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Authors Note: I
was asked if I could write a story about a bachelor party. I wasn’t sure but
after thinking about it more I came up with the idea of a bachelor party that
becomes a last fling, after all if the boys can be naughty, why can’t the
girls? Of course I had to try and add a twist. The story is in four parts,
follow the links to navigate (learnt that word in a web magazine), Intro,
Friday,
Saturday Morning, Saturday
Evening and
finally Sunday and the Epilogue
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The calendar
had become a countdown; each day circled was a day nearer to her wedding. The
big red blob around the 21st June signified the
day, the day she’d cease being plain old Jane Fellows and become Mrs. Robert
McCloud. It was now; Jane paused and mentally counted down using some virtual
fingers, fifteen days.
Fifteen days.
She rolled over
and kissed the half awake Robert on the mouth, slowly he started to kiss her
back and then she felt his hand on her belly and her legs began to drift apart.
Fourteen days.
Robert
announced that his sister,
She had met his
parent’s only a few weeks when they’d visited on the announcement of their
engagement. Even that had been traumatic and she had cried and cursed Robert
that night. He had never said that his father was the clan chief and that he
Robert was the heir
Jane had been
horrified to discover that the mild mannered man she’d lived with this past
twelve months was the heir apparent to a Scottish title and that meant that she
would be the clan chief’s wife!
“Why didn’t you
say something?” She snapped as soon as they were alone. She was furious and the
passion she usually channelled towards her work and relationships was suddenly
pointed in his direction.
“The usual
reason.” He said defensively.
“Usual? What
the fucks usual?” Jane exploded. “What else haven’t you told me, another wife?
Children? You’re an axe murderer?” She was actually shaking with the hurt, the
show of distrust that he’d made. If he kept secrets from her now how about
after they were married?
“I’ve found
that to say I’m the son of a laird attracts some girls and frightens others. So
I started never saying anything and until I met you it had worked. When I
should have said it had all gone on so long that I didn’t know how?” He replied
somewhat pathetically.
“You thought
that I was a gold digger?” Jane found
herself almost screeching.
“Something like
that … not you, girls in general. I wanted you to love me for my sake and not a
title.” He shrugged and then sat down looking miserable. “I didn’t mean it to
be a secret, honestly.” He looked as pathetic as he sounded, like the dog she’d
had as a kid.
“Come to bed,
and afterwards I demand to know everything.” She offered him her hand which he
gratefully accepted.
An hour later
Jane understood that not only was she marrying Robert McCloud, but she was
almost marrying into the McCloud clan, a real honest to goodness Scottish clan
complete with ancestral home and clan tartan.
“Nothing will
change until my father passes on the title … I hope not for many years … and
then we’ll be expected to move to the ancestral pile with its Stone Age
plumbing.” Robert added after plying Jane with another drink.
Jane said
nothing, sipped her drink and just wondered where her life was leading her …
and then there was Tara …”
“Tell me about
your sister again.” She asked, raising herself on her elbow, the quilt fell
away and she displayed her nakedness towards him.
“
“What will she
expect to do?” Jane asked wearily, love wasn’t always easy. Relationships that
lasted weeks or months could always use a fuck as an outlet for frustrations,
when you went for the long run then you had to have something other than
hormones as a pacifier.
“There I don’t
know. We aren’t that close, either I was away at school or she was, or I was
off to university and then the city, either way I doubt if I’ve spent more than
a few days with her in years. So, you’ll just have to improvise.”
Ten days.
Improvise.
Easier said from done, but now Tara was in the lift with Robert and a moment
later she’d be here, in the apartment she shared with Robert. Jane found the
need to visit the bathroom again and when she returned to the lounge they were
there and she cringed because the sound of the toilet refilling was plain to
hear.
Standing next
to Robert the family resemblance was clear. The same chestnut brown hair,
“Jane, this is
my sister Tara,
“Jane, I have
heard so much about you, it was about time that we met.” She offered Jane a
limp hand in greeting. She looked about thirty, give or take a year.
“Nice to meet
you.” Jane said just touching the proffered hand. She resisted the temptation
to curtsey. She was surprised by
“Whilst we were
driving over
“Italian, you
do eat Italian I hope?”
Jane looked
helplessly from one to the other. She had hoped that Robert would have hung
around and not left her with this complete stranger but he was acquiescing to
her sister’s demands without the slightest obvious resistance. He gave Jane a
chaste kiss on the cheek and departed without another word. She had wanted
more; after all she wouldn’t see him again until Monday. She had two days and
three nights to entertain
It had been
arranged this way, whilst Tara was in London then Robert would first visit his
parents and then go to Dublin with some old friends, an extended drinking binge
masquerading as a bachelor party. Robert had urged Jane to have the same but
she had few real friends and frankly shuddered at what might happen to her on a
bachelor night out, so she had settled for a meal with her friends and now this
enforced weekend with his family.
Either Robert’s
description of her sister was false or
“Is this
apartment yours?” She asked accepting the wine glass.
“Ours.” Jane
answered defensively. “We’ll stay here until we start a family.”
“I’m not
pregnant!” Jane blurted out.
“I wasn’t
suggesting that you were! Please Jane, we are all but family and the nearest
I’ll ever get to a real sister; I never meant to offend you. This is as
difficult for me as it is for you.” She sat down at the dinner table. “Now
unless you take hours to change we have about half an hour to finish this wine
and then get ready.”
Over the course
of the next thirty minutes Jane discovered that Tara was married to Duncan
(very Scottish sounding) and they had two children, Alistair was six and Fiona
was four (again very Scottish sounding thought Jane.). “Married at twenty two
and a mother by my next birthday.” She laughed and Jane mentally worked out
that
They changed
for the restaurant, Jane couldn’t help but notice that two children or not Tara
still had her figure and she was dressing in a very un-motherly way. Panties,
black and sheer, hold up stockings (again black and sheer), a matching and yes,
a black brassiere which pushed up her boobs. Finally she slid into a midnight
blue dress that seemed to flow as she walked.
Still she
rallied to the challenge and decided to wear Roberts favourite underwear, as
white and sheer as Tara’s was black and sheer, body coloured stockings and her
favourite red and black dress. It had been chosen by Robert and was Jane’s best
and most expensive. Still she couldn’t help but feel that she looked like the
poor relation and perhaps she was. Jane had no idea where the wealth in the
family was, with Robert’s father or
If
Jane wasn’t
sure how much of that was just for fun, she was starting to have a strange
feeling about the evening.
The restaurant
was small and when Jane saw the prices, she also knew that it was expensive.
She and Robert preferred more public and modern places.
“Does he give
you satisfaction?” A slightly tipsy
“Pardon?” Jane
wasn’t quite sure if she’d heard
“Does he fuck
well, my brother, how do you rate him against your other boyfriends?”
“I … err … that’s
a rather personal question actually.” It was the kind of question that Jane had
never thought of, what kind of sister asked how well her brother performed in
bed, still Jane managed to rally and reply.
“I don’t know …
I mean what sort of secrets?” Jane asked warily. She’d matched
“How old you
were when you first did it …I was seventeen, how about you?”
“The same.”
Jane conceded. She felt as if
And so it
started, the trading of private information, first orgasm, first oral sex,
favourite position, weirdest moment … then
“Beat you!” Said
a now more than tipsy Jane. “Eight, including your brother.” She grinned
wildly. This was titillating and with her inhibitions loosened by the alcohol
Jane was just beginning to feel what she called frisky.
“Five before I
married and nine since.”
Jane tried hard
to work out if Tara was joking or not, but when Tara said no more and just
stared intently at her Jane decided that Tara was most probably telling the
truth. “Are you serious?” She finally whispered.
“About the
numbers or tonight?”
“Both I guess.”
“Well I most
certainly remember how many men had screwed me; it isn’t something that you
forget, unless you fuck with football teams.” She grinned, revealing a perfect
set of white teeth. “And as for tonight, if I have the opportunity and you’ll
learn that a McCloud never misses an opportunity.” The smile was evil or
lecherous. Jane didn’t know which.
“Robert isn’t
like that.” She hissed, suddenly furious at
“No.”
They cruised,
Jane remembered doing this before she’d met Robert and it was strange how
easily she slipped back into the pattern of drink, flirt, drink, dance, flirt
some more.
They ended up
in an all night club, neither was quite drunk, but they did have company. The typical bar lizard, they’d hit on the two
women as they’d left the last bar and had escorted / lead them onto their
current destination. There Jane watched as
She was
distracted by the return of her
partner, who she just about remembered called himself Shaun. It wasn’t that
Shaun was ugly or deformed; Jane already had her perfect partner … and then
Shaun slid his arm around her and Jane felt herself being pulled towards him,
before she had formed the negative word he was kissing her.
It was a shock
being kissed by another man! Robert was her man body and soul. She sensed a
hand stroking her back, hesitating when it encountered the outline of her
brazier. She was being touched by another man! Shaun kissed her again, this
time trying to force his tongue between her lips. A hand was on her neck,
literally holding her in place.
She found the
strength to push away. She was breathing hard and was confused. What was
happening, why was she here with a total stranger. She glanced towards Tara who
quite obviously didn’t have her inhibitions.
Shaun still had
his hand on her wrist. “What’s wrong?” He asked, not angrily. He was as
confused as Jane was but for different reasons. He obviously thought that Jane
was available.
“I need the
bathroom.” Jane found herself saying. She grabbed
It was
Jane just
tugged and tugged until a reluctant
“What’s wrong?”
“Why are we
here? Jane gasped, she felt giddy and short of breath.
“Have a drink,
a snog, maybe something more, what else is there?”
“You’re talking
about having sex with them, aren’t you?” Jane answered.
“Of course,
though if I have a preference I’ll have what’s his name and you can have the
other … I need a pee.” So saying
“I can’t do
this.” Jane said almost too quickly. “I marry your brother in less than two
weeks.” She almost implored. “Let’s just clear off, leave them.”
Jane realised
that
“Let’s just
have a bit of fun? As long as we are together then we’re safe. If I want more,
then we’ll cross that bridge when it appears … okay?”
“Okay.” Said a
less than convinced Jane.
Once they’d
emerged from the toilet
An hour later
they landed in a plush
Now they were
in this extravagantly opulent apartment and Jane knew where this was leading and much to her surprise and
consternation she wasn’t running away. She still felt nothing towards Shaun,
not like she felt towards Robert. This was on older, pre Robert Jane that had
resurfaced, the college tease, the office lover.
The lounge was
huge, big enough to have taken Jane’s and Roberts’s entire apartment with
something to spare. There was a huge cinema size television, enormous settee’s,
thick carpets, a sound system that would have graced a rock concert. It was …
was … Jane sort for the word … decadent, self indulgent, corrupting. It was the
place where a rich man brought his Mistress.
From somewhere
Tim found a bottle of champagne and popped it. They cheered and filling their
glasses toasted each other. As the bubbles trickled down her throat Jane began
to think that maybe once more, before her marriage … Jane’s musing were
interrupted by the room lights being dimmed. She looked up to once more see
“Penny for your
thoughts?” Shaun’s quiet voice interrupted her again.
“What? Oh, I
was wondering why I’d let myself be talked into being here?” Jane said and then
silently cursed herself. She was the
country hick.
Shaun just
chuckled. “I knew you weren’t as keen as your friend, just my luck to pick the
wrong one … sorry, that wasn’t meant to be insulting, it’s just that …”
“Tara and she’s
my sister in law or will be in a few weeks.” even as she spoke Jane was cursing
herself.
“
Jane didn’t
even answer; she just felt the blood rush to her face. It was all the answer
that Shaun needed, the smile hardened and the look of a predator spread across
his face.
“Come here.” He
caught her fingers, not her hand, just her fingers and slowly drew her towards
him, his hold was sp weak that she could have just shaken her wrist and been
free of him, but Jane offered no resistance and just as Tara had done with Tim,
so Jane found herself in Shaun’s arms and offering her mouth to his.
They stood for
a while, just kissing; Shaun’s hands never started the exploration of her body but
just held her, keeping her close but no so close that she could feel his erect
penis press against her.
He kissed well
and Jane was just content to allow this to happen. She still was feeling no
real passion or frenzy, there was a nice
feeling growing that warm glow she felt when Robert held her, but not the rush
she had when Robert really held her,
when his passion seemed to feed hers.
Shaun was nice,
tall, fit looking, smartly dressed, he smelt right, masculine and clean. Jane
could have no complaints about him. An earlier Jane would have had no qualms
about going to bed with him. She felt the edge of a settee against the back of
her legs and slowly they collapsed onto it, Shaun was half ways across her
body, his chest pressed against her’s and one leg just across her’s. It was a sprawl, an untidy heap of limbs.
She felt a hand
slide across her rib cage towards her breasts; there was just the merest moment
of panic as Jane suppressed the urge to grab his wrist, but she was an adult,
she knew the rules well enough. If she didn’t want anything to happen then why
was she snogging this stranger and allowing him too gradually explore her body.
The hand passed from her rib cage and began to stroke, gently, her bosom. She
wriggled slightly and the hand became bolder, the gentle stroke grew in its
intensity.
They were still
kissing and Jane wasn’t any more the passive partner. She couldn’t say when
that had happened, but it had. She had her arms around his shoulders as well.
From somewhere
across the room she heard a low growl that was almost animal in its intensity
and in the corner of her eye Jane could see the other couple. Tim already had
his hand up
This was
something that Jane didn’t want to happen to her, not being groped and then
screwed in front of
As yet she
hadn’t touched him but now he began to steer her hand towards his groin and that first encounter. She was reluctant
but then she’d never been in a rush to take hold of a man’s dick, she just
wasn’t that desperate, not that she was frigid, by no means frigid. She just
hadn’t ever been really turned on by feeling a man’s dick. It was a given that
any man trying to seduce her would have an erection, so the only two questions
were how big was it and how long could he last? She’d never felt enough or
experienced enough to be an expert in either.
At last Shaun
guided her hand to his groin and she felt that familiar hard shape which seemed
to jump and press against her. As always the more she touched then the more
excited and pressing Shaun became. He was big, not stonking, ginormous big, but
big enough and finally Jane started to feel that swelling between her legs as
she began to lubricate.
She was ssoooo
glad about that as she’d began to wonder whether she would be wet enough to
receive him, now she knew that she would and so Jane relaxed some more, given
his dick some friendly tugs. The affect was remarkable and Shaun’s free hand
was immediately trying to get beneath the hem of her dress.
She could have
stopped him, all the advantages were her’s, and once a man’s dick was touched
they ceased to think and just reacted. She could control him with a touch, a
promise, even a smile. Instead she allowed his hand beneath her hem, feeling
its wondering approach to her cunt.
He’d feel her
stockings and until he reached the soft and warm spread of her flesh, then
triggered by the realisation that she was wearing stockings, then he’d become
more urgent still.
Across the room
“Slow down.”
She managed to whisper. “I’m going no where.” There, that was an admission.
Across the room
there came the low keening cry that to Jane meant that
She settled
back into the plushness of the settee and then pushed insistently on his
shoulder until he received the message and started to slide down her body. She
wouldn’t let Shaun fuck her, not just yet, but she’d show
Just the
thought made her wet, not just moist enough, but sopping wet.
As Shaun
reached his place at her feet Jane drew her right leg up onto the settee and
drew back her dress, she wanted to see his head between her legs; this mild
domination was her favourite fantasy and one that Robert had always played
along with.
“It doesn’t
bite.” She laughed as she saw him hesitate.
He dipped his
head and she felt his breath against her thighs and then a delicate or hesitant
kiss. She drew in her breath in expectation, the familiar tightening of the
chest and that slight pounding in her head arrived, those signals of her
heightening pleasure.
She slid
forwards just an inch or enough but enough to push herself into his face, so that
his next kiss was against the thin fabric of her panties; let him smell me she thought. She felt the kiss, again gentle but
she now guessed hesitant, Shaun wasn’t into licking pussies? She smiled to
herself, well he’d learn, this was almost her most favourite act or position.
She loved it when Robert went down on her and if Shaun expected to shag her
then he’d have to play by her rules.
Jane looked
across to where Tara and Tim lay, she hadn’t realised until now how similar were
their names, they were now back kissing and touching, just recovering from
their sex and obviously anticipating more. Jane felt the kiss and carried on
smiling, then to help him she raised herself just enough, which was just enough
if he got the message, take my panties
off. She even wiggled a little and was rewarded by Shaun’s fingers catching
the legs of her panties and pulling.
Jane lifted
herself higher and couldn’t resist looking over to where
She pulled
Shaun’s face into her pussy and felt the first darting invasion of her privacy
by his tongue. It was her turn to growl, her turn to shudder, she kept her
fingers just wrapped in the mass of his hair, he couldn’t pull away without her
approval.
He started to
lap and she knew that this wasn’t his party piece, still she’d manage, all it
needed was a few words of encourage and advise, what she liked and how and for
how long. She steered his face until his tongue found her clitoris, now that
was better. Now she could stop wondering if she would climax and wonder when
and how hard.
“Use your
tongue more.” She whispered and by the look on
She lay back,
resting her head against the soft pillows of the settee. This was good, not
quite the best as that had to include Robert, but still pretty good, very
self-indulgent…
“Ahhhhh!” She cried
out, the first tremors of her orgasm started … “Ahhhhh!” It was like wave,
every decreasing waves with less time between each one, the nearer she was to
her climax and then the shorter the period between each convulsion, finally
there was no gap, the waves were continuous. Jane threw back her head and
screamed; she was coming and hard, very hard.
The orgasm
seemed to last for ever, she knew
that it could only have lasted a few seconds, but the effected seemed to last
forever, she shuddered and quivered, rubbing herself into his face. Slowly she
came down from her high, becoming more and more conscious of her surroundings,
the orgasm wasn’t quite spent, but the gushing intensity was over, now it was
like the ebbing of the tide.
It was a
frustration that men never realised how long her climaxes lasted, theirs was
short and sharp and they assumed that her’s was the same. It was now that she
wanted to be held, gently stroked, not in her intimate places, just held and
stroked, but Shaun hadn’t reached his moment and the settee wasn’t the place
for such intimacy.
“I need to … to
…” He stumbled over the words.
“I hope that
you were a boy scout.” Jane breathed.
“What?”
“Prepared, are
you prepared?” She tried to smile but in truth if he wasn’t then she’d had her
fun, then that would be cruel. She could always give him a hand job as she
didn’t enjoy having a man’s dick in her mouth.
“Sure.”
“Show me.” She
still had her legs wide and was unconsciously just touching herself, egging him
on with her brazenness. She was feeling so horny and was beginning to realise
that she hadn’t had her fun, that she
wanted more, much more. Still wasn’t fool, enough to believe a man without the
evidence, only Robert would be allowed to penetrate her without wearing
protection and only then after they were married.
He pulled the
foil wrapped condom from his wallet. “Satisfied?”
She almost asked for the date on the foil
but then resisted the tease. “Not satisfied, that’s your job.” She gave him
what she hoped was a smouldering look.
“Here?” Shaun
glanced about the room, Tim and Tara were too engrossed with each other to
really pay any attention to what Jane and Shaun did, still …
“The bedroom?”
Jane suggested and then “Just how many are there?”
“Bedrooms,
two.” Shaun rose unsteadily to his feet, even in the half light his erection
was very obvious and Jane couldn’t resist stroking it again. “Haaa!” He jerked
his head back.
“Help
“This way.”
Shaun took her by the hand, they passed silently by Tara and her partner, she
was practically out of her dress, her white breasts spilling from her brassier.
The two women exchanged glances before
Jane padded after Shaun.
“Can I turn the
light on?” He asked.
“Why?” She
asked.
“I want to see
you.” He said candidly.
“Low then.”
Jane conceded. She had never been one to fuck with the lights on, that was to
crude.
In the subdued glow
of a single side light the bedroom looked as large and as decadent as the
lounge. At least there wasn’t a mirror on the ceiling, but in every other way
it spoke of wealth and power. The bed was huge, one of those oversized beds in
which a person would feel lost, even two would rattle around and then Jane
realised that the bed was intended for more than two, that the bedroom, like
the lounge was designed to accommodate an orgy.
“We won’t be
joined later, will we?” It wasn’t a question, it was a statement.
“No, of course
not.” Shaun looked surprised at the idea, but that might have been just for
show. Jane guessed that he’d have soon as fucked her in the lounge as in this
bedroom. Shaun and Tim were a double act; they hunted as a pair and screwed as
a pair.
Jane had always
found this moment difficult, did she just dive on the bed or behave more
restrained and quietly undress. It was her best frock and that decided her. She
looked around for a hanger and having found one, casually undressed whilst
Shaun just stared, his eyes hungry with desire.
She was already
minus her pants and now unclipped her brassier whilst Shaun had just sat on the
bed to watch, absently he was touching himself.
“Before you
undress you could go and find my panties.” Jane suggested.
“What … right
…”
Jane laughed
softly. “I’m not going anywhere.”
As soon as
Shaun was out of the room Jane slipped beneath the sheets, they were pure
cotton, expensive and fresh. A moment later Shaun reappeared, his mouth open
ready to say something but then he saw her spread out beneath the sheets and
stopped.
“I said that I
wasn’t going anywhere.” Jane laughed again and then watched as Shaun undressed.
He had a good body; it wasn’t a bodybuilder’s body, but trim enough to say that
he looked after himself. When he was down to his shorts he stopped and looked
at her.
“Should I get
into bed now?”
“Not until they
are history.” Jane pointed at his shorts. “You ogled me so it’s only fair if I
do the same.”
“Okay.” Shaun
dropped his shorts and instantly his erect cock sprang to attention. He showed
no embarrassment in his nakedness. “Well?”
“What should I
say, give you a size comparison.” Jane started to laugh, this is fun, natural
and not as sleazy as she had imagined it might have become.
Shaun climbed
onto the bed, his dick swinging. Jane couldn’t resist taking hold. It was hot
and hard, she could feel the blood pounding through it and she could almost
believe that she could feel his pulse.
“Good enough?”
He said.
“Hope so, like
they say, you can’t tell until …“Jane doesn’t finish the sentence. She felt
high, exhilarated and very horny.
“Then stop
teasing me.”
“You’ll have to
wear something.” Jane grinned as she just gently wanked him. She knew that he wouldn’t
come that easily, but couldn’t explain how she knew.
“Of course.” He
pointed towards the bedside cabinet. “Unless you’re a fuck monster then there’s
plenty in the top drawer … why don’t you look and see …”
The profanity
shocked her; Shaun hadn’t used crudity during her seduction and he didn’t need
to now. Jane looked over to the bedside cabinet. She had two ways of moving,
one would show Shaun everything she had got, the other will make her look like
a school teacher. This wasn’t a time for false modesty and so she stretched
over, letting go of his dick and then pushing out her arse towards him.
She started to
count; it took to eight before she felt his hand on her buttocks.
She opened the
drawer and found his collection, there were enough condoms for an orgy of
orgies and they came in all shapes, colours and flavours. She felt his finger
brush across her anus and stopped her examination of the drawer contents.
“Not there.”
She says with a soft determination, finger fucking her arse was a privilege
that you earned. To date only Robert and one other had qualified.
He took the
hint and his hand travelled the few inches to her pussy. Jane sighed and smiled
to herself as his fingers slid into her wet pussy. He started to slowly finger
fuck her and Jane dug a condom from the general pile and tossed it in his
direction.
The finger
fucking stopped, she felt movement behind her but didn’t look back as she knew
what was happening and that was enough for her pussy to flood with expectation.
She felt a hand on her hips and knew that he is right behind her and now poised
to enter her. She wriggled her arse, presenting herself to him. A moment later
he was inside her and she cried out as his prick pushed over her entrance.
The cock seemed
to fill her to the brim. She knew that wasn’t the case. Shaun wasn’t the
biggest man that she had ever been with, but the illusion was enough. They
start to screw, Jane lowered her head and raised her buttocks a little, his
penetration became all the more intense and she started to softly moan to
herself.
They moved
around the bed, disengaging and re-engaging as they do, finally Jane was lying
on her back as they reached an almost mutual orgasm. He buried himself as deep
as he could go and as he started to come then so did she. It isn’t the greatest
or longest in her life, but she was happy and snuggled up to Shaun.
“That was
nice.” Jane whispered, her body was glowing from the
effect of two orgasms in a matter of minutes.
“Just nice?”
Shaun chuckled. He rubbed the lose hair off her face and kissed her on the
mouth. “Are you really getting married
soon?”
The question
made Jane wince. She wished that she hadn’t said anything and now wondered just
how much of Shaun’s attention was simply the fact that he’d just screwed a
woman the week before her wedding.
“A week on
Sunday.” She admitted. “Now change the subject … are you married?” Jane
reckoned that the best form of defence was attack. If he wanted to pry into her
circumstances then she’d do the same in reverse.
“Ouch … and no,
not any more, I’m divorced ... would it matter if I was?”
Jane wondered
whether to believe him or not, but then it didn’t really matter. If it had then
she’d have asked before he’d taken her knickers off and not after she had been
to bed with him.
“Only if there
was a chance of an angry wife turning up at the church.” Jane rolled onto her
side and snuggled back into what Robert called the spoon position. She was
suddenly tired and needed to sleep.
The next
morning or more properly later the same day, they screwed again. Shaun was a
thoughtful and considerate lover who took his time on the foreplay; so that
Jane was almost ready to come by the time he did enter her.
She drifted off
to sleep only to be woken again, this time by
“Time to move.”
Jane dressed
and they caught a cab to her flat. She felt shattered and went straight to bed
and was joined a few minutes later by
Later, after a
few hours sleep and a meal Jane felt almost revived. She hadn’t spoken of the
nights events and wondered if
“Was it worth
it?”
“What?”
“Going to bed
with Shaun, was he worth the effort?”
“Yeah, I
suppose so.” Jane reluctantly agreed. “How was yours?” It was one of those duty
questions, one you had to ask, even of you weren’t
interested in the answer.
“Tim, tiny Tim,
no just kidding, very physical, his
techniques a little lacking but he more than compensates with staying power.”
“Off?”
“A drink, a
meal and then back to the apartment for more of the other, what do you say?”
“Are you
serious?” Jane asked.
“Serious, I
most certainly am. Those gentlemen seem to have a great deal money and want to
spend some of it on us, so why should we object, or are you regretting last
night already?”
Jane grimaced.
“It isn’t the usual way of celebrating the end of your bachelorhood, going out
and getting picked up … how the hell can I face your brother?”
“Does he know
everything about you, how many lovers you’ve had for instance, I bet there are
many things that you haven’t told him?”
“Yeah, sure,
but they all happened before I met Robert.” Jane protested.
“You are what,
twenty five?”
“Twenty four
actually.”
“Whatever,
you’re going to be married to my brother for maybe fifty years and sometime or
other there will be things that you’ll both keep from each other. Believe me, I
do from
“No.” Jane
conceded. “And I still don’t know how I’ll face him.” She persisted.
“Bridges to be
crossed are just that, the future. Now about this evening …”
Jane listened
in abject horror as
“Sure, adds a
certain something to proceedings.”
Jane opened her
mouth to protest but
Two hours later
Jane had a complete new outfit down to her knickers. It wasn’t quite her style;
she’d have described it as posh pickup which she suspected was
“You look
gorgeous!”
“I feel like a
Christmas present, wrapped up to be unwrapped.” Jane complained, though she was
pleased at
“Do you shave
or trim?” She asked and then blushed furiously. She had never asked such a question before, well not when the other woman
was parading naked about her bedroom.
“What … oh …
“Does he shave
you?” Jane suddenly asked.
“It as been
known … why ask?”
“Just curious.”
Tonight it had
been Jane’s idea that they opened a bottle of wine, they were already two
thirds of the way down the bottle.
“So does Robert
get out the scissors?”
“He helps, but
I think he just likes looking.” Jane answered. “Can I ask a question?”
“Does doing it
with somebody else change things with
“Fake?”
Jane nodded.
“Now my
question … last night, he went down on you, do you like that?”
“Hmmm!” Jane
found that she couldn’t keep the grin off her face.
“I’ll remember
that.”
They met the
men at the same bar they’d met them on the previous evening. After a drink, this
meant that Jane had had several and was starting to feel relaxed, they went onto the restaurant and then onto a club before
returning to the apartment. All night Tim had paid the bills and paid her
attention without pushing the boundaries between conversations and touching.
By now any doubts
that Jane had been feeling were gone and when Tim snaked him arm around her
waist she actually wrapped her fingers into his hand.
In the lift
Shaun and Tara started kissing and after a hesitation Jane turned to Tim. “Are
we just going to watch?” She heard herself ask.
Tim smiled, she
noticed that he had one broken tooth that vanity hadn’t made him correct.
“Watching can be fun, but doing is so much better.” He tilted her head and
kissed her. She tasted peppermint on his lips and breathes; he’d used one of
those freshening sprays.
The lift
stopped whilst both couples were still kissing and the automatic doors opened.
They tumbled out and then down the short corridor to the apartment, for the
first time Jane realised that there was only one door off the corridor and they
were heading towards it. She hadn’t noticed before but it was a private lift.
Tim’s hand slid
from her’s and onto her buttocks, Jane felt his finger glide between her
buttocks. She didn’t do anything to halt his progress; in fact she enjoyed the
sensation. Robert was a bum man and maybe Tim also was. She did notice that it
was Tim who had the key and that all night Shaun had deferred to him. So did
that mean that Tim was the real money man and Shaun the hanger on?
They entered
the apartment proper; Tim left Jane’s buttocks just longer enough to produce another
bottle of champagne. They cheered when it was popped and saluted each other as
it was poured. Jane had a feel of history repeating itself.
Jane collapsed
onto the same settee where she was joined by Tim, this time his kiss tasted of
the champagne. He enveloped her, hands beneath her thin top and around her
breast, his mouth on her lips and then her neck before sucking on her ear
lobes. It was almost mechanical, a set routine that an experienced lothario took
until he discovered what made his lady of this
night tick.
He found her spot, the one just behind her right
ear and Jane succumbed. Robert always did this and now Tim was doing the same.
Jane growled softly, her head was to one side as Tim literally feasted on her. She
felt for and found his prick, it seemed smaller than Shaun’s but Jane didn’t
care.
When Tim started
to undress her Jane did nothing to stop him. Shaun had only removed her panties in public but now Tim undressed her
completely before burying his head deep between her legs. She was starting to
come almost before he found her clitoris, just on the way that he had caressed
and teased her body. It just wasn’t fair; Jane couldn’t control her own body.
With a cry she
started to come, Tim seemed to intensify his efforts, his tongue road her
orgasm and continued, returning to her clitoris, drilling his tongue between
her lips. She felt his finger searching for a route between her buttocks and
then she felt his finger pressing against her anus. It made her orgasm all the
more intense, it seemed to continue for ever and when his finger just pushed
inside her anus, then her orgasm just seemed to last for ever.
She came down,
but it was a slow event as Tim never once left her alone. He wasn’t intrusive;
usually all she wanted after orgasm was to be held and cuddled. Tim wasn’t
doing that, he was working on her nipples with the same skill and enthusiasm.
He was
relentless, skilful and relentless and even as her first orgasm was finishing
Jane felt the start of a second. He was back in her face, hands holding her so
that she couldn’t look away and couldn’t prevent him placing a pussy flavoured
kiss on her lips.
Now he
undressed himself, as if satisfied that she wasn’t going to vanish, still Tim
quickly undressed. Again he had no shame, his cock was hard and he even briefly
rubbed himself as sitting back he feasted on her naked, open body.
“I have to fuck
to you.” He said, now stroking her inner thighs.
“Yeees …” Jane
moaned. She wanted him inside her, at that moment nothing else matter except to
feel this man, this stranger, to bury himself inside her. “You must …”
“I know … I
must wear something … Shaun told
“Lets find
out.” Jane laughed and opened her legs just a little wider.
“Your wish is
my command.” Tim shuffled forwards, Jane felt his cock nose its way along her
thigh, she resisted the temptation to reach down and guide it into her. He
would do that himself; she just braced herself as that first penetration always
if not exactly hurt stretched her.
“Ahhhhh!” The cry
from Jane was soft and involuntary as Tim eased himself inside her. He leant
over her and started to move, slowly to begin with as he adjusted himself to
the woman below her. What did she like, hard and fast,
slow or a mixture. He would play the game to please her for in doing that he
pleased himself.
She simply
moved beneath him, now matching her thrusts to his own, driving back at him,
not hard, just an insistent response. He knew already that he preferred the
other one; there was more of the animal in her. This one was a lamb and he
preferred the wolf.
He moved
around, pulling her onto his lap, now he could suckle her breasts … now that
brought more of a reaction, he sucked harder.
Jane squealed
and for a moment the blissful sex was charged with the pain from her nipples.
She opened her eyes and stared into his face, he was smiling, as he hurt her he
was actually smiling. She pulled his face away and kissed him, there; use your
lips that way she almost said.
He rolled her
onto her back, pinning her beneath him and then furiously brought her to
another orgasm, slamming into her until she was crying with each thrust …”Ohh!
… Ohh! … Ohh! … Ohh! … Ohh! … Ohh! … Ohh! … Ohh! ...Ahhhhh!”
She was coming,
and he felt the triumph of making another woman come beneath him.
Jane was turned
again, now she was leaning into the couch with her arse in the air. She felt
Tim just stroking her, not fucking her, just stroking her. She heard
It was the feel that alerted Jane to the fact that something had changed, Tim felt
different. She managed to twist around and froze, it was Shaun kneeling behind
her, and it was Shaun who was fucking her. She just stared and then looked over
the room to where Tim was now fucking
“No!” She
whispered and tried ineffectually to wave her hand at him. It did no use and
then it didn’t matter as she began to orgasm again.
Jane awoke in a
bed she couldn’t remember getting into. It was the big bed, the one she had
spent the night with Shaun in. She looked around, she was alone but the pillow
next to her’s had been slept on. She heard the toilet flush and then a very
naked
“You’re awake.”
“Yeah …” Jane stopped;
the memories of last night flooded her head. “Jesus … I just remembered.” She
looked towards
“They swapped …
oh yes, that bastards had it all planned. Tim wanted you because of the wedding thing and as his daddy owns the apartment
and Shaun is supposed to be his minder, then what Tim wants Tim get.”
Jane took a
shower whilst
“Ever slept
with a woman?”
“Please …
enough already.” Jane spluttered.
“I meant that
there’s only one bed, its big enough for two, so long as you don’t mind me next
to you.”
“We did that
yesterday, remember?” She felt very weary. “So this way I get sleep with both
of the McCloud siblings?” Jane retorted and a little of her humour and
feistiness reappeared.
“Nice way of
putting it …now which is your pillow?” When
It was mid
afternoon when they slipped into the big bed and darkness had fallen when Jane
awoke. She couldn’t see the time on the alarm clock without switching on the
light and didn’t want to do that for fear of disturbing
“How long have
you been awake.” a sleepy voice asked her.
“What … just a
few minutes … you?”
“The same … I
sleep light and you’re snoring woke me.”
“I don’t
snore!” Jane protested.
“Then we have
someone else in bed with us.”
“No, never
again … the next man I sleep with will be called McCloud.” Then just in case
that wasn’t clear enough. “Robert McCloud.”
“Good choice …
no seriously … my brother will be a loyal husband and brilliant father.”
“The ancestral
home, is it really out of the dark ages?” Jane asked. She liked the idea of
Robert as a husband and father; it made her glow to think that she’d be a wife
and mother.
“Will I hack
it?” Jane said.
“Truth is I
don’t know, Robert knows what to expect, you don’t, you’ll need him to help you
and knowing Robert he will. You’ll have time; keep away from the place at
first, just visit for holidays and the like.”
Jane was silent
for a while. “Meaning you don’t think I’ll hack it?”
“Meaning that
you’ll need Robert to help you, on your own, no. you’ll be back here in three
months.”
Jane kicked the
quilt off and lay naked on the bed. It was a warm night and any inhibitions she
had about being naked with a woman had been permanently destroyed over the past
couple of days. “Do you live nearby?”
“An hour in
good weather, a day in bad … you really are very beautiful, never realised
before just how beautiful … I’ll call around, but I have my family and house to
run, so don’t expect to see me every day.” She ran her finger along Jane’s rib
cage and down to her belly button.
Jane flinched
and absently flicked away
“Robert said
that you’re ticklish.”
“Leave off then
… I just realised, what’s your other name, your married name.” In mild
annoyance she caught
“Oh … Lorimor,
Mrs. Duncan Lorimor.” She withdrew her hand from Jane’s.
“Not a Mc?”
“God no,
Lorimor is a lowland name, McCloud’s a highland name … the McClouds are
highlanders, kilts and all that, the Lorimor’s are good lowland farmers.”
“Oh!” Jane
couldn’t see the difference.
“There was a
time when lowlanders and highlanders regarded each other as foreigners; even
now the more traditional still don’t like the inter-marrying of the ‘races’.
“Your parents?”
Jane asked with a flash of insight.
“Mother, I
should have married into a highland family, father isn’t so bothered, but even
he was disappointed.”
Jane looked up
just as
“I am worse
than a lowlander?” Jane asked.
“Should have
been, but they liked you, seems that you stood up for yourself, and they liked
that. I stood up for myself and dam near got excommunicated.” She was bitter;
there was the hint of a family dispute here.
Jane was
becoming intrigued and was also trying to ignore the insistent touching from
“So what’s the
difference?”
“Roberts a boy
and I’m a girl.”
“I’ve noticed.”
Jane giggled. “So how does that change things?”
“It just does,
Robert will be clan chief so he’s entitled to make decisions, I’m the sister,
that’s almost breeding stock … have I said how attractive you are?”
“Yes … and …
and …” Jane didn’t quite know how to tell
The two women
just stared at each other. There was a growing tension between them, a tension
Jane had only ever felt when she had been with a man for the first time.
“Do you know
what you’re doing.” Jane said in a soft, still voice.
“Yeah!”
“I have never…” Jane didn’t finish the sentence.
“Neither have
I, not properly, just schoolgirl touching and that was year’s ago when I was
away at boarding school… is that nice?”
“Hmmm!” There
was no point is lying, Jane’s nipples weren’t hard but they were, well, just
tingling and she did feel a certain
moisture elsewhere. “It’s different, not like when a man touches me.”
Tentatively she brushed the back of her hand across
“Aah!”
“If we don’t
stop …” Jane said.
“I know … is
this taking the sister in law connection to far …”
Jane giggled.
“I already have a sister in law, my brothers wife … she’s never taken me on a
weekend of debauchery … I have never watched her fuck with a complete stranger
or have her do the same … are we being stupid, taking this too far?” She asked
touching
“Very stupid …
and tomorrow … well tomorrow we can always look back and cringe.”
“Why don’t we
do it properly.” Jane suggested, her head was pounding with the blood surging
through her and she was sure that her heart would explode. She didn’t like to
think what she was like between her legs and that a woman was making her so
excited.
“Kiss me
again.” Jane whispered. She tilted her head up towards
How long they
stay together, just embracing and kissing isn’t recorded and for both women
time isn’t important. They didn’t touch and didn’t really explore each other
bodies. They were content to be just with each other.
“Confession
time.” Whispered a breathless and giggly Jane.
“What?”
“I don’t know what
to do … I mean the order of things.”
The giggle became a laugh.
“Should we get
drunk … again?”
“No … no more
booze … I’m just a bit naïve that’s all.” Jane giggled again. She felt
intoxicated even though she knew it wasn’t possible.
“Let’s try
this.”
A soft cry was
Jane’s answer and her hands began to stroke and tentatively explore
After that,
nature, instinct or just blind luck took over. Finally Jane’s hand was between
Their climaxes
were both inevitable and almost simultaneous and afterwards they slept as
lovers, embracing each other and as lovers do, so the next time they awoke they
made love again, only this time their fingers were replaced by tongues.
There was a
message on the answer phone when they eventually surfaced sometime on Monday
morning. It was from one of Roberts’s friends to announce they’d missed the
flight from
“It means that
Robert’s too ill to fly.”
“It’s the
longest we have been apart.” Jane admitted.
Robert returned
twenty four hours later to find that