Shut Up And Drive! Ch. 03

Close Encounters

"Teddy, although I really would like to spend the rest of my life tucked-up with you in this bed, I really do have to get back to the house today to see what sort of a disastrous mess Roger's left the place in." Stella grinned at him, then she leant down and kissed Ted on the nose. "I wouldn't put it past the bastard to leave all the taps running or something equally as callous. Besides I'm sure Marie would like to get the use of her driveway back; my car's been parked there since Saturday afternoon."

"Hey look, kiddo. From where I'm... lying, you're the one who's prolonging this encounter." Ted smiled back up at her, totally trapped as he was beneath the new love of his life, while Stella pleasured herself with the relevant portion of his anatomy.

"Well to be honest with you, lover, I can't believe your staying-power. How do you... well you know? Hey, you haven't got any of those little blue pills tucked away somewhere around here, have you?" She grinned down at him.

"Like that birth control pill you took a while back, you mean?" Ted asked. "And no, I've never had to resort to... chemical assistance to hold my end up. Especially not when I'm with an enchanting female, as beautiful as you!"

However the second point Ted had made went completely over Stella's head. His mention of the fact that he'd spotted her surreptitiously taking a birth control pill had taken Stella by surprise. Stella had thought she had the knack of taking the pill unnoticed by her partner down to a fine art and failed to take into account that fact that Ted and Roger were two completely different... animals. An embarrassed expression came over Stella's face for a few seconds before she replied.

"Hey look, Teddy, I know you think... Sorry, I know that I was a stuck-up bitch! But I've always enjoyed making love... Well, maybe I should say, sex. Mind you I have to admit that I've never enjoyed it as much as I have the last couple of days; that's for damned sure. Sex with you is different somehow. Hey, I know what it is! We have been making love to each other, haven't we?"

"Well, I've been making love to you, Stella; but I really can't say for sure what is going on inside that mixed-up head of yours."

"Ted, I've been making love to you as well. Possibly for the first time in my life, I've been thinking about what I want and not what I thought other people expected me to be. Does that make any sense to you?"

"Er... no, Stella! Not to me anyway. I've never worried about what the rest of world thought of me, or anything that I do; you should have worked that one out by now. I've can't recall doing anything that I feel I should feel ashamed about."

"I only wish I could say the same, Teddy; but I can't!"

"Look kiddo, you're kind-of losing me here."

"I know. I'm sorry. But everything has changed so rapidly and I know I've got to be a different person from now on."

Stella went quiet for a few seconds. Ted was just beginning to fear what she was going to say next, when she blurted out, "Yes, the other evening I did say that I'm going to come off my birth control pills, didn't I? So that we can have children together. I am really looking forward to that idea. However, I think that will not be just yet! To be honest with you, Teddy, I'm having far too much fun making love with you for starters. And secondly I'd rather like to get Roger completely out of the picture before I do become pregnant. I don't trust that man as far as I can throw the bugger... and I really can't be sure what sort of tricks he might try to pull.

"Roger might be scared shitless of Ted Harper, Ted, but he's going to have a very expensive legal team with him in the Divorce Court."

Ted laughed. Wherever Stella's mind had been going, it appeared to have returned to the here and now. I.e. The birth control pill Ted had seen her sneakily take a little earlier. Her concern about her husband's future actions was to be expected anyway. The phrase "scared shitless" Ted figured Stella must have dragged up from her younger teenage years, Ted could not imagine that Estelle had ever used such language, although he was sure that she would have heard it enough times at college.

"I was just pulling your leg, Stella, I understand. But just to put your mind at rest, I never have required artificial assistance in that department; just the right partner!" Ted laid extra emphasis on the words "right" and "partner".

Stella smiled at the -- what she took to be a -- veiled compliment.

But then Ted asked. "You think Roger might cut-up rough over the divorce?"

"No, not the divorce itself, Teddy. But knowing Roger as well as I do, he will be particularly difficult... obtuse, over the division of our joint assets. What there is of them."

"Obtuse?" Ted queried, a sarcastic smile on his face.

Stella, ignored the obvious jibe.

"It's going to be a really bloody battle, that's for sure." She went on, "You see, Ted, unfortunately... mummy, gifted me some of her holdings in my father's companies as a wedding present."

"Just your mother's holdings?" Ted asked, mentally kicking himself because his knee-jerk joke comment, was supposed to have been humorously sarcastic, like the previous one. However he realised that it hinted of something else.

Ted was finding old habits died hard and he still wasn't completely sure that Estelle would not take umbrage at anything he said. But Stella ignored any possible innuendo buried within the comment and continued.

"Oh yes, my father isn't silly. As he implied yesterday, daddy was never enamoured with the idea of me marrying Roger Cooper in the first place. In consequence, he was markedly less than generous with his wedding gifts. I'm in my father's will of course, but he has everything tightly sown-up in complicated trusts and things, so that there was no chance that Roger would ever have got his hands on any of it... whatever happened.

"And then there's my own business of course; but I believe that Mr Goldman has that tied up very nicely; even though I'm not completely sure how. Mr Goldman has never been a member of Roger's fan club either."

That was a surprise for Ted; he'd always assumed that Stella... or Estelle anyway, would have been a stay-at-home prima donna type wife to Roger Cooper.

"Your business?" He asked, a quizzical tone to his voice. "I had no idea that you went out to work, Stella."

"Ah now, I wouldn't exactly call it work, Teddy; more like a sort of hobby. I have a little company that... Well, actually we don't really do anything of substance. My staff, sort of sit-in the middle between some of daddy's companies and a few of their contractors. My father set the organisation up for me. What it did do, was to allow my father to assure himself in his own mind, that I would... or could, be financially independent of Roger Cooper, should the need ever arise. Daddy must always have known that I'd come to my senses eventually."

"Come to your senses? Is that what you've done?" Ted commented.

Stella wriggled her posterior around on Ted's nether regions and smiled down at him. Technically -- probably better described as 'physically' -- they were still coupled.

"I sure have, lover, in more ways than I'd have ever thought possible. God you do feel good." Stella wriggled again and winked at him. "Anyway I have an office in town and a dozen or so staff, who... jump to it whenever I walk through the door. Actually, most of the time, I do very little but lord it over them." Stella's facial expression suddenly changed to one of concern. "Bugger Ted, what am I going to do about that? Those people must hate me!"

Ted laughed again. "Stella, I very much doubt that they hate you. It's probably Estelle Cooper they dislike so much, and who can blame them?" It was Ted's turn to wink at Stella. "Now, as you've brought the subject up, I'm assuming that later today, once you get around to finishing what you've got started here, popped home to check that the house is still standing and collected your car from Marie's house... possibly not in that order... you're going to put in an appearance at said office."

"Yes, I..." Stella stopped speaking and smiled down at Ted. "Usually Estelle spends a couple of hours there... tormenting them all, about three days a week."

"Well give 'em the same bloody surprise you treated your father to yesterday, girl."

For some inexplicable reason Stella found it pleasant when Ted addressed her as 'girl!' Not so many days previous it would have provoked a verbal tirade.

"All you've got to do is not let Estelle Cooper anywhere near that office again. Send Stella... or even Topsy Warender through the door."

As Ted had been speaking, the same realisation had crept into Stella's mind. Albeit she wasn't too sure she could carry it off without a little friendly back-up. Whatever Ted's words brought an even bigger smile to her face.

"Topsy Harper sounds much better idea to me, lover," she replied. "Still, it's a little early for the name change yet. But that is a very good idea; I'll have to give it a try. Now, if you don't mind, I'll get back to the more serious business at hand?"

"Whatever you wish, Stella. But I have to warn you, I do have a client who's supposed to be calling-in here around ten this morning."

Stella looked at the clock, frowned, then shrugged her shoulders before leaning down and kissing Ted on the lips again. Then she got back to what she had been doing before her confused thought processes had interrupted her.

It took Stella and Ted far longer to get to the shower that morning than either of them had envisioned it would.

Ted was just beginning to realise that Stella was experimenting (sexually) and appeared to be trying-out almost anything and everything he'd ever thought of... and some things that he hadn't. Ted was beginning to wonder just how far Stella was intending to take things; however he was not about to complain.

Stella was forced to take a taxi to her friend Marie's house. She'd lingered far too long, enjoying herself, and Ted's client was due to arrive almost before she was ready to leave.

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Stella and Marie

As Stella arrived in her taxi, Marie was in the process of returning home, having completed a little shopping after dropping her children at school. Marie wasn't surprised to see her; she knew that eventually Estelle would have to pick-up her vehicle. It was Estelle's dress and demeanour that surprised and confused Marie.

The old - very snug fitting - jeans Stella had struggled into the previous day, added to her recent overindulgence in certain gymnastic type activates, had precluded Stella wearing them again so soon. Instead Stella was attired in a pair of Ted's jeans that were several sizes too large for her, one of his tee-shirts and her old trainers. Although her innate poise made Stella look surprisingly presentable, Marie couldn't equate Stella's apparel with the Estelle she'd come to know so well in recent years.

Marie and Stella had known each other since their nursery school days. They had been best friends and all-but devoted to each other all during their infant and junior school years. However in their latter senior school days, that closeness had begun to wane. Basically due to the fact that - as her God-given assets began to exert themselves - Marie's great friend Stella began to morph into the self-assured and extremely self-centred Estelle, who did not really require friends. Well, not close friends anyway.

The two women had remained on amicable terms with each other; some would have described them as close friends. Marie had even served as matron of honour at Estelle's wedding. However they had no longer shared the 'bosom buddies' relationship since sometime during their mid-teens.

Marie had been quite taken aback the previous Saturday afternoon, when Estelle had unexpectedly arrived at her door and announced that she intended to stash her car there for the evening.

As they sat down for a quick coffee in her kitchen that Tuesday morning, Marie began to note that there was something else very different about Estelle, besides her outlandish dress.

Marie had been aware of an... inconsistency in Estelle's demeanour on Sunday afternoon, when she had given Marie a brief outline of the Saturday evening's debacle. Marie had of course realised that something about her old... acquaintance was different then, but -- possibly owing to the excitement in Estelle's voice and her somewhat confusing demeanour -- Marie had utterly failed to understand what that difference actually was.

Had anyone asked Marie on that Sunday evening, after she'd watched the infamous Ted Harper drive Estelle away -- and had Marie chosen to be honest in her reply -- Marie would have said that she believed that Estelle was still very much the worse for alcohol. Although even that was unusual for Estelle. To Marie's knowledge Estelle never got drunk; habitually Estelle was always in control of every situation.

Marie had been somewhat concerned. She'd attempted to telephone Estelle's house on numerous occasions that same evening and again several times on the Monday. But she had received no reply. Marie had even tried to call Estelle's mobile telephone a few times, but -- as was usual -- it had instantly gone to the her messaging service.

It was common knowledge that Estelle disliked being disturbed by her mobile telephone and habitually left its ring function turned off.

Ever since Estelle dad got her first mobile telephone many years before, Estelle's unspoken, but well understood policy had always been that it was Estelle who called to ask other people for assistance; other people did not call or request assistance from Estelle! The device served no other purpose in Estelle's existence.

Marie sat in stunned silence as Stella related the story of her arrival back at her own house on Sunday afternoon, and how the sight of Ted Harper had apparently scared the living daylights out of Roger Cooper. Stella explained the actual confrontation to Marie in far greater detail than has been related here, earlier.

And then Stella went on to describe the rest of the intervening period of time to Marie. Stella used as much innuendo and euphemism as was humanly possible, but still with a marked frankness that shocked Marie. That explanation left Marie in no doubt as to what had occurred since the two women had last spoken on her doorstep.

It was only when Marie realised that her visitor was procrastinating -- delaying her departure -- that Marie began to understand that it was not the self-assured Estelle she'd grown so used to sitting opposite her. What she was observing was a sudden reincarnation of her old friend Stella, she recalled from their younger days.

"Stella, what's happened to you?" Marie suddenly blurted out.

Marie was one of the few people who had always addressed Estelle as Stella (to her face), and been permitted to get away with it.

Stella chuckled. "I've fallen in love, Marie; does it show that much?"

"With Ted Harper? Surely not... You always said..."

"I was wrong, Marie!" Stella interrupted. "Bloody-hell Marie, I've been wrong about everything, haven't I? Ted's a wonderful person. He might be a little rough around the edges, and he likes to put on that tough-guy persona. But I've never come across a more considerate... lover, in my whole life. And as an artist he'd a ruddy genius. God, you should see all those wonderful pictures he's painted of me over the years... all without me ever realising that he was even attracted to me."

"Come off it, Stella? I was there when you told Ted to get lost at college!"

"Yes, I know I did. But I thought that he was after what all those creeps were after... to get into my knickers. God, it was like there was a sweepstake running on which one of those losers was going to score first."

"There was!" Marie replied with a grin. "But the bet had nothing to do with who could get Estelle Warender into bed. All the winner had to do was, talk you into letting them take you out on a date."

A confused expression came over Stella's face

"You are joking!"

"No, it's the truth, Stella. I have no idea how much cash was involved. But to win the pot, all a bloke had to do was be seen to take you out on a proper date. I don't think it even mattered where they took you, as long as it was to a public event where you'd be seen together. Oh, but you have to be at least holding the blokes arm. You being witnessed kissing the bloke, or letting him kiss you, would have been a bonus, and certainly proof positive. Apparently there was some innuendo that you might have been... a lesbian at one time."

Marie half expected an explosion from Estelle at this point, but it failed to materialise; so she continued.

"My ex told me all about it on our honeymoon. Actually some of his friends were still in the sweepstake. They were more than a little peeved that you were a no-show at our wedding."

"I was in California with my parents, Marie. You know that I couldn't turn down a trip like that, we discussed it at the time." Stella said apologetically, "But if that's true, I wonder if...?"

"No, he wasn't, Stella! Ted Harper wasn't a party to that syndicate; that kind of behaviour was beneath him. Anyway, he wasn't trying to ask you to go out with him that day either! Not that you gave him the opportunity to ask you anything really. What Ted was trying to do was invite you to sit for a portrait."

"How would you know that?" Stella demanded, just a hint of Estelle returning to her voice.

Marie fixed Stella with a firm stare.

"Stella, somewhere along the line you developed the annoying habit of selective hearing. You were so busy coming-up with your snazzy putdown for Teddy Harper that you didn't actually listen to a word he said to you that day.

"However, Sarah Bishop was listening when Ted was asked her, and we all know where she ended-up in the long run, don't we? I believe that she even resides in California full-time, now!"

Sarah Bishop had always been Estelle's great rival in the "most beautiful/popular female student in the college" stakes. Estelle had not even wished to be on "the most popular female student" list. However coming second -- in her own mind -- to Sarah Bishop in anything, had always irked Estelle.

Especially considering that since leaving college, Sarah Bishop had become a well known Model and actress, appeared in numerous feature films, and by that time was starring in a very popular -- somewhat corny, but long running -- American TV drama series.

Stella sat staring at Marie, she didn't have to ask the question, it was in her eyes.

"Ted Harper entered that portrait of Sarah into some competition or the other, and reputedly it won." Marie explained. "Rumour has it that one of the judges just happened to be some fancy American movie producer bloke, or something along those lines anyway... or it's possible he might have just seen the painting in the exhibition; I don't really know. Whatever, the bloke took a fancy to that painting, or its subject it would seem. I believe the bloke even bought the thing after the competition was over. From there, our Sarah suddenly found herself a rising film starlet. Just think, Stella, had you bothered to listen to what Ted was saying to you that day; that might have been you."

"Damn!" Stella replied. "Hey, not that I'd want to be a film star or anything like that... I don't believe. But if I had sat for that picture, I damn-well would never have married that idiot Roger Cooper."

"Are you sure about that?"

"Damn sure, Marie; once you get to know Ted Harper... Well, he somehow gets to you, if you know what I mean?"

"Stella, some of us didn't get the chance to get to know Ted Harper, although we tried as hard as we could to... attract his attention."