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Authors name: Ximenes (ximenesgreek@hotmail.co.uk)
Story title : Quickie
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Quickie (MF, rom)
by Ximenes (ximenesgreek@hotmail.co.uk)
***
A chance encounter at the formal opening of a school
extension, leads to an enjoyable evening. This is an
attempt to write an entire story in dialogue form.
Constructive comments welcomes!
***
"Hello Mr. Hudson, remember me?"
"Val! Of course I remember you. What a surprise! I
didn't expect to see you here."
"Nor me you. What are you doing here?"
"I'm just representing the big school and showing some
support for our colleagues here in the primary. We also
put a load of money into the extension. We paid for the
video conferencing and this interactive board."
"Oh, I see."
"Any what about you - all your children have been
through school and finished, haven't they?"
"Oh yes. Well, you should know, Chris. You taught all
three of them. I got an invite because I made the cake
they're cutting. If half the village goes down with
food poisoning I'll get run out of town."
"Don't be silly! The cake looks wonderful. I saw you
talking to the Bishop. What did he say?"
"Oh, the usual. He's probably done this sort of thing
hundreds of times."
"Yes, I've heard his joke before, when he opened a
church extension in our village. Always gets a laugh,
though!"
"Actually, now I've met you, can I ask you a favour?"
"Of course. What do you want me to do?"
"I've got a passport form needs signing. Are you
allowed to do it?"
"Yes, I'm considered an upright member of society. I've
done it so often for the kids in school I've even
remembered my own passport number. They want you to
include it on the forms now."
"I only live down the bottom of the hill. Do you want
to drop in and sign it on your way home?"
"Yes - actually I was thinking of going now. They've
opened the new classroom. I've said all the right
things and I've got to get to the shops before I reach
home"
"OK, let me grab my bag and we'll go."
"Fine, I'll walk you home, Val. Is that OK with you?"
"Yes, of course. Come in and have a sandwich."
Wow, that's better now we're in the fresh air. That
school's so stuffy with all those people in it. It's
very dark here; what's happened to the street lights?"
"They've been broken for ages. Somebody ought to do
something. Damn, it's raining, too."
"Here, let me open my brolly. It might keep the worst
off us. So where are you off to with your new
passport?"
"I've booked a week on Tenerife next March. If the
weather's as miserable as this, I'll want my money
back!"
"No chance, Val. It'll be blue skies, hot sun - the
works. You deserve it."
***
"Right' we're here. Let's get some lights on. Come in.
No, leave your shoes on, it doesn't matter. It's a
right tip in here - I haven't had time or energy to do
much cleaning up. Didn't seem to be any point,
somehow."
"I'll put the kettle on."
"Good idea, Chris. I'll shut the dog in the
conservatory else he'll bark all the time."
"Where do you keep the tea?"
"In that tin by the bread bin. Here, you go and put the
telly on; I'll look after the tea. Do you fancy a ham
sandwich?"
"Yes, lovely, if you're making one."
"Right."
"I'll draw the curtains and put the fire on. Where's
that Passport form?"
"In the top left hand drawer in the bureau. Can you
find it?"
"Yes; I'll get on and fill me bits in."
"Fine."
"Val?"
"What?"
"I love the passport photo."
"You bastard. Shut up. It's revolting. I hate those
booths."
"Never mind. You should see mine. Makes me look like an
escaped convict. Anyway, I've nearly finished the form
filling."
"Right. I'd better check it through again before I send
it off. Can you get me a stamp - they're in the drawer
under the kids' photos."
"Found them. Hey, I love this photo of Becky. It's got
that look in her eyes dead right. Is that how you were
at sixteen?"
"Sort of. Mind you, I was pregnant with Andrew at
eighteen. I got myself a bit of a reputation in the
village. That's why I've tried to be strict with Becks.
Anyway, come and have this tea before it gets stewed."
***
"Val, I was sorry to hear that you and Alan had split
up."
"Yes, well, it was a long time coming. But I'm glad we
made a break. The kids have found it hard. And you,
too. How long's it been since Mrs. Hudson."
"Two years. Seems like two centuries sometimes. I still
haven't got the domestic side of things organised. I
run out of food or run out of clothes and have to do a
mad dash round to get on top of things again."
"So you're not seeing anyone else, them?"
"No, not seriously. What about you? Val, you've still
got your coat on. Let me help you off with it."
"Thanks - a real gentleman. Nobody's done that for a
while. No, me neither. I'm on my own. I haven't wanted
to rush into anything till I've got used to living on
my own. That sounds ridiculous but you know what I
mean, don't you?"
"Oh yes, very much so. Mind you, Val, an absolute
cracker of a girl like you - half the county would be
queuing up to take you out!"
"Flatterer. They can bloody well wait, then."
"Oh dear, Val. We're a couple of sad old lonely-hearts.
Come and give me a cuddle. I reckon we need it, don't
you?"
"Dead right. Come here on the sofa next to me, Chris."
***
"God, Chris, nobody's kissed me like that for ages."
"Well, they should have, then. Every time you've come
in to school for a parent's evening, Val, I've thought,
wow, that's some girl"
"Get away, you're making me embarrassed. Here, put your
arm round me. Ooh, that's bold."
"Val, sorry, I didn't mean to touch your bust; it was
just that you mov..."
"Shut up, silly, I like it. Put it back again. There,
how's that? I like being cuddled. It makes me feel all
warm and secure and loved."
"Val kiss me again, properly."
"No, how about improperly."
***
"Hey, where's your hands going, Chris? - No, don't
stop! You've got warm hands and I like it. Undo those
blouse buttons, don't let them pull through. This top's
a favourite of mine."
"Val, take my tie off, I'm half choking with it on. Oh,
that's better. Yes, undo my shirt. Is it OK if I slip
your blouse off your shoulders? I don't want it to get
too scrunched."
"Christ, Chris, you men are all the same. Flash a bit
of cleavage and you come drooling. No, sorry, only
joking. I like you. You're different. What's this lump
in your trousers, then? Your tobacco tin.Oh sorry, I
didn't mean to flick it that hard."
"Kiss it better, then."
"No way, I'm a good girl."
"Come and cuddle again, Val. Yes, that's nice. Pull
that shirt sleeve off my arm, then we're skin to skin.
I'm going to slip off this bra, OK?"
"No, don't. That's going too far. You can see what I've
got without taking it.... Oh OK, then, you've already
undone it. Don't laugh at my tits, Chris."
"Laugh? They're fine. Look, they're lovely to hold.
What's wrong with them?"
"They're dangling half way to my fanny, and they've
been chewed to pieces by the kids, and they're all
flabby and veiny, that's what."
"Rubbish. Just 'cos they don't look like a teenager's
tits doesn't mean they're hideous. Look, I've put that
lamp off and there's just the light from the telly and
the fire. Does that feel better?"
"Yes."
"Come on, then, let's enjoy each other. Your tits are
brilliant, Val. They're firm and warm. Look, they just
fill my hands nicely. Let's get to work on them. Ooh,
that feels good. Is this OK for you?"
"Yes. Look, hold the nipples like this and stroke with
your thumb. Oh God, that's wonderful. Don't stop. God,
I needed that."
"Chris."
"What?"
"Where's this going with us?"
"I don't know. I'm enjoying every second, though."
"But Chris..."
"Look, Val, do you want me to go? I think you're
absolutely gorgeous but I don't want to overstay my."
"No, silly, I want you here. I'm happy. I haven't felt
warm and cosy like this for ages. Oh Chris, it's been
such a long time."
"Hey, come on, don't cry, Val. I'm here and I'm not
going until you want me to. Here, I've got a hanky in
my trousers."
"Oh shit, that buckle on your belt has snagged my
tights."
"Damn. Sorry. Let's untangle them."
"No, they're ruined. Look, I can feel the run in them.
I only got them on Saturday for the 'do' this
afternoon."
"I'll take them off you before we do any more damage,
Wouldn't want you to strangle yourself with them, would
we?"
"Chris, that's not funny."
"Sorry. Here, lift up your bottom and let me slide them
down."
"Hey, that's my knickers you've got, too. I never said
you could."
"Oh my God. Sorry, Val, I thought I'd picked up the
waistband of the tights."
"Oh yeah, likely story!"
"Do you want me to take off your tights, then?"
"Yes. And I s'pose you might as well take off my
knicks, too. They're hanging halfway off my bum as it
is so they aren't doing any good. Mind you, don't start
taking any liberties with. Oh hell, you touched me
there, Chris. Do it again."
"How's that?"
"Wonderful. Don't stop! Ooh, yes! Stroke my legs, too,
on the insides. Lovely."
"Like that?"
"Yes. Go back to my fanny. There, that bit there, rub
gently on that spot. No, not so hard. That's it. Just
like that. Oh God, that's great, Chris. Keep going.
Kiss me!"
"Mmmm. Val, you're fabulous."
"Mm, maybe.. You're not so bad yourself, either. Hey,
let's get these trousers off, shall we?"
"Ow, don't just grab like that. That's twice you've
tried to do me a mischief."
"Well, it's a useless lump of meat most of the time,
isn't it? Trouble is, it's where you men keep your
brains.Oh, no, that's a load of coins just fell out of
your pocket."
"Oh well, bang goes tonight's tea then. Oh, and by the
way, these Bart Simpson boxers weren't my idea, they
were a present from. Hey, where're you going?"
"Upstairs. Come on, let's get in the bed before that
thing goes all floppy. I'm going to switch the blanket
on."
"Val, I hope that blanket works. I don't need 240 volts
in my balls to get me going!"
"Yeah, yeah, big talk. I've heard it all before."
***
"Shit!"
"What?"
"I've stubbed my bloody toe on the bedpost."
"Idiot. And don't step in the teasmade. Come on, get
under the duvet. No, this is my side, you go round
there"
"Christ, it's cold."
"It'll warm soon enough. Come here, Chris. Cuddle me
again. Let's get these boxers off. Ooh, that feels
nice. Chris, be gentle when you put it in me. I've had
it up to here with rough stuff."
"Val, Val, Val, you're lovely. You're just what I need
right now. Put that leg over me; that's it, I want to
feel you all round me. That's nice. Hey, you're
cheating. You've still got your skirt on!"
"Yeah, well I don't flash my pubes to anyone. Not even
you. A girl's got to have her secrets."
"I don't care. It's coming off right now."
"Careful, then. There's a zip on this side. That's it.
Slide it down. No, don't just chuck it on the floor,
Chris! You men..."
"Hush, Val. Wrap your leg round me again. That's right.
Now where was that spot again?"
"There. No, lower. Yes. Anywhere round there feels
good."
"Your hair feels really silky."
"Well, Alan always made me shave down there. I didn't
like being so bare, but it turned him on. Since we
split up I've let it grow again. You don't mind, do
you? Do you want me to shave it now? I will if."
"Ssh. Put your hand here. Just work it over that ledge
behind the head. Ooh, that feels good."
"Yes, let's see what you're made of. Hmm, not bad. I
reckon I could fit that inside!"
"Kiss it, then, Val."
"O K, just a kiss. I'm not doing any blow jobs. I've
done enough of them to last me a lifetime."
"O.K., Val, Yes, ooh, lovely. Use your teeth gently
just there, on the edge of the head. Yessssss"
"Right, that's it. Where are you going?"
"Down on you, of course."
"That'll be the day. He always had a good excuse not to
...OH GOD DO THAT AGAIN! Yessss, same place. I'm going
to put my legs round your back. Don't look at me. My
thighs are too fat and my bum OH GOD, THAT'S EVEN
BETTER. Keep doing that, keep doing that. Bit harder.
Go further in with your tongue. Oh Chris, Chris, don't
stop. Ohh..."
"Easy, girl."
"Fuck it, Chris, I haven't been brought off like that
since I was about seventeen. Why did you have to stop?"
"I'm suffocating down there, Val. And you've dug holes
in my shoulders with those nails."
"Oh Lord, Chris, I'm so sorry. Fuck, that was
wonderful. I felt like I was floating while were doing
that. Hell, you are red in the face aren't you. Are you
ready?..Yes, you are ready aren't you!"
"Come on top of me. I want you in me. No, I don't want
it fancy, just let's do it normal."
"Shouldn't we be asking each other about precautions,
Val?"
"Oh, I had me tubes cut after Becky. We're OK."
"Good. Actually, I had the chop too. I can show you me
scars if you."
"Come on then. I want you in me. Shove this pillow
under me back. That's it. No, keep the covers on, I
want to be under the duvet. I'll hold it open; you
just..."
"How's that? Am I in?"
"Push, love. GENTLY! Yes, we're in. Go on, push hard..
Christ, you're big Chris. Go gently; I haven't done
this for a bit. Must be going rusty inside or
forgetting how to do it."
"Val, stop wittering on and kiss me. Mmmmm, keep going"
"Like that. Do it like that. That feels good. Hold me."
"Mmmmmmmmm."
---------------------------------------------------
"Val, I'm nearly there."
"Kiss my titties. Yes... bite them.not too hard."
"Yes, I'm coming..."
"Come on then, do it hard. Yes, yessssssssssssssssss!"
"Ngggggggggggggggggggggg!"
"Get the tissues, they're on the side behind the
clock."
"Can't see them."
"Look, they're right in front of you. Hurry up, I'm
leaking all over the bed... That's better. No, give me
more, Chris. God, you must have cum a gallon or
something. Wipe your thing, too. You're about to drip
on... Oh you sod..."
"Val, that was lovely. I really needed that."
"Me too. I love it when I'm done properly."
"I could stay here forever."
"No you couldn't."
"Why not?"
"'Cos I've got to go back to the school and clear up my
things before nine"
"OK, back to reality. And I've got to get home."
"But we've got a few minutes yet. Give me another
cuddle, Chris. Play with my titties again. Ooh yeah, I
like that."
"Come on top of me."
"OK. Like this?"
"Yeah."
"I like being warm and cosy with you, Val. Can we do
this again?"
"Ooh, I don't know. Got to fit you in with all the
others.OUCH Don't pinch me there! Yes, of course I want
to do it again."
"Just one problem."
"What?"
"Your passport lasts for ten years. If I've got to wait
until you need a new one before we have sex again,
that's.OUCH! Val, that's three times you've attacked my
tool..."
"Serves you right. Now come on, out of bed. We've got
to get mov.DON'T PUT THE LIGHT ON"
"Why not? I can't find my boxers."
"Because I hate the way I look and I know you'll..."
"Val, you look brilliant. Come on, turn towards me.
Hell, half the teenagers'd die for a body like that."
"Yeah and the other half would die if they HAD a body
like this. Chris?"
"What?"
"Do you really like me? I mean, ME, not just the sex
thing."
"Val, yes! I told you, I've fancied you for ages. Never
dreamed it would end up like this, though..."
"SEE, you don't love me. You just want to screw..."
"Val, seriously, I like you. I want to do this again.
You never answered me when I asked before..."
"OK. What about this weekend? Can't do Saturday; Andrew
and his girlfriend are coming over. I've got nothing on
Sunday, though.No, stop laughing, what I meant was."
"Sunday's fine. You're not free Saturday evening are
you? I'd like to take you out to 'Chez Rupert' if..."
"Cor, that's very up-market! Yes, I'll make myself free
for Saturday evening."
"And stay over Saturday night?"
"Chris Hudson, just what sort of girl do you think I
am? Oh well, in for a penny.Yes, wine me and dine me
and I'm yours for Saturday night!"
"Great!"
"Now GET DRESSED and move before I change my mind and
set the dog on you. And mind that teasmade - you're
about to step on it"
"I'll pick you up at half-seven"
"Fine, now GO. Oh, Chris.?"
"Val?"
"Thanks for tonight. You're a great bloke. Here,
goodnight kiss. Now go, quick, before the neighbours
see..."
"Bye, Val. See you Saturday."
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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