The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 10

"I know. You've just got to learn how to recognise the difference."

"Life's very complicated."

"Only for you."

Chapter 4

I read the Sunday paper at the kitchen table in between shelling peas, slicing runner beans and drinking tea.

I needed to think. Jenny had told me that they wanted her to stay on at University and study for her Masters degree if, as expected, she took a first next summer. They didn't ask me too.

Well you couldn't in economics.

But what was I to do?

I had a place waiting for me in my Fathers firm of Accountants but did I really want that?

I didn't want to live down there whilst Jenny stayed in Bristol, only seeing her at weekends.

Should I apply to work for a Bristol based firm? I could hardly go and say I only want to work for a year. Jenny had her mind set on teaching in a small village primary School. I pointed out that an MA in English and modern languages would be wasted on five to eleven year olds. She has been pondering this for a week or two now.

What were we going to do?

I heard the car pull up outside and went to open the front door.

Jenny and Shirley were getting out of the car. Jenny in her jeans and T-shirt and Shirley in a dress that stopped at mid-thigh. Shirley turned and bent over to reach something on the back seat giving me a full view of her white knickers as they disappead between the cheeks of her ass. Jenny coughed. I looked up into the air.

Shirley handed me a bottle of wine as we went back into the house. Jenny was carrying a bunch of flowers.

"You never buy me flowers." She said.

"I do." I protested.

"Twice."

"Don't start arguing again, you two." Shirley said. "It's too nice a day."

She was right it was but she was also right that Jenny and I were arguing a lot recently. If outsiders were noticing we needed to talk about it. We had both changed since our trips to Cyprus and the Nile. I realised that. I'd sometimes catch her staring out of the window, lost in thought. What was she thinking about, Linda?

I had never mentioned her affair with Linda although it had often preyed on my mind. Thinking back I realised that I had been blind to what had been going on between them. The signs were there for everybody to see. I thought of some of the comments passed by Lee-Anne, Martine and Patsy, even Jerez. They all knew but I had to stumble upon them together in bed before I did.

The strange thing was I didn't feel threatened by it. It would have destroyed me if it had been a man. With Mike it had been a one off and she had been drunk. I could live with that. I didn't like having to, but I could.

But what if she ever found out about my own affairs? I didn't want to have anyone but her. It was just that things seemed to happen to me. I liked women. I liked the way Shirley looked now. Long legs, ass cheeks just right for holding. She could make some man very happy. She could make me. No. Stop it.

Jenny came in to the front room with three mugs of tea on a tray and placed it on the coffee table. She sat on the arm of my chair so I squeezed an ass cheek then let my hand rest on her hip.

"I'm going to ring the hair-dresser in Taunton and see if we can get an appointment with mine on Friday afternoon."

We were leaving for Somerset after our Friday morning lectures.

"No harm in asking." I said looking at Shirley's thighs. Sitting on the sofa the hem of her dress hardly covered her knickers.

Stop it. I squeezed Jenny's ass again.

"Right." Jenny stood up. "We have work to do so you go and watch the beef."

"It's got at least two hours left."

"A lot can happen in two hours and if you come with us you'll only muck about and nobody will get any work done."

"Alright."

"I'm sorry if we're messing you about, Paul." Shirley smiled at me.

I thought back to the time I'd seen her on her hands and knees in the back of the Mini-bus with Steve moving in and out of her fanny. I wondered whom he was bringing to the wedding.

"Oh it's alright." I said standing up. "I'm used to it."

"You poor, hard done by little thing." Jenny said, kissing me on the cheek. "Now go on and be a good boy."

"Yes, Miss." I was helping her practice to become a teacher.

I went back into the kitchen and my newspaper.

I heard the door to the attic open and close. We had moved the office from the spare bedroom to the attic room where we would have more space and bought a single bed, wardrobe, dressing table and bedside table for what was now our guest bedroom. The room was half the size of our bedroom and the bed was comfortable. Well it was when Jenny and I tried it out for size and back support.

I'd enjoyed that. Jenny on her back with her legs open wide. Her fanny lips slightly open inviting my entry. I'd had to kiss them. Swirl my tongue around inside them. Then I moved up the bed and Jenny guided my prick inside her. She'd wrapped her legs around me as I pumped in and out of her. Making little gurgling sounds in the back of her throat She had beat me to coming by three thrusts.

As we remained joined together afterwards she said.

"I hope you didn't enjoy that. It was supposed to be a scientific study into the suitability of this bed for shagging."

"It works alright for me." Was my contribution to the study.

"I don't think you were taking this seriously."

"Well then." I could feel my prick growing inside her. "We'll just have to repeat the experiment."

I'd moved slowly in and out. She lifted up her mouth to be kissed.

"Yes." She moaned. "It will need a long slow study this time."

"I'll do my best."

I kept up a slow steady rhythm for as long as I could then the feelings came over me and I speeded up.

She gasped. Grunted and came. I quickened. Faster. Building up. I was almost there. Her fanny was gripping me like a vice. I was there.

She smiled up at me.

"I think that was a thorough test." She kissed my nose and I pulled from her.

I switched the kettle back on and looked at my watch. A quarter to eleven. I opened the back door and walked around the back garden.

I smiled to myself as I remembered the scene at breakfast on the boat on the Nile.

Jenny was dressed only in my shirt when we had come on board after getting help to recover the Police car and

driving along the coast until we had overtaken the boat then followed it slowly until we found a place for it to pull in.

Linda had thrown herself at us as we came on board and followed us to our cabin whilst we changed.

I could see she had been crying. Realisation that her lover, Hamed, was dead must have finally hit her. She looked as if she hadn't slept.

Lee-Anne had come in and checked us both over with Jerez, to whom I gave the necklace from the Temple, and then led the way to breakfast.

Strangely, considering the exertions of some the previous evening, breakfast was well attended.

Despite the number of people there, most seemed to be avoiding eye contact. Certainly amongst the Temple party.

I was sitting there with a smile of self-rightedness on my face then the remembrance of Patsy riding my prick and Lee-Anne my mouth and then fucking Linda as part of Jerez's ceremony came back to me.

I looked around sheepishly, avoiding eye contact.

Jerez had made a number of phone calls later that morning from the police station we'd stopped at on the way up river and the cruise for some of us was over. Bussed back to Luxor, then the Temple, then on to Cairo. Stopping in small Hotels. Then finally on the plane back to England. And after all that I didn't get to visit the Pyramids.

I could see the kitchen windows steaming up and returned to turn the electric kettle off. We had to get one with an automatic cut out. It had almost boiled dry one time whilst I was shagging Jenny on the kitchen table.

I made more tea and took them both up a mug. I noticed how all my books had been stacked on the shelves of the bookcase. I was in danger of losing my desk.

I went back to the kitchen and finished my paper. Then into the living room and picked out some tunes on the piano my mother had had installed when we had been in Cyprus.

I heard the toilet flushing upstairs and footsteps on the stairs. I looked at my watch. Twelve fifteen.

Jenny and Shirley came into the kitchen. Jenny had had the dresses she had taken to Egypt for our cruise up the Nile shortened on our return and she wore one now.

She looked into the oven filling the room with the smell of roasting beef. She took a meat skewer from the cutlery drawer and pushed it into the meat. Pulling it out she looked at the juices coating it and said.

"Perfect."

Switching off the gas she lifted the meat in its tray onto the top of the cooker with her oven gloves.

"We'll let it rest there while you take us to the pub for an hour." She hung up her oven gloves on their hook by the back door. "Come on. You know they shut at two."

We walked down the hill to the junction arms linked. Crossing the road we walked up to the pub.

"Public bar or lounge?" I asked as we entered the front door.

"Oh. Lounge I think today." Jenny said. "We're not dressed for the scrum in there on a Sunday."

"Gets a bit full does it?" Shirley asked as I held open the lounge door.

"Both bars do really." I said.

The girls found a table by the window whilst I collected the drinks. Bill, the Landlord, pulled me a pint and poured two cokes for the girls. I could see into the crush at the public bar from where I stood. I recognised the ass cheeks of Cheryl, the barmaid, and got waved at by Jim and Andy. I nodded back and concentrated on the ass cheeks of Cheryl. My change arrived and I went back to our table.

There was a lot of thigh on display. I felt my prick twitch as I sat down. The ass cheeks of Cheryl still fresh in my mind.

"Who were you nodding too?" Jenny asked, holding my hand under the table.

"Only Jim and Andy."

"Oh. Those two."

She wasn't too sure about them visiting our house now that she knew they were gay. I wasn't too sure about it myself.

We'd had them around for supper once because she liked the effect they'd had on me last time they came. Then she worked out their relationship to each other and didn't suggest their coming a second time.

They didn't try anything else with me again and they could be good company to talk too so I didn't feel uncomfortable in their company. Just not in my house.

Jenny and Shirley were still full of the plans for the wedding. They were going out with Jane on the Friday night as a number of us were going to go out with John to the local village pub. We were under strict instructions not to get him drunk. As if we would.

I finished my beer and went to bar to get a second. Cheryl served. Her face flushed from her efforts behind the bar on a hot day. One button of her blouse unbuttoned more then was absolutely necessary. I didn't mind. I enjoyed the view. Creamy white with a single dark brown spot on the top of one.

She noticed my stare.

"You had your chance." She smiled.

"It wasn't my fault." I protested. "How's John?"

"Fine thanks."

She handed me my change and bounced back into the main bar. Flicking her short skirt from side to side for, I was sure, my benefit.

I missed out there. Still I'd got Jenny back.

"Was that Cheryl you were talking too?" Jenny asked as soon as I sat down.

"Yes." I replied.

"Who's she?" Shirley asked.

Cheryl can't have been serving on the couple of nights she came out for a drink with us.

"The barmaid." Jenny spoke with venom. "Throws herself at anybody in trousers."

I wasn't just anybody.

"I know the type." Shirley nodded.

"Going to the toilet." I said standing up. I liked Cheryl but I knew I'd regret it if I tried to defend her.

I stood at the long urinal and pulled my prick. An old man left then the door behind me opened to admit some more people from the public bar. I didn't turn to see who it was, concentrating on my pissing instead.

Two people stood close on either side of me.

"Bigger than I remember." I looked at Andy.

"It was a lot bigger than that when you had finished with him." Jim spoke on my other side.

They both took their pricks out. I couldn't help myself, I looked.

"See. I told you he wants it." Andy said, stroking himself.

They had both had more than a few drinks.

I shook off the drips and was about to put it away when Andy reached across and held it.

"Let it go." I said. But only made a half hearted effort to try and remove his hand.

He stroked me and Jim squeezed one of my ass cheeks, his fingers worming their way into my crevice.

"Please stop."

I knew I should push them both away, hit them even. But I didn't.

"We must come around one night when Jenny's out." Andy said, stroking my growing prick faster. "What's a good night?"

I was about to say Tuesday. She and Shirley drove to Bath for a series of evening talks, when the outer door to the toilets opened and I stepped back from the urinal stuffing my erect prick inside my trousers.

A middle-aged man with greying hair entered. I said excuse me and stood to one side to let him pass.

"Well?" Andy said over his shoulder. "What night."

I almost hesitated.

"Thanks but no thanks." I said and opened the first door.

"We'll see."

Andy called as I shut the door behind me.

I went back and sat down next to Jenny. I put my arm around her and kissed her on the lips.

"What brought this on?"

She looked at me.

"Nothing." I squeezed her thigh under the table. "I just fancied it."

"Well, you will have to wait because Shirley's staying for lunch, remember?"

"I didn't mean I wanted that." I tried to explain.

"Oh. You don't want me?"

"Yes. I do."

She could always tie me up in knots.

"Never mind, Paul." She smiled sadly. "I know what you want."

Chapter 5

I sat in my armchair that evening. A mug of tea on the floor by my side, a half-decent film on the TV for once and Jenny on my lap.

I had one arm around her back and her head rested on my shoulder. She shifted her weight slightly and a bone in her ass dug into my leg.

"Ow." I moved my legs.

"What's wrong?" She looked up and kissed my jawbone.

"You've got a bony ass." I complained.

"I could put on some weight and get fat."

"No I like you as you are."

She pulled my head to hers and kissed me on the lips.

"Hmm." She murmured, pulling away.

"I think I would like a June wedding." She counted the fingers on the hand of mine she held on her lap.

"Bit late for this year."

"Not this year."

"Next?"

"Are you proposing?"

"I thought I already had."

"Not formally."

"Do you want me to go down on my knees."

"Going down sounds nice."

I was losing interest in the film.

"If that's what you want?"

"What?"

"For me to go down on you."

"Don't say it like that. You don't make arrangements in advance. You have to be spontaneous about it."

I started undoing the buttons at the back of her dress.

"Hmm." She looked at me. "Think I'll get too hot?"

"We can't take chances with your health."

"I'm glad you have my well being at heart." She slipped her arms through the straps.

I reached behind her and unhooked her bra. It fell forward. Her nipples were already hard. I sucked one into my mouth running my hands down her back, pushing her dress down over her hips. She lifted her ass and I pulled it down and off with her knickers.

I sucked slowly on her other nipple then back to the first one.

I made love bite sucking movements on the top, sides and underneath of each one. Not sucking hard enough to redden the skin before moving on.

Her fingers were running through my hair, her legs were opening and closing. I lifted my face to hers and kissed her.

She closed her eyes.

I kissed her neck, licked her ear. Ran my hands down her sides. One under her thighs. The other behind her back.

I struggled to my feet, almost dropping her.

On the films they make it look so easy.

I turned around and plonked her backside on the seat of the chair. I was about to make a remark about her putting on weight but the look on her face made me not want to break the spell.

I knelt down and opened her legs.

The smell of aroused woman hit me. Musty, fishy. Wonderful.

I lowered my mouth to her open lips and sucked each in turn into my mouth. Holding them apart with the fingers and thumb of one hand I pushed my tongue as far up inside her as I could. She made a sound.

I slipped my other hand under my chin and tickled the soft, hairy skin between her two holes. Another sound.

I moved up to her clit, replacing my tongue inside her with a finger, which I worked in and out.

More sounds. Inarticulate. You wouldn't think she was taking a degree in English.

Not a good time to bring the subject up so I concentrated my tongue on extracting further sounds from her.

I licked around her clit then traced a path through her pubic hairs up to her navel.

I licked it, then kissed it.

She raised her legs and placing the back of her thighs on my shoulders pushed my head back down. I resisted for a second bringing a gasp of frustration from her and I think she called me a bugger.

I moved back down, through her pubic hair back to her lips still moving my finger slowly in and out of her.

She dug her fingers into my scalp and pulled on my head to bring it back up until my mouth was against her clit.

Was that what she wanted? She only had to ask.

I sucked it from its hood then flicked it from side to side with the tip of my tongue.

Her breath seemed to catch in the back of her throat and I felt every muscle in her body tense. Was this the time to ask what was for supper. No. I licked her clit hard taking her over the top. It had been a long time since I had heard her cry out loud in orgasm. I felt a glow go through me. I had done something for her that I hoped no other man would ever do.

Her thighs tightened around my head, squeezing tight.

I felt her body relax. I stood up and looked down on her. Legs spread wide, fanny lips open, glistening with my saliva. Beads of sweat on her brow. A flush on her face.

Perhaps this was the time to ask?

"What's for supper?"

She sat up and unzipped my trousers.

"I know what I'm having."

Chapter 6

I awoke with a hard on. I turned over and reached out for Jenny. She wasn't there. I looked at the alarm clock. Seven ten. Twenty minutes before it was due to go off. Plenty of time for a fuck. If only Jenny was there.

I swung my legs out of the bed and switched the alarm clock off. I wouldn't need it now, I was up. Well I hoped I soon would be. I could feel my prick throbbing, demanding relief. I stroked it. It felt good so I did it again.

I heard the toilet flush, the door open and footsteps heading down the stairs.

Needed investigating, this.

I walked naked to the top of the stairs and listened. Nothing. No, wait. I could hear the rattle of teacups.

I knew where she was. What would be needed would be a frontal assault with no prisoners taken and no quarter offered. My prick, which had been deflating started to grow again. It was fully hard by the time I reached the kitchen door.

Jenny was dressed in her flannelette bath robe at the kitchen sink looking out over the part of the back garden we could see around the side of the outside toilet and utility room. I stood close behind her, put my arms around her waist and pulled her ass back against my prick. She smiled when she felt it and turned her head to be kissed.

I pulled undone the bow in the cord around he waist and cupped both breasts in my hands.

"We have a lot to do this morning." She whispered, breathlessly.

"I know." I replied slipping her robe off her shoulders, letting it fall to the ground and turning her to face me.