Growing Pains: Redemption

"Well that's a cunning ploy."

"Well, there is, I live in Cholesbury and we have three pubs in the village. One of them does good food."

She nodded and then agreed to get in Andy's car, something that Andy was not expecting. She cooed at his flash BMW and he put the radio on, and then reduced the volume.

It occurred to him that he didn't know his date's name and asked. She cackled and rubbed her hand over his on the gear change. "Rita," she replied as he steered a look at her.

"You know if you keep doing that, you might just distract me from the road," Andy warned and she moved her hand to his thigh with a wicked laugh.

The pub was quiet, it was midweek and the restaurant was almost empty. The brown, tanned wood shone out in the dark room and the feint stench of beer combined with that of the leather to create the unique smell that was his favourite eatery.

"It's a nice local," Rita admitted as they walked through into the seated area.

"What you having?" Andy asked and Rita bit her lip.

"Well you are driving me to Aylesbury so I can drive home, right? So we both better go easy on the drink."

Andy had not considered this and nodded. "I was only going to have one or two," he admitted and Rita surveyed the drinks behind the bar.

"Can I just have the house white. Small glass."

Andy ordered a large glass of the house white wine and a beer for himself and sat down to order.

The waitress returned with their drinks and they ordered their meals. Rita was very keen to know as much about her date as he was prepared to tell her. He missed out a number of his sexual conquests, as well as the less-impressive parts of his life, as well as the bit about him being a millionaire. He had found a mixture of envy and stereotypical perception often clouded the judgement of other people when he had told them in the past and therefore normally avoided it.

She was particularly interested in his splitting ups and he laughed. "I get told that I am not very good at parting company. It never seems to go the way I intended it to."

"Ah well, it never does. I can tell you that."

Andy grinned and pressed the opportunity to get Rita to elaborate but she steered the conversation back to him and started probing ex-girlfriends. He got another drink, and another large glass of wine for Rita, and started answering her questions.

"Why are you interested in my past?" Andy asked and she smiled.

"Because it shows a lot about you, and I want to know."

"It's quite unusual," he muttered. He had always avoided the subject of ex-partners with his girlfriends, particularly on a first date, partly out of apprehension when he was younger and then embarrassment as he got older. Rita was determined and wouldn't let him move on until he had told her what she wanted to know; which was everything about all of his ex-lovers.

Afterwards, the date got easier. Andy was already having second thoughts about her, she seemed to obsessed about who he was years ago, not who he was now, but they joked and then talked about flowers before he paid for the meal and they had a couple of games of pool.

Rita had changed into a short tartan skirt in the shop, an outfit that was bringing back a number of other memories for him, but Andy wasn't a bad player and was able to put the cue ball in places on the table where she would have to lean across and her skirt would ride up.

This was lecherous behaviour, but the three pints of beer Andy had consumed made him more excitable and he gleefully did this much to Rita's amusement.

They had a fourth set of drinks and after Andy had won the third game, they left the pub and started walking back to the house.

"Yo too drunk to drive me," Rita said and held out her hand for Andy to take. "But I think you knew that."

Andy gave her a sheepish look. "Yeah. I'll order you a taxi. But I was enjoying myself. I didn't want to stop."

Rita looked down at the country road and stepped around a pothole. "It's just, well. I haven't had any fun since he cheated and, if I am allowed to stay the night, I'd love to."

Andy sniggered and squeezed Rita's hand. "Yeah, of course. How could I refuse?"

She smiled and pushed open the side gate. They walked up the path, got to the front door, and she pulled him back and kissed him on the lips.

"Don't be gentle," she teased and popped open the first button on his shirt, and then the second and third. Andy smiled and put his hands at the base of her top and pulled it upwards, to reveal a navy lacy bra.

Rita smiled and pushed his shirt back. "Shall we go upstairs then?" Rita asked and Andy unlocked his front door.

To come face-to-face with Zoe, Rhea, Ezra and Simon.

"Hiya," the topless millionaire said, and his half-naked companion did the same.

* * * * *

Rhea watched Andy go out in the early evening and slumped on the chair. She was bored. She had spent all day looking for jobs and her fruitless search was demoralising.

"Let's get Zoe and Ezra over," she mused and Simon nodded.

"When little one is in bed?" Simon asked and Izzy threw her fork down on the plate.

"No daddy. I want to see Uncle Ezzie," she said firmly and Simon grinned at her.

"They'll be here after your bed time," Simon told her and she screwed up her face.

That wasn't quite true. Zoe and Ezra had enough time to say good night to their fiercely independent niece before joining the couple on the couch.

Ezra had picked up a bottle of wine, but Zoe had ordered him not to drink any with the warning, "do you know what alcohol does to your sperm count?"

Ezra sighed and picked up four wine glasses and emptied the bottle in all of them. She shot him an angry look when he came in and she put the glass down on the side.

"Ezra. Do you want a baby?" Zoe asked furiously and Ezra gave her a dismissive grunt.

"Honestly love, one glass of wine won't make any difference."

"Yeah, and how do you know?"

"Because I do. What will make a difference is having sex every day five times a day. That lowers my sperm count, but you didn't care about that."

Zoe screwed up her eyes and and rubbed the bridge of her nose.

"Hey, Ezra. Maybe you should sit this one out," Rhea suggested calmly and Simon nodded, but the stocky man shook his head firmly and took a big sip.

"But it can't do any harm," Simon suggested and passed his glass to Rhea. "I'll be teetotal as well for the night."

Zoe looked at Ezra expectantly and he took another sip. "No. Rhea is pregnant and she can have a glass. You are wanting to conceive and you are having a glass. Why can't I?"

"Because we have been trying to have a child for years and you haven't got me pregnant," Zoe thundered. "So whatever we can do to raise your sperm count, the better."

"Yeah, and I've lost over a stone and a half. Maybe, just maybe, if your body didn't attack my sperm as invaders you might just be knocked up by now."

Zoe and Rhea both gasped and looked at each other.

"Well it's true. Her body kills my sperm. I give her tens of millions of sperm every time and her body systemically kills every single one of them. It's her bloody fault."

Zoe burst into tears. "It's not my fault. I've tried everything," she wailed and Ezra groaned at her.

"For god sake," he muttered and Zoe shook her head and left the room.

"You heartless bastard," Rhea roared. "How can you say such a thing?"

"Well it's true."

Rhea slapped him on the face as she got up. "Stop behaving like my brother."

Simon waited for Rhea to leave and looked across at Ezra. "They are a little bit emotional at the moment," he muttered and Ezra sneered.

"Tell me about it. All I hear is bloody pregnancy and babies. It's getting on my nerves to be honest. I know she wants to be pregnant but she is just getting obsessed and I almost don't want a baby any more. I'm fed up with her. And if it is my fault she isn't pregnant then maybe she should find someone who can get her knocked up."

Simon nodded at him and took a deep breath. He didn't know what to say to him, but Ezra fumed silently in the corner of the sofa staring at the carpet.

Rhea returned a few minutes later, a scowl across her face. "Are you going to apologise?" Rhea asked and Ezra returned the frown.

"No," he replied dismissively and Rhea shook her head.

"You have really upset Zoe," Rhea told him but he just shrugged.

"Good. She is obsessed and I'm fed up with it," Ezra countered and Rhea pulled herself up to her full height. "I'm fed up with her."

"She is desperate for a baby, Ezra. Your baby. She wants to carry your child. At least show her some support."

Ezra grunted and Rhea snatched the glass of wine from him. "Just behave like a man and apologise."

Ezra stared at Rhea; he had known her for almost as long as he had known Andy and they certainly locked horns in a battle of wills regularly but Rhea's resolute determination was unyielding and she raised an eyebrow.

"Just apologise and we can then watch the DVD," she told him and he begrudgingly got up to find his wife, sobbing in the bathroom.

For Zoe, it was too much. Her and Ezra had decided to try and have children when they returned from honeymoon, and that was three years ago. For three years she had been tested, prodded, poked, done everything required to try and get pregnant. She had made sacrifices, and the only things Ezra had to do was to watch his weight, avoid alcohol and to have sex with her, and he objected to this.

Ezra gently opened the door and his steely resolve disappeared. He sat down next to his wife, who was sat with her back to the bath, and held her hand.

"Sorry love, it's just frustration," he muttered and she sniffed back.

"I know, but you don't understand what it's like," she cried. Not since he was sixteen had Ezra a reason to feel this guilty before.

* * * * *

Rita looked down from the foot of the bed, and glanced at the naked Andy in the bed. He was lay completely still but fiddling with his phone on his bedside table. Rita glanced at the little table on the side and picked up some massage oil, rubbing a small portion in her hands.

She slid her oiled hands down his shoulders, his chest, his thighs and hips, bypassing the erect cock that poked out from his body. Rita was very tactile and began kneading Andy's thighs and legs, and then his pectoral muscles. As she leant across, her body touched the tip of his cock and he sighed.

He had said very little to Rita since she had entered his bedroom; she wasn't talkative and when he tried she sshed him. Instead Rita leant over her date and pushed her breasts into the face of Andy. He moaned as her hands darted over his oily body and sucked the nipples presented to him.

Rita began to groan as the tongue of her new lover darted wonderfully over her erect nipples. She swung her legs over and suspired noisily, Andy's erect cock was positioned over her clitoris and she gently flicked both of them by rocking back and forth sending shockwaves through their respective loins.

Andy tried to position his cock into her hole, but she laughed at him, and gave him back her nipple to pleasure. Rita liked teasing, it was all part of the game. She would have liked to have tied Andy up but it was a little forward on a first date; she didn't know how kinky he was!

Rita removed her nipple from Andy's mouth, and spun around so she could lick Andy's erect member, and she planted her shaved crack onto his face. He glanced up and felt a metal stud, she had had her clitoral hood pierced and Andy put his tongue up against it.

Rita squealed; she loved receiving cunnilingus with her piercing, it was so much stronger sensations and Andy was licking and flicking her clitoris, probing her hole and sliding up her perineum.

Andy groaned and closed his eyes, savouring the musky sweetness of his date. Rita sucked in her lips and slid up and down Andy's erect cock. He grunted and Rita reached over for the massage oil. While she impaled her mouth on Andy's dick, she slid her slippery fingers over his balls and then along his perineum.

Rita was over his anus and he clenched his buttocks in surprise. Rita knew he would; he didn't seem the adventurous type and she pushed her fingers down hard on his perineum, circling it.

Andy grunted and groaned, her mouth was sucking at his member and he panted, with high-pitched nasal sounds. He was going to come. He shouted out a muffled warning into Rita's hairy mons but she just increased her pace. Andy felt himself pass the point of no return, his buttocks clenched and he tried to hold on to his orgasm, his muscles pulling his cock in as tight as it would go but he could hold out no more.

He grunted and filled Rita's mouth with cum.

Rita was groaning herself. Andy had moved from her hole back to her clitoris and was inhaling her musky taste while his tongue darted over the small button.

He felt her thighs press against his ears. He liked that; his ex-girlfriends often used to go on top while he ate them out and he got a big satisfaction from it. She bucked, squeezed her muscles, she grunted and threw herself onto his stomach.

She screamed, loudly, her voice echoing on the walls. "Oh my god," she screamed. "Oh fuck," lingered and her body shook. Andy didn't let go of her thighs and continued to run his tongue up and down her slit, her body pivoting on his hands.

She groaned and grunted again and again, screaming and shrieking extremely loudly as the sounds of their debauchery echoed on the walls.

After her third orgasm, Rita disengaged herself and jumped on Andy's inflated cock, letting it rest on her hole. Andy didn't have a condom on, and leant over to retrieve one, but Rita just impaled herself and asked Andy to tell her when he was about to ejaculate.

Andy didn't feel too comfortable and she rocked her hips back and forth over the uncovered cock in her. She squealed and mewed as she established a rapid rhythm and Andy moved his finger to her button as she leant back.

He could feel his climax coming, and he gave Rita warning. Rita continued to bounced up and down on Andy who yelled at her. She smiled and kept up her rhythm, moving her body up just as the semen traversed Andy's inner pipework.

He splattered his first wave against her clitoris that was suspended just above his cock. She sighed as the cum hit her and she grinned at him, before they got cleaned up.

* * * * *

"Oh hello," Rhea muttered as a naked Rita unlocked the bathroom. She shrieked and hid herself, emerging only when she was enclosed in a towel.

"Sorry, Andy thought you had gone out."

"My boyfriend took my daughter to school," Rhea said tersely. "You know he has an en-suite."

"He is using it and I was busting. Sorry."

Rhea smiled and looked at the girl fidgeting. "Aren't you the girl from the florists?"

"Yes, I remember you now. Did you sort out your rockery?"

Rhea laughed. "Yeah. I got some alpines. I take it your date went well then?"

Rita bit her lip. "Well sort of. He was good fun, but to be honest I don't think he has really moved on from his past."

Rhea smirked knowingly. "No. I keep telling him that."

Rita shrugged her shoulders. "Well I don't think I have either. It's not easy but he isn't my type. He is too nice"

Rhea raised her eyebrows at her and smiled. "He isn't always nice. Sometimes he can be a bit of an arse."

Rita smiled and closed her eyes for a moment. "He doesn't have an exciting past. Lots of exes but nothing racy or daring. He is someone to settle down with when I am 25, not date when I am 20!"

Rhea nodded and waited for Rita to leave the doorway. "Hey, before you go, can I have a little walk along the common with you. I wouldn't mind a chat."

* * * * *

"Hi this is Rhea, Andy's sister, do you remember Andy?"

The recipient of Rhea's phone call replied that she did most definitely remember Andy and was concerned until Rhea admitted the reason for her call. "I want a chat with you about Andy and also a little problem that I have."

Simon overheard the start of the call, and knew why she was ringing the "friend of Andy's" and this depressed him. Not only had he made his family homeless, bankrupted them, his actions was now forcing his wife to need to become a prostitute.

He made a resolution. If Rhea was going to prostitute herself, he would do so too, and he was not going to take no for an answer. He would just need someone to teach him how to perform sordid sex acts on another man, and he got the feeling Rhea wouldn't be prepared to be a teacher.

* * * * *

Zoe threw her arms around Andy and gave him a kiss. She took the bouquet of flowers nervously and grinned.

"You shouldn't have," she gently admonished him. "But thanks."

"It's only a dozen roses."

"Red roses. Ezra will get suspicious."

Andy chuckled. "Well I know you like red roses. I have known you for fifteen years. If I had wanted to hit on you, I must just have done it before now. And anyway, I wouldn't be able to keep to the schedule."

Zoe puffed and Andy led her towards the shopping street containing a small caf‚ where they would have lunch.

"You got everything you need?"

"Think so, just another pair of waterproofs and I will be done."

Zoe looked at the dozen big bags her friend was carrying and smirked. "And how long will you be away?"

"Four weeks. I'll be back on Izzy's birthday party with Izzy. Flight better not be delayed"

Zoe cocked her head to one side. "We'll miss you. But maybe you'll find some inner peace."

"I have inner peace," Andy retorted and Zoe shook her head.

"Rhea said she came home two days ago to find you drunk, naked and in the garden."

Andy went red. "Ah, well, sort of." He was glad that he was able to change the subject by pointing out a gentleman with a clipboard on the cobbled street next to a small display. "Hey Zoe. You could win twenty-five grand."

"Just a very short survey," the man purred and held out his clipboard.

"Oh I haven't got time," Zoe snapped but Andy pulled her back and answered for her.

"Well, it could be a Harley for Ezra," Andy told her and she rolled her eyes.

"I won't win. There is a million to one chance I will get anything other than junk mail."

"Oh I wouldn't say that," he told her. "Where's your sense of optimism." He turned to the gentleman. "Her name is Zoe Matheson and she lives at ..."

Zoe looked up at the sky. "You are intolerable," she barked and started cooperating.

* * * * *

Rhea, or Olivia as she was known for the liaison, knocked on the door of the hotel. She had found a website where she could advertise her services and had received a call from a flustered gentleman two hours later on her new Pay-as-you mobile phone.

She had agreed to meet him at the Aylesbury hotel he was staying in, and Simon had dropped her off outside. He knew what was happening and Rhea had explained to him that she was going to do this to try and collect as much cash as possible to pay a big lump sum off their debts to drag them down to a more manageable level, and although Simon had objected briefly, she said she thought it was the best way.

Simon was determined he would also try and sell his body. It was not fair if Rhea had to do it, and if he was doing it also then it would be over quicker as they would have two incomes coming in. Rhea had repeatedly dismissed his suggestion, but he knew once she had done the deed she could not really refuse it for him.

A Mr Grosvenor opened the door and smiled at the sight before him. Rhea had selected her very best raunchy clothes. He had not asked for a particular "look" so she had selected her very short black cocktail dress and black stockings, with matching lingerie and tall heels to wear.

Rhea made an instant judgement. Mr Grosvenor was around 55, balding, with a rotund belly and a glassy look in his face. She guessed he wasn't getting any at home, and needed something from someone. Rhea was that someone.