Business Studies 04 By Katzmarek -------------------------------------------------------------------- Author's Note. This is a work of erotic fiction. It may not be used for profit without the author's express permission in writing. --------------------------------------------------------------------- (Part 4) When I slip home from Nicks, it's about midnight. It doesn't seem that long since we were having curry and rice for dinner. Mum and dad haven't waited up, good. So they've had this day together and the evening by themselves, I'm not surprised they're in bed! I giggle to myself. I creep past their door, do I hear their bed squeaking? It's probably my imagination. In my room I have my own little TV and topbox. Well my dad has a good job and I'm an only child! I turn it on and check out the porn channels. After about 3 minutes I switch over to the news. Nick's cock looked nicer than the lot of them! Theres a padding down the hall and a soft tapping on my door. "Tee?" It's mum. "Come in," I tell her unenthusiastically. When she enters I'm in bed. She sits on the end with a serious look on her face. "Tee, where did you go?" she asks. "I went to see a friend," I tell her. "Angela?" "No... a guy," I admit. I can't lie to my mum. She's always so honest to me about, everything. "A boyfriend?" I nod. "Why haven't you told me about him? Y'know your father and I are not tyrants..." "I know mum... it's just... well I guess I didn't know how it was going to go, see? Whether it was all in my head or..." "I assume it's in his head as well now?" I nod. "Does he have a name?" I knew that question was coming, I don't know how to put the answer. "Of course!" I know that's not going to hold mum off for long! "Nick Apostolakis?" mum blurts out. I'm floored, flummoxed and flattened, SHE KNOWS! I don't believe it, it's got to be a lucky wild guess! I stare at her open-mouthed. "I KNEW it," mum says but she's not happy, I can tell. "I know men like Nick seem so much more... together, know their minds, treat you well, perhaps more... experienced, but Beatie... honey,are you SURE you know what you are getting into?" "Mum, how did you find out?" I ask her. "Hell! Tee, this last week, well, you wouldn't have to be a rocket scientist to know something was going on. The change in you was quite dramatic!" "Oh!" I feel embarrassed. Mum's sly-grinning face doesn't help! "Nick's quite a charmer isn't he? I can see what you see in him! You know something?" mum continues, "if your dad wasn't around..." "What mum?" I say, peevishly. She drops her voice a little as if dad could here us through three walls! "... I wouldn't mind a bit of a roll with him..." "MUM!" I'm shocked. Mums don't say things like that to their daughters! "Well? I've got feelings like everyone else. Y'know you don't stop having... thoughts once you've married!" "I know that mum, it's just... you're talking about my boyfriend and... I'm not used to discussing that sort of thing with you and..." "Yes, about THAT sort of thing. Have you and Nick... y'know... done the DEED so to speak?" mum asks me. "Not really," I hedge. I feel all shy talking to mum about it. What does she want, a 'minute by minute?' "We just sort of... fooled around a bit." I can't help grinning. Mum has that 'all-knowing' look. "Fooled around?" mum looks thoughtful, " look Tee, I don't want to be one of those interfering mothers but..." "I know what you're going to say," I interrupt, "you're going to say he's too old for me and..." "Well, look at it from Nick's point of view," mum chips in, "his wife leaves him, he's all alone and feeling low... within himself... and this 17 year old comes along and throws herself at him and..." "I didn't throw... " I react angrily. "So he what? Seduced you away from your schoolbooks or something, Look!" mum leans towards me, "he's 40, you're 17, ask yourself? Are you ready to deal with that emotionally? Be honest?" "He's 42." "Don't be cute! Think about it Beatie? I don't want to see you screwed up!" "Nick wouldn't..." "Of course he would Beatie! He's a man, a 42 year old man and don't tell me he wouldn't take advantage of you. I know men and I know Nick Apostolakis. Believe me, you have to trust me on this!" The desperate warning tone in mum's voice disturbs me. My bravado begins to fade, I feel defensive, but what if mum's right? What if she knows something about Nick that I don't? "What do you know about him mum?" I think I ought to know everything SHE knows. "I can't... " Mum looks conflicted. I don't understand, unless... "Mum, you and Nick never..." I can't complete the sentence. The implications are just too overwhelming. Mum shakes her head and stands up. "It's late, you'd better get some sleep. Think about what I said, ok?" It takes a long time for sleep to arrive. The enormity of what I'm thinking about keeps me awake long past 2am. --------------------------------------------------------------------- I sleep-in until 10 Sunday morning. After some brunch, I slip out and go for a walk. I need to digest what mum told me last night. 'Did she as good as tell me she had an affair with Nick? Have I jumped to the wrong conclusion? Perhaps mum was talking about something else she knew or heard around the neighbourhood.' Ok, so no-one's perfect are they? My instincts tell me that Nick is open and honest and if he's made some mistakes, well... Such is the questing heart! Mum's hung up on the 'age' thing I'm sure, I guess that's natural. Funny! I haven't really thought about age at all. I guess if I was marrying him and we were going to have kids? Hmm, I don't really want to go there yet! ---------------------------------------------------------------------- I find myself outside Nick's place, not hard when he lives next door. I walked around the block and approached his place from the other end of the street. I want to avoid facing my parents. He doesn't pick up the children until 5pm so I know he's home alone, at least I hope so! There's no answer at the door so I go around the back and find him planting some bulbs in the garden. "Hi," I call out, uncertainly. I'm not sure if I'm intruding. He smiles and beckons me through the garden gate. "Are your parents up?" he asks, looking towards our house. "Probably, or they might be still in bed. I've been for a walk, why?" "Because..." He stands and kisses me on the mouth. "... I don't want them to see that." "Oh," I smile, "they know anyway!" He looks shocked. "They do? What? You told them? Why?" "Mum guessed, Nick. It's hardly the world's best kept secret!" "Oh no!" Nick says, letting me go and walking around, "what are we going to do?" "So they know?" I shrug, "what do YOU want to do?" "Well, shit... um, I don't know. What did they say? This kind of changes everything." "Well mum wasn't happy. Are you wimping out on me Nick?" "No... I. I'm sorry... um... this makes things kind of awkward, doesn't it?" "Why, Nick? They'll come around, don't worry about my parents. In the end they'll be cool, I can handle that situation. But what about you Nick? How do YOU feel? Were you just having a bit of fun or..." He still looks anxious, like a schoolboy who's just been caught writing on the toilet walls and has to face the Principal. "Fun, no! I mean, of course it was fun..." He dissolves into a grin. He looks all cute, again! "Come inside," he says, shooting a glance at our house. I follow him inside. I watch his tight shorts as he walks, his strong-looking thighs. 'He must work out,' I think to myself. When we get to the lounge I ask him. "Gym, twice a week, got to be fit, why?" "Nothing," I say grinning. He grins back. "I'm having a shower, want to join me?" he asks. I come over all shy again, I think my face is flushed. Wordlessly, I follow him towards the bathroom. He has an en-suite but it's quite tiny. Instead we go to the main bathroom that also contains a spa-bath. He looks at me thoughtfully. "Would you prefer a spa instead?" "Um... sure," I reply, nervously. (Well! I'm kind of out of my comfort zone here!) It takes a little while to fill the bath and Nick heads off to get some fresh towels. When he returns, in addition to the towels over his arm, he carries a couple of Gin and Tonics, each complete with a slice of lemon. "Isn't it a bit early?" I ask him smiling. I'm trying to sound grown-up when it comes to alcohol. That was something my mother would have said. "Just one, why not!" (Why not indeed.) I just hope mum doesn't smell it on me later! --------------------------------------------------------------------- Nick throws off his shirt and starts to undo his shorts. "Are you getting undressed or are you getting in like that?" Nick asks, grinning. I lift up my shirt and take it off. Even though Nick saw me topless last night I still feel self-conscious. 'I'm being silly,' I tell myself and stoop to undo my bra-strap. My breasts swing free for Nick's appreciative gaze. I try not to catch his eye as I undo my pants and push them to the floor around my feet. Curiously, I instinctively adjust my panties so there's no hair poking out. I step out of my pants and look up at Nick. He's already naked, bending down to test the water and adjust the tap. His penis and balls are dangling in front of him, seemingly lifeless. "Is this too hot?" he asks me and I stoop to test the water myself. "No, fine," I tell him. Nick climbs in and gingerly settles himself in the water. I pluck up some courage and slide my panties down. I avoid Nick's eyes but I know he's looking me up and down. I've never been fully naked in front of a man before, except my father, of course, as a child. I quickly climb in and crouch down into the water opposite Nick. I can cope with Nick seeing my boobs but somehow my pussy seems more private to me. I feel funny about revealing it to him. The bath is a big one but even so it's only long enough to accomodate Nicks prone body, about 2 metres. I therefore tuck my knees up almost under my chin. God! I must seem like the original shy, blushing virgin! Nick's feet are wedged between my bottom and the edge of the bath. Nick passes me a Gin and takes a sip from his glass. I have a taste of the Gin, it's actually feels quite refreshing, sort of lemony. I guess Nick senses my discomfort. "You have a lovely body," he tells me, smiling. "My bottom's too big," I reply. "Oh rubbish!" he chides, "it's curved, like a woman's supposed to be. Those skinny things might as well be boys." I'm pleased by his comments. So much for Angela's hints that I need to lose a bit of weight! Nick begins to caress me with his toe, he moves it around the swell of my bottom and top of my thigh. It tickles a bit and I squirm. Encouraged, he lifts his leg and pushes his foot between my legs. I know where he's heading! In the end I give in and part my legs a little. His foot rests on my pussy. He plays with me down there with his toe. I hold his foot, stroking it a little, but mostly to have some control over what he's doing. We begin this little wrestling match between foot and hand. He's trying to push his toe into me and I'm trying to keep it away. For a while I pretend nothing is happening, all the time having this little contest. In the end I get a fit of the giggles. "Take it away," I laugh, holding his foot, "stop it... I'm shy!" "Turn round," he says, "lie back against me." I try and shuffle around but the bath's too narrow. I have to bite the bullet and stand up. As I turn around I try not to think of Nick looking straight at my bare bottom. I keep my thighs pressed together so he can't get too much of a view! I lean back and Nick's arms circle my waist. The bottoms of my boobs rest on his forearm. Quickly I'm reminded of the fundamental physical difference between man and woman, it's pressing against the crack of my bottom. "Better?" he murmurs against my cheek. "Uh huh!" It's SO comfortable I almost feel like having a nap. That is, if it wasn't for Nick nuzzling my neck and pecking me on the cheek! He eases my head back to his shoulder and turns my face to his. His kiss is long, languid and thorough. His fingers are on my boobs, exploring and rubbing my nipples. He squeezes and teases them so they're soon standing stiff. I feel all my doubts melting away to be replaced by desire. There is an urgency growing. His hands are all over me and he's kissing every part of my face and neck he can reach. A hand reaches between my legs and explores, a finger finds my clitoris and rubs it. I twist my body towards him. Just below the water I see the head of his penis, like an eel ready to break surface. I capture it with my hand and give it a little squeeze. I then draw my fingers up and down it. Meanwhile, Nick's hand dislodges from my pussy. He reaches down with his other and I push my bottom towards it, I don't want him to stop! Our bodies are getting into tangle and it's uncomfortable. I'm trying to pull on him and continue kissing him at the same time. He's trying to rub me, knead my boob as well as kiss, our bodies all kind of twisted and bent. "Wait," Nick says, urgently, " I'm going to destroy my back." He's kind of leaning at an angle, his upper body twisted around. He pulls me gently up and lifts me towards the other end of the bath. He gets me on my knees facing away from him, my chest resting on the edge. "Spread your knees!" he commands and I obey. Now he moves behind me and slides his erection along my crack. "Don't get me pregnant!" I protest. "No, no, it's alright," he assures me. Holding himself in his hand he saws his penis back and forth, pressing hard against my pussy. It tangles a little in my little thatch but it feels great! On pulling back, his cock comes dangerously close to slipping inside me but I'm beginning not to care. I wish he'd go faster! "You alright babe?" he murmurs a question, "Yes, yes... keeping going!" "Why? You need to be somewhere?" he teases. "No... just don't stop!" I'm almost in tears, I feel so horny. But Nick still goes slowly, teasing me, making me beg for release. (I'll remember that, the bastard!) He stops and I can hear him fiddling about behind me. "What are you doing?" I whine at him. I look behind and he's moving back, good! This time his cock feels different, a different texture entirely. I soon realise he has on a condom. "What?" I start to say in surprise. "In case of accidents," he tells me, his voice thick with arousal. The question of where the hell he got it from doesn't enter my head. The head of his cock presses against the entry to my vagina. It feels funny, a hard lump pushing my lips apart where only fingers have probed before. He pushes insistantly against me. "May I?" he asks. I swallow and nod. Might as well get this over with. Nick works his cock around some more and pushes, stretching me open, until he butts up against my hymen. "My God you're..." he exclaims. I reach back between my legs and hold him in place. "Just do it Nick!" I tell him. "Are you sure?" "Hurry up and do it!" I beg. He moves it around some more, inching it harder and harder against my cherry. I try and help by grinding back against him but I can't catch his rhythm. Nick gives a couple of sharp jabs and I feel something give inside. A sharp pain starts straight away and I can feel a gushing feeling. Actually there's only a little trickle of blood but it felt like I was haemoraging! At last he's inside me, I feel so stretched and full. I strange feeling but a good one, if it wasn't for the aggravating soreness. Nick rests it there inside and he's all concern and guilt. "I'm sorry, I just didn't know you were... never thought to ask..." he babbles. "Please be quiet Nicky," I tell him, " I wanted it to be with you, ok? Just hold me and love me and let's finish." That done he resumes stroking and caressing me. As he moves, his cock sort of nudges around a little, keeping him hard and releasing little mini-bursts of sensation. He starts back on my clit and I wriggle around in response. I explore the feeling of this hard intrusion into my womanhood, pushing back and forth, side to side, trying to avoid the sore area. Soon Nick's finger is jiggling on my button, his cock moving back and forth. I push back, trying to match him, my orgasm is building and Nick is trying to catch a ride. It almost catches me unawares. Nick's fingers are starting to tire when a spasm hits, leaving me breathless with it's intensity. Another hits and I suck in my breath and let it out in a scream as it passes. I'm aware of Nick pumping into me, the water sloshing about, I undergo another charge of exquisite release and scream again. Every time Nick rams me I get another jolt of pure joy. Nick's hammering becomes erratic, I can feel him pulsing inside me, his hot breath blowing on my back. At last he slows down and stops, I want to collapse but he's holding me up, grinding the last ounce of his stuff into the sheath. "Oh baby I..." Nothing can describe the love I feel for him right now. It's like we've become one individual, fused together in every way. I don't want ever to be separated from him. But practically, for the moment, I'm spent and Nick is too. I'm also messy down there. Nick flops back to his end of the bath and deposits the used condom on the floor. He's puffing like a steam train. "Not as fit as I thought," he gasps. (I think he could have thought up something better to say than that!) I turn around and sit back in the water, it's going cold. A thin red colour nows suffuses the water around me. It looks yuck and I slowly rise to get out. Every part of my body aches, my pussy's throbbing with pain and discomfort. I lean against the wall and reach for a towel. Nick is beside me and wraps the towel around me like I'm a small child. I love his care and concern, it makes me feel warm and secure. He dries me gently and fetches a flannel cloth to put between my legs. His arms encircle me and hold me as I start to cry tears of relief and happiness. After a while he gets my clothes and helps me dress. I know he's feeling guilty for taking my virginity, I wish I could think of something to say to express how I feel towards him right now. I flop on his sofa while he dresses and fusses in the kitchen. I think he's getting me a coffee or something. He returns with a couple of steaming cups and two pieces of coffee cake on a plate. He sits beside me and I snuggle into him. He puts a protective arm around me while the other holds his mug. "Are you..." "Yeah fine," I interrupt him. "Sore?" "A little... but it's ok. Look Nick, I'm fine and..." Just then the phone rings on the coffee table. Nick picks it up. "Nick... sure, she's right here... Tee, it's your mum." he says handing the phone to me. 'Oh no, not now!' -------------------------------------------------------------------- Mum's clearly upset. She gives me the speach about telling her where I'm going in case I get attacked and raped or something. (Yeah right, ten o'clock Sunday morning in the middle of the street!) Nick cowers on the end of the sofa, something like fear written on his face. Then it dawns on me that if I was from a Greek family then there'd be fourteen brothers on their way to beat the stuffing out of him. I bet he's broken about 5 taboos this morning. I smile what I hope was re-assuringly at him. "Yes, I'll be home soon, I know I promised to help clean house," I answer to her question. (Like, what's wrong with dad, has he got a broken arm?) Despite all our middle class liberalism I note that when it comes to women's traditional roles around the house... "Just you don't do anything foolish over there!" she gives me her parting shot. (As if I would!) "I don't know why she's so upset about it Nick," I tell him, " she's been telling me since I was about 14 to meet a nice boy." "Maybe she means just that; BOY," mumbles Nick, clearly uncomfortable. "So what does she want? Some guy trying to poke me in his car down by the river? Without any consideration or care or..." "Perhaps some nice young lad, more your age, goes out with you for a year or so, to the movies, dances. Then when you've decided you're ready, a romantic dinner and..." "Oh for God's sake Nick, you're sounding like my mother. You don't know the boys at our school, or this neighbourhood. All they think about is... is..." "Calm down!" "... is something to tell their friends in the footie team or..." "Beatie!" "... And I would have expected you to show me some understanding instead of siding with my mother!" I try to stand but I totter unsteadily. Nick rushes over and holds me, pulls me into a hug. "I'm sorry, please don't be angry. I'm just trying to see both sides and..." "Nick," I tell him firmly, " I just want you to see MY side, please?" "Sure, sure," he hugs me to him. (He's such a wimp!) ---------------------------------------------------------------------- I go home about 2. Dad finds something to do in the office while mum confronts me. "Well?" "Well what?" I reply, defiantly. I'm uncomfortable between my legs and it must look like I'm walking on eggshells. "What's the matter... Beatie did you?" Mum's all concern. She sighs heavily and puts her arm around me. Slowly she guides me towards the bathroom. "C'mon, let me have a look, see what the damage is. I'll get you a pad and something to put on it that'll help. Beatie?" "Hmm?" I allow myself to be lead towards the bathroom, mum's arm a comfort. "We won't tell you father just yet will we?" I shake my head and nestle against her. Katzmarek (C)