1 comments/ 13035 views/ 0 favorites To Begin Again Ch. 01 By: PAUL C Copyright 2005. All rights reserved. "What you need is a good shag." Nadine Fellows said as she finished taking a sip of wine from her glass. She looked across the table at the Castle Hotel in Taunton at her friend Natasha Wagstaffe and smiled. "I don't think so." Natasha frowned as she replied causing the end of her nose to screw up slightly. "Well." Nadine wasn't going to leave this particular bone alone. "When was the last time?" "What?" "You know. When you went with a man." "Shush." Natasha hissed glancing furtively around the three parts filled restaurant. "People will hear." Nobody seemed to be taking the slightest interest in them. "Well." Nadine insisted. "When was it?" "Phil." Natasha sighed. "But you haven't seen him since you left Music College." "I know." Natasha studied the remains on her plate. "Since what happened in Germany I don't know. I just don't want to." "I'm sure you do." Natasha clenched the tops of her thighs together. From the response of her body to her own touch while she had lain in bed that morning she did. But since the year before when she had been in Germany and she had been made to lay naked on the floor of her brother David's bands coach and expose herself to those men while they broadcast pictures of her onto the internet and then later to be threatened with rape in front of a bank of cameras she hadn't felt able to relax with men. Not that she hadn't had plenty of offers. She smiled to herself when she thought back to her visit to the States three months before to watch David's final concert on his current tour. She'd been invited up on stage and had played the piano on one of the bands songs. David's wife, Marianne still wanted her to record some songs with her after she had had her baby. She might do it after all. After the concert and the party she that followed it she had gone to New England and stayed with Ashley Wolfenstein for a week. That had been nice with the long horse-rides through the forests or boating on the lakes during the day and Barbeques in the evenings. Then going to the dance in the local village hall on the Friday night. They could have caught the train to New York and gone to any number of clubs and bars but it had been up to her Ashley had said and so she choose the local event. Josh had been nice. Acted like the perfect gentleman. She'd enjoyed that night more than she could remember. "What are you thinking about?" Nadine broke into her thoughts. "Just somebody I met in America." "What was he like?" Nadine asked. "He was really nice." "When are you seeing him again?" Acted like the perfect gentleman Josh had. Until her last night. She had let him kiss her in his pickup. She hadn't really minded when he had felt one of her breasts through her shirt and bra. She had felt the stirrings beginning inside her. Felt the moisture gathering between her legs. Legs he had tried to force apart with his hand. "I don't think I will be." Natasha replied. No. She thought. She'd jumped like a virgin. Cried out loud and slapped his hand away. They hadn't spoken a word on the drive home but she could sense his anger and frustration. Then when he'd turned towards her when he pulled up outside the front door of the Wolfenstein ranch she'd leapt from the vehicle before he could say a word. No. She didn't think she'd see Josh again. "So what are you going to do now?" Nadine asked realising she wasn't going to get anything more from Natasha about her love life. "I'm helping out at the local school where my mother is head-teacher. Giving music lessons and organising the Christmas concert." "You're not going to do that for the rest of your life." "I don't know." Natasha contradicted her. "It has been a lot of fun." She had been dubious at first but eventually gave in to her Mother. And it was a lot of fun. She was seriously considering going to teacher training college and taking a certificate in education. She might sound out her mother's friend Shirley. She was a deputy chief education officer for the region. She would know all about it. She couldn't ask her mother. Not until she had made up her mind. "What about your career as a musician?" A waiter stopped at their table and placed a folded bill on a silver dish next to Natasha. Natasha took her Debit card from her purse and placed it on top of it. "Hardly a career." Natasha pursed her lips. "The glamorous quartet thing had been done before. That didn't last long." "I meant with David's band." "I don't think I'm cut out for that life." Drugs, drink and casual sex. No. That life wasn't for her. She didn't think it was really for David either. The group had done well. They had made a lot of money but there had been tensions between David and the others at the end of their last tour. He was married now and Marianne was expecting their baby. He told her he was thinking of concentrating on writing and producing. The house he was having built outside Bath was going to be fitted with its own recording studio. If anybody were to ask her she would have to say she didn't think the band would tour again. She looked across the table at Nadine. "I'm sorry. I'm not feeling that talkative today." She said. "Yes. What you need is a good shag." Chapter 2. They collected their coats from the cloakroom in the foyer of the hotel and walked out into the grey November afternoon. It had been raining and Natasha skipped over a small puddle. "Well I have to go back to work." Nadine said leaning forward and kissing Natasha on the cheek. "Don't forget tomorrow evening. We are all meeting in the pub at eight." "I don't know." Natasha hesitated, not wanting to refuse the invitation to a night out outright. "I'll try." "You be there." Nadine urged. "Now promise." "Alright." Natasha gave in. "I'll be there." "And catch a Taxi." Nadine said looking at her wristwatch. "I don't want to hear any silliness about you not being able to drink because you are driving. Now I must rush or I'll be late and Steve might make me stay behind after work. With any luck." "I don't know how you can." Natasha was still shocked from hearing that her friend was the lover of her father's partner. "Steve's lovely. I bet you would." "No. It would be too much like going with my father. I've known him all my life." "Now there's somebody." Nadine half smiled. "You leave my father alone." Natasha replied indignantly. "Oh, he's safe. I doubt if he's ever looked at anyone other than your mother. Still, he is nice. I'm off. See you tomorrow." "Bye." Natasha raised her hand and watched Nadine's back as she disappeared beneath the archway into the main street where her father's firm of accountants had its offices. "Natasha!" Natasha turned to face the direction the voice had come from and saw a tall, thin man walking towards her. She stared for a few seconds then recognition dawned. "Hello Trevor. How are you?" She asked. Trevor stopped in front towering over her. "I thought it was you. But I wasn't certain. You're looking well." He spoke in a rush. "I'm fine Trevor." Natasha replied. "How long has it been? It must be six years." "Nearer seven. I qualified as a vet." "I am pleased for you. That's what you always wanted. Have you moved back here?" "Yes. I'm the junior in a practice in Wellington. What are you doing? How's that pop-star brother of yours?" "He's fine. Going to be a father soon." "I read that in the papers." Trevor looked her up and down. "And what about you?" "I'm not going to have a baby." Natasha smiled up at him. He blushed. She could always make him do that. "I didn't mean that." He looked everywhere but at her. "Do you? Are you?" "No." Nat shook her head slowly. "I'm between boyfriends, if that was what you meant?" Trevor hesitated over what he was about to say next. Nat waited. Then waited some more. "I'm sorry Trevor." She broke the silence. "I have to go. I'm working at my mother's school. You must come around one evening. David would love to see you. We're all staying at our parents." I still live with them. She almost added. Twenty-three and still living at home. "Do you want to go out for a drink one night?" He'd finally asked. "Sure. We'll make up a party with David and Marianne. Nobody bothers David in the village pub. Len kicks out anybody who tries." "That would be good." "See you soon. I'm glad you qualified. Bye." Nat turn away and walked to where her mother's people carrier was parked. She opened the door and climbed in, looking back towards where Trevor still stood. He always had been a little wet. Not musical at all. Then there had always been the smell of the farmyard about him. He was thin. But then he had always been thin ever since she could remember him. A qualified vet and he was sort of handsome. She smiled at him as she pulled away and waved. He raised a hand slowly in return. Nadine was right. She could do with good shag. Chapter 3. There was the sound of somebody playing the piano in the music room as Nat opened the front door to her parent's house with her key. David's Saab was parked nearest to the front door with a MG sports car parked next to it. She recognised it as belonging to 'H', Artworks manager. She wondered what he wanted. The rehearsal had gone well in school. Her mother was working on for a while and her father seldom got home before six. She was going to have a long soak in her bath. That was a nice tune. Slow. But all David's compositions started out like that. It all changed when 'H' and the other band members got their hands on them. Marianne was starting to sing. She had to see them. Just tell them she was home. She opened the door at the end of the corridor and entered the music room which covered the whole ground floor of one of the new wings to the house her parents had had built before she had been born. Marianne was standing beside the piano where she could see and be seen by David who was playing. 'H' was holding what looked like a glass of whisky. They all looked towards her as she entered and the music and singing stopped. "Has Nat played it yet?" 'H' asked. "Not yet." David said, picking at some notes. "It isn't really finished yet. Hi Nat." "Hello." Nat replied. "Played what? How are you feeling Mari?" "I'm fine." Marianne replied rubbing her pronounced bump with one hand. "David's been writing some songs. For when we record together." "I'm still not sure about that." Nat said. "Come on." Mari urged. "It will be fun." "A female duo." 'H' said. "There isn't one out there at the moment." "I don't think so." Nat said walking to where David sat at the piano stool and looking over his shoulder at the sheet music in front of him. David picked out the first chords then slide along the seat to make room for his sister. He knew she couldn't resist the chance to play. Her hands moved to where David's had been and copied his movements of a few seconds before. David took over when she had finished then removed his hands to let her play in turn. "Nice." Nat said when they reached the end. "It's chorus, verse, verse, chorus, verse, verse, chorus, chorus, end." David explained then stood up. Nat settled herself down in the middle of the piano stool and began to play. David knew he was a good player but his sister was exceptional. She played the chorus then a verse and stopped. Then she started again from the beginning. It was the same tune but yet it was somehow different. Only subtle changes but it sounded different. "Start again." Mari urged. Nat played the notes of the chorus the Mari started to sing. At first they were not together. Nat stopped. "Again." She said and began to play the chorus. There was a slight change of pace to her playing and her eyes were on Mari's face as she sung. It was flowing. Mari's voice was clean and clear and powerful. Nat improvised a little at the end then stopped playing. "That was great." 'H' said a huge smile on his face. "We need to get into a studio." "Next year." David said. "After the baby is born." "It is too late for Christmas." 'H' nodded his head. "This gives me some time to get things organised." "Okay 'H'." David took his glass from his hand. "Aren't you supposed to be in London tonight?" "Shit. Yes." 'H' looked from Nat to Mari and back again. "You really have something. This is going to be great." "I'll see you out." David said taking one of his arms in his hand. "Well?" Mari asked as the door closed behind the men. "Well what?" Nat replied. "Do you want to play with me?" "I love to play." Nat replied. "I just don't want what goes with it." "I watched you on the gigs you did with Artwork. You looked to be enjoying it. You looked as turned on by it all as the rest of us get." Nat could feel her face colouring. It had been fun and yes, she had been turned on by it all. Alone in her bed afterwards she'd masturbated furiously. David had ensured there had been a security guard posted outside her door to keep unwanted visitors away but it hadn't kept away the noises from the parties taking place all around her and, later the groans and moans of couples having sex. She could feel herself becoming moist just at the thought of it. "It wouldn't be like it was with Artwork." Mari said. "Just the two of us. With David." Of course it would be different. Not like being part of a male band at all. "What will it entail?" Nat asked. She was torn. "First we record the album." Mari was suddenly quite business like. Then Nat remembered that she had been in the music business before David and Artwork had started out. She must have been involved in numerous negotiations with her managers and producers. "'H' will put it out with a splash of publicity. Arrange a few TV shows for us to do. We will have to be prepared to go on talk shows and be interviewed. The biggest danger is the record company wanting to exploit us. I think we can avoid that. David was talking about starting up his own label." "Everybody seems to have thought this all through." Nat played a scale then reversed it. "It will mean a lot of rehearsals before we start recording." "Well he's gone." David said as he entered the room. "What are you talking about?" "I was explaining to Nat about what 'H' has in mind." "It'll be fun." David assured her. "It sounds like it might take up a lot of time." Nat said worriedly. "In the beginning." David smiled and played a few notes on the keys at the end of the piano. "You don't have to tour if you don't want to. Just record. 'H' was right though. You are good together." "Oh." Nat broke in. "Do you know who I met downtown?" "Who?" David asked. "Trevor Watkins." "Trevor!" David exclaimed. "What was he doing there?" "Apparently he's qualified as a Vet and is working in Wellington." Nat replied. "Well what do you know?" David rubbed his chin. "I said he should pop around one evening." "Who's Trevor?" Mari asked. "An old school friend of mine." David explained. "What did he look like?" "Thin." Nat replied. "Tall and thin. But then he always was." "Yes." David agreed. "Did he still smell of cow shit?" "No." Nat replied indignantly. "He didn't smell at all." "He was always hanging around farmyards." David said to Mari. "He was made to sit by an open window at school." "He wasn't." Nat exclaimed. "He was." David nodded. "You can ask him if you like." Nat played the chorus of the song, then again in a different key. "Don't change it too much or I'll have to put you on the credits which would mean splitting the royalties." David said. "Heaven forbid that should happen." Nat replied. "You have other songs?" "There are four more or less complete." David walked to the long sideboard carrying H's glass. "They are in the stool. Anybody else like a drink?" "Tea please." Mari replied. "Oh yes please." Nat agreed. "I didn't mean tea." David picked up the whisky decanter. "It's too early in the day for that." Mari said, shaking her head. "Isn't it Nat?" Nat lifted her head from the open piano stool. "Isn't it? Oh yes, far too early." She placed a pile of sheet music on top of the piano. "They are the ones on top." David. Pointed out. "I haven't seen these in years." Nat separated the pile and placed one of the sheets on the stand. Mari looked over her shoulder. "That's an old Mary Carver song. I used to sing that before I joined Foxart." "My father wrote it." "He wrote it!" Mari picked up a second music sheet as Nat played the opening bars. "And this one?" "He wrote five or six if I remember right." Nat said concentrating on her playing for a few seconds before stopping. "He played on one of her records. London Quest." "I've heard it." Mari confirmed. "She had a great voice." David came and stood by Mari putting his arm around her waist. "I'm having a thought." He said. "I doubt if Dad would agree." Nat said. "Or Mum, more to the point." "Why?" Mari asked. "I don't know." Nat said. "Something must have happened between them. Mum can't bide to hear her name mentioned. We don't have a copy of the album in the house." "Intriguing." Mari said. "Do you know anything about it?" She looked up at David as she asked the question. "Not much." He replied. "It was a long time ago. Thirty years. Before I was born." Just then the door opened and Paul Wagstaffe entered. "Hello." He said. "What are you doing? Are you all right Marianne? Where's your mother? "Hello dad." Nat said. "Had a busy day?" "Not too bad." Paul replied picking up a whisky glass and the decanter. "Anybody?" "Too early." David said. "You're probably right." Paul replaced the glass and decanter. "I left Steve and Nadine working on some papers in his office. Where did you say your mother is?" "She's still at the school." Nadine replied. "She shouldn't be too long." Paul looked at his wristwatch. "It looks like dinner in the pub then." He looked again at the whisky decanter. "I'm going to have a quick shower if we're going out." "I want a lie down." Marianne said to David. "Just for a few minutes." "Ok." David kissed her on her cheek. "I'll come with you." Suddenly Nat was alone in the room. The curtains had been left open at the end overlooking the swimming pool and lawns. They'd switched the lights on the small footbridge over the stream on. She stood up and walked to the French windows and looked out. She loved that house. She'd lived there all her life. She looked across to the entrance to the walled garden. She'd lost her virginity in there. Not really anything she looked back on too fondly. She'd had too much to drink when her parents had been away. She'd cried as he stood up afterwards and adjusted his clothing before her as she lay on her back on the grass. It had been a totally meaningless act for its own sake. She went back to the piano and sat down. She looked at the sheet music in front of her at her father's neat handwriting. She picked out the opening notes. Mary Carver. She had been a big recording star in the seventies and eighties. This had been one of her greatest hits but strangely very few others had covered it. She started again, this time in earnest. It was such a lovely tune to play she couldn't think why her mother didn't like to hear it. She started again, playing with the foot peddles to sharpen and lengthen the notes. A sudden noise behind her made her stop and turn. Her mother was standing in the doorway. "I've told you I don't like that song." Jenny Wagstaffe said. "But never why." Nat replied her fingers moving back over the keyboard. She didn't normally answer her mother back. She played the opening notes. To Begin Again Ch. 01 "Natasha." Jenny said taking two steps forward. "Please." Nat's shoulders relaxed and she stopped playing. "I'm sorry." She said. "It's such a nice song. I don't understand why you dislike it so." Jenny moved to the side of the piano and stood looking down at her daughter for a few seconds. "It's a long story and it happened such a long time ago." She said. Chapter 4. "Anybody fancy a whisky or something?" Paul Wagstaffe asked placing his empty wineglass on the table in front of him. "I will." David confirmed. "Just coffee." Jenny said. "Same for me." Natasha said. "I'll stay on the fruit juice, thanks." Said Mari. Paul stood up and went to the bar followed by David. Nat leaned back in her chair and let her eyes follow them then continue around the room. It was three parts full. Mostly with visitors from outside the village. She could recognise a few locals. She saw three young girls in their late teens sitting at a table nearer the entrance giggling into their hands. She could imagine them urging each other on to approach David for his autograph. They had better not try. She thought. Len, the landlord and one of her father's oldest friends would not allow it. She'd seen him escort people from the bar before. "I didn't realise it was Paul who wrote that song for Mary Carver." Nat heard Mari say. "It was a long time ago." Jenny replied, snappily. "It is time somebody did a better version of it." Mari continued, unabated. "I think Nat and I could bring something new to it." Jenny looked at her. She suddenly looked tired to Nat. David and Paul were standing at the end of the bar talking to Len. "I think I'll change my mind." Jenny said. "Natasha, go and ask your father to get me a vodka and tonic, please." Natasha stood up. The three girls looked as if they had made their minds up as well. Nat walked across to their table. "Hello." She said. "Len doesn't like to see David bothered when he's in here. I'll get you his autograph if you like." "Could you? How? Do you know him?" They all spoke at once. "Quite well." Nat smiled down at them. "I'm his sister." "You're the one who." One of the girls started to speak then stooped in mid-sentence. Lay on my back with my legs open for all the internet to see. Nat felt she could have finished the sentence for her. "You were in the band for a while." The girl continued. Damn. Nat cursed herself. Not everybody in the world had seen her naked. "Yes I was." She confirmed, suddenly angry with herself. Why did I bother to stop here? She asked herself. "I'll send him over." Let him suffer as well. Nat walked up to the bar. "Mum wants a vodka and tonic." She told Paul. "And those three girls want you." She said to David. "I said you would." She continued. "Just for a minute." David glanced across to where Mari and Jenny sat then shrugged his shoulders. "Okay." He said. "Just for a minute." He carried his whisky glass as he walked from the bar counter. Nat watched him lift a hand to the looks he received from some of the other diners then he took a chair from an empty table and sat down with the three girls. He'd made their nights Nat thought. The image of the three girls furiously rubbing their clits as they lay in their beds later flashed through her brain. Yes. He would be making their nights. "Do you want to take this back, Natasha?" Her father asked as a small tray containing the coffees and drinks that had been ordered was placed on the counter. "I'll be back in a minute." Natasha took the tray and walked back to their table. David was still sitting with the three girls. "What's he doing?" Mari asked as she placed the tray on the table and sat down. "I asked him too." Nat confessed. "Len would probably have kicked them out if they had approached David. It'll make their day." "That was nice of you." Jenny said, sipping at her drink. Nat stirred some cream into her coffee and took a sip. She blew on the cup then sipped again. She felt a sudden fullness inside. "I need the loo." She said, picking up her handbag. "Anybody else coming?" The others declined so she made her way to the door with the woman in a skirt on and entered. It was empty. Choosing a cubical she went inside. Lifting the hem of her dress she pushed her tights and panties down to her knees and sat down. She closed her eyes as her bladder emptied then reached out a hand and tore off some toilet role. She reached down between her thighs and rubbed along her slit. A second piece of paper and she was ready to stand. The sound of the door opening and the voices of the three girls made her pause. "He was great." She heard one say as the cubical door beside her opened and closed and she heard the rustling of clothing. "He could have me anytime." Another said. "Oh yes." The third joined in. "And me." "Four in a bed." The first one spoke over the hissing sound coming from her cubical. "It probably wouldn't be his first time." The second said. "What about the sister?" The third one asked. "Do you remember those pictures?" The next-door toilet flushed. Then a second further along. "Hurry up." The third girl urged her friends. "I need this." "Are we going into town?" The first girl asked as she ran some water into a sink. "The soldiers are back from Iraq. They'll be full of it." "I'm not going back to the barracks," the third one said. "I had enough of being gang banged last time." "You enjoyed it." The second said. "Besides with Tim away it's the only cock you'll get tonight." The toilet flushed away and there was the sound of water running again. The sound of the hand dryers blotted out the next few sentences. "You didn't have one try and get it up your ass." The door opened and Nat was alone again. She pulled up her panties and then her tights and adjusted her dress before flushing the toilet and washing her hands in a sink. She looked at her face in the mirror for a few seconds. It was a pretty face. Not beautiful. She had her mother's thin nose. Her breasts were bigger than her mother's and her hips were a little wider. Her mother's hair was starting to grey whereas hers was long and flowing. She dried her hands and rejoined the others at their table. They were all on their feet. "We were about to send out a search party for you." Mari said as David helped her into her coat. "Are you alright?" Her father asked, holding out her coat for her. "I'm fine." She replied. Chapter 5. It was warm in her bed. Soft and warm and comfortable. It was dark but she still felt safe. She turned onto her back and placed her hand upon her stomach. It had been a nice meal. A pity about the three girls. Nat wondered whether they had been picked up by some of the soldiers and taken back to the barracks. She wondered if they had been gang-banged. Then wondered what it would be like. Her hand moved lower. She could feel her mound of pubic hairs beneath her nightdress. Soft and springy. Would she shave it all off if she was with a man who wanted her too? Nadine was shaven. She had told her so. As if it were some badge to boast about. And she had seen Frankie and Laurie naked when she had been in the States and they were shaved. Ashley had told her that was what the men wanted nowadays. In fact the only woman she knew of who still had hair, albeit trimmed, was Cleo, her father's illegitimate daughter. She pulled up the hem of her nightdress and ran her fingers through her hairs. She liked the feel of them herself. No, she could never shave down there. Her legs opened slightly as her fingers followed her hairs between them. He would have to be some man to get her to shave down there. None of the men in her life so far would have got her too. Not that there had been many. Two. Phil had been a part of her life for two years. Never deeply passionate. In the end it had become a chore. A chore she could do without in her final year at music college. She smiled as her fingertips massaged her lips. She could feel them opening. How worried they had been for that two weeks after they had first done it. "What if she was pregnant?" A lucky escape. They had studied fertility charts and then she had gone onto the pill. A pill she still took. Most days. Her buttocks clenched as she moved on the bed. Would the soldiers have got it up that girl's ass this time around? Phil had never seemed interested in that part of her and she certainly didn't point it out to him. Sometimes as she lay on her side she would rub it. It was nice. Sometimes. But she would never let anybody put anything inside it. Exit only. Perhaps she should have that tattooed on it. While she was at it she could have 'no entry' tattooed on her other hole. She pulled at her pussy lips and ran a fingertip between them. She heard herself sigh. Yes. Nothing was ever going up there. Her fingertips brushed her clit. Her hips lifted. She touched it again. The muscles in her thighs twitched. How would they get it inside the girl? On her side? Kneeling down? Would she scream as it went in? She took a deep breath as her fingers moved faster. How many men would be there? Three, four, five? "Ah." She heard herself gasp. Her breaths were coming in short pants. Breathing through her mouth. What if she had let Josh? In his pick-up? She would have had to take her jeans off completely. The seats would not recline so she would have had to straddle him. Lower herself upon it. Feel it inside her. Feel him moving beneath her. Moving. Moving. Coming. Coming. She did need a shag. To Begin Again Ch. 02 Natasha placed her hand over her mouth and stifled a burp. There was so much fizz in the Alco-pops Nadine had been continually supplying her with. "What about him?" Nadine asked leaning forward in her chair and nodding towards a group of men standing at the bar. "Which one?" Natasha asked in reply. "Tony." Nadine said, rising to her feet. "Come on. I'll introduce you." She was at the bar almost before Natasha had risen to her feet. Nat followed, conscious of the eyes of at least half a dozen men on her. "Nat. This is Tony," Nadine made the introductions, "and this is Mike and Jem." Nat noticed Jem's hand was on Nadine hip then it moved behind her back out of sight. Nadine smiled. "Do you want to dance?" Tony suddenly asked, placing his bottle of beer on the bar. Nat handed her bag to Nadine and found herself following him onto the area below where the MC's were playing the tunes. It was crowded with gyrating bodies. Tony was moving in front of her and she automatically began her own steps. The tune ended and she stood still for a moment listening to the announcer and his friend discuss what they were going to do in bed later. Then the next tune started. It was a slow one. Tony's hands were on her, pulling her towards him. He was moving his hips, grinding himself against her hips and pubic area. He was nuzzling her hair with his face. She could feel him becoming hard. His hands were moving on her back. One was moving down to one of her buttocks. She reached behind her back and pulled his hand away. "Let's go back to the others." She said, stepping back from him. Without waiting for a reply she turned and left the dance area not really caring if he followed or not. "We're all going to Jem's flat for a drink." Nadine told her as she got back to where they were standing at the bar. "Not for me." Nat replied, picking up her bag from the counter. "Come on." Nadine urged. "It will be fun." "No." Nat shook her head. Suddenly the room was stiflingly hot. She needed some air. "I think I'll go home. I'll give you a ring next week." Nadine's reply was lost in a sudden increase of sound as the music changed again. Nat made her away to where they had been sitting and picked up her coat then made her way to the entrance. The bouncer opened the door for her and she was outside. She suddenly felt cold and quickly put on her coat. It was starting to rain. She needed a taxi. "Nat?" A voice behind her made her jump. "Is that you?" She looked over her shoulder. An old Land Rover had pulled into the kerb-side. Trevor Watkins' head half protruded from the open window. "Hello." She said, pulling her coat tightly about herself. It was staring to rain in earnest. "Where are you going?" Trevor asked. "Home." Nat replied. "If I can get a Taxi." "I'm going out on a call." Trevor said. "I can take you home afterwards. It's on Lord Lucktails estate." "If you wouldn't mind." Nat brushed the rain off the top of her head with her hand. "I'm getting drenched." "Climb in." Trevor told her, reaching across and opening the passenger door. Nat stepped out into the road and got in. She pulled the door shut. "That's better." She said, stifling a burp. "Thank you." "That's ok." Trevor put the vehicle into gear and pulled away. "I'm not sure how long I'll be mind." "I don't mind." "Weren't you enjoying your evening?" Nat opened the front of her coat and shook some raindrops from it. "It was all right." She said, catching Trevor's quick glance down at her thighs. She pulled the hem of her dress down before continuing. "A friend talked me into going out. She was looking for a man." "You weren't?" "Not at the moment." "I read about what happened in Holland and Germany last summer." "A year last summer." "Was it that long?" "Yes." It was that long. Nat peered out of the front windscreen. The wipers didn't seem to be making any impression against the rain. "I thought you were going to become a pop star like David." Trevor wiped at the condensation that was forming in front of him as he spoke. "It can be like driving in a fog in this thing sometimes." "That wasn't for me." "Oh." They drove on in silence with Trevor occasionally wiping at the windscreen in front of him. Nat leaned against the doorframe and closed her eyes. She didn't feel like talking. It was warm in the front of the Land rover. Something was rattling gently in the back. She could almost fall asleep. "We're here." She jerked herself upright. "Are you alright?" Trevor asked, a note of concern in his voice. Nat's mouth suddenly felt very dry and she could feel the first thumps of a headache forming. "Hmm." She mumbled. They had stopped in front of a large barn. There were bright lights inside it. "One of Lucktails rare breeds Ewe's." Trevor explained as he opened his door. "Having a difficult pregnancy." Nat climbed from the land rover and quickly followed him into the barn. It was still raining heavily. She recognised Lord Lucktail and his wife Julia. Pearson, the farm manager was kneeling beside an Ewe in a stall. A young man was kneeling on the other side of the animal. It took her a few seconds to recognise him as the Lucktails son and heir, Jonathon. "Hello Natasha." Julia said. "We haven't seen you in ages. How are your parents? We hear there is to be an addition to your family" "Hello." Nat replied. "Yes. David's wife is due to give birth in two months." Nat watched Trevor kneel by the side of the Ewe and take a thermometer from his bag. The Ewe groaned slightly as he inserted it into her anus. Nat felt her own tighten involuntarily. She suddenly thought about the girl in the pub toilet earlier in the week. Trevor removed the thermometer, looked at it and said something in a low voice to the two men. Pearson said something in return and Nat watched as Trevor took an ampoule and syringe from his bag. He fitted a fresh needle from his bag, pinched a piece of the Ewe's flesh between two fingers and injected her. Jonathon stood up as Trevor cleared away his things. "It shouldn't take long now." He said, joining the two women. "Hello Nat." "Hello Jon." Nat replied. "What won't take long?" Whatever it was she hoped wouldn't take long. She was getting cold. "Her lambs are dead inside her and Trevor has just given her something to abort them." "The poor thing." Nat said, she could feel tears welling up inside her. The Ewe bleated. Nat looked then looked away. She felt sick. "Let's go up to the house for a cup of tea." Julia suggested. "Something stronger for me, I think." Gordon, Lord Lucktail, said. He slurred his words slightly. Obviously his next wouldn't be his first Nat thought. But she couldn't talk she admonished herself. She's had more than she normally did. She needed the toilet. Very soon. "Do you mind if I use your toilet?" She asked Julia in a low voice as they reached the side entrance to the main house. "Of course." Julia replied, holding open the door. "Down the corridor and turn left." Nat followed her instructions and entered a small room containing a toilet bowl and small sink. Lifting her dress above her waist she pushed down her tights and panties then sat down. She wondered about Nadine. Had she really gone back with those three lads? She suddenly felt guilty for leaving her alone. Would she be all right? She certainly hadn't wanted to go on to the lads flat herself. She'd been through that enough in College. Every spare male there thinking you were fair game, some finding it very difficult to take no for an answer. Just because some girls were free and easy it didn't mean they all were. Anyway, Nadine knew what she was doing. And she did know those boys. Which was more then she did. She finished in the toilet and returned to the kitchen. "Seeing you has reminded me that we haven't seen your father and mother for a while." Julia said as she sat down at the table. "We were thinking of having a little get together next weekend. Sort of pre-Christmas drinks. Do you know if they are free?" "I could ask." Nadine replied, sipping at the mug of hot tea Jon placed in front of her. "Shall I ask my mother to ring you?" "Please." Julia looked at Trevor then back at her. "And of course you can come as well. And David, if he's here." "I'll be sure to ask them." Nat stifled a yawn. "I do beg your pardon." She said, and then yawned again. "Oh. Look at the time." Julia remarked. "It's nearly two o'clock. You should take Natasha home straight away Trevor." "Are you ready Nat?" Trevor asked, standing up and gathering his things together. Jon stood behind Nat and helped her into her coat. "I'll see them out." He said. "Thanks for coming Trevor." Lord Lucktail said rising unsteadily to his feet. "I'm only sorry I couldn't do anymore." Trevor replied. Nat walked to the back door conscious that Jon was close behind her. He placed a hand on her shoulder and turned her to face him as Trevor walked across to the Land Rover. "Do come next week-end," he said, "these drinks parties can get rather boring without anybody interesting to talk to." "I'll try." Nat promised, then without thinking stood on tiptoe and kissed him on the cheek. His mouth broke into a huge smile. "I must go." She said turning away from him. "Goodnight." Trevor had the engine of the Land Rover started by the time she climbed into the seat beside him. He engaged gear and pulled away. "Do you see much of Jonathon?" He asked as they drove away from the house. "No much really." She replied. "He has been around a couple of times while David's been staying." "Oh." Trevor went silent which suited Nat. She didn't want to have to explain her relationship with Jon or anybody else to him. Not that there was much of a relationship to explain. He was David's friend, not hers. Besides he had a girlfriend. Well she thought he did. A girl from Berkshire. She liked riding horses. Looked a bit like one Nat seemed to remember from the couple of times she'd seen her. "Jon has a girlfriend." Nat suddenly said, then asked herself why. "Oh." Trevor repeated. The lights of Chipping Marsden were approaching. They passed the derelict Roman Catholic chapel with its attendant graveyard. Then the school. Then the Church of England church. Trevor turned right at the Pub into the lane that led to her parent's house. The wheels crunched on the gravel as he pulled up outside the front door. "Thank you very much for bringing me home." Nat said as she opened the door. "Goodnight." She thought she heard Trevor saying something about being sorry about taking so long but she had already closed the door behind her. She hurried to the door and waved as he drove away. "Is that you, Natasha?" Her mother called softly from her bedroom as she reached the top of the stairs. "Yes." Nat replied in a low voice. "I meet Trevor in town and he gave me a lift home." "Oh." Her mother said. She said goodnight and hurried into her bedroom switching on the lights before returning to the landing and switching off those. "Trevor's a nice young man." Her mother's voice came from her bedroom. "Who is?" She heard her father say in a voice heavy with sleep. "Trevor." Her mother replied. "He brought Nat home." "I didn't know she went out with him." "She didn't now go back to sleep." There was a pause. "Paul don't." "What?" Her father sounded more awake. "You know." Her mother hissed, her voice barely audible. "That." "Oh that." "Yes. Hmm. Yes." Nat returned to her room. She undressed and put on her nightdress and slipped beneath the quilt on her bed. She wondered what her mother and father were doing. She had seen them make love once before. In the walled garden two years previous. Her mother laying naked on her back with her knees bent while her father had licked at her hole. Then she had watched as he'd moved up to mount her. She'd imagined what it must of felt like to have him thrust himself inside her. It must have felt better than the feelings she was giving herself as her fingers pulled and rubbed at her own hole. Pulling the lips apart. Pushing between them. Was he inside her yet? Pushing it in and out. Was she moaning? Panting? Was she coming? Nat turned onto her side suddenly embarrassed at what she had done. Or was it at the thoughts she'd had whilst doing it? What was wrong with her? She was attractive. Lots of men wanted her. She rubbed again at her clit, then squeezed her thighs tight together as if trying to prevent the movement of her finger. The finger was going to win, again. She turned onto her back again this time raising her knees as she opened her legs. She came again and turned back onto her side. She could smell herself on her fingers as she pulled the quilt tightly around her shoulders. Oh, what was wrong with her? To Begin Again Ch. 03 Natasha stood up beside the piano as the children in the little orchestra and the Christmas play took their bows. It had all gone surprisingly well all things considered. Her mother, Jennifer Wagstaffe, stepped out onto the stage and raised her hands for quiet. "I am sure you would all like me to thank everybody involved in this years production on your behalf." Her mother had promised to keep it short. She looked up at the windows at the side of the hall. It was getting dark outside and it was beginning to rain again. At least they were being spared the snow. It was a couple of years since the last heavy snow before Christmas. She remembered something about Cleo, her half-sister from America getting stuck or lost in it or something. There were some people outside. It was hard to make out their faces. One was a very tall man with broad shoulders. That looked like her father with him. There was a woman, no two. Ashley. Then that would be her parents. She didn't know they were coming over. She heard her name being mentioned and turned to accept the applause from the audience for her part in staging the production. That was it. The lights were going up and people were gathering up their children to leave. She saw Ron, the vicar, approaching Jenny. They were smiling at one another. "Hello Ron." She said as she joined them. "Mum, I just saw Ashley and Uncle Howie and Aunty Carole outside." "You must be mistaken." Jenny said, moving a little closer to the vicar. "They are not coming over this year." "Well I don't know who it is if it isn't them." Nat said, pointing to the far end of the hall. "I must go Ron." Jenny smiled up at Ron. "Thanks for coming." "Part of my pastoral duties." Ron smiled back. "I'll see you again soon." "We thought we would surprise you this year," Carole said after the hugs and kisses were over. "That's lovely," Jenny looked at Paul. "I didn't know." Paul answered before being asked. "How long are you staying for?" Jenny continued. "Only two nights," Carole replied. "We are here to take my mother up north to see her sister. She's not been well." "We haven't seen Dorothy in years," Jenny said. "I'm sorry she's not well." "She's not been herself ever since David died," Carole said, adjusting the collar of Nat's blouse. "I wished we'd been able to go to the funeral," Jenny said. "But Paul had business in Dallas and we couldn't get away. We weren't expecting you until next week Ashley." "We came across on the company's jet. Too good a chance to miss," Ashley said looking towards where Ron was chatting to some of the parents. "You still have the same, old vicar I see." "Less of the old," Jenny laughed. "He's only a little bit older than your father." "I didn't realise he was that old," Ashley laughed and ducked to avoid the clip around her ear aimed at her by her father. "Where are you staying?" Jenny asked. "At the Castle Hotel," Carole replied. "Howie thinks we should buy it and add it to the chain." "It wouldn't fit in with the corporate image and it would be a shame to change it," Howie said. Nat followed his glance towards the door as the bottom of one of the mothers left the room. "You wouldn't change it?" Jenny asked, shocked at the suggestion. "I love it there. Not that Paul takes me very often." "Out of keeping for the head teacher of a village school," Paul said. "People would think you had been robbing the petty cash." "Anyway," Howie said. "You'll all come to dinner tonight." "Love to," Paul replied. "We are going to a drinks party tomorrow night at the Lucktail's. Shall I get you an invite to that?" It was agreed it seemed to Nat as they walked out into the cold evening air. She didn't really want to go to the Castle and she was loosing enthusiasm for drinks at the Lucktails. Now that Ashley had come a few days early perhaps they could get away to London for a few days and stay in their apartment. See some shows and do some shopping. She felt certain Ashley would prefer that. A pity she couldn't get out of dinner that night at such short notice. "We have David and Mari staying with us," She said as they began to separate and make for their cars. "Bring them along," Howie said, waving a hand as he climbed into his hire car. "Jenny," Nat turned at the sound of Ron's voice, "do you have five minutes before you go to go over the arrangements for the nativity play in the Church on Sunday?" "I'm sorry," he continued, "I did mean to ask earlier." "Of course." Jenny smiled at him. "Nat will you go home with your father? I'll be along shortly." Nat sank into the front seat of her father's BMW convertible. It was the second he had owned like it, David having destroyed the first one two years before. "How did it go?" Her father asked as they pulled into the main road through the village. "It went very well." Now was her chance to ask about the flat in London. "Dad?" She asked. "Can Ashley and I go and stay in the flat?" "What for?" He replied. "She's only just got here." "Well I'm sure she will want to do some shopping. Then there are the show's and the lights." "Are you saying there isn't enough around here for you to do?" He turned from the main road into the lane that led to their house. "What's your mother say?" He continued. "I haven't spoken to her yet." "Well. You are both big girls. If it's what you want. When are you thinking of going?" "Sunday." Paul pulled into the driveway and the car crunched over the gravel to a halt between Howie's hired Jaguar and David's Porsche. Nat felt her own little Mini looked out of place there somehow. "Ok." "Thanks Dad." Inside the house the front lounge was becoming full. Nat drew Ashley to one side as her father supervised David in the pouring of the drinks. "Fancy coming up to London on Sunday for a few days?" She asked. "Oh yes," Ashley replied, "We can have some fun there." Part 4. Nat looked across the restaurant table at Ashley. The drive up had been good. They had made good time. Hudson, the old part-time caretaker and occupant of the ground floor flat had had some food and things delivered so all they had had to do was unpack, shower and change. Ashley was determined to go on to a nightclub and in the end she had agreed. But first they were to eat. Surprisingly she had enjoyed the dinner in the hotel on the Friday the best. Howie had started talking about some of the adventures they had all shared in the seventies and eighties. Her father had tried to steer him away at first but as some of them were new to Mari and she wanted to hear them he gave up in the end. Howie could tell a good story. David had once told her it was because of the practice he had had lying to his wife about his many affairs. She hadn't believed him until Cleo had confirmed it once during a trip to Dallas. Howie had made her father drink too much. Her mother and Carole had reminisced about old friends over a bottle of wine. Mari had felt tired so she and David had left as soon as the meal was over. That left her and Ashley to plan their three days in London. Ashley hadn't been interested in the shows and had been outlining her plans for the nightclubs. And men. They had figured high on her to do list. Nat looked around the room. There were at least three pairs of eyes on them that she could see. And they were all accompanied. What was it with men? "Hey, I liked that Jon." Ashley suddenly remarked, "and you say he will one day become a Lord?" "Yes." Nat confirmed. "When his father dies." "That won't be long the amount he drinks." She was probably right. Jon was still single. Lady Natasha. She tried it out in her mind. "Lady Ashley." Ashley spoke out loud. "You don't know him." Natasha said. "He knows most of me." Ashley replied. "He had hands everywhere last night. He even tried to get me to stay over." Natasha hadn't noticed the hands. Trevor had been there and he had spent most of the evening talking to her. "Hey. Why were you late for dinner Friday anyway?" Ashley suddenly changed the subject. "Oh, my mother decided she wanted a bath before we came out instead of a shower like everyone else." "Oh. You still have the same Vicar I saw." "He's a Rector." Nat wondered what Ashley was getting at. "Ron's been in the Parish since before I was born." "He'd be a close family friend then?" "Yes. I suppose so. He used to play cricket with my father and he works quite closely with my mother on things to do with the church and school." "He always seems very friendly." "He's just a nice man." Nat wondered again where Ashley was leading. "That Trevor." Ashley finished the wine in her glass. "Are you going with him?" "Of course not." Nat felt herself blushing. "What makes you say that? He went to school with David, that's all." "Well you didn't seem to want to leave his side all night at the drinks party." "We were just talking. That was all." Nat felt suddenly defensive. "It just looked like you knew each other very well." "Just friends. Nothing more. Why? Are you interested in him as well?" "He's a good looking man. And if everything is in proportion he should be carrying quite a tool." "Shush." Nat urged looking around the room. "People will hear." "Nobody is interested in what we're saying. Don't tell me you hadn't imagined what it would be like with him?" Nat hadn't up to then. Now it was all she could think of. He was a tall man. It could be big. She could feel herself producing moisture. "Hold that thought." Ashley said pushing her chair back from the table and standing up. "Let's go get laid." Part 5. "Stop it." Nat hissed as she pulled Antonio's hand out from between her thighs. "Come on." He slurred as he replaced his hand between her knees and started to move up. "What's wrong with you?" Nat pushed him away and stood up. "Leave me alone." She snapped. Antonio smiled up at her from where he was sitting on one of the long sofas in the apartment and held up his hand. "Come here," he urged. "I won't hurt you." Nat wavered. He was good looking. He could dance as well. He and his friend and descended upon them the minute they had walked into the nightclub. They had pushed drinks into their hands almost before they had had time to speak. Drinks that were quickly followed by a second then a third. Then the dancing. Fast dances. Then another drink. They had sat at a table. Nat could feel herself hot beneath her clothing. She hadn't minded his arm around her shoulder or his first kiss. Then they were back on the dance floor. A slow dance. Swaying together with their hips touching. His hand had traced a path down her spine. She'd caught his wrist as his fingers were closing on her buttock. He'd just smiled and pulled her closer. She could feel his erection, long and hard pressing into her. She could feel herself responding inside. It had felt nice to be held like that. It had been so long for her. Once she had caught sight of Ashley in the crush. Her partner, Michael, had his hand firmly on one of her buttocks. He dance had ended and Ashley had taken her off to the toilets. "Well, I've got mine for the night." She'd said. "Let's take them back with us." Nat had thought about Antonio's cock pressed hard against her and had agreed. The kissing in the taxi had been nice. He was a good kisser. Perhaps sensing her reluctance he hadn't tried to force the pace. Unlike Michael with Ashley or was it the other way around? She saw his hand disappear out of sight beneath her dress in the lift. In the apartment they had all agreed to her making coffee. Antonio had stood and talked to her in the kitchen. Occasionally pulling her ass cheeks back against his still hard cock when she came within range. Then he had helped to carry the mugs into the living room. Ashley and Michael were nowhere to be seen but the sounds they were making in Ashley's bedroom could be heard. She hadn't resisted when Antonio had guided her to the sofa and sat beside her. His first kisses were nice. Even when his tongue had entered her mouth it had still felt good. He had felt her breasts and she had felt her nipples respond. Even heard herself moan. Then his hand reached between her thighs and it had been as if somebody had flicked a switch. "No," she said again, stepping away from the sofa. "No. Please leave." "I can't leave now." He said. "There will be no taxi." His accent was delicious. He made to stand up and without thinking Nat ran to the door of her bedroom and closed and locked it behind her. "Natisha." Let me in." His voice came from the other side of the door. "No. Go away." Nat replied. "What's going on?" She heard Ashley's voice, it sounded breathless. "She's frigid," came Antonio's reply. There was a low murmur of voices. "Nat." Ashley called through the door. "Let us in." "Please leave me alone." Nat replied. She could hear low voices on the far side of the door again then silence. Nat sat on the edge of the bed and held her head in her hands. Was Antonio right? Was she frigid? Part 6. Nat opened her eyes and looked across at the small clock on the wall opposite her bed. Eleven o'clock. Her mouth felt dry. She needed a drink and the bathroom. She pulled on her robe over her nightie and tiptoed to the door. Not that anybody could hear her walking on the thick carpet. She unlocked her door and peeped out expecting to see Antonio on the sofa. There was no sign of him. Perhaps they had left already? She thought. She stepped out into the living room and walked to the bathroom door. As her hand touched it she heard Ashley cry out in orgasm. Nat hurriedly closed the bathroom door behind her and slid across the lock before sitting down on the toilet seat. She gasped out loud, then a second time. So Ashley and Michael were still at it. It was seven hours since they had returned from the nightclub. They must have been asleep for part of it. Nat convinced herself. The only men she had been with seemed to fall asleep as soon as they had come. She undressed and stood beneath the showerhead and switched it on. She caught some water in her mouth, swirled it around then spat it out. She was beginning to feel better. She soaped her body and head. Working the lather into her pubic hairs. She soaped herself again. Rubbing a finger between her buttocks and against her anus. She leaned forward feeling the water running down her spine. Reaching behind herself she pulled wide her cheeks and gasped as the water ran between them. She switched off the shower and pulled a towel off the bar above the radiator. She rubbed her hair then her body and legs. She dried between her legs and dropped the towel into the laundry bin. Taking a second towel she rubbed her hair again then wrapped it around her chest above her breasts. She picked up her nightie and robe and slowly opened the door. After checking that the coast was clear she hurried back to her room. As she started to sort out her clothes for the day she heard a mobile phone somewhere in the apartment ringing. It stopped abruptly and she could hear Ashley speaking to somebody. She undid the towel and rubbed at her hair before throwing it onto the bed. Suddenly her door was flung open and a naked Ashley was thrusting an equally naked Michael and Antonio through the doorway. "They have to stay here." Ashley said, "Jon's driven up from Somerset to see me. He can't find them with me. Don't make a sound." A pile of clothes was thrown in and the door closed. Nat looked at the two men. Even soft their cocks were large and neither was making any attempt to hide them. In fact they were starting to grow. Both men were looking at her. "Stop it," she cried and turned her back on them as she reached for the towel. She heard the door open and automatically turned to face it. "Natasha?" There was a hint of query in Jon's voice as he surveyed the room from the doorway.