The three lovers have returned from the Company weekend to spend some time together in Steven's flat before returning to their own beds. There's a revelation from Sharon, a reckoning for Wayne and a realisation for both Siobhan and Steven. Their story will continue beyond the weekend.
Not one word was exchanged between the lovers for what seemed to each of them like hours but was closer to twenty minutes. They either instinctively knew what their partner wanted or reacted positively to what their partner did.
They stimulated and excited one another with their mouths and their hands, tantalising and arousing each other in equal measure. Sharon’s gamble paid off as Steven did indeed last the course. Eventually she lay back and pulled him down onto her.
His rock hard cock found its target like a guided missile and he ever so slowly started to move in and out of her, trying to make the sensations last as long as possible.
The look on Sharon’s face was one of pure ecstasy as she tried not to make too much noise but she held Steven’s gaze. Her lips silently mouthed some words as he increased the pace.
Steven tried desperately to hold on by working out what Sharon was saying. An earth shattering orgasm hit her as he reached his own climax..
Sharon’s face was a picture of pure joy. Steven brushed some of her hair from her face and kissed her tenderly.
—--
Siobhan had passed out as a result of the treatment she received from Sharon’s sex toy. She awoke to find herself alone on the sofa bed in Steven’s lounge with the sex toy still attached and in her body. In the distance she could hear sounds of movement from the bedroom.
She carefully removed the toy then moved quietly towards the bathroom. Passing the bedroom she saw Steven and Sharon on the bed and stopped to watch. For a moment she thought of joining them but there was something about the way they were together. She couldn’t quite work it out to begin with until she realised they didn’t speak. Even when Steven buried himself in her friend’s pussy no words were exchanged though Siobhan could have sworn Sharon whispered something to Steven.
They seemed to manage to climax together. Siobhan felt slightly strange about what she had witnessed but it was something she couldn’t identify. She hadn’t been turned on in the same way she had been when watching them at the hotel but then again that was after they’d all watched the movie and she had the toy to stimulate her as well. Anyway, Siobhan knew she was too tired to think so quietly proceeded towards the bathroom.
—-
Steven and Sharon were still lying conjoined in the afterglow when they heard the flush. Siobhan stumbled into the bedroom still half asleep.
“Was it good?”
“It was better than good,” replied Sharon. “Take my word for it, Steven is a wonderful lover.”
“I believe you Sharon but what your toy did to me was insane! I’ve given the bits a quick wash and left it in the bathroom. Steve, I still want one of these toys for myself but I think I’d have to leave it here as I can’t see myself using it at home. Even if my sister is staying with her boyfriend, as I’d be waking up the rest of the house.”
“Err, OK but if you’re here then I’ll be here so when would you use the toy?”
“Oh, I hadn’t thought of that. Maybe as part of our sex sessions or on myself when you’re fucking Sharon. Anyway, I think it’s time to go home, once you two have cleaned up. Can you drop me first please.”
—
Steven found the way that Siobhan had reacted to finding him and Sharon in bed to be slightly disturbing. He looked at Sharon and raised an eyebrow. Her look in return was more like ‘I told you so’.
Siobhan had taken herself into the living room so Sharon and Steven moved to the bathroom together to freshen up. They didn’t speak about what had happened but as they were about to leave the bathroom Steven took Sharon by the hand and kissed her. Not a long kiss but a tender, lover’s kiss and she smiled at him when they parted.
Back in the living room, Siobhan had dressed and was leafing through one of the erotic fiction books Steven had bought. From the dust cover she found it was a story about a girl’s sexual awakening. Siobhan had thought it sounded appropriate to her situation and started on the first chapter.
“Can I borrow this please Steve?”
“Sure, I bought it for you to read.”
“Thanks.”
Sharon and Steven got dressed and the three of them headed out to the car. The girls sat in the back again but this time they were quiet. When Steven checked in the mirror he could see Siobhan had her eyes closed and Sharon was staring at him in the mirror.
Dropping Siobhan off at her home first didn’t mean going too far out of the way. All three friends went into the house to say hello to Siobhan’s family but Sharon and Steven managed to avoid staying for a drink as she wanted that early night and he still had to get the car back to his Brother.
It turned out that Siobhan’s Dad knew of Sharon’s through work. He also knew the Smith’s but only by reputation.
“Tell your Dad to watch his back with them. They are lousy payers and cream off the top but do it in a way that if anyone asks they come out smelling of roses. Your Dad may have heard of Dave Murphy. He got a visit from the revenue after falling out with the Smiths and couldn’t prove they’d short changed him so ended up with a full scale investigation and a fat demand for unpaid tax on income he’d never received.” The more Steven heard about the Smith’s the less he liked them.
Steven kissed Siobhan goodbye. For some reason she seemed awkward doing that in front of her parents. He and Sharon went back to the car but for this part of the journey Sharon sat beside him in the front passenger seat.
—
They didn’t speak and at one point, when they were stuck in traffic, Sharon placed her hand on Steven’s and asked “Are you OK?”
“I’m fine. Just thinking and I’m fairly tired.”
“Penny for your thoughts?”
“I think you can guess. I was thinking about Siobhan or more to the point wondering what to make of her behaviour. Don’t take this the wrong way but I think she and I need to talk things through. I’ll ask her over to the flat one evening this week and see if I can get her to open up to me when we’re alone and tell me what she really wants.”
“What do you want to happen?”
“Lover’s Pact.”
“Lover’s Pact”
“What I don’t want to do is to break the girl’s heart right after she’s given up her virginity but if you’re right, that she wants to spread her wings, then I don’t want her to think I’m going to hold her back from following her dreams and desires.
Perhaps she’ll decide she really doesn’t want to be with me and I won’t make her stay as doing so would make both of us miserable. I saw something like that happen with my parents. They stayed together for the sake of the children even though they were desperately unhappy and both wanted to be with someone else.
You asked me earlier if I loved Siobhan. This might sound a bit deep but I think love is a matter of give and take so I want to love someone who loves me in return.”
“...and you don’t think Siobhan is going to do that?”
“I thought she could be the one for me but I don’t think Siobhan loves me. She said something about not knowing what love is but I think she’d admit, if she really thought about it, that she doesn’t love me. I’m just someone, probably the first man, to show a serious interest in her. She said she wanted to wear a ring this weekend to keep other suitors away but I doubt she will want to do that again. I thought we were a good match but maybe I was wrong. Did your Mother ever tell you to beware of men because they’re only after one thing?”
“No, but Granny did.”
“I have a feeling that maybe Siobhan was only after one thing and I was the only man willing to give it to her on her own terms. I didn’t push my luck or force her to do anything she didn’t want to do. Everything was just as she wanted it to be. Did you notice she was quite bossy in the bedroom?”
“Yes, come to think of it, you’re right.”
“Well I don’t think I’m cut out to be a cuckold like Malcolm Carruthers. I want an equal partner.”
Traffic started to move and Sharon was silent for a little while.
“Steven.”
“Yes, Sharon.”
“Are we still under the Lover’s Pact between the two of us?”
“If you want us to be.”
“I do Steven as I need to tell you something. Something that sounds crazy and irrational and has the ability to bring us closer together or tear us apart so now it’s my turn to be frightened.”
Steven spotted a filling station and pulled onto the forecourt then reached across to hold Sharon’s hand.
“What’s the matter Sharon?”
“Steven, I’ve promised you and Siobhan that I won’t come between you but I need to say this to you. It’s going to sound ridiculous, I know, as before this weekend I’d barely spent more than a few minutes in your company and from how Siobhan described you I thought you must be a bit of a drip, always pandering to her likes and dislikes.”
Steven could see by the light coming into the car that Sharon’s face showed fear and there were tears in her eyes.
“That’s all changed over the last couple of days with how you’ve helped me and with the time you and I have spent in each other’s company. I’ve got to know you much, much better and not just in bed. Steven. I think I’m falling in love with you.”
—-
Steven realised what the three little words were that had been on Sharon’s lips whilst they were making love that afternoon. In an instant a million thoughts rushed through his mind.
Sharon turned away from him. Steven could tell she was in floods of tears. She tried to withdraw her hand from his but he wouldn’t let her go.
“Sharon, everything’s fine, there’s no need to cry. I’m not going to be unfaithful to Siobhan and I don’t count what we’ve done this weekend as being unfaithful because Siobhan was fully aware and even encouraged us, but I understand how you feel.
If I wasn’t in a relationship with Siobhan I’d be delighted to hear you tell me that you think you love me. No, that sounds ungrateful, I am delighted to hear you say those three little words irrespective of my relationship with Siobhan and I’d like nothing more than to shout the news from the rooftops but I’m trying to put my sensible head on.
We’ve only got together this weekend through a set of extraordinary circumstances. If I hadn’t been going out with Siobhan I doubt we would ever have met. If she hadn’t wanted to wait for a special time and place then I may never have been at the hotel. Throw in the business with Mark Pritchard, Wayne and Melinda and it must be a billion to one chance that the two of us would be here now having experienced what we have.
Some would call it fate, others divine intervention or maybe just that our stars aligned and it’s a case of love at first sight. Call me a coward if you like but I’d like you to get to know me better and I’d like to get to know you very well before we make any long term plans but, Miss Sharon Carson, I do believe I’m falling in love with you as well.”
Sharon turned to face Steven again. He wondered for a moment if this had been some sort of test set by Siobhan but Sharon blubbed. “Wh-what did you say?”
“Sharon, I think I’m falling in love with you too.”
“That’s what I thought you said.” Half a second later she was all over Steven though she was still crying, this time tears of joy.
They were interrupted by an announcement on the filling station’s PA system. “Would the courting couple in the dark red car parked on the forecourt kindly get a room. It’s putting me right off adding up the customer’s purchases.”
The mood was broken and Sharon and Steven both burst out laughing. They waved at the cashier and Steven gave them a thumbs up as he drove out of the filling station.
—--
Sharon recovered fairly quickly. “Goodness me, that was embarrassing.”
“What? Being told by someone you think you love that they think they love you too in the romantic surroundings of a town centre filling station forecourt on a Sunday evening.”
“No, being called out by the cashier, silly.”
“You think you’ve got a problem. I need to fill this car up with petrol before taking it back to my Brother and that’s the only filling station I’ve seen that’s open.”
“If they recognise you, pass on my regards. What will you tell them if they ask what was going on?”
“I don’t know, they’d never believe the truth. Shall we make something up together?”
They spent the last part of the journey to Sharon’s home coming up with ideas that started sensibly but grew more and more fantastic. Steven particularly liked the one where Sharon was upset because she’d found out he was living under an assumed identity and he’d had to own up to being a rich man’s son trying to make his own way in life on merit rather than on his name. They eventually settled on having had an argument and had stopped to make up.
Steven followed Sharon’s directions to her home. As he parked the car he sensed Sharon tense her body. “What’s the matter?” He asked.
“Wayne’s here.”
—-
“He must be in there spinning a yarn to my Mum and Dad. I think you’d better drop me off and head home, there’s bound to be a scene.” Sharon said.
“I disagree and before you say anything I don’t want this to turn into our first lover’s tiff so hear me out. I’m going to carry your bags like a true gentleman. I want to eyeball Wayne to see if he recognises me from the hotel or the seafront. If he does then that will dent his confidence. If he doesn’t, let’s hear his tale and then put a couple of holes in it.”
Steven didn’t say that if Wayne started anything he’d be only too pleased to finish it. They got out of the car and Steven collected Sharon’s bag. As they walked to the house he gave Sharon some encouragement. Neither of them noticed a large saloon car was parked nearby with someone watching them with great interest.
“Just pretend you haven’t seen his car, act naturally and try not to get upset. Remember I’m here for you.”
“I’d best not act too naturally or I’d be all over you.” Sharon replied.
“To give you back some of your own advice, easy tiger.” Sharon giggled.
Sharon used her latch key to open the front door. “Mum, Dad, I’m home.” Her Mum was almost on the doorstep to greet them. Steven’s first impression of her was of an older version of Sharon.
“Hello love, did you have a nice time?” She seemed to be speaking quite loudly then Steven saw her whisper something in Sharon’s ear as she gave her daughter a hug. Sharon reacted perfectly to what Steven later found out was a warning that Wayne was with her Dad in the living room. “Now who is this young man carrying your bag?”
“Mum, this is Siobhan’s boyfriend, Steven. He and Siobhan were kind enough to give me a lift home. We dropped Siobhan off at her parents on the way over.” Sharon was speaking quite loudly too.
“Thank you Steven. Can I offer you a cup of tea?”
“Yes please Mrs Carson. White without if it’s not too much trouble.”
“No trouble at all, Sharon, show Steven where to drop your bag then go on through to see your Dad. He’s got a visitor with him.”
“This way Steven.” Sharon led the way through the kitchen area to her bedroom. Speaking normally she said “This was going to be Dad’s office but Mum and I persuaded him to let me have it as my room and to put his office in my old bedroom upstairs.” Then back to the play acting. “Can you put my case on the bed please.”
Steven did as he was asked. The room was nicely fitted out with a small ensuite shower room in one corner and a picture window looking out onto the garden. He heard the bedroom door shut behind them and Sharon grabbed him. “Wayne’s been here waiting for me. Dad’s not let on about the phone call I made and Wayne thinks he’s in the clear with them.”
“Tea’s ready.” Came the call from the kitchen.
“Coming, Steven’s just using the loo.” Replied Sharon.
—-
Steven made the point of using the loo and flushing it before they went back into the kitchen. He thought it would be sensible otherwise Sharon’s parents would have thought he’d got a weak bladder if he needed to go again!
Sharon’s Mum led the way through to the sitting room carrying the tea tray followed by Sharon with Steven bringing up the rear.
As they walked into the sitting room Sharon stopped dead in her tracks when she set eyes on Wayne so Steven bumped into her accidentally on purpose. Sharon said in a surprised and angry tone. “What are you doing here?”
Steven made sure Wayne could see him over Sharon’s shoulder. Wayne was halfway across the room towards Sharon with his arms wide open when she said with a note of panic in her voice. “Keep away from me!”
“Come on darlin’, don’t be like that. It was all a little misunderstandin’ on your part yesterday. I’ve been worried sick about you, searching high and low since your little disappearin’ act. I was just tellin’ your Mum and Dad all about it.”
Sharon had stepped closer into Steven for protection and put her arms around his waist. He instinctively responded by putting an arm over her shoulder.
“Which part did I misunderstand? Was it finding you in the bedroom, fast asleep and stinking of a mixture of that tart’s cheap perfume and sex or perhaps I somehow misunderstood your intentions when you hit me.”
“Why are you lying about what happened? I never took another woman to the room. I was feeling tired after you went into your conference and went for a little lie down. You must have smelt some cleaning stuff or some think and I never hit you, you bashed yourself on the door frame on the way out.”
By now Steven really wanted to thump the bloke but Sharon had the bit between her teeth.
“So if you were so concerned about me, why did you leave the hotel?”
“I couldn’t find you and when I got back to the room all your stuff had gone but no one would tell me where you were. Like I said, I was worried sick about you.”
“Really? That’s not what Steven, Siobhan and I were told by Steven’s boss last night. Do you remember the couple we had dinner with on Friday Night? The ones you spun a story to about you being a property developer?” Sharon’s Dad had a short coughing fit. “That was Mark Pritchard and the girl you screwed was his paid for date for the whole weekend. Steven, what did Malcolm Carruthers tell us when we arrived at the drinks reception?”
“Malcolm told us you had been thrown out of the hotel after you gave Mark Pritchard a black eye. Then Mark sent Melinda packing but Malcolm didn’t know why. Oh, and in fairness to you Wayne, Sharon was hiding from you in our room so you wouldn’t have found her no matter how hard you did or didn’t look.”
“Who the fuck do you think you are talking to me like that?” Wayne was beginning to lose it.
“Language please Wayne. You and Steven are both guests in this house and I expect your respect otherwise I shall have to ask you to leave.”
“Sorry Dad, but I don’t like the way that bloke is holding my girl.”
Sharon replied. “We’ll come to that Wayne but bear in mind that Steven is the boyfriend of my best friend and they took on the role of my protectors, which was just as well for me. Daddy, I’m going to ask Steven a question and his answer will contain some upsetting and rude language in a quote from Mark Pritchard, the Commercial Director. I’m sorry if it upsets you and Mum. Steven, can you remember what Mark Pritchard said to you when you and Siobhan had to interrupt your slow dance to rescue me for the second time yesterday?”
“Mark Pritchard was very drunk. Apparently he’d been knocking it back big time ever since he’d gained a black eye and lost his date for the weekend as all the women and girls were already paired up. By midnight he’d zeroed in on Sharon as the only single female. I politely suggested he leave Sharon alone and his exact words to me were; ‘this little girlie’s wanker of a boyfriend shagged my date this morning so she owes me a shag tonight’.” Sharon’s Mum nearly dropped the tea tray she was still holding.
“Mark Pritchard left disappointed with the leftover contents of our table down the front of his suit but the question is how did he find out about you and the girl? Sharon didn’t tell him, she came straight to our room where we’d arranged to meet before going to lunch. Did you tell him Wayne, when you thumped him or did Melinda let on she’d been earning a little extra on the side?”
Wayne was going red around the ears. “Like I told you I went to the room alone for a kip.”
“Where did you look for Sharon after leaving the hotel?”
“I figured she’d try to come home so went looking at local bus and train stations then headed back to the neighbourhood. It was getting late by then and I didn’t want to worry her Mum and Dad so I left it until this afternoon to come over.”
“Wayne, before this evening we’ve never spoken have we?”
“No, I don’t know you and I don’t like you.”
“Well that makes us even but I do know something about you. Sharon, I think your Mum needs help with the tea.”
Sharon let go of Steven and moved around the room avoiding Wayne, she and her Mother made a show of setting down the tea tray and trying to pour five cups. Steven stood so his hands were free in case he needed them. “Let’s go back to yesterday morning Wayne. Siobhan and I arrived just before the conference began and found Sharon alone in the reception area. You were nowhere to be seen. After I checked into the room I wandered into the bar and I saw you talking to Melinda in there. So when did you go for a kip?”
“I remember now, I had a quick one in the bar before going to the room.”
“I remember you and Melinda leaving the bar at the same time.”
“We probably finished our drinks at the same time.”
“What were you and her going to do after leaving the bar?”
“What is this, twenty questions?”
“Just answer the question Wayne, so we can clear this business up once and for all.” Sharon’s Dad had spoken.
“I told you I went for a kip. I can’t remember what she was going to do to kill time.”
“Wayne, You didn’t notice me sitting at the bar, why should you, but I heard what the girl said to you as you were leaving the bar. From the grin on your face you weren’t going for a kip, at least not alone.” Wayne was beginning to boil.
Steven continued. “When Sharon made it to our room, Siobhan and I both saw the mark on Sharon’s face where you slapped her. If she’d walked into a door frame there would have been a bruise and probably a cut to deal with. Trust me, I’ve seen injuries like that before.”
“I never….”
Steven interrupted. “Finally, the three of us took a walk around a seaside town this morning and whilst I was waiting for the girls to come back from a trip to the Ladies, I saw you and Melinda walking along the promenade together and you looked pretty pleased with yourself so wherever you spent last night it wasn’t around this neighbourhood.”
“It wasn’t me…”
“Look Wayne, you can bluff and bluster all you like but we’ll be seeing Mark Pritchard tomorrow at work and can get his side of the story. We can also get Melinda's details from the escort agency he booked her through. It won’t be hard to find out what occurred between you on Saturday afternoon, where you spent last night or what you paid for her services but I’d bet a month’s salary you were nowhere near here.”
Wayne looked fit to burst. “Why don’t you and I take this matter outside.”
“You’ll do nothing of the sort.” Sharon’s Dad stood and spoke calmly and evenly to Wayne. “I’ve spent the last couple of hours listening to your fairy tales Wayne. I wanted to hear what you had to say for yourself, maybe try making an apology to Sharon but no, you just came up with one piece of fiction after another.
Sharon phoned me yesterday afternoon from the hotel. She was in a right state. She told me about finding you in bed and she also told me you’d hit her. I was all for driving down to pick her up from the hotel but she told me Steven and Siobhan were taking care of her. When you turned up here I thought about kicking you straight back out again but decided to give you one chance to come clean. You didn't take that chance.
What Steven’s told us now just confirms my faith in my daughter and my opinion of you. Sharon, do you have anything you’d like to say to Wayne?”
“Just one thing. I am no longer and never again will be ‘his’ girl. It’s a cliche but I never want to see him again.”
“Thank you Sharon, that’s pretty clear. Wayne, I’m going to give you a chance to leave this house of your own volition and never to return otherwise I’m sure Steven and I will take great delight in throwing you out on your ear. If you see your Father tonight, tell him I’ll be in touch about his overdue account.”
The colour had drained from Wayne’s face at the realisation he’d been well and truly caught. He realised he’d have to work even harder to come up with a story for his Father that would put all the blame on Sharon. He looked around the room like a caged animal. The tea remained unpoured as the women were both watching the scene playout before them.
Steven had subtly moved to stand ready for an onslaught in case Wayne kicked off but he must have worked out the odds were at least 2-1 against him. Instead he moved towards the door. Steven held his gaze as he did. If looks could kill there would have been at least one dead man in that room.
Sharon’s Dad walked Wayne to the front door, let him out and shut the door behind him. A minute or so later they heard a car start and speed away.
There was silence in the room for a moment until Sharon’s Mum said “I think I’ll make a fresh pot. Sharon, come and give me a hand.”
—-
The driver of the large saloon car saw Wayne leave the house and get into his car. Something about the way he walked showed how angry he was. When Wayne drove off at speed his tail was ready and followed him at a slightly more sedate pace but did need to hustle the saloon along to keep up.
Inside the house, Sharon’s Mum was looking a bit shaken so Sharon carried the tea tray out of the room. Her Dad looked at Steven and said. “We’ve not been introduced.”
“Hello sir, my name is Steven Masters though most people call me Steve. I think Sharon explained well enough how I ended up here this afternoon.”
“Indeed Steven, I heard Sharon call you Steven and she’ll probably pick me up if I call you Steve. My name is Paul Carson and my wife is Sheila so there are two S. Carson’s in the house, which makes sorting the post a bit tricky sometimes.
I have to thank you and your young lady for taking care of Sharon. I’d like to thank her in person sometime.”
“I’ll pass a message on when I see Siobhan at work but I think you know her Father as he’s in the same trade as you. The family name is Mitchell.”
“Mitchell, Mitchell.” Paul Carson was searching his memory bank. “Mitchell, Peter Mitchell, he’s got a couple of daughters. Susan is the eldest and is a bit of a wild child. I can’t remember the name of his other daughter but she was a shy little thing when I saw the family maybe ten or more years ago at a trade do. He’s also got a young lad who must be in his teens by now.”
“That sounds about right. Mr Mitchell certainly knows you and the Smith’s. I hope I’m not speaking out of turn but he gave us a message for you. Something about Dave Murphy and a visit from the revenue.”
From the way Paul Carson reacted, Steven thought he’d overstepped the mark but he was saved by the women folk returning with the tea and this time a plate of biscuits had appeared as well.
“Blimey Mother, pushing the boat out. Biscuits too.”
“Don’t be daft Dad,” replied Sheila Carson though the voice was so like her daughter’s it could as easily have been Sharon. “I think we all need something sweet to deal with the shock and we owe Steven an immense debt of gratitude. Besides, I wasn’t going to waste a new tin of Victoria’s on that nasty piece of work Wayne Smith.”
—-
There was a three piece suite in the sitting room. Sharon and Steven took the three seat sofa, sitting a respectable distance apart, whilst Paul and Sheila Carson took the arm chairs.
“Pour the tea please Sharon and offer Steven something sweet, like a biscuit,” her Mother added as an afterthought.
“Sharon love,” said her Dad. “Steven was just telling me that your best friend is Peter Mitchell’s daughter. Do you remember we met the family at that do run by that big building supplies firm at Thorpe Park, it must be more than ten years ago.”
“No Dad, I’d not made the connection. I got to know Siobhan through work. I remember that weekend though. I think it may have been Siobhan’s older sister who was a bit of a bossy boots as I remember a family with three kids, two girls and a younger boy.”
“Sounds about right. How’s Peter?”
“Oh, he seemed fine. He asked me to pass a message onto you to watch your back when dealing with the Smiths. He mentioned a name. Dave somebody.” Sharon looked at Steven.
“Dave Murphy.”
“That’s the one. He fell out with the Smiths then found himself in trouble with the Inland Revenue.”
“Yes, I remember that happening. I’ve been careful to keep a record of every deal I’ve had with the Smiths ever since.”
“I don’t want to poke my nose in where it’s not wanted but can I make an observation?” Steven asked.
“Go ahead Steven.”
“If the late unlamented Wayne is anything like his Father then he’s going to get a story off pat that’s good enough to cover himself in glory with his Dad and point the blame elsewhere, probably back at Sharon.
Think about the business with Sharon just now. It could have been a case of Wayne’s word against hers but we were lucky to be able to debunk what he was saying. You might not be so lucky with the Father.”
“I was lucky you were here and stubborn,” said Sharon with a smile. “You were right to carry my bag for me.” Turning to her parents she told them she’d seen Wayne’s car and had told Steven to just drop her off but he’d refused.
“That’s something else we need to thank Steven for,” said Paul Carson. “I don’t think Wayne would have gone so quietly if Steven hadn’t been standing by ready to thump him at the first sign of trouble.
It’s alright Steven, I’ve seen enough fights kick off on building sites to spot the signs and I’m pretty confident that you’re too polite to have thrown the first punch.
I’ll give a bit of thought to my dealings with Bill Smith. I don’t suppose either of you two young ‘uns have any bright ideas. You seemed to deal with Wayne pretty well.”
“You’ll need to tell us how your dealings with Bill Smith work first?” Steven said.
Paul Carson explained that Bill Smith’s idea of settling up meant a last minute reduction in what he was prepared to pay against an invoice. It would always be a round figure and was anywhere from five to ten percent of what was owed.
He had been doing work for Bill Smith long enough to top load his prices to reduce the pain though Smith would often complain he was too expensive. Paul would then point out how he always delivered on time for some of the biggest projects that Smith took on board. Paul also knew that some of the jobbing trades weren’t as lucky and Dave Murphy had been one of those trades.
“The Smith’s are general builders, which is why I coughed when I heard Wayne had been describing himself as a property developer, but they don’t often get their hands dirty doing any of the work.
They hook in the trades by being slow payers. I’ve been working for them long enough to not be too far behind the game but I can’t say the same for the other trades. Bill always turns up with cash and I always record the settlement discount on a credit note that I give him.”
“Do you know how Dave Murphy got caught?”
“Someone shopped Dave into the revenue. He swore blind that Smith took a cut from every bill he paid but he didn’t keep very good records. If the revenue looked into the Smith’s they didn’t find anything.”
“Sharon, I think you or I should talk to Malcolm Carruthers before your Dad goes chasing Bill Smith for money. Malcolm is my boss and is the firm's Finance Director. If he doesn’t have any answers I expect he knows someone who does. He’s a busy man but Sharon is due to see him early tomorrow morning.”
“Uh, don’t remind me. I must book that cab and get my head down. I need to set my alarm for about five o’clock.”
What happened next surprised Steven. Sheila Carson said “Come on Dad, let’s leave these two young people to say goodnight to one another.”
“What just happened?” He asked Sharon after they had left the room.
“Mother’s intuition. She was giving me the ‘isn’t that Steven a nice young man’ treatment in the kitchen whilst we were making the tea. I agreed with her that you’re special but told her that you’re already going out with Siobhan.”
“How did your Mum take that?”
“She told me that these things can change and that if I’m interested I should let you know how I feel as she’s sure, from the way you wanted to protect me from Wayne, that you’re interested in me too.”
“How long do you think we have to talk about something we’ve already talked about before your Mum and Dad want the sitting room back?”
“About 10 minutes.”
“Well come here and let’s make the most of it.”
—-
Steven and Sharon spent the next ten minutes kissing on the sofa. There was no way they were going to go any further with her parents in the next room.
“You really must go or I’m going to drag you kicking and screaming through the kitchen and into my bedroom. My chances of making it into work by 7:30 will certainly go for a burton as well.”
“Tempting but I need to get the car back to my Brother so I must go, though hold that thought. I don’t know how to make this amicable but my resistance to officially breaking up with Siobhan is weakening by the minute.”
Sharon smiled, straightened her top, wiped the lipstick from Steven’s face and showed him to the door. “Goodnight Mr and Mrs Carson.” He called.
“Goodnight Steven. We hope to see you again soon,” called Sheila.
Sharon said quietly “I told you Mum approves of you and I expect she’s been working on Dad whilst they were in the kitchen. See you tomorrow.” Then she kissed him on the cheek and Steven walked on air to the car.
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Steven drove back to the filling station for petrol. The cashier had either changed over or didn’t recognise the car and nothing was said about the earlier incident on the forecourt. Then there was the long, slow slog through Sunday evening traffic to his Brother’s place to swap cars. Steven had given the back seat and boot a quick check under the lights of the filling station to make sure the girls hadn’t left any incriminating evidence behind.
He arrived just in time to read his niece and nephew a bedtime story, one that he’d read to them a thousand times before but they liked it and he loved reading to them.
Feeling tired after the exertions of the weekend and still needing to drive home Steven made his apologies and left as soon as he could in his mostly reliable heap of rust. Back at the flat he scanned the mail order pages in the back of some of his magazines. When he found what he was looking for he completed the order forms and decided to pay by postal order as they were secure and hard to trace. Finally he set his alarm and fell into bed. He was asleep almost as soon as his head hit the pillow.
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Sharon managed to avoid answering too many questions from her Mum about what happened during her weekend away and to be non-committal about her feelings for Steven but she didn’t lie, she just didn’t tell her Mum the whole truth about everything she’d done with Steven and Siobhan for that matter.
Having booked a cab for early on Monday morning she’d headed to her room for an early night though, typically, faced with an early start she couldn’t get to sleep for thinking about the meeting to come and also her new lover.
Eventually Sharon gave in and retrieved her toy from the drawer beside her bed. “Well my little plastic Steven, you have a job to do.”
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Wayne needed time to think. He’d parked up near the common and was having smoke something fragrant he kept for when he needed to calm down and clear his mind, instead of going straight home.
His Dad had encouraged him to try and bed Sharon Carson and had been making noises that it was about time they tied the knot. He didn’t know why his old man was so keen on the idea but he couldn’t ask either. He didn’t have that sort of relationship with his Father. Neither could Wayne admit to the truth about why Sharon had dumped him and then there was the money he’d drawn from the company account to pay Melinda.
An inkling of an idea came into his mind that maybe he could get the two problems to cancel each other out and it would be even better if he could involve that smug bastard who’d brought Sharon home. Just then someone knocked on his window.
—--
Deirdre was short of cash. She was always short of cash because she had a habit to feed. The habit hadn’t quite robbed her of her looks, provided she was only seen after dark around where the cars parked near the common.
Wayne wasn’t really in the mood but negotiated a good price for a blow job. She’d tried offering her pussy or her arse but Wayne didn’t fancy dipping into either of those without protection.
Deirdre’s technique was nowhere near as good as Sharon’s let alone Melinda’s but he closed his eyes and imagined both of those girls were competing over his manhood. The thought of a threesome with them was enough to allow Deirdre to bring him off. She spat his seed out onto the ground next to the car then pulled a small drink bottle from her purse and rinsed her mouth out with a shot of vodka.
Wayne adjusted his clothing and decided to move on before Deirdre tried to sell him more of her time. After Wayne drove away Deirdre started walking away to find her pusher. She hadn’t gone far when she saw the flash from some headlights. She moved towards the car and tapped on the driver’s window.
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At about the time Steven was falling into bed Siobhan was feeling flushed. She’d excused herself as soon as she could and gone to bed without any dinner. She’d told her Mum that she’d eaten plenty at the hotel earlier in the day and not to worry as she was tired.
Susan, her sister, was staying over at her boyfriend’s again so Siobhan had been able to settle down with the book she’d borrowed from Steven and she was having difficulty putting it down. The heroine of the story was called Cheryl and her life seemed to be one sexual adventure after another.
Siobhan had managed to get into a position under the covers where she could hold the book in one hand and use the other to stimulate herself. She’d started quite tamely playing with her breasts through the material covering them but had soon lifted her nightdress, spread her legs and started to play with her little button and her pussy. She wished she had Sharon’s toy to hand and made a note to remind Steve to buy her one for herself even if it meant she had to use it with the power turned off when at home.
There was one scene described early in the book where Cheryl had played with herself whilst dreaming about having one of the other characters between her legs. Siobhan had tried to follow the actions described in the story and had even dipped her fingers into her wet pussy then sucked them, just as Cheryl had done.
Cheryl’s hopes of love had largely fallen by the wayside as she explored the possibilities of what she could do with any one of a number of sexual partners. As soon as possible she’d got herself on the pill and had soon left home to become a high class escort, and popular party guest at the sort of parties you didn’t tell your Mother about. She’d had men and women and sometimes two or three at the same time putting all her holes to good use as well as both her hands.
Siobhan was amazed that after the events of the weekend she was neither shocked nor disgusted about what she was reading. In fact she was really turned on and curious about what it would be like to be Cheryl. She really wanted to find out what happened at the end of the story so she kept on reading.
For the second night running she saw the clock read 2AM by which time she’d had lots of small climaxes. She still had half the book to read so decided to put it to one side and try for a big one with both her hands. It only really worked out when she imagined it was someone else working on her. She came hard whilst biting her pillow so as not to wake the entire house up and went to sleep surprised by the person whose image had turned her on.