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English Roses Ch. 01

By: terravista



I was born and bred in small town Australia. Not quite the outback, but not far from it. The town had a High School, so was a reasonable size, but was fairly isolated. As with many such rural towns it was conservative, with much emphasis on hard work, clean living and sport. I was fine with the sport, but struggled with the first two. I'd wanted to get out of there from my early teens and when I got a girl pregnant at 18, my father began agreeing with me.

Dad asked his brother, who worked in construction on the Gold Coast, to find me a labouring job and away I went. I only went home at Christmas and never got to see my daughter. Evidently the mother had married and her family viewed me as a pariah. Why it had to be this way I wasn't sure, but it was the first example of women making my life more complicated than it need be.

I'd lived on the Gold Coast for nine years. My love of sport remained undiminished. Cricket and surfing in the summer, rugby in the winter. It was a great life and I wasn't much interested in a career of any sort. Casual labouring, pool cleaning or bar work, which always had to fit around sport and my social life. However, at 27 years old, I began to feel I'd drifted into a bit of a rut. The latest job, bouncing at a local night club, was not inspiring me and my three year relationship with Emma had become a little stale. 

That's not to say Emma had lost any of her looks. She was a good looking woman and would have no trouble attracting any red blooded man. At 24 years old she was tall and slim at 5 foot eight. In true Gold Coast fashion she had sun bleached blond hair that she always straightened, which came to the middle of her long neck. Her breasts weren't large, just a small handful, but were in proportion to her lithe body, long legs and tight butt. In summary, she was an athletic, good looking, Queensland girl and my mates thought I was lucky to have caught her. However in the past year, we'd both stopped trying and the relationship had suffered.

About this time an Englishman, Jeremy, playing a season in my cricket team, asked if I wanted him to hook me up with a club back in England. Five years earlier I'd played a season for a club over in Yorkshire and loved the experience. The weather had been rubbish, but I'd played well and become a bit of a local celebrity. 

I told Jeremy that I'd be a starter for anything he could organise.

Jeremy soon came back with a club in the south of England. It was a village club, but the next village was only two miles down the road and, with a city close by, it was hardy the Outback. 

The deal was that the club would find me accommodation, a job and pay me a small remuneration. In return I was to be their one overseas professional that clubs were permitted to have in that League.

I spoke to Emma about it and she didn't seem to mind.

"Well you love your sport Babe, and to tell the truth we're having trouble finding time for each other right now, with my knew job and all. We might as well be in separate countries." She was referring to her new job in Travel, which she'd been throwing herself into lately.

What she didn't say, but which had been causing tension between us, was that I had continued to be my usual slack self and had no future prospects of any real consequence. However, that should have been the least of her concerns. What Emma didn't know, was that I'd had a couple of flings recently. One of these had been with Julie, a good friend of Emma's. Nothing serious, just knocking off work early and going back to her place, for a little afternoon delight. I'd wondered to myself if Emma had done similar with any men.

Unfortunately Julie began to use the word, "Us", a bit too often for my liking. I didn't like where it was headed and so stopped these liaisons. Then, of course I had to start fretting over whether she'd be a bitch about it and say something to Emma. Fortunately she hadn't, but it became tense when we would all meet up.

This wasn't the first time this had happened to one of my relationships. Women just seemed to bring problems for me. They always had done. I had no trouble finding them and generally they seemed to like me, but there was always drama of some kind. Now I had yet another problem going on with Emma and our relationship. I needed to get away. Somewhere I could just concentrate on my sport and women would not cause issues in my life. England seemed just the place.

The irony was that on the day prior to my departure, Emma did everything possible to reignite the flame of passion. In an effort to turn back the clock, she found time to get off work and we went to the beach together for lunch. We hung out swimming, people watching and talking. Then, in the evening, we went out for an upmarket, romantic dinner. She got dressed up in a tight, short skirt with a light silk top. Being tall her heels meant she came up to near my height and her long tanned legs looked outstanding. She'd had a bit to drink, so when we got back to the car she got me to drive.

As soon as we were moving, Emma dropped her hand directly onto my crotch and began to stroke me through my trousers. 

"That's naughty," I said. "It's a while since you've done that in the car."

Emma looked over at me out of the corner of her eyes giving me that cheeky, slightly tipsy look.

"It's a while since I've done this as well," she said.

With that she unzipped my fly and fetched out my rapidly hardening cock. At first she continued to lightly stroke it, while I did my best to concentrate on the road. This was the cheeky fun loving Emma I'd not seen in many months.

She slowly moved her head down toward my lap, stopped her stroking and grasped firmly onto the lower end of my shaft. She brought her lips close to the knob and began to lightly blow air on it. As I tensed she brought her tongue to the underside of the shaft and licked from her hand to the top, before swirling her tongue around the knob.

Emma hadn't done anything like this in months and it was a huge turn on. She looked up and me and moistened her lips seductively. Then she dropped her head and enveloped the four inches of my shaft that showed above her hand. I almost came right there and then and had to fight to keep control. 

Emma began to bob her head up and down, as I rested my free hand lightly on her head. I was aware this blow job was my invitation to proceed onto a sexual activity she knew was my dream fantasy.

I pulled the car into a deserted beach side car park. We'd done this before and Emma knew the drill all too well. As the car came to a stop she stopped sucking and came up for air. She immediately pulled up her skirt, raised her hips and dragged her thong down those long legs. She handed it to me as we both got out of the car. 

These car parks weren't the safest at night and there was always an element of danger. Emma had told me previously that it made her very nervous, but she knew it was a huge turn on for me. She came to my side of the car and gave me a warm passionate kiss, before turning and placing both her hands on the bonnet, slightly bent at the waist. I quickly moved in behind her, my cock waving free in the warm night air. 

I moved my hands under her loose top and onto her breasts, massaging them through her bra. She purred her approval at this, moved her butt back onto my cock and began to slowly rotate it. I was finding it hard to contain myself, so I grabbed the hem of her skirt and lifted it, exposing her arse. I quickly moved my hand to her slit and ran my fingers up and down, finding her pleasingly wet. I knew she'd have lubricated herself. She'd be turned on, but given her apprehension about the location, she'd want the action without any formalities. 

Aware of this I didn't hesitate in grabbing my cock and bringing it directly to her vulva. Emma shuffled back toward me on her high heels, spread her legs apart and arched her back further, making herself more vulnerable. I rubbed the head around and soon located her hole. I slipped the knob in, placed a hand on each of her hips and immediately thrust my shaft half way inside of her.

We both let out a long breath of satisfaction at this initial entry. I withdrew and thrust forward two more times, until I had completely filled her. The public space and the danger were all part of the turn on and I rested there as she adjusted to my girth. I gave her a few light taps on her arse, while still buried to the hilt inside of her. Emma began to move her hips back and forth indicating that I should get a move on, so I began to shaft her with quick deep thrusts. She pushed back to meet me, causing my hips and her rear to slap together. 

Because of her oral efforts in the car and my heightened excitement about the location, it was never going to last long. I soon felt my juices rising, as I gripped her hips tighter and increased the pace of my thrusting. Finally, with a loud moan I rammed it home, one last time. I held my cock there as it began to pulse and I came deep inside of her.

I had barely finished before we heard voices from back on the road. Emma quickly moved forward, dislodging me. I knew she'd be concerned someone would come by and anxious that we move on. My cock sprang free, still hard. She turned, looked around, then grabbed it and took it in her mouth again. She bobbed her head again and sucked out the last bit of cum as she cleaned my shaft. I knew she'd be scared, hadn't come and would have semen dribbling down the inside of her thighs. The whole act was a real giving thing on her part. I appreciated that and felt a wave of post-coital affection for Emma sweep over me.

We got back in the car, drove home, stripped naked and went straight to bed. There I repaid her in full for what she had given me that evening. I went down on her, tonguing, kissing and nibbling her inner thighs and labia for a long time, before moving on to work on her swollen clitoris. In our own bed Emma was far more relaxed and I was able to bring her slowly to a nice climax. Then I entered her again and we fucked, slow and long, while hugging each other closely. The whole thing was very close and extremely intimate.

When we finished I rolled away and Emma came into my arms. She started weeping on my shoulder and asked if we would still be together when I returned.

"That's if you don't find someone else," I said, only half in jest.

"There is nobody else," she replied matter of factly. 

I knew she was being honest and I felt a huge pang of guilt shoot through me. Especially in regard to her friend Julie. I felt really bad about that and held Emma tight, while trying to reassure her we'd be Ok.

The next morning, she woke me early and we fucked again, one last time, before she got up, showered and we shared a final embrace. Then she left for work.

"Bloody hell," I thought, "I wouldn't be going if we'd had this, a couple of times a week. Why's she giving me this, just as I'm heading away?" 

I was just a simple boy from the Bush and I was really quite perplexed by the whole thing. I decided you just couldn't figure out women or what makes them tick. I hoped things would be less complex in England.

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I left the warm, balmy Gold Coast later that day and arrived to a damp, cold England. It had snowed three days prior to my arrival. However, we managed to get some practice in and my new team mates gave me a warm welcome. 

My accommodation turned out to be boarding with an older member of the team, Mike Manning and his wife Felicity. The job entailed menial shelf stacking at a supermarket owned by a former player. The pay was reasonable and this, plus what the club were paying me, was plenty for me to get by. I had to work three nights a week, 9pm to 2am, but this was fine by me, as it allowed, sleep-in's and free time during the day. 

I'd arrived after a solid cricket season back in Australia and found the standard in this League, below the level I'd been used too. Fortunately in the first game, played in frigid, wintery conditions, I managed to make a few runs and take a couple of catches. So I'd made a good early impression.

The club had two teams and I was happy to find that they enjoyed socialising. They had club rooms with a bar at their picturesque little ground and a pub nearby, that we would adjourn to later. A little further away was the city, with the usual nightclubs. The younger boys in the club would take me down there on occasion. 

Despite the cold, and some yearning for Emma and the surf, I soon settled in nicely and began to relax and enjoy myself. Mike and Felicity's two bedroom house was warm and located about half a mile from the cricket ground. My upstairs bedroom was big enough and the double bed nice and soft. I would return home late from work or socialising, sleep in the next day, mooch around, eat, watch some TV and then head down to the park for practice in the late afternoon. Just the sort of life I had been used to back home.

Of my team mates, the first I got to know well was Mike. He commuted some distance to his white collar job and left work early, so he could get back in time for practice. Felicity was a nurse and she worked shifts. They had no kids. Mike was a nice, friendly chap, while Felicity was a little more quiet and distant toward me, when I first arrived. She presented as a cautious type. However, I'd met this sort of woman before. I knew that, despite her demeanour, she'd be sizing me up.

Felicity was an attractive woman who carried herself well. At around 30 years old she looked her age, with strawberry blond, shoulder length hair framing an attractive oval face. She had high cheek bones, and hazel eyes. At about five foot six, she was nicely proportioned, with breasts consider ably larger than Emma's. She exercised regularly at the gym and her calves were toned, but her butt was possibly a little wide for my liking. However, the good bits certainly outweighed the negatives. 

My second good mate in the team soon became Jack Harrison the Team Captain. He was a great bloke and we soon became firm friends. He and fiancée Wendy were clearly smitten with each other. She was tall, slim and very attractive, almost like a model. She had long wavy brown hair that came to her mid back and she often tied it back in a pony-tail. She wasn't as big in the bust as Felicity, but her breast size was a nice fit for her slim body shape. She interested me, but on weighing it up I felt she was almost out of my league and besides that, Jack and Wendy were very tight. I thought I'd have no chance and soon put any such thoughts out of my mind. 

There were a number of younger single boys in the team. They were good sorts and plenty of fun. The unofficial leader and the one I initially talked with the most, was Finn. He was a travelling salesman and a tall, good looking lad with short cropped hair. His girlfriend Vanessa, or Ness, was a cute little thing in her early 20's. Her hair was jet black, but that wasn't its original colour. Ness was from, "up north", and had a broad northern accent. She was the life and soul of the party, and while no stunner like Wendy, she was an appealing sight. She often showed up at the pub in her tight top, little black mini and high heels, all set for a night on the town.

It was with Finn, Ness and their mates in the team that I would go clubbing. Ness would tease me about who I might like to go home with. To be fair, I was a reasonably good looking boy, 5 foot 10, short dark hair, toned body, with a nice Aussie tan and the accent to match. I liked to give the local girls a bit of chat and could have gone home with any number of them, should I have wished too. However, those last few days with Emma were still fresh in my mind. I was missing her, was a little bit homesick and decided to just play it cool for a start.

If I was going to go with anyone it would have to be more meaningful than a one night stand.

The one player I didn't take a great liking too was Francis Goodwin. I wasn't on my own with this, as most of the other players appeared not to like him. He was a good player, the next best batsmen after me and Jack, but he liked to talk cricket non-stop. To use a local word, he was a bit of a prat. 

For the first two weeks I didn't realise that Francis had a partner of any kind. Then one night, after we had moved on from the clubrooms to the pub, I noticed this young girl hanging around our group, chatting to one of the younger boys. I thought she looked too young to be in a pub, the legal drinking age being 18 years old in England. I asked Finn, who she was. He told me she was with Francis and her name was Terri.

"Francis has got a girl has he? How old is she?" I asked.

"Yeah, she's Terri and she's 18," said Finn. 

"Just left school and off to University up north in the autumn. She's nice; don't know what she sees in a wanker like Fanny Francis."

"Yeah right," I agreed, as we both found humour in Finn's description of our team mate.

To be honest, Terri didn't grab me for a start. She was a slightly built girl about 5 feet 3 tall, with dark brown hair, parted like a boys. It was cut very short on one side, but covered her ear on the other. She wore baggy T- shirts, but even so you could tell her breasts weren't large. The shirt came down over her jeans and you could not see her butt. She wore Dr Martin type boots, which completed the androgynous look. I did note her thin face was attractive enough, with nice eyes, high cheek bones and a large, pretty mouth. However, she did not appear to be wearing one bit of makeup, not even lipstick.

"Not my type," was my initial thought.

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That first month in England progressed very well from my point of view. May turned to June, the weather began to warm and our team had won three out of four games, with one rained off. My batting form was good and the club were more than getting their money's worth. I'd been Emailing Emma regularly, but I was now over the initial homesickness I'd felt.

Generally I'd been lying in late, drinking to excess and eating too much fast food. I started to do a bit of running to keep the weight down. Only about 5 miles at a time, but I included some faster work and began to trim down.

At home, in Mike and Felicity's house, things had settled into a nice routine. Everyone went about their business and any initial discomfort at my presence soon dissipated. However, as they became more familiar with my presence, they began to drop their façade. What I quickly noted was that they were not particularly content with each other. Felicity was unhappy with the amount of time Mike spent at cricket and socialising. She had not come to watch us play and had come to the pub only once. 

For his part Mike was stuck in a dead end job and intimated that Felicity was unsupportive and over controlling. There was tension between them, which I did my best to circumnavigate, while she began to interest me.

Felicity had started off very cool toward me. I think bringing a boarder in for the summer was another reason for her to be upset with Mike. However, I had not matched her antagonism, I helped around the house and I had a sense of humour. We were often both at home during the day, so saw each other regularly and she became increasingly friendly toward me. She was happy to engage in conversation and banter and at times could be a little flirtatious, in her quiet manner. 

Some of the TV programs we would watch together after Mike had gone to bed had some genuine sex scenes. Programs such as "Game of Thrones" had proven a little embarrassing at first, but as my stay moved on we began to joke about what was occurring on the screen.

"Oops here we go again." 

"You think she's enjoying that."

"Well he looks like he is."

I stopped short of asking Felicity, "Is that how you'd like to do it?"


English Roses Ch. 01



In addition to the chat, Felicity relaxed her manner of dress around me. It became increasingly casual. She would change out of the more formal clothing and nurses outfit into shorts and T-shirt or, if late, into her pyjamas with a robe. As the days warmed she swapped the long winter robe for a shorter, above the knee, satin one. I liked that. She would tuck her knees up on the couch, which exposed a pair of pale, slender thighs that caused me to move in order to hide my erection. 

Some of our talk involved how frustrating she found Mike. I listened, but would not say anything negative about Mike. However, I did compliment Felicity whenever the chance arose. How hard she worked, what she wore, how her hair was done on any given day. All women enjoy being complimented and Felicity was no different. We began to spend more time in each other's company and this was mostly due to Felicity. As well as staying up later than she had when I first arrived, she'd have me drive her to work or to the shops some days. 

I began to dream that Felicity would one day take my hand and place it between her thighs. However, I soon decided this was not going to occur. She was just too reserved and cautious. I'd been down this path before and knew it would be up to me to make the first move. 

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That day arrived the morning I met Terri on my daily jog. I was nearing the end of the run around noon, had stripped my singlet off, when up ahead I spotted a couple of girls walking toward me. I was checking them out from a distance and was almost right upon them before I recognised one as being Terri.

The reason I hadn't recognised her was because of what she wore. Gone was the featureless garb Terri wore to the pub. Today she was in a floral dress that hugged her slim body, showed a small bust, nice curves and finished above her knees. Her legs were bare and tanned, while she wore a pair of elevated summer sandals that raised her height two inches. She was wearing makeup and not only looked far more feminine, but considerably older. Her friend was similarly dressed and they made a very pretty couple of girls. My interest was pricked, both by how Terri looked, but also how freely she chatted to me. 

Terri turned out to be quite eloquent and engaged in conversation easily as we walked along. Her friend, Mandy was more reserved. She was a similar height to Terri, but more shapely with noticeable breasts, filling out her blouse. She had dark hair and wore it longer, past her shoulders. 

We walked along and they told me how they had both attended a local private school, had been friends for years and were both heading to Manchester for University. Terri had a younger brother and her parents were divorced. She lived with her mother, but spoke about her father in a manner that led me to believe she was a daddy's girl. She did not mention Francis at all. 

"What on earth is a girl like this doing with a wanker like Francis?" I thought to myself.

They were headed for lunch at a Café and invited me along. I said I'd just stop in for a coffee and pulled my singlet back on to look half presentable. 

In the café Terri continued to chat away, with Mandy joining in from time to time. I engaged in the conversation, telling them about Queensland and my life back there, but left out Emma. Every chance I could get I looked to check them out. Terri, with her long neck and figure hugging dress, and Mandy with her large firm breasts. They could not have failed to notice my interest, but didn't appear inhibited by this. I was beginning to get hard and so decided to excuse myself.

As I jogged home I could not stop thinking of Terri. Suddenly she had gone from a skinny little waif, not worth my time, to a young woman who had now grabbed my full attention. There was more than a little sexual allure about Terri. She had aroused me greatly. 

It was in this state of mind that I arrived home to find Felicity getting some food ready for her lunch. She had worked the 10pm to 6am shift and, as was her routine, had risen around 1pm. When I arrived home she was dressed in her light blue, satin robe that was held on by a tie around her waist. She was a little taken aback when I walked in.

"Oh, I thought you had gone out for the day," she said quickly.

"Nah, just a run." 

I made no attempt at all to avoid looking at her assets. Terri had made me horny and now standing right before me was a woman, attractive in her own right, semi-clad and who I knew had some interest in me. Even wearing no makeup and standing barefoot, she was very alluring. Felicity noticed my eyes as they wandered over her body and quickly turned away too busy herself at the kitchen bench. I sat back and took in all she had to offer.

There was no talk between us for some minutes, while I continued looking and she remained at the bench with her back to me. However, I knew she was aware that I was watching her and I was beginning to get hard again. The silence was deafening and I knew it was time to test the waters. 

"If I've read this wrong it will be very embarrassing and I'll get put in my place," I thought. However that would not be as bad as continuing uncertainty, due to inaction on my part.

When I rose the chair scraped, but still she did not turn around. I moved across the room and stood behind her. She knew I was close, but merely continued with her menial task. I knew she was waiting, but I was uncertain as to her reaction, should I touch her.

"Felicity...," I began, before my voice trailed off. I placed my hands on her shoulders, the first time I had touched her in any way.

Felicity put down the implement she was using and put her hands flat on the bench, drew a large breath and stared out the window. I felt her tense a little as she straightened her back, moving her head backwards and pushing her chest out. Still she said nothing, but I could tell she had been expecting this, possibly even wishing it.

I moved my hands off her shoulders and brought them down to her waist. My cock was now firm, but I avoided pressing it into her bottom. I rested my hands on her hips, outside of her robe, while I waited to see what reaction I would get. Felicity merely continued to breath, saying nothing. I viewed this as a green light.

Very slowly I moved my hands up her flanks and brought them to rest under her breasts, still outside of the robe. Now I needed to show her how serious I was. I took a step forward, placing my feet between hers and bringing my cock into contact with her arse. Felicity again sucked in a deep breath as she felt my hardness press between her upper butt cheeks. I moved my hands up onto her breasts, and found them cupped in a shear bra. She let out the lightest of moans, as I enveloped each breast. She began to move her body around, as if to scratch an itch. This caused her butt to begin massaging my erection.

Then, very gently, I began to squeeze and release her breasts. I felt her nipples harden through the bra and she pushed her arse harder into me. 

Felicity's reactions and lack of protest meant I knew I was free to proceed as I liked. I became more urgent, bringing my lips to her neck and she tilted her head to the side offering it to me. She had showered and I could smell the lavender scent from the soap she'd used. I continued to massage her breasts a little harder and began to twirl and squeeze her nipples. They swelled and hardened under my touch.

Then, very slowly, I moved my right hand inside her robe and began to move it down, across the swell of her stomach, toward her panty line. 

Suddenly Felicity swivelled to face me. She looked me in the eyes and then brought her lips to mine. Her lips were soft and moist. Our chests came together and my cock now pressed into her soft lower stomach. She could not have missed feeling my arousal. Our tongues met and passions rose further. Then, abruptly, she pulled back from the kiss looking a little concerned.

"Not here," she whispered, squeezing away from me. She took my hand and led me out of the kitchen toward the stairs. Without looking back she led me up the stairs and into my bedroom.

Once she closed the door Felicity was upon me like a hungry lioness pouncing on a zebra. Pressing me back against the wall and kissing me firmly, our tongues began to dance. We both pulled my sweat filled running singlet up and off my head. She ran her hands greedily over my chest, as I pulled the tie on her robe and let it fall open. Felicity shrugged out of the robe and fell on the floor at her feet. 

I broke the kiss and held her at arms-length, as she stood there in a matching pink bra and brief panties. The bra held her breasts high, her nipples protruding proudly through the sheer material. She was slim through the waste, then flared again at the hips. We moved back together and our hands wandered freely over each other, while we engaged in another deep passionate kiss. 

Felicity continued to take the lead when she broke the kiss and led me toward the bed. Still standing, facing me, she shed her bra. As I had imagined, she had pale, beautifully shaped, full breasts. Her aureoles were very small and her nipples pink and erect. I moved in, placing a hand on her butt and pulled her into me. I placed my other hand on her left breast, revelling in being able to touch its plumpness. My chest pressed into her right breast and my erect cock sat against her flank. I didn't loiter, quickly sliding my hand down, over her stomach to cup her mons through her panties. I could feel her damp heat and she sunk her hips to move herself into my hand.

We moved onto the bed and I lay on top of her, our chests pressed hard together. Her hands were in my hair and my hand still cupped her. Felicity ground her nipples into my smooth chest and her pelvis into my hand. Things were moving well, although much faster than I had anticipated. She was not about to say so, but her body language was telling me that I needed to get my cock inside of her. I decided to by-pass my usual foreplay routine and move directly to the grand finale.

Pulling my hand up to the top of her panties, I flattened it before slipping beneath the panty line. As I pushed southward I crossed her thatch, which felt sparse and closely trimmed. Felicity moved her legs apart slightly to allow my fingers to settle on her labia. I began to move them up and down and felt her lips and clitoris swell under my touch. 

As I continued my middle finger felt moisture and began to slip between her lips. Without hesitating I curled this finger and pushed it up inside of her. Felicity let out another soft moan of appreciation, while continuing to push into my exploring fingers. Her eyes were shut tight and her head now turned to the side. She was ready and I had no intentions of hesitating.

I quickly removed my hand and sat up. I put both hands on her panties and pulled them down her legs and off her feet. I knelt beside her, taking in her paleness, plump breasts and curves. I noted she was a natural, light red head and could see her swollen labia. There were little drops of moisture glistening between the lips and on her hairs. 

Felicity opened her eyes and watched, as I stood beside the bed and removed my running shorts. My now rock hard cock sprang free and the expression in her eyes was one of lust. I thought she might reach for it, but when she didn't I moved back onto the bed. As she drew her knees up and legs apart I settled between them. I moved to kiss her breasts and nipples. After a short time she drew her thighs still higher completely offering herself to me.

While propping myself up with one arm, I grasped my cock and guided it those swollen lower lips. Moving from the bottom of her wet slit, I dragged my cock up to rub against her swollen clitoris. A louder moan escaped her lips this time. I repeated this process, teasing her.

Felicity opened her eyes and looked at me in a pleading manner. Not a word had been spoken since entering the bedroom, but I felt the need to let her know exactly what was about to happen.

"Now I'm going to fuck you." I told her.

She said nothing and may not have appreciated my forthright language, but her eyes and expression told me that is exactly what she wanted me to do.

I stopped my cock at her entrance and pushed the helmet into her a fraction. I held it poised there briefly, before moving forward with my hips and slowly pushing half my length into her. That brought forth a deep guttural release, indicative of extreme pleasure. Without waiting I withdrew and then pushed forward again. Felicity was wet and slick, but also tight. Her vagina clung to my cock. I repeated the process five times, easing myself further into her, before I was buried to the hilt.

I waited as she adapted to my girth, my balls resting on her arse. Her eyes were shut tight again, her pink nipples hard as diamonds and her rapid breathing. She placed her hands behind her knees and drew her thighs still higher. I was able to look down between us to see our pelvic bones enmeshed. Noting her breathing, I decided she would soon finish and finesse on my part was of no consequence. 

Still looking down at where we were joined, I withdrew almost entirely, so I could now see my full length poised above her hole. This view always excited me. I amused myself by giving her five or six short prods, before driving back fully into her in one motion. This brought forth the same long low moan from Felicity. There was no doubt that she was completely in the zone. Her breasts became tauter to my touch, her fanny more giving to my cock and her thighs were up beside her breasts. She gave out all the indications of a woman ready to go over the top. I decided to not hold back.

I rose up on both forearms and began to roughly drive my cock into her softness, over and over with increasing speed. I watched myself as I did so. She moved her hips to meet my thrusts, meaning our pelvises crushed together and my balls slapped her arse. Her breasts shuddered and bounced with each thrust, her feet dug into my flank. Watching a beautiful women move beneath me, as I fucked her for the first time, meant I had to fight to control my juices. I was desperate for her to finish first. 

It was then that she spoke for the first and only time during the whole proceedings.

"Oh my god," she yelled, throwing back her head. 

I felt her vaginal walls clamp hard against my cock as she climaxed. I stopped pumping and held myself deep inside of her, as she contracted, again and again, against my shaft.

She was still pulsating when I resumed my thrusting. I had no intention of holding out. I wanted to finish just as she had. I drove in and out of Felicity about a dozen more times and with one final thrust, I held my cock deep inside of her and released my seed into her womb. As I did so I ground my pelvis into hers and collapsed on top of her.

The big build up, the novelty and then the "wham bam" nature of our coupling made this one of the most intense finishes I'd ever experienced. Hardly any foreplay, very little thrusting and then we both finish with a roar. A pity sex couldn't be so straight forward every time.

For a time we just lay there, panting and joined together, while we regained some composure. Finally as we both began to settle; I slipped out and rolled over to lie beside her.

"That was incredible," I said between breaths.

A dreamy, "Yeah," was all she could muster in reply.

My breathing calmed and I began to think, "What will we get up to now? Maybe a long varied sex session?"

However, I was soon to learn that wasn't Felicity's style. After a couple of minutes, she took a large breath, sat up, said, "Thanks for that," and headed for the bathroom. 

I continued to lie there, thinking she might return. Then I heard the shower begin.

I thought to myself, "Bloody hell, after the intensity of that, why wouldn't you want to go another round? Women! Who can work them out?"

After Felicity had finished her shower and gone to her bedroom, I quickly had a shower of my own and then left the house with my cricket gear. I didn't want to be making any embarrassing small talk with my landlady after I'd just fucked her. I knew I'd have to see Mike at practice, but I could handle that. 

As I walked along my thoughts turned to Emma and the intimacy we'd shared on our final night together. Then onto sweet Terri and how I'd like to lift that floral dress up her slim thighs and explore what lay beneath. Finally, I drifted back to Felicity and the passion we had just shared that afternoon. I was aware my move to England had not really solved my women problems.



English Roses Ch. 02



An Aussie country boy has moved to England to play sport, hoping for a less complicated social life. Are things likely to be any different in England? Early indications are that he might be the author of his own problems, in so far as women are concerned. His story continues.

I had left Australia and my girlfriend, Emma, behind for a season playing cricket up in England. Also left behind were the complications that women can bring to your life. Initially the cricket went well, but I had missed Emma. We'd become close again in the day's prior to my departing. However, as the weeks passed, I began to think less of Emma and more about possibilities, closer at hand.

I was boarding with a team mate, Mike and his wife, Felicity. Despite some tension between the couple this situation had been going well. However, as the early weeks of summer had progressed I had become increasingly interested in Felicity. She was blond, attractive and had a nicely toned body. The attraction grew mutual and in the end we'd made love, for the first time, that afternoon. 

In addition to Felicity I was falling heavily for the young girlfriend of another team member. Terri was being taken for granted by her strange boyfriend Francis and I'd found her very engaging. I always looked forward to seeing her and was disappointed when she did not show at the pub after cricket. In addition there were other women associated with players in the club, who I was somewhat attracted too. Life was becoming no less complicated in England than it had been is Aus.

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After enjoying some afternoon delight with Felicity I'd headed off to that evening's cricket practice, with an extra spring in my step. It was dark by 6pm back home in Queensland, but in England the evenings stretched on until hours later. It's a beautiful time of the day to play sport and socialise. I felt a small pang of guilt when I saw Felicity's husband Mike, arrive. However, this soon disappeared as practice got under way and the team began to engage in the normal male banter.

After practice Finn, Mike and I went down to the Pub for a couple of beers. One turned into two and it began to get late. We chatted about sports, the team and the barmaid, Mel. Mike, in particular, was getting somewhat drunk. He couldn't hold his beer as well as me and Finn. 

"Felicity will be pissed off at us for staying out this late," he said.

"She'll be pissed off with you," I corrected him, as I felt my cock swell at the mention of his wife.

"Yeah you can do no wrong, you bastard," Mike slurred. "You're the number one boy in the household at the moment."

I felt a little uneasy with being referred to in this manner, especially given what had occurred that afternoon, when I had been buried deep inside Mike's wife, while she climaxed. What made me even more uneasy was the manner in which Finn looked at me. He always had a "knowing" look about him and appeared as though he was aware of my discomfort. His look and my guilt, made me feel even more uncomfortable.

At that moment Mike said, "I got to piss," and headed for the toilets.

"You the number one boy at the moment?" Finn said with a smirk, as soon as Mike was out of earshot.

"I guess Mike thinks I am," I replied, keeping my reply low key.

"And what does being number one boy get you Aus? Any special privileges?"

"Nothing like that mate," I said forcing a large smile, while feeling ill at ease with the conversation.

"She's not a bad looker, that Felicity," he continued, unwilling to let it lie.

"Yeah she's OK, if you like that sort."

"What sort's that Aus? The sort that's got a pretty face, nice tits and a little bit of a reputation."

Finn then took a drink of his beer and deliberately looked away from me, striking up a conversation with Mel. He'd pricked my interest and he knew it. What did he mean when he referred to her reputation? No one had even intimated anything of that nature, about Felicity, before and now here was Finn dropping it into the middle of a conversation in the pub, like it was general knowledge.

"Well she has got a pretty face," I said without sounding at all phased.

"Yeah," said Finn turning back to me, with a laugh, fully aware that he'd thrown a hand grenade and was now happy to let it lie. "You want another beer?"

"Sure," I said and decided to leave it at that, not wanting to sound more interested.

Mike returned and we drank some more. By the time we left the pub we'd had a few too many. As usual Finn's girlfriend Ness came and collected him. As usual she teased me.

"Had a few too many tonight Aus? Better watch out or you won't be able to get it up when your hand come's calling," she said in her broad north England accent, as she laughed out loud.

"Leave the Aus alone Ness, he's got plenty to think about, haven't you mate?" 

I'd had enough of the both of them. Him with his stupid half completed stories and mind games. Her in her short tight skirts, with the continual teasing. As I watched them walk off laughing together I decided right there, in my drunken state, that I'd fuck Vanessa if I ever got the chance.

Mike and I walked home, buying a kebab on the way. By the time we arrived home Felicity had gone to bed.

"Thank heavens for that," Mike said and stretched out on the couch.

"You want my bed," I offered.

"Nah, I got to get up soon." 

With that I turned off the light and climbed the stairs. When I reached the top and looked at their closed bedroom door, I felt a surge of blood harden my cock. Felicity was in there alone, Mike downstairs, likely already asleep. I briefly considered going in to check if she slept naked. Fortunately I thought better of it, went to my own room and crashed on the bed.

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The following day I woke with a slight headache and a dry mouth. I quickly recalled the events in the pub. I wondered what on earth Finn had meant with the "reputation" statement. Had he just made it up and thrown it out there to gauge my reaction, or was he privy to something.

"I'll need to watch myself around him," I thought. "He's too much of a smart prick for my liking."

Then, as is often the case after a night on the booze, I noted my rigid cock and I recalled deciding to fuck Ness. I lay there with my hand on my cock, thinking of her short skirts and the tight, white, braless tank tops she favored. 

"With all her sexual innuendo it would be disappointing if she wasn't a robust little fuck." I thought to myself.

I reaffirmed my decision and began to mentally remove her top. She was probably the least attractive out of the women involved with the cricket club, but made up for that with a vibrant personality. She had large firm breasts and I could see them vividly, in my mind's eye. Normally I would have masturbated right there and then, but not today. Felicity would be up again soon and I was keen to see where we stood after the previous day's events.

In order to calm myself I got up, drank a large glass of water and went out for my jog a little earlier than normal. I found this no easy task, while still being seriously affected by alcohol. I walked back the last mile. When I returned Felicity was still not up. I was concerned that any embarrassment on her part was going to upset the dynamics in my cosy home. 

"More complications," I muttered to myself.

I showered, put my running shorts back on with a clean T-shirt, began to make some breakfast and read the paper.

Half an hour later I was sitting at the kitchen table having a second cup of tea, when I heard movement above. Felicity was up. The shower started running and I pictured her naked. I felt that pleasant stirring in my loins. 

The shower continued for five minutes and then shut off. Shortly, I heard her on the stairs. The moment of reckoning was nigh. 

When she came into the kitchen Felicity politely said good morning and began to go about her business. I smiled to myself as I noted she had on the same silk robe as the day before. It was about mid-thigh and tied at the waist. Her breasts pressed through the material and I recalled how firm and round they were from the previous day's lovemaking.

I watched as she got herself some muesli and poured yoghurt on top. Her hair was damp from the shower and had dripped onto the robe, causing it to cling somewhat to her body. She didn't speak or look up at me, but as she sat down opposite. I thought I saw a nipple pushing through the robe. 

"Braless," I thought to myself and my heart skipped a beat. "Felicity has come downstairs, with no bra beneath her robe." I chuckled quietly and she looked up at me, held my gaze for a second and then back down at the women's magazine she'd begun to read. 

The tension in the air was palpable. No acknowledgement had been made about what had occurred between us the day before, but I was sitting there semi-hard and her erect nipple was definitely showing through damp robe. I took a long deep breath and she looked up at me again. This time she held the stare for longer, but showed no emotion on her face. Then just before she lowered her eyes, she flicked an eyebrow up. It was very quick, but unmistakable. Possibly a signal, maybe not, but it emboldened me.

I got up slowly and walked around the table. Felicity did not look up. I moved behind where she was seated with her legs crossed. The robe was only loosely tied and it dropped off each side of her slim thighs. I knew from the previous day that between those things lay a plump mound covered by a light, closely shaven thatch. I drank in the sight and felt my cock hardened. I moved forward and pushed a wet strand of hair behind her ear as a way of initiating touching. She didn't move. 

I put both hands on her shoulders, but did not rest there for long. I soon pushed down to envelope both her breasts. This confirmed that Felicity wore no bra and, just like yesterday, I began to massage her firm breasts through the robe. Her nipples were hard and erect and I rubbed my thumbs gently over them. Then I grabbed them between thumb and forefinger and pulled on them lightly. She pushed her head back into my stomach and my cock pressed against her upper back.

There was no rush, so I concentrated on her breasts for some minutes. Felicity appeared to greatly enjoy this before, like a naughty boy, I felt the need to delve further. I leaned forward and moved a hand down to her legs and the parting in the robe. Then I dragged my hand and the robe up toward her crotch. 

Felicity took in a deep breath as she uncrossed her thighs and placed each bare foot flat on the ground. Her thighs were now slightly parted and I rested my hand, enjoying the softness of her inner thigh. I was close enough to feel the heat emanating from her sex.

I massaged her inner thigh for a time, before moving my hand that final inch. She wore no panties and my passion flared upon discovering Felicity had come downstairs in just her short silk robe. My hand came to rest on her soft, swollen labia. Unsurprisingly, I could immediately feel her wetness. At this point she slid her butt forward to the edge of the chair and spread her legs wider. My cock now pressed against the back on her head. 

Felicity was giving me more access. I teased her a little by moving my hand back down her thigh, while continuing the massage. I felt her legs tense. Again, I slowly moved up, but this time I flipped my hand 90 degrees so that my fingers, tight together, came to rest along the length of her sex.

"Oh dear God," she whispered, which caught me by surprise, given her usual muteness during our sexual activity.

I knew then that she was extremely aroused and was going to climax on my fingers. I didn't mind giving her this little delight, comfortable in the knowledge that I would get repaid soon enough. I began to consider how that repayment would be delivered.

Felicity began to grind herself against my fingers. I moved my free hand under the robe and onto her naked breast. I immediately found the nipple and began to pull and tweak it. The middle finger on my right hand slipped naturally into her wet crevice. I moved the finger up and down across her swollen marble, while my other fingers massaged her swollen labia. Then, just as I had done the day before, I hooked the finger inside of her, pressing my palm into her clitoris. 

This combination of my finger inside her and pressure on her clit, proved too much for Felicity. Within seconds one hand flew to her unattended breast, the other covered mine on her mound. She pushed her head back hard against my cock, her body went rigid, she let out a long moan and came on my hand. My middle finger felt her pulse, over and over, as she was lost in that blissful feeling of ecstasy. I slipped another finger inside of her and felt her clench and release against them.

I loved watching this from my elevated vantage point. My hand and hers, kneading her breasts. Her naked thighs parted, with our hands together, resting on her sex. It was a sight to behold. 

Shortly, Felicity began to come down off her sexual high. Her hand dropped away from her breast and I removed mine from the other. I pulled my hand up from her crotch.

"Thanks, that was absolutely the biggest cum I've ever had," she said breathlessly.

I pulled back a little and kissed the top of her head, my arms folded across her chest. We stayed like this for a couple of minutes. Then Felicity sat up straight, swung her legs out from under the table, to the side of the chair and made to rise.

"Come on, let's go upstairs," she whispered, as though fearing someone might hear.

"Not yet," I replied and put my hand firmly on Felicity's slender shoulders. I had given it some thought and I knew what I now desired.

I moved around so we faced each other. I stood directly in front of where she sat, her head adjacent to my running shorts. Even if she couldn't see it, Felicity had just felt my hard cock pressing against the back of her head, so must have been aware. I moved my hands to the back of her head and stroked it. She looked up at me with those large brown eyes, again with no real expression on her face. She hesitated, her hands in her lap.

Slowly Felicity raised one hand, placing it directly on my shaft. She touched my shorts and began to lightly stroke it with the back of her fingers, up and down the length. Then she cupped my balls and gave them a gentle squeeze.

"Is that nice?" she enquired looking up at me again.

I gritted my teeth and couldn't reply. I was so turned on by what had occurred and what I imagined was about to happen, that I was ready to explode in my pants.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Put it in your mouth," I said bluntly.

Again she hesitated, her hand resting on the front of my pants. She twice glanced nervously out the kitchen window, as if trying to reassure herself that it was safe to proceed. Then, to my huge relief, she brought her hands the waistband and pulled my shorts down to the top of my thighs. 

My cock sprang free and wobbled in front of her face like a wand. Without hesitating she placed one hand around the base and moved it gently up and down. Felicity had made her decision and there would be no oral foreplay. She brought the head of my cock to her mouth and dribbled saliva on the tip, where it mixed with my pre-cum. I watched as her tongue came out and swirled this natural lubricant around the helmet. She looked up at me one final time and licked her lips, before engulfing 4 inches of my cock, down to where her hand rested.

Felicity kept my shaft buried in her warm mouth, before slowly withdrawing. She sucked deeply so her cheeks hollowed out and she ran her tongue up the underside the shaft. As she came off my cock she again looked up at me. Her tongue lagged behind and again circled my helmet. This woman had, without doubt, sucked cock before. Confident that I had enjoyed it, she repeated her plunge and withdrawal five or six times, as I held on as best as I could, wanting to enjoy the feeling. My hands continued to massage the back of her head.

Then Felicity withdrew her lips from my shaft and concentrated on the top couple of inches. Her lips and tongue were going wild on my sensitive gland. The feeling was intense. At the same time her hand continued to work the lower half of my cock. When she brought her free hand back to my ball sack and began to massage them, I knew she had me. My shaft grew rock hard gave a twitch and I blew my load.

It took her by surprise and the first shot escaped out of the side of her lips, before I pushed her head, forcing my ejaculating cock deep into her mouth. Now I took charge, moving my cock rapidly in and out, making her milk me. I felt her swallow two or three times and then she just let the rest fill up in her mouth. Finally, as I finished pulsing, she pushed her head back hard and came off me, the final spurt landing on her bottom lip. 

Felicity looked up and me, her mouth closed, my semen on her lips and chin. I took my hands off her head and she stood up. She moved across to the sink where she spat out my cum, before wiping her hand across her mouth.

"Christ, there was a lot," she said.

"Thanks for that," I said and moved across and kissed her full on the lips. 

I could taste my own cum, but it wasn't the first time. I like to do that as a way of telling the woman I appreciated what they'd just done. She kissed me back hard at first, but then seemed to become aware of the kitchen window.

"I'm glad you liked it," she said as she moved away and walked up the stairs.

"Am I meant to follow?" I wondered as she went, before I heard the bathroom door close. "Nope, I don't think so." I sat back down exhausted. 

When she emerged from the bathroom and went into her room, I took her place in the shower. By the time I had dried myself and put on clothing, I came downstairs to find Felicity gone.

My phone buzzed and I opened it to see a text from Terri.

"Enjoyed yesterday at the café'. Do it again sumtime," she wrote.

I replied that I'd love to and smiled as I thought about slim, youthful Terri, in her floral summer dress. 

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The session in the kitchen set the standard for the coming weeks. Whenever we were alone in the house Felicity and I would fuck. However, we never had sex in the kitchen again. We might start elsewhere, but always move to my bedroom. She would suck me, but never to completion, always asking I put it in and fuck her. We never had a long session, always one cum and then finish. I found that unusual, but she gave me little opportunity to discuss it and I didn't complain.

Terri came to the pub every Saturday, dressed like a boy and Francis would continue to ignore her. As a result she would say hello to him and then head straight to me. Other's clearly noted this, but I no longer cared. I found myself really looking forward to seeing her and got a little upset when they would depart the pub together. She had begun to tell me a few things about their relationship and it sounded weird to say the least.

Despite the odd relationship she was in, I enjoyed being near Terri. We began to meet regularly in local Café's, at which time she dressed like a young woman and looked delicious. She was a genuine turn on, but my feelings for her were different from those I had previously experienced with women. I thought it would be nice to sleep with her, but then again, it did not seem a priority. I just liked being near her. Given I was bedding another team mates wife, I was aware some complications may arise.



English Roses Ch. 03



The continuing adventures of an Aussie boy in England. He'd gone for an English summer to play sport and escape the complexities of Australian women. However, he's beginning to find things are little different in England, in so far as the opposite sex are concerned. 

June progressed nicely for me. The English summer got warmer and I even managed to get my shirt off a couple of times. My old girlfriend Emma continued to keep in touch. On my last night in Australia she had indicated that she still viewed her and me as a going concern and nothing she'd said since indicated any change in her thinking. This perplexed me as the previous two years we had merely been going through the motions. My general take on this was that she is over there and I am over here, so I won't dwell on it.

The cricket continued to go well, both for me personally, and for the team. We were winning the majority of our games and figured high in the League. In addition, there was a Wednesday evening, limited overs league that involved lots of lusty hitting and close finishes. We were winning that competition and generally the club members were in good spirits. 

I loved the long English evenings, whether at cricket practice, playing or in the garden bar at the pub. The weather was warm, the lager was cold, my team mates were generally good fun and the women were becoming increasingly attractive, some more so than others.

My boarding arrangement with Mike and Felicity Manning was now extremely pleasant, particularly while Felicity continued to provide regular sexual interludes. Initially these had been on a daily basis, on days Mike was at work. We were both at home during weekdays and the moment we saw each other on any given day, we would be hands and lips all over each other. 

Felicity did place boundaries, such as no sex in her and Mike's bed, no sex play if Mike was expected home and no extended sex sessions. Apart from that, she was always keen, initially anyway. I would often wait for her to rise and go into the shower, ambushing her on the way out. 

Once I had my hands inside her robe, massaging her breasts and moving down to cup her lower lips, she was putty in my hands. The robe would come off we would move into my room, where she would use her hands and mouth to get me rock hard. She never wanted me to lick her intimately, merely wanting me inside her as quickly as possible. After I entered her she would participate actively, thrusting her hips up to meet mine. She always reached her orgasm.

However, after a couple of weeks these sessions began to taper off and by the end of June they'd become far more irregular. Some days we'd be home alone and she would make it clear that it wasn't going to happen on that day.

This decline in sexual play with Felicity didn't overly concern me, because our liaisons weren't that fulfilling. They had started out with hiss and a roar, because it was new and naughty. However, it soon became apparent that Felicity liked a certain routine, which I began to tire of. When I pushed her to become a little more adventurous, she'd rebuff me.

Still, beggars couldn't be chooses and I wasn't too concerned. 

My growing feelings for Terri concerned me far more. I had never experienced this with a girl before. When I first met Emma back in Australia, it was in a bar and we had slept together on the first night. From then on we were a couple and there was none of the slow, growing awareness of feelings I was now experiencing with Terri. She was looking more attractive every day, never seemed low in mood and I always looked forward to seeing her. When she walked into the pub, or when I spotted her at the Café, my heart would beat just a little faster. This made me feel more than a little uneasy.

Conversation came easily with Terri. She had a much brighter personality than Felicity and there was none of the game playing and innuendo that occurred with Ness. With Terri she was just...,'Nice'. At the Pub on a Saturday night she'd enquire how I'd done at cricket that day, celebrating success or commiserating a lack of it, all as if she had been a part of it.

Terri would tell me her latest news. If she'd seen her father she'd be all excited like a little girl, but if we discussed her getting organised for University, or the like, she would morph into a mature woman. The thing that puzzled me about these talks was that I was actually interested. I started to find many sides to Terri and I liked that she had a bit of depth about her. In addition, I felt she had a smouldering sexual side to her, which she was innocently unaware of.

Francis continued to barely acknowledge Terri at the pub, but she always had to leave with him. I couldn't contain myself and began to enquire with her, as to the nature of their relationship. She slowly drip fed me the details, and I eventually got some of the picture. They'd been introduced by her brother and began going out 6 months earlier. She'd not had a boyfriend before Francis, he was handsome, older and she felt she was very lucky to catch him.

Francis may not have noticed who was talking to Terri, but some of the other lads did. The younger ones were the first to say something to me. They gave me a bit of a ribbing over the fact that Terri would always head straight for me, when coming to the pub. 

"You helping Francis out there Aus?" or "What have you and Terri got planned tonight?"

It was all good natured and out of earshot of Francis. However, Jack the Team Captain, who was now a good friend, was a bit more blunt. As was his nature, he spoke frankly. 

"She's keen on you, so watch yourself. I don't want my team blown apart."

I found this somewhat humorous, as he clearly had no inkling about what was going on between Mike's wife and me.

"No problem Jacko, all very platonic and bound to remain that way," I replied with nonchalance. Then I noted his girlfriend Wendy getting a little wobbly on her feet after about five wines.

"Catch her boy," I said, nodding my head to indicate his girlfriend behind him.

Jack quickly spun and grabbed Wendy before she stumbled and then indicated it was time they left. This was often the way with the two of them. Wendy would have too much to drink and Jack had to take her home. Being drunk took nothing away from Wendy's looks. Tall and willowy, with her long brown hair tied back in a ponytail, she really was a stunner.

"I wonder who would catch her if Jack wasn't here?" I thought to myself.

Unfortunately for me, both Finn and Ness also noticed how much attention I gave to Terri. As usual both were blunt and crass about it. I could accept that from Ness more than I could from Finn. He was really starting to bug me most every time he opened his mouth. He'd announced that he'd be away holidaying in Greece with his work mates for nine days shortly and, while the cricket team would miss him for two Saturdays, I couldn't wait for him to leave.

"You're girlfriend's left with her boyfriend," he said to me one night at the Pub after Terri and Francis had departed. Given I was already unhappy at their departure, his utterance cut deep. However, I knew far better than to let him see any reaction, for fear of opening the door ten times as much.

"Couple of boyfriends together I reckon Finny," I replied with a smile.

"Ah no, she might dress like a boy, but she's a woman and don't tell me you're not interested."

"Not at all mate. She's my team mate's girl and, as such, I would have no such interest. Here I'll buy you a beer," I said as I tried to divert the subject.

Finn would not be dissuaded. "You know I don't reckon he's fucked her yet."

"You reckon?" It didn't come out as disinterested as I would have liked and Finn smiled.

"I was talking to her friend Mandy in here one night, when Mandy had too much to drink. She told me that they were both still virgins. I don't reckon she was bullshitting me, so there you go Aus, cream yourself over that little bit of gossip."

Finn laughed aloud and turned away to talk to another group, leaving me to consider what he had said. I didn't like the part about Mandy getting drunk and talking to Finn, because Mandy knew full well that I met with Terri away from the cricket circle. However, before I could even start to process it, I had the second half of the tag team in my ear.

"That's got you a bit worked up hasn't it Aussie boy," she said in her broad northern accent. As she said it, Ness gently placed her hand on my balls and squeezed.

Quickly regrouping I playfully exclaimed, "Ooii, cut that out, only special girls get to touch the jewels."

"And who's the special girl right now Aus? Is it Terri, or Felicity, or who...?" She tailed off the sentence and looked directly up at me, her face close to mine.

"I'll go, 'or who', if I'm allowed," I said, drilling my gaze right back at her.

"Ooh you naughty boy," she said laughing and pulled slightly away dropping her eyes. I liked that because I'd won that little round of banter. Fronted up with a straight bat and hadn't backed away, plus I'd managed to divert her away from Terri and onto her and me.

I wasn't the only one who tried to counter Ness with a, "return of serve". The thing with Ness was that she always kept the advantage by not drinking very much. She had the car and was the unofficial, "safe driver", for all those who could fit in her sporty little, white Audi. As a result her wit always remained razor sharp.

The little verbal exchange we'd had, plus my victory began to make me just a little hard. In addition to that, she looked hot. Black low cut boots, bare legs, a tight black mini an equally tight white T-shirt. As usual she wore no bra, the top accentuating her firm breasts, with just a little nipple poking through the material. She wasn't the best looking girl in the pub, but reminded me a bit of Dakota Johnson, with short, neck length hair. My cock stirred further as I day dreamed.

Suddenly Ness looked up at me and then immediately down at my pants. Her eyes returned slowly to look at me with a knowing smile.

"Or who," she said.

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On Monday lunchtime I had gone to Meryl's Café for a pre-arranged date with Terri. When I walked in I spotted her already seated with her friend Mandy. My heart sank a little upon spotting her friend. It wasn't the first time she had brought Mandy along and they did spend a fair bit of time together. The problem was mine, in that, I liked to have Terri all to myself. The other problem was that I now knew Mandy had a loose tongue. 

As though sensing my disappointment Terri pre-empted me, in her usual bright happy manner

"It's OK if Mandy has lunch with us, isn't it Aus?"

"Sure, no worries," I lied with a broad smile for both of them.

To be truthful, Mandy wasn't looking too bad on this particular day. She was similar in height to Ness at about 5 foot 4", but considerably more buxom. Her breasts and hips were larger than Terri's, which wasn't hard because Terri was pencil slim. Today Mandy was showing a fair bit of bosom, with the top three buttons on her white blouse undone. Unlike Terri, Mandy was well aware of her impact on men.

"Is that for me?" I wondered to myself, glancing at her breasts.

Terri, as usual, made a real contrast with her friend. She had on a tight fitting, light red, sleeveless dress. With her lean figure and pretty face, she looked stunning. I knew she had worn it for me, because our relationship had now progressed to a point where I could compliment her on what she wore.

We ordered and chatted away, with Terri doing most of the talking as usual. I soon got lost in her talk and her looks, but was conscious of Mandy, both the fact that her breasts were on show and that she was looking at me. There could be no doubt that she liked me, but Terri seemed oblivious to this.

Suddenly Mandy excused herself and headed for the toilet. Terri then remembered something.

"Oh Aus, I've been meaning to say, my Dad's found a place for me and Mandy to live when we go up to Manchester. It's fantastic, I couldn't be happier." 

As she was saying it she reached out and placed her hand on mine. She'd done this to emphasise her happiness, but for me it was much more. She'd touched my hand. Our first physical contact. I was like a teenager again, as an electric current went first to my heart and then to my groin.

I smiled broadly back at her and placed my hand over hers and pressed, while telling her how happy I was for her. In reality I wanted to reach up and place my hand on her small breast and my lips on her long slim neck. Possibly she picked up on some of this naked lust and withdrew her hand lowering her eyes. I quickly lightened the subject and by the time Mandy had returned, normal service was resumed.

"Is your Dad renting the place for you?" 

"No he's bought it. Rooms for me Mandy and two other girls. I need to go up there soon, have a look at it and sort a few things out. I'll be away a week. Will you miss me?"

"You know I will," I said genuinely.

"Good," was all she said, holding eye contact with me and squeezing my hand again.

Usually with a girl, such talk would bore me stupid. However on this occasion it sent the surge to my chest. I had not experienced this before. I knew how to quell the feeling in my groin, but had no idea how to alleviate the flutter in my chest and throat. I took a big breath and Terri smiled. She might be innocent, but young women have inherent radar. She knew.

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The following Saturday I made a duck in my turn at bat. Clean bowled second ball. I didn't bowl, took no catches and the team lost. That evening in the pub I desperately needed Terri to lift my spirits. I carried on the normal banal conversations with my team mates, analysing what had gone wrong, what we could try at practice, all the while keeping an eye on the door. 

By 10pm Terri hadn't arrived and I needed to know where she was. Francis was talking to a group that included Mike, Ness and Wendy. Normally Ness and Wendy would never bother listening to Francis, but Finn was in Greece and Jack still back at the cricket clubrooms. They'd been talking with Mike, because he was funny and everyone loved Mike. 

Francis had butted into their conversation. He was talking about cricket and Wendy was clearly bored and drunk, but the other two were feigning an interest.

"Where's Terri tonight Francis?" I enquired.

It was immediately obvious that my asking Francis about Terri spiked the interest of the other three. Mike looked at me and raised an eyebrow, Wendy swayed closer and Ness smiled broadly. It was clear that this conversation interested her far more. The fact was while everyone had seen me talking at length to Terri on previous nights; Francis was never once a part of those conversations. Nor had anyone ever heard me talk to Francis about Terri before. Now I had acknowledged what everyone knew. I had some interest in Terri.

"She's gone up north to Manchester," Francis answered and then began to talk cricket again.

Ness was having none of this.

"Aus wants to know what's she gone up there for and how long she'll be. He's missing his little buddy, aren't you Aus?"

"You bitch," I thought.

"Her father came and got her and took her and Mandy up there to look at some house." Francis delivered this in a matter of fact manner, which indicated he couldn't care less about what Ness had just said.

I quickly turned away wondering why she hadn't told me she was going up there early.

"What's that all about," I thought, as I tried to gather myself together. I felt deflated.

Just as quickly, I decided I needed to ask her. I must talk to her. 

I walked to the door of the pub and stepped outside, took out my phone and pushed her number. Three rings and she answered.

"Hi Aus, what's up."

"Where are you?" I asked curtly.

"I had to come up to Manchester, I told you that. My Dad called to say he would take us up and we left quickly."

"Oh, you didn't let me know."

There was a short hesitation, before Terri replied.

"No, I didn't have time to let everyone know."

"But you let Francis know"

"Well, he's my boyfriend."

Now I hesitated. I did not like hearing that. Terri was my girl. I was the one that talked to her, let her dress like a woman, and made her laugh. Not Francis.

"Well that's good," was all I could get out.

"Are you alright Aus?"

"Nah I'm fine, I'll see you when you get back."

She was starting to speak again when I cut her off. I was angry that she would let Francis know she was going away, but not me.

"Fuck her," I thought. "Messing about with my mind. Women!"

Just then Jack pulled up in his car.

"Alright mate?" he asked.

"Yeah, just getting a bit of fresh air."

"I saw you on your phone, who you talking too?"

"No one, c'mon, I'll buy you a drink," I said opening the door and walking back inside.

As soon as we got inside the Pub, Ness came up to us.

"Where you been Aus?" she asked

"Geeze, why all the questions." I answered abruptly.

"He was calling someone. It's secret," Jack said laughing.

"He was calling Terri," Ness replied bluntly, which immediately changed Jack's demeanour.

"Christ mate, I talked to you about that," he said, now clearly annoyed.

"Ok, Ok, I just wanted to check how she going up in Manchester. Let's get a drink."

I moved quickly away so neither of them could pursue it further. Jack went to talk to some of the boys and Francis and Mike remained deep in conversation, Wendy was now being propped up by the bar and Jack would need to take her home shortly. 

Ness followed me to the bar.

"Don't worry Aus she'll only be gone a week. Tell you what; I'll take you and the boys up to the clubs later on. We'll try to cheer you up."

She still had the little smirk on her face which pissed me off. "Right," I decided to myself. "Finn's away, Terri's unappreciative, Felicity's interest is waning, Emma's 12,000 miles away; it's time we got serious."

"Yeah I'd like a slow dance with you," I said putting an arm behind her back and pulling her hard into me, bending to bring our faces close.

"Ooh, that'll be nice big boy. You sure you can handle a bit of slow dancing."

"Don't worry about me; I'll get the boys rounded up. Let's head off now."

She laughed.

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The younger boys were a bit reluctant to head off to the clubs, because of the early hour. However, the offer of a free ride was too convenient and we soon travelled into town with Darren, Ben and Andy on board.

When we arrived I went off to buy some drinks and returned to find Ness dancing with Andy. Not just any dancing, but their impression of 'Dirty Dancing', as they ground their bodies against each other. I got the impression that this was for my benefit, but not once did Ness look in my direction.

This set the tone for the rest of the night. Ness danced with every one of the lads we had come with and other's beside, but had no time for me. As usual I was perplexed, especially after our conversation in the Pub. So I just chatted away to the dolly birds and danced with the odd one.

About 3am Ness announced she'd had enough, was off home and if anyone wanting a ride they needed to come now.

"Don't I get my dance," I said to her half feigned nonchalance. In actual fact I had been desperate to rub bodies with her. 

"I didn't know you wanted one Aus."

"I always want one," I said following her to the door.

"Well let's drop the others off first and then we'll see." 

Andy had scored a pretty girl, but Darren and Ben decided to come home with Ness. They rode in the back and chatted away freely about woman they could have taken home, but had decided not to. It was the usual beer fuelled bullshit and bravado.




English Roses Ch. 03



When we got to the village, my house was the closest, but Ness drove a circuitous route to ensure the other two were dropped off first. If they noticed they said nothing.

I kept glancing sideways to catch a glance of Ness's breasts. Her short dress had ridden up showing a nice amount of bare thigh. This sight caused my cock to stir in anticipation, although I remained on my guard. I thought it would be just like Ness to drive straight to my house and order me out.

After dropping Darren and Ben off, we drove in silence. I lay back and closed my eyes pretending to be asleep. I knew we were getting close to Mike and Felicity's house.

"The bitch, she's going to take me home and drop me off," I thought.

As if to read my mind Ness said, "You all right Aus? You feeling a bit sick?"

"I'm all right," I said without opening my eyes. "I was just wondering if you were taking me straight home."

"You want to go straight home Aus?"

"Not really."

For another mile or so Ness said nothing. Then without turning to look at me she said, "Look in the glove box."

"What?"

"You heard, look in the glove box."

I reached forward and opened the glove box in front of me. Out fell a white thong. I laughed.

"There's your answer cowboy," was all she said in her thick northern accent.

We were approaching the cricket ground and she slowed, turned into the short driveway, before parking behind the Clubrooms.

A semi-public venue, my favourite place for a bit of sexual activity. I was now burning with desire, clutching her white thong in my hand. I brought it to my nose, drawing in deep on the smell of her womanhood.

"This yours?" I said to her, smiling.

"No it's my mother's," she replied sarcastically.

"Jesus, she's not making this easy," I thought to myself, hesitating.

The light from the street illuminated her face. I looked at her profile, then her breasts, finally at her bare legs. 

"Do you just want to perv at me?"

I stumbled for a smart reply, but couldn't find one, my mind now fully engaged in sexual drive.

Ness took the lead turning to face me, putting her hand behind my head and pulling me into her face. I was pleased that her lips were far more forgiving than the manner in which she spoke to me. Her tongue found mine and we indulged in some oral fencing. At the same time she brought a hand to my cock and began to lightly stroke it through my jeans.

Feeling the need to stop her leading the way, I brought my hand to her breast. Having looked at them for three months, the first touch was always going be a real turn on. My cock hardened further. I gently massaged it and felt her nipple harden. Ness broke the kiss and sat back.

"You want to see them, don't you Aus?"

She sat back with her hands at the bottom of the white T-shirt.

"Go on say it."

It annoyed me that she continued to tease me, even as we were in the process of making love. However, I did need to see her breasts.

"Yes please, I would love to see them." 

"Such a polite boy," she said and pulled the top up over her head and off.

I sucked in my breath as she unveiled what were without a doubt her best assets. The other women I knew well in England might have been prettier or have more lithe bodies, but none had these breasts. In my drunken state they appeared perfect globes, topped by small, dark aureoles and nipples.

"They're nice aren't they Aussie," Ness said, rubbing her hands over them so they lifted then dropped.

I said nothing, merely moving my hand forward to feel their firmness. At the same time I placed a hand behind her head and pulled her lips to my mine. 

We lingered like this for some minutes holding the kiss, while I fondled her breasts.

Ness then reached up, took my hand and moved it to her upper thighs, parting them slightly. Taking the hint I pushed my hand higher. My hand bumped into naked lips. This discovery was unexpected and almost too much for me. I nearly came in my pants. To divert my thoughts, I moved my lips from her mouth to her neck.

"Oh yes," I moaned as my fingers seperated her folds and found her already wet.

"That's what you do to me Aus. That big dumb country boy looks of yours make me all slippery. Now get your gear off. I want to fuck you."

Now I was desperate. I tore off my T-shirt, then moved to pull my jeans down. I'd got them to my knees when Ness moved like a cat to sit on my lap, facing me. She had one leg on either side, her breasts tight against my chest. My hands had little choice but to rest on her upper thighs. I pushed her skirt clear of them.

Suddenly she pulled the lever, the seat jerked back and I was nearly horizontal. Ness moved her knees higher so she could press against the length of my cock with her moist, naked pussy.

"Sweet Jesus," I heard myself say, as I struggled to contain myself.

"You better not blow your load too soon Aus. I want to be fucked properly. Don't let me down now."

The acid was on me. I usually never had such problems, but I had never fucked a woman like this before. She was a Tiger and an absolute turn on. I reverted to the methods I'd employed as a teenager and tried to divert my mind, while she continued to masturbate herself along my shaft.

What settled me down was the change in Ness's breathing. It deepened and I could tell she was turned on as well. This brought a sense of normality back into play. I pushed my hands between us and found both her breasts. I began to massage them vigorously using little finesse. I'd guessed correctly, she liked that. Now her breathing quickened still further.

This, never before seen, show of vulnerability in Ness saw my juices retreat somewhat. Now I felt more confident, on a more level playing field. I lifted a breast and moved my head down to suck hard on her nipple. She attempted to lift her hips. I knew she wanted me in her, but, despite my wish to be there, I would deny her this treat for a minute. I lifted my hips in order to deny her

"Bastard," she muttered as our parrying continued. I moved to her other breast. Her grinding on my cock slowed, but the pressure increased.

"Damn," I thought. "She's close."

"Say please," I taunted her, getting my own back.

"Get fucked."

"If you want to be fucked, then say please."

"Get fucked you amateur," she said. She dived forward and had her teeth at my neck. I struggled to break free, but she held her position.

"Stick your dick in me or I'll give you a huge hickey to show Terri, Felicity and every other woman you might be fucking." She spoke into my neck.

"I'm not fucking Terri," I blurted out, immediately regretting saying it.

Ness chuckled at my indiscretion. "Dick in me," she said thrusting at me.

"Fuck it," I thought, enough of this game. I wanted to fuck as much as she did. It was time to get on with it.

I allowed her to raise her hips, leaving mine stable. I moved my hand around and guided my cock to her hole. Slowly she lowered herself onto it, releasing her breath as I began to fill her. 

"Oh my god," she said in a moan, clearly enjoying the moment.

I was loving it as well, feeling my cock moving into her warm, moist channel.

She never withdrew at all, until she had moved completely on to me and her ass touched the top of my ball sack. There she rested for a minute, before gently rotating her hips, while grinding our pubic bones together. Then she began to work her vaginal muscles on my length. Grip and release, grip and release. Now it was my turn to moan. 

She looked me dead in the eye as she continued her internal massaging; now moving her butt around in a circular manner.

"Bloody hell," I thought, "This woman can fuck a man." I stared right back at her, attempting to maintain an equal footing in our mating game.

After a minute or two of this she lifted her hips, drawing himself up the length of my shaft. She'd almost dislodged herself, before she violently reversed and slammed back down. Then she just went for it. Her ass rose and fell as she fucked me hard. She pushed her face at me and found my lips in a crushing kiss that split my lip. I held on for dear life, little more than a spectator as she brought herself to orgasm, with a long loud moan.

As I felt her contracting around my cock I couldn't hold back. She'd had her release, so I took mine, unloading my juices deep up inside of her.

We sat like this, sweating and breathing deeply, for fully five minutes. Emotionally, it was the most intense fuck that I had ever experienced. I was spent.

Eventually, as I began to soften slightly, she came off me and returned to her seat.

"Not bad," she said. "It's a pity you're not a bit bigger."

"I didn't see you complaining while you were riding me hard out."

"I just needed to tick an Australian off my bucket list and you happened to be available."

I didn't reply. I was tired of the banter. Ness pulled on her T-Shirt, hiding away those beautiful breasts. She pulled down her skirt and started the car.

"Get yourself dressed or Felicity will know your fucking someone else, you two timer."

I was immediately filled with regret for confirming to her what she had suspected about me and Felicity. I could do without Ness and Finn knowing for certain about my personal life.

Ness started the car and drove out onto the road while I struggled to pull my pants up. When she pulled up outside Mike and Felicity's, I had to ask.

"Are we going to..., you know..., in the future," I said emphasising what I meant with some hip movement.

"You think you were that good Aus?" Came her barbed reply. "Maybe if I'm feeling a bit horny and I need a small dick, then I'll tap you on the shoulder."

"Fuck'n'hell," I said, not disguising my annoyance as I got out of the car.

Ness immediately drove off, leaving me standing there wondering, "What on earth just happened." 

This was like nothing I had ever experienced. I walked inside, up the stairs and lay fully clothed on my bed. I felt emotionally and physically drained.

"These English women," I thought. "They're fucking with my mind, my heart and my body. I can't keep up." I drifted off to sleep.