Tales of Reluctance: Tale 03

"He does not think its ideal of course," she said regaining some composure. "What man would want to share his wife with someone else, but he agrees it's the only way out of our problem. So that is really why he has gone away. Although we do need a log cabin and the space for a nursery, but only, if well, you agree." She finished, her voice tailing off a bit as she realized she had talked herself into a corner. Again silence hung awkwardly in the air and this time David spoke.

"I don't think I could do it, Mrs. Raymond," he said. "Its just. Its just too weird!"

"Well all I hoped for today is that you would think about it David." said Sally calmly. "Would you at least think about it? For me?"

David felt like he had definitively made his mind up not to do it, but then and there, it was easiest to say he would consider the offer, so he cowardly agreed to consider it, even though he had no intention of actually fathering a child with her. Anyway she looked so sad that he felt there was no option put to play for time.

"We would pay you twenty thousand dollars and pay for a lawyer to represent you when we draw up the contract." said Sally, "but as I said just think about it. You would have no rights over the child. It would be mine and my husbands."

This David felt was the least of the problems. What on earth would he do with a child? If anything he was relieved there would be no come back on him.

He left for home shortly afterwards, the atmosphere in the room after such a bombshell was strained, so he fled. He had an unusual weekend where he was moody and quiet. His parents thought it odd, but wrote it off to David being a teenager. The friends he met up with were too interested in what had happened at the Raymond's to notice that David was subdued. In the end he told them about the swimsuit and suntan cream, he came close to telling about the baby suggestion, but he just about managed to keep quiet.

Sunday night he lay awake thinking about the events of Friday and how his friends had reacted to the stories about Mrs. Raymond and the bikini. Mostly David kept thinking about the way his friend Mark had commented on how he would give anything to fuck Mrs. Raymond. It was ironic that he had the chance, and he was too scared to go through with it.

Part three

There was only a cleaner at the house when David arrived on the Monday to carry on the work on the cabin. He had been half-excited and half-dreading seeing Sally again, so it all became a bit of an anti climax. Even the cleaner left shortly after David arrived, so David was alone in the garden and left to go to work on the cabin, feeling very confused. He finished its exterior around mid-morning, ate his lunch and then busied himself finishing everything off. All that was left to do was to move the stuff from the house to the study. Around six o'clock he stepped outside and admired his handiwork.

"Wow, you have been busy," said a voice behind him and he turned round to see Sally standing there. She had a couple of shopping bags in her hands.

She was wearing a sleeveless black dress that came down to just above her knees. It was plain apart from a gold band, which traced round the high neckline and there was a tiny teardrop cut out of the material above breast height. The dress complete with high-heeled, black, open-toed shoes meant Sally looked very elegant, even though she had only been on a shopping trip.

David smiled shyly and looked at the ground, the awkward feeling returning immediately. Sally dropped her bags and walked over to him, placing both hands on his bare shoulders. He was aware of how cool and soft her hands felt on his arms and she gently moved her hands up and down in a comforting movement. He felt electricity flow through his body. He slowly lifted his head and looked at her.

"It's so good to see you. I have been worried about you David," she said. "I owe you an apology. I am sorry to have put this baby idea on you. It was wrong of me." As she spoke her voice began to crack and then overwhelmed she began to sob and then to cry. She turned away, composed herself before turning back to David. Her eyes were red and a tear flowed slowly down her cheek, David went to speak, but found he too was choked.

"Lets at least be friends," said Sally finding a weak smile, and David nodded. "I have fajita's," she said suddenly. "As a peace offering?" She managed another forced smile as she picked up the bags. "I once heard a young man in my class say they were his favorites. "It will take me half an hour. Perhaps a shower for you in the meantime?"

"Um ok, I mean that will be great," replied David. "but..."

"I have laid out some of Paul's clothes in the spare room for you." She said cutting across him, "Go on get ready and I'll get cooking. I am starving," she said. "All this emotional energy I guess."

He hesitated and wondered when she had put the clothes out for him, but she was now busy in the kitchen so he shrugged and followed her.

David walked back to the house enjoying the fact the tension had lifted and Sally and he were friends again. He showered and dressed, the clothes were a little large, but they would do and he descended the stairs to find the table laid, complete with wine and the most wonderful aroma of meat and spices filling the air.

They chatted easily over dinner, ignoring babies, and talking about school mainly. Sally talking about the funny things the pupils did and David telling stories from the student's point of view. The subject moved onto relationships and who was seeing whom. Sally seemed fascinated by this and David fuelled by the wine found himself enjoying discussing the doing of the class. He was in full flow when he suddenly found himself saying,

"So Mark slept with Julie even though she was supposed to be going out with Stephen," he stopped, looked in horror at Sally and then they both burst out laughing.

"So that's why Stephen started that fight with Mark," said Sally, "and you, my brave boy, split it up I hear."

Mark shrugged and blushed. "Well it was all getting out of hand."

"And how about you David. Who have you gone out with?" Said Sally.

Mark went quiet and looked at the floor.

"Still waiting for the right girl to come along?" Said Sally. "Very sensible. I often think for every happy pupil I have in a relationship I have many miserable ones from either splitting up or from having had an argument with their partner. Its all too much, too soon, quite often."

David looked up at Sally staring deeply into her eyes and finding her unashamedly staring back. "I suppose." he muttered. Sally led David over to the sofa and went to fill up his wine glass. He objected, but she filled it anyway.

"Doesn't mean you wouldn't like to have someone special, huh," she gently suggested, touching his shoulder again. David nodded.

"May I ask you a very personal question," she said. David shrugged his shoulders and did not answer.

"Is part of the problem about the surrogacy, the fact that you have not been with a girl before?" asked Sally. "It would be quite understandable, but maybe it would help if we talked about it?"

Sally waited patiently for him to speak. He wondered how she knew he was a virgin, but decided there was no point in arguing he wasn't. Perhaps it was obvious.

"Kind of," muttered David.

"Are you worried that I am experienced and you are not?" She said deciding to probe more. David took a long drink of wine, she could see his hand was shaking, but Sally knew she needed to continue to push the subject, but very carefully.

"Yes and ..." said David.

"And what David? Go on please tell me. I know I am the cause of this huge anxiety for you, but let me help if I can," said Sally. "You can trust me."

"And I want my first time to be special," he said, feeling like it was a lame thing to say. His friends would be unbuckling their belts right now he thought.

"And you don't think it would be special with me?" She said again, as gently as she could. David paused. Sally felt she could see like the few other young men she had encountered, he wanted to discuss his problems, but didn't know how.

"Be honest David. You know how important having a baby is to me," she said. "I won't lie. I want to see if we can find a way to make this work. It breaks my heart to think I will never have a child, but if I end up hurting you, that would just destroy me."

"The truth is," he said quietly, looking at the ground. "The truth is. I don't want my first time to be, go to a bedroom, lie down, do the business and then leave." He had spoken so fast and so softly; Sally barely managed to digest all that he had said, so it took a few moments to fully understand. She welled up with tears and she saw that having seen her tears, he was near to crying too.

"David, I don't want that either," she said slowly. "I never meant you to think it would be that way. I want us to make love. Properly. I want to show you how wonderful sex is and help you understand how a woman wants to be made love to. If you let me I will teach you and I promise you your first time will live with you forever. I can promise you will never forget it!"

Sally reached forward and kissed David on the lips. His lips remained hard and unresponsive, but he did not move away. She smiled at him, held his head gently in both of her hands; she stared deeply into his eyes and then cautiously kissed him again. He still did not respond.

"David kiss me," she said. "I promise I won't bite."

This time he responded and they shared a long passionate kiss. David could not believe how wonderful it felt, the wonderful wet softness of her mouth. He loved the taste of her lips, wondering if that was her lipstick he could taste. The whole thing was incredible. When she pulled away, she looked at him and noted with amusement how wide-eyed he was.

"See? Was that so bad?" she said gently and she moved forward to kiss him again and then once more. He moved his mouth to kiss her cheek and then her neck. He found kissing her neck such a turn on. When he had kissed her neck for a third time she gently pulled him away.

"So you see. Its not so bad making out with your dear old teacher is it?" She said and she gave him a peck on the forehead.

"I still don't know!" Said David, suddenly fearful that the kissing had made it seem like he would go through with the whole surrogacy plan. He got up and walked to the window and looked out. David's heart was racing and he was breathing fast. He was aware how huge his erection was and how a voice in his head was telling him to sleep with Sally, but he was absolutely terrified. He had never felt so confused in his whole life.

"How about we have a date?" Said Sally suddenly, cutting across his thoughts. She had been thinking hard about a way to break the tension in the air. "Tomorrow night? You can take me to the, Sons of the Night concert. I have tickets."

"That's my favorite band," he said surprised and relieved that the conversation somehow had become relatively normal. He took a long slow deep breath wishing his heart would slow down and his erection would go away. He felt like the bulge in his trousers must look huge and David wondered if Sally had noticed anything. She certainly seemed not to have.

"I know." she replied. "I love them too. Bring an overnight bag. We will go to the concert and you can stay here the night." He again wore that scared look. "Look David," she said holding him, "nothing is going to happen unless you want it to. Have the spare room. If we just come home and go to our own beds that's fine, if we have a kiss and a cuddle on the sofa again that would be lovely. It's up to you David. All that matters is we have a good time together."

"You don't expect me to have sex with you then?" Asked David unsure about whether he wanted her to say yes or no.

"David you need to agree the contract and also not to put too fine a point on it I need to be ovulating." she said, kissing him on the cheek. "Like I said, lets just have some fun and go on a sort of date." Then with a serious look on her face she continued, "Maybe you could agree the terms of the contract, but not sign it? No harm in that. If we are going to make love, it will have to be next week for me to be fertile."

"Ok," said David remembering his biology lessons about a woman's fertility and feeling relieved nature had removed the pressure for at least now. There was still a sense of disappointment within him that they were not going to sleep together and each hour that went by, that sense seemed to get bigger. Slowly he was fancying her more and more and he ached to touch her and to kiss her again.

Sally told him he was not to drive home after the wine he had had, and called him a taxi, suggesting that she pick him up for the concert at about five thirty tomorrow evening. They agreed to meet around the corner from his house. It would be a long drive to the concert and so they would need to start early. His car would then be at her house for the morning after the concert. When the taxi arrived Sally pulled him to her and they shared several more passionate kisses.

"Go on, you had better get out of here," she said grinning and pushing towards the hallway. Sally noted the look of disappointment on his face and the way he hung back hoping for one more kiss. After she had closed the front door on him, she spent several minutes with her back pressed against the door. Sally was thinking about how much David turned her on. She had always liked younger men, but she could not help wondering if she was doing the right thing. Also would he get cold feet again and not go through with it. It would be a big disappointment and not just to her, if she did not pull it off. Oh the responsibility of it all she said out loud, and laughed before heading off in search of some more wine. Remember this was meant to be fun she told herself.

Part four

David kept sneaking glances at the sleeping Sally as he drove them home from the concert. He had loved watching her in her short dress, dancing to the music. There was something so sexy in how she moved and he loved the way she kept grabbing him and rubbing up against his body and then kissing him. He had loved the music and had been so surprised at how into the songs Sally was. She appeared to know all the words. More than anything he had so loved being with her, especially when she had told him it had been a "great date" as they were leaving. He strode out of the arena so very happy. The pressures of helping her have a baby were forgotten for the moment. Sally thought as they walked that the idea of the concert had been spot on.

Sally had driven to the arena, but as they reached the car, she threw him the keys and told him to drive home. David loved the sense of being the alpha male that this gave him, and even more so that he got to drive her smart new Mercedes.

Now she sat beside him, with legs folded up onto the seat and her body twisted to the side so she was facing him. Her shoes were lying in the foot well of the car. At one point she had stirred in her sleep and her hand had stroked him arm.

"Are you ok, darling?" she whispered. "You don't mind driving?" David reassured her he was fine and told her to go back to sleep. A thrill coursed through him at being called darling. He wished he could slide his hands up her skirt; he was absolutely captivated by her legs, which were so close to him it was difficult not to be distracted. He moved the car from drive into sequential. Now he would have to manually work the gears. David managed to "accidently" touch her knee as he moved the lever forward to put the car into a higher gear. Her knee felt hard to the touch, but still his body tingled with electricity. When she didn't respond he braved another touch. The third time he reached out, Sally moaned in her sleep and turned away. He thought to himself, the women beside him had offered the chance to sleep with her, and he was trying daft tricks to touch her leg. Very stupid David he said to himself. He moved the lever back to automatic.

A few miles further down the road Sally stirred again, this time moving round to face him again, but folding herself up much tighter, so her knees were almost under her chin. David once again reached out and touched her knee and he immediately felt her hand on top of his. When he tried to remove his hand Sally pressed it tightly but he still managed to pull it away.

"Don't move, that was nice," she said and without opening her eyes she reached out and taking his hand in hers guided it up her skirt and onto her thighs. "Is that what you wanted to do?" she asked quietly.

"I have agreed the contract, with that lawyer," he replied quickly, surprised that he had blurted it out. "Its just needs signing now." Sally already knew this as her man dealing with the contract had e-mailed her, but she kept that to herself.

"Does that mean you will do it?" she said, suddenly opening her eyes, the excitement obvious. There was a long pause and it became clear he was not going to answer. She knew she had pushed too hard.

"Sorry," she said softly. "Lets stick to the date idea and having fun." She carefully turned herself round and extending a leg she pressed her foot on his groin and gently rubbed. David gasped in surprise as Sally giggled.

"Just don't crash," she said laughing, at the look on his face.

"I won't," said David. Loving both the touch of her foot, but also the way her legs were right in front of him now and if he looked quickly, he could see all the way up her skirt.

"David, would you like me to stop?" she said teasingly. "Perhaps it is too distracting? Or maybe you don't like it?"

"No." Said David. "Its fine. Honestly."

"Just fine, David? Is that all? I think you like the view up my skirt?" she said, moving her face so she was looking right at him.

"Yes," said David blushing and trying hard not to look back at her and show his embarrassment. The more he told himself not to go red, the more he believed he was turning scarlet.

So she continued to rub his groin with her foot, enjoying the way David gasped and the feeling of the hardening lump between his legs, as she stroked him. David continued to struggle to concentrate on the road. Eventually she moved her foot back.

"Sorry darling that gets a little uncomfortable after a while," she said. "Give me your hand again," and taking his hand she again put it up her skirt.

"Oh it looks like we are back home," she said and sure enough they had reached Sally's house. David quickly withdrew his hand and drove the car up the drive and parked it by the house. Sally told him not to say anything and grabbing him by the hand she led him into the house. He went to kiss her, but she moved her head away and she guided him into the lounge, making him stand by the sofa.

"Have you ever had a blowjob?" She said simply. He shook his head, his eyes opening wide as the words sunk in. "Well I think its time you did." She said flatly.

Sally smiling looked straight into his eyes, and without looking down, she began to unbuckle his belt. Next she undid his trousers and pulled them down with his boxer shorts. All the time she continued to look him straight in the eyes. Sally dropped to her knees in front of him, pulled his clothing right down and then ran her hands up and down the sides of his legs. His cock was already standing to attention in front of her face.

"Mmmmmmm you have a beautiful body David," she said. Her hands were running up and down the whole length of his legs with just her fingertips touching his skin. She looked up at him, and then a more serious look came over her face as she looked down, and focused on his cock.

Her left hand reached out, grasped his dick, taking it between her thumb and forefinger she lifted it up, before she also grabbed it with her other hand and then she began to stroke up and down his shaft.