You are Definitely Going to Hell Ch. 05

Hi, and welcome to part 5 of Robert Johnson adventures.

Once again, I would like to thank you for your kind words and your constructive criticism. I do read each one and take on board what you say.

I also want thank Ian D for his editing and quick turn around.

Apologies to the readers who are waiting on my other stories. They won't be much longer. Going to Hell just seems to write itself.

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We left part 4 with Robert back at University. Jin visits, and he meets Maria for the first time. Maria is so impressed with Roberts performance, she introduces him to her single friends and they form The Club. We left the it where Rob had just agreed to look after the girls needs until they find a suitable boyfriend.

All sexually active characters are over the age of 18 years.

Please sit back, relax and enjoy.........

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It's the weekend after the girls propositioned me, and I'm on my way to the same parcel office where Jin picked up the backdrops that are on my wall. I haven't ordered anything, so I am wondering what I'm picking up.

As I wait in the queue with my card from the delivery guy saying it was too big to deliver, my mind drifts to my life.

I've had a repeat visit from each Tracy while the rest get themselves tested. This time they came over separately. The Tracys got tested Tuesday afternoon, but we figure that even If they've already got an STD, they've already given it to me. Before you ask, yes, I was tested Wednesday morning.

I was having a bit of a low-key birthday until Maria found out on the day. The girls took me out for a curry in the local Chinese, and then Maria took me home and screwed my brains out, which is new for me.

"Can I help you?" A woman asks me from behind the counter. I hand her the card with a smile; she looks at the card and shouts, "Harry, can you come here, please?"

A large middle-aged man walks around the corner with a mug in his hand. "What do you need?"

"This chap has come for the coffin," she replies, smiling.

"The coffin?" I ask bemused.

She looks back at me. "You'll see," she says as I follow Harry through the double doors. We walk around the corner, and he points to a large wooden crate that looks just like a coffin from a western or the Victorian age.

"Shit, how will I get that in my car?" I say out loud.

Harry laughs. "That's your problem, but you can back your car here, and I'll help you open it. Hopefully, the contents will fit.

I nod and reverse my car into the loading bay doors. When I get back to the box, Harry has left a crowbar sitting on top. I set about prying the lid off as a couple of workers come over to see if it has a body inside.

As the splintered wood yields its contents, there's an audible groan as the contents are individually wrapped in foam cloths.

"It's a mummy," someone shouts.

I pick up the note that's been placed on top.

'Dear Rob,

I have sent you a token of our appreciation for your help and discretion with our little problem you solved for us.

Yours always,

Jin'

"Sorry, guys, to disappoint. It's computer gaming things sent as a gift." I load the things into my car, still wrapped for ease of transport. There is loads of it, and it not only fills the boot but the back seat.

It takes me two hours to unload the car and put it in my room. I'm knackered by the time I've finished. I undo a couple of the parcels out of curiosity. The first is packed with games. I'm talking about special editions and collector's items. Next is a special edition Master system, all boxed up and unopened. I'm tempted to unwrap the rest, but I don't have time. I have several priority programs to sort out and am now behind.

I am doing a lot of gaming work at the moment. Most of the programs I am checking through are for software companies. They also want me to put my stamp on the graphics. I often take a couple of weeks a time to improve the gameplay. My reputation is growing, and gaming companies worldwide are turning to me to solve their most difficult and irritating problems. Paul has trebled my fee, put extra on the use of my name and they still keep coming.

I am holding a letter from Jenny in my hand. I had yet to hear from her and had half expected her to phone me when she missed my visit to Tesco. As soon as I opened the letter, I knew something was different. First of all, there is only one sheet of paper. The second thing was that it had no little drawn pictures that she normally doodles.

I take a deep breath and read the first line. In big capital letters, Jenny wrote, "WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?" as I read through the letter, she made it very clear that she had wanted Nathanial to pick her up and that I had no right talking to her friend about her. The letter isn't even in code, which is strange.

"Shit," I say to myself. "This doesn't sound like the Jenny I know." I am physically shocked. I put the letter back in its envelope. "I will deal with this later," I say, trying to think what to do.

I do have something to take my mind off the Jenny problem. This weekend Liz will be coming up for her first visit. We had a long talk on the phone about the latest development with the girls, and she offered to get tested immediately. For some reason, the UK tests only take forty-eight hours, whereas the Scottish ones take up to a week.

I'm still waiting to hear from Charlie; I will phone her Aunty if I have not heard from her by Sunday. On the bright side, Bec called, and she seems a little better. She's looking forward to Easter and is no longer officially going out with Tommy Lee. I can't say I am sorry that's over. Don't get me wrong, if Bec found Mr. Right, I would be happy for her, but Tommy Lee was nothing but bad news.

So here I am, standing at the station, waiting for my latest visitor. It's not long until her train pulls in, and I see the blonde bombshell get off.

I'm into double figures now, and out of all the girls, she is the most athletic and the one that wears me out. Her body fits her perfectly. She's the only girl I know without an ounce of fat on her. Her tits are small but fit her physique perfectly. The smile on her face as she spots me is infectious, and she's blonde.

"Rooooobbbbb," she calls. I smile at her enthusiasm.

Liz launches herself at me as soon as she is in range. Her kiss is full of excitement and expectation as we stand in the busy railway station, making out.

The moment we break to catch a breath, I lean back, "how are you, Liz?"

"Now I am here, happy. I have missed your weekly visits."

"Feeling horny then?"

"You bet; take me home and fuck my brains out, Rob," Liz says in a not-very-quiet voice.

The train station is a ten-minute walk from the flat, and I am dragged into the bedroom the moment we are back. Liz has always been my most adventurous lover, and this weekend looks no different. We make love to start and then out and out sex twice before we break for something to eat.

At around seven-thirty, Liz and I are sat in the lounge with a cup of tea when Len surprisingly comes home to change. "Hey, Len, this is a rare honor to see you home."

"So I see," he says, eyeing Liz's bare legs.

"Shit, sorry, Len. Len, this is Liz. Liz, my flat-mate Len who is rarely home these days."

"Pleasure to meet you, Len," Liz says, offering a hand.

"Likewise," he replies. "I'm always surprised at the girl's Rob has here......you know."

"Fucks?" Liz asks.

Len is stunned for a second but recovers. "Yes, as good word as any. I hear he's rather good at it."

"I haven't traveled up on the train for three pumps and done." Then she looks back at me. "Ready for round two?"

"Always," I say. I look at Len. "It's a hard life."

"Will be in a minute," he quips before disappearing into his room. "I'm just home for a shower and change of clothing. Should be out of your hair in ten," he shouts.

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Liz gets up and puts our cups in the sink before pulling me to my feet and leading me back to bed. The second part of the night, surprisingly, was less manic. Liz climbs on top straight away, gets me hard with her mouth, and slowly makes love to me."

There is something a little different about this, and when we were cuddled up chatting, I found out why. "Rob?" Liz says, laying on my chest, running her fingertips around my nipple.

"MMmmmyeah?"

"You know I joined the local athletics club?" She says, sounding a little worried.

"Yes, how's that going? Any prospective partners?"

"Three," she says.

"Three? So, why are you here?" I ask.

"Still trying to work out which one I want to ask me out. Plus, a girl has needs, you know."

"So, what are you saying?"

"I'm just forewarning you about the possibility of me suddenly not being able to travel up." She looks up into my eyes. "How's your love life up here?"

"Looking up," I say. "A couple of girls seem to want some no-strings fun."

Liz looks at me with narrowed eyes. "A couple?"

"Okay, five. They are all friends and in need of....Rob's TLC."

"I'm pleased; I was worried I would leave you short. You are okay with me looking for someone still, right?"

"Liz, we were always going to be temporary so that you can find the right guy. I am always here for you if you need me."

"Sounds like you don't need me," she says, sounding a little disgruntled.

I smile, "there will always be room for you in my single life."

Liz smiles and snuggles back down. She seems happier and more positive about her prospects now. "Thanks, Rob. You realise you will be hard to forget."

"You're not the first person to tell me this, but I don't think I fill that void totally."

"Rob, you are by far the best lover I have had. I will miss that tongue of yours. The only thing we lack is love; there isn't that connection. We are compatible sexually, and you are a great guy, but I need more." Liz kisses me and then lays her head back down.

"Liz, I genuinely care about you, and I will be happy for you when you find the right guy. If this is our last time together, then that's the way it is. You have been my best physical lover, and I know what you are talking about. Love makes a big difference in many of the non-physical parts of sex."

"That's one thing that makes you such a good lover; you genuinely care for the person you are with. Although I don't feel loved by you, I feel desired and needed. That's where you beat everyone, hands down."

I smile, "I like the way everyone tries to analyze me. In reality, I am just myself."

Liz looks up at me again. "Please don't change. You are a very special man; whatever lady finishes up with you is the luckiest bitch in the world."

We lay in bed chatting for a while. Liz tells me about Jill's new baby, and I tell Liz about the girls wanting sex before Liz falls asleep. Her rhythmic breathing soon sends me off.

Saturday, we are up and showered and had made our way down to The Cafe for breakfast and real coffee. As we finish the incredibly cooked breakfast, Maria walks in with Dawn. Both girls smile, and I lean into Liz and say. "Maria and Dawn," as they disappear around the corner to order.

Liz's eyes go wide. "Those two that just walked in?" I nod to her question. "Now I'm not worried about leaving. Maria is ver......" She stops as they both come back into view.

"Hey, Rob," Maria says, beaming. "And you must be Liz. Rob never mentioned how beautiful and fit you are. Maybe you can give me some tips to get rid of any excess."

Maria leans over and kisses me, followed shortly by Dawn. "Hey," she says as our lips part.

"Hello Maria, Dawn. A pleasure to meet the ladies that will be taking over from me." Liz says, smiling at both. "As for exercise," Liz shakes her head. "Maria, you have an incredible physique; if you want to do something, go swimming with Rob in the mornings. That will keep you trim."

"You sound like this will be your last visit, Liz," Maria says as she sits beside her.

"That's a very real possibility. I was worried about leaving Rob high and dry, but you girls have found the Holy Grail. Rob here isn't great about beating his own drum."

"Tell me about it. Especially when he goes around in his sweatshirt, glasses, and that awful hat."

Liz looks at me, "I thought Bec sorted that out?" I go red with embarrassment.

Maria gasps. "Have you met her?"

"Unfortunately not, but my best friend did, and she was amazed at how nice Bec was."

"I tell everyone that if they hang around me long enough, they will eventually meet Bec," I say. I pick my coffee up and drink while the girls talk before their food turns up.

Once we leave The Cafe, we head back upstairs. "I like that Maria," Liz says. "She's the type of girl I can see you ending up with."

"Nah, she's not interested in a relationship with me like that."

"But if you were free to, you would consider her?"

We get to my front door. "Loaded question. I don't know, would be the logical answer, but I can't help but be attracted to her; she's gorgeous."

"I would put money on that if you two are still in touch in five years. Her tune might have changed. I also think you're selling her short, calling her attractive. She may be the most complete package I have seen" Liz looks at my expression; she smiles at me. "Just thought I would share."

"She is stunning. Even better with her clothes off," I say.

"I will give you this advice though, Rob, don't push her. She will push back if you time it wrong."

"I'll keep that in mind. So what do you want to do for the rest of the day?"

A grin spreads across Liz's face, and we return to the bedroom.

It's seven when we come up for air. "Can we go out tonight? You know, like a proper couple?"

"I guess. Where do you want to go?"

"Actually, I'm desperate to meet Len's girlfriend. From what you've said, she's a bit of a live wire."

We walk into The Bonny Prince Charlie around eight-thirty. It's still a little early and not too busy yet. Debs is collecting glasses before the hoards arrive. "Hey, Debs," I say, wondering what she will do without Len between us.

She's caught unawares with Liz next to me, and when she sees me, a big grin spreads across her face. "Well, hello, Rob. How is Len's good-looking flat-mate?" Her eyes scan my body before she sees Liz isn't too impressed.

"Yeah, good. Debs, this is my friend Liz. Liz, this is Debs, Len's girlfriend."

By this time, Debs has got her brain back in gear and puts her tray down. She walks over and hugs me. As she releases, she kisses my cheek and says, "Been wanting to do that since we first met." She releases me and looks at Liz.

Liz doesn't miss a beat, closes the gap between the two, and puts her arms around Debs. Both girls hug, and Liz plants a kiss right on Debs' lips as they separate. Liz then makes a strange face and whispers to Debs. "Where's the toilet?" She asks, then looks to make sure nobody's in earshot. "A glob of Rob's cum is running down the inside of my thigh."

"Do you need help with that?" Debs asks like it's an everyday occurrence.

I'm left standing there like a lemon while Debs grabs Liz's hand and pulls her into the nearby ladies' room. I'm not one hundred percent certain, but I'm sure I hear Liz's telltale moans and her scream just before she climaxes. Five minutes later, both ladies exit the toilets looking a little flush.

Debs walks up to me and opens her mouth. Inside is what looks like cum. My eyes quickly look over at Liz, who's trying not to look guilty. "Nooooo," I say.

"You two taste so good," Debs whispers.

"Hey, I hope you're not trying to corrupt my girlfriend," Len shouts from the bar breaking me out of my trance.

"Too late, babes," Debs says. "You can't show a girl such candy and expect her not to lick it." Len's face drops. He didn't see that one coming. "Drinks?" Debs asks as she picks her tray back up, finishes clearing the table she's on, and then heads back to the bar.

We stand at the end of the bar where Len is sitting. "Nice to see that Liz has managed to drag you in here for once." He smiles and raises his glass to her.

"Yeah, a girl can only orgasm so many times in a day. My cunny needs a breather." Liz says to Debs as my pint of Stella arrives at the bar.

"Len, you've got to give me a free pass with this one," Debs says, trying to get Len going.

"I wouldn't, Len," Liz says. "He's ruined me for the rest of the male population." I raise my eyebrows, and she smiles and kisses my lips.

"Fighting talk, you seem to shag girls that are too likable, Rob," Debs says.

"Oh, who else have you met?" Liz asks as she gets her rum and coke.

Debs looks at me, not sure if she's allowed to continue. I nod my head, giving her permission.

"Okay, Maria would be the one. She should be in later with the rest of The Club."

"The Club?" Liz asks.

"That's what they call their group who share Rob, The Club."

"Really? That's original. I met Maria this morning. You're right; she's very likable. Who else?"

"Jin was very feisty."

"I haven't met Jin, but from what Rob tells me, she's very driven." Liz looks at me; you attract the right sort, my handsome friend. She picks her glass up and takes a sip. "So, I take it from the small dance floor and lights that this place turns into a disco later?"

"Yeah, music starts around ten. We only have a one o'clock license. Are you two going to stay?"

"Yeah, why not. Nothing more leaking out," Liz says in my ear and leans against the bar as the place starts to fill slowly.

We are on our second drink when I see the two Tracys, followed by Brenda and Cynthia. The Tracys rush over as Brenda and Cynthia find an empty kiosk. "Hey, Rob," Weeble says as she reaches for a quick kiss. "You must be Liz," she adds as she moves out of the way to let Tracy get her kiss.

I glance over just as Tracy pulls away to see Weeble get a kiss from Liz. "So, which Tracy are you, Liz asks."

"Rob calls me Weeble when I am with Tracy," Weeble says quietly.

Again Weeble makes way for Tracy to get a kiss from Liz. "What do you girls want to drink?" I ask.

I get a round-in and lean into Liz. "Didn't know you were into girls."

"I'm not usually, but you're a bad influence on me, and I always feel so sexual around you."

I smile at her, "come on, let's sit with the gang and have some fun."

We spend the rest of the night dancing and having a laugh. Maria turns up around ten thirty; all the girls seem to be deflecting the guys. I lean into Maria just after she turns down the fourth drink. "I thought the girls were looking for boyfriends?"

"They are, just not the type of guy that hangs around bars." She smiles at me and kisses my lips. "With you around, they are being a little choosier."

"We still need to start. How do they know I will be enough?"

"In the long run, you won't. Although a good orgasm keeps the urges at bay, the heart needs more." She says. "Are you okay starting Monday?" I nod my head. "I think Dawn is the lucky girl. You won't see me until Friday." She looks at me with her bottom lip sticking out.

"I think you've had your share," I say, smiling at her theatrics.

Around half-twelve, Liz stands and announces she's feeling horny and needs to get going.

"I'll see you later," Maria says. "Have fun, and don't wear him out," she shouts at Liz.

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Liz left on the twelve-ten and shed a couple of tears. It was like she was saying goodbye for good. I promise to keep in touch and be as good a friend as I was her lover. This seems to calm her, and she promises to ring me when she gets home.

I chill for the rest of the day and watch some TV. Lens mum has given us their old JVC video player, and I hired a video from the local shop. Good old Arnie in Predator. I saw it in the cinema but thought I would have a second look. I also write back to Jenny. I pretend I didn't get the last letter and told her about The Club. I also asked her opinion about Maria. What Liz said has stuck and got me overthinking everything.