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Story title : Elaine
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Elaine (FFm, rom)
by HenryG (spykke_jones@hotmail.com)
***
It's every young guys fantasy to have sex with an older
women. Elaine wasn't too old but she certainly made a
difference.
***
Just an out and out love story with a "tip of my hat" to
an escort girl I know who is a squirter - the first time
I saw it I nearly fell over with shock!
A lot of the detail concerning Universities and northern
life is based on my own actual experience although none
of my land ladies were like the character in this story -
I'm sorry to say.
*****
The sense of smell is a miraculous thing. The way that
the slightest whiff of a scent can transport you across
many years to a time and place in the past, bringing back
the most vivid of memories. I can never smell the scent
of lavender without remembering the most significant and
poignant years of my life. A time of the deepest
happiness and contentment which turned me from a shy,
callow youth to the man I am now.
My name is Jim Peters and in 1963 I was an eighteen year
old just about to leave school. For most kids of my age
it was a time of great excitement - that moment when you
are about to leave the tyranny of school and embark on
life's adventure. I was an exception - the idea of
leaving school terrified me.
In essence I was painfully shy. I always had a sort of
nerdy image which was really quite unfair. I had always
enjoyed reading and I found learning a great pleasure.
Because this didn't really align with what normal
expectations, I was immediately identified as being a
"swot" by the other kids at school and subjected to
extreme teasing.
What added to my problems was that I had a unusually
large penis - roughly 12 inches when fully up. I knew the
other guys were just jealous but it meant that getting
changed for games was an ordeal as the guys made snide
comments about me. Don't give me any bull about how
useful having a big cock is, unless you're John Holmes
and are looking for a career in porn, it can be a major
problem.
My family lived in Bromley, a suburb of London. My
parents were both solicitors meaning that we were
comfortably off and lived in a good neighbourhood. As an
only child I was pretty lonely but compensated by
spending my time reading. On the whole I coped well with
life, that is until a particular incident.
The route home from school passed through a pretty run
down housing estate. This particular estate was
terrorised by a gang - of girls! The leader of this gang
was a plump girl called Jess Stone - a real nasty piece
of work. Because some of the girls in this gang went to
my school, they soon heard about my large cock. When Jess
heard she wanted to check it out.
One afternoon as I walked through the estate I was
cornered by a group of half a dozen girls. I tried to run
but one of them stuck out her leg, tripping me up. They
grabbed me as I lay dazed on the ground. With ease they
dragged me to my feet and into a nearby house. The house
had been empty for some time and stank of damp and piss.
The girls pushed me into a room and there was Jess. She
was a large girl wearing a tight black skirt and leather
jacket - she looked hard as nails.
"I hear that you've got something I might enjoy," she
began, not wasting any time. "OK girls, strip him and put
him on the mattress."
I didn't bother resisting - what was the point? Naked I
was dumped onto a double size mattress on the floor. I
could hear the girls whispering comments of admiration as
they looked at my exposed "tackle".
"A couple of you get it stiff while I get juiced up,"
Jess commanded.
The two nearest girls began working my tool, one sucking,
one rubbing. In spite of my terror it was utter heaven.
Jess leant against the wall, legs apart and rubbed at her
clit fiercely. After a while she moved over me and stood
astride my head. She had hitched up her skirt and was
lowering her cunt towards my face. I could see every
detail of a hairy slit. I knew all about sex and how it
worked but this was the first time I had seen a girl's
cunt.
Suddenly my mouth face was covered by her hot, sweaty
flesh, as she dumped her cunt on my mouth.
"Lick!" came the simple command.
That was easier said than done. First of all I was having
difficulty getting any air, secondly the smell was pretty
diabolical (dead fish sprang to mind) and third I didn't
know where to lick. I prodded my tongue around until it
slid into her slimy opening.
"Not there you useless twat!" she shouted and she moved
until her clit was in my mouth. "Suck on that you cunt."
Her clit was a tiny little lump which I wouldn't have
noticed if she hadn't shown it to me. I sucked for what
seemed like an age. My mouth was aching when she finally
decided that she was ready for other things. The other
girls had done a good job and my cock was hugely stiff.
Jess shifted her body and sat on my cock. She was facing
me so I could see the look of pleasure as my cock slid
in. She took every last millimetre of me, although the
last inch or two obviously caused her some pain. She
settled down and sat on me enjoying the feeling of being
completely filled.
In spite of my predicament I thoroughly enjoyed entering
Jess. Her cunt was tight but very, very wet. I could feel
every ridge of her cunt walls. The end of my cock hit the
soft back wall of her cunt while there was still a few
inches to go but to my surprise Jess pushed down and
somehow the rest of me disappeared inside her.
"My, you're a big boy," she grinned, "I though for a
minute I wasn't going to take it all. Now for some
fucking."
With unexpected agility she began moving up and down my
cock, sliding it's entire length. She clenched her cunt
muscles from time to time. There was no pretence of
seeking mutual pleasure, Jess' sole intention was to get
as big an orgasm as she could. From time to time she
would stop and rest - she wanted to make things last.
There was, however, no way to put off the inevitable and
Jess' breathing began to speed up and become ragged.
Suddenly she stiffened and pushed down hard on me,
grinding her clit against my pelvis, moaning and gasping
as she did. The rhythmic contractions of her cunt wall
tipped me over the edge and with the most exquisite
sensations I filled her with my juice.
Jess stayed sat on me as he regained her breath.
"For a useless little tosser you give a fine shag," she
finally told me. "The is a cock in a million."
She climbed to her feet and my cock slumped out of her
along with my spunk. She wiped her hand over her cunt to
scoop out what was left, cleaned in on the mattress and
pulled on her panties.
"If any of you can get him hard again you can fuck him.
Let him go when you're finished."
A couple of girls squealed with delight and began sucking
on my cock and balls - they didn't seem to mind that they
were covered with Jess' and my juices.
I spent another couple of hours in that room and in that
time managed to fuck five of the girls, or should I say
five of them managed to fuck me.
Sadly the experience wasn't as great as you might think.
Sure the sensations of the sex were amazing, as was the
sight of your cock buried to the hilt in six different
girls but in the final reckoning I had been raped, pure
and simple. Those slags had only wanted the use of my
cock. I felt it even more difficult to communicate with
girls at any level after the experience.
Apart from these issues the early summer of that year
went well for me. I gained good grades in my A level
exams and was accepted for university. I wanted to be a
chemical engineer and had taken time to try and find the
best course. Cambridge was an option but the course was
too academic with little connection with the realities of
the chemical industry.
I also considered Imperial in London and UMIST in
Manchester but wasn't too impressed with them. Finally I
chose a small university in the north of England which
had first class links with industry and offered a
sandwich course which provided both academic training and
work experience. My parents thought I was crazy but
reluctantly accepted my choice.
*****
It was miserable, wet Saturday September that I found
myself on the train heading north from London. I was very
nervous to say the least. Not only was I embarking on the
next stage of my life, but it was in a town that I knew
nothing about. I was aware of the stereotypes which were
applied to northerners - dour men with flat caps who
drank strong dark ale and were only interested in racing
whippets but I really knew nothing more about them.
I had decided not to apply for accommodation in the halls
of residence simply because I wasn't sure I could cope
with the large number of strangers. Instead I had been
found lodgings with a Mrs Ramsden in the town.
It was dark and pouring with rain when I left the station
so I took a taxi. I gave the driver the address and
settled back.
"Are going to t' university, lad?" the driver asked in a
strong accent.
"Yes, it's my first year," I replied.
"You'll like it here," he continued, "it's a fine town."
I looked through the window as we travelled down the
soaking streets. The rows of terraced houses seemed a
world away from the middle class suburbia of Bromley.
Soon we pulled up outside a terraced house. I paid the
taxi driver and lugged my suitcase up the path. By the
time I reached to front door I was soaked by the rain.
The door was answered by a middle aged lady.
"You look half drowned, come in quick before you catch
your death of cold."
She led me into a brightly lit and welcoming hallway.
"Get your coat off, pet. You must be Jim. I am Elaine.
Let's get you settled and I'll mash some tea."
She led me upstairs. As I followed her I could smell a
delicate scent of lavender.
"This is the bathroom. I keep the boiler going all the
time so there's plenty of hot water. You can take a bath
whenever you like. And here is your room."
My room was a reasonable size with a single bed, chest of
drawers and a wardrobe. There was also a desk with an
angle poise lamp. The room clean and nicely decorated.
The other door upstairs led to Elaine's room.
Once back downstairs she showed me the sitting and dining
room. Both were cosy and neat.
"Sit down lad and I'll make some tea. Are you hungry?"
She asked.
I nodded that I was.
She disappeared and returned in about ten minutes with a
large mug of tea and a plate of steaming food on a tray.
"I had some hotpot in the oven just in case," she
explained.
She sat in a chair sipping a cup of tea while I ate. The
food was superb - hot and savoury. While I ate I looked
at my landlady more closely. I guessed she was in her
forties, a slightly chubby lady with curly black hair,
large breasts which had that corseted firmness
characteristic of the fifties and early sixties. She wore
a powder blue knitted twin set, a tweed skirt which
reached her knees, stockings and pink furry slippers. Her
face was attractive and I'd go so far as to guess that
she was probably quite a looker in her youth.
I finished eating and sat back comfortable and replete.
"So is this your first time away from home?" she asked
with an engaging smile.
"Yes, it is."
"So are you frightened or just plain terrified?"
"Both in equal measure," I replied.
"You and me both, this is the first time I've decided
offer digs to students so please understand if I'm a bit
of a beginner at this." She admitted.
"I wouldn't worry, I'm mostly harmless and I am house
trained," I grinned. I was beginning to like the lady.
Elaine give a warm chuckle.
"We'll get on just fine, now tell me about yourself."
I gave her potted history of my life and times.
"You'll find life a little different in these parts
compared to London but I think you'll find it just as
enjoyable."
I found myself completely at ease in the presence of this
woman, she was sort of like my mother but I found it
easier to talk with her. I don't know, easier to share my
secrets maybe.
"What about your family?" I asked.
"There's just me," she replied with a hint of sadness.
"I had a husband once. Harry. I knew him from school,
childhood sweethearts I suppose. He was a milkman. I
married Harry in 1939. We had three weeks together then
he was called up to fight in the war. I didn't want him
to go but we had no choice - refuse and you end up in
prison as a conscientious objector. He came once on leave
and then that was it, I never saw him again - he was
killed in 1942."
"Oh, I'm sorry," I replied partly a reflex action and
partly in embarrassment. I did some quick sums and
guessed that that made Elaine around 45 years old.
"Don't be, that was they way things were. Anyway, I never
found another man who measure up to Harry so I remained
single. My remaining living relatives are my younger
sister Jean and her daughter Sally, they live in the next
street. You'll probably meet them tomorrow."
"It must have been difficult to earn enough to live and
pay for the house."
"The house belonged to my mam and dad so I inherited it
when they died. I worked in the mill until I was thirty
and I now manage the post office on the corner of this
street. With the money from your accommodation I'm quite
well off."
It had been a long day and the food and pleasant
conversation made me drowsy. This didn't go unnoticed.
"Off to bed, lad, you're dropping off," Elaine announced.
I didn't argue.
****
I awoke with that feeling of disorientation you get when
you sleep in a new place. I had slept soundly and the sun
was shining through the patterned curtains filling the
room with a warm glow. I checked my watch and was
surprised to see that it was nine o clock. It was Sunday
and although I didn't have anything special to do I felt
lazy stopping in bed. I got up and went into the bathroom
for a wash and shave.
I met Elaine on the landing. She was carrying a mug of
tea.
"I heard you moving about and thought you might like some
tea. Sleep well?" she asked cheerily.
"Very well, thanks. It's a really comfortable bed."
By the time I got downstairs Elaine was frying egg and
bacon. To my mind there is nothing in the world as
seductive as the smell of fried bacon in the morning. I
was in seventh heaven. Elaine joined me at the kitchen
table, sipping a cup of tea while I ate.
I heard the front door open and the sound of running
footsteps.
"That will be Jean and Sally," Elaine explained, seconds
before sally charged into the kitchen shouting "Hello
Auntie Elaine" at the top of her voice. Jean followed a
moment later.
Jean was a young, trimmer version of Elaine - a wavy mop
of black hair, a very attractive face and fine DD bust.
Sally was a cute but very noisy 5 year old who also had
the distinctive curly black hair.
Elaine introduced me. I held out my hand to Jean to shake
hers.
"No need formality, love," she said giving me a hug. "We
don't stand on ceremony here."
Sally jumped onto my knee.
"Hello, I'm Sally," she said.
In the politically correct world of today it would be
unheard of for a child to sit on a stranger's knee. In
those days we weren't so paranoid as to think that every
man who played with a child was a paedophile.
I loved the way that I was automatically absorbed into
the family, so unlike the tight laced south. I found it
weird that they called me 'love' all the time. I asked
Jean and Elaine why once but simply explained that it was
the northern way of speaking. To be frank, I rather liked
it.
****
As time went on I became closer to Elaine, Jean and
Sally, almost part of the family. I particularly felt a
sort of intimacy with Elaine. Nothing smutty but equally
difficult to describe. I suppose it was an accumulation
of many things. Seeing Elaine's stockings and panties
drying on the line above the bath; not worrying about
seeing Elaine around the house in her dressing gown;
Elaine coming downstairs in the evening in her nightie
after bathing; little gestures or touches to emphasise a
comment during conversation; a little hug or kiss on the
cheek in greeting or when saying goodnight. Its fair to
say I had been invited into Elaine's life.
****
In February I came down with a bout of flu. I felt pretty
rough for few days but was soon potting around the house
studying and doing little jobs. I was busy working one
morning when the front door bell rang. It was a policemen
with Elaine. Elaine's face was white and she was
shivering.
"There has been a nasty traffic accident outside the post
office, two people were killed. I'm afraid that Mrs
Ramsden saw what happened and has had a nasty shock." The
policeman explained.
"I'll look after her," I replied.
I led Elaine into the lounge, sat her on the couch and
went a brewed some tea. I sat beside her with my arm
around her shoulders. At first she just sat drinking her
tea and shivering. Final she began to sob, burying her
face into my shoulder. I did nothing, waiting in silence
while she worked her emotions out.
Gradually Elaine's sobs subsided and in a spontaneous
gesture of comfort I kissed her head. As I did I
unconsciously put my hand on her breast. The first I
really realised what I had done was when she put her hand
over mine, pressing it hard against her soft breast. She
looked up at me.
"Love me," she whispered.
I bent my head and kissed her. Her lips were soft and
sweet and opened gently to allow my tongue to taste her.
Her lavender scent overwhelmed my senses. As we kissed
Elaine unbuttoned her cardigan and taking my hand slipped
it inside so that it cupped her warm, bra covered breast.
After we had kissed a little longer Elaine stood up and
taking my hand led me upstairs to her room.
Once in her room Elaine turned and faced me. Her cardigan
hung open exposing her bra covered breasts. Her face was
flushed but I couldn't tell if it was with excitement or
embarrassment. She held her arms apart as if begging me
to hold her. I hugged her tightly and she pressed her
body against me. After a moment Elaine pulled away and
slipped off her cardigan. Her skin was pale in contrast
with her dark hair. As she lifted her arms to pull of the
cardigan I saw that her arm pits were heavily bushed with
black axial hair. I found the sight tremendously erotic.
She reached behind her back and unfastened her bra. It
fell to the floor to where her cardigan lay. I was
mesmerised by the sight of her breasts. Although they
were large they didn't sag very much. Her nipples were
large and dark and her breasts were traced with blue
veins which showed through her white, translucent skin. I
yearned to touch them and began to move forward.
Elaine smiled. "The best things are worth waiting for,"
she replied, shaking her head.
She unfastened her skirt, pulling it over her head. She
stood in just her stockings, which were held up with
garters, and white knickers. I had thought that Elaine
was slightly plump but it was now obvious that she only
had a slight bulge on her belly, and nicely plump thighs.
Quickly she stripped completely and stood naked in front
of me. She turned through 360 degrees.
"Do you like what you see? Want a taste?" she asked
impishly.
Elaine was showing a streak of mischief I hadn't known
she had.
I could not see that Elaine was also very hairy "down
below". Her lower belly was covered with a thick "V" of
hair.
"Yes, I like very much. The question is will you like
what you see?" I finally replied.
"I'll tell you when you show me," she grinned.
I stripped quickly and stood facing her. My "old man" was
painfully stiff, jutting out in front of me.
"Oh my!" Elaine whispered, "I like it, but you'll have to
take it easy, I'll have to stretch a little to get you
in."
This time, when I reached for her, Elaine didn't stop me.
We hugged hard, her breasts squashed flat against my
chest, my cock press between us. Gently I eased her onto
the bed and leaning over I kissed her nipple. The smell
of her lavender was different on her body, altered by her
own scent. Not the foul stink of an unwashed body but a
subtle woman smell. Her nipple hardened between my lips
and Elaine sighed loudly.
For minutes it kissed, licked and teased by turns at her
wondrous breasts. Elaine lay, eyes closed, face flushed,
enjoying every nuance. She held my head between her
hands, guiding me to each place that needed attention.
Gradually she guided me down her body, over her belly,
across her delicious navel until I reached her bushy
crotch.
"Please lick me," Elaine sighed.
From the pressure of her hands I knew what she meant. I
hadn't forgotten the rank stench of Jess' cunt and I
hoped that this would be different. Elaine eased her legs
apart, inviting me to the feast.
If Jess had tasted like a midden, Elaine tasted that the
finest meal ever made. Her slit was flooded with fresh,
salty juice which tasted like nectar. I pushed my tongue
deeply into her tasting her inner flesh. Elaine's clit
was a lot easier to find that Jess. It stood out almost
like a tiny cock, so big, in fact, that I could grip it
between my lips, allowing her to fuck my mouth with it.
Elaine's grip on my head tightened as I sucked and she
pressed me hard against her.
With a loud groan she came. As she did I felt a flood of
hot fluid down my neck. I looked up in surprise, she had
pissed on me.
Elaine giggled.
"Sorry, that always happens when I come, it's not pee,
just my juices. Now stop looking so shocked and get
inside me."
As I positioned myself between her legs Elaine grabbed my
cock and eased it's head into her.
"Slowly," she hissed.
As I pushed I watched her face and the expressions of
passion as I gradually filled her. The sensation was like
being gripped by a hot, wet hand - utter bliss. Soon I
bottomed out and Elaine gave a slight wince of
discomfort.
Slowly I pushed in and out feeling more and more of my
cock go into her as she became aroused and relaxed.
Gradually our movements matched, her body rising to reach
my thrusts. We pounded faster and faster as our passions
rose - it was only a matter of time.
"Oh fuck!" she gasped, "here it comes again. SHIIIIIIIT."
I felt her cunt walls convulse and then warm fluid flood
over my cock and balls. That tipped me over the edge and
I came magnificently filling her with my juice.
I slumped across her panting and gasping.
"I've waited so long for that, thank you lover," Elaine
whispered as we lay in a warm aprŠs-sex glow. "That is
the best sex I've ever had."
"But what about Harry?" I asked.
"Harry was a wonderful man but sex wasn't really his
thing. His willy wasn't very big and he couldn't keep it
stiff for long. We did it once on our wedding night and
that was that." Elaine replied, smiling fondly. "I was
alright with it, I'm an expert at bringing myself off."
I asked a question that had been bothering me.
"Is it OK that I didn't use a johnnie?"
"Of course Jim. At my time of life, there is no chance of
me getting pregnant. Anyway, it's a waste of good spunk
to squirt it into a rubber sack. Now roll over, I want to
drink you juices."
I graduated with a decent degree and got a job with
chemical company in the area. After a few years I was
head hunted by a consultancy and have risen to partner
status. I stayed with Elaine. I had no desire to move on
since I regarded Elaine as the love of my life. We were
content.
Over the years I found my relationship with Sally
becoming closer. She would come to me for advice, I
taught her the facts of life, I told her the do's and
don'ts of dating, she would cry on my shoulder when a
date went wrong. I was the father she never had. I was a
little worried that Jean might think I was usurping her
role until one day she took me on one side.
"Jim, I really appreciate what you do for Sally, she
needs a male perspective on life."
I was relieved that she was OK with things, it was a big
worry off my mind.
Sally was extremely bright and obtained top class results
in her exams. One day she burst into the house, excited.
She had won a place in an American University. Naturally
Jean was delighted but I knew that the finances would be
tough. I was earning serious money and Elaine and I were
comfortable, so I offered to help. Jean was initially
understandably reluctant but Elaine and I persuaded her.
"Sally need not know if you don't want her to," I
explained, "but we mustn't let her miss this chance of a
lifetime."
"Jim, you are a lovely man," Jean exclaimed, giving me
hug and a big kiss. The pressure of her fine breasts
against my chest was fabulous.
"He isn't bad is he?" Elaine agreed also giving me a hug.
Elaine died in 1979. Mercifully it was quick and with the
help of the hospice, relatively painless. Of course I was
devastated but I was also deeply grateful. Elaine's
tenderness had guided me from being a shy, frightened kid
into a well adjusted man. We had had a wonderful time
together and I knew that Elaine was also grateful for our
17 years together.
The sun shone brightly on the day of the funeral. There
weren't many of us, just Jean, myself and four friends of
Elaine. The vicar knew Elaine well and the eulogy was
something really special.
Jean came up to me at the grave side and gave me a hug.
"Are you OK?" she asked.
"I've been better but I'm coping," I replied.
"You know, Elaine, you and Sally are the best thing that
happened to me. The last 17 years have been really
special." I added.
"Elaine thought you were pretty special too. She once
told me that there was no-one who could replace Harry but
she hadn't counted on you coming along. What will you do
now?"
"I'm not going anywhere, my home is here now. Besides,
someone has to look out for you," I laughed.
"I'm glad," Jean replied, just a little seriously. "I
wish I had met you before Elaine."
"I'm sorry Sally couldn't make the funeral," Jean
apologised.
"Sally is a grown up woman now who needs to live her own
life. She doesn't want to worry about an old bloke like
me," I protested.
Jean looked at me with an odd expression.
"You couldn't be more wrong. Sally thinks a great deal of
you, she always has. Look I need to get back home, I'll
leave you to say goodbye to Elaine." Jean kissed me and
left.
I stood staring at the coffin lying in bottom of the
grave, half covered with flowers and dirt, thinking of
the things we had done, when I felt a hand take my arm
and the pressure of a head on my chest. I looked down and
saw a mass of black hair, just like Elaine's.
"Elaine." I began, stopping as the head turned.
"No, just me," Sally replied, with a sad smile.
"Sorry I was late but my flight was delayed."
We hugged each other hard and wept just a little.
"Let me look at you, it's 3 years since I've seen you." I
said.
Sally stood back so I could see her. She had filled out
just a little and was now a perfectly proportioned girl
of around 5 foot 4 inches in height. She wore a tight
white T shirt and well fitted jeans which showed off her
figure to perfection. Her tits were gorgeous and large.
"I see you've inherited your mother and Aunt's best
feature," I smiled looking at her chest.
Sally saw where I was looking and jumped up and down
jiggling her tits.
"Yeah, great aren't they?"
I couldn't help but smile at the brazenness of my young
prot‚g‚.
"Shall we go home and get some tea?" I asked.
"Just give me a few minutes with Aunt Elaine and then I'm
all yours." Sally replied, suddenly serious.
I looked on as she stood by the graveside, head bowed.
Back at the house I made tea.
"Tell me about University life in the states. Was it non-
stop parties and making out?" I asked.
"Well certainly plenty of parties and lots of guys who
wanted to see inside my pants but I'm saving that
particular gift for a special guy." She grinned giving me
an odd look.
"He'll be a very lucky guy," I grinned back not quite
realising what she was getting at.
"So what are your plans?" I asked.
"I wanted to talk to you about that," Sally replied.
"First of all, I want to thank you for financing my
course."
"How did you know about that?" I asked, a little
surprised.
"I had my suspicions so tracked a few payments into my
account. A friend of mine is a hacker and he did some
checking for me."
"Well it was only spare cash, I could just as easily
spent it on gambling, drink and loose women," I joked.
"Yeah, as if," Sally scoffed before grasping my head
between her hands and kissing me full on the lips - a
kiss that was a little more intimate than I expected. She
pulled away,
"Anyway, thanks for all you've done," she said slightly
breathlessly.
"Also I have some news. I'm taking a post-graduate
doctorate at the University here."
"Well done, lass," I was impressed. "I quite like the
sound of Doctor Sally Ramsden - it has a certain ring to
it."
"Yes it does, but I have a little problem. I need to find
some cheap lodgings within easy travel of the
University," she continued with a wicked glint in her
eye. "A poor girl like me can't afford University Halls
and my mother couldn't cope with me any more."
"Hmmm, tricky," I replied, playing along. I paused, for
effect.
"I do have a spare room, it's clean and suitable for a
student but perhaps a little small. Also I'm not sure
what rent would be appropriate, but I'm sure that
something could be worked out for a suitable student."
Sally took my hands in hers and looked me straight in the
eye with a look guaranteed to make any man melt.
"I was hoping you would say that," she whispered.
END
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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