The Way Back Ch. 08

"But Allan, this is important. There's been no sex between us. Beyond what I've said, and the kissing, there's been none. I've not allowed it. He's tried making moves but I've put him off, you have always had sole rights to my body. He's respected that."

"I noticed, you know. When we made love, afterwards you'd be off somewhere else. He would be in your thoughts. I think you were wondering what making love would be like with him, while all the while lying in my arms. Or perhaps how you were going to dump me."

She looked embarrassed. "Was it that obvious?"

"Not obvious; I didn't know then what the cause was, but there was a sense in which you'd left me. I knew that."

She sniffed unhappily.

"You said you were going to tell me about your relationship, now, when I got back?" I asked.

"Yes." She said, looking me in the eyes.

"What made you decide?"

"It was the conversation or rather the argument at the Lombards'. Ann, she's been seeing Derek."

"I know."

"Oh yes. You had her followed. Anyway, the women ended up in the kitchen, and the men in the living room. Vivienne laid into her about her and Derek still meeting. She accused her of disloyalty to you. Ann retorted that you weren't available and in any case, you hadn't shown any interest in her because we were together. Viv said that wouldn't be so for long, because Peter and I were getting on so well. Viv had asked me to bring him along that night. I didn't know where to put myself.

"Then Viv started on me. She said that Peter was a better long-term bet, apart from the age difference, and I did want children didn't I? And in any case it wasn't fair to you or to Ann that you were staying with me. I should finish with you and take up with Peter. I was angry. No I was livid. Vivienne's heart is warm but she meddles.

"She realised, I think, she'd gone too far but she told Ann that there was no chance of getting back with you if she kept on with Derek. She said that if she wanted a chance with you she should finish completely with Derek. There was no choice; Ann would have to take a chance that you would come back to her.

"As long as Ann supported Derek she was insulting you. Derek had brought it on himself. If she couldn't see how guilty he was she must love him more than you. That hurt. She burst out crying and ran out. Peter went after her, and they drove away together.

"That's when I realised how unfaithful I'd been to you. I had to tell you. Then Uncle John was ill, and... well you know the rest."

"So," I said after a pause to let it all sink in, "It looks as if you've been set up. I wondered why Ann brought Peter that night; she was quite capable of driving. She was not distraught; in fact she was very calm. She hardly noticed him while they were here. I wonder what or who gave her the idea of bringing Peter? I'll bet it was Viv. When you were together at the office party what was going on then?"

Jenny looked surprised; the cogs were turning in her brain.

"Oh, God, I have been set up." She began to parrot what Viv and Ann were saying in a sing-song voice.

"'Isn't Peter with you? Peter's such a good man, isn't he Ann?'" Jenny recited.

"'He's lovely, but I'm biased. He's so kind, and I think if someone got him over his shyness he'd be a great lover. He's not selfish at all, and he's well endowed.' They both laughed at that! I ask you Allan, what a thing to say of your own brother!"

"Well, as his sister she'll have been in a good position to see his cock!"

She blushed.

"Have you seen it?" I pushed.

"NO!" she was shocked. Then saw my grin, "Oh, you!" she said, and lost her worried look for a moment.

It solidified what I had to do. I hated the idea but it had to be done. Jenny deserved Peter. I'd had a great gift in her, but the relationship had too much of the parent/child about it. I'd realised that but selfishly pushed it to the back of my mind. Jenny was now comfortable with her self and her sexuality, she was sexy and sensuous. The time had arrived to move on and let go.

"Well even though you may have been set up, it's turned out very well for you, I think. Peter will be good for you and you for him. So Jenny, It's time to say goodbye as lovers."

"What do you mean?" she looked worried.

I looked at her. She's intelligent and she saw the implication in my look.

"No way!" she actually shouted. "I'm not going to be pushed around by Ann, or Viv, or anyone else! I stay with you."

"No you don't," I said with some patience. "Look, it doesn't matter that you were set up for other motives, it's landed you with a man you can really fall in love with. Don't pass that up. I saw him look at you the first time you met at the house the day after I ruined Ann's wedding, and I saw the way you looked at him."

"But what about you?"

"Our relationship has been a good one but you know it was always temporary, don't you? We've only been together for a couple of months. We both know that break-up time is always too early, but it's really time for you to go. Start afresh."

"But You?" she repeated with some force.

"I've got plenty to keep me busy. I have to live my own life too. I don't know where it's going, but I have to live it with what I've got."

"Allan, my darling. Not yet. Please?"

"Jenny, you deceived me."

"Please Allan. I won't do that again."

"So what do you want, Jenny?"

"I want you for a little longer. I need your love. Just for a while? Please?"

I thought. She had not had sex with Peter. Any sort of sex. She had kept her relationship with him from me to protect me in her eyes. OK. I knew what to do. I didn't need to send her away just yet. Selfish? Indeed yes!

"I have conditions," I said.

She sat forward.

"Peter fancies you. He'll try to get together with you; even if he feels he was set up you're too good a proposition to pass up. My first condition is that you stay open to a full relationship with him."

She frowned.

"Come on Jenny, you fancy him like mad."

She hesitated, then nodded.

"Second condition. You let things take their course. You don't hold off when you feel ready to take your relationship onto a sexual level. When the first sexual act of any sort happens, you finish with me at that point and commit to him. I will not share you and neither should he have to share you. You must promise me this."

She thought about it in her turn. Then she repeated the conditions to be sure she understood. Then she agreed.

"Allan, we love each other, don't we? Why do this?"

"You have the chance of a balanced relationship and you have to take it. Our relationship is good but there is an age difference, and you have been relying on me rather more than is healthy for a balanced relationship. You don't need that sort of support any more. You're free."

"So can I stay tonight? We sleep together?"

"Of course. Until you go to him sexually we can carry on as before."

I didn't think that would be for long.

The conversation was surreal. I felt it. We undressed in the bedroom and got into bed, but there was a sense of unease, a distance between us. She launched into a flurry of kisses, and grabbed my cock, which was quiescent, and went down on me, sucking me into her mouth. I pushed her away. She was crying.

"Jenny, Jenny! Relax. Do you love me?"

She nodded, the tears running down her cheeks.

"I love you. Love means making each other happy, long term. We are together until you want to go to Peter. Relax. Just lie here with me. Hug me."

I felt her muscles relax. She cuddled up and we kissed much more gently. Then, slowly, we began to stroke each other, almost idly. Kissed again and stroked again. My fingers strayed to her sex and once again idly ran gently up and down her cleft. She began to writhe slowly in time to my rhythmical movements. Soon she was showing signs of impending orgasm, panting and moaning. I continued in the same rhythm until she crested with a cry, and eventually relaxed completely.

Now at last she felt as if she was truly at ease again, at least while the post-orgasmic haze continued, and before she came fully down, she fell asleep.

We overslept on Monday morning, Jenny was apologising all through breakfast that she had gone to sleep without satisfying me until I shouted at her to give it up.

"I will tonight!" she reposted and giggled with a really dirty laugh, before she left to do her duty by her deceased abuser.

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FORTY

I went to work. I pottered for much of the morning, and after lunch I phoned Viv and told her in no uncertain terms that I was thoroughly sick of her meddling in my life and that I did not want to see her in the near future. She began her usual 'only trying to help' and her espousal of Ann as my obvious partner now that Jenny was not on the scene. I hung up.

I phoned David, telling him what I said, why I said it, and her response.

"O hell!" he exclaimed. "I try to stop her but she insists on trying to help people along the way she thinks they ought to travel when they just need to be left alone. I take it we are OK for Friday, meeting of the four?"

"Yes. Nothing against you, old friend. Any luck with Stephanie Fanshaw's address?"

"Not as yet but I'll have it by Friday. Jenny told you about the high jinks last week?"

"I heard. Do you understand Ann's actions? I don't."

"No," he said. "She certainly isn't going about it the right way if she wants you to try again with her."

He paused. "Is this prohibition thing with Viv permanent?"

"Of course not!" I laughed. "But she's got to learn that I live my own life and I resent deeply her attempts, successful in this case, to take my girl-friends away from me."

"So Jenny's going with Peter?"

"Yep!"

"How d'you feel about that?"

"Haven't had time to think about it, but we've only been together for about two months and it was always on the cards. It's been good. Now it's drawing to a close."

"Sorry Allan."

"Don't be. I've had two fabulous girls who've helped me over the worst of my disabilities, not least my own self-confidence. Now it'll do me good to spend some time on my own."

I must have sounded upbeat. I didn't feel that way. There would be time to think back over the past year, and there was going to be the problem of Jenny in the office. How would we cope working together when she started going with Peter?

When I got home to the flat, Jenny was already there cooking our evening meal, some wonderful Italian thing. Afterwards we sat together on the sofa.

"OK, I suppose," she said in response to my question about her day. "I fought the temptation to put 'Blackmailer and Rapist' under 'Occupation' on the death certificate." She laughed.

"You're really free of him and his effect on you, aren't you?"

"Thanks to you, my love." She said and took my arm, snuggling into me.

"And free now to begin a new relationship on your terms," I stated quietly and peacefully.

She was silent.

"You are, you know," I persisted.

"I'm afraid," she said. I waited.

"With you I know I'm safe, but Peter..."

"Jenny, my love," I whispered, "You know what everyone says about him and you've sat and talked with him. He's made moves on you so he's got some hot blood under that shy exterior. You know the saying, 'a ship is safe in harbour, but that's not what it's for'."

"But will it work?"

"Good heavens, girl, no one knows that at the beginning. You work at it. You know that."

"What about Ann?"

"What about her?" I asked ingenuously.

"Well, you and she--"

"No chance. At least not for the foreseeable future."

"But Viv said--"

"Yes, Viv said that if you left me, I'd go back to Ann. As you said, Viv is a meddler and she's wrong. She's been working to get you away from me for weeks. She's succeeded."

There was a silence.

"As I said before," I said patiently. "Just because she's manipulated you doesn't mean Peter isn't right for you."

"OK," She said, suddenly sounding at ease. She was always like that, once her mind was made up, previous misgivings were abolished.

We kissed, lightly and lovingly, looking into each other's eyes and seeing only love. We kissed again and this time her eyes closed, and shortly afterwards so did mine. There was no hurry and the urgency of our stroking and caresses was allowed to build and decrease gradually, with pauses in between when we simply sat entwined around each other. Soon I was lying on the sofa and she was leaning over me.

She sat up and grasping the hem of her tee-shirt gradually lifted the garment off and over her head. There is a moment in such an action when the woman's face is buried inside the shirt and her body is on show. She cannot see anything and it makes her feel sexy and at the same time vulnerable. She left it like that for a moment or two, as if to show her absolute trust, before lifting it clear and dropping it on the floor. She was smiling. She knew what she had done and what she was about to do.

The bra was pale lime green lace, pushing up her cleavage. I stared and she looked smug as she caught the direction of my gaze. She stood and I sat up. She undid the clasp on her slacks and slowly pushed down the zip. The slacks made their journey to the floor, to reveal matching lime green lace shorts. She picked up the slacks and, turning away, folded them and placed them on the chair, quite conscious that she was showing the lower part of her bottom, the cheeks peeping from beneath the lace, and her cleft tantalisingly half-hidden by such flimsy fabric.

I made as if to stand but she pushed me down, kneeling before me and slowly opening my shirt one button at the time. She was smiling, pushing the garment off my shoulders and tracing her fingers over my chest, caressing my scars as she loved to do.

Then she unzipped my trousers, fishing out my hard cock through the slit in my boxers. I raised my hips so she could take both off, which she did. She pulled me to the edge of the sofa and pushing my legs apart, coming between them and bending forward to take my hardness into her mouth.

She had a strong gag reflex and so never took me completely into her mouth but the combination of mouth and hands was always enough for me. Her tongue did its magic on the underside of my cock's head; her mouth, closing over the head and gently squeezing it against the roof of her mouth made me sigh with pleasure while her fingers delved between my thighs and stroked with the lightest of touches my anus and perineum. My eyes were filled with the view of her almost covered upward thrusting breasts as she pulled her mouth almost off my cock, and of her wonderful back with the deep valley of her spine, as she sank back onto it.

It did not take me long.

"I'm coming," I groaned. It made no difference. She continued nodding her head over my organ with unchanging regularity until I cried out with the intensity of it, and ejaculated into her mouth.

Knowing how sensitive I immediately become after orgasm she softened her grip on the head of my cock, allowing her mouth to become slack and some of my semen to escape. She swallowed, and licked round her mouth.

She sat back on her haunches, looking smug. I smiled a smile of replete satisfaction and then she leant forward and rested her cheek on my thigh, playing with my wilting cock, while I stroked her hair and her back, enjoying the sight of its nakedness and her barely clothed buttocks, and the feel of her pert breasts still enclosed in the bra. She looked and felt more naked than if she had shed them earlier.

At length I stirred. "My turn," I suggested.

"You had your turn last night," she murmured against my thigh.

"By hand. I have other plans now."

"Your friend down here is asleep."

"I still have plans," and I moved her.

"On the sofa," I said and arranged her on its edge, with me this time on the floor, my face level with her crotch. I slipped my hands each side of her knickers and gently began to pull downwards; she lifted herself to help me.

Pulling down a woman's panties is an intensely erotic act. It opens her up to be taken sexually, and by agreeing to remove them, she agrees implicitly to have her inner self penetrated by her partner. So it is best done slowly and relished by both partners.

I felt the fabric resisting and then acquiescing to my insistence, and then the gradual revelation of her pudenda, that secret place where only true lovers should be admitted. The movement continued down over her thighs, her eyes closing as she felt them leaving her unprotected and displayed. Then they were gone.

I knew Jenny loved to be teased, and spread her legs wide as she lay back, her vulva over the edge of the sofa. Now I had the leisure and was in a relaxed position to pleasure her all night if necessary. So fingers, palms, lips, teeth and tongue were all brought into play as I tantalisingly licked and nibbled the outer lips of her sex, while fingers strayed so lightly over her anus, her perineum and the horizontal creases of her bottom.

She knew the routine, and kept as still as she could, the longer to enjoy those sensations. She knew that eventually she would lose control and begin to undulate those hips in an invitation to go within the folds of her beautiful sex. There were sighs and little high-pitched sounds and indeed before long she began to move.

I spread her outer lips with fingers, allowing my tongue to travel so slowly over her inner lips, up and down each side. Any lover pleasuring a woman knows to avoid the clitoris as long as possible, and knows also not to plunder her vagina with rough fingers until it is quite clear she is begging wordlessly to be thus invaded. So the tongue's journey was along the inner and outer lips, and perineum to her anus and back, occasionally brushing the centre but lifting before reaching the clit or her hole.

Soon her hips were moving urgently. She knew better than to try to push my head into her furrow. I would immediately stop until she removed her hands. But I knew and she knew that there would come a moment when she wouldn't be able to stop herself.

She touched my head, the lightest touch. I stopped.

"Please!" she groaned, "Please Allan!"

I began what she knew would be my tongue's first touch on her clit. I began at her anus, while reaching a hand up to her breasts, only to find she was there before me, and was mauling them herself. Now she was completely out of control, grunting and moaning and writhing. My tongue crept more and more slowly, until I reached the spot I where I could feel the root of her little organ, when I stopped.

"Argh!" she cried in abject frustration. I swept over it. She came with a howl, bucking and crying out. Another sweep and another violent reaction. Then gently two fingers into her wide-open tunnel.

At this her hands were pulling me upwards. I was hard again. She grabbed my buttocks and pulled me towards her. I lifted her legs over my shoulders and her fingers grasped my tool, guiding it to the opening and then pulling me into her. Now was the time to thrust hard and fast, my balls bouncing against her buttocks. She grunted and groaned her encouragement, wanting it harder and faster until she began to cry out as a second orgasm took her.

"Keep going damn you! Don't stop!" So I teased her by stopping in mid thrust, "Please don't DO that!" as she pushed herself up and down to keep me going. I obliged until she once again crested and gradually began to come down. I had not come.

"Let me lie down," she said, and I disengaged. She lay on the sofa and opened her legs wide for me, one against the sofa back and the other dangling onto the floor.

"Do me gently." She said languidly, and I pushed into her. She smiled as I gently stroked in her for some minutes.

"OK, my love," she whispered, "Get yourself off."