting, but……… He told Marie what was to be expected of her this time. The educational tutoring without question, and the further indoctrination into the more intimate subjects were also understood by Marie. But, she wanted to know, would she be getting some attention from Charles’, too? He answered, ‘Yes,” but they would have to share. She made a mental note of that, and was dedicated to helping the young girl, but she wanted very much to win in the end. Win it all! A very intimate war was being declared.
After dinner, which had been very lively in conversation, and splendid in menu, he accompanied the two ladies up the stairs, one on one side, the other on the other. He smiled all the way up. He then raised Marie’s hand to his mouth and kissed it, in consigning her to her bedroom. Then he accompanied Makela to her bedroom and firmly closed the door. He informed Makela that she was not to come to his room that night, and not until he let her know that it was OK. He was firm in this, and reminded her that she had ‘homework’ coming up on a very important subject. This was said with highly raised eyebrows. From this interchange she surmised that all was not lost then, because Marie was here.
That night, Marie reminded him about the delights of her body, in person. He slept very soundly afterward, with her in his arms. She had been instructed to be back in her room, before Makela rose at about 9 am. She promised that she would, and knew better than to balk at any of his requests. This had gotten her into deep trouble the last time she had stayed here. She didn’t want any repeat of his anger on that occasion. While this was going on, Makela was busily studying the uploaded video on her computer. She had already identified a couple of points that he had evidently forgotten, but in no way was she going to bring that up to him. And then she thought, did he do that on purpose to see what her attitude would be towards him about it? Wouldn’t put it past him she thought, and she determined herself to be the perfect little obedient girl for him. Her best weapon in the ensuing contest with Marie. While Marie had her feminine body and adult manner about her, Makela had what evidently Charles really wanted, a young woman’s body to play with and enter. She would be at no disadvantage in this tug-of-war.
On Sunday, Makela and Marie spent almost the whole day together. They did assessment tests to see where Makela was, and the results showed that she was actually remarkably close to where she should be. So Marie began to help her close the gap immediately. The sooner that this was done, the sooner that Makela could be steered into some manner of life that would give Marie a clearer field with Charles. In the meantime, she intended to keep his member in the proper storage place as often as she could. She wasn’t using her birth control, either…… All is fair….she thought. She also was determined to introduce Makela to some woman on woman fun, to earn her trust and to, of course, have fun.
On Monday, Charles returned to his job at the bank. He was a part owner of the bank, on its executive board and held the post of overseeing mid-level business loans. It was a rather cushy job, but that is all that he wanted out of it. It left him with a lot of free time to pursue his other interests. He had an excellent assistant in Linda, who did the ‘heavy lifting’ for him, and also entertained ideas about him, herself. She had made several overtures to him, but the only completed pass was a brief hug and fuck in the dressing room at one of the company parties a couple of years ago. She constantly planned on how to repeat that event. And he knew!
On Monday, Mrs. Watson took Makela to school and presented all of the proper papers to the officials there to get her entered into classes. They were met by Georgia, a young black woman who would be attending classes by her side for the first couple of months, or as long as it took for Makela to become used to the school regimen and the course content. Later that day, Makela would be introduced to another Ethiopian young girl of Makela’s age to help keep her Amharic strong. A very busy day for all involved. They also made an appointment with the athletic director of the school to see about Makela playing on the soccer team, and joining the cross-county running team at the appropriate times of the school year. Charles heartily approved of this. It might burn off some of her abundant energy that she was trying to get him to wear out of her. Evidently the still very limited play that they had (after she had passed her test, with flying colors) wasn’t totally doing the job. And she was having to rotate with Marie, seeing him every other night. Perhaps this exercise at school would slow her down some, he thought.
On Thursday, the counselor came to visit, when Makela had arrived home from school. She was welcomed in by Mrs. Watson and shown to Makela’s room and then the door was shut. It didn’t matter that Charles wasn’t home yet. He had an important meeting at the bank to attend and besides his system had a recorder on it.
Before coming to this interview, the counselor had reviewed her notes from the meetings with these two, and the check-off list that David had supplied with Makela’s arrival here.
She then looked around the room, it was splendid. Makela showed her the new clothes, including the intimate apparel that had been bought for her and put away for her use here. The counselor had noticed the grandeur of the house as they climbed the stairs. She was impressed that there was no elevator. That spoke of a family that highly valued exercise and good health. She didn’t want to be lulled to sleep by all of this, but she knew that she would have to have a really striking reason to move Makela away from this. And she couldn’t think of a single one. Even if Makela was sleeping with Charles. Not even that, if she wasn’t being abused. And Makela showed absolutely no signs of that. She sat very confidently in front of her, every appearance of a very well integrated young woman in surroundings that fit her.
When Charles got home, she met with him and asked him a couple of questions to clarify matters, and was very satisfied at the answers and all of what he was doing for Makela. If he was fucking her as she suspected, she was still going to be one of the most highly educated and loved concubines in history. She refrained from asking him, though. She didn’t actually want to know for sure. And she had a whole cabinet of very sad cases to administer to, it made her feel much better to have at least this one, that despite her darker feelings, was evidently doing fine and would probably be stable far into the future. Case closed, she thought. Just a couple more check-ups, which she herself would do, and then she would leave these folks alone for good.
As she excused herself and was escorted to the door by Mrs. Watson, she looked back at Mr. Bradstock and gave him an arched eyebrow, and then a slightly friendly nod. She then left to try to make some kind of sense out of the horrors that some of the rest of her cases found themselves in.
That night it was Makela’s turn to sleep with him, and he decided he needed to fill her in on another of the family’s secrets. So, after a late dinner, he walked with her up to her room and firmly locked the door.
He turned now to Makela to inquire of how things had gone on the interview. He already knew, because of the recording, but wanted to hear of it directly from her. How she approached this would make a big difference as to whether he proceeded with the actual purpose of his visit.
She informed him that it had went very well, and that the counselor had no idea of the relationship between them. Very unlikely, Charles mused. But, he let her keep this little error, to quiet her qualms. She also said that the lady seemed to be telling her that if nothing changed, that she would be welcome to stay here from now on. She looked at Charles for a reaction to that and got none. She then repeated a very familiar litany, “Charles, I will do anything to stay here!”
And he repeated, “You will never have to do anything that you want to refuse to do, ever!”
Then she looked up at him with an expectant air about her, “Charles, Marie has been showing me some videos that show how people play with sex. It shows many wondrous and exciting things, which at first very much embarrassed me. But, after repeated showings and explanations, I have come to desire these things to happen between us very soon. Like tonight. Also, I hope that you don’t mind, but she has shown me things that ladies can do together, too. (Thank God, he thought. Now maybe I can get some sleep every third night.) It is all so exciting, and feels so good, too!”
So, he decided right then to move on with his own little instructional effort.
“Makela, it is evident that you very much want to be here. And you have earned my trust in not exposing anything happening here that might cause me trouble. Good!
Now I am going to entrust you with another of the family secrets. Please come over here to the middle book shelf. You will notice the book, Bartlett’s Quotations. It is a very common book, used by many people in their research. But, no stranger coming into the room would bother it. It is just a book that is never taken off of the shelf, unless it is needed right then. If you will run your finger along the shelf edge under it, you will feel a soft spot. Please lightly push in there. (They heard a click.) Now tip the book out towards you at the top. (She did so and there was a creaking as the shelf pivoted and opened out to show a door behind it.)”
They avoided being hit by the swinging door by his grabbing her and stepping to the correct side, which had been the right side, after all. Then he walked up to the door with her and opened it to a very dark space dimly lighted by two sets of colored bulbs, two of them red and two of them green. There was a mismatched pair in front of her and another set over her head inside of the door. Without explanation, he grabbed a flashlight on a self under the lights and walked her through a very narrow corridor to an opening that was where the elevator shaft would be, if they had one, across a narrow walkway with a safety handrail on the deep side, past a descending stairway and then to another narrow corridor that led to another door. This alcove also had two sets of lights on it.
“This means of travel within the house is a closely guarded secret, known only by family members. (It may be known by Mrs. Watson he acknowledged to himself, but if she did she would never reveal it to a human soul. Not even her departed husband had known. This he was very sure of.) You are being given a great trust in knowing and being permitted to use this. Do you understand? (She nods.) Good. When the light above the door is red, that means to leave the person behind it alone. This goes for you or me. This is not to be trifled with! Do you understand that? (Yes, she gravely agreed, not even wanting to know what would happen if she betrayed this secret. No more secrets for sure, she soberly surmised.)”
He, also showed her the button at the side of the door that allowed the person inside of the wall to let the person in the room know that they were there when the light was green. When the button was pushed, it would trigger a peculiar kind of ringing in the clock beside the bed, it was very different from the normal ones and would be immediately recognized for what it was, he explained.
They then retraced their steps and moved back into her room. When she tipped the book back into its normal position, the shelf returned to its normal place. Nothing about it tipped off what was behind it. They had shut the door behind to prevent any noise leaks from it or cold air drafts, either. He then moved her over to the bed and showed her a small piece of the edging that could tip out revealing a toggle switch with two positions and no lettering. Charles looked her in the eyes and said, “Left for red and right for green. Do you understand?” “Yes, left for red and right for green,” she repeated.
“Okay Makela, you can come to my room tonight, the door light is green. By the way the lights away from the door are colored, and they tell what is the matching light at the other end over the other person’s door. I hope that that isn’t too confusing.”
“No, I get it. If I see a green light away from the door when I leave my end, it will be green over you door when I get there.”
“Yes, that is exactly it.”
“And Makela, wear something appropriate for us to play in. Undoubtedly the videos have given you a very vivid idea of what that might be.”
She shyly nodded. He then reminded her to always keep her door locked to the outside hallway, whenever she used the secret access. No one was to know. Nobody usually came up here in the night. But, Marie was in residence and as welcome as she was, she was not a member of the family yet and therefore was not qualified to know about it. By this, Makela recognized that she was now considered a member of the family. She was determined to never lose that status. And also, determined to suffer anything to remain here. With that Charles left the room, and Makela locked the door behind him. She had work to do to prepare herself for him, later.
As Charles noisily walked down the hallway to his room, he noticed that Marie’s door was firmly shut. He knew from the monitor, that she was prepared to spend the night in, reading one of her books in French, he guessed. He wondered at their content. They certainly engrossed her when she became lost in them. And she had a fine wine to relax herself, too. When he entered his room, he moved to take a quick shower and put on only a pair of tight fitting shorty underpants.
These were too uncomfortable to wear during the day, but helped to set the right mood at night when the ladies saw them.
Soon after he had laid down and opened his book to read, he heard Makela’s ring on his clock meaning that she was behind the door behind bookshelf. He quickly moved to open the shelf for her entry. And what an entry it was. She had put on an entirely white outfit, with a lot of lace, a couple of bows in interesting locations, pretty lacey panties, thigh high leggings, and 5 inch high spikes on her feet. She had her hair braided into a long rope hanging down her back. And she had made up her face, outlining her eyes and accenting them with very bright blue and green makeup. Now he knew what the large bag had contained. ‘Boy, was that money well spent,’ he thought.
He put his book down and moved to the top of the comforter. He looked her in the eyes and asked her very gently, “Makela my love, are you ready for this? There will likely be a little pain with some of it. But, that will dissipate quickly. I want to know that this is really your desire to share in this and not just mine.”
“It is both of our desires. I have seen how you look at me, and how your cock reacts to my touch. We both want this. And I want to weld you to me forever, never to let you go or to leave this place. I am so happy here, Charles. I will do anything, suffer anything to stay here with you, my love. And my hope!”
“Charles, I have to let you know that with some of the play that Marie introduced me to, that my hymen (as she had instructed me to call it) was broken and that I am no longer a virgin. Does that it ruin it for you?” She asked this with a bit of a forlorn look in her eyes.
Charles, with the kindest eyes that he would ever show, gently said to her, “No, it won’t make any difference at all. It is your heart and life that I want Mikela, not your virginity. Marie was welcome to it. I will have all the rest.”
“Yes, you will my love!”
With that she joined him up on the comforter, as he had motioned her to join him there. He couldn’t bear to move to under to covers, since he wanted to feast on her beauty throughout the coming love making. She understood, because she felt the same. She very much admired the effect that the tiny shorties that he wore were having on her, too. ‘Turn-about is fair play,’ she had learned lately in some kind of lesson.
He gathered her into his arms and kissed her lips and then her mouth with a passion that she had never experienced from him before. She returned it to him, because her heart and body was already on fire, too. Their arms and hands wandered all over each of their bodies, glorying in all of the little secret places that they found together. Her hands found his cock and became centered there. His hands then found her pussy and began the process of awakening it to his intended purpose. It didn’t take that long. This night he wasn’t going to extend it out for too long. That could come later. He just wanted to introduce her to the pleasures of intimacy and let it go on from there in the future. So, he moved down to her pussy to wake it up with his mouth. She moved to do the same with his cock, in the famous ‘69’ position, which the video says is many gentlemen’s favorite position.
She still had her whole outfit on, and she received no instructions from Charles to take it off. As Charles used his tongue on her pussy, he grasped her twin bottoms and gently squeezed and caressed them. No spanking them this time, he thought. As the juices began to flow freely from the both of them, he knew that it was time to move on. So, he clued her to trade ends with her body and then to lay on her back underneath him. He kissed her from her forehead all the way down to her feet and then back up to her pussy again. She was so excited that her body was writhing in sensitivity. He briefly brought his member up to her mouth to firm it up again, and then moved it down to her cleft. He rubbed it up and down her pussy cleft and when it was wet enough from their combined fluids, he gently entered it into her vaginal vault. It ventured in with surprising ease, despite the tightness of the tunnel. Her eyes got very large while this was happening and to his inquiry, if everything was alright, she replied, “Much better than alright!”
When he hit bottom, her bottom rose up to meet him, like it was trying to force him in even deeper. But, his cock was in as far as it would go for now. As they made love repeatedly in the future, her vagina would stretch to eventually take his whole 7 inches. She remarked with a wondrous voice, “I am so full of you, Charles. I don’t ever want you to leave me.” He hugged her very tightly with that and whispered into her ears, “You will never have to leave me in any way that really counts, my love.” With that she smiled into his eyes and begged him to fuck her. He began the motions then and increased their power and frequency as he checked her response to it. There was no problem there. And so he moved on to cum inside of her, but she came first. She just utterly lost it and moaned and cried in her release of passion, that drove him right over the top and he happily released his load of love into her. She grabbed hold of him and gently wept into his shoulder out of pure love and tension release. She felt so loved and secure in his arms, with his cock firmly imbedded inside of her.
She then got the idea that she wanted him inside of her ass, too. That would finalize her ownership of him. If she regularly gave that up to him, he would never go to anyone else and leave her behind. She moved him off of herself and rolled over onto her stomach, while placing two pillows under herself. He asked if she was giving him, what he thought she was, and she said “Yes, just be careful, this is my first time.”
He gently kneaded her back to relax her. He then kissed her down her back to her bottoms and between them to finally center his mouth and tongue on her anus. He gave it a lot of oral attentions and then used his finger up into her. With that she motioned to the drawer that she knew had the necessary lube for this and he grabbed it and proceeded to lube up his member and her asshole. Then he moved his cock up to the opening and asked her to guide it in. She did so very slowly and then when he was totally in, began to push back on him to force it in as deep as he could go. She was surprised at how good this felt. As they got into the rhythm of it, he grabbed the long rope of hair and used it for leverage to push himself into her as deeply as he could. She then shouted out to him, “Cum inside of my ass, Charles! Fill me up again.” A few more strokes into her and he did just that with her panties skewed off to the side, her spikes digging into his legs, her perfume in his nostrils from the pretties, and his hand firmly pulling on her rope. He then collapsed on to the bed beside her. She was too exhausted to check on him right away. But, when she was able to do so, she found him just fine and with a very large smile on his face. She then buried her face into his chest and moved her panties aside and pushed his only barely hardened member into its proper place. She wasn’t sure if she would ever let it out. And she clung to him in emotional desperation and love. They fell asleep in that state.
After that night, he totally belonged to her and her to him. But, she came to love Marie very much, too as Makela progressed through her education and as life in the Bradstock home took on a whole new balance. Oh, Martin was still there. Mrs. Watson was there. But, Charles and the ladies found their own balance in things, and with her many hours of study let Marie have her time with him, also; besides the times that they spent together. Charles actually got a night of sleep alone each week, and sometimes two. It worked out very well for each of them.
Makela graduated from high school (with two years of college credit to her name already) at age 17 and immediately married Charles, they had 6 children over the years, and he had three by Marie, too. Marie stayed home to work with Mrs. Watson on the caring of the children, while Makela continued her education, to eventually become a doctor. When the last child was born, she kept her promise to return to her country and helped out the people there. She was greeted with great fanfare there and guarded more tightly than the president himself. She returned every year for a couple of months for the rest of her life.
The counselor lived long enough to see all of this happen, and often used Makela as an example of how things can work out if everyone involved tries very hard for it to do so. She knew all along what had happened. But, she never threw it up to Mr. Bradstock when they would meet. All she would ask was, ”How are Makela and the kids?” And from the gigantic smile on his face, she knew that she had made the right choice those many years ago.
NOTE: This is one of only two stories that I have written from a request by a reader. I liked the idea and the story that grew from it.
Violet reaches up on the time card rack for her own personal hourly record and installs it in the appropriate slot, then pushes down the blue bar across the machine and she is now officially on duty and part of the company.
She moves swiftly to her appointed checkout stand and gets things in order for her to carry out her appointed duties. She has already been upstairs to stow her personal belongings that have no place at her work station. Amber the Front End person has installed her till with the funds carefully counted out to exactly one hundred and fifty dollars, including the change and postage stamps.
Violet notices the six-wheeler cart of candy and snacks for the check stands ready for her attention. Since, it is slow for the moment she begins this routine job, with zeal, because it is something different than just checking or waiting for the next customer. She doesn’t mind her job at all, it is just fun to do something different once-in-a-while.
She notices the other department heads moving to take the reins in their individual ‘kingdoms.’ Their assistants have already been in house for a couple of hours to get everything ready for the morning ‘before work’ crowd. They will cause an avalanche of very impatient customers for about an hour and then things will slow down till about noon, when the lunch crowd arrives. It is Wednesday “hump day’ after all.
Violet takes a very ‘laissez faire’ approach to Check Stand oversight. As long as everyone is busy and they have the appropriate number of checkers in the front they hear nothing from her. But, she could be sharp if necessary with a malingerer. Mostly she was about the sweetest 59 year old widow you could imagine, and everyone respected and loved her in the store.
In addition to oversight of the check stand operation, she also did some tutoring of the courtesy clerks and checkers as needed. Marci the First Assistant manager had informed her yesterday that a new young man would be starting today as a checker. That was very unusual, since most started farther down the rungs and worked up to the check stands which paid more than courtesy clerks or helper clerks. No one ever managed to find out how that happened for him, but he turned out to be a rather pleasant young fellow, so the shock wore off in just a couple of days.
Violet closely examined Tim as he approached her to start his first day in the store. From the manager provided printout she learned that he had already been through the two-week company indoctrination school, so was somewhat in the know about what was expected of him and how he was to do it. He had even scored a 95 on the product code test, which is unusual for a male. 103 % on the timed production test, which is good for even an experienced checker and a 50% on the customer interaction scale, which he would have to improve on to succeed in this business. The grocery business tends to attract the most socially interactive people it can, because in the end it is not primarily prices or store décor that brings the customers back, it is the people, which many retailers have learned to their chagrin during labor work stoppages.
Violet-----Hello, Mr. Lockland. Welcome to Food Specialties. I am the Check Stand Coordinator and I manage the clerks and courtesy clerks while they are working in the check stands. I will be available to aid you into entering in to this profession with encouragement and mentoring. I understand that you will be used on the floor for displays and stocking when I don’t need you up front. But, you need to know that when I call you to help up front, that I need you NOW. So as soon as you can safely leave off what you are doing on the floor you need to quickly make your way to the front. Also, I see the results of training school here on a print out. You did exceedingly well. But, you will need to develop customer interaction here in the check stands and on the floor. Don’t force it. Let it grow. You will also need to oversee the courtesy clerks who are helping you while you are checking. Most of them are fine, but every once in a while we get one that is clumsy or lazy. If you notice a continuing problem, I need to know about this. I will attempt to improve their work. No need to take any of the challenges in the check stands to anyone else in the store. We keep such things here and I don’t ever take a name to the top store management unless it becomes hopeless. Only done that twice in my twenty years with the company.
Tim------- Boy, that is a lot to take in.
Violet-----Yes it is, but I and the others here will help you in your transition. From what I see and have read of you, I will be very surprised if you don’t get your act together very quickly.
Tim------- I sure hope so. Everyone here is so very encouraging. And………..friendly.
Violet----- Yes, Tim, this business tends to attract such people.
After a couple of minutes to let this all soak in---
Violet----- I don’t need you for the present, so you can go back and report to Nor-man our backstage manager and receiving clerk. Try to not take on any tasks that you will have a hard time leaving on a moment’s notice. Norman will understand.
As she saw Tim walk away and before he rounded the corner going down the grocery aisle, she fixed her attention on this very nicely dressed, respectful and attractive young man. Perhaps like one she might have had with Alvin her very dear and departed husband. No complaint about her lovely daughters though.
At about eleven in the morning business started to pick up, so she called Tim back the front. She called Marci on the internal phone system and asked her to take a check stand so that she could mentor Tim as he took his first customers. Marci as First Assistant Manager was exempt from having to help out in the check stands, but both she and John were exemplary in helping out around the store when needed.
She put Tim on the quick check stand to give him small orders to break him in with. He was doing very well. She only had to remind him twice about code numbers that were rarely used and also for him to work his way around the credit card scanners for the customers. He got it very quickly. So, she then asked Marci to trade places so that Tim could gain experience with larger orders. He did really well again. His interaction with the customers needed a bit upgrading, but he was not shy about directing the courtesy clerk in what was needed to be done. After a couple of customers it was Violet’s time to go to lunch, so she patted Tim on the shoulder and told him how well he was doing. Violet noticed that Tim sort of leaned into the pat and briefly brushed the front of her body. She asked Galen the bread guy to come up and mentor Tim, since he was done with his daily duties by now and was an excellent checker himself. Then she went off to enjoy her lunch and some delicious personal thoughts.
As she was sharing in her lunch, three of the key ladies in the store joined her at the same table. Estelle (Front End), Bobbi (Bakery) and Chandri (Floral) came to be in deep conversation of deep concern to them. Violet just caught a couple of words mentioning John and them and a couple of other ladies. She spoke up and said that the ladies should drop this subject where anyone else could hear it or they would be jeopardizing their jobs and maybe John’s whole life. The conversation stopped immediately.
Then Violet kindly shared with them that they should think about what John had done for all of them before providing the reef to sink the ship. And to remember, that no matter what the law says and business ethics teaches, no one loves a snitch. Unless it involves abuse of children or forced attentions on anyone, it is best to just leave it alone. Everyone present in the lunch room heard the last statement, looked down and very busily engaged their lunches. Little did she know that she would need this kind of treatment, someday.
Over the next three months, Violet and Tim learned much about each other, and deduced much more by what was not said.
Tim learned that Violet was married to Alvin who was fifteen years her senior when she was nineteen. That Violet was never beautiful, but she was nice looking and very popular among the boys because of her enjoyment of attentions. Alvin never acknowledged, nor worried that she was not a virgin going into the honeymoon. And that they were very happy with each other until he died unexpectedly at age sixty four. And that despite the fact that Alvin was short, rotund and bald, he had fathered two beautiful daughters on Violet.
He also learned that Violet had a very fine life with her children and grand-children coming for the day on every other Sundays. They would attend church together (possibly their only appearances at such,) have a sumptuous buffet dinner, release the men to watch the football game in the living room on the only T.V. in the house, have the ladies remain in the kitchen and after the dishes were done entertain themselves with family talk and cards and send the female children off to one of the girl’s old bedrooms and the boys to the other.
There were no T.V.s in either one, no video games either. But, there were marvelous toys and games to play.
One of the things that he deduced from among the things she said and didn’t say was that she was very lonely for male attention when she wasn’t at work or with her family. She had evidently truly loved intimate loving attentions. Alvin hadn’t been all that good at them, but had made up for it greatly by all of the other loving things he had done for her. She was just hoping that she could experience some things before she really was too old to share in or enjoy them anymore.
Violet had learned about Tim that he had come from a ‘cold’ but responsible family and that he had married very young at nineteen. She had been a buddy of his since they could walk. He truly loved her, but in the five years that they had been married, her initial intimate interest had pretty much dried up. She hadn’t started to totally ignore her husband, but there was now no adventure or deep feelings apparent in it. But, despite this, he wanted nothing to do with leaving her and their one son. If he had to, he would live with this for the rest of her life, since they were still great friends.
But, the pot was boiling between Violet and Tim. There were the pats, ‘accidental’ body brushings and near misses of kisses.
One Friday she asked him if he could come by her house and help her put up some curtain rods, since she couldn’t reach up that far and wasn’t comfortable standing on a ladder. He just smiled and said, “Sure.”
When Tim showed up, Violet had already been very busy in her weekend cleaning with her family due the next day. She was dressed in her overalls and looked very cute in them to Tim. They shared foolish and shy smiles at each other as Violet showed Tim the curtain rod brackets that needed to be installed. Tim brought in his handy man tool belt and carryall and began the small job. While this was going on, she excused herself to take a refreshing shower.
When Tim was completely done he wandered up to her bedroom to report on his finishing the job and accidently (?) discovered her in her bedroom totally naked and still toweling off from her shower. Their eyes met and he nodded to her soundlessly. Then he asked, “Violet, do you have any more little jobs that need to be done around the house before I leave? She paused and then motioned for him to come in and then directed him sit on the side of her bed with his feet on the floor.
She then lowered herself to the small rug there and after dropping her towel, moved to opening his pants. Without looking up into his eyes, she opened up his under shorts and guided his penis out into the open. It was just a bit over average, but handsome at that. With saliva from her mouth she slickened it up and moved her hands to pump up and down on it. Now she moved her eyes up to see Tim’s reaction. He was enthralled at seeing his dick being attended to by his much appreciated leader and mentor from work. She smiled.
When it had reached what she presumed was it maximum inflation, she moved her mouth to take in the head with its purplish head. She first kissed it and then moved up and down the underside of the shaft, then with her lips moistened and her mouth full of her saliva, she moved half of the length into her waiting mouth. She used her tongue and inner surfaces to give him the maximum pleasure and then moving the remaining length inside she swallowed the first length down her throat. She didn’t even choke on it as some might, but was able to breathe around it as she pumped her mouth and throat up and down on it. It took only a few minutes and she could feel the tightness in his balls in preparation of shooting his spew inside her. She tightened her grip on him both with her mouth and hands and he proceeded to dump his load right down her esophagus into her stomach.
He leaned back in a weakened state and so she eased him onto his back and lifted his legs on to the bed. With him comfortably supine on the bed she moved up to straddle his head with her matronly breasts. He moved his mouth to the side and took the nearest nipple into his mouth and kissed and then suckled on it. She very actively showed her approval and enjoyment of this.
His loose hand moved to her pussy area and he could feel the abundance of sex moisture there. When he wiped her there and then brought the product to his mouth, he tasted her for the first time. The tastes and pheromones lit his sexual fuse and he rolled over her to be on top and immediately mounted her, pushing his still hard dick into her now drenched pussy. They both then became very active in the resulting fucking, with her pushing up and he pushed down. After a few precious minutes, they together dumped their loads into her vaginal vault. Some even managed to enter her womb. With this they relaxed and enjoyed each other’s bodily contact in post coital bliss.
It was a half an hour before either of them wanted to move or talk. And when this happened, Violet was very curious as to his response to this loving session.
Tim sat up and made himself comfortable with a couple of pillows stacked up upon each other. He looked to Violet and then realized it was up to him to comment on what had just happened.
Tim------- Violet, I am not leaving my wife, no matter how good this is!
Viol------I know that and am not asking for it. But, I am offering what you apparently are not getting at home, without disturbing your family arrangement.
Tim------- What a gift that would be to me. It might even save our marriage.
Violet-----I hope so, she is a lovely lady.
Tim-------Yes, she is. And this would relieve her of an onerous responsibility.
Violet-----Don’t abandon sex with her entirely. But, won’t she figure this out and be jealous?
Tim--------No, I don’t think so. She and I will still be very interested in our son and each other. Except for intimacies she really likes to be around me. And yes, she would insist on at least some marital due to keep the marriage alive. But, I don’t think that she will mind at all having me taken care of by someone that is not interested in threatening our bond.
Violet-----Good to hear. Now show me how much you appreciate what I am offering!
With that he rolled her over on to her back, lifted her legs and moved his mouth to her pussy. It was already inflamed with excitement and wet with anticipation. Licking about it with no pattern he raised her to higher levels than she had ever experienced before. She then began to beg him to fuck her again. She couldn’t stand it anymore. It had been so long.
So, he smiled, kissed her firmly on the lips, briefly tweaked her nips and then moved in between her legs and entered her sacred chamber. She was mute with desire and expectation. She could only moan at the sensations that she was feeling. Mercifully he proceeded to lightly pound her, causing even more of her love juices to appear. He felt that she was very close, so he moved her legs together while still in her and pounded very powerfully into her. She couldn’t take this long and with his dick rubbing against her clit she shot into sexual dreamland with a very soft and affectionate landing.
As she came back to her senses, she cried on his shoulder and told him how much she had loved it and appreciated what he had just done for her. He said that it was his pleasure, and actually meant it. Then she became aware that he had not cum again yet. He was not complaining about it, but he was obviously in some distress. So, she asked how he most dependably came and he replied anally. She thought for a moment because she had never shared in this before, but was determined to send him off satisfied also.
She gathered up two pillows and laid down with them centered under her belly. He was already very well lubricated from her pussy, but added some spittle to that and nudged up to her rosebud. Because of her age, it opened very quickly for him and he progressed very slowly and gently until he was all in. She was finding this to be not bad at all. Just a very different feeling about it. After he was settled in her and her body had adjusted to his entry, he began to lightly pump in and out of her. She found that she was getting excited again, and he definitely was. After a brief time he bucked up and spewed all of his load into her dark chamber. He then laid next to her and held her in his arms so very gently that she barely felt it. She only felt the love that they shared at that moment.
Her mind reviewed what had just happened and she was very sure that she wanted him often. She also would have liked to have a child with him, but that apparently was too late to happen. Perhaps, they could adopt a deserving little boy and raise him together with him being represented to him as the ‘uncle’ and with it in her name. So much happiness could be theirs without it directly affecting his at-home family. If everyone involved would just act respectfully, this could lead to her totally enjoying her life into the future years.
(From the framework of a story told to me by my beloved lover, Eva Decatur [nom de plume], who has also been an inspiration for a number of my stories.)
Elsie was just the girl down the lane, a fourteen year old bundle of energy who was known throughout the whole suburban development because she mowed lawns for her savings for her education. Most of the parents wished their own children showed half of the energy and enterprise of this young girl. Maybe wished this of their husbands or wives, too.
This tract of homes was a self-contained development a mile and a half out-side of town. It had 164 homes all but a few built over a five-year time period starting about ten years ago. They had mostly been bought by young families and so the resulting children were currently spread out from the ages of birth to high school senior. There were very few bachelors here. But, the small community did have its own small fire station manned by local volunteers, a small police station manned four hours a day by a county deputy (three days a week) and a small convenience market with fuel pumps. It is usually very quiet and peaceful there.
Except when Elsie was on the prowl with her mower. She would wander purposefully up and down the lanes to ask to mow any lawn that needed attention, and had a number of regulars whom she serviced. The community had a covenant that the lawns had to be regularly maintained and the designated lawn service charged much more than Elsie did, so she was kept very busy.
Elsie’s father had been a very robust and hardworking man, but he was injured very profoundly in an industrial accident that was not his fault, so he was pensioned off by the state industrial board. He and Elsie lived alone, since his wife had beat-it away from him and his alcoholism with all of the kids but Elsie who elected to stay behind and take care of her dad. He loved her very deeply and was very gentle and kind with her, but still gruff in his manner. She just shrugged it off and coped with it the best that she could.
But, he did require that Elsie forward to him half of her earnings to help with their finances. With this money plus the pension, they got by barely. And their home, the oldest in the community, showed the neglect that their sparse finances caused. Elsie did the best she could but with little money to work with, she couldn’t do much.
Some of her customers got the idea that she was being required to forward all of her earnings to her father, and threatened to quit using her. But, she regularly carried her bank savings pass book and would show the progress in her account to help finance her future. This made it a personal challenge for each of her customers to help raise its level. By age fourteen she already had a couple of thousand dollars in it.
Elsie was too busy for serious attention by the neighborhood or in-school boys. And, though she was liked by them, they gave little attention to her anyway. She was not the requisite rounded, blond or full busted. Her womanly development was somewhat delayed. No, she didn’t look like a boy at all. But with her shortened hair and willowy body she looked more like an eleven or twelve year. A healthy one, none the less.
But, the men in the neighborhood had an entirely different impression about her. They deeply admired her energy and young girl willowy good looks. Many were interested, but fear and good sense stopped them from pushing any intimate agenda with her. She was of course completely oblivious to the fact that any male would have any interest in her at all. She was very intimidated by the fact that her breasts were very small and insignificant for her age. She even got very mild teasing about it from the other girls during gym class. But, they were easy on her because everyone liked Elsie.
Henry was a bachelor who lived just a couple of doors down from Elsie and her father. He was one of the first of her customers and was very regular in requesting her services, even during the winter. Just to keep it looking cared for, you know. He had long been intrigued by the young girl and was very friendly with her, but had never made any advances at all. She just thought of him as a particularly warm-hearted uncle and was very fond of him.
One day after finishing mowing his lawn and trimming around it, he invited her in to his kitchen to share in a sandwich and soda. No one would think twice about this, since very many of her customers would do the same when she serviced them around noon. She always had a choice of two or three kitchens to be serviced in herself each mowing day. But, Henry was her favorite.
Henry had resided in the house he now lived in since he was a young child. His parents had passed away at rather young ages, so Henry was in his late forties and alone. He was medium-tall and spare with bright and intelligent eyes. They were light brown, but looked green at times due to emotional state or unusual lighting. As much as anyone knew here, he had never been married, and seemed happy in his singleness. Only an unknown female visitor late in the evening every once-in-a-while.
One day as he and Elsie were sitting at the kitchen counter eating peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and sharing a root beer he inquired as to how her savings were progressing. She reached into her shirt pocket and slid the savings book over to him. He opened it and noticed the total was well over two thousand dollars at the present. He whistled and slid it back to her. She smiled and returned it to her pocket.
Henry had been thinking for some time how he might indirectly broach the subject of increased intimacy with her. As he watched her face and eyes, he thought that this might be an opportune time to advance this idea.
Henry----Elsie, have you thought of any ways to advance you savings buildup to mount it up more quickly?
Elsie-----Yes, sir. I have thought on this very much. While I am making good progress, it seems that the cost of college is increasing faster than I can save for it.
Henry---Yes, I think that many people feel that way about a lot of things. What alternatives have you thought about?
Elsie---Oh Henry, I have thought of a lot, but with my many responsibilities, there just isn’t time for anything else. Besides, I am probably doing the only job that my age and qualifications would allow.
Henry---Yes, I can see the problem. Let’s change the subject, how are doing with the boys?
Elsie---They like me and ignore me.
Henry---Their loss, young lady.
Elsie looked at him with her head slightly to the right and her eyes turned to the left and shyly asked, “Do you think that they should be paying attention to me?”
Henry—Honey, I don’t think that anyone should do anything that they don’t want to do, usually.
Elsie—Henry, do you think that I am pretty enough for a boy to be interested in?
Henry---You are surely pretty enough, but it is up to the boy. It takes a while for a lot of them to get it. A girl is as pretty…… as her heart is.
Elsie---That is very sweet to say, Henry. What do you think of me?
Henry---I think that you are very fine looking young girl!
Elsie----Thank you, Henry.
Henry---No problem, you richly deserve it.
There now ensued a silence of several minutes while both absorbed the import of what had just been said added to the years of warm and friendly association of the two.
Henry---Elsie, would you be interested in accelerating your savings growth by helping a man with his emotional needs? Not only would you be making more money, but since you wouldn’t be able to tell your dad about it, it all would go into your savings fund. You would just have to hide the savings book from him.
Elsie—That is no problem, he never looks at it. He is only interested in his share of my usual earnings. But, what would be involved in this, emotional support?
Henry---It would involve you using yourself to comfort a man in his loneliness by showing affection to him and cuddling with him.
Elsie---You mean like a wife does for her husband?
Henry---Yes, just like that.
Elsie—What man would want me for that purpose? I am so young and skinny.
Henry---Many men would want you for just that reason. I would be one of them.
Elsie---You mean that you would like to make love with a skinny girl like me???
Henry—Yes, Elsie, I would. And you are not skinny. You are slim and very attractive.
Elsie—The boys don’t want me because of my very small breasts. Would that matter?
Henry—A lot of grown-up men would want you for just that reason. It would remind them of what they foolishly passed on when they were boys.
Elsie sits and stares out the window, silent in thought. Henry sits very relaxed and with an unaggressive manner while she lets a whole lot of confusing thoughts and feelings wash over her. She thinks of what she knows about husbands and wives and how they interact. From her Health Class she knows about ‘baby-making.’ But she realizes that this is not for making a baby, this is for comfort and fun. She knows little about this. She has only kissed a couple of times and never has gone down on a boy, though she knows what that is. Finally, she looks up at a very relaxed Henry sitting in repose gently gazing at her.
Elsie—Would I have to be naked and would I have to let him fuck me?
Henry---Only if you will allow it, but the more you do, the more you make doing this.
Elsie, looking at Henry with down cast eyes, “Henry, would you teach me what I need to know? You have been very fair and encouraging to me since I started mowing lawns four years ago.”
Henry---I would be honored to help you learn these things, Elsie. Let me know when you would like to begin.
Elsie---Could we begin now, Henry, before I get too scared and back out? I could really use the extra funds to build my savings so that I can have a meaningful life and not a silly one like so many of the girls around here settle for.
Henry—I think that every guy that you connect with will hope for the same. And yes, we can begin now. Let’s move up to my bedroom. You can explain to your father that I let you do some cleaning inside today.
When they entered the bedroom, Elsie began to remove her clothing. Henry took her into his arms before she got anything off and hugged her and caressed her back as he gently kissed the bright and slightly scared young face. She soon began to relax and then he helped her remove her clothing very slowly and deliberately making it like a game. He explained that this was supposed to be fun. She smiled and got into the action now, even helping him off with his clothes.
When naked, he guided her up onto the bed and told her that he would only cover the basics today. She seemed to relax even more with that expression and then welcomed his sensual attentions to her body. He initiated things with a gentle massage of her back and then with her on her back to her arms, legs, chest, belly and pussy region. He gave the lover’s names for each region as he gave attention to them. She very quickly became flushed with excitement at the wonderful feelings that he was stirring up in her body. She moved against his hands to increase the stimulation that he was providing. And she nearly went out of her mind when he went down on her and nosed up to her pussy and used his tongue all over it and into it. She had no idea that this could feel so good.
His tongue teased her clit, which she didn’t even know that she had. And was dumfounded at the sensations she felt when his tongue penetrated into first her vagina and the up into her ass. She couldn’t wait for what was to come next.
He then had her practice at a relatively short blowjob, so that she would come to recognize that it was also her responsibility to stimulate the man. And then he asked if she wanted him to proceed because there would be a slight pain at his first deep probing of her vagina. She was being brave and said to go ahead. So, with the lubrication well produced in her and him, he moved his penis to the entrance and slowly pushed in until he hit the maidenhead. Then he looked into her eyes, and she nodded, so he pushed firmly into her interior regions until he was nestled up to the end of her vagina just past the cervix on the upper side of the tunnel.
She only blinked and slightly sighed at the penetration that changed her into a woman and then relaxed and waited for what was to then come about. He left things still for a couple of minutes, deeply kissed her mouth with their avid tongues tapping each other and then began the pumping action to bring both of them to climax. He briefly worried about pregnancy, but the moment’s passion washed away that worry and he began to pound her to her delight. She was smiling with her face lit up red, when they both came very sharply at his deepest penetration. They both let out loud sighs and then relaxed with him laying on top of this wondrous young woman’s slim and womanly body. She reached up and pulled him down even harder on to her to his comfort and joy.
As they lay there totally entranced with each other, she informed him that her period was due the next day and that she would get on some kind of birth control. He said that that was a great idea. And then asked her what she thought of all of this? She said that it was wonderful and that she would only want to be with him until she was more experienced and even mostly after that. Henry said that he would very much enjoy that. And that there was very much more for her to learn about. She asked if they could learn something new each time, and he said that that would be the case.
They got up arm in arm and went into the bathroom to shower. She held on to him very tightly as they washed and kissed him very sweetly and repeatedly until she left with his contribution. She was very happy with the $150 he provided. And she already was looking forward to next time, in two weeks at the next mowing.
“What are your plans for after High School, Myron?”
“Well Mom, I have a number of options. I have been accepted to enlist in the Air Force, which would give me a chance to grow up a bit before tackling the rest of my life. I can go to work with Dad. With that I will make very good money right away. And Miss Bell has gotten a four year scholarship for me to Big City College in the teaching program. I guess she and the other teachers expect me to do well, and maybe a bit of retribution in getting me into teaching for all of the times I had my hand raised in classes.”
Mom chokes off a couple of laughs at that, since he had always been a bit of a know-it-all and was very garrulous too. But, the fact was that Myron was well read. He had spent a lot of time in libraries and read through two sets of encyclopedias and a couple of almanacs. And he tended to remember an amazing amount of the info. While Myron sometimes struggled with current knowledge tests, he always did very well on those that addressed the amount of his learned knowledge and the ability to use it. This had led him to have the seventh highest score in the S.A.T.s in his graduating class of 267. And this in a school with the second highest curriculum in the state.
Mom deserved a lot of credit for his intellectual prowess, through her genetic gifts, her teaching him to read when the school thought that he was retarded and in giving him an excellent example in the reading of books.
“Well son that is quite an array of options. What about your beliefs, though. Are you factoring them into this decision process? You have pacifist leanings from your faith, and so how would the Air Force thing work out for you?”
“I have thought about that Mom. I am very committed in my heart to the spiritual principles that I have learned, but am trying to balance out a lot of issues in regard to my future. I don’t want to deviate from anything that I am serious about too much, but nothing is as simple in life, as our principles sometimes deem them.”
“Ah, I detect the beginnings of wisdom in that statement son.”
“Well Mom, despite our personality issues, I still have learned a lot about the practical side of life from you.”
“Thank you for the credit on that.”
“I have a couple of weeks to think this over. I know that Miss Ball and the other teachers will be very disappointed if I do not follow through on the scholarship, since they went out on the limb to get it for me. However, she was ecstatic when the S.A.T.s came through and I came out so high in my graduating class. She was seen marching up and down the hallways waving the student’s results sheet at anyone who would stop and listen.”
Myron continued, “I am worried about how I would manage this though, since Big City College is about a hundred miles up from Dad’s place. He had promised very little help, but he is offering free room and board until I finish college and summer work at the shop for each summer. That would definitely help, but the commute would just be too much while in school.”
“That is nice of your Dad to offer that, and it would work out if you were going to the UDUB, but we take our opportunities as they come, not as we wish, huh?”
“Yes Mom that is the point isn’t it?”
“Yes, it is! And delay that decision for the two weeks and I will check on a possible answer to your transportation problem.”
“Okay Mom, I will check back with you in two weeks.”
A couple of days later, Myron’s father discussed the same issues. “Well Myron, there is only a couple of weeks left of school before graduation exercises. Have you decided what you will do then. I have offered you an option, and I know that your mother who is about twenty miles closer to your college would take you in, too. You can stay here during the summer and work and then stay up there to be closer to school if you want. I am sorry, but that is all that I can help you with.”
“Dad that is a lot, and no one should feel bad about limiting themselves to what they can reasonably do, instead of making exorbitant promises that would be counted on and then cause serious disruptions in plans, because of their failure to complete.”
“And Son, about the military service, I would be proud to see you serve as I did, going into the Navy the day after Pearl Harbor. But, I know that your faith is different than mine, and I wouldn’t want you to violate that, either. That could leave scars on your soul for the rest of your life. You need to factor all of this into your decisions.”
“Yes, thank you for that too, Dad. Mom says that she will work on a solution to my transportation issues and let me know in two weeks.”
“Maybe she is thinking of her Uncle and Aunt, who live just south of the College. They are an aged couple, but fine folk. I liked them very much when your mother and I were married. You probably need to let her pursue this before making any decisions. And Son, I will back you up as well as I can whatever honorable way you chose.”
“Thank you for that, Dad!”
During the two weeks, Myron’s teachers also inquired of his plans and he revealed his plans to Miss Ball. She was very concerned about him missing out on the scholarship that she had so vigorously pursued for him. But, she understood the other issues involved and wished him well in the decision process.
After the two weeks, and during his weekend visit to his mother, she brought up what she had found out. Her Uncle and Aunt, John and Marion, were still alive and living just ten miles south of the campus. They were an aged and fragile couple, but still deeply in love. They had had a number of relatives stay with them over time, and only one was there now. They offered to give him three months residence to see if things would work out, and then make a decision as to the rest of his college career. They could use the help to mow the lawn, handle the garbage cans and do a little driving to make purchases for them. They required no payments from him at all, and all they required was his modest amount of help and an honorable residence in their home for the duration. He felt that that would be no problem at all and he travelled up to see them with a sister, the next weekend at their invitation.
Just ten miles south of the campus an aged couple are sharing in their early dinner, being served by their young second or third cousin/niece, no one could actually figure that out for sure. But, she was a fine lady and a very serious college student. And she helped out around the house very graciously, in appreciation for this gift of the aged couple.
“Honey, I called Martie and let her know that we would give her son a chance at staying with us during his college years starting this Fall.”
With that they got a withering look from Celeste, the second cousin. And she blurted out, “You mean that you are bringing a strange boy into your house, for four years, when I still have three left?”
“Apparently, so! His mother was one of our favorite nieces during her youth. A very admirable child with a very difficult series of events in her life. But, she has done admirably with her four children under trying conditions. We expect that he will be a fine addition to our homes ambiance.”
“Hrmmmmmph,” was the only comment from Celeste.
Marion looked over to John with the unspoken message, ‘This will be fun, My Love!’ And got the requisite smile back.
They had been a young couple many years ago, and also started out with a difficult accommodation to each other. He had been a six foot seven inch gaunt young man, who dressed fine because of his personal tastes and his parent’s affluence. She had been a slimmish five foot eight inches of darkly colored hair and eyes of beauty. They did not take to each other at first.
They had met at a church social and generally ignored each other, except for furtive glances when the other was not looking back. A general acceptance of each other’s looks, but with serious reservations as to the other’s demeanor. He was very shy and she was very openly friendly to all. And she was from a family that was under distressed conditions because of the Depression. They were struggling, but surviving on a small farm just across the county from John’s home.
The next fall they met again at a charity ball and this time they danced and seemed to feel at home with each other. He now twenty-five and she twenty-two moved about the dance floor in fine harmony. With his straight carriage and her flowing dress folds as they danced, they made up a stunning couple.
Afterward, she requested him to take her home, since her parents were out of town and her siblings were off somewhere else for the week. She didn’t want to enter her home alone for the night.
So, he drove her home in his modest vehicle and they entered together into the darkened home. He checked thru the house to still her fears and joined her for a bit of wine to top off the evening. He was sparing in his sharing of the wine, but she drank just a bit too much and found herself next to him on the couch with his arms around her. She seemed to think that this was better than fine and made up to him with her eyes and lips. Things got out of control then and they ended up in her bed with him clutching her to his body and his plenteous member up into her sacred vault. She accepted this very well and they gravitated to their mutual climaxes, very stunned by their pronounced degrees, they both being virgins up to then, but not ignorant of the manner of it all. They then slept the night away together arm in arm.
When her parents found out about this, the manner of which was never revealed by them, the two families met and decided between them with their children’s concurrence that the only proper thing to do would be for them to marry. He was a fledgling lawyer at the time and she about to gain her cap as a RN nurse.
They married three months later to the whole county’s glee, since both families were well known and respected. And those that had seen the young couple at the Charity Ball, also were not surprised at this. Any knowledge or suspicions about what accelerated the courtship process between them was never discussed in polite company and the obvious happiness of the couple through the years dimmed any awareness of that over time.
They became a much respected couple in the community and over the years had two children. They would have had more, but she developed health concerns that fortunately did little to reduce their lust for each other nor their exercises of them. They aged together like fine wine and even currently were very dedicated to each other’s happiness.
They also recognized a situation fraught with humorous complications which they readily recognized. And were very much looking forward to their out-workings, too. Privately they laid out bets as to how long it would take for the young couple to be in bed with each other in love. And neither was for a very long time till occurrence.
When Myron visited in the early afternoon, they showed him and his sister about the house and grounds. The bedroom that they were reserving for him was very generous in size and nicely appointed. John and Marion had been very affluent when they built this house and the rooms were very generous as a result.
As the aged couple monitored the demeanor and attitude of the young children of Martie, they saw more than a bit of her in them, and were very impressed. Celeste was less so, but had to admit that he appeared to be somewhat less than a nightmare in his initial appearance before her.
When he was about to leave, Myron informed the couple that he would be working with his Dad for the summer and would join them about two weeks before school started in the Fall if that was acceptable to them. They gave their acceptance to this and looked forward in relish to the coming emotional conflagration that they knew was coming.
Myron worked for his dad over the summer and made a good amount of money working as an oiler and taking care of Dad’s private business office. Only a little of his funds went into his main source social successes, that is in dance skating. He was one of the few in the area who could roller-skate dance with a partner, and so was welcome to the young fillies in any rink that he visited. To prevent long term entanglements, he usually dated outside of his home town and also the one that he would be going to college in. One of the young ladies that he met was named Amy and was an eighteen year old, shortish and full bodied wonder.
As they skated together, and she was a fine dance skater, she made it known to him that she had her sights set on being a stay at home mother with a passel of kids to take care of and a warm bed for her man for her main entertainment. He could foresee her as excellent in this role. She would round out as the kids came, but would likely remain hot stuff for the rest of her life. Bad timing though, since he had at least four years of college to do, and she and children would definitely ruin his chances at that. Not her fault, he knew.
But, she was determined to audition for that role with him, and with her knowing of his plans, she still sensing the good man that he would become, moved them to intimate territory. It occurred at the local ‘lover’s leap.’ And it was intense, too. On the way she had to pee, so he had stopped alongside of the road and she had moved to the off-road side and with the passenger door opened, had squatted and lifted her skirt to pee. Down came the panties and then came the hiss of pee hitting the ground. She looked him right in the eyes through the whole process, and he was captivated by the sight of a young woman emptying herself out of her pussy right before his eyes.
Then at the ‘leap’ they moved to the back seat and immediately began a raging fire of kissing, with both tongues dueling and down each other’s throats, in turns. She opened her blouse and moved one of his hands to her magnum ‘girls’ to her delight. His other hand moved to her pussy, with her lady’s skating skirt raised and the panties gone. Her eyes began to take on a wild look and her body was vibrating through cum after cum. With her becoming hot and wet, he moved down to sample her productions and she went even further into sexual insanity over this very new experience for her. After a few minutes of it, she had her hands on the back of his head and his lips and tongue glued up to her ‘white hot’ pussy. When she came again, she motioned that it was his turn, and with that she moved down to the back seat floor and moved her mouth over his rock hard dick.
With her eyes glued to his face, she slavered up her mouth and with her active tongue worked over his member in her mouth. She let him probe down into her throat with no choking at all. The first time that she had allowed this, unknown to him. Then she rose back up to the seat and moved herself with her head on the window, her back up in the corner and her pussy in full view for his imminent plunging into her. In the back of her mind, she wanted him to plant the seed to ensnare him into her dream world. She would make sure that any regrets would be few and drowned out by magnum sex for the rest of her life.
Myron sensed this, and so after plowing up into her with her closed eyes until she came again, he then planted himself up into her ass to empty, to prevent just that eventuality. And after the initial shock and a bit of pain at his entry, she also got into her backside being deep-sixed. It only took another few minutes and he emptied up into her to her finishing delight. And then they cuddled together for some time before redressing to leave.
She gave him a piece of paper with her name, phone number and address on it. He took it, but tossed it after dropping her off near her home. Myron never say her again, but sincerely hoped that she would find a fine man to enjoy her dream life.
He finished the summer, working two days per at his Dad’s office in his own heavy equipment refurbishing and remodeling business and the other four in oiling heavy equipment at construction sites. He finished the summer with a fine monetary balance and not one pregnancy among the girls that he dated and bedded.
He then moved up to Uncle John’s just two weeks before school started, to see if he could familiarize himself with the campus and maybe find a part-time job for the weekends. His job turned out to be a six hour shift on Saturdays and Sundays on call at a local grocery chain store. That worked out fine for ready cash needs.
Celeste studiously ignore him as he settled in and only helped to the extent that would be rude to ignore. Didn’t say one word to him, either in the work-up to the start of school.
John and Marion, were having the most fun that they had had in years watching this drama unfold between them. At first they felt that they were a natural couple and bound to be together, but after several weeks admitted that this might not be true, but it would be cool to watch the permutations of their ‘dance of the sexes.’
The first day of classes, his Creative Writing professor called him up after class and informed Myron that he was expecting great things from him after the letter that he had received from Miss Ball about him. The ‘prof’ had had several of her students before and they had without exception proved to be very capable in his classes. But, Miss Ball had informed him that Myron had a very energized imagination, and was brutally energetic in the preparation of his manuscripts. He couldn’t wait to see the first of them. Myron was somewhat mortified at this kind of pressure being laid upon him right at the beginning of his college career.
To start the class, the assignments of a creative sentence, paragraph and a very brief short story were fulfilled with straight A’s. And he was working on the major piece of work right from the beginning of class. It was about the mystery of the disappearance of paper clips and the unexplained appearance of extra hangers. Myron sweated blood over this and appealed to Celeste to read it and offer any suggestions that she felt were merited. She had no issues with that and so did. Her main suggestion was to beef up the girl’s role and to add some humor to it. Amazingly, he did just so, and when it was turned in, the prof was so impressed that he read it before the whole class and sent a copy down to Miss Ball. Her reply was, “I told you so!”
Celeste had a girl in her classes whose cousin was also in Myron’s English class and so heard about the story. She prevailed upon John and Marion to request him to read it. He was very shy about this, but his host’s good natures prevailed over his nervousness and so he read it before them all at the dinner table. John and Marion were very impressed, but it was Celeste that was the most moved by it. She surely liked the story. She had liked it before her suggestions were made as to it, but the big thing to her was that he used every suggestion that she had offered. With this she began to view him in a very different light. Both John and Marion noticed this and nodded to each other.
School moved along with continued successes in his classes. His preparations in his high school work was carrying him rather easily through his initial forays in the college educational experience. He knew that it would eventually become significantly harder as the process moved on.
At the first college sponsored part event, he invited Celeste, because he didn’t know a single other girl in town well enough to approach them. She at first demurred, but shortly before the party acquiesced. They went together as friends not lovers and had a wonderful time. Danced very well together and enjoyed several discussion groups and still had some solo time around the party, too. She considered the whole time as a total success and was very impressed by Myron’s deportment.
The school year progressed and they dated only another time, a dinner and movie date. They were after all very busy in their schooling and outside responsibilities. But, their homey atmosphere was definitely warming up. John and Marion were quietly very much enjoying this panorama.
Late in his sophomore year, he and Celeste went out on one of their infrequent dinner and movie dates. Things were particularly warm between them at this time. And after a very congenial date, they returned to their shared abode. Just when he was about to get into bed, he remembered something that he had wanted to ask Celeste that night but forgot to inquire about. So, he unthinkingly moved to her bedroom to ask her before she went to sleep. She had neglected to close her door and was just putting on her nightgown. Myron just stood there mesmerized by this vision of young womanhood open before him.
At that point his mind turned off and some darker instincts kicked in, he moved in to the room to her shock and took her into his arms before her gown got completely on. His eyes bored into hers, his hands moved up to her lovely breasts and he pulled her into a very tight hugging. By this time, she had come to her senses and asked Myron to cease, as she wasn’t ready for this. That she really liked him, but that they both had a lot to complete before they could move to this in their lives. He was at first resistive and then she was about ready to let him have his way, there was no way that she would ever accuse him of rape, but she would move away from here and would never engage him again.
With her reactions, Myron came to this senses and pulled himself back from the edge with the greatest exercise of control over himself that he had ever exerted. He reluctantly let go of her and then bowed in apology and then withdrew to his bed to contemplate what he had just about done. He was moved to tears at the thought of dishonoring this lovely and respected young woman that he had real feelings for.
Dinner was very tense over the next week or so, and John and Marion accurately guessed why. They also came to the conclusion that Myron must have either over powered Celeste with his masculine charm or honorably withdrew with her reticence. They were very close to the truth in this.
After a couple of months, things calmed down between Myron and Celeste and they returned to dating once in a while. She allowed light showings of affection from this time on. Kissing and over the clothes caressing was allowed and enjoyed by her. And this was enough for the present for him to center his interests solely on her.
She graduated from nursing school with her RN during his junior year and then enrolled in a Master’s Degree program while serving her practical apprenticeship, to be qualified to be a Nursing Administrator. When Myron graduated, he did the same for his Masters of teaching degree. They remained at the Horsland residence for their further educations as John and Marion expectantly awaited the anticipated resolution of this courtship drama open right before their eyes.
On an evening after dinner, they were all gathered around the dinner table and John ventured to ask, “When are you two going to give into it and tie the knot?”
Myron and Celeste just smiled at each other and remained silent.
Marion then chastised John very mildly, “Leave the young ones alone John, they have many years to resolve this to their joys!” And then they smiled at each other and to each of the young ones.
That night, Celeste came to Myron’s bedroom door and knocked on his door very lightly. It took a few minutes for him to recognize this, but then Myron moved to open the door. Celeste in her same nightgown as the notorious night leaned in and instructed Myron to come to her room very late in the night. And then withdrew with her pretty body in display under her gown in the dim night light.
When he came to her door and lightly rapped on it, she opened it and grabbed him by his night shirt collar to drag him in. She then guided him to the bed and opened the side for him, and moved around the bed to enter on her side. She whispered to him, “Please follow my lead, Myron! You have earned this by your continuing to control yourself to honor me.”
They moved into each other’s arms and began the long practiced dance of love. Starting with simply looking into each other’s eyes, while holding hands under the covers, he awaited her indication to move each mile down that road of love. Vigorous kissing moved on to caressing of each other’s bodies and then to side by side 69 to actively taste each other. With them both in full bloom, she whispered to him, “Not in the pussy this time Myron, my ass is yours.” So she moved onto her belly and handed over the thick lube and he after actively kissing and sucking on her anal entry, lubed her and himself up. He then gently probed up into her and after a very brief sharp pain, managed to move deeply up her backside. He then stopped to let her body adjust to this alien entry and began his alternately withdrawing to near exit and entry to full depth of her. She soon began to moan and shimmy to this and turned her head around as much as she could to accept his fervent kisses to her lips. She had her fingers up to her clit and they were both sailing off to the land of the lusty. As he was about to cum up into her, she did first and then with her fingers drenched in her own cum, she probed her vagina with them as Myron emptied up into her ass.
With this, they fell to the bed with him on top and still up inside of her and before they went to sleep, she whispered to him, “This is yours any time you want until we marry, Myron. I love you so much!” They then rolled over to sleep with him still inside of her in the spoon position.
John and Marion deducing what had happened and so avoided the vicinity of either of their bedrooms that morning and smiled at the smiling couple while they enjoyed their breakfasts.
Three years later, they married after each had firmly established themselves in their careers. She as a second level nursing administrator in the local Big City Hospital and he as a history and English teacher in one of the local High Schools. He had also finished schooling to qualify himself to be a principal someday.
On their Honeymoon night, she took him into her arms and advised him as how impatient she had felt waiting for this day. He took her onto his lap and lightly spanked her to her delight and then they simply sank into each other with his dick up her pussy and began that night what would become a very long married life and a shorter active parentage.
John and Marion lived to see the wedding and were simply delighted to see the eventuality of the young couple’s relationship trip. It took longer than either of them anticipated, but the conclusion was everything that they had hoped-for, for their favorite niece/cousin.