The Touch Ch. 37

We were seated almost immediately and once the waitress had taken our order she seemed to relax a little although she was still not really offering up any line of conversation other than exchanging compliments on how well we both looked.

"So what are you doing home.... Are you staying with your mother?" I finally opened.

"Oh God, Jamie... you don't know... do you?" Her face took on an anxious expression, "Mum died three weeks ago....her funeral was last week..."

"Bloody hell, Jo... I am so, so, sorry... I really didn't know... what...?"

"It was a stroke, followed by an aneurism, the milkman found her on the floor of her kitchen after she hadn't taken the milk in for several days. By the time Debbie had driven me down from Cardiff she was in a coma and never recovered."

The waitress brought our wine, a half bottle of Portuguese Mateus Rose, and Jo paused until she left again.

"So what is happening now? Are you living at your mother's bungalow? Are you going back to Cardiff?" I stopped and held up my hand. "Sorry, too many questions... are you OK? That is the only one that really matters."

She smiled and took a sip of her wine. "Firstly, yes, I'm OK.... You know Mum and I were never that close, my Mum ceased to be there when I was ten, after the nervous breakdown, that alcoholic woman was just a stranger wearing my mother's body."

Debbie had explained to me once that Mrs. Robbins had been a school teacher, until about ten years ago when she had a nervous breakdown. After a while her husband left and then divorced her, and she had drifted into alcoholism. Joanna had virtually had to bring herself up and as a teenager had spent more time with Debbie and her parents than with her own mother. Everybody considered it a miracle that she had managed to excel at school and win a good place to read law and languages at Cardiff University.

"Secondly," she continued, "Mum's bungalow was only rented, that is where I have been this evening, handing the keys back to the landlord. Uncle David has been brilliant, he and Auntie Jane organised everything, the funeral, clearing the bungalow, dealing with the insurance; at least Mum had continued to pay her life insurance, which covered the cost of the funeral."

David and Jane Fowler were Debbie's parents who had moved from Salisbury to Maidenhead a couple of years ago. Joanna had often said that they were like a second family and treated her more like an adopted daughter than just their own daughter's friend.

"I have been staying with the Fowlers whilst everything was sorted out but I am going back to Cardiff tomorrow, Debbie went back a few days ago."

Our meals arrived and we set to with a gusto, I guess we were pretty famished. We had both ordered the duck with orange sauce, garden peas and a jacket baked potato followed by ice cream for Joanna and a slice of apple pie with custard for me.

"So how is Debbie?" I asked. It was a bit odd that she hadn't telephoned me for a while but then I guessed her course work kept her busy. Debbie and I had a good relationship, good friends with benefits, we enjoyed shagging each other but there were no commitments it was just pure fun.

Joanna had started to look happier and more cheerful but now a shadow passed across her face again. "I reckon that you don't know about Debbie either?" she started warily.

"What? Debbie is OK isn't she?"

"Oh yes, she is fine.... It's just... well, she has met this guy at Uni... they are very into each other ...." She studied my face looking for some sign that the news were hurtful I guess. "I told her she should call you and tell you ... you aren't upset are you?"

"Hell no," I laughed, "I love Debbie dearly...as a mate... we have had some real fun together but if she has found somebody she is happy with then I think that is great... tell her I am happy for her." I really meant it; Debbie was a great girl but we were never going to be anything but friends.

Jo looked relieved. "That's good, you will like Greg when you meet him. He is a sociology student the same as Debbie... he is nice... your sort of guy.... plays rugby."

"So are you two still sharing digs?"

"For the time being, at least...yes." She replied. "When we return after the summer break I guess it depends on whether Debbie and Greg want to move in together.... I am not sure that Uncle David is very keen on the idea, but Debbie is all grown up now.... I will just find a place on my own."

"Does that mean you are still unattached then?"

"No change there. Three degree courses do not leave much time for anything else." Joanna was very ambitious and terribly focused.

"You know there will still be a holiday job for you at the garden centre through the summer if you want it," I told her, "if you intend coming back to Salisbury that is."

"Thanks Jamie, you are a real friend... but I am off to Germany in a few days as an exchange student." German was one of Joanna's degree courses, along with Russian and British Law. "Then I shall try to get a job in London with a law firm as a legal assistant during the summer.... I need the experience as well as the money."

I had settled the bill and we had taken our coffees and found seats in the bar. "So are you going to be able to manage alright?" I didn't believe that anything would have changed much for Jo financially; her mother had never been able to contribute to her costs at university. "If you need help.....?"

"Thanks Jamie, but I am OK.... Really," she leaned over and gave me an affectionate kiss on the cheek. "Mum had a couple of thousand in her bank account and I have my grant... I will manage." She broke into a big smile, "Besides, I don't think that I am ready to become your kept woman.... not just yet." She chuckled, "Anyway, I'm two years older than you....wait until I am a well paid barrister and you can be my toy-boy."

We had finished our drinks and were leaving the building when I turned to her. "Have you got a car? I've brought the Land Rover into town, I wasn't sure if that car was yours or not...."

"Oh yes," she laughed, "The car.... It was Mum's car, I didn't even know that she still had it until we found the keys to a lock-up garage when we were clearing the house. It was a miracle that it still worked; Auntie Jane taxed and insured it for me... so at least I'm mobile." For moment she looked sad again. "There was nothing else at the bungalow that I wanted to keep that couldn't be carried away in a couple of bags, I guess that my new home is with Aunt Jane and Uncle David...they have said that I can have my room with them for as long as I need it."

I had followed her around the corner to where her car was parked on the opposite side of the road to mine. "So where are you staying tonight?"

"At Uncle David's caravan.... You know, where you and Debbie...." She grinned. Debbie and I had made good use of the big bed in that mobile home last winter. "Debs and I have been staying there whilst we cleaned up the bungalow."

"Will you be OK? If you don't want to be alone...." I started.

She burst out laughing and reached up to give me a kiss, her lips pressed against mine and held there for several seconds and I felt the tip of her tongue gently probing and then her mouth was soft and yielding and the kiss became full on.

"Are you offering me a sympathy shag?" she giggled.

"Yes, er no... I mean... just company...." I mumbled. "I wasn't trying to ...."

"I said once that we don't have to fuck every time we see each other, but.... this is one of the times when we do...OK!" She opened the car door and got in then leaned out of the window, "I am going back to the caravan... to bed... if you don't follow me I shall never speak to you again, Jamie Riley!" She started up and turned out into the road and away.

I followed.

The last time that I was at the caravan park was just after Christmas, most of the site had been closed up and none of the static vans near to the Fowler's were occupied; a good thing as Debbie was a seriously noisy shag. This time as I parked by the side of the caravan I noticed that the lighting was on along the pathways and quite a lot of the vans had lighted windows; I could see a couple of men walking dogs at the far side of the field.

Joanna's car was already there and she opened the door as I approached and closed it behind me. "I haven't even tried to make coffees," she laughed, "The kettle never gets to boil before you drag me off to ravish me.... but I've got this!" She held up a bottle of red wine, it was actually quite a decent Medoc. Jo never used to drink very much but I approved of her choice.

The interior of the caravan was much as I remembered it except that the large double bed that Debbie used in the main room was folded away, and I guessed that Joanna was using the smaller cabin which had been hers during the winter holidays when she was living there with Debbie. The door was open and I could see the bed with a folded back duvet and her red silk Chinese design dressing gown draped over the end.

Joanna reached a couple of sensibly stable looking tumblers from an overhead cupboard and started towards the bedroom. "Come on.... It's time for you to show me some of that sympathy..." she chuckled. I kicked off my shoes and followed her.

There was very little room at the side and end of the bed but we weren't proposing holding a dance... within seconds our clothes were in a heap on the floor and we were standing at the side of the bed our mouths together, our tongues writhing and our hands sweeping over each others naked bodies, my prick was a rigid staff trapped between us as our hips gyrated and our loins humped urgently at each other.

My hands found her small breasts and my fingers squeezed and tugged the tiny nipples into firm pink buttons until both were standing erect; then roamed over her belly and down to cover her pussy, the heel of my hand gently rubbing and caressing her Mound of Venus and drawing the tip of my finger lightly up and down her pussy lips without penetrating. My finger tip sought and found her small, swollen clitoris, and she gasped loudly as I rubbed it gently, the little ball already floating in a sea of her warm juices which were starting to make my fingers slick.

"Sympathy...NOW!" she moaned against my throat and drew me down onto the bed to lay beside her, her lips gently nibbling at my throat and chest.

Joanna's urgency was infecting me and my single thought was to be inside her as quickly as possible. I manoeuvred myself over her until I was between her wide open thighs and felt her legs wrap around me, her heels locked around my thighs and tugging me towards her waiting pussy. Then her hand was between us and her delicate fingers were drawing my prick towards the warmth that I could feel from her pussy and I gasped as the gentle squeezing pressure of her fingers made my erection even harder and the glans throb with the need to release. Then I was pushing into the hot, tight entrance to her vagina and I lowered my whole body weight down onto her small body and thrust slowly forward until I felt my whole length inside her moist, receptive love tunnel.

"Oh yes. Oh God yes!" She whispered and locked her legs even more firmly around mine and started to gently move beneath me, each tiny thrust causing her tight pussy to squeeze my prick causing the glans to throb and urging me closer and closer to eruption. We lay there our bodies entwined slowly and gently humping at each other for a long time our mouths locked together, our tongues imitating the thrusting of our bodies.

Suddenly she pulled her mouth away from mine and thrust her fingers deep into my hair, her breath was coming in deep gasps, "Oh God... it won't stop... "she moaned, "please, make it stop....!" Her hand moved down my back and I felt them grasp and squeeze my buttocks and her slender legs were jerking and twitching. Her vagina was gripping my rock hard prick like a velvet vice the walls throbbing with a steady pulse that was pumping me towards climax.

We were laying very still except for her spasms, my erection rammed deep inside her. I needed to release, I could feel my jiz trying to force its way up my prick but held back by the tightness of her vagina's grip around me. I started to draw back a bit.

"Oh fuck, NO! NO! NO!" She moaned, "Don't move it...leave it there... "

Then suddenly, like a dam bursting something seemed to give inside her and my prick was flooded with hot fluid and she bucked beneath me, hard, almost expelling me from inside her.

"Aaaaaaah! Oh My God," Her hand came up to cradle her temples, "Oh fuck.... My head... What have you done....?" Tears were running down her cheeks and her eyes were rolled up and she was panting like a marathon runner.

My balls, my pubes and thighs were all soaked with her cum and the bed beneath us was a soggy puddle. I had only experienced female ejaculation once before but I guessed from her reaction that for Joanna this was the first time it had happened.

I pushed back into her. It took only a single thrust and I was adding my cum to the river of fluid as I jacked into her in long hard streams. We both collapsed limply my prick sliding out of her spilling the last drops of my jiz onto her already soaked belly.

We lay there locked together, sticky with our combined juices, it seemed to be a regular feature of shagging with Joanna that we got each other in a wet sticky mess.

After a while her panting stopped and her eyes focused on mine. "Oh bloody hell, Jamie... what was that?" She gasped. "I've never had an orgasm that intense, my whole body seemed to be throbbing and I thought my head was going to explode." Her face split with a wide happy smile, "That was so awesome!"

I climb up to kneel on the bed and got the bottle of wine and the tumblers from the bedhead shelf and pour one for each of us.

"Shit Jamie! Look what you have done to the bed..." she exclaimed as she suddenly realised the mess that both of us and the bed were in.

I just laughed and handed her a glass of wine, "Not me." I said simply and pointed to her in silent condemnation.

"Oh God.... Did I do that.... really?" She seemed genuinely, totally surprised. "Did I really...er.... what do they call it? Ejaculate... er.... squirt."

"Yes, you really did. Everywhere." I chuckled.

We finished our glasses of wine and then each took a shower, separately, there really was not room for two of us in that tiny shower compartment at the same time and then I sat and smoked a cigarette in the main room whilst she changed the bedding and replaced the bottom sheet with a couple of thick bath towels.

"Just in case," she giggled, "Now come back to bed.... I need more sympathy.... Lots more sympathy."

When her alarm clock went off at six the next morning we both struggled to surface from a sleep brought on from sheer exhaustion. I hadn't conceived that anybody could need so much sympathy, so often and for so long. But Jo had!

Joanna used the bathroom first whilst I made coffee and tea and then I, in turn, showered and dressed. She packed the sheets and towels into a blue plastic laundry service bag which she would drop off at the site office on the way out.

We stood by her car to say good bye and shared a final deep kiss. "I will telephone you sometime next week before I go to Germany," she said and then stepped up close and put her arms around me and laid her head on my shoulder. "Thank you, Jamie... for being there when I needed you..."

"That's what friends are for," I grinned.

"Come over to Cardiff to visit me in the autumn," she said leaning out of her car window for a final kiss, "if I move into new digs on my own, I shall be lonely and need lots of sympathy..."

No one else had arrived when I got back to the garden centre and there was no sign of movement at Maggie's house. Nobody would know that I hadn't spent the night on the staff room couch and I didn't think that anybody was likely to ask.

I had shared sex with five different women in the last week and I felt great about it. I remembered something that a well known gourmet had once said, "Eating makes you hungry" to explain why he was always ready for another meal... I thought that sex was very similar, the more you had, the more you wanted, and I still had a good appetite.

Saturday turned out to be out of those really unseasonably hot Spring Days that you sometimes get about the middle of May and which makes you cross your fingers and wish for a continuance of the good weather through the coming summer months.

Gwen and Maggie had taken Nicci and the three girls over to Bath on a final shopping trip before going to France and I spent the day at the garden centre minding the telephone and generally pottering about mingling with customers and trying to keep the deliveries diary up to date. The warm and sunny weather had provoked a major rush of customers who wanted to get working in their gardens over the week-end and prompted many more to think about their gardening needs for the coming summer months.

The two new staff members, Benson and Libby had started work that day and both proved to be excellent with the customers. I had teamed Benson up with Kitty for the day and Libby spent the morning with me and the afternoon with Mikey. Between us we managed to sell five substantially priced greenhouses, a whole raft of plastic water butts and several of the new green plastic conical composters which were proving very popular and had many benefits over the old fashioned galvanised steel compost bins; as well as a significant volume of plants, shrubs and trees of all varieties.

"I suppose that you expect me to work all bloody day on Sunday to get another five hundred plants into pots and trays for Monday... don't you?" Jack had grumbled when I visited the greenhouses in the afternoon.

"Of course not... Sunday is your day off... besides, it would have been Maggie's turn to do the week-end watering this week...so I shall be doing it instead." I knew he was just playing the grumpy yokel.

"Well bugger you... I goin' to come in and do it anyway.... An' I don't want payin' no overtime either.... " He growled, but I could hear the laughter bubbling beneath the surface of his words. "That way you gets to feel guilty....an' I gets a day away from the missus... so there!" He stumped off whistling cheerfully. I knew that he would rather be in his greenhouses than anywhere... I would pay him double time for coming in on Sunday, although he really would have done it for free if I had let him.

As we had so many large orders stacked up Steve had volunteered to take Mikey and make a round of early evening deliveries with the lorry before leaving off, so that customers could have their plants and equipment for Sunday, which was a real bonus for everybody. That day convinced me more than ever of the very real commitment and loyalty of the whole work force.

Benson, the new guy, was shortish about 5' 7", and rather chubby looking, which was deceptive as up close you immediately realised that a lot of that chub was actually muscle and he was very strong, able to lift sacks of compost and sand with an ease that made me feel a bit of a wimp, and I considered myself a very strong lad. He had a broad pleasant face covered in freckles and curly ginger hair which made him look a lot younger than his 18 years and a bubbly, chuckling sense of humour that immediately put everybody, staff and customers alike at their ease, it made him a very effective salesman.

"I recognised him from the fitness centre," Kitty told me later, "He is an amateur boxer, you know... quite a good one as well, won a couple of junior belts. You should see him pump iron.... Almost as good as me...almost... " She laughed. I believed her. Kitty was very attractive and very feminine but she was also muscular and bloody strong with it.