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Learning From Women

By: Egmont Grigor



CHAPTER 1

As Eddie Major dressed for his wedding, nursing a sore head reminder of last night's rousing evening on the town with six buddies and then being in bed with a female pal, he thought of some of the women who'd treated him kindly with sex in years gone by. It seemed like just yesterday, even going right back...

Cynthia Major his sister eight years his senior was high on his top list and would always be remembered as his first real immersion into sex. Until then females of his age had been worried about becoming pregnant, getting the clap or being hurt claiming anything but a small finger was too big but that of course was bullshit or ignorance. On January Cindy and his parents had gone to Melbourne for a week for the grand slam Australian Tennis Open and his mother had arranged for her sister to 'baby-sit' Eddie. And then Aunty Alice cancelled because their mother who lives with her was feeling poorly.

"Mum, Eddie's eighteen, well capable of looking after himself," said Cindy. "Anyway I can cook his dinner before Terry and I go out and make sure he leaves the house tidy before he goes off to university."

"Are you sure darling?" Patricia asked.

"Yes."

"What if he misbehaves?"

"I'll have Terry to sort him out, won't I?"

Well she didn't have Terry, did she? Their parents left on Monday morning of the final week of the tennis and that night Terry dumped Cindy. She arrived home drunk and in a highly emotional state. 

Cindy barged into Eddie's bedroom next morning yelling, "Who put me to bed last night?"

"I did."

"What, you were perving at my body?"

"I don't think so. I only removed your top and skirt, shoes and stockings."

"Who taught you how to remove stockings?"

"No one. It wasn't difficult to work out."

"Are you sure that's all you did?"

"Yes, why?"

"I would have killed you if I'd found you'd jacked off over me."

"What? Why would I do that? You're my sister."

That reply rocked big sister a bit and she appeared to wonder didn't he think she was a lush female? 

"Well just watch it. Put one finger on me while dad and mum are away and I'll kick your balls black and blue."

"Sure, not problems. Who'd want to touch you?"

The attractive face of the twenty-six-year old brunette screwed up and she began crying. "I supposed I blabbered to you about that bastard Terry told me he's fucking my friend Pauline?"

"Yeah, you went on and on about it. I don't think you should be friendly with Pauline any longer."

"What would you know? Move over, I'm getting in."

"I don't have..."

"Christ, you're bigger than Terry."

Instead of feeling proud Eddie remembered saying was there something wrong with Terry. His sister giggled and said he was unbelievably modest and from that Eddie learned something. Modesty doesn't go astray and he should let any new girlfriend find out herself what he packed.

"Why do you have a boner? Do you find my nightie sexy?"

"Nah, I always wake up with a stiffy."

"Oh god, what have I been missing?"

"What?"

"It doesn't matter. Let's go back to sleep."

Eddie awoke an hour later and returned with a cup of tea for Cindy who acted strangely when waking asking why was she in his bed. He didn't bother answering, knowing women act very strangely at times. Cindy came out to the kitchen dressed for the insurance company office where she was a sub-manager and kissed him before getting a pack of yoghurt from the fridge.

"You were lovely to me last night and this morning."

"No problem, you're my sister."

"Well I've decided to buy you a present."

"What for?" Eddie asked suspiciously.

"God you are thick; because for once you were especially nice to your sister. Do you want to sleep with me in mom and dad's bed while they're away?"

"What for... sex?"

"In your dreams buster."

"Okay just to sleep and to chat while you get over your trauma."

"Ohmigod, when did you grow up? Well a little support would be appreciated Eddie and would you not talk about sex to me."

"Why, will you lose interest in it just because small tits Pauline stole your guy?"

Turning white at the thought of what her brother had just said, Cindy took the offensive. "What do you know about the size of Pauline's boobs?"

"I've been in the pool with your and your girlfriends for years. You pack the best pair of all of them."

"I better go or I'll miss my bus," Cindy said, looking at her brother thoughtfully.

* * *

Near neighbours Janis and Sue Oldham tooted and Eddie ran out to jump into their mom's car the sisters had most days. Sue was a year ahead of them at university.

"Hi."

"Hi."

It was the same greeting every weekday morning, even on the occasional morning their mom wanted her car and they travelled by bus.

"Janis and I were wondering why you show no real interest in us?"

Well thought Eddie, an interesting conversation topic at last.

"You girls have guys lining up for it. I reckon you were into sex before I knew it existed."

"Well for your information Mr Know-all," said Sue, "I have no one at present. You are not gay are you?"

"Why don't you bend over and find out?"

The girls giggled. Sue spoke about jumping into the backseat with Eddie. Janis told Sue to keep her attention on driving and they arrived at the student parking lot without anything being resolved. Twice Sue had looked at Eddie in the rear-vision interior mirror and had caught his wink without saying anything about that to her sister.

As Eddie and Janis walked to their lecture on 'The Victorian Novelists' she said to him casually, "If you fuck Sue you can fuck me as well if you wish."

Mind reeling in a way a lecture about Victorian novelists could never move him, Eddie choked, "Together?"

"Yeah, that would be nice."

When Eddie settled in to hear the earnest junior lecturer talk about how the Victorian novelists introduced 'the chaste touch of lips brushing' between a couple not even betrothed or discussed it into pages of books purchased by the Middle Class and thus raising the bar of acceptable permissive writing, Janis was idly running her nails up and down his thigh closest to her. At times her fingers coming dangerously close to his 'at rest' penis.

That afternoon Eddie skipped the lecture on 'Dynamic Characters' already possessing the textbook and intending watching a golf video on 'Incisive Wedge Play' a pal had swapped him for a pirated DVD of 'Debbie Does Seniors at Monash Girls' High'. But Mrs Maria Ricardo who lived opposite called and asked him over to help turn a bedroom mattress. 

Maria was married to an older guy so Eddie assumed the husband been advised not to lift heavy objects. Maria was quite curvy and still slim for an old chic. She'd be fifty but she always had a smile for him.

"Come in Eddie," she called. "I'm in the bedroom."

Eddie walked in unsuspectingly. 

Maria, dressed only in a black corset with half-cups and showing her bush smiled, grabbed one side of the mattress and said, "Hi -- this is too heavy and too awkward for me to turn on my own."

Eddie's tongue had become temporarily paralysed.

They accomplished the task complete with a couple of laughs and then stood awkwardly.

Then Eddie heard something from a woman he'd hear several times over the years, something that was coded. Maria held out her arms and said, "Eddie, my husband doesn't understand me."

Eddie went to her and she clasped him and they had one of those 'chaste brushing of lips' because Eddie had jerked back wondering what time Mr Ricardo was due home. But before he could get that uncertainty answered Maria had her tongue down his throat and pulled a tit out for him and then was unzipping him and screaming, "Ohmigod, ohmigod!"

So they fucked. Three times. Eddie scampered back home and had locked the front door and still Mr Ricardo hadn't driven home. Had the bitch killed him? A car tooted and looking out the window Eddie saw Mr Ricardo arriving home. He doubted that Mr Ricardo would understand his wife any better after her late afternoon exploits.

* * *

When the basketball game on TV ended at 10:30, Cindy yawned and said, "Are you coming to bed?"

Eddie turned off the set and Cindy took the coffee mugs to the kitchen. He was entering his bedroom when she called softly, "We are to sleep in mom and day's room for the rest of this week; remember. You suggested it."

Eddie yawned instead of saying it had been her suggestion but thought what the heck. He tailed along, having wild thoughts watching her swinging butt. He stood at the bedside nervously, wondering if this were a good idea when Cindy emerged from the bathroom totally nude. Um, this was his sister? Christ, she was Centrefold material.

"The bathroom's free."

Eddie returned wearing his underpants.

"Take those off darling. I want you to hug me to sleep. If you get a boner it won't be able to slip in without my assistance so there's no reason to be concerned."

He slid up against Cindy's back and they appeared to be a great fit, er like brother and sister, and she pulled his hand over on to a big firm tit with a fat nipple. Eddie felt an erection coming on and pressing that against his sister rolled her closest nipple until it felt like hardened steel. And then Cindy said sleepily, "That's enough darling. I feel a whole lot better and need healing sleep."

Eddie remained hard against her and imagined doing unspeakable things to his sister until he fell asleep.

Dawn shone through the high bedroom windows as Eddie awoke in the morning and felt teeth around the head of his cock, absolutely certain they weren't his teeth.

"Mmmmm Hermhum."

"What?"

Cindy spat him out. "Darling I was saying good morning."

"Er good morning. Should we be doing this?"

He was ignored. "Fuck me Eddie."

Well it seemed the right thing to do. In his dreams he'd fucked her ten times during the night.

Eddie licked her wet pussy twice and was about to push in when she said, "Hold it buster."

He then was guided through some of the steps of foreplay. That interested Eddie tremendously because hitherto he'd always thought foreplay was a waste of time. Cindy got her instruction across brilliantly. For example, when he said providing the cunt was wet what was wrong with pushing straight in, Cindy said, "If I pushed my hand and arm straight up your asshole what would you say?"

"I'd scream like a stuck pig and feel like throttling you."

"Oh really?"

Very interesting.

They had just the one bout because Cindy didn't want to be late for work. She rode him cowgirl and when her face turned colour her tits appeared to swell so he instinctively grabbed them and squeeze hard. Cindy turned blue and purple and screamed like a maniac and when her gasping subsided she patted him on the cheek and said that had been her biggest ejaculation ever.

"Let's go to bed tonight as soon as I come home. There's heaps more I need to teach you."

"Good idea," Eddie said, naively wondering what would be in that for Cindy.

On Saturday morning Cindy and Eddie fucked themselves almost senseless. The first call was their mom, wondering how they were getting on.

"Eddie has been okay, acting quite grown up actually."

"What are you two doing now?" 

Looking at Eddie on his back, mouth open sleeping, her pussy secretions drying on his face, Cindy lied, "Eddie has gone over to Sue Oldham's to see if she'll date him this evening. He knows Janis has a date."

"Oh I don't think he should date when I'm not at home."

"Mom there is no need to worry. Sue is only a year older that Eddie. I'm sure he'd been quite at home with much older women."

"Oh what are you saying to me?"

"Mom, don't be so jumpy. I'm sure he doesn't know any older women apart from your friends."

"Has Harriett Shields dropped in?"

"Harriett Shields? No she hasn't been calling. But so what if she did?"

"Well between you and more there is a rumour she is addicted to young men."

"Harriett has a passion for young guys? God mom you have an exciting friend."

"Why are you supporting her and her reproachable behaviour?

"I'm not saying I approve of Harriett's adulterous affairs. And neither I don't think it's a crime she cohabits with young men. I'd call that lucky and don't accuse me of being irresponsible or facetious. Have you ever thought of letting your hair down in that direction? Mum... mum... are you there?

A couple of hours later Cindy had a shower, leaving her brother sleeping, and went out to get take-out burgers for breakfast. She felt like eating a horse but believed they only did beef or chicken burgers.

Eddie awoke bug-eyed with Cindy banging his burger on his chest. She looked radiant.

"I met Randy Ryder at the burger bar and he was surprised Terry and I had split and I shrugged and said you know what men are like and I pretended I was ready to cry. He said give him a second, and made a call and returned smiling saying he'd dropped his date for tonight as he'd preferred to take me out and... and listen to this: he said that was because I had a brain and was cool at surfing and dancing and not being totally focused on fucking all the time."

"He said that?"

"Yes of course he did. It means I'm more than an empty package left at his side after having sex, that he's aware I have other skills and passions."

"Jesus, you are really switching me on to what makes women tick, aren't you?"

"I do my best darling but sadly you may have to find your own pussy now. From tonight my one will be taken."

Cindy was quite correct. 

Fifteen months later she was three months pregnant and she and Randy married at a really great wedding that left their mother warbling on about it for days.

* * *

That night when Cindy went out with Randy for the first time Eddie called Janis just before midday about a date but she was already going out with Dick Joll, one of Eddie's buddies.

"Hold on, Sue wants to talk to you," Janis said. He then heard Janis call out to Sue that Eddie Major wanted to talk to her.

"Hi Eddie."

"Hi Sue, what's doing?"

"Mum and I have just decided to go to the cabin for the remainder of the weekend."

"Oh."

"Oh were you going to ask me out?"

"Um yeah."

"Just a moment," Sue said and she yelled to her mum could Eddie Major go with them.

"Mum has invited you to accompany us. It's a pretty basic cabin."

"That's fine. What does you mum drink?"

"Martinis and so do I."

"Right, I'm good for the booze."

"Good, mum is yelling can you be here in fifteen minutes?"

"Yeah."

Cindy was pleased Eddie was going away with the Oldham's. When Eddie arrived with Martini mix, gin, vodka and three bottles of wine from his dad's cellar Mrs Eva Oldham was very pleased and looked Eddie over appreciatively. She'd known him for fifteen years and knew he and Janis shared friends and he'd visited the Oldhams' house many times but not for a couple of years.

"You are looking very elegant Mrs Oldham."

"Oh god, this old thing," she said sweeping her hand down a hip. 

"You look stylish with those expensive sunnies and that blue headband."

"Why thank you Eddie. You have grown into a fine young man with a great build."

Sue came out dressed in a red top and cut-off jeans.

"You look pretty."

"Oh thank you kind sir. She kissed him, pushing into him.

"Janis is on the phone so let's go. You sit in the front with mom."

"No I'll sit in the back. You drive Eddie. I've seen you driving your father's Porsche so obviously he trusts you with expensive wheels. Sue will give you directions."

At the cabin Eddie had taken in two cartons and was returning for another load when Eva carrying a box of food stumbled on the top step and fell but Eddie caught her and the box.

"God you are strong," said the blonde with dark brown eyes, staring at Eddie.

"It was my pleasure holding on to you," he grinned and watched Eva lick her top lip deliberately. As she was entering the cabin, not doubt to be in hearing distance of Sue who was packing items away, "Eddie, you are welcome to call me Eva."

Sue showed Eddie to a bunkroom but said she'd sleep with her mother. "Um mum's had a quiet word... you are welcome to sleep with us if you wish but I said you would think she was too old."

"How old is she?"

"Forty-six."

"I don't think that's old. I've been with older women."

"I'll tell her that."

"What about you. What do you want?"

"I think it's fine. This will be my first time with mum if it happens but Janis and I occasionally share a guy."

Eddie looked at the brunette with her brown eyes, knowing both grandmothers were European-born. "Um Sue, this will be a new experience for me. Please tell your mum that. I'd hate to disappoint you both."

"Oh my young stallion I don't think you'll disappoint. I've heard about you."

Eddie grinned and looked bashful. Sue's breath caught and she said, "God you're gorgeous."

Well he disappointed himself. Almost two hours of foreplay was just far too much for him. 

It began as soon as he entered the main room, two minutes after Janis. Eva went straight to him, pulled up her hem and said, "Touch me lightly over my panties Eddie. That contact will tell me you're committed and perhaps will help you to relax."

They kissed as he dipped his hand and ran his palm over her mound shielded by her panties. The hair felt clipped.

"Ah," she sighed and kissed the end of his nose. "Make a jug of Martini's darling."

They sat on the old sofa, Eddie placed in the middle. It was a leather and wide, a great base on which is play around. Eddie wondered if Carl, who was engaged in a sailing regatta all weekend, liked to fuck his wife like this when they came to the cabin alone or when the daughters were asleep or doing whatever they did in the bunkroom. God, fancy those two licking and fingering one another. He knew females liked doing that, some becoming addicted to it, but until now he never met two women who did it. Er, how on earth would he know which women engaged in that kind of activity? Perhaps his mom was administered by one or even more of her talkative girlfriends. Something obviously kept them together and closely-knit. He shifted on the sofa awkwardly, holding his glass while attempting to furtively rearrange his bunched underpants to give his rising dick more room.

But sharp-eyed Eva picked out what was happening. "Sue lover boy has a stirring."

Sue giggled and gently stroked his rapidly rising bulge.

"Eddie, Sue has young wonderfully soft skin. My skin is ageing."

"That's fine Eva. I have an idea what to expect. Mrs Ricardo called me over recently on a pretext and seduced me."

"Maria, you sly bitch," Eva laughed, sounding more relaxed that ever. " I suppose she fed you the line, 'My husband doesn't understand me'?"

"Why yes, how did you know that?"

"It's one of the secrets of the Sisterhood darling," Eva said, nibbling his ear.

"Secrets? Men know women can't keep secrets."

Eva laughed and told him to believe that.

Sue with her hand now clutching the outline of Eddie's aroused dick asked, "What effect does it have on men?"

"I haven't used it Sue but am lead to believe it turns them around, capturing their interest, confusing them. And then as they begin to feel strangely sympathetic they realize there's a new pussy within reach waiting to be plucked."

Sue screamed with laughter, setting off the other two.

They fed each other grapes and small biscuits spread with Bohemian Blue cheese.

"It's hot in here," Eva said, and began pulling off Eddie's shirt. As it disappeared over the back of the sofa she looked into Eddie's eyes and said, "Give attention to Sue's boobs darling, they're larger than mine."

That was a crafty move. Eddie had become totally focused on nailing the mother he'd almost forgotten the daughter squeezing his cock. He kissed and played with Sue and she hugged and stroked him and his cock was now left for her mother to grasp and gurgle over the size of it. Eddie did what he was told and Eva continued on that evening gently issuing instructions to keep them all at peak efficiency. Eddie learned from that, realizing someone had to do it.


Learning From Women



Sue's very firm tits were upturned with adorably little pink nipples. It wasn't long under his licking and squeezing that she cried out and shuddered and when her breathing slowed why gave him soft kisses while her mother steered Eddie's fingers to her vulva, tossing her panties behind the sofa.

When Sue went off to prepare the meal of cold meat and salads, Eddie dropped to his knees and hauled Eva's legs over his shoulders and embarked on the traditional make-her-come mission. He applied his art lovingly and after leaving Eva with wet thighs and his face dripping she cooed, "You are a maestro young Eddie Major."

"Food's ready," Sue called. "Let's strip off and eat outside on the porch. "We have another half hour before the blood-seeing insects begin arriving."

Eddie had loaded his plate with sliced beef, potato salad, beetroot, tomato, pickled cucumber and lettuce and asked was there dressing for the lettuce. Sue pulled the squeeze container from behind her back and squirted it over her breasts. "There you go young man, regard these tits as a dispenser."

They carried on playfully and laughing and when he was licking dressing Eva ran a finger over Eddie's butt entrance and then slid two fingers around his balls and squeezed.

Unable to stop jerking himself off while licking the dressing off Sue's tits. Eva's squeeze caught him by surprised and heightened his sexual tension. Eddie's cock fired over Sue and as he pulled away the second stream went over the plate of quartered tomatoes and the lettuce salad.

He was mortified.

The two women fell about laughing and both had salad and tomatoes with two kinds of dressing.

The fucked on the sofa and it became almost a blur for Eddie. At one stage he recalled emptying into Eva with Sue gently squeezing his balls with her tongue tip inside his ass. It was a defining moment for the young guy becoming addicted to sex, being his first orgy.

Eva who'd been a schoolgirl competitive gymnast and these days worked as a trainer at a women's gym in which she had a third share with two male investors, remained in great shape and had amazing stamina. When Sue dragged herself to bed Eva taught Eddie to tabletop fuck, ass fuck and then performed something he'd encounter for the first and only time... she licked her clit as he strained in sweaty exhaustion to pump a pathetically small shot of semen between her swollen and very red cunt lips. By then his balls felt as they were undergoing petrification.

After cleaning up they joined Sue in bed and next morning engaged in much groping but only short bouts of real copulation, those parts of them feeling rather over-used.

That time up at the cabin had taken Eddie on a steep learning curve. Although it would never be repeated neither would it be forgotten. They returned to Sydney in mellow mood and sang songs most of the way. He noticed as they neared home Eva had transformed back into a conventional mother again and thought what else could he expect? Eva had a conventional role to play.

They'd stopped for food on the way home so Eddie greeted Cindy and Randy warmly and then sloped off to bed. Later he heard a familiar noise and worked out that it was the headboard in his parent's room rattling although rather more robustly than what they managed.

CHAPTER TWO

Sue Oldham found a new guy but Janis preferred to keep on drifting and that suited Eddie fine. They were both studying English and Australian Literature and he was taking writing as an additional major while Janis took options to assist towards a high school teaching career. They became great friends, intimate friends very often, but to Eddie's chagrin Janis was rather perfunctory when it came to sex, not like her more exciting sister. However, that was compensated many times over because due to her superior intelligence and scholarly approach Janis was a brilliant study partner for Eddie and he often paid tribute to her, feeling himself being pulled along. That taught him the usefulness in relating very closely to smart females.

In his final year at university another older woman Mrs Federica Giovanni had profound influence on Eddie. Federica, a newspaper feature writer and part-time senior lecturer in writing was considered unapproachable sexually by guys who were into notching up conquests of females as if that were something of importance and unaware of the contempt many females and some males had for them. Eddie simply regarded their quest as rather childish and wondered how many of them would go into marriage with STDs.

Federica, who's CV stated she was thirty-one and married to a civil engineer, called Eddie aside after a lecturer on the editing and said, "Eddie your notes state you favour a career as a newspaper reporter but your written comments don't appear convinced about that."

"Well yes, I've worked on a newspaper during two semester breaks and, um, found myself at odds with that career choice."

"You were less than impressed?"

"Yeah," Eddie said, looking at Federica's tits and became embarrassed when he saw her embarrassment. God, the hard-nose bitch had a slight vulnerability despite being altogether comfortable with males. Why had she picked him out to chat with?

"Um I appreciate you taking this professional interest in me."

Her smile engulfed the still impressionable young man. Christ she had the best figure of all their female lecturers and an ass when she walked away to drool over, as many guys did and females smiled softly when appraising it.

"Would you care to meet me for coffee, away from the university?"

"Are you coming on to me?"

Her face burned and she practically spat, "What has happened to your appreciative comment about professional interest?"

"Ah, my mind raced away on me again Federica... er my creative mind."

"Ah, saved by the bell," she said mysteriously. "In recognition of that my offer stands. I must talk to you at length. From your essays I perceive you have a talent of which you may not be aware."

"Me?"

Federica laughed musically at his astonishment. "I'll meet you at the Cru Bar around 4:30. I think they serve coffee -- I'd prefer a cocktail. Do you know where that is?"

"In James Street."

"Yes, so is that okay. I have a function in the city with my husband but we don't meet till 6:30."

"Great."

Eddie was already seated when Federica arrived. He saw the guys staring at her and commenting to their companions and he asked, "Are you embarrassed at the ways guys look at you?"

"I'm long used to it but this is not about me, it's about you."

She ordered a cocktail and launched into her dissertation and ended it by saying, "Well?"

"You want me to apply for the William B. Goldsmith Scholarship for Young Aspiring Novelists knowing I'm not an author?"

"Yes. Your background, your study record and university essays will be assessed along with a novel manuscript of 120,000-plus words."

"That I haven't written?"

"That you have yet to write. If you win the scholarship you will have a gratuity of sufficient generosity to keep you in food and modest lodgings for two calendar years in any location in Australia of your choice, travel to that location and at the end of your first year a return ticket back to that location after a summer break from late December."

"Wow."

"I'm prepared to help get you started. Your studies have already covered the basics of magazine writing, the novel and tweaking structures involved in novel writing. You may wish to stay in the guest house on my parent's property at weekends when it's available."

Eddie eyed the dark-eyed rough-hewn face and said softly, "Is that where you set-up with your lovers?"

"You are not without imagination Eddie Major but of course that is no surprise to me. You are not wrong but whether we become lovers depends on how you perform and how we relate. I'll still complete this mission irrespective of our relationship because I have a desire to exploit the talent within you."

"Some say it's not the captivating face or the swell of breasts or flashing thighs that is the real sexual attraction of a male to a female but something from within."

"Good boy, Sophia Loren is attributed with saying something like that."

"With you I could have all that plus something we develop from within."

"Lucky boy, yes we may. You are just twenty-two and it's time you had that kind of encounter. It will provide a romantic edge to your writing that may prove to be a rare and outstanding asset."

"You appear to possess certainty that an affair with me will soar?"

"As I said before, you are not without imagination Eddie Major."

They talked on and had two more drinks and when Federica looked at her watch for the second time in only a few minutes Eddie knew their time together was almost at an end.

"Federica, may I stroke down the inside of your thigh?"

Her response was to sit closer to him. He stroked softly from her knee, feeling the nylon and they gazed at one another. When he reached the end of the stocking top and his hand had bare skin under it he paused, and then withdrew and sat up straight, smiling.

"Why did you do that?"

"To record it to memory to recall and think about the time when I'll have you in my arms."

Federica started at him and as he watched her lips were parted by the bright tip of her tongue.

"Jesus!"

Federica smiled and stood, saying she must go. She turned at the door and waved and he waved back. His dick was pulsating and just the single exquisite foreplay to a possible future sexual encounter burnt into Eddie's brain. Never would his heroines be drawn as decorative descendants of bimbos but women of substance capable of hugely inspiring actions in the realms of deceit and manipulation as well as being very nice women to know.

When Janis arrived that evening for tandem study Eddie told her about what Federica had revealed to him, that she saw in him considerable talent as a possible novelist of merit because in her opinion his brain worked that way. He said Federica wanted him to apply for the scholarship and that involved writing a draft novel of 120,000-plus words.

Janis said she was delighted and congratulated him. "We'll still remain study partners until our final exam but this is the end of you and me dating. With only six weeks to go for the scholarship applications it's nose to the grindstone for you."

Janis pulled him on to his bed for a bang and said that could continue but she'd look for someone else.

"What should I write about?" he asked, as Janis licked his cock clean.

"Write about cunt; it's the centre of your focus."

In bed that night Eddie thought Janis was wrong that pussy was the centre of his focus. Perhaps it had been when he'd gone through a real rutting patch but his interests were expanding. He was now really big into reading and was advancing into classical music and had gone to three concerts with his mum in recent months, much to her delight. No a novel about cunt wouldn't seem right. No matter how skilfully he wrote it would be regarded as pornographic.

Eddie lay awake and he was thinking about Fitzgerald's 'The Great Gatsby' when the dining room clock struck midnight and it came to him with a rush: What endeared Australian's most after sport... great Australians from the past... the explorers, the war heroes, the politicians who were seen by the people as heroic figures and the great singers and other artists and particularly sportsmen who'd made it to the world stage. His mind reeled and began the story...

Through fog on the last day of March 1822 the ship's bells sounded midnight as the brig Britannia hove-to off Sydney heads to wait for favourable wind some hours after dawn to take the fare-paying immigrants on board up harbour to Sydney town. A quarter moon outlined the towering stone cliffs as Sarah Cavendish, one of the few passengers lining the side of the three-masted sailing vessel, smiled and whispered, "Hello Australia. You look sombre and dangerous to a young woman."

"Ohmigod, Eddie almost whooped, jumping out of bed and sitting in front of his laptop to write down what he'd just thought.

There was a noise and the bedroom door opened and his mum came in rubbing her eyes.

"I thought I heard you cry out?"

"I did," Eddie said joyfully. He was standing and had been reading what he'd written.

"For goodness sake Eddie," his mother said, catching her breath and looking at what hung down from him. "Cover up -- that's not what a mother ought to be seeing."

Eddie ignored her and sat her on the bed and sat beside her and told Patricia about a tutor recommended he attempt to become a novelist because she believed he had literary talent. He talked about the scholarship application and Patricia, always practically minded, said, "Well done. That gives you a two-year career at attempting to prove yourself. God Eddie, I can't believe how large you are down there. You're now a man."

"Thanks mum. Want to touch it?"

For once his mother remained tease-proof. "I'm very, very proud of you Eddie Major; please don't spoil it."

At the end of her lecturer on Friday afternoon as the room was clearing, Federica handed Eddie her card and said the address was on the back. "I'd like you to start preparatory work tomorrow by 7:00."

"At night?"

"In my morning you clown. My parents know you'll be there. I'll join you after visiting them. Expect me with lunch about 1:00. Take your own coffee and printer if you want to printout anything... my parents didn't become wealthy allowing other people to live off them. I'll bring my own laptop to read your copied preparation plan."

Eddie smirked. "I'll have all that stuff printed out for you. I've already started the novel, finishing chapter 5 last night."

"Oh Eddie, I am impressed. I'll reward you tomorrow if you want it."

"Yeah, providing I'm not on a writing roll."

Federica pouted and she was on to him. "No Eddie, please don't touch me. Other people are in this room."

* * *

Mid-morning Caterina Mecca arrived at the summerhouse with morning tea and a few steps behind was her quiet husband Rocco. Well with Katrina talking like the clappers is was difficult for a guy to get a word in.

At one stage Caterina said, "You are too young for my daughter yes?"

"Yes but it doesn't matter," Eddie said, attempting to bluff his way out to ease her disapproval. "I'm her literary protégé and that is bigger than anything else, eh?"

But the move failed; Caterina wasn't falling for that one. Eddie took the plunge, "You are very lucky to have a naughty daughter like Federica -- it fires her spirit and she gets what she wants, but of course you know that?"

"Hmmmm. My Federica said you were a very clever young man. Now eat up, I didn't make these foccacia bread sandwiches and peach muffins to go stale. Eat up Rocco."

"Yes dear."

"You will sleep tonight here with Federica? Her husband Ross has gone fishing."

"I will be delighted if she invites me to stay Caterina."

"Ah she will. I'd stay myself if I didn't have Rocco."

"You have to excuse my wife young man, she... she..."

"Pretends to be promiscuous?"

"Ah yes, exactly. But our youngest child doesn't know what pretending is."

Caterina said her husband meant their daughter went beyond flirting.

He responded smoothly, "I admire Federica and have immense respect for her."

The couple in their early sixties looked at Eddie and smiled approvingly.

It was almost 2:00 when Federica yelled 'Hello the house!" as she approached. 

Eddie, dressed only in white baggy shorts went running to her.

"Oh my dear Eddie, your look rakish."

He grinned and took one of handles of the hamper she was carrying. "One meaning of a rake is a womaniser."

Federica giggled, eyes flashing. She was wearing a white sundress and white headband and sandals and Eddie could tell by the wobble she was braless or the dress offered inadequate built-in support.

Inside the house he kissed her.

"Oh I thought you didn't like me enough to kiss me?"

Eddie coloured. "I adore you. I just thought I shouldn't kiss you out in the open where perhaps we might have been in view of your parents."

"Oh darling. Mom's already told me you are staying the night to sleep with me?"

"Yes your parents arrived with morning coffee. But in reply to your mother's question I said I would stay the night if you invited me and I made no suggestion of sleeping with you."

"Well that's just mother. She likes good things to happen to me. Please open the wine why I serve the chicken salad."

Sipping the Shiraz, Eddie asked, "Do you have an addiction for young men?"

Federica fended asking why one earth was he asking that and Eddie said one of his mom's friends was suspected at such an addiction and as most of Federica's students were younger than she was she would be in a position to exploit her sexual preferences.

"So just because there is an age gap between us of nine years you think that's my interest in you?"

"Not your primary interest. I believe you see potential in me as a senior student and you wish to push me academically to accelerate my progress and see if I have what you suspect. That is you just being professionally supportive. But they fact you have me working from this summer house provides a possible bonus for you... so do you have the addiction I have spoken about." 

Federica was in no hurry to reply, eating some salad and sipping wine while staring at him. "As I suspected, you have a virile mind when it comes to story setting and possible intrigued."

"Stall as much as you wish. In fact don't satisfy my curiosity."

Federica touched her hair a little nervously. "Until now I had no idea I could be acquiring addiction status with my extracurricular passion. I had expected to give up my interest in other men on my marriage but that didn't happen. I married an older man and love him in the sense I find him the near-perfection companion and it was almost five months after the wedding before I hunted down another man, a younger man. I liked younger men and had done so for years because they put 100% into sex, at least most of them do and I suppose being with young men makes me feel younger. To be truthful I found younger men pose fewer complications for me than older men. If you think I'm addicted then I'm addicted."

"No, it doesn't matter what I think. Really it's none of my business. But I do want to have sex with you. I think you are gorgeous."

"Is that so? And what do you think about my possible attraction to you?"

Eddie had anticipated she might ask that. "There's this potential thing you've talked to me about and that deepened your awareness that I had sexual appeal to you. Some men, much like women, have what it takes to attract a member of the opposite sex without any or perhaps very little work to create the buzz. I believe from what has been happening to me that I have something of what it takes."

"A surprisingly frank and analytical answer without loss of modesty. Congratulations."

"Will we fuck tonight?"

"Yes. But first to work. Download what you have written to date to this memory stick while I clear away."

* * *

Maria Ricardo who lived opposite the Major's home looked at her daughter Frances Bolt and said she looked frazzled.

"Yes, setting clients up for their summer holidays puts us under pressure and as branch manger I have to deal with the fallout over changes of plans, cancellations and foul-ups by travel agencies at the other end, tour companies and so on. But there are also the people with thanks for when things go right and our office has put so many bookings through the Sheraton in Fiji that I've been given a complimentary week's stay in a beachfront suite with air travel paid."

"How lovely."

"Indeed but Richard won't go with me saying he's had enough of Fiji so I called around to find if you and dad will come with me. You'll only have to pay one return airfare and..."




Learning From Women



"No thank you dear. Fiji is too hot for your father and me. You took us there five years ago, remember?"

"Oh. Well I'll suppose I can find a girl friend to go with me.'

Maria had a sudden thought and asked, "Darling, do you have extramarital affairs?"

"Mom you can't ask me such a thing."

"Come on darling, own up."

"Well since I need you to mind the children when I'm away I'll admit to a couple or so."

"Good."

"Good, you ought to be giving my a lecture?"

"Darling that big shouldered curly-haired son of Patricia Major is in his final year of university. I'll bet he'll take a week off university to go to Fiji with you if I ask him."

"What, he's only twenty or twenty-one."

"Twenty-three, so there's just a little gap in ages."

"Yeah, ten years."

"Oh darling, think of those hot nights and days being fucked near-senseless in tropical paradise by your toy boy."

"Oh yummy mummy," Frances shrieked in laughter. "I'd love it but no way. I'm going to drinks with the girls on Friday night so will ask around. With luck one of them might be grateful enough to give me a lick or two."

They laughed when Maria said, "You filthy bitch."

Next day Frances looked up to a soft rap on her glass partition of her cubicle, on the mezzanine floor of the travel agency where she could look down at her personnel and their clients.

She gave a start, recognise the smile as the kid from across the street. "Come in Eddie. We haven't spoken for a long time."

"Probably not since your wedding. That was a great affair."

"I think you were carried out, drunk."

"Yeah, I said it was a great affair. You mom asked me to call saying you had a task you wished to discuss with me."

Frances swallowed. Actually he looked quite okay and with a bit of wishful thinking they might look roughly the same age, especially with sunglasses on. Yeah. "Please sit Eddie. This is mom's idea and you might think its preposterous and even insulting but I need a companion to travel with me in a fortnight to Fiji -- all expenses paid. Being female I have no wish to travel alone and become the target of predatory males."

"Why not, it might to fun?"

"Eddie!"

"Oh sorry. Yeah I'll go with you providing I can sleep with you."

Frances throat seemed to close and she croaked, "I guess that can be arranged."

"And you'll want me to say nothing about this arrangement to anyone, including your parents and my parents?"

"Oh Eddie, you are brilliant." 

They sat and talked about details and Eddie was asked to bring in his passport for Frances to check.

* * *

Eddie told Federica he'd be away for two weekends and she had no problem with that. The manuscript was progressing well and she loaned Eddie her university-owned electronic notebook to take away with him in case he felt inclined to continue his novel. She didn't ask him where he was going.

Sex and for that matter cohabitation with Federica had been rather disappointing. Her interest in him evaporated each time they had sex as if she no longer had any use for him but she returned for more. Eddie believed she was 'laidback mechanical' and he was now using his time with Sue Oldham as his yardstick, having tried his best to give her the best part of a yard he possessed and Sue had responded brilliantly. Against Sue all others would be judged and to boot she was and exceedingly gracious and interesting person to know.

Eddie's disappointment in Federica had been massive. He'd expected her to enjoy foreplay and to lay her head on his chest afterwards and participate in what writer's called 'sweet nothings' But no, when they did it for the first time lay on the sofa and pulled up her hem and said, 'Feed it into me darling', not requiring to be warmed up and then as Eddie perform not being particularly active and didn't appear to be really involved. As soon as she cleaned up she wandered off to make phone calls. Although hugely dissatisfied Eddie decided to continue and play it her way because with him writing he really was Federica's protégé. If he succeeded she would gain credit for her encouragement and building self-belief in the young writer.

* * *

Frances met Eddie inside the secure area for departing passengers, not wanting to be seen with him with the wider public watching on.

She was uptight, very uptight and attempting to hide behind very large and dark sunglasses. Eddie guessed what she was doing and went up to her and said, "Hi Frances?"

She jumped and asked how the hell had he recognized her.

"By your tits, they are classic, by far the best around here."

Frances gurgled and allowed him to kiss her but when she attempted to pull away Eddie held firm and she gradually relaxed and increased the power of her kissing, murmuring, "What the hell. If I'm recognized I may as be recognized for entering the spirit of my indiscretion. At that she pushed her groin into Eddie's." 

They flew out of Brisbane and landed in Fiji at 9:00 in the evening, becoming very conscious of the steamy air. After a short trip they were delivered to their one-bedroom villa fronting the lagoon pool at the Sheraton Denarau and given complimentary tickets for three meals at any restaurant at the Sheraton Resort for seven days and four complimentary massages at the spa.

In the bedroom Frances said a little uncertainly, "Eddie, I'm ten years older than you." 

"Thank god you are not younger. My fetish is older women. Show them to me Frances."

As if mesmerized she pulled off her top and removed her bra.

"Great, I love them. Please don't wear a bra while we here unless you think its necessary."

"They hang."

"Good, I love it."

From that moment Frances just loved that boy. They went to dinner, choosing the Flying Fish. With difficulty Eddie persuaded her to leave the room without wearing sunglasses.

Frances was all over him when they returned to their room after midnight and they engaged in the best sixty-nine Eddie had experienced. She was absolutely awesome, making him almost jump out of his skin. They finished with a slow and sweet Missionary and as they fell apart to sleep Eddie blew her mind when he said, "Frances, I hope I find someone to marry who is very like you in manner and sexy expertise."

She cried and Eddie hugged her and asked what was the matter. "I love you Eddie," she sobbed. She was of course rather drunk.

During the week Frances told Eddie he was so wonderful for her that she was losing some of her inhibitions. He taught her to become confident swimming with a snorkel and they went out on a safari to Mana Island where the snorkelling was wonderful. They rested up and Frances asked him what he intended to do when her left university.

"To become an action-adventure novelist."

"Oooh."

"Frances can you talk to me all the remainder of our time together about what women think when they are alone, what they fear and what they love most and how they want men to interrelate with them. Your own thoughts and the thoughts you recall receiving from other women is all I ask. It doesn't have to be profound -- I just want to write like a woman thinking when I write about the thoughts of a woman."

Frances knew she was having one of the best holidays of her life so she gave the information Eddie wanted as it came to her. For three nights they teamed with three older sisters from England and New Zealand, having gone on a day cruise with them and Frances encourage them to help in educating Eddie about how women think and what they desired from men... er covering all aspects. As the wine flowed the restraints dropped and some of the comments became very bodacious. 

On the flight back to Brisbane Frances told Eddie it had been a great time away from the office for her. "And I loved the sex and I almost wet myself the first time I saw the size of your donger. But above all you were such a perfect companion for me, sharing in the things I wanted to do, responding whenever I mentioned I was hungry or tired. Have you fucked my mother?"

Eddie felt as if the aircraft had hit an air pocket and dropped a thousand feet. How the hell could he answer that question? Frances could strangle her mom.

"Are you mad. Could you imagine me doing that? She's ancient."

"It's just I've been thinking, why on earth would she recommend I holiday with you?"

"Um you told me you wanted a friendly companion to stave off unwelcomed advances. Perhaps she thought like that too, what with me being the closest guy available and your mum perhaps thinking I could duck out of university study for a week."

"Oh yes, availability at such short notice. That's credible."

Desperate to change the subject, Eddie asked, "Do you want to go to a toilet and I'll follow you in to initiate you into the Mile High Club?"

"God, you filthy little toad. No... regrettably we had our last one this morning Eddie."

Although they never fucked again, for many years Frances would act as Eddie's travel consultant.

Federica called him next day, knowing he was to arrive back late on Saturday.

"Did you have a lovely time?"

"Yes great, plenty of action and I befriended an older woman for research purposes."

There was disbelief in Federica's voice when she said, "Research purposes?"

"Yes, well I did have sex with her a couple of times but she talked to me for hours and hours about what I wanted to know...how women think and how they expect men to behave."

"Well, I must admit if you keep on which such research it will assist you as a novelist. How many chapters did you write?"

"Er, sorry Federica, only five and a half."

"How many times did you say you fucked that woman?"

"It may have been more than twice."

"I bet. I want you to meet me for lunch tomorrow at the Point Restaurant at 12:30 to introduce you to a literary agent's daughter Molly Brooke who acts as her father's assessor. When meeting a former student the other evening who is in non-fiction publishing I explained I was looking for a good agent for a new-start author and she recommended Molly's father Marco. Molly has read the eleven chapters I'd lightly edited and you corrected and she said she was impressed. I didn't find that surprising. The scholarship submission requires only a manuscript whether or not it has been published. I thought we may as well get your first novel on the road to publication."

"That's amazing -- your confidence goes deeper that what I'd thought."

"Well don't allow this to go to your head but Molly's father read the first four chapters and told Molly to interview you. His opinion is your work is publishable; probably the UK would be his first preference -- America later if sales take off. With that promising appraisal I'd say you'd be a front-runner for that scholarship. Just make sure your university work keeps up to scratch."

"Federica, I don't know what to say."

"Just a thank you will do until we meet at the summer house this weekend. My husband is away fishing again this weekend. I suspect he's having an affair."

"Damn."

"It's okay but I would prefer not to lose him."

"Right and thank you again. Who pays for tomorrow's lunch -- do we all split?"

"No, leave Molly to pick up the bill. She suggested lunch rather than meet at her office. I think she wants to see you in a social situation. Twenty-three is considered young for an author. While teenagers and kids have been published such cases are not usual."

* * *

Federica looked up at a pretty tanned ash-blonde entering the restaurant and said to Eddie, "That's Molly."

Eddie had been expecting a dumpy brunette with glasses and a sharp manner... he had no idea why; he must have been in negative thought at the time, slighted that he was to meet a scout instead of the principal. He stood and was surprised once more -- Molly was almost as tall as he was at six-two. She smiled at him and said "Hi, I'm Molly" and looked away immediately to smile glowingly at Federica and say, "Good afternoon Mrs Giovanni. I remember you from a couple of lecturers you gave us. I graduated with my masters in English Lit two years ago." 

Aha thought Eddie, a baby face but probably she would give him two or three years in age.

"I'm sorry Molly... so many classes... so many students."

"Of course you won't remember me," Molly giggled. "I did nothing to distinguish myself but in one presentation you did telling us about our greatest fear... the difficulty of securing employment outside of education. But then you went on to inspire us, urging us to develop skills in critical reasoning and analysis, upskill in IT and show a strong independent focus. Then you smiled encouraging and said do that and lo! Awaiting for us will be opportunities in areas which have traditionally attracted English Literature graduates include advertising, marketing and PR work, arts administration, library and information management, the legal profession, editing and publishing, journalism and other areas of the media. You left me with the impression a whole world of opportunities awaited me."

"You remember all that?" Federica said in awe. "It sounded rather too fulsome and off pat for me."

"Well I refined it I guess and have committed it to memory. I have been invited to several high schools to be one of the speakers on Career's Day. Apparently as I have worked in IT with a PR firm and now with my father I am regarded as a recent post-graduate success."

"You certainly are Molly," Federica said.

"Thank you and now about drinks; this meeting is on my father. I have been sent to check out your maturity and work disciplines Eddie."

"No worries," Eddie said but his confidence dropped a couple of pegs when his assessor said, "That is encouraging to hear but we have been led down before by young people unsure of their priorities and vision."

"Good for you Molly," Federica smiled. "This manuscript is being prepared as a submission for Eddie's application for the William B. Goldsmith Scholarship. Your involvement as an assessor is fortuitous but not by accident. I believe your stringent examination will be a useful forerunner for Eddie for when he appears before the scholarship assessment board."

"So I'm being used?" Molly said as the light white wine was being poured, not losing her smile.

Federica said only in a manner of speaking. Eddie had three weeks to finish his novel and she believed it had the feel of commercial success. "In no way does the scholarship application affect what your father does commercially with his copy of the manuscript. The rules of the scholarship application specify a manuscript of a novel whether or not published."

"Federica is running both programmes for me concurrently," Eddie explained. "I am her protégé for her academic purpose."

Molly watched as Federica looked sharply at Eddie. "Who told you that?"

"Males have brains as well as females Federica. It wasn't difficult to work out that although you took an interest in me because you saw special potential in me and you expected me to stroke your ego, there had to be more than that involved. My guess is you want one major success behind you before you apply for a fulltime senior lecturer position in English Lit. It also explains why you've had three papers published this year on aspects of the widening career paths for English Lit in the 21st Century."

"Who told you that, who have you been talking to?"

"Does it matter?" Molly giggled. "Be happy Eddie here is not a dumb-ass male with tunnel vision."

Federica joined the laughter and regained her humour.

From then on the conversations were wide-ranging interspersed with questions from Molly about Eddie's writing schedule, how he relaxed, his research methods, how well was he read in his genre of action adventure (since he turned twelve) and other probes apparently aimed at discovery about his focus on a career as a professional writer.

"What about experiences with women Eddie, I mean sexually?"

"I get my share."

The women laughed.

Molly said she meant was he limited to the sweet girl next door or had his experiences been wide-ranging?

"Molly," Federica said. "I can personally and confidentially state I found no lack of experience being involved with Eddie."

Eddie coloured, dropping his gaze but he heard Molly giggle.

They separated, Eddie taking the ferry to his university campus at St Lucia.

* * *

Eddie was working on his novel after dinner when he took a call.

"Hi Eddie, it's Molly."

"Oh hi, thanks for giving me your time today."

"No problem, it's my job but thanks for being polite. I'm not far from you, leaving the home of one of my girlfriends. I wondered if you'd like to join me for a drink."

Eddie laughed easily. Funny he'd not noticed much about Molly apart from her extremely light blonde hair what was cut short and combed forward. Perhaps that was because her height surprised him? He struggled unsuccessfully to recall when had he never taken in a woman's waistline, legs and breasts. This was amazing. How would he recognize Molly if he went somewhere to meet her? Tall and light blonde? Oh yeah.

"Um is this a test to see whether you can lure me away from writing?"

She giggled. He liked the giggle. "No, I have already given my father my written assessment."

"Was it favourable from my perspective?"

"What an explicit question. I have to reply very favourable indeed."

Eddie threw to baited hook. "My parents have gone to a movie. Would you care to come over here?"

"I'd love to; give me directions."

Eddie ran out when he heard Molly arrive and opening her car door for her saw she had very long legs... very long and shapely legs. He was wondering about a kiss when she kissed him.

"I er didn't know whether to do that."

"It's just a greeting."

"Oh?"

Molly smiled. "You may kiss me properly if you like."

They kissed softly, neither in a hurry to end it.

And then as they broke away, she asked looking at him steadily, "Are you promiscuous Eddie?"

"I often don't back off if that's what you mean?"

"So you choose with care?"

"As much care as could be considered reasonable. I'll be honest with you Molly. I'm not long back from a week in Fiji. A married woman on the advice of her mother took me as her toy boy."

Molly's initial frown dissolved into a smile. "Ohmigod, with experiences like that you ought to write romance with depth."

"That daughter used to baby-sit me in her youth."

"Well that puts a little air of propriety to it I guess."

"But you disapprove?"

"I'm afraid your confession if I could call it that caught me by surprise. I don't know what to think. I still can't understand why you told me."

"I didn't want you mislead about my character although that's the only grey spot, er black spot, on it."

Molly said, "Obviously I have impressed you?"

"Yes."

"And you were surprised I called you and then even more surprised when I agreed to call over?"

"Yes, most surprised but I hasten to say the approach neither rang my alarm bells nor gave me the expectation of sex... I was left stymied."

"Stymied, is that a less than usual experience with you?"

"Um I normally assess females very quickly and after I left you after lunch I was mystified that my computer-like appraisal hadn't really picked up on your apart from hair colour and height. I guess I had been expecting a studious looking plain woman short and... um."

"Fat?"

"Er yes. It was just expectation."

"So you weren't aware of my legs, ass and breasts?

"Ah not ass... um waist."

"Ohmigod, you look at waist ahead of ass -- why?"

"Um, real curves suggest a real woman so I look for the narrow waist."

"Ohmigod, you lecherous asshole."

"Sorry."

"No it's okay. It makes you appear um a little more discerning. Christ, now you have got me saying um."

"Perhaps a drink would help?"




Learning From Women



"Yes please, coffee. I've had two wines and will be driving so that's my limit. Show me where you write."

They took their coffee into the big bedroom.

She looked around and said he was tidy for a guy.

"Well I spend quite a lot of time in here and the truth is mum keeps everything tidy."

Molly stared at him and asked, "Do you have condoms?"

"Yes."

She began undressing and asked, "Well undress and put one on when we are about to do it."

Molly turned out to be one of those women who liked foreplay... little kisses, gentle stroking, only one finger inserted and she preferred to kiss a cock and just lick the head but not to suck it.

"Ohmigod," she shrieked when she'd seen the size on offer. That's not going up my ass."

Eddie muttered incomprehensibly, uncertain whether it would be accepted anywhere. But Molly actually wanted it and rolled on the condom for him. It was such a tight fit and so slow progressing up her cunt and she kept gasping and blowing hot breath over him. Eddie had a struggle to keep it up hard in such slow-motion action. But he worked her into a screaming climax and he pulled out and sprayed over her belly and smallish tits. She liked that and rubbed the stringy deposits into her skin and thanked him for not misbehaving.

Blast, she was a control freak but Eddie learned from that. They dated for three months and she finished it the night after her father received advice that Eddie's novel would be published in England in the coming March. 

"I'm leaving you tonight," Molly said, breathing heavily and rubbing in semen. "You have appeared before the scholarship assessment board and now it's time for you to concentrate on studying for your finals. It's also time I found another guy, hopefully with a smaller cock. I don't wish to go steady with a guy because I'm not aiming to settle down until I'm thirty."

"You make a lot of sense in saying that. I'll miss you."

Molly was quite shocked. "Aren't you going to plead for me to stay on with you or at least visit you occasionally?"

"No. I agree with you our time together has reached it's natural end."

They went out to dinner and promised to keep in touch.

* * *

Three weeks after Eddie graduated with this BA in Arts (English Lit and writing majors) Federica called him early morning and said congratulations.

"You were at the capping and congratulated me then."

"No you idiot, you have won the scholarship and the award will be announced in the media later today. Expect a call from the administration any time soon and visits by the media. I was told the judges had some difficulty but decided your completed manuscript was truly an Australian novel and you'd said in your interview that you were keen to write fact-fiction about some of Australia's early heroes and that gave you an edge."

"Well thank you and I mean it Federica, from the bottoms of my shoes. You showed me the way and then nurtured me."

"I appreciate that. A bunch of us are meeting at White's restaurant to help you celebrate. Be there at 7:30 and I've arranged for us to sleep at the summerhouse for possibly our final time together, although it has been quite some time since we've done it. So do you still intend setting up at your maternal grandparents' orchard in Renmark, South Australia?"

"Yeah, mum says they have rarely seen me and she told me I was crazy establishing at Alice Springs out the back of nowhere and my grandparents are pleased to host me."

CHAPTER 3

Eddie stood on the porch of the old brick and sandstone house and looked at orange trees by the hundreds. 

"So this is where mum grew up grandma?"

"Yes," said Annie Lorant, eyeing her oldest and favourite grandchild simply because he'd been the first of eleven to arrive. "Henry and I also have two other daughters and two sons." 

"Of course. They are all younger than mum aren't they?"

"Yes."

"I think this is a beautiful location."

"Henry and I are so proud of you winning that national scholarship. Your Aunt Joan sent us a clipping from her newspaper in Adelaide of you receiving the award. As I said we were to have lunch with her today but she had to go to Port Lincoln with Daryl."

"That's okay. However I aim to catch up with my relatives in South Australia."

"Well you will as almost everyone will be here next July for Henry's 75th birthday."

"Oh is that why you are looking so old grandpa?"

"You cheeky pup," smiled Henry, a guy of few words.

"We have a lass from Scotland who lives with us,  Fiona Macdonald from Sterling. She's become very lonely so if you two become close Henry and I have no problem with that."

"No chance of that, with red hair and freckles." Eddie grinned, thinking of two Scottish-born girls he knew in Brisbane.

"Why yes, how did you know that?"

"An intelligent guess."

"Ah yes. I think you will be keeping us on our toes."

"What does this woman Fiona do?"

"She came here as a tourist. Her mother had remarried and she found her stepfather, shall we say, was a threat to her. So she decided to try to get Australia residency if she could find specialist work. She advertised for accommodation and we took her in, a condition being Fiona helps me with my housework. She found work not a mile from here in plant propagation. She has a degree in horticulture."

Henry grinned. "You look surprised. Women from Scotland are probably higher educated that women in this country."

"I wouldn't know about that," Eddie said. "What kind of degree does she possess?"

"She has a master's in genetics and plant science."

Eddie couldn't believe it, a woman that qualified doing his grandmother's housework.

"You look surprised that Fiona does housework for me," said Annie. "Well let me tell you she highly regards our kindness to her and making her feel at home. She regards Henry and me as family. Perhaps you will find her attractive enough to romance her. You've come here to write one or two romance novels, haven't you?"

"Mum should have said action-adventure novels."

"What without romance?"

"Um no grandma. If they lacked full-on romance I'd probably find no one willing to published them."

"And I'd applaud that young man. Without romance they'd be dry as a bone."

"Where's Wonder Woman?"

"If you mean Fiona she will return late tonight. She went to Melbourne with two girlfriends on Saturday morning to a concert. That's a little over 800 miles for the round trip."

"Gee, that's a big trip to a concert. Girl's can do anything these days eh grandma?"

Annie grinned and reached up and patted Eddie's brown curls.

* * *

Eddie dimly heard the female voice with scarcely any accent say, "Are we awake Mr Major?"

We? Oh to be so lucky. He lifted up and grinned and said hi to the woman with a shiny freckled face and wearing a thick gown and with a white towel around her head.

"You must excuse me. I'm out of the shower after only four hour's sleep. I'm Fiona."

"I've heard you had a very big weekend. Please call me Eddie."

"Not Edward."

"My friends began calling my Eddie when I was four so Eddie I became."

"Ohmigod, you are naked -- please keep the covers on."

"Do you look good when you are naked Fiona?"

She looked at the floor handing him a cup of coffee. "Is that a proper question to be asking me?"

"It's rather academic because I won't receive the spontaneous reply I hoped for."

Fiona pulled her gown open and said, "Perhaps a reply is unnecessary." 

Eddie cringed feeling like he'd assumed the title of the nation's Number One asshole. His only chance was to remain light hearted. "Fiona thank you. That was the most wonderful and memorable way a woman has ever introduced herself to me. You are just the sweetest lady and thank you for showing me your all. I'll keep my big mouth shut in future."

"No it's fine. Your grandmother is expecting me to have an affair with you. I thought that could be weeks away but since you gave me an opportunity to be proactive I took it. I must fly because I have work to do before I leave to get to the nursery by 7:30."

"I've enjoyed meeting you Fiona. Thanks for the coffee."

Eddie lay low until he heard Fiona shout goodbye to his grandmother and then heard the sound of a motorbike but would later find Fiona rode an aged AWD quad bike retired from orchard work. He couldn't believe Fiona had flashed for him on their first encounter -- a very long flash. There had been no sign of red hair or any hair for that matter. This had been nothing like he'd expected: Fiona appeared to be as strong-minded, over-weight and not particularly attractive. What was happening to him? He felt homesick already.

* * * 

After breakfast Henry took Eddie to the old packing shed, no longer used because the irrigated-grown oranges were trucked in bulk on contract to a big company's packing depot that took care of grading and marketing. 

"These days we are just growers, a cog in the process," Henry grumbled, forgetting about marketing problems in the past. They climbed the steep stairway.

"We don't use this office any more so had it lined and extended with the addition of a shower and toilet for you, completely redecorated and the lighting improved."

"Granddad, this is amazing," Eddie gaped. 

The work had been completed to a high standard but he was looking beyond the newly installed big picture window to an impressive view of orchards and occasional dwellings and outbuildings that stretched for miles. Staring out of that window would incite the mind of any writer.

"What are you going to write about son?"

"Undecided yet grandpa although I have ideas chewing in my head."

"But based on history."

"Yes."

"This area is rich in history."

"I know; that was the second reason my mother gave me to encourage me to come here. It's the oldest irrigated area in Australia."

"Aye and what was the first thing that convinced you?"

"Mom said you and grandma were the only two people she knew of who'd love me to stay with them for two years."

Henry laughed and nodded. "We see a lot of your mother in Fiona -- not your mother you know but when she was young and lived here growing up wild. Have you read 'The Grapes of Wrath?"

"Yes when I was sixteen and my studies at university included John Steinbeck."

"Your grandmother and I have different reading tastes but during the two years we were courting we read that novel together, laying under the trees on a blanket. Young couples of your generation don't court for two years and what you do on a blanket under trees is nothing like reading to one another aloud and slowly amid the sounds of birds, bees buzzing overhead and the noise of distant tractors."

The image gripped Eddie.

"Your grandma thinks you should think of 'The Grapes of Wrath' and do something like that in this setting."

"Oh yeah," Eddie grinned. "and has grandma suggested a title?"

"Yeah," Henry said, shuffling slightly. "It's a bit girly...'Love Amid Oranges'."

"Good one," Eddie smiled and looked out at hundreds and hundreds of orange trees, heart pounding.

Eddie heard Fiona arrive just after 4:00 and was surprised he felt no interest; she had a pussy didn't she and had shown it to him? His indifference made him curious. He hadn't had sex for eight days... was he into his twilight years, still two months short of his 24th birthday? He didn't believe that... when he was seventy-four perhaps!

He worked on, preparing a plot and smiled, relieved, when he thought Fiona had nice tits.

Eddie heard a gong at 7:00. Annie had said at lunchtime Fiona would bang the gong at 7:00 warning everyone to wash-up and be seated at 7:15. He'd asked his grandma what she did all day and his grandma replied she worked every other day for most of the day at the town library, repairing books, registering new books and de-registering books withdrawn from circulation.

"You should come with me tomorrow and look around the town and the library. We are rich in historical resources. You'll need to research before you write your oranges novel."

"Er gran, I'm not sure..."

"Just tell him. Start the story Henry."

Swallowing a gulp of chilled red grape juice, Henry began... 

"My father Joseph Lorant arrived in Australia in 1896 from Hungary as an orphan, aged two and in the care of an aged great-aunt. They came here to Renmark where his uncle Karl worked on a riverboat. Karl was married with four children but when his sister and husband died in a climbing accident he wrote for Joseph to be brought to him..."

The story unfolded, holding Eddie's interest, particularly so when Henry reached the part of his birth....

"My father had never married, having no trouble finding women ranging from maidens to those seeking a husband to married ones not content being in the rigidity of marriage. But that changed one day when my mother's father Stephen Wilshire caught Joseph seducing her under an orange tree. There was hell to play. You see my father was forty-four and my mother Hope had just turned nineteen. Her father and his two brawny brothers were set to take my father, already trussed up, gagged and with a sugar bag tied over his head, to the river and weight him down with a bag of bricks. Fortunately for my father Hope pleaded to her mother and her two older sisters. The four women forced the men to back-off, freed my father and declared there would be a marriage. Faced by angry women brandishing pitch forks and a shotgun Hope's father agreed when Hope declared that's what she wanted."

Annie said, "You see Eddie, your grandfather and I am suggesting you write a novel based on that story. Joseph and Hope had the one child who was Henry and I was the youngest of three children of Hope's oldest sister who held the shotgun on her father on that harrowing day."

"So granddad and you are first cousins and your mothers, being sisters, were connected to that incident?"

"Yes. Quite a complicated plot don't you think?"

"It sure is. Um history. Do you have photos and letters and documents?"

"They are at the end of the wine cellar, several cartons of them."

Eddie leaned over and hugged Annie. "You're a little beaut grandma."

"So you will write a novel about Joseph and Hope?"

"I think so, a novel based strongly on fact."

"And name it 'Love Amid Oranges'?"

"Probably my working title will be 'Love Under the Orange Tree'."

"Oh I think that's the better title."

Eddie came up behind Fiona in the kitchen and cupped her breasts. He was pleased to feel they were very firm. She turned her head to be kissed and he kissed her gently on the lips.

"I would think you are an artful seducer."

"Artful can suggest deceitfulness. I seduce with integrity in my intent and hopefully the action on both sides becomes swept up in passion."

"Oooh."

"May we kiss every time we greet if we remain friendly... er like a close brother and sister if you wish?"

"Yes but do not regard that as a softening up process towards seduction. I only submit to seduction when I'm comfortable at being in such a position with a man."

"Of course."

"Please sit at the table with your grandparents. I'm ready to bring in the food."

Eddie walked out thinking she hadn't given him opportunity to state which positions she preferred in being with a man who she trusted and when she said yes did that mean yes they should kiss each time they greeted one another or did she mean yes like a close brother and sister or did she mean both? Possibly she knew what she meant and expected him to also know. That was why women could be so difficult to understand at times. He began to think of her tits, having had them in his palms.

When Fiona was seated and Henry began serving the casseroled chicken as the diners handed him their plate in turn before serving themselves vegetables, Annie told Fiona, "Eddie has as good as said he'll write a novel based on Joseph and Hope."

"Oh I'm delighted to hear that. Have you mentioned Mrs Charles?"

"Not yet. There is so much to tell him. Eddie Mrs Charles lives in town with her youngest daughter and family. Mrs Charles was a flower girl aged twelve at Hope and Joseph's wedding and after Joseph was killed several years later by a kick to the head in the flooded Murray attempting to rescue a horse Mrs Charles lived with Hope until her own marriage when she was thirty-four. She has a wonderful memory and has photos and memorabilia from those times."

"Oh god, I don't believe this," Eddie said, looking half-stunned.

Sipping red wine Henry said, "This chicken dish is delicious Fiona. Well done." And equally as casually he said, "After my father's death my mother supported us on the small payment Amelia Charles or Amelia Hastings as she was then provided for her room. It was common knowledge in the town my mother raised a good level of income from being the most highly paid prostitute in the district. Men had high regard for her and for her bedroom expertise and yet the community in general had high regard for her because she was such a fine example of a mother and homemaker."

"Are you telling me this because you wish me to exploit that side of the story?"

"Your mother said you were a bright boy Eddie."

"God, I can't believe I'm hearing straight."

Later when drinking with Eddie, Fiona put down her wine glass. "Your grandparents and I talked through the various issues including that one about how his mother supported the family pending your arrival Eddie. Henry led the charge, saying it must not be buried away, that it's part of family history."

"You call my granddad Henry?"

"Yes and that was Annie's suggestion. They said I had become like a daughter to them but it didn't seem right for me to call them mom and dad."

Eddie nodded. "The truth is Fiona I have only been here twice before and my grandparents have visited us in Brisbane once so I cannot say I know a great deal about them apart from mom speaking about growing up here like a tom boy. But already on this visit I'm finding my grandparents don't think like old people."

"They are orchardists, that's why," Fiona said. "Like farmers orchardists have to think both conservatively and progressively. It's a requirement of the business they are in. By the time this is over you'll be a mine of information about your grandparents and their parents."

"Yes of course. I have the feeling this sojourn is going to be one of the most influential periods of my life."

Eddie helped Fiona clear away. His grandparents wandered off to watch TV.

"You don't have to help."

"I want too be with you. I'm attracted to you."

"That is the way with men. Have you thought of reading?" she grinned. She sighted his dropped bottom lip and cheered him by saying, "Do you wish to have a couple of drinks with me and my girlfriends Carole and Gina on Wednesday late afternoon?"

"Are they the women you went to Melbourne for that concert?"

"Yes."

"Will they mind if I accompany you?"

"No."

"Okay, it's a date."

"It's an invitation to join three women socially Eddie, not a date. My two friends will be interested in you."

And there were, especially the lively brunette Gina, who worked as an assistant to her mom who was a self-employed physiotherapist. The extremely attractive Carole was a schoolteacher. By the end of the rather pleasant couple of hours chatting over drinks Eddie had the clear impression Gina was the ringleader.

"What did you think of my friends?" Fiona asked, driving Eddie home in Henry's old Holden sedan.

"You all were excellent company and a well-balanced group. You are the intellectual one, Gina steers you guys along and Carole steers you guys back into feminine conversation when conversation loses its way."

"Oh yes, when we diverted from you to talk about movie stars and fashion it must have been boring for you?"

"No, I've spent most of my life in feminine company. I was never one to run with the guys."




Learning From Women



"Well you were very kind with your comments about my best friends, in fact it was an intelligent and accurate assessment. Gina found it difficult to keep her eyes off you."

"Did she? She may be like that with other men."

Fiona changed the conversation.

* * *

For three weeks Fiona held Eddie away, not that he was pressing hard because he suspected that wouldn't work. He began to wonder if she'd lost interest in sex or perhaps she only did it with Scots around her age, guys that she fancied.

Annie had given Eddie one of the sofas from the billiards parlour as she called it for his office and later sent Henry up with a coffee table and she arrived with a vase of flowers. Fiona cleaned his study twice a week and changed the flowers. He went to town often, using Henry's quad bike that was registered and licensed for full road usage. He visited several historic sites and places holding archives as part of his research and Fiona joined him on Saturdays to assist searching records. They seemed to have become more chummy than ever but did not touch, apart from their customary kiss of greeting.

Towards the end of that third week Eddie was horrified to conclude that he'd become focused on fucking Fiona. He didn't wish to be motivated like that, making him almost as bad as her stepfather. So on Thursday evening after dinner when she was dusting his room after dry moping the stained wooden floors he said, "Fiona, may we have a quiet chat?"

"Sure, what do you wish to talk about?"

"Sit on the sofa," Eddie said, turning to face her on his swivel desk chair.

"Fiona, I hope this doesn't embarrass you unduly but I have to have sex. I wish to have it with you rather than go off somewhere to find an accommodating woman I won't know."

"Gina will be only too willing to have sex with you providing she can be sure you won't tell Mark."

"I don't want Gina although she is a lovely woman. I want you."

"Very well. Sleep with me tonight. We best do it over here because we could be too noisy in the house. Stay on working and I'll come over at 9:30 when Annie and Henry finish watching TV and yawn themselves off to bed."

"Er fine."

As Fiona was about to head down the stairs Eddie asked, "Why did you hold out on me until now?"

"Hold out?" she laughed in surprise. "I've been waiting for you to make a hit on me."

She was still laughing at the look on Eddie's face as she went down the stairs and he was slamming his hand against his forehead for the third time, thinking it was true what men say about women, that men can't understand them at times.

Fiona came to Eddie just after 9:30 like he'd never seen her before, dressed formally. She wore a white shirt and dark suit and stockings, full make-up and her long auburn hair fell in waves, highlighting its rich natural colouring. Usually she wore it up. She handed him a small bottle of chilled dessert wine and two glasses.

"I decided to dress as if we were going out formerly and this is the end of our evening," she said simply, walking into Eddie's arms as soon as he put down the bottle and glasses. They kissed slowly and sweetly and this time when Eddie cupped a breast through the clothing that was greeted by a welcoming sign and Fiona whispered, "My dress zip is at the back." Although front, either side and back were the only places for a zip and Eddie could home in unerringly through experience and had the expertise to get the breast out of a bra quicker than most women could, he knew the comment was simply giving him the green light.

Eddie found the whole experience pleasant but very perfunctory; in other words a big disappointment. Fiona displayed nothing more than her usual laid-back manner. Where was the fucking passion? Nothing he could do showed signs of really arousing her... almost the reverse in some cases. Nevertheless it was after 3:00 before they went to their separate beds with Eddie amazed that she'd got him off four times. Getting off four times without breaking into a sweat and yelling through the roof would be some sort of record for him although he'd be in no hurry to repeat it. 

* * *

Molly Brooke's father Marco had had involved Eddie in telephone conversations with the Sydney office of an international publishing group and negotiations ended with the company signing Eddie. The accepted offer involved a useful amount of money with the promise of much more to come but the amount had disappointed Eddie who'd unwittingly come to believe he'd written something that would become 'The Great Australian Novel'. 

* * *

On the second night after returning home to Brisbane for Christmas, Eddie struck it lucky with Molly, who had a boyfriend. Molly invited him round for a meal, as he'd become of interest to Marco and wife Sally. Late that evening Eddie was reconnected back to real sex, banging Molly against the headboard of her bed. Although they were at the other end of the house they made enough noise to have her mum shout outside the locked door, "Try to keep the noise down you two; Marco and I are trying to get to sleep."

Next morning when Eddie left at dawn, Molly kissing him goodbye at the front door, Eddie said something that left her nonplussed. "Thank you dear Molly. I feel reconnected to my rampant sexuality again." When reading the manuscript of Eddie's next novel Molly would giggle in enlightenment because there would be reference to the hero banging an old flame against the headboard and making that same farewell comment next morning but it being explained explicitly, that the hero had been going through a dry patch sexually despite having something that was some woman's idea of sex.

Two days later Gina Morgan called.

"Hi Gina, how's Renmark?"

"Hi Eddie. I'm just leaving the airport in Adelaide. This will be quite a shock to you. Fiona received a call from her mum last night. Her mum has been badly beaten by her husband but is okay. He has been arrested and is likely will be jailed because of the ferocity of the attack; her mom is bruised all over, hit with a broken broom handle. Fiona has left on the first leg of her flight home."

"Oh Christ, that's horrible for Fiona and shocking for her mother."

Gina burst into tears. "She resigned her job this morning and packed everything. She's not coming back."

Eddie didn't know what to say so tried, "Don't become unduly upset Gina. You can go to Scotland to see Fiona."

"It's not only the loss of Fiona. I'm also losing Carole... a guy has taken up with her and they're besotted with one another. I'm calling because Fiona asked me to let you know. She said she will write you but I also wanted to hear you voice."

"You poor darling. I guess you are feeling abandoned?"

"A little. I'm going to Gawler with mum to her parent's for Christmas and some of the family will be there but I'm not looking forward to it. It will be noisy with all little kids and no one really interested in me apart from mum."

Eddie had a knee-jerk reaction. "Come to Brisbane for Christmas with my family and me. There will be eight of us, just one of her sisters and husband and their thirteen-year old son and fifteen-year old daughter."

"Do you mean that?"

"Yes, of course. I'll send you money."

"No I have money. Are you sure?"

"Yes of course. I have no deep feeling for Fiona... we can have sex if you wish."

Gina began sobbing again.

Eddie attempted to bypass that, knowing she was unsettled. "You best grab a flight as soon as you can after talking to your mom. It's close to Christmas and the rush starts late this week as people move to fly home for the family festivities."

"Eddie I'm on love with you."

"Oh come on Gina, you are distressed at what has happened to your small coterie."

"Don't you dare say I'm in love with you," she yelled. "I felt something the first time I laid eyes on you and it has grown from there. It distressed me to see the nonchalant way Fiona treated you but that's not meaning I felt sorry for you; I became jealous that it was Fiona who had you and I knew you wanted someone like me who'd arouse you and keep you aroused because you are that type of man."

"Am I?"

"Of course you are. I can't believe you don't know that."

They talked a little more, ending with Gina saying she'd text her flight details to Eddie. 

Eddie walked into the kitchen and smacked the ass of his mother who was icing her Christmas cake.

"Stop that Eddie, you know I don't like it," Patricia practically gurgled, so pleased to have him back home with her and delighted he was up to his naughty ways. "That is improper behaviour, I'm your mother."

"Yeah, yeah, I bet your nipples are already firming and your breasts swelling."

"Eddie, your repulsive bug; get out of my kitchen," she giggled.

"Mom we'll have one more here for Christmas."

"You mean Fiona?"

"No she'd on her way to Scotland. Her mother has been beaten up in a domestic dispute."

"Oh god, how awful." Patricia then pulled the photo Eddie had sent her months ago of Fiona and her two friends.

"Darling which one is coming, the blonde or the brunette?"

"Gina, the brunette."

"Oh darling," Patricia shrieked. "I was hoping it would be that one. When I received that photo I said to myself that you had teamed with the wrong woman, that the brunette looked the perfect match for you."

"You can tell that from a photo?" Eddie asked agog.

"I don't suppose so. I guess the caption on the back influenced me. It says, "The brunette keeps looking at me mum, am I in danger?"

Eddie grinned and said he must have been drunk at the time. He asked what had he written about the other two.

"The blonde talks too much and you haven't managed to switch Fiona on."

"Jesus I hope you didn't tell grandma that during one of your calls to her?"

"No I didn't young man. Those were intimate comments to your mother but your Aunt Jackie pulled the photo off the wall and after reading it was very disgusting, saying she bet you wished you were fucking the brunette."

"She's always been a disgusting cow."

"Eddie, stop that. Jackie is my sister. May I say I'll be delighted to have Gina here for Christmas and I promise I won't over-act the anxious mum and spoil your plan to develop a relationship with her."

"Relationship? She's a pal mum, I scarcely know her. It's just she feels abandoned because Fiona is all home and the blonde in that photo is over the top with a guy she'd just met."

"Do you wish to sleep with her?"

"What kind of question is that?"

"It means if you don't know her intimately I don't want you sleeping with her in our house."

"Aw come on mum, Gina is all personality and can't help but be sexy."

"But we don't know how she will react when we sees... um sees what you carry in your trousers. You are over-size darling."

"How the hell would you know that?"

"Your mother knows things you don't know she knows darling," Patricia said mysteriously. Answer me this you incompetent seducer, why didn't you choose Gina ahead of ... oh of course, you already had Fiona under your nose when Fiona introduced you to her two best friends in Australia. Well just take it slowly. Gina will be feeling a little embarrassed over the suddenness of this Christmas arrangement and still feeling a little wounded and nervous about your reaction."

Eddie, driving to the airport in his mother's BMW coupe was astonished just how helpful she'd been. He'd wanted her to accompany him to the airport, but she said no, that Gina would arrive plagued with uncertainties, wondering had she blown it by agreeing to team up with Eddie in this manner instead of waiting patiently for his return to Renmark. The airport reunion had to be all about Gina and Eddie so that Gina could receive the assurances she so desperately needed. His mom had added that Fiona could be mentioned of course.

At the airport Eddie parked and made extensive notes about his thoughts. This sexually stupefying relationship he'd found in engaging with Fiona had now swung abruptly to the other pole on the strength of a phone call from Gina. He now had the story line for his next novel. He'd do the great loop in a camper van from Renmark via the Stuart highway through Victoria to Mildura inside the border with New South Wales and then up to Broken Hill on the Silver City Highway and back into South Australia on the Barrier Highway and then cut back at Curra to eventually connect to the Morgan Renmark Road. He'd planned to make that trip anyway and if Gina went with him it would be a bonus.

He went into the arrivals section of the terminal unaware Gina's flight had arrived early. He was walking along when she said behind him, "Hi Eddie."

"Hi," he said turning and then "Oh hi. Have you arrived already?"

She stood uncertainly, just as his mom thought she would. She probably could be excused following that remark from Eddie to think she was dealing with a moron.

"Mom says it's not okay for you to sleep with me in our home."

People around them looked amused and so did Gina.

"Eddie, please slow down; you're acting as if you are on Speed."

"Um yes, okay. Want a drink?"

"I'd like a kiss first."

He hesitated, thinking she looked gorgeous, and heard himself saying, "What in front of all these people?"

"It's usual for people to kiss at airports."

A forty-something woman standing by them and talking to a guy turned and smiled, "Kiss her you fool."

Gina felt tense as he grasped her and kissed her, slowing down. Gina began to pull away but he pulled her back in and kissed her again, to ensure we got the message. "You look lovely and kiss beautifully."

"Oh god," she wailed and grabbed him by the shirtfront and gave him a really juicy one.

Eddie choked, "Wow!"

The smiling woman turned back to her companion.

Gina said she would like a beer and a muffin.

"You drink beer?"

"Only when I become overheated," she replied. Well she did look rather red faced. She took his arm as he pulled her suitcase along. "Do your heroines endure such moments of awkwardness on meetings like that?"

"It appears I write more smoothly than I behave in real time," he said toothily, and had his arm squeezed and pulled against Gina's softest part.

She said shyly, "This sounds stupid because I don't know you really well but I've missed you, knowing you were no longer there."

"Having sex is a great way to get to know someone," he said grinning and really grinned when Gina slapped a hand over her mouth and appeared to convulse.

CHAPTER 4 

Two months after his twenty-fourth birthday with his first novel to be published in three months and his second almost completed, Eddie was aware he was still learning a thing or two about women and learning from women, even his mom.

Patricia came out to greet them and he was surprised his mom was all dolled up -- dressed in a fawn summer suit with black mesh stockings, very high heels and sunnies parked above her forehead, her hair piled high. Her realized for the first time in his life his mom was really sexy, especially for her age of fifty-two. Christ he could imagine older guys jumping at the chance of getting a piece of her. Perhaps they did? He was horrified for a second by that thought but then thought well why can't mothers have sex away from home, er, apart from the moral and fidelity reasons? He looked at his mom and felt very proud of her although she didn't see the admiring stare because her eyes were fixed on her son's houseguest.

"Good morning Mrs Major, how lovely to meet you."

"Hello Gina, welcome to our home. Eddie's father is in Townsville today but will be back in time to greet you and take us to dinner. Please come with me and I'll show you to the guestroom."

"Mum?"

"Eddie has been placed on a no-sex embargo in our home and I hope you can accept that darling. I believe his father has affairs with other women but is rather restricting about what his family does at home."

Eddie gaped, not having heard his mum ever suggest there were other women in his dad's life. Jesus. And yet she coped so well in saying that.

Patricia added, "Eddie the poor boy has been like a cat having kittens waiting for you to arrive."

"Well he welcomed me very nicely at the airport. Has Eddie told you about me?"

"Yes. For several months I had a photo of you three young women in my kitchen and I had fretted that circumstances had not allowed Eddie to align romantically with you."

Gina appeared embarrassed but Patricia said, "It's all right dear. He is fetching the luggage. Anyway I had told him my thoughts."

"I-I don't know what to say?"

"You are too polite to tell me to butt out but just be aware I've very, very happy to have you here. I do hope you enjoy your stay with us."

Gina was in the shower when Eddie brought in her suitcase so he went off to his own room and changed in baggy shorts and a t-shirt. He checked his emails and phone but found no messages from Fiona and went back to the guestroom. He found Gina in the bathroom, towelled off and dressed only in panties bent over the vanity bench working on her eyelashes.

"I won't be a minute... this is a tricky part of make-up.

"It's okay, take your time," Eddie said, thinking about dropping to his knees behind her and pulling her legs apart and streaking his tongued up from low between her legs until up to the elastic top of her panties.

"Please don't touch me," Gina breathed jerkily. "Your mother has the right to control what goes on her home."

Forlorn Eddie looked in the mirror and said, "Your tits look great."

"Please call them my breasts."

"Your tits look sculptured Gina and I mean that."

"Oh Eddie, what a lovely thing to say to me. You may call them tits."

Eddie backed away, making no attempt to hide his erection tenting his shorts. Viewing that in the bathroom mirror Gina gasped and cried, "Oh shit!"

"What -- what's wrong?" 

"You are big."

"Um sorry."

"No, don't be. I'm big too. Some guys with small ones have been embarrassed."

Eddie grinned. "You are an angel darling. Here feel this."

Gina purred in pleasure and said sounding tragic, "Off you go Eddie."

Before leading Eddie asked, "How old are you?"

"Twenty-seven. We had a night on the town for your twenty-fourth remember? We discussed that and drunkenly talked about our sexual experiences and our preferences."

"Yeah. I remember."

"Eddie, this is just between you and me. I like to think I'm capable of exciting and satisfying you. It's why I'm here on earth."

Eddie left the bathroom pondering her last comment... "It's why I'm here on earth."

Jesus! Did that mean she thought here mission was to pleasure him?

Later when they were in a restaurant dining with Eddie's parents he was asked about his next novel. 

"The story line is this sexy young American travel writer arrives in Renmark and tries to hire a guide to take her through to Mildura, up to Broken Hill on the Silver City Highway and then to complete the round trip via the Barrier Highway."

Gina said "That's a lot of uninteresting travel for a travel writer -- mile upon mile of brain-deadening nothing." 

Patricia who'd grown up in the region, but with restricted transport in those days, agreed.

Eddie continued undeterred and said several people tell the frustrated writer to approach the town's resident novelist who liked to break out from his routine from time to time. The writer agrees to give the American woman the Loop Tour she's so keen to take.

Eddie turned to Gina and said, "Well it's up to us to make it interesting. We introduce this mythical person to country pubs, sleep out under the stars with her, 'do over' Broken Hill and perhaps take the longer detour to stay a couple of nights on the 200,000 Trilby sheep and cattle station bounding the Darling River and..."

Gina said, "We?"

"I was thinking you might like to take ten days off work and travel with me, you being the America heroine in the novel and me being the reputedly fearless guide but alas with a propensity to stuff up -- wrong turns, running low on fuel, almost starting a bush fire... that kind of stuff."