Two Thousand and Ten Ch. 01

"Well... let's see, we could... draw up a contract." Becky said, "We could get a solicitor to write up a contract that all of us would sign that states that we have no need for Peter to support the child in any way and that we would not hold him responsible for any financial aid whatsoever."

"Which is all very well but what if the CSA decide that an unofficial contract isn't enough?" Lindi asked.

"Well, in that case," Alison said, "we'd simply pay him back whatever the Child Support Agency tells him he has to pay us. Like I said, we can both afford to raise a child without having to rely on outside support."

"So what do you say?" Becky asked, "Will you at least ask him if he would be willing to help us?"

"Like I said, you'll have to ask him that." Lindi said, and took another sip of tea, "I guess the best thing to do is arrange a meeting for you to discuss it face to face."

"Sure," Alison said, "I mean, that's basically what we were anticipating anyway. We just wanted to ask your opinion of all this."

"We both promise that we would treat Peter with nothing less than total respect at all times." Becky said, "He could be as involved or uninvolved as he wishes. If he wished to be a part of the child's life or if he would rather have no contact at all, we would respect his decision. All we want is the chance to have a child and for the father to be a strong, healthy man of good character."

"And of course, it goes without saying that we'd be willing to pay him for his... erm... contribution." Alison added.

Lindi pondered everything over for a few moments. This couple did seem nice enough, as long as their own character references checked out of course. But did she really think Peter would be willing to father a child for them? Possibly, she thought. Would he be able to deal with the possible ramifications? Would he be utterly horrified and disgusted by the idea of being nothing more than a donor? Would he be able to cope with being little more than a supplier of a commodity? Would he simply tell the lesbian couple to just fuck off?

One thing she was certain of though was that unless he actually at least met Alison and Becky, she would have no way of knowing for certain exactly what his reaction would be.

"Okay, here's what I'll do." Lindi sighed, "I'll tell him that you saw him at the party the other night and that you asked me if I could ask him to do a favour for the two of you. I won't tell him exactly what the favour is - I think that'd be better coming from you. If, and I mean, IF he wants to meet you and, IF he agrees to help you conceive, then I will give the arrangement my full blessing."

"But..." Lindi continued sternly, "If the two of you take advantage of him in any way and end up causing him emotional damage then I swear to God I will have your guts for garters. If I so much as have even the vaguest suspicion that he has been used by the pair of you, I will not be held responsible for my actions. Do I make myself clear?"

"Of course." Alison said.

"Good, as long as we are clear about that from the start." Lindi said, "Like I said earlier, Peter is my best friend, and I couldn't live with myself if I had been responsible for introducing him to two people that ultimately wished to exploit him."

"He's really lucky to have a friend like you." Becky said.

Lindi drained her tea and placed the empty cup back on the table.

"One last thing though," Lindi said, "and I know this may be an obvious question. But which of the two of you will actually be the mother?"

"Ali and I discussed this at great length of course," Becky said, "and we decided that, since she is already at home most of the time anyway, that she would be the one to carry our baby."

"I guess that would make sense." Lindi agreed.

"That way we can still work." Alison said, "I mean, obviously I'd probably need to spend less time working and try to take on fewer clients in order to look after the baby, but Becks will of course be doing her fair share of childcare as well."

"So, it's agreed then?" Becky said, "You will ask Peter if he would do us a favour and ask him if he wants to meet us and discuss it. Then Ali and I will fill him in on everything and then, if he decides to help us, we'll make all the necessary arrangements. Okay?"

"Okay." Lindi agreed.

"Excellent!" Alison said brightly, "Then that's settled then. I'll give you our phone numbers and we'll wait for you to get back to us. If Peter doesn't want to meet us then we won't bother you any further."

Alison jotted down the couple's phone numbers - home, work and mobile - on a small piece of card and with a business-like shake of hands, the lesbian couple took their leave and went out into the night.

Friday, January 8th 2010 - 7:45pm

Lindi was in a quandary. She had tried, over the past few days, to broach with Peter the subject of what Alison and Becky had requested of him, but neither the situation nor the timing seemed to be appropriate. And now she found herself questioning whether it was ethical to 'pimp' her best friend to a couple of lesbians.

She had however made a promise.

That evening though, whilst having dinner in Peter's flat, the decision of whether or not to tell him about the lesbian couple's request was taken out of her hands.

"I hope you don't think I'm being nosy," Peter began, "but who was it you met with in town the other day?"

Lindi could've told him to mind his own business and kept it all to herself in a vain attempt to make Alison and Becky's request somehow magically go away if she ignored it for long enough. But in her heart she knew that it would be unfair on all of them to renege on her deal to at least mention it to him.

"Well, it was Michaela's sister Alison and her um... friend." Lindi said nervously.

"Oh yeah? What did they want?" Peter replied as he served his friend with a large portion of his homemade lasagna.

"They were at the party the other night - actually it was you they were after." Lindi said as she tucked in.

"Me??" Peter said as he sat down opposite, "What would they want with me?"

"They umm... didn't say exactly." Lindi said cagily as she took a sip of wine, "Only that they saw you at the party and thought you might be able to help them out with something. Alison asked her sister Michaela if she knew who you were, Michaela then told her that you were my friend so she gave her my phone number."

Lindi got up and rooted around in her coat pocket and retrieved the small card with the couple's contact details.

"They gave me this." she said as she handed him the card, "They said to give them a ring and they will tell you all about it."

"Hmmm... mysterious." Peter mused as he regarded the numbers on the card, "Do you think I should give them a call?"

"That's entirely up to you." Lindi said, "They did mention that they would pay you for your time."

"Just as long as it isn't anything DIY related." Peter said as he pocketed the card, "I was never as good at that sort of thing as my uncle was."

With the card now in Peter's pocket, the ball was very much in his court, Lindi thought to herself. She had done her bit, now it was up to him to take the next step.

Saturday, January 16th 2010 - 10:26am

Peter sorted through his laundry in preparation for putting it into the washing machine. Peter took pride in his laundry - colours and whites were always separated. Every single washing instruction label on every single item was heeded and the precise amount of detergent, softener and, as was necessary in an area with hard water, limescale preventer, was added into the machine. Peter often liked to remark that 'the water around here is so hard it comes out of the taps covered in tattoos, wielding a baseball bat and shouting "come on then you slags!!"' One thing was for sure, in an area with soil as chalky as that found in this part of southern England, limescale was a real problem.

He was just checking the pockets of his best pair of black jeans when he found the little card. He had totally forgotten about the favour that this sister of Lindi's head of department had asked of him. Whatever it was of course. He figured that it would do no harm to at least find out what they wanted him to do. So, after loading the washing machine, he went into his living room, picked up his phone and punched in the number on the card marked 'home'.

A woman picked up after the 4th ring.

"Hello." She said.

"Oh, um... Hi - my name's Peter." He said introducing himself, "Is that Alison?"

"Yes, I am she." Came the reply.

"Oh, um... hi there, my friend Lindi gave me your number, she mentioned something about me doing you a favour."

"Oh great! Peter, hi - thanks for calling." Alison said enthusiastically, "We were beginning to think you weren't going to get back to us."

"Yeah, sorry about that - I misplaced your number and I've only just found it again." Peter said.

"That's quite alright." Alison said at the other end of the line.

"Anyway, about this favour." Peter said, "How can I be of service? I'll have to warn you though, if it's anything to do with DIY I'm afraid you'll have to find some other guy - I'm utterly hopeless at that sort of thing!"

"Oh, no need to worry about that." Alison said, "What we need you to do for us doesn't really require much in the way of skill as such."

"Okay then, so what is it that you want me for?"

"Well... it's a little complicated to explain over the phone." Alison said, "could we meet up somewhere to discuss it in person?"

"Sure," Peter said, "I've got to go over to Brighton this afternoon but I'll be free this evening."

"That'll be fine." Alison said, "Where shall we meet you?"

"Let's see..." Peter mused, "how about The Coopers Arms, down on Barfield Street? About 8 o' clock?"

"Sure, that's fine with us." Alison confirmed, "We'll see you then. Oh, and it might be a good idea for Lindi to come along as well."

"Okay, I'll see if she's free." Peter said, "Anyway, I'll have to get on or I'll miss my train. See you at 8."

'Complicated but doesn't require much in the way of skill' Peter wondered - what on earth could that mean?

Peter grabbed his coat and picked up his keys and wallet and left his flat as the washing machine whirred away in his kitchen. The drying he would take care of once he got back from Brighton. It was only 10 miles along the coast from Westborough-on-sea but parking there was always a nightmare so he had decided to let the train take the strain.

Saturday, January 16th 2010 - 2:07pm

Elizabeth's hands caressed Amelia's smooth skin. She knew she would be safe with her - that she would excite her beyond anything she had ever felt, and she felt confident that she would respect her body. As confusing as these feelings were, Amelia found some comfort in the knowledge that the attraction she felt to her art teacher friend was very much reciprocated.

It was one of Lindi's favourite chapters in her favourite book 'Amelia's Awakening'. It was the story of the sexual journey of a young woman in 1960's Philadelphia, from her very first fumblings with one of her high school classmates to losing her virginity to her own uncle and subsequently becoming pregnant with his child and her family disowning her when they discover her pregnancy. The child however, dies in infancy leaving her utterly distraught and alone until she finds solace in the arms of a college art teacher named Elizabeth. The art teacher encourages Amelia to pose for her students, clothed at first until eventually Elizabeth persuades her to pose naked. The two eventually become lovers and for a time all seemed perfect in her world. That was until she became involved with a student called Andy and her whole life is thrown into turmoil and she is forced to choose between two lovers.

The chapter she was reading now, concerned the heroine's first erotic encounter with Elizabeth in the changing room adjacent to the classroom, shortly after having posed nude for the first time. The reason she was re-reading this chapter was because of her recent encounter with Alison and her partner Becky.

Something fascinated Lindi about lesbian relationships - she often wondered if she might be a little bisexual herself. She loved men - had slept with a few over the years since she lost her virginity to a boy called Simon in the cramped confines of the back seat of his mother's Ford Escort. But there was something indefinably tempting about exploring her sexuality with another female.

Lindi recalled her own deflowering with Simon in his mother's car, it was neither a memorable nor dignified experience. It was so cramped that her head banged against the door with each one of Simon's over-enthusiastic pelvic thrusts. She had to raise one leg over the parcel shelf and the other over the passenger seat, with her knickers dangling from one ankle. It was anything but the romantic assignation she had hoped it would be. Needless to say, she never had sex with him again.

But her experiences with men since then had all been fondly remembered. The only problem was that she never seemed to meet 'the one'. She was sure he was out there somewhere - the only question was where. If indeed, he was a he - maybe 'the one' was in fact, a she. Would that be a problem? She wondered to herself.

She turned her focus back to her book as the narrative got to the exciting part.

Amelia felt Elizabeth's hands venturing towards her panties - now the only garment that stood between her and total nudity. She had been naked in front of Elizabeth only minutes earlier but this felt so much different - so... exciting!

Elizabeth paused as her fingers made contact with the lacy material. Their eyes met.

"It... it's okay." Amelia said meekly.

"Are you sure?" Elizabeth replied.

"Yes," Amelia said breathily, "I... I want this."

Her permission granted, Elizabeth hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her model's panties and drew them down until they fell to the floor. She stood back and gazed at the naked beauty before her, appreciating her hypnotic femininity in a whole new light from earlier during her posing. While she posed nude in the classroom, the young woman before her had looked like a mannequin - a mere static object on public display - but here in the small adjoining changing room she was transformed into a sensual being of wonderfully kinetic erotic power.

Once more, Elizabeth's hands resumed her exploration and their lips met in a sensual kiss.

Lindi felt herself hitching up her skirt. Moments later she took hold of the gusset of her knickers and moved it to one side. As the narrative of the book came to the part where Elizabeth's fingers started to slide down between Amelia's parted legs, her own fingers delved deep into her vulva which was by that point dripping with vaginal secretions.

Elizabeth's digit probed ever deeper into the warm embrace of Amelia's vagina as their tongues danced a passionate paso doblé. She could feel the heat increasing in her own loins as her arousal soared like an eagle in a clear blue sky.

Lindi could feel her own heat intensifying as her fingers probed, caressed and wormed their way deep into her vagina and across her stiffly erect clitoris.

Elizabeth grasped hold of Amelia's hand and guided it into her own panties. Amelia had taken the none-too-subtle hint and, to Elizabeth's grateful relief, delved down inside her panties and up inside the art teacher's pussy to return in kind, the deliciously erotic stimulation she was giving her companion.

As the words on the page increased in their graphic intensity, the smoldering flame that burned inside Lindi's loins threatened to explode into an uncontrollable inferno.

"Oh shi... Oh f-f-fu..." Amelia gasped as Elizabeth's fingers caused the fuse, which had hitherto kept the electricity of her orgasm in check, to suddenly blow. Her ensuing orgasm was deliciously intense and overcame her totally. Lost in the moment, Amelia lost track of time and space around her as her orgasm crackled and fizzed like firecrackers on the fourth of July.

The fire within Lindi's loins now engulfed her. Enjoying her orgasm in delicious unison with the book's heroine, Lindi cried and yipped and yelped as her body tensed and convulsed with the involuntary muscular contractions. She felt her vagina pulsating around her fingers within and the heat inside her become almost scalding hot.

The book fell to the floor as Lindi's orgasm reached its zenith. Panting with the exertion as the peak of feminine sexuality dissipated, she felt herself gradually return to the real world outside.

She removed her fingers from the confines of her vagina with a slight slurping sound. She replaced the gusset of her knickers and brought her hand towards her face. Her fingers glistened with the secretions from the various glands that populated her vagina. Without anything to hand to wipe her fingers on, she stuffed them into her mouth.

Lindi shivered as she tasted herself. It wasn't the first time she had done this, but every time she did she felt the same rush of pleasure tainted by a mild sense of self-disgust.

Her desire now resolved, Lindi felt herself drift away into the welcoming, warm embrace of sleep.

Saturday, January 16th 2010 - 3:18pm

The shrill noise of her phone ringing roused Lindi from her slumber.

"Hello." She said, stifling a yawn.

"Hi Lin!" Came Peter's voice.

"Oh, hey P - what's up?"

"I just wanted to let you know I called that woman you met with the other night."

"Oh yeah? Did she say what she wanted?" Lindi said, feigning ignorance.

"No, but I've arranged to meet her at The Coopers Arms tonight. She suggested you come along too for some reason - would you be free at about 8?"

"Sure, I can come along." Lindi said. She could hear the hustle and bustle of busy streets in the background, "Where are you by the way?"

"Oh, I'm in Brighton," Peter explained, "I went to buy some new pickups for my guitar."

"Which one? The Fender or the Ibanez?"

"The Ibanez," Peter confirmed, "I noticed they were getting a bit buzzy during our set the other week. Repairing the damn things is a pain in the arse so I just decided to forget it and swap them out for some new ones."

"A successful mission then." Lindi said, this time unable to prevent her yawn from escaping.

"Very." Peter said, "Anyway, I'll pop down and pick you up at about half seven okay."

"Sure P, I'll see you then."

Saturday, January 16th 2010 - 7:59pm

"Karma, Karma, Karma, karma, karma chameleon... Red, gold and green. Red, gold and gree-e-een." Came the sound from the speaker on the small stage area at The Coopers Arms.

"Trust me to arrange to meet someone on bloody karaoke night." Peter grumbled as he sat with a pint of lager at a table with Lindi.

"I don't know who it is doing the singing but I've got good mind to go over there and perform a citizens arrest for the crime of murder." Lindi said as she sipped her glass of red wine.

"Murder?" Peter queried.

"Murder of one of my favourite songs!" Lindi chuckled.

"Well, I guess Boy George would be a little pissed off to hear one of his songs being maimed by a talentless, tone deaf idiot in a pub on the south coast." Peter reasoned.

"Everydaaaay is like survival." The talentless singer crooned off-key.

"Survival." Sang two of his accomplices in the background.

"Everydaaaaay is like surrrr-viiii-vaaalll!"