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Archive name: elaine.txt (FFm, rom)
Authors name: HenryG (spykke_jones@hotmail.com)
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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