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Educating Harry Ch. 01

By: myrionomos



Australian slang and American equivalents:-

Uni short for University

Ute short for utility, a pick up truck 

Mobile = cell phone

Feral = redneck

Bloody oath or my bloody oath = too right

Autumn = Fall

Harry, during a long hot Australian summer meets first one woman then another, who all belong to the same group of friends. Harry is unusually smart but still has more to learn... and so from time to time do the women.

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The lunch party broke up just after three o'clock. Trixie Llewellyn-Jones, the ministers wife left first, some parish work to attend to. She was soon followed by Bella Mason the new Hawksworth High School principal who also gave a lift to Carol Johnson and her rather odd little partner Lois.

"Come on Susan" said Maria the remaining guest to her hostess, "I'll give you a hand to clear up."

Within five minutes the two had everything in the dishwasher and settled down with a coffee for a good gossip.

"Pity the new doctor couldn't come. What's her name, Frances something or other?"

"Frances Gear" replied Susan. "I've only met her once, she seems very nice, we'll make sure she's invited to the next one. You do think we should do it again?"

"Oh yes, I thought today was really good and everyone got on so well. Carol's partner Lois is a bit of an oddity though, isn't she, rather quiet and somehow a bit cold. Mind you it's not surprising really, Carol can talk enough for two and she is a bit domineering."

Susan looked up quizzically and smiled. "Oh alright" laughed Maria I'm usually the bossy one, but people seem to expect it from me".

"They do" said Susan reflecting that it was hard to ignore Maria considering that her friend the daughter of an American father and Maori mother stood at least six feet three and one ninety pounds even after she kicked off the high heels she invariably wore. She was no skinny model but had the fine figure of the athlete she had been as a teenager. Her almost black wavy hair hung right down her back swishing regularly across the most admired backside in the Australian country town of Hawksworth, an unchallenged status since her arrival a year or so ago. At least, that was the opinion of Susan's dad."No man with any sense will try to look that woman in the eye" he had pontificated. "Not as long as she's got those legs and that ass."

"So" repeated Maria "we agree that the inaugural get together of the thirty something professional women of Hawksworth should be repeated." 

"Well," responded Susan. "I don't know about thirty something. I'm almost thirty three and Bella is at least twelve months older than me. Remember, I was on her interviewing committee. Trixie and Lois are the youngest they're only twenty nine. But yes, I guess the way the chatter kept up we obviously have a lot in common, and we seemed to get on pretty well so yes we'll do it again. Who will be the next hostess, you or Carol?"

Maria deftly ignored her friend's sly dig and replied conclusively that Carol should be asked if she would like to be the next hostess and she Maria would stay modestly in the background. "Oh and talking of Carol" she continued, have you got her brother's telephone number? Didn't his firm do your new security system? I need some work done and if you thought his work was ok then I will ask him for a quotation."

"Well" said Susan, "it depends just what you want done I suppose, but I'm really pleased with his work, not cheap, but very good, and it is very reliable. With Alice going to the States this summer and starting Uni in Sydney when she returns in the autumn, I would not have felt secure when I have to return home on my own at night. He has installed an alarm but it also incorporates closed circuit television so that I can check the house before I go in. In fact I can check it from anywhere by calling on my mobile. The pictures come up on the screen and when I am at home I can check the house and show the pictures on the television as well. Come on I'll show you.

"Here is the first shot, the driveway and garage doors. I can also turn the house lights on by remote control before leaving the car. And now inside, the kitchen, dining room, hallway lounge, look there we are. Now let's switch to the upstairs cameras. My room, the landing, Alice's. room and last at the back. the guest rooms.

"Oh my God," cried Susan.

She dropped the remote control because in front of her in thirteen hundred millimetre (Fifty two inch) wide liquid crystal colour was the image of her eighteen year old daughter Alice making very passionate love to a young man who was definitely not Alice's regular boyfriend, a young man Maria had not seen before. Maria picked up the remote but did not switch off straight away. "god they're beautiful" she whispered, "beautiful." Two slim, lithe young bodies entwined, sinuously, thrusting, grasping at each other, obviously close to climax. in a vivid but almost surreal silence.

Click. The spell was broken as Maria pressed the off button and turned to her friend.

Susan was almost frantic "I'm so embarrassed. We shouldn't have intruded, and that's not Wayne. It's Harry, Harry Salt, but he's not her boyfriend. Oh, what shall I say to her."

"Come on, said Maria "it couldn't be helped, we didn't intend to look. Here, have another cup of coffee."

"Huh", responded Susan with some asperity, "it's all very well for you but it's not every day that I watch my daughter making love to someone who is almost a total stranger." Look, will you stay on for a few minutes... until they come down, because I'm bound to blurt something out and then I'll be so embarrassed, Alice will be embarrassed too, and probably furious, and God knows how Harry will react."

Maria privately thought that her friend was over dramatizing the situation but also guessed that given a few minutes she would soon collect herself. "Tell me more about Harry, where does he come into the picture?"

Susan explained. "Harry first went to school with Alice from the age of twelve but the teachers soon noticed that he was exceptional at mathematics, not just exceptional but absolutely brilliant in fact he was pretty darn good at everything else too. Anyway, his last teacher in High School was Carol Johnson before she left to start her own business and she persuaded a retired mathematics professor, Fred Neumann to tutor Harry. Carol told me she couldn't teach Harry a thing. We realized that Harry had a special talent when Fred entered him for a major university scholarship when he was only 16. He didn't just win, he demolished the opposition."

"That's not that unusual" interrupted Maria, "top maths students are often precocious."

"True replied Susan but Fred entered Harry for a graduate not an undergraduate scholarship. He beat a bunch of twenty two and twenty three year olds who had just got good honours degrees. So he went to Uni at sixteen and now he's not quite twenty and he already has a double first class honours degree in Maths and Physics."

"Mmmn" pondered Maria "seriously bright kid then, but" she added grinning mischievously "at least we know he doesn't do everything by numbers."

"You're incorrigible Maria" Susan retorted. "Now, he is fielding offers from Universities all over the world, He'll probably go to the States or Europe, but for this summer he is filling in as a local odd job man mowing lawns, fixing small things for people around the town and such like, he's very good with computers. You'd be surprised, he is very practical. He can turn his hand to most jobs."

Maria was tempted to observe that Harry was certainly doing a fine job with Alice but kept the thought to herself and questioned "what has he been doing here?"

"You know Alice, she is a good student herself and she is so ambitious, she suggested that she ask Harry to come over and tutor her. She told me that she wanted to be top of her year right from the beginning when she starts Uni. Do you think she has planned this" added Susan, suddenly suspicious? 

"In a way I hope she has" grinned Maria "it's certainly enterprising, though it puts you in an awkward position. If you think about it you're actually paying a guy to have sex with your daughter and I wonder where her boyfriend, Wayne Holcombe isn't it; where does he fit in? Joking aside Susan, Alice has some explaining to do, to him at least."

"Only after I have been told what's been going on" replied Alice's mother. Susan had taken a grip on herself with the prospect of dealing with her errant daughter."I shan't be able to look Mike and Shirley Holcombe in the face knowing what I know. They're two of my oldest friends and as for poor Wayne." Susan noticed Maria's raised eyebrow "Oh alright" she conceded, "Mike is a terrible football and golf bore but Shirley's not too bad and I do see a lot of them. And there is poor Wayne, he's almost a fixture around here."

Maria was already fairly firmly convinced that if "poor Wayne" had looked out for himself Alice might be otherwise occupied at the moment, but her temptation to say so was stifled as both she and Susan heard footsteps descending the stairs.

Alice and Harry walked in:

Alice was a slightly taller, slightly slimmer version of her mother. She moved with the same easy grace as Susan and as both had similar golden blonde hair the only difference was that whilst Alice was very attractive her mother was more, she was undeniably lovely. Both of them shared another feature guaranteed to cause envy in that they shared the kind of fine looks that would last. Harry was by comparison, nondescript, equally slim he just escaped being skinny and if anything at five foot nine or so may have been a fraction the shorter of the pair. Almost black hair, not bad but not good looking his only remarkable feature was his green brown eyes, which thought Maria, many girls would kill for.

Alice did the introductions. "Harry, you know mum, this her best friend Maria Bunce, Maria has one of those impossibly long, unpronounceable New Zealand Maori names, so she's been shortened to Maria. Maria this is Harry."

Maria stood up to shake hands. She did so deliberately because in her experience a lot of men found it intimidating to find themselves looking up steeply to a much taller woman at close quarters. To her slight surprise Harry did not take the usual involuntary step backwards but held her hand and his ground for a moment, until she resumed her seat. Maria picked up the conversation, asking firstly of Alice what her immediate plans were.

"I'm going to visit my cousins in the US for three or four months, they live near Chicago. It'll be strange having a cold Christmas after the usual hot ones we get here in Australia but I'm so looking forward to it. Then in February I will be back to start Uni in Sydney."

"How about you Harry?"

"Oh, I'll probably be heading out just when Alice is coming back. I am thinking about a couple of offers but at the moment I'm also toying with the idea of taking a year off before any further studies. Both my sisters, and my parents live in the USA so that's probably my next destination though I'll be living with my Aunt Diane here in Hawksworth for at least the next three or four months." 

Susan intervened, "so you won't be seeing any more of Alice for a while as she will be leaving on Monday, in three days in fact." Maria could almost sense Susan's relief but then Harry gazed unwaveringly at Susan and said with a big smile "Yes, I know but Alice is a great student, she picks things up really quickly and seems to get better every time I see her."

That was too much for Maria, she was seized with a sudden choking fit but as Susan hurried to get her a glass of water Maria just managed to stop from laughing out loud and got a hold of herself. "Thanks" she said taking the water, "that was a bit of a conversation stopper, I should be getting along now anyway, perhaps I could give you a lift Harry, if you live over my way?"

"Thanks but no" he replied, "I have my ute round the side of the house." In any event much to Susan's relief , both guests rose to leave together. 

Just as she was getting into her car Maria turned to Harry. "Harry could you let me have your phone number, I have a job that I need a hand with and might ring you in a day or two." He complied scrawling a note on the back of an old receipt found in the glove box of his ute. Alice then stepped forward and gave Harry a hug and a kiss. Not quite the chaste kiss of a maiden aunt but certainly reserved considering the young lovers would not be seeing each other for the foreseeable future.

Harry and Maria then left, her car following him down the long drive to the main road. "I have just the job for you Harry Salt" she mused to herself frowning slightly, "a job you are clearly very well qualified for. We will have to see what can be arranged." 

Alice and Susan turned back into the house. "Just a minute" called Susan as Alice went to run upstairs to her room, "I want a word with you young lady." They went into the sitting room.

"What is it Mum," asked Alice warily? She wasn't used to her mum talking to her like that.

"I'm really embarrassed" said Susan wriggling in her seat, "I'm going to have to apologise, but I'm cross, really cross with you too. I don't know where to begin."

"Try the beginning," suggested her daughter unhelpfully.

"You know I had some ladies for lunch today. Well, after they had gone Maria helped me clear up. Then we sat down and had a cup of coffee."

"Get to the point mum." 

"I will. This isn't easy you know."

"She, Maria asked me about our security system because she wants to get some similar work done. I showed her how it works how we can look at every room looking at the image on the television and on my mobile. I took her through each room, downstairs first, then my room, yours and finally the guest room. Then I saw you, and I dropped the remote control. You and Harry."

"Me and Harry what mum," Alice replied calmly.

"You and Harry were on the bed, having sex, in fact it looked as though he was about to..."

"Aw Mum didn't you switch off."

"I'd dropped the remote control, Maria picked it up" I'm so sorry, I never meant to intrude, I really didn't." 

"Well, why didn't Maria Bunce turn it off then?"

"She did, it just took a few seconds."

"How many," responded Alice pugnaciously?" 

"Six or seven, less than ten... definitely. Oh I'm so sorry," Susan wailed.

Alice stifled a giggle, "you poor old dears it must have been a shock."

"We are not poor old dears, of course it was a shock."

"And what did that other poor old perve Maria Bunce say" said Alice, now unable to control her giggling.

"Stop laughing at us Alice. Maria is not a perve, if you must know she said you, you and Harry that is were beautiful, then she switched off. After that she repeated herself, said you were beautiful I mean."

Alice stopped laughing, tears welled up in her eyes: her turn to wail.

"Mum, it is beautiful, making love with Harry is fantastic," the two women fell into each others arms, crying together, "Mum I never thought sex would be so wonderful, one minute he's so gentle then he gets me so worked up all I want is to give myself to him and then he can be like a tiger and finally he's gentle and kind he holds me close and I feel sort of precious, loved I suppose. I'm sorry I said those mean things about Maria because she was right when she said it was beautiful."

The two women having largely sorted out their problem gradually stopped crying and Susan flicked imaginary dust from her top as she tried to compose herself. "But young lady you still have some explaining to do. What would poor Wayne say, imagine how he would feel if he knew, you have been going out with him for more than two years."

"Well, 'umm, yes" said Alice, "this is going to require a bit of explanation. Wayne and I have always been good friends. We first started going out two years ago at the year ten formal, he didn't have a partner so I asked him."

"I am surprised" said Susan "he's such a handsome boy. I thought the girls would be flocking around him."

"Mum" said Alice gently, "please let me finish this then you will understand." 

"It suited us both. It's a social death at if you can't find a partner for the year ten and year twelve formals. I'm a nerd at heart really, at least in the sense that I really am interested in academic work, and you know I do work hard. Wayne is pretty smart too. However, I may be a bit nerdy but I didn't want people to think I was, if you see what I mean. I had told a few boys who had asked me out that I wasn't interested and some of the bitchy girls were already calling me the Ice Queen. Going out with Wayne, the good looking sports-star at both rugby and cricket fixed that."

"But how did Wayne feel?"

"Mum, he felt exactly the same. He had taken a few girls out but no one who was around long enough to call his girl. No, he wanted the same as me, someone he liked, someone who he could have fun with socially but neither of us was interested in anything sexual. We've slept together mum, several times at parties but only slept. All our friends assume that because we are such a long standing item that we must be at it like rabbits, but we're not, we are just best friends."

"But Alice, are you saying that Wayne is not interested in sex?"

"No mum Wayne is interested in sex alright, but not with me."

"What do you mean, not with you?"

"Well mum, not with any other girl either."

"What! Are you saying Wayne's gay, oh my goodness his parents will be so upset."

"Yes Mum, Wayne is gay but he hasn't come out. Some people might criticize him for that but this isn't a big city like Sydney, it's Hawksworth, a small country town, it's very conservative. Everyone is very nice and helpful and kind, but say anything sympathetic about gay people and some people's true attitudes emerge. Their fear and loathing is visceral and we both know that. If Wayne came out here it wouldn't be too long before the ferals at the pub one Saturday night got enough booze into them to go after him and give him a right belting. You know that would happen mum and Wayne also worries about his parents. He loves them mum, even if his dad is a pain, but he thinks it would be best to tell them just before he goes to Sydney to University. Whether we agree with Wayne or not I think we should respect his choice."

"You're right Alice, but Mike and Shirley will be upset."

"Well, Mr. Holcombe will be but I suspect Mrs. Holcombe may already have some idea

based on one or two small things she has said to me." 

"Well Alice you could knock me down with a feather but you still haven't told me where Harry fits into all this."

"He doesn't fit in to any of it really, well sort of, but not really." 

"Six months ago when we arranged for me to go to Chicago for Christmas I got to thinking, are there that many other reasonably attractive eighteen year old virgins in Chicago? Not many, maybe none. So now is the time to get rid of that status. I really did think of it that cold bloodedly. I had Harry in mind because I have always liked him. When he was still at school, he had helped me a bit and I thought that if I contacted him, he would again, especially if I told him a good story about needing tutoring. I got a prescription and started taking the pill in plenty of time, arranged for Harry to come over, everything organized, you know what I'm like. Then all the wheels fell off."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, he came over the first time and while he was talking about maths I was busy with what I thought was a really cool seduction. Only it didn't work out, maybe my lack of experience showed. Don't laugh mum, it was so embarrassing. He suddenly turned to me and said, "Al, are you interested in getting into higher mathematics or just getting into my pants?" I went bright red, I was mortified, then I started crying. I was really tense I suppose. But as it turned out, getting upset was not a bad thing because I found out that Harry couldn't bear me being upset. He put his arm round me, said all sorts of nice things and after a while I calmed down a bit.


Educating Harry Ch. 01



"Then he said 'Al, so you want to have sex?'

'Yes'. 

'With me?'

'Yes you'.

'Wow'

'I'm a virgin,' I said.

'You are, really?'

'Yes, and it has to be you. I only want you.'

"Well mum I could tell straight away I'd got that right. That was the killer line. My face was sort of buried in his chest up till then because I was still embarrassed but I snuck a look and he had the biggest grin on his face, and I could feel his chest swell. He kissed me, it was really sweet and I knew he would do it."

Susan winced at her daughter's bluntness. "So that was that I suppose."

"Well no, in fact it didn't actually work out like that. After kissing and cuddling for quite a while I said 'so shall we' but Harry said 'no, not today. I'll decide where and when, ok?' I said ok, and in a way it was a bit of a relief because I was a bit strung out. Anyway we kissed and made out a bit more and then he left. 

"Over Harry's next few visits things started to heat up a bit, quite a bit, it was really good. I'm not going into details. Then he rang me on the Wednesday to say he had booked for me to attend a specialized maths weekend course in Armidale at the University. You will remember the weekend I was away. I said 'I don't want to go on a course at the weekend' and he said 'bring something nice that you can wear to go out' and then he said 'I've booked us a room at a small hotel which I know is pretty good'. Oh my God I thought, this is it.

"Come Friday morning we set off, as you know it's about a four hour drive to Armidale. I was so excited, anticipation I suppose. I was gagging for it. About half an hour before getting there we turned down this side road. Where are we going? 'Picnic' said Harry. I sulked a bit, 'bloody picnic, that's not what I want' but it was a warm spring day, really nice with just a bit of a breeze.

"Anyway we stopped at a small field next to some woodland, Harry got out the blanket but somehow the picnic never happened. We kissed, made out and then it was like the first time on a bike .We wobbled and lurched a bit but then it all came right, we were flying. It was fantastic, nothing particularly adventurous, just absobloodylutely fantastic.

"Then we did it again.

"That was it for the weekend really, we hardly got out of bed, only to eat, and were we hungry; I think sex makes you hungry mum, and we ate like horses.

"That was six weeks ago. Harry comes over three times a week so we must have had sex forty or fifty times at least. I love it and Harry has been lovely. I can't believe I've told you all this mum but I'm so happy I just had to, but guess what mum" Alice giggled, "every time Harry comes over he makes me do an hours maths, tutorial! Can you believe it! But he says, no work, no play, he even sets me homework!"

This was too much for Susan, she burst out laughing. "Do you do it, the homework?"

"Bloody oath I do" swore Alice grinning. "I know what's good for me." 

Both women collapsed in giggles and laughter. "Alice I do love you. You're so clever and so clueless all at the same time. But you really are a very good person" She hugged Alice again. "I'm going to have another coffee." As she got to the door Susan turned back.

"So Alice, this afternoon would have been your goodbye to Harry... wasn't much of a farewell was it? And you're flying out Monday." 

'Yes"

"So we will be driving to Sydney on Sunday."

"That's right."

"And we are booked to have lunch with the Morrisons on Saturday."

"Yes, what are you getting at?" 

"I am going to ring Elsie Morrison and tell her that I'll go but you can't make it."

"What, why?"

"I'm going to tell her that you had to arrange an extra, really important maths tutorial!"

To be continued...



Educating Harry Ch. 02



This is the second chapter of a twenty part story. Any feedback would be welcome.





After returning from the Morrisons early Saturday evening, Susan had the rest of the weekend with Alice to look forward to before driving her to Sydney for her flight. She found her daughter fast asleep in the sitting room wearing pyjamas, a baggy T shirt and a very contented expression. Susan picked up the newspaper and had been reading for half an hour when a huge yawn signalled that Alice was waking up. Susan watched with a smile as Alice stretched out like a cat in the sun. 

"Hi mum" she purred.

"Hello sweetie, how was the maths lesson?"

"Perfect, one or two new methods tried and one hundred per cent success all round. Now I feel fine, fantastic, fabulous and thoroughly f..."

"I'm sure dear" interrupted Susan.

"Mum, I was going to say famished" responded Alice, pretending she was offended.

"Well, you told me once before what made you hungry."

"Mmm, Yes I did didn't I."

"Would you like something to eat?"

"Two fried egg and bacon sandwiches with lots of vegemite and I'll have the plastic white bread that never goes mouldy, none of your wholegrain healthy rubbish."

"Humpf" responded Susan, "you don't deserve your figure."

Ten Minutes later Alice commenced the destruction of two sandwiches, a task accomplished with dedicated and swift efficiency.

"Now tell me, how was Harry?"

"Lovely, just lovely" responded Alice dreamily.

Susan could see that she would get no more sense from Alice so gave up the attempt. She sniffed indelicately "Have you had a shower?" and without waiting for an answer said "No you haven't, you grub, come on get to it, we have lots to do tomorrow"

Alice grinned got up but instead of heading for the bathroom went behind her mother's chair and put her arms around her. "Can Mumsy smell her sexy daughter, or is it just that little trace of Harry that's bothering her".

"Alice, behave!" 

"Ok mum" laughed Alice, and she turned and ran upstairs.

Sunday was taken up with packing and repacking and worrying about what might have been forgotten. Alice had never experienced a cold winter and Susan only had a distant memory of the States, a memory of freezing weather and super heated homes.

"Shall I take my RM Williams boots mum?" 

"They're not really practical, but a leggy blonde in high heeled boots, jeans and a nice shirt, you'll be every American male's fantasy of what an Australian woman should be"

"Right they're in then."

Eventually with a mixture of feminine logic and inspiration, with the occasional incursion into bloody mindedness, Alice was packed and just under the weight limit. On Monday morning they made an early start on the six hour drive to Sydney. Susan was well aware of the school of thought that said if you want to cross examine your kids the best way is in a car on a long journey. They can't get away the instant the parents are distracted. However, Alice was unusually communicative with her mum and so it proved on this occasion.

"Mum," Alice looked straight ahead, she was driving.

"Yes." 

"About Harry, I reckon he was a bit more smitten with me than I first thought."

"Of course he was. You're young, smart, gorgeous, you like him, you're available, and it seems, enthusiastic. He on the other hand is a typical young heterosexual male, which by definition means that he is a galloping mass of hormones, which in turn are telling him that you tick every box that counts, bar one"

"Oh, I thought that he might be falling just a teeny bit in love with me, you see he wasn't just having sex he, was making love to me and I just felt so special... she tailed off...anyway what do you mean, 'bar one?"

"You are no longer there Alice. Harry is a very nice young man but the instant some reasonably attractive alternative ticks the availability box you will be just a happy memory."

"Well mum that's a bit cynical, but maybe good because I was beginning to think he might be heartbroken, and that would have given me a terrible conscience. I don't mean to seem callous because I'll always be really fond of Harry and I loved making love with him, but I'm not in love with him, if you know what I mean. I hope that we might see each other again sometime, but not now. There are so many other things I want to do."

The women were silent for a few minutes each with their own thoughts. Susan worried a little that her daughter who always thought she was so organized and practical and down to earth was in fact much more vulnerable than she realized. Susan was afraid that Alice was so trusting that she would have her heart broken one day, but then she reflected, that is what growing up is all about. Susan's basic philosophy was that if you had good friends and family things would usually turn out alright.

She would have been surprised if she had known what was on her daughter's mind. Alice was so looking forward to her trip to the States and starting at Uni as soon as she returned. But Uni meant living in Sydney five hundred kilometres from home, so effectively; this trip was Alice's leaving home. Alice worried about her mum. Susan had been a very under age single mum before she was even fifteen and although she had great support from Gran and Gramp,  the first seven years had been very tough. Then came her marriage to the man Alice had learned to call Dad. But Dad had been dead for three years now and Alice didn't think her mother should be alone.

"Mum, are you going to be alright. You'll be alone. You won't have me to look after you"

"I'll be fine by myself in fact I'm looking forward to it. There will be lots of new things I can do."

"Perhaps you should think about getting married again. You're still a young woman."

"For God's sake Alice, this is the twenty first century. Women aren't defined by their men any more. You can be silly sometimes."

"Oh alright but I don't like to think you might be lonely, perhaps you should take a lover; I love that expression, "take a lover" she pondered mischievously, "I bet you have had an offer or two". Detecting the smallest trace of a smile on her mother's face she crowed, "I knew it; I knew it, mum's in the market. Now let's review the available candidates."

"Let's not do anything of the kind you crazy girl" cried Susan laughing.

Slowing slightly behind a truck that was turning into a minor road Alice announced, "I have it, the perfect man for mum, he's healthy, smart, a good person, only available for a few months, just right for a fling, quite a bit younger, but full of all the right hormones. Best of all mum, and you said it yourself, you are definitely a reasonably attractive alternative."

Susan burst out laughing. "Alice you are outrageous, absolutely outrageous. I am not chasing after your Harry."

Alice, however, had warmed to the task. "He's not mine any more, and just think, he comes tried and tested, performs well, lots of stamina, and believe me, plenty of imagination. Grade one, highly recommended. I'll send him an Email; tell him to get stuck in."

"Don't you dare? You will not!"

"Nah, I don't suppose I will, but it is ever so slightly tempting. Harry might seem a bit well, nondescript at first, but he has a really odd ability that when he's with you he makes you feel you are the most important person in the world. It's not just charm or anything like that but it seems that his concentration on you, his interest, makes you feel really good about yourself."

"Alice, you do talk nonsense sometimes, what ever shall I do with you."

"When you're on your own next week my idea will come back to you like a little bug in the corner of your mind and you won't be able to get rid of it. See, I've done you a favour."

"Huh."  

The rest of the journey passed uneventfully. In the evening they ate at a small Italian restaurant in Surry Hills, well away from the tourists at Darling Harbour and Kings Cross. They just talked about small things and enjoyed each others company. Then after a good nights sleep and a late breakfast they made their way to Mascot airport. After what seemed a hurried farewell, Susan suddenly did not feel like the shopping expedition she had originally planned, so she cancelled the second night of the Sydney hotel booking and drove about half way home, some three hundred kilometres and stopped at a motel. The long journey gave her plenty of opportunity to think, not only about Alice but her own future; she was happy for Alice but knew she would miss her dreadfully. As she lay in bed waiting for sleep she whispered quietly to herself, "Susan you'll be thirty three in a few months, you have a lovely home, good friends, financial independence, but what will you do with the rest of your life?" The question went unanswered. 

On Wednesday an early start got her home well before mid day.

The next morning Susan had an early appointment with her new Doctor, Frances Gear. Thursday was also Susan's usual time for essentials and grocery shopping, and while she was not obsessed with that agenda, she knew that there would usually be one or two of her friends in Café Georgeo's  around eleven o'clock who would be happy to share her admitted addiction to coffee, and her not quite so admitted enjoyment of a good gossip.

Sure enough, when she arrived Bella Mason, the high school principal was already there sitting with Carol Johnson, and to Susan's mild surprise, Harry. As Bella had some official looking papers in front of her which they were clearly discussing, Susan waved "hello," took a different table, and settled down to her first coffee and the newspaper's sudoku.

After a few minutes Bella got up to leave, Harry also prepared to go but Susan noticed that Carol had caught him by the arm and he hesitated. Carol was doing all the talking and in one of those conversational gaps that sometimes occur in crowded places Susan overheard Carol say, "Harry, when are you going to keep that promise you made, We must know, please, it's important"?

They then both came over to say hello. Carol didn't sit down, and immediately told Susan what the discussion with Bella had been about. The State Education Department was going to run a regional conference in Armidale for potentially high achieving students where they could meet former students who were already successful high achievers. Each principal had been required to nominate an achiever and as Carol had been Harry's last maths teacher at High school, she had been asked to introduce new principal Bella to him.

Harry then interrupted changing the subject, "how was Alice, did she get off safely?"

"Yes, and I've had a text to say she's arrived safely too."

"Good, you're going to miss her." 

"I think we all will Harry."

He nodded, appreciating the small confidence, and then added; "I have to be going now, got to fix a door." 

Carol too was in a hurry to leave, and Susan might have noticed that she again stopped outside for a few moments to have animated words with Harry before they went off in opposite directions. However, she was distracted by the fact at that moment entering the café from the direction of the supermarket Maria arrived carrying an enormous and very full backpack. 

"Hi Susan, how are you, did Alice get away ok? I have two things to talk to you about; black tea please, no milk," the last remark being addressed to the waitress.

Susan did not answer directly but observed, "You're going to cause an accident with that backpack."

"How, I take care not to swing round and hit people."

"No, a road accident. You walk home two kilometres up a hill with twenty kilos of groceries on your back, The traffic which is going your way sees, courtesy of those shorts a pair of impossibly long legs surmounted by what I am reliably informed by a local expert is the finest ass in Hawksworth, muscles of said ass undulating suggestively with the effort, to an audience of all the passing traffic."

You're right" smirked Maria, "I get a lot of horns tooted"

"Meanwhile the traffic coming the other way has the benefit of the fact that your backpack straps tighten your shirt across your chest to emphasise your breasts, and if they're lucky enough to pass you at the top of the hill so much sweat has run down your cleavage that your white shirt leaves little to the imagination."

"Right again, but I still get more toots from the rear... sort of a running poll on my best side;" now stop giving me a hard time and tell me about Alice."

Susan told her all about Alice, omitting only Alice's suggestions for her mother's love life, and Maria observed but did not comment on the fact that Alice seemed to be getting over her former lover pretty quickly.

"Now," Maria said changing the subject, "as I understand it you have now sold all of your late husbands and your family's businesses

"Yes, but I have retained through a trust arrangement a tiny shareholding with an option to either sell that, or even buy back the majority shareholding, in particular, and very unlikely circumstances."

"Oh, I thought you were retaining the Tamworth one".

"No, only the title property to that and three other properties. I have also recently resigned my seat on the board; I was a bit surprised they wanted me to stay on, which I did for a while but going forward there is some potential for conflicts of interest and I would prefer a free hand."

"I wasn't surprised they tried to hang on to you," responded Maria. "Bruce Mason told me that you could analyse a dodgy balance sheet better than most of his accountants and that's high praise from that boring so and so." Now, you and I are similar. We have both sold a business, or a share in a business which will keep us comfortably well off for the rest of our lives. However, as we are only thirty two and thirty one respectively, we will go to pieces with nothing to do. I'm offering you a job. This job involves part time work, outside, rain hail or shine, the conditions are basic, the pay is crap but I think you will find it interesting. I want you to become an auctioneer's clerk."

"Tell me what is behind it." 

"I put in a bid to streamline the back office management of a big franchised group of stock and station agents. Basically they want to ensure all systems and staffing arrangements are common, reliable and efficient throughout the group. They have initially let an interim contract to see what we can do with just four locations. I understand the systems, administration and training issues, you already know how franchised businesses work and are a good qualified accountant. Most important you're a country woman with good connections in local business so I think we will be a good team."

"How much time is involved?" 

"Two days a week for the first four weeks after that we report back to the client who will then decide what is to be done. We start with meeting the boss of the Hawksworth franchise in two weeks or so." 

"Alright I'm not doing so much casual work as usual for the airline at the moment, I'll give it a go providing the local franchisee isn't difficult to deal with and it isn't long term. Now Maria what was the other thing you wanted to talk about."

"Babies"

"What!"

"I'm going to have a baby."

"I can't believe it, when are you due? Who is the father?"

"I don't know who the father is yet, or when the baby will be born."

"Good Lord! How many possible fathers could there be"? 

"Oh Susan, I don't know who the father will be because I'm not pregnant yet. I'm just telling you what I'm going to do. I've thought it all through. I have had three live in relationships including one marriage. All of them had disastrous endings. Apart from that I have had rather more than my fair share of men in relationships where we lived apart or they were short term. The problem is me, I love men but I am certain that I would make a lousy wife. I like to be the boss, but I can't get on with a man who likes to be bossed. So if I want to be a mother and have a family it will have to be as a single mum."

"That's not an easy road, take it from me."

"Susan", said Maria gently "it's much easier for an experienced woman over thirty who can afford a full time nanny if she wants to, than it is for a frightened, barely fifteen year old child."

Susan could not answer that, she just grasped her friends hand for a moment and asked, "When will you start AID."

"I won't, I just have to pick out my sperm donor and get him into bed."

"Maria," Susan said weakly, "you never fail to amaze me." She then added, "At least I can be sure I won't be doing the same."

"What d'you mean?"

"I've just been to see Frances Gear about my period problems. Remember I told you about it, heavy and a bit irregular, anyway she has put me on the pill to regularize me as she calls it". She wants me to try it for a few months and then review the situation."

"Well," said Maria grinning, "don't you think that just for purely scientific purposes, you might think about testing those little pills?"

Their conversation turned into a fit of giggles and protests as each of them thought of their prospects or lack of them.

Later that evening just after Susan had gone to bed early, she lay thinking about the day. She recollected the overheard snatch of conversation Carol had with Harry and wondered to herself, "what was all that about", then bringing herself up short thought "goodness I'm only in bed five minutes and that little bug Alice talked about is already working away." So with thoughts of Harry, Susan drifted off to sleep.





A few hours before, Harry had very different thoughts on his mind. He had just parked his Ute and walked slowly towards the town house Carol Johnson shared with her partner, Lois May. Shortly after Harry had left High school Carol had brought a lot of relief to the more conservative members of the PTA by resigning from her position as a Maths teacher. Their relief had nothing to do with Carol's professional ability, she was regarded as an excellent teacher, it was entirely due to the fact that for some time Carol and Lois a young lawyer had lived as Hawksworth's only openly bi/lesbian couple. After giving up teaching mathematics, Carol had opened what had developed into a successful business, a store retailing every product imaginable for babies and toddlers. 



For the previous two years, because all the rest of his family now lived and worked in the States Harry had usually stayed with his Aunt Diane for all the short and usually, only travelling to the US for the long vacations. On one of these breaks Harry had met up with his former teacher Carol Johnson who naturally took an interest in her star pupil. However, Harry at eighteen was a much more naïve young man as looking back on the church social twenty kilometres away at Burra Burra, he now recalled.

"Harry" Carol had asked "can you give me a lift home, Lois has to leave early."

"Sure," replied Harry, thankful that he had brought his Aunt's station wagon instead of his old ute.

"Harry, can we go by the back road round Mt Canobolas?"

"Sure," replied Harry.

"Let's just stop by the old water tank and look at the night sky."

And Harry said, "Ok."

They stopped and looked.

"Kiss me Harry."

There was no reply, Carol's right hand pulled his head towards her and Harry felt her lips crush against his with a passionate vehemence he never dreamt was possible. She pulled his hand onto her tiny almost undetectable breasts surprising him with her pebble hard nipples. Then to conclude the argument, she entwined her fingers around his rigid cock rubbing his member to near ecstasy and his brain to helpless mush. Knowing her virgin lover would never last, Carol panted:

"Come on lets get in the back." They did so, pulling the remainder of their clothes off urgently. There was no subtlety in Harry's initiation, Carol lay back and Harry climbed between her legs and sank his cock into her. Harry was astonished, she was so hot, it was like a fire inside her and so wet but most of all because he realized, almost with shock, she so wanted him.




Educating Harry Ch. 02



"Fuck me Harry" she breathed, "fuck me"

He did, it didn't take long, a few thrusts, first a warm tingling in the base of his cock, then the imperative urge to drive himself into the depth of her womb, and finally the pleasure, the ecstasy of release as his semen poured from him into the centre of her body. Carol hugged him with arms and legs, "wonderful," his former teacher marked his brief performance, "just wonderful."

They relaxed for a few minutes kissed, caressed each other, more gently now; the sweat on their skins condensed cooling them in the evening air. Harry kissed Carols closed eyes, then gently nibbled her ear before finding the sensitive spot between her neck and shoulder blade and kissed her again. It was like a trigger, Carol traced her hand down Harry's belly but this time only brushing past his cock to cradle and caress his balls. Weighing them in her hand she said "they're beautiful." Then scratching ever so gently the back of his balls she whispered, "they're still full Harry, Do you want to empty them, empty them into my belly". Silence had served Harry well to this point, but a gasped "Yes, please, now," was sufficient.

Carol helped him mount her again and he slid home, she gripped firmly on his shaft as he started to move within her.

"Slower this time" she commanded, he complied, and she keeping her feet firmly planted down, pushed her pubic bone forward grinding against him. Harry became aware, dimly at first that this time Carol was not only trying to satisfy him, but was seeking to maximize her own pleasure. He shut his eyes concentrating, trying hard not to cum, "not yet, not yet" he screamed silently to himself, but eventually her vagina twitched, followed by a gripping, stripping convulsion as she began to orgasm. Harry erupted, stream after stream of semen surged into her. Carol gurgled incoherently, lost in pleasure. Harry soon stopped coming as she continued to orgasm, the spasms gradually settling before they finally ceased.

They lay together for a few minutes holding each other, affection slowly replacing passion. "Thank you Carol, you are fantastic." 

"You're pretty good yourself" she responded, "and it will be even better next time."

Harry's brain having been in disengaged mode for the last hour or so hadn't even thought of the possibility of a next time. His face assumed the sort of vacuous happy grin that the human male invariably achieves at such moments, much the same as a Labrador responds to an unexpected bone. They dressed, Carol first cleaning herself up with a giant sized box of tissues she had retrieved from her bag. It was when he saw the tissues that Harry began to realize that the loss of his innocence might not have been quite the spontaneous event he had imagined. 

But so what, he was happy. He had lost his virginity and not only that, he had done it in a 1980, five litre Holden Kingswood HZ V8, with an older woman: an Australian fantasy, at least for the male of the species.

For the next two weeks Harry abandoned all intellectual work for the more urgent need to get himself inside Carol at every opportunity. She was enthusiastically co-operative, and her suggestion that she had some problems with the computer at her shop that he might fix provided a convenient if thin reason to get together in almost every lunch break. Harry learned a lot, quickly.

"Harry just understand this, I'm bi. Lois is my first and only love but I just must have a man sometimes. I'm fond of you and proud of what I may have helped you achieve as a student but this is essentially lust, it's great, but that's what it is."

Harry was taken aback for a moment by her bluntness but as Carol had started to lick and kiss gently up and down his cock he promptly succumbed to the good sense of her argument and the persuasion of her tongue.

He soon learned about her breasts. "Stay with the right one Harry it's much more sensitive, God, there's an electric connection to my clit; kiss it, that's right, now suck, hard, hard as you like, oh yes."

And later as she pushed his head down lower, he knew what she wanted. He kissed her belly button then moved lower as she raised her knees. He kissed her again, this time on the edge of her light down before moving to her centre. He was intoxicated with her musk, instantly addicted even before his tongue touched her. Then furtively, carefully, his tongue probed, kissing then parting her labia, travelling upwards, slowly, deliberately.

"Oh Harry" cried Carol, confirming his lesson one skills acquisition. She pressed his head gently, He responded with a simple repetitive movement licking upwards firmly. Carol thrust forwards and he felt for the first time her clitoris, a tiny bud erect; it begged, demanded attention. Harry responded, he sucked, first gently then firmly, once, twice and then again. "Yes, yes" she whimpered, "don't stop, please, please don't stop." Harry didn't, alternating longer regular licking with shorter intense sucking of her clitoris.

Slowly at first but then more obviously it was clear that her climax was close. She was hot, on fire; she bucked involuntarily, then wildly, out of control. Her climax hit, it consumed her. Waves of pleasure seared through her "Oh God stop, please stop, it's too much." Harry did and Carol held him firmly against her belly as she slowly came down from her orgasm. Harry was astonished. He had no idea that he could give so much pleasure to a woman.

Carol smiled as he looked up enquiringly, she didn't need to say anything, but she did anyway.

"Come on, let's fuck."

That vacation was only two weeks long but Harry could recall every detail, some highlights just a little brighter than others. Just once at her house when Lois was away they made love doggy style with Carol draped over the washing machine just as it got to the spin cycle. The vibrations were amazing! 

On the last day of that vacation Carol told him to lie naked on her desk in her office; "shut your eyes and don't move or touch me at all." Then using her hands and mouth she worked on him, she touched and kissed. licked and sucked, taking him to the brink and then pulling back, then again and yet again. Finally she whispered in his ear. "This is it" and once again drew his cock deep into her mouth. The combination of her slow strong suction and the light as a feather scratching on the underside of his balls took effect all too quickly. Semen surged from within him splattering deep into her mouth in a quantity Harry thought impossible. She swallowed carefully stood and looked down at him with quizzical look."Ok" she asked?" "Way beyond ok" he gasped. 

Just for a few moments it seemed that Carol dressed in her white blouse and grey skirt looked almost demure despite his cock still held firmly in her right hand, but it was what she said that stayed clearest in his memory. 

"It seems a pity to waste so much. We could make so many babies. Lois and I would love to have your baby Harry." Without waiting for a response she kissed him gently, almost chastely on the lips and the moment was gone.

Up until the previous winter break in July Harry had always made time to see, to have sex with Carol. It wasn't with quite the same frequency and there was no great emotional involvement or commitment, but physically they both knew they were perfect fuck buddies. However, Carol, not every time Harry saw her, but with growing insistence repeated her desire to have a child, Harry's child. Eventually during his one visit when Harry was lying with her in a post coital dreamland Carol asked Harry directly to make her pregnant next time he returned to Hawksworth. Looking back Harry still could not quite work out how or why he had agreed but he undeniably had. For the past few weeks Carol, not knowing of his involvement with Alice had become increasingly frustrated with her inability to pin Harry down, but this morning she was able to make use of the meeting with Bella Mason and had told him quite unequivocally that the next week or so were her crucial fertile time. Harry gave up the fight; he was beginning to realize that a woman who wants a child was almost the definition of an irresistible force.

But then Carol dropped her bombshell. "When we try to make the baby, each time, every time Lois has to be there." 

"What, you're kidding, no way", Harry responded "it's weird, no way," but Carol insisted, "she's my partner, to me she's my wife, she will be as much a parent as I will, she should be there." That was how they had left it, save for the fact that he had agreed to meet with the women to talk it over.

Having mulled the whole situation over as he walked, Harry was slightly surprised to find himself already outside the front door of Carol and Lois' town house.

He rang the bell.



To be continued



Educating Harry Ch. 03



More Australianisms.

Doona = duvet

Yakuta = dressing gown or housecoat.

This is the third part of a twenty chapter story. Any feedback at all would be most welcome. 

*

The door was answered almost immediately. It was Lois, she introduced herself, as she and Harry had met only very briefly on one previous occasion.

"Come in, Carol will be a minute or two." They sat down and chatted, mainly about what Harry had been doing since graduation and what he planned for the future. Lois had a reputation for being rather quiet and reserved, but it was soon clear that when she chose to, she was quite capable of being sociable. She was wearing what Harry's aunt had once told him was a yakuta, a full length Japanese light cotton dressing gown with very broad sleeves. Harry found himself wondering whether she was wearing anything beneath it. 

At that moment however, Carol breezed in taking over the conversation straight away, "Good to see you, thanks for coming, you've already met Lois, good. Let's have a drink; I've got some champagne, well not really champagne but a bubbly chardonnay/pinot noir, methode champagneoise I suppose. Same thing really and there is nothing better for breaking the ice."

To Harry, Carol seemed a little tense, 'not surprising really I suppose' he thought; she too was dressed in a yakuta but with a red pattern compared to Lois' blue. The colours somehow suited their personalities. Physically they were also quite different, Carol almost a head the taller, with short light brown hair. She had a big smile and a very slim boyish figure at least above the waist. She also however, possessed an ass which was rather more generously proportioned than its owner might have wished for, but which was supported by a pair of long attractive legs. In contrast Lois was a much more compact figure. Thick, long dark brown, almost black hair framed an attractive small featured and slightly sallow face which lacked expression much of the time. Harry guessed that she had a more even figure than her partner but when the two were together the obvious contrast was the relative animation of the two women.

They sipped their drinks and this time it was Lois that took up the conversation. "Harry you hardly know me although I know quite a lot about you"

"Not everything I hope," quipped Harry.

"Well, Carol has told me all about you from the time she first taught you at High School. More to the point she has given me a detailed blow by blow account of every encounter you two have had since that night you gave her a lift home from Burra Burra. She has even told me everything you have said, so you can see I do have quite an advantage" she smiled.

Carol broke in, "Remember I told you Harry, Lois and I have no secrets from each other, that's just the way we are."

"Yes you did" he admitted, but had he been pressed, he would have also admitted to being taken aback a little. 

"Anyway" continued Lois, "all you know about me is who I am, what I do for a living, and the fact that Carol and I are partners. So far as what you are here for, you should know firstly that I have never had any sort of serious sexual relationship with a man, any man. It's not that I was never interested, though in truth it was never a big deal for me. I went out with a few boys when I was a teenager but nothing much ever seemed to happen. I was the original nerd's nerd, obsessed with studying I guess. Then when I went to Uni my first ever relationship was with another woman. Shortly after that I met Carol and we have been together ever since. So here I am, an almost thirty year old virgin, at least so far as men are concerned."

"But" interrupted Harry, "why are you telling me this, after all it's Carol who wants to get pregnant."

An awkward silence fell and Harry looked quizzically from one woman to the other. He suddenly realised how tense they had become and all of Carol's usual bounce had deserted her. She looked almost as though she might burst into tears, and although Lois appeared equally concerned it was she who responded.

"Harry, as a basic precaution," she started hesitantly, "Carol got herself checked out by Dr Gear to be sure that everything was ok and she could get pregnant. We only had the last of the results today and they are not good. Carol's chances of getting pregnant are significantly impaired, not impossible by any means, but not good. However, you also know that we generally do most things together so I got checked out too."

"And we have been told," Carol interrupted, almost rushing, "that Lois is fine and should have no problems". With that off her chest Carol started to sob uncontrollably. 

"So we were hoping" finished Lois quickly, "that it would be ok with you if I took Carol's place, please would you, we were depending so much on this working for us but with this news it seems to be the only solution. Please, please help us."

When he thought about it afterwards Harry never really sorted it out in his own mind whether it was Lois' extraordinary plea or the emotional impact of the distraught Carol which settled the issue. On the one hand he had been propositioned by a thirty year old professional woman who he barely knew, a virgin, and he had supposed a lesbian, to have sex with her and make her pregnant. On the other hand if he refused, he would devastate her partner and his lover, a woman who he was very fond of, and to whom he had made an unequivocal commitment.

Lois was holding Carol tightly trying to comfort her though clearly she too was close to losing her own self control. Harry settled the question. He stood took two steps forward put his arms around both of them and stammered " Well I don't know, This is a total shock, I don't know what to say But, well ok, yes I suppose so, yes I will" 

The immediate result was much the same, more tears but this time of relief and joy, Harry suddenly had two women hugging him as hard as they could, while Carol continued to sob incoherently, and even Lois sniffled a little. Eventually things calmed down a little.

"Oh my God" said Carol "we must be a sight with all this crying. Just give us a minute to fix our faces and then we will work out what next."

"Ok" responded Harry too polite to argue, "I'll top up the drinks. He hardly had a chance to reflect on his precipitate decision as the women were only gone for a few moments. When they returned the only remaining evidence of their emotional roller coaster was Carol's slightly raised complexion and the fact that neither could keep the smile off her face.

"We thought," said Carol as she sipped carefully from her glass, "in fact we planned that if it was ok with you, we might as well make a start tonight."

"What we hope" added Lois, "is that you would be able to visit us each day for the next few days or so and that should more than cover the whole of our most fertile period. Our cycles are pretty much in unison that often happens with women living together."

"Ok" replied Harry, "Carol had already explained that it might take more than one attempt. Where do we start?"

"Follow me," said Carol taking his hand as she rose from her seat. She led the way up the stairs and into the women's bedroom. It was a large room quite sparsely furnished and dominated by a king size bed which was strewn with half a dozen pillows and from which the light weight summer doona had been removed.

"Right" said Carol taking the lead again now her confidence was restored. "Harry, just understand Lois hasn't done this before so please be as considerate as possible. I know I don't really need to say that but I hope you understand. Now I suppose, can I ask you to get your clothes off."

He complied and Lois at least was slightly surprised, she had thought of him as being skinny but realised that although he was very slim, his sinewy muscles and broad shoulders contradicted that presumption a little. Harry then sat on the edge of the bed feeling slightly awkward as he waited for the women. Carol gave Lois a short hug, which in truth was comfort to herself as much as reassurance to her partner. She then loosened the tie on Lois' yakuta and slipped it from her shoulders. It fell to the floor with Carol's following immediately. Harry's earlier speculation had been correct, they were wearing nothing else.

"What do you think, do you like what you see," grinned Carol?

"You look great both of you". They turned towards him and the contrast was what he expected. Lois had slightly larger than average breasts, more so than he had anticipated, but the contrast with Carol was more marked by her prominent brown nipples, compared with what Carol called her 'pink bumps'. The other difference was that Lois had a thick triangle of soft black pubic hair compared with the few wisps possessed by Carol.

"Harry, I'm going to be ring master of this little circus, it'll make it easier with one of us directing the show. Now get into the middle of the bed and prop yourself up on a couple of pillows. Lois you lie on his right side and I'll take the left". Lois did as she was asked lying close to Harry without actually touching him. Carol did the same but without her partner's inhibitions. "Harry, I'm going to give Lois a guided tour of you. You just lie back and enjoy yourself."

"Bossy isn't she," commented Lois with a nervous smile. Harry just grinned, reassuringly he hoped. "Now," added Carol leaning across him and taking Lois' free hand, "just run your hand slowly over his chest and arms" she guided her at first, then, when she felt the initial nervousness had gone, left her to caress him as she would. Lois proceeded slowly up his ribs and chest then along his shoulder to his neck before moving a little hesitantly to his belly and then his thigh.

"What do you think?" asked Carol.

"He's a bit knobbly and hairy, but alright."

"Good, now I want you to give him a big hug, not just with your hands but your whole body. That's right, sort of lie half across him with your arms around him." Harry felt Lois' breasts pressing firmly against his chest. "Now Lois, just rest your head on his shoulder and relax completely." 

Harry didn't wait to be asked, but wrapped his arms around Lois, and then as an afterthought kissed her gently on the top of her head.

"That's lovely, now just get used to each other for a while"

It was only afterwards that both Lois and Harry realised that this apparently innocuous embrace was what made both of them quite sure everything would be fine, Lois started to relax, she realised she had nothing to fear, and Harry was gradually aware of a confidence, a certainty even, that nothing would go wrong.

Carol had been un-typically silent for several minutes and only involved herself to caress Lois' back gently. "How does that feel," she asked eventually?

"It's good, makes me feel, I don't know, sort of safe" Lois replied.

"Right, well now it's time to move on. In your earlier 'Cooks tour' of Harry you left out the major attraction." Carol emphasised her point by raising up Harry's very limp cock in the crook of one finger. "Here we have a fine example of the male penis, Harry's cock, baby making for the use of; however, he's not yet in operational mode. That's your job Lois, take him in your hand, that's right, not too tight, wrap your fingers round him, now move your hand slowly up and down."

Lois did so. "Oh my goodness he's growing, he's going all stiff, Carol he's huge."

To this point Harry had thought that he was largely a spectator but consoling himself with the thought that he definitely had the best seat in the house decided to let the women get on with it. 

"He's not huge Lois, about average length but he is quite a bit thicker than usual."

"I can't even get my hand much more than half way round."

"You're doing great; just rub him up and down a few more times, well done; now he should stay hard for a while. Now, let's have a look at his balls." Suiting her action to the words, Carol cradled Harry's balls in her hand. "These really are special, Harry's are half as big again compared with most men, well at least the small and privileged sample I have known, and when he comes these little beauties really do the job. I reckon Harry comes twice as much as most guys, even on the second and third times. Here, have a feel but be careful not to hurt him."

Lois released Harry's cock which she had been hanging onto gamely and tried to imitate Carol's fondling of Harry's balls. But she was a little surprised how they rolled around and when she tried to catch one which seemed determined to escape, she accidentally pinched it slightly.

"Ow," winced Harry, "that hurt."

"Oh I'm so sorry" cried Lois, "I didn't mean to."

"It will be ok" said Carol, "just give him a few seconds and he will be alright."

Lois continued to apologise profusely and then she noticed, "Oh Carol he's gone all soft again, I haven't damaged any thing have I?" 

"Are you alright Harry?"

"Yes" He reassured her, "it was only a little knock, it's stopped hurting now."

Lois looked doubtful but Carol with a wicked grin intervened. "He's fine now and it will at least give me the chance to show you how to fix the problem."

She bent her head forward and taking Harry's very limp cock in her hand popped it into her mouth. At first she was able to take in the whole of his cock, but almost instantly he began to stiffen, then as she licked and sucked, it started to push against the back of her throat forcing her to retreat up his shaft. In very little time at all Carol was able to release him.

"There" she said "look at that, good as new, works every time. Do you want to try it, it's really good."

Lois was cautious, "um, I don't think so."

"Go on, you'd enjoy it."

"I don't know, umm, not today anyway, maybe some other time." Although Lois was intensely curious, she did not want to do something else wrong and make a fool of herself.

"Ok" said Carol laughing, "maybe some other time, but now let's have a change. Lois you lie in the middle Harry on your left, time to get Lois ready for the main event. Harry, you concentrate on her boobs and I'll do the rest, ok?" 

Without waiting for a response Carol kissed Lois gently whilst caressing her. Harry followed her lead taking Lois' other breast in his hand and fondling her carefully. Her nipple started to firm beneath his fingers surprising him slightly with both its size and stiffness. Carol then kissed her way slowly down Lois' body until her lips met the breast opposite Harry. She flicked out her tongue, playfully at first, then more deliberately before taking Lois' nipple into her mouth and sucking, first gently, then much harder, so hard in fact Harry was surprised. He moved to imitate Carol, and within a few seconds Lois was catching her breath as her two lovers both pleasured her. Lois cradled their heads to her breasts they continued this for some time and then Carol's hand ventured across Lois' belly and into the dark curls. Her fingers moved rhythmically, steadily, and a sudden gasp from Lois announced that they had found their target. 

Lois pressed ever so gently down on Carol's head and she responded, understanding immediately. She climbed between Lois' legs, first she kissed her belly then the insides of her thighs before penetrating the dark forest of curls to replace her fingers. Her tongue moved slowly at first and regularly, bringing an immediate sigh of pleasure from Lois.

Harry was torn between his fascination with the scene in front of him and his own involvement. He continued to lick and suck steadily while also fondling the breast which Carol had vacated. Every now and then he would sneak a look to see what Carol was up to.

Lois had started to move against the probing tongue of Carol and her breathing was becoming ragged. Slowly, almost imperceptibly Carol's tempo increased, licking and sucking in turn on her partner. After what seemed an age to Harry, Lois started to buck uncontrollably and a long gasping moan escaped as her orgasm hit. She threshed around almost uncontrollably but gripped Harry tightly to her as Carol raised her head and just rested on her partner's belly. It took much longer than Harry had expected for Lois' orgasm to finish and when she had, she turned to both of her lovers and hugged and kissed each in turn. 

"Mmm that was wonderful, just wonderful."

"Right, intervened Carol after a few moments, now it's your turn Harry."

He manoeuvred himself quickly between Lois' legs.

"Are you ready," he asked unnecessarily.

Lois smiled and nodded.

He moved forward penetrating first the thick mass of dark curls and then splitting apart the plump lips of her labia. He hesitated a moment.

"Come on," Lois encouraged, all traces of inhibition gone.

Harry sank his cock into her in a single long slow movement. She felt so smooth so hot and soaking wet. It was fantastic. He started to move slowly in and out. He was conscious straight away that he would not last long, but thought he could keep going if he didn't speed up too much. He had reckoned without Lois, however, who after a few strokes started to respond, a little mistimed and inexpertly, but none the less effective for that. She rose to meet each of his thrusts.

Then Carol sensing he was close cried out, "go on Harry let her have it, give her all you've got, fill her up." At the same moment Lois instinctively threw her legs around him, pulling him in tight.

That was it, the cum poured from Harry, surge after surge, he drove into her so deep and held her tight as it seemed his orgasm would never stop. It did of course eventually, and Harry slumped forward, temporarily exhausted.

"Wow," exclaimed Carol, "he's never cum like that for me. You'll be full of it."

From beneath Harry the muffled voice of a slightly squashed Lois mumbled, "Was that ok, did I do alright?" 

Harry raised himself slightly, "You were marvellous, fantastic"

Lois smiled delightedly, and at that point Carol intervened grinning, "Lois, you can let go of him now."

Lois giggled, suddenly aware that her legs were still tightly wrapped around Harry, she released him and he withdrew from her carefully.

Carol immediately grabbed a couple of pillows. "Put these under your butt and keep your legs together, those little wrigglers may as well have some help from gravity and we don't want you leaking all over the place."

For a while the three of them just lay back cuddling each other, not saying much but just taking in what had happened. Lois was enjoying her own contentment. She had never doubted she would go through with it once she had made her mind up; her main concern had been to avoid doing something stupid. Her enjoyment of the experience had caught her completely by surprise.

Carol's feelings were mainly of relief, she knew logically that Lois was very strong and was so matter of fact that she invariably coped with the most difficult situations, however, that had no effect at all on the emotional debt Carol felt towards her partner and the need Carol had to look after her.

As for Harry he was feeling in turns, firstly cocky, then intrigued and finally curiously humbled. Cocky? Well who wouldn't be in the circumstances. He was intrigued in particular by Lois, initially he had assumed that Carol was the dominant personality but had clearly seen that although she had the most to say, it was her much quieter partner who took the lead when difficult issues had to be dealt with. Finally he felt humble and oddly privileged, because he had witnessed at first hand the obvious love the women had for each other, and he had recognised and accepted his own more circumscribed role.

"Now," announced Carol, "I'm going to the bathroom, be back in a minute."

"Harry," Lois enquired immediately she had gone, "when Carol said earlier, about you coming two or three times, was that right?"




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"Uh, yes, why, what are you getting at?"

"Are you ready yet; to do it again I mean?"

"Well I could be," said Harry smiling, and looking at his very limp cock. "He just needs a bit of encouragement to get going."

"Good, because I think it's time I started giving some of the orders and if it's ok with you I think it's time Carol got hers. You ok with that? Good," she responded to his nod, "then leave it to me to sort her out."

As if on cue, Carol reappeared.

"Carol, Harry tells me he's almost ready for round two".

"Oh yes, but how about you?"

"Today," responded Lois from left field "I looked it up on the internet and it said that when a man comes he produces zillions of sperm. You said that Harry comes perhaps twice as much as the average guy. On that basis there must be an awful lot of the little devils wriggling around inside me right now. It isn't going to make a huge difference to double up on that so we have decided Miss Bossy Boots that you're it."

"Oh," said Carol, for once almost lost for words. "Are you sure?"

"We're sure," they chorused laughing."

"First" said Lois sternly, "you can get down on your hands and knees and do a repeat of that repair job that you showed me earlier."

Carol needed no second bidding, within a second or so she had Harry's cock in hand and her tongue and lips busily employed. In very little time it was clear that her skilled ministrations were bringing him to life again. "Hmm, I think I'll call his cock Lazarus" declared Carol mischievously, "I've raised him from the dead."

"Harry," interrupted Lois "just don't let her make you come yet ok, I want her to have a bellyful of cum, but not through her mouth. Harry nodded, concentrating grimly as Carol alternated between slowly licking up and around his shaft with long deep sucking, starting from the head and working slowly down. Then Carol really began to put the pressure on by taking his balls in her left hand and scratching ever so lightly behind them on his perineum. That would have soon proved too much, but Lois came to his rescue instructing Carol, "leave his balls alone, I want to see you make yourself come, now get on with it."

Carol complied, balancing herself carefully as she began to frig herself and suck Harry's cock simultaneously. Harry then noticed out of the corner of his eye that Lois too had buried one hand between her own legs and was working on herself. Carol's blow job skills were impaired slightly by her divided concentration, but it was not long before Harry had to remember Lois' injunction not to cum yet. He drew back, leaving Carol to frig herself to climax.

"Harry get ready, get behind her," cried Lois. Ready for what Harry was not quite sure, but he soon found out. "Now Harry, give her big fat ass a good smack, she deserves it for ordering us about." He did so, a little tentatively. 

"No, harder than that, make it sting. "That's better" she enthused as his second effort produced a pink hand shaped mark immediately. "Now keep it going." Harry was a quick learner, his hand smacked into Carol's big white butt stingingly, rhythmically. Smack, smack, smack, smack, it turned gradually a bright pink, then red, almost on fire. Both the women continued to frig themselves at a furious pace now. Suddenly Carol's climax was on her she shook and trembled as it hit. "

"Now Harry, fuck her, fuck the bitch, fuck her like a dog."

Harry was onto Carol in an instant and drove into her to the hilt. This was no genteel love making, He fucked her with an animal savagery. As he did he could feel the contractions of her climax gripping at his cock but in truth all that possessed him now was the need to bury himself within her and deliver the load of semen he had for her. In less than a minute he erupted noticing even at that moment that Lois was climaxing too. Once again it seemed for a few moments as though the surges of semen were inexhaustible but eventually they did end. Carol collapsed slowly, spread eagled on the bed under his weight.

Surprisingly, but perhaps not, it was the flattened Carol who broke the silence. "Remind me to boss you guys around again sometime; that was phenomenal. Harry love, can you get off me now, carefully, I'm a bit tender. I think I'll lie on my stomach for a minute or two."

The three lovers lay there for a long time just cuddling taking in and enjoying the affection each felt for the others. It was a good time.

Eventually Carol roused herself, "Harry, Lois and I are going to take a shower if you can wait a few minutes" Carol took the shower in the en suite while Lois went to the second bathroom. Carol chattered to Harry as she disappeared under a cloud of steam. "What time will you be able to see us tomorrow?"

"It will have to be about six thirty replied Harry, and we will have to be quick, because I have promised Aunt Diane to help rearrange some equipment at the church hall. It's something to do with a special meeting they are having there on Friday".

"That is definitely fine for me but I'll have to make sure Lois is here on time, because she often doesn't finish work until later."

"Don't you worry about me, I'll be here" confirmed Lois, walking back into the room.

Harry looked up and was immediately struck by the fact that when Lois was smiling and happy, as she was at that moment, she really was a very pretty woman. With that thought in his mind he grabbed his clothes and headed for the shower. 

"Use the white towels behind the door."

When he emerged a few minutes later, Carol had made coffee for herself and Lois and had remembered his preference for tea. They ran over the arrangements for the next day again, after which Harry said he would have to be going. Lois stood up and gave him a simple kiss and said, "thank you Harry," but the expression in her eyes and face said so much more.

Carol escorted him to the door. "I don't know how to say it Harry but thank you and especially thank you for being so good with Lois, that means the world to me."

Harry said nothing but just took her in his arms and kissed her gently.

"Oh and Harry one last thing."

"Yes?"

"Get your hands off my ass, it's still glowing."

To be continued...



Educating Harry Ch. 04



Responses to the first three chapters have been good and helpful but I am a comments whore and always on the lookout for more! Anything you want to say whether you love it or hate it, please don't hesitate

More Australianisms
Mobile   = cell phone.
Cricket Test = an international match played over five days.
Wharfie   = longshoreman or docker.



Harry started his ute and set off for his Aunt Diane's house. Although it was a short run he stopped for a minute or so at a convenient lay by. His intention was to check the messages on his mobile phone and make arrangements for any jobs that needed to be scheduled for the next day. He did this from the ute because experience had taught him that if his schedule was not already organised, his aunt, in truth his great aunt would soon come up with plenty of tasks for him as support staff for her myriad of community interests. Most people's first impression of Harry's Aunt Diane was of a genteel tea drinking widow, who gave the impression to the unwary of being just a sweet old lady muddling through the twilight of her life. Her good friend and chief assistant, the retired Colonel Menzies knew her better, "mind like a steel trap Harry m'boy, more organising ability than the general staff, pointless arguing with her, I just get on with it."

The first couple of messages were just small routine jobs that would only take an hour or so each, but the third was from Maria Bunce who asked him to phone her as she had 'quite a big job for him.' Harry searched in the glove box and found the phone number she had given him.

Her phone rang

"Hello, Maria Bunce," she announced

"Hi, it's Harry,"

"Oh hello Harry, how are you."

"Good, what can I do for you?"

"I have a job for you, do you know my place at all?" then without waiting for a response she continued, "I have an old brick built shed at the back of the block, I want to get it demolished. There are also extensive tumbledown walls which need to be removed."

"It sounds like a fairly big job" said Harry dubiously, "I might not have the right equipment."

"I think you will find that it is more straight forward than it sounds. It's quite low and most of the work could be done from the ground, why don't you come and have a look at it and see what you think?"

"Ok, how would tomorrow at about five to five thirty suit you?"

"That will be fine, I'll see you then."

"Ok, bye," she rang off.

There was only one other message, a text from Carol, 'Tomorrow 6.30, don't be late.'

Harry grinned and reflected for the first time on the evening's events. Reflection wasn't something he was given too much. Harry was unusual for his age in his remarkable intellectual ability but emotionally he was a typical almost twenty years old. He was focused about himself and his ambitions but outside of that he tended to take life as it was served up. His brief interlude with Alice had been great and although he didn't rationalise it he wouldn't have felt right if he had re-started his relationship with Carol before Alice had left.

But she had left and he had responded to Carol's insistence. Lois had been a hugely unexpected bonus. He smiled to himself, Lois really intrigued him, and he had completely misread her character based on the opinions of others. They had claimed she was blunt to the point of rudeness and was cold in her attitude. Harry had certainly found that she was very matter of fact but had decided that the reports had been pretty unfair, though he did concede to himself; he had seen a very different side of her. He decided that he liked her, and as an added thought confided quietly to himself, 'Harry, you are a seriously lucky guy.'

As it happened, his aunt was not there when he got back; she had left a note to say that she was out and would see him in the morning. Harry made himself a snack and settled down to watch the last hours play of the Cricket Test which, because it was in Perth didn't finish until past nine o'clock eastern time. Australia weren't doing too well but the next thing Harry realised was that a repeat of a cop drama was showing 'so' he thought, 'must have dozed off, perhaps Carol and Lois were a bit more exhausting than I thought.' Reminding himself that there would be a repeat performance in less than twenty four hours he decided, 'better have an early night'. Within ten minutes he was fast asleep, untroubled by either dreams or conscience.

The following morning, his Aunt Diane having demolished an enormous breakfast that might have intimidated a wharfie settled down to read the newspaper. After a few minutes she put it down.

"Harry, I'm told that you are going to do a job for Maria Bunce."

"Now who told you that" replied Harry, not the least surprised his aunt knew as much as he did.

"Maria herself, to be precise she told me she was going to ask you, although she seemed to pretty much take it for granted that you would do it for her."

Harry was vaguely irritated, he remembered when he first met Maria that she had been rather assertive, unnecessarily so, he had thought. "She's a bit ahead of herself, I haven't even seen it yet, nor have I given her a quote. I'm not even sure that I want to or whether I will be able to do the job."

"I understand" said his aunt, ignoring his peevishness, "but I know quite a lot about that building, we used to play in the paddock behind the house when I was a child and I remember the stables being built, or half built would be more accurate."

"Tell me about it," suggested Harry, knowing that was her intention.

"The stables were built a few years after the war a little before I went to Uni. Mr Lalor the owner thought he could make money having a livery close to town. Like all his schemes it never came to anything, partly because he thought he could do the building himself. After the war there was a major shortage of building materials, in particular, cement was almost unobtainable. Not to be deterred, Mr Lalor got hold of some recycled bricks and decided to use old fashioned lime mortar. I don't know why but it turned out the mortar was no good and as soon as we had some heavy rain the walls started to collapse. He gave up soon after that so I expect a lot of what you will find will just be a pile of old bricks and slates."

"It will be a terrible muddle after all these years then" suggested Harry.

"Possibly" she continued, "but that isn't the interesting bit; right next to the stables, in fact joining them is a much older building about twenty metres square. That was the original house on the site and it dates back to the 1850's or so. It still looks quite sound. Mr Lalor used it as a shed to store all sorts of odds and ends until one day he got a notion in his head that someone was stealing his things. The silly man decided he would stop the imaginary burglars so he welded steel shutters over all the windows. The two small doors were bricked up and he bolted shut the big steel door at the front. That one had been enlarged previously to get equipment in and out. Then he died, Mr Lalor I mean, and Maria tells me that the place is still completely locked up, it's never been opened in sixty years, and so whatever was locked in all those years ago should still be there."

"Huh," snorted Harry "it'll probably be a load of old rubbish."

"I don't know, wait and see, Mr Lalor was reputed to be quite a hoarder."

"I think you're curious to find out what's there."

"Well I must admit I am. It isn't often that you get the chance to see a fragment of your childhood again, so yes I am rather intrigued."

Harry got up to clear the table. "By the way" his aunt added looking over her newspaper, "show Billy Thomson a sample of the slates and bricks, he might be interested in them."

"Ok" grinned Harry, "do you think that between you and Maria Bunce I'll be well enough organised."

"Get used to it," his aunt sniffed indelicately, "men do things, and women tell them how, how much, when and where."

"But not why" grinned Harry.

"Why not indeed," concluded his aunt smiling sweetly .She got up to leave but turned back as she went through the door, "and you won't forget that you are helping out in the church hall this evening, seven thirty I think we said."

For the rest of the morning Harry spent two hours catching up with Emails. There was a long one from Alice. Essentially it detailed her journey and every waking minute since her arrival in Chicago. She was clearly getting on well with her cousins and Harry could almost sense her enjoyment. 'Was it only a week ago that she was here?'

He finished his Emails and rang Billy Thomson. "G'day Harry, how are you, your aunty said you might ring; what can I do for you?"

Harry explained, "I have been asked to do a small demolition job and there may be some old slates and bricks you might like to recycle. They're the remains of an old shed on Maria Bunce's property but I haven't seen it yet so I don't know what sort of condition they're in or how many there are."

"Ah yes" replied Billy, "I know exactly where you mean, the shed and walls in Mrs Bunce's lower paddock, it was built with hand made bricks which were made by the convict labour 150 years ago. They were recycled from the old water mill when that was demolished in about 1950. "If they're any good I'll be glad to buy 'em. I'm doing an extension job on the Town Hall and they're keen for me to use original and identical materials. I've got some old bricks and slates but not enough to do the whole job. When are you going up there to sort the job out?" 

"I have arranged to see Maria Bunce at five this afternoon to have a look at what's needed"

"Ok" pondered Billy, "mmm, I might drop by to have a look meself, Will that be ok? Mrs Bunce won't mind me just turning up?"

"No of course she won't mind," Harry reassured him, suspecting, and mischievously half hoping that she might just think it was a bit of an imposition. 

Harry arrived at Maria's home pretty much on time, just after five. He had had a light day with only a couple of lawn mowing jobs in the afternoon which had given him time to grab a shower before setting out for his appointment.

"Hi," Maria greeted him, "I have just got home myself, how are you?"

"Good" responded Harry with a grin. Now where is this job?"

"Hang on a second while I change my shoes"

Harry spent a few moments surveying Maria's property. The house was positioned at the top of a hill thirty metres back from the road and at the rear sloped down about five hundred metres to the small river which eventually flowed through the centre of Hawksworth. He guessed the land was about eight hectares or so. Not far from the river just up the slope he could see part of the roof of a building; that was probably the one she had spoken of. Not much else was visible through the gum trees which were quite thick on the upper slopes. 

Maria reappeared. "Like your outfit" grinned Harry cheekily.

Maria pirouetted "Well it's different" she laughed. She was wearing the same cream linen skirt with matching blouse she had on when he arrived but had changed her black high heels for a pair of green rubber boots. "I thought we would walk down and while you're sizing up the job I want to check the bottom fence just back from the river. The ground can be a bit wet down there."

She stepped out and Harry had to be quick for a few paces to catch up with her. She took a shorter footpath through the woodland away from the track which ran alongside the fence. "Harry, I didn't think to ask whether you would have time to do this job; I know you are staying with your Aunt, but for how long?"

"Oh I'll be here until at least early February, three to four months. I have taken over Freddie Millers lawn mowing and handy man run for three months whilst he goes back to England to see his family. Freddie is sort of semi- retired so there isn't all that much to do, plenty of time for other things."

"And do you give a good service? do a good job? come on time? always give your clients what they want?"

Taken aback for a moment by her playfulness Harry replied. "I hope so, I haven't had any complaints"

They emerged through the trees into a clearer area. In front of them was a substantial brick building. This was the old house and although it had been locked up for many years it looked sound. On the left hand side extending for five metres or so was a low slate roofed shed which continued as two thick parallel walls for another twenty five metres. These walls had been exposed to the weather and the mortar had washed away in many places and that which was left was obviously soft.

"Where are the slates asked Harry?"

"They are still in the finished part of the shed; most of the roof was never built. They have been stored there for years."

"Ok" said Harry, effectively dismissing her, "if you want to go and check that fence I'll take a few minutes working out roughly how many bricks and slates there are here."

Maria was only gone for five minutes and she soon returned. Harry was sitting on a broken down part of the wall.

"D'you think you can do it?" she asked.

"Oh yes, it's much more straightforward than I thought it would be. The slates only need transporting so most of the work will be extracting, cleaning and stacking the bricks."

"Now who is this?" interrupted Maria; Billy's ancient Holden ute was coming very slowly down the track towards them.

"It's Billy, Billy Thompson the builder, I told him what you had here and asked him if he would be interested in taking the bricks and slates away."

"But I thought you would do that."

"My ute's not strong enough. Billy can send down one of his trucks and we can stack it all on pallets."

"But why do you need pallets?"

Harry didn't have time to answer as Billy's ute lurched to a halt. "G'day Harry" said Billy "ow are yer goin, G'day Mrs Bunce, don't think we've met. That's me" he announced, jabbing a bony finger at his name painted on the side of his ute"

"Hello Mr Thompson, Harry tells me he thought you might take the bricks and slates away."

"Yeah" confirmed Billy, "now Harry what have we got here?"

"At least 1800 slates and lord knows how many bricks and most of it especially the slates are in pretty good order"

"Excuse me Mr Thompson," interjected Maria, "but how much do you propose this will cost?"

Billy did not answer straight away; unhurriedly he flipped the lid from his tobacco tin and started to roll a cigarette. "Well" he said eventually "that depends, I reckon the same price as was used for the Town Hall contract would be fair." Billy then licked the paper carefully, put the roll up behind his ear and waited for her response.

"Mmmm" replied Maria cautiously, "and what was that price?"

Billy responded coolly, "$4.50 per slate and $1.80 per brick"

"You must be mad, I'm not paying anything like that sort of money... but hey, what are you two up to?" Maria had suddenly realised that both Billy and Harry had huge grins on their faces.

"Go on Harry, you tell Mrs Bunce" chortled Billy.

"Maria," explained Harry .These bricks and slates are not rubbish. The bricks were originally hand made by the convicts when the town was established a hundred and fifty years ago. They are non standard size, not quite regular in shape and are an exact match with the type Billy is using to extend the Town hall. 

"Oh... so are you are saying you will pay for them?"

Billy nodded, still enjoying his joke.

"But why so much for the slates? if Harry's right about the numbers involved, that's over $8000."

"Yup" agreed Billy, "They're Welsh you see, best you can get"

Harry interjected, "You can tell they're Welsh slates by the colour. They were imported at the same time as the bricks were made. Roofing materials were short in the colonial days and they used slates as ballast on the return journey in the ships which had exported wool to England."

"So my pile of rubbish is actually worth something then... well I feel a bit of an idiot" said Maria laughing "but the pain's not so bad if I get paid for it, but hang on, how do I know you are offering me a fair price?"

Billy grinned again, "If it was down to me I wouldn't have done" he claimed mournfully, "but Harry's Aunty she said, "don't you go ripping that young lady off Billy Thompson or I'll sort you out. Fierce woman is Harry's Aunty," pondered Billy but in an affectionate tone which belied his words.

"Any slates which are damaged or need trimming I can't deal with" added Billy "but if Harry is careful getting them out this lot might be worth ten or twelve thousand all up."

As he spoke Billy picked up a couple of bricks from the ground then apparently satisfied tossed them back into the grass. A second later he swore, "well I'm buggered, look at him go." 

'Him' was a big Eastern Brown snake, almost three metres long and thick as an arm. Disturbed by the brick thrown into the grass the snake shot between Billy and Harry heading for the long grass. Unfortunately its escape route was also straight between Maria's feet.

Harry noticed immediately the deathly pallor on Maria's face, but he was not quick enough to prevent her legs folding beneath her as she collapsed in a dead faint. He did however grab her and stop her hitting her head. 

"Bloody hell" swore Billy again, "he didn't bite did he?" 

"No" said Harry, "she's just fainted, now give me a hand," Harry was struggling to hold the dead weight of Maria.

The old builder stood behind her supporting her in a sitting position. "Now Harry shove her skirt up a bit and push her head down between her knees. That's right, hold on to her hair, that'll stop her flopping about"

"You reckon she'll be ok" enquired Harry after a few seconds. "Yeah" responded Billy laconically, "she'll soon come round, I've seen blokes on building sites go down like they was shot when they came close to a snake, some people just can't stand 'em."

"Can we take her back up to the house in your ute?" suggested Harry.

"No" grinned Billy who was beginning to enjoy the minor crisis "there's only a drivers seat in the front and the tray's full of tools."

"Ok" said Harry. "Look, if I hang onto her perhaps you could go up and get my ute and we could then take her up in that."

"Yeah" agreed Billy taking the keys, "that'll give her a minute or two to come round too. We might have trouble trying to get her on her feet straight away, she's a big lump of a girl; but first let's prop her up against that low bit of wall then you'll only have to stop her falling sideways." Harry and Billy achieved this by lifting her under her arms and unceremoniously dragging the unconscious Maria on her backside the short distance. Harry then sat down with her to hold her steady.

Billy set off and Harry checked his watch. It was almost five forty. After a minute or two he heard Billy's ute stop and a minute or so later the engine of his own fired up. At the same moment Maria started to stir. "What happened" she mumbled, she was shaking like a leaf.

"No don't try to get up yet" replied Harry as she struggled , "a snake went between your legs and you fainted, you'll be ok in a minute, Billy's gone to fetch my Ute, we'll take you up to the house when he gets back." 

Maria was silent for a few moments her brain still fuzzy, "That snake, it was horrible, I can't stand them, can't stand them" she repeated." She shook some more, wrapped her arms around Harry's neck and hung on tightly. She then lapsed into silence again just as Billy reappeared on the track with the ute. Within a minute he had drawn to a halt next to them.

"Now" said Harry, "we are going to get you into the ute. Do you think you can stand up?"

"I think so" but as soon as she got to her feet, Maria's head spun. She grabbed Harry crushing him to her, his face almost disappearing between her breasts."




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"Hang on mate," called Billy flinging the door open, "lower her down steady like, onto the seat. Now strap her in, good... steady... well done, that's the way." 

Harry jumped in beside Maria and Billy started the short journey up to the house. Within a couple of minutes they were there. By this time Maria was steadier and while she hung onto Harry for support she was able to walk slowly into the house. No sooner had they sat her down in the lounge and given her a drink than a car drew into the driveway. It was Susan Tremaine.

"Hello Mrs Tremaine," said a surprised Harry, "I'm glad you turned up, Maria has fainted and she's not a hundred percent yet."

"I know" Susan smiled, "Billy rang me when he was getting your ute; he remembered that I had told him Maria and I were friends." 

"Yeah" confirmed Billy impressed with himself, "now you're here Mrs T. I'd better be off, Harry if you could sort out the details of when you're gonna shift those bricks an' all and let me know, I'll organise the pallets and transport."

Billy stumped off. As he started up his own ute Billy sat back for a moment and grinned to himself, 'By golly Harry Salt, half the population of Hawksworth would' a traded places with you when she grabbed hold of you.' Then he snorted, "ya silly old bugger Billy Thompson," but then he thought again and grinned, 'My bloody oath, if I was thirty years younger.'

Meanwhile Harry was explaining in detail to Susan what had happened and Maria was recovering rapidly. "Sorry she said wanly, "snakes, I never could cope with them and I had already made a fool of myself." Maria started to give Susan a blow by blow account of how Harry and Billy had teased her. 

Harry thought he had better interrupt, "I'm sorry but I have another appointment at six thirty, do you think I could leave Mrs Bunce in your care now?"

"Of course you can" replied Susan warmly "she's already better and we can have a bit of a gossip."

"Good" responded Harry, then as an after thought he added to Maria, "I'll ring you tomorrow to sort out the details of the job we were talking about, you'll be a bit more with it then."

Moments after he had gone Maria turned to Susan," I did faint but when I came round I really wasn't too bad. Harry had set me up; not telling me my rubbish was worth quite a bit. I thought I would get my own back a little, embarrass him, you know what I mean"

"No, I don't what do you mean?" interjected Susan.

"Well when I got up I stumbled a bit then grabbed hold of him for support, I practically strangled him with my boobs. Reaction nil, not a thing, I thought he'd run a mile. Then I was all over him in the ute but it didn't even register; he must really fancy himself."

"Oh come on, you're just annoyed because he teased you."

"Yes I suppose so" admitted Maria, "but he is just so damn sure of himself, he's so certain, that quiet confidence, it gets under my skin, it's irritating. I should be getting under his skin, that's the natural order of things," she said laughing. "I know it's stupid but he has had that effect on me since I first met him, I just feel I want to put one over on him."

"Hmmf," Susan responded, "really," she sniffed, "a woman of your age, now let's forget that and sort you out. You need to get out of that skirt and have a shower, you're in a bit of a pickle and that skirt is a mess When you have freshened up a bit you might like a coffee and a snack."

As Harry left Maria's driveway He glanced at his watch again, twenty past six, plenty of time. Within five minutes he had parked the ute and started the short walk to Carol and Lois' house. They must have seen him coming because Carol opened the door just as he reached for the bell.

"Hello," she smiled "right on time." Without waiting for a reply she added, "we thought we might as well get stuck in straight away," and taking his hand led him upstairs to the bedroom. "Harry's here," she called out and within a second Lois appeared. Lois had obviously arrived just before him and was still in her work clothes of a navy blue suit and cream blouse. 

"Right," asked Lois, "who's going first?" 

"You are" suggested Carol, "then we'll take turns until Harry has to go," she grinned.

"Ok" agreed Lois, immediately undressing, "sorry Harry I didn't say hello, how are you?"

"Good" he responded, and taking his cue from her removed his own clothes.

"Just a moment" she replied, and naked left the room.

We've no time for foreplay" explained Carol, "so Lois has recruited another guy... Mr Jelly, Mr KY Jelly."

Harry laughed, "Ok, well I understand he's a slick operator."

Lois returned and Harry asked," How do you want to do it, any preferences?"

"Um, I'm not sure" said Lois blushing slightly, "maybe the same as you did with Carol last time you were here; sorry" she continued, reddening, "talking about it kinda embarrasses me, though doing it doesn't. Weird isn't it," she smiled.

"Doggy" confirmed Harry, "perhaps you would like to get on your hands and knees then"

"Wait a minute" interrupted Carol, "You're not even hard yet, do you want to do the honours? she asked her partner?

"well I... I'm not sure" hesitated Lois, "maybe you had better do it as we haven't got much time, and I don't want to deprive you" she grinned.

"Alright" said Carol, "but you should try it sometime." She lowered her lips over Harry's cock and at once he felt the familiar sensation of her tongue as it lashed gently followed swiftly by her lips engulfing him as far as she could. 

Carol sucked hard for no more than thirty seconds before Lois interrupted, "come on he's never going to get harder than that."

Carol released him laughing, "once I get started I don't want to stop. Now," added Carol, "do like Harry asked, kneel down on your hands and knees, that's right, on the edge of the bed, now stick your ass out, ok Harry, get that baby maker into her."

Harry complied and with a slight shock realised that his very first contact with Lois on this evening was his cock slipping into her. Strange, but good... very good. He started to move in and out and noticed once again that he wouldn't think of Lois as really tight but as previously it seemed she was holding his cock very firmly. Lois started to respond to his movement pressing back against him the slight bumping caused her breasts to sway slightly, forward and back.

"Is it good Honey?" Carol asked, stroking Lois' hair affectionately.

"Uhggh," confirmed Lois, "so good"

Harry increased the pace, after a rather cool start he too was beginning to feel the excitement. He reached forward grabbing a swinging breast in each hand caressing pulling and pinching her swollen nipples. He was now driving into her hard and Lois pressed back equally strongly. Carol sat next to her partner facing Harry kissing Lois, urging her on. "Go on make him fuck you, harder, empty his balls, make him fill you up. He won't be able to hold back much longer."

Harry was all too well aware that her last claim was true. As he approached his climax he slowed but pushed into her harder than ever, savouring all the pleasure of their movement. Lois sensed it and pressed back against him, preparing herself. "I'm coming," Harry announced unnecessarily as the semen poured from him. Lois braced herself accepting it all gladly. Eventually when he finished Lois slumped forward slightly.

Carol held her tightly, hugging her kissing her passionately as Harry withdrew. "You are wonderful, wonderful," she exclaimed to Lois, "oh I do so love you."

At that moment Harry once again had some vague beginnings of what it meant to Carol that Lois had agreed to try for a baby. He stood there his cock going limp but with at least a faint understanding of the magnitude of the gift Lois was trying to make for her partner. At the time it was merely an observation but when he had time to consider over the following days it was from moments like these that he really began to understand the women's love for each other.

"Now" said Carol collecting her thoughts, "lie down on your stomach, you two have a chat and a cuddle for a few minutes; I'll get you both a drink."

"How did you like that then Lois?" asked Harry.

"Honestly," queried Lois? "At first I thought it was a bit weird that we were having sex but were not all that excited about it, that felt a bit odd, but once I got into it, got a bit worked up I suppose, it was really good.

"And did you prefer doggy?" 

"I don't know really, after all I've only had sex a couple of times. It seemed less personal, not so affectionate but maybe that was tonight's circumstances. I think I'll have to practice a bit more, then maybe I'll let you know." 

They both giggled at these confidences and at that moment Carol re-appeared. "Here we are, just cold sparkling water for now, is that ok? Changing the subject she asked, "when do you think you'll be ready to go again Harry?" 

"As soon as I've had a drink" he said taking a sip.

"In that case" grinned Carol malevolently, it's up to you this time Lois, to get Harry hard again.

"Oh I'm not sure, I'm really not sure I can," demurred Lois, clearly very uncertain.

"Just give it a try" suggested Harry with a smile, "it doesn't take much." 

Lois took his cock in her hand; almost decorously she stroked her hand up and down, then slowly bent her head. Harry felt her warm breath and then the faintest touch of her lips on his shaft. He couldn't see because her head obscured him, he felt her lips again, a little more firmly this time kissing her way, very nervously, but teasingly, exquisitely, slowly up his shaft by tiny fractions to the head. Almost!

"There," cried Lois, "I didn't need to do hardly anything, he's as hard as a rock." She seemed both relieved and excited simultaneously.

"Well you're not obliged to stop" laughed Carol, "but I suppose if Harry's ready. I'll go on top this time" she suggested straddling him. "Lois snuggle up to Harry and watch, I'm going to do the work"

Carol started very slowly. Reaching back she took his cock and directed it towards her vulva. At first he felt just the heat around the head of his cock, then the dampness, then the grip of her muscles as she began to edge down his shaft. She stopped, grinned down at him and raised herself again, almost leaving him. Then hesitating for a second, she started to descend, again she stopped, but a fraction further than before, retreating for a second time. This time Harry pushed upwards to make sure he didn't lose contact.

"Ah ha, naughty boy," said Carol anticipating his move and moving even further away before finally relenting and starting her slow descent again. "Does Harry's cock want me? I think he does," she answered her own question, engulfing him just a little further, "but then again maybe not," as she stopped and backed off once more. 

"Please Carol, please," protested Harry. 

"Please" grinned Carol, "that's what I'm doing, just what I please, do you think I should do anything else Lois?"

"Oh no" agreed Lois, "please yourself, pleasure yourself even." 

Harry bucked again almost involuntarily; "Oh no, we can't have that" Carol responded, "Lois, I need you help, just reach behind me, grip his balls in your hand, that's it, not too tight, but enough to stop him jumping about."

The women now had him firmly and literally in hand, excited that there was little Harry could do at all and even more excited that they could take or give pleasure as they chose. Carol again moved down on Harry's cock but this time using her muscles to grip and relax repeatedly. Eventually, and it seemed like an age to Harry she had impaled herself completely. "Now for something a little different" grinned Carol, "watch Harry's face Lois, he won't be able to take this for long," and with that she started to roll her big ass in small circles while remaining tightly pinned on his cock.

For Harry the feeling was sensational but after a minute or so he cried out "don't stop oh please don't stop now," but stop Carol did. "Lois" she said, "Harry really seems to like that but he doesn't know the half of it yet" and with that she resumed her grinding rotation around Harry's cock. Again it felt exquisite to him but he couldn't move an inch with Lois holding his balls firmly in one hand. Carol's self control too was beginning to waiver slightly, but not so much that she couldn't increase the pressure even more. She added to her grinding movement by strongly constricting then relaxing her vaginal muscles simultaneously.

"Oh God I can't take it please let me come"

Carol continued teasing then relaxing, each time she stopped Harry protested, but the women continued their torture. Eventually Carol realised Harry really was desperate to come and she cried out, "Let him go Lois, let him come." Lois did, Harry's balls tightened immediately and with a single upward thrust his semen burst into Carol's womb. Harry shut his eyes in pleasure and relief as he poured into her and on opening them looked up to see Lois and Carol embracing passionately in triumph with what they had done. After a minute or so they broke apart and looked down on him grinning.

"Well how was that Harry," laughed Lois, "do you like having us women in charge."

Harry gave the right answer, "I like you women, I like having women, and I like women in charge. Sometimes," he added laughing.

For a few minutes they relaxed chatting about this and that. Carol then suggested "We need to make arrangements for tomorrow. I won't be here because I have a business appointment in Tamworth I can't avoid."

"So Harry" Lois suggested, "would you be able to call in and see me in my office about one o'clock. I have prepared some papers for you to look at which will be important if you make me pregnant. That shouldn't take too long and I have reserved two hours." 

"Ok" agreed Harry, he already knew what Lois had in mind because Carol had mentioned before that they should make it very clear that it was the women's intention to take sole responsibility for any child.

"And I'll ring you tomorrow evening" Carol added, "so we might be able to get together again at the shop the following day. That computer is still giving me trouble," she laughed. "Now you had better have a quick shower and get moving You're due at your next appointment in fifteen minutes."



To be continued.



Educating Harry Ch. 05



Thank you to those readers who have responded, particularly by pm and email which have been more than I expected. Your opinions are welcomed. This is now the 5th part in what will be a twenty part series.

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Harry strolled through the doors of the Church hall almost exactly on time. There were a dozen or so people milling around. His Aunt Diane spotted him, "Ah Harry, now the minister is around somewhere, he can show you what needs to be done, where has he disappeared to?" Failing to locate the Reverend William Llewellyn-Jones, she recruited his wife instead, "Trixie, do you know what it is that your husband wants Harry to sort out?"

"I think so," the response came from the small, slightly pneumatic blonde standing next to her, "Shall I show Harry."

"If you would, thank you."

"Hi Harry," Trixie greeted him, we haven't seen you here for a while," she led him up onto the stage. "Here it is; it's a bit of a muddle."

"What happened?" asked Harry, grinning.

"It was the Misses Perkins, you know, the two elderly ladies who volunteered to clean the hall. Apparently their dad told them, years ago when they were children, that all plugs should be pulled out for safety, so they did and they pulled out every one, and now we don't know where they all go."

Harry was looking not just at the power cables but all the cables belonging to at least a dozen computers plus the youth groups disco and sound system. "This won't take long, he told Trixie, "But when will the computers be used next."

"Not for another two weeks. They're used by Mr Benson's adult education classes, so it won't be until the next session starts. He won't be happy if he comes back to this muddle." 

"Ok, what I'll do this evening then, is match each machine to its cables, tie them together, then come back after your event this weekend and put everything out ready for Mr Benson, and you had better suggest to the Misses Perkins that they needn't pull out all the cables in future." 

"Oh I'll get William to do that, he has a way with the older ladies," she smiled, and left Harry to get on with it.

In less than half an hour Harry had everything sorted out into separate bundles. Only a few people were left, including his aunt and the minister with his wife. "Oh hello Harry he said, I didn't see you come in."

"That's because you weren't here," Harry grinned.

"Yes I suppose you're right, are you playing cricket this summer?" the minister continued, changing the subject completely.

"No I'm not; too many small jobs at weekends mean I wouldn't be available. You'll have to carry the batting again."

One of the things which had endeared the young minister, to the male part of his congregation at least, was the fact that the absent minded Reverend William was easily the best batsman to play for the Hawksworth club in years. They might not be bothered about his sermons, but his surprising ability with a bat had turned the club from also-rans to contenders in the last two seasons.

"Hmm," responded William, "well if I don't see you at cricket, perhaps we'll see you at church a little more often."

"Yes," interjected his aunt, agreeing mischievously, "if Harry gets all his jobs done on Saturdays, he will have more time for church on Sundays."

"We'll see," grinned her nephew, adding with exaggerated concern, "if aunt Diane is feeling particularly frail on a Sunday, I'll make sure she gets here safely; but," he continued, "for my own part I have rather lost interest, to be honest there are a lot of things the church teaches that I just don't think make an awful lot of sense any more." 

"Humph," responded his aunt, "some of you young people just think a bit too much sometimes. Now, we should be going, Harry I need you to take me home, I've left my car in Town for a service tomorrow."

She rose and the rest of the group took that as their lead that the evening was over. On the drive home Diane commented, "You know Harry, William will take that to heart what you said about not believing all the teachings. Poor William, he doesn't understand that the main reason people attend church is for the comfort, the companionship, and community of people like themselves, rather than what they might read in a book. So far as he's concerned you're half way to being a heathen. If I know William he'll be trying to convert you...serves you right," she concluded with satisfaction. 

"It was a bit thoughtless of me I suppose," he conceded, "William can be a bit earnest sometimes. What's his wife like? I have never really had much to do with her"

"Trixie," his aunt replied, "could have been a disaster but she isn't. She met William when he was a chaplain doing social work in Sydney. An odd couple, he has more degrees and qualifications than he will ever need, whereas she finished school at sixteen; but she has more common sense in her little finger than he has in his whole body. He came from quite a well known and fairly wealthy family, but she appears to have no family at all. Some people," she added ominously, "some people... people, who should know better, said some very nasty things about Trixie when she and William first arrived." 

"What sort of things?"

"Oh things like, 'she's no better than she should be; what did she do for a job?' Where is her family, is she ashamed of them? Marjorie Lukis came straight out and said Trixie was a tart; I soon sorted them out. I told Marjorie in front of plenty of other women that Trixie could hardly help it if she was a sight more attractive than the people criticising her."

"Sounds as though you enjoyed yourself," laughed Harry.

"I did," his aunt confessed, "but it's what Trixie has done here that really counts, I'm not interested in her past, whether she has one or not. She has worked hard to help her husband and she has been smart enough not to put any ones nose out of joint by being too pushy. Most of all she clearly adores her husband, which always goes down well in a minister's wife." 

Aunt Diane was more prescient than she knew. Some two hours later Trixie and William had said their prayers and were preparing for bed, "You know darling," William said, "we must do something about Harry. Smart young men like him should be the leaders in our church not doubters." He lapsed into silence, then after a few seconds reflection blurted out; "We must do what we can, everything we can," he emphasised passionately, "with love, with body and mind and soul to bring young men like him back to us, back into the arms of our community."

"Yes William dear," she agreed "we must, now come to bed," and as he turned out the light William might have heard Trixies quiet repetition, "with love, body and soul," but then he might not, for the mind of the Reverend William Llewellyn-Jones was once more occupied with much higher things .

The next morning Harry had just one job lined up. It wouldn't take long so he decided to leave it until later. At nine, judging it not too early, he rang Maria to see how she was.

"Hello."

"Hi, is that Maria? This is Harry."

"No, it's not actually, it's Susan Tremaine."

"Oh I was ringing up to see how Maria was"

"She's fine this morning, I just called in to take her shopping, if you want to speak to her I'll get her to call back when she's out of the shower."

"No that's ok; I'll ring again this afternoon." 

"I'll let her know Harry, it was kind of you to ring, bye for now."

Harry, having been unable to talk to Maria reverted to his original plan. It didn't take long to complete his scheduled job, and as he had time to spare before meeting with Lois, he decided to take a leisurely shower and walk into town. Even so, he was still well ahead of time so decided to grab a coffee and read the paper.

"Excuse me," he was interrupted; it was Bella Mason the High school principal. "Do you mind if I join you for a few seconds."

"Please do, "take a seat, would you like a drink?"

"Thank you, but I have already ordered. I looked up and saw you and it seemed like a good opportunity to tell you that the arrangements for the conference weekend have been confirmed."

"Weekend? but I thought it was a one day conference." 

"Well it was," Bella replied, "but the response has been so overwhelming that an extra day has been added. I hope that won't be a problem for you."

"No, I can easily work around that; after all, it is still six or seven weeks away."

"There is something else which you hadn't bargained for," she added apologetically; Professor Neumann, your old mentor is involved with the organisation and he said he would ask you to make a short presentation, and perhaps if you would take part in one of the panel discussions. He said he would telephone you about it, but I know that he is away for a few days at the moment."

Harry laughed, "It's as well you mentioned it because Fred is just as likely to forget, but that'll be fine, I'll be pleased to help out. I'll ring Fred when he's back to find out exactly what is needed." 

"Oh good," smiled Bella with relief, now you can leave me make the hotel booking, I thought we could drive up to Armidale late on the Friday afternoon, so we will need rooms for Friday and Saturday nights."

"Ok, perhaps you will let me have a copy of the programme in due course, with an outline of what you want me to do."

Their coffee arrived and they spent the next few minutes chatting, which mainly involved Bella telling Harry about how she, an entirely city person was adapting to life in Hawksworth. Eventually, Harry looked at his watch and realised he would have to get moving. "Excuse me," he said, interrupting Bella, "I have another appointment and really must be going."

"I am sorry," Bella replied, "I do not usually chatter on like that, I hope I haven't held you up." 

"No no, not at all," he assured her, "just let me know when you have the conference details."

Bella watched him walk away. She was surprised at herself, surprised that she had told this young man, who was almost unknown to her, so much about herself and her reaction to her new life in Hawksworth, and also surprised that she, normally a fairly reticent personality had so much enjoyed his company, albeit for only a few minutes. "Hmpf," she snorted to herself, "Bella you're behaving like a teenager."

But she walked away with a spring in her step and a slight smile on her lips.

"Hello Harry," Lois greeted him as he was shown into her office, "Thank you for coming to see me. Come and sit down." 

Lois then placed in front of him two documents. "I want you to read these carefully, but before you do I'll explain their intent. They are agreements by you to donate sperm to myself and Carol. It also states, that you agree that you will have no claim at all on any children that may result from this donation. In addition, neither Carol nor I will have any claim against you, either financial or otherwise arising from the donation, or the birth of any child. Now I will leave you for a few minutes so that you can read it thoroughly."

She returned within ten minutes, by which time Harry had read it through twice. 

"Any questions?" 

"Not really, it must have taken you a while to draft this?"

"No it didn't, I got permission to use the document used by a big fertility clinic in Sydney, and I just changed the names. It's what lawyers do, but we don't always tell. Any other points?"

"Why have you put in that both Carol and you are going to pay me fifty dollars? I didn't expect to be paid; in fact I don't want to be."

"It has to be like that Harry; any contract to be legally binding has to involve a consideration, which is usually the payment of money. Now, if you are happy I'll ask you to sign both contracts and Miss Parker our secretary will witness your signature." With that, Lois asked the elderly secretary to come in and the formalities were completed.

As Miss Parker turned to leave, Lois addressed her, "enjoy your afternoon off; I will see you tomorrow morning."

"Now Harry," said Lois laughing as she locked the door to her office, "do you remember what I said?"

"You said something about setting aside two hours for this appointment."

"Yes" she smiled, "I did, because I think I will need at least that to get full value for my fifty dollars."

"Well," replied Harry in the same spirit. "if I am to fulfil my obligations under the contract I think we are both very over dressed, though the white blouse and grey skirt with your hair up does give you a certain sort of prim and proper look, which in its own way is kinda sexy." He moved towards her but she held him back for a second, her palm to his chest.

"So you think that the prim and proper lawyer lady might have something special beneath her starched shirt do you, well... you might find out, but not just yet," she added archly. "I have to check out the goods I bought first," she added, hugging him gently and rubbing his cock through his jeans, "then we might proceed to an initial performance appraisal, and, if that is successful," she broke off as Harry leant forward to kiss her. Lois half responded, but was fumbling too much with his belt and zipper to concentrate effectively. Harry moved to unbutton her blouse but she stopped him, "No no, not yet, I want you undressed first. This was easily accomplished, Lois moved in close and tugged his shirt up as far as she could, and he leant forward to let her pull it off. His jeans came next and as Lois tugged firmly his boxers came down with them.

"Oh what have we got here," she cried, feigning surprise as his cock sprang into view, already erect. She couldn't resist taking it in hand for a few moments, rubbing it slowly up and down as she drew Harry closer.

"Harry," she said, holding him close and becoming quite serious. "I want to try something that I was a bit scared to do with Carol there, well not really scared, but scared of doing it wrong and making a fool of myself."

"What do you mean?"

"I'll show you," she said sinking slowly to her knees in front of him as Harry leant back slightly against the desk behind him.

"Oh," he said, "Oh, that's nice, that's really nice"

Lois kissed his cock, almost chastely, first on its head then slowly, delicately down its length to the base. Harry realised suddenly that her lips had trembled slightly, Lois was nervous; her previous joking had covered it up. She then, equally slowly made her way back to the head of his cock. Carefully, almost surreptitiously her lips parted and she lowered her mouth over just the tip, she was still for a few seconds then Harry felt the lightest brush of her tongue as it flickered quickly, once then twice, almost enquiringly around the head of his cock. Lois looked up; Harry smiled back reassuringly, "That's really nice," he repeated.

Lois resumed her task with a little more confidence, she held the base of his cock in one hand the other gripping his butt, she slowly very carefully moved her mouth further over his cock, all the while lapping and stroking with her tongue, then, after first wetting her lips, she started to move up and down his shaft. For Harry it was exquisite, Lois was clearly no expert, but given her previous reluctance to give him head at all, the pleasure was all the greater for being so unexpected.

She continued, varying slightly, by sucking intermittently, first harder then softer; after perhaps two or three minutes she took a rest for a few moments, looking up she enquired, "how am I doing?'

"Great," confirmed Harry, "great, do you want to do some more or...?"

She replied in a rather serious and deliberate tone, "I want to make you come, I'm going to make you come," then suiting action to her word she lowered her head again. This time she made sure he was thoroughly wet and once again started to suck him in and out, but more vigorously than before, she was becoming more sure of herself. After a minute or two Harry was almost totally lost to the pleasure she was giving him, but quite suddenly Lois changed tack again. Moving much more slowly she moved right down his cock as far as she could, repeating this perhaps a dozen times. Then just a fraction further his cock touched the back of her throat. She coughed slightly and backed off, "Sorry," she mumbled, but without hesitating took him deep into her mouth again.

Now she knew her limits Lois started to suck him in deep and hard. Harry knew he couldn't resist this for long, "Lois you're going to make me come," he panted. Her response made it quite clear what she wanted, she gripped Harry's butt firmly pulling him towards her and sucked even harder than before. "Oh my God," cried Harry, "I'm coming." Semen gushed from Harry, he was completely lost to the pleasure of the moment but Lois hung on almost grimly as he ejaculated deep into her mouth. Then it was all over, and Harry steadied himself. Lois, very carefully, still holding his cock backed off, shutting her lips firmly as she released him. She looked up at Harry for a moment then shutting her eyes, she swallowed. A slight grimace, then Lois looked up again with a triumphant smile, "I did it; I knew I could do it." 

"Lois," Harry responded lamely, "you're amazing," he drew her to her feet hugging her close, "absolutely amazing."

"Surprised you did I," she laughed. "Carol has been telling me how great it is and how really great it is for a guy, so I decided I had to give it a go. Now," she continued, "I think we should recuperate for a few minutes and have a snack. Miss Parker arranged a working lunch for us; it'll probably be on her desk." 

Lois left the room and on her return brought back a small packet, "just sandwiches and soft drinks," she informed him. "Hey why have you put your pants on, we haven't finished yet?"

Harry replied sheepishly, "I would have felt a bit odd sitting in the office of a lawyer, stark naked having lunch whilst you are here next to me looking all prim and proper in your work clothes."

They set to work on the sandwiches, chattering largely about inconsequential things then after a lull in the talk Harry asked. "So was it great for you, y'know like Carol said it would be?" 

"Honestly," replied Lois with a smile, "it probably wasn't, I was concentrating too hard on not messing up to really enjoy it myself, but I did begin to realise that a woman has pretty much got a guy where she wants him, and that's a buzz in itself. Maybe I need a bit more practice," she then added as an afterthought. "I'm not too sure about swallowing though, I can see that it's really good for you but, mmm,' it just seems a bit icky. You don't mind me saying that do you?"

Harry laughed, "Lois you are the most straightforward person, you say exactly what you think, no pretending, it's great. Now, perhaps we should reconvene our 'conference,' this time I'll take charge." He took her hand and led her across to her desk. "It's long been an ambition of mine" he told her, "to take a professional lady, a lawyer would be best, lay her out on her own desk, and fuck her brains out."

"Oh sir," Lois replied with mock gravity, "we do try to give our clients the very best service."

"Good," replied Harry, and kissing her gently he started to un-button her blouse. In only a few seconds her blouse and bra were thrown into a chair and in even less time her skirt and panties joined them. Harry pushed the very few papers to one side and finding a cushion put it under her head and laid her down. His hand stroked the hair back from her forehead, "shut your eyes," he suggested, "dream it's a dream." He kissed her, his lips barely touching, first her forehead then under her ear and as he leant forward his chest brushed gently against her breasts. Harry's hands caressed her, firstly her arms then her hands before returning slowly to her breasts and belly, moving lightly but surely.

Lois felt his kisses move briefly to her nipples but soon, too soon they left, as his lips followed his hands, firstly to her belly then to each of her legs in turn, rubbing gently, fleetingly, she was unsettled as he always moved on, always too soon. Then he reached her feet and taking the first quite firmly he kissed the sole gently, teasing her. Lois groaned, "Please," she faltered "please."




Educating Harry Ch. 05



"Not yet," he whispered, but started to move his hands and lips slowly again back up her legs. He made to move from her thighs to her belly but Lois could bear the slow torture no longer. "No, please," she entreated, as she grasped his head and pushed him down between her opening limbs. His tongue touched, lightly at first but Lois responded immediately, pulling him to her. This time she felt him probing then licking firmly, almost deliberately, upwards. "Oh Harry, Harry, please don't stop," she moaned in pleasure. Harry didn't, he soon found a rhythm, first he licked her up and down repetitively then for a few seconds he took her clitoris between his lips, sucking gently, then more vigorously, then taking a break for a while kissing Lois' labia and thighs.

Lois, however, always drew him back, and despite the breaks it was becoming obvious that her climax was getting closer. Eventually she gasped, "Harry, Harry, keep going, don't stop, please keep going, please." Harry did and was surprised at the suddenness of Lois' climax. She bucked almost uncontrollably as her body convulsed with pleasure. Harry had never experienced such a powerful response before, but he stuck to his task as best he could while Lois threshed about on the desk almost out of control. Her orgasm eventually began to retreat and she gasped, "No more Harry, it's too much, too much now." She pulled him up and held his head tightly against her belly as the convulsions slowly subsided.

Then Lois surprised him yet again. She burst into tears. "Hold me Harry, hold me. He took her into his arms and held her tight, a little mystified. "Sorry Harry, I can't help it" she sniffled into his chest, "it affects me like that sometimes, it's just too much. Sort of emotional overload," she giggled, "hope I didn't scare you. Now," she said "You know what I want; I want you, inside me. I want you to fuck me."

Ninety minutes later as Harry walked into his aunt's driveway he heard the phone ringing. He ran up the steps and through the door only to discover that his aunt was there and had already picked up the call. After a few minutes she turned to him, "it's for you; Maria," she explained, handing him the phone.

"Hello Maria, how are you, ok?"

"I'm fine, I still find it hard to believe that I fainted like that but everything is ok now. I suppose you rang me this morning to find out what I thought of the prices suggested by Billy Thompson. Remind me what they were again."

"$4.50 each for the slates and $1.80 for the bricks."

"That's a huge surprise you know, I didn't realise they were worth anything. I take it your work will be charged separately."

"Yes," replied Harry, "I'll charge my usual hourly rate," and I'll keep a check of the numbers so that you can bill Billy for the bricks and slates. If it's ok with you I'll contact Billy and arrange for one of his drivers to drop off the pallets at the side of the track. I should be able to start the work within a week or so. What I would like, is to do the job either early in the mornings or very late afternoon. We're into October now and it's getting fairly hot, so I would prefer to work in the cooler part of the day."

"That will be fine, just let me know when you're ready to start."

"Ok, will do, 'bye for now." He put the phone down and went to the kitchen to get himself a drink. His aunt had anticipated him and presented him with a cup of tea.

"Maria tells me that you rescued her from a snake"

"Not exactly, she fainted; Billy and I helped her out"

"Hmm, not quite how she tells it, I was beginning to think you were quite the hero after listening to Maria." 

"I can't make her out," confessed Harry. "One minute she is obviously trying to get the upper hand the next she is sort of playful and having a laugh, then talking to you she was clearly exaggerating what really was a fairly trivial incident. Finally on the phone to me she is businesslike, Miss Efficiency personified. I don't understand where she's coming from," he tailed off lamely.

"Harry," asked his aunt smiling and patting his hand gently, "have I ever told you how amazingly stupid you are?"

"What!"

"Yes," Aunt Diane continued sweetly. "Stupid, dumb, obtuse. Shall I explain?"

Without waiting for a reply she continued. "When a woman is consistent logical and keeps to the subject in hand, what you called businesslike you can generally take it that for the moment she is only interested in that subject. When on the other hand she presents different sides of her personality to you, what you described as first dominating, then playful, then flattering and finally businesslike, she has a different agenda."

"What do you mean?" 

"It's not what I mean, it's what she means," replied his aunt. "She's decided she likes you, she is revealing a little of herself to you, not everything, just enough to be interesting, to see how you respond."

"Sounds very manipulative."

"Harry," his aunt scolded, "You're being stupid again; Maria is quite unselfconscious, she is just being herself, she's not thinking about how she responds to you, well maybe she does just a little bit, but she has just taken a fancy to you and her normal responses just kick in."

"Aunt Diane," replied Harry congenially, "if I didn't know that you are the smartest woman in this town by a mile, I would reckon that you are, umm' perhaps losing it a bit."

"Do you young man, Do you," his aunt replied with asperity, "Well I'll tell you one final thing about Maria, indeed it applies to almost all women. She has an aspect to her personality you'll probably never see, 

"Oh yeah what's that?" 

"She's vulnerable."

"Vulnerable! You have to be kidding. Maria!"

'Yes," insisted his aunt, "vulnerable. She's looking for love, not just to receive it but give it as well. Why do you think that so many women fall for the most hopeless, helpless and frequently useless, downright unpleasant men? The need to love is women's Achilles heel, at least it is in a world half populated by men: stupid men," she concluded acidly.

"And Harry, some men work that out for themselves, others, the stupid ones," she concluded sweetly "either never know, or if they're lucky, someone tells them." 

Harry grinned as he got up to go to his room, "I don't know whether to take any notice of a word you have said."

As she watched his retreating back his aunt Diane allowed herself a self congratulatory smile and confided very quietly to herself, "you will Harry, you will."

Harry spent a while making phone calls to confirm jobs for the next day then checking his emails of which there were only a few. Then picking up a book he stretched out on the bed and read for a while. However, he found himself not concentrating too well and constantly reverted to thinking about Lois, Carol and Alice. He wasn't conscious of thinking in the context of what his aunt had said only a few minutes before, but it was the catalyst for his thoughts.

It had been so simple at first with Carol. They got together, they fucked. They went their own ways again. It was purely physical, and in that sense they experimented enthusiastically and often. They liked each other. Harry thought of himself as fond of Carol and she of him but that was all, there was no particular emotional attachment.

Alice was very different. She had always been a good friend, well before they became lovers and his feelings for her were quite different. He felt protective towards her and it had surprised him how good he felt about that, but he also knew instinctively, that while they made love just as enthusiastically, she wanted to give and receive affection as well. But eventually, circumstances dictated they would part and although Harry was certain he would always look back on his time with Alice fondly, there was no doubt in his mind that it could not be a lasting relationship. They had parted good friends, with no illusions about a greater future.

Harry shook himself out of his reflections for a few moments muttering to himself, "Why do you always let Aunt Diane get under your guard?" He applied himself once more to his book, and for twenty minutes or so maintained his concentration, but then his mind started to drift again. Seeing Carol with Lois for the first time, that was a big eye opener. Harry's perception of Carol as a woman had changed radically from the moment he began to realise the depth, and importance of her love for Lois. It flitted across his mind what Aunt Diane had said about not being shown all facets of a woman's personality. He knew in his mind that Lois loved and cared for her partner, but he was too immature to understand immediately, the emotional impact of that love. It had only dawned on him slowly as he had observed them together. In one sense he realised that while he was having sex with these women he was something of a spectator in that he was no part of their emotional relationship. Harry wasn't intimidated by that thought, but as he acknowledged to himself with a smile, maybe more than just a little in awe.

He thought back a few hours and remembered Lois and he making love, missionary position, on her desk. It had been slow considered, affectionate even. It just seemed right in the circumstances. He felt she had almost welcomed him into her and he responded in a rather respectful way, an odd way to think of sex he reflected, but it was true. Then Harry remembered that when he had climaxed she had smiled up at him and touched his cheek lightly and asked, "Was that good?" Her response to his breathless affirmation was, "well, that's good then." It reminded him of his older sisters; when he was younger they sometimes cooked his dinner, "did you enjoy that?" they would say, and when he said, "yes," they would smile the same smile, what he thought of as a sisterly smile.

In their first encounter in her office Lois had been determined to prove something to herself. Their second was marked by the almost sisterly affection she had shown; "sisterly, a bit weird," grinned Harry to himself. Finally, after a break Lois had been different again: standing, facing her desk legs apart she demanded he fuck her doggy style. It was slightly functional, quick and efficient almost as though he was fucking Lois the lawyer rather than Lois the woman. "Hmm," said Harry quietly to himself, "it's as though I made love to three different women." 

At that moment he heard his aunt call for him and as he rose to go downstairs he grinned at his last thought of Lois, "better not tell her she reminded me of my sister's shepherd's pie". 

To be continued... 



Educating Harry Ch. 06



The following day Carol had a surprise for Harry. She really did have a problem with her computer and it took him almost three quarters of an hour to fix it. Eventually, when he had fixed the problem, he turned to her with a grin. "I don't suppose we have any time for sex then."

"How long do you need? We'll manage," and without hesitating for a moment she pulled off her panties and lifted up her skirt. She lent forward, gripped the edge of the table standing with her legs wide apart. She looked over her shoulder laughing, "Come on then what are you waiting for?"

Harry needed no second asking, he was out of his shorts within seconds.

"Take it easy at first," Carol suggested, "I might be a bit dry to start with." She was. Harry pushed his cock slowly against her. After a few seconds she opened slightly and he pushed in just a little, then, as he rubbed carefully against her he was gradually able to penetrate. He was now about half way. "You're so tight," he exclaimed."

"It's ok, it's getting easier." she responded, and she was right, with a few more thrusts Harry fully penetrated her, she had quite quickly become very wet.

"Now," Carol said, "You can go at me as hard as you like." Harry took her at her word, the first few thrusts being so strong she almost lost balance.

"That's good," responded Carol, "now fuck your bitch... make your fucking bitch pregnant."

Harry had never known Carol talk like that before, nor for that matter any other woman; he found it a tremendous turn on as she continued to ask, no demand, that she fuck his bitch. He gripped her hips as he pounded into her and Carol was quite oblivious, in fact enjoying and encouraging the rough treatment she was getting. Far too soon Harry felt his climax approaching and slowed down, but thumped his cock deep into her, harder than ever. Sensing it Carol cried out, "come on, fuck your old bitch fuck her, fill her up."

Harry did, he didn't so much come, as explode within her, as she bounced and stumbled around on the end of his cock. He couldn't remember ever coming so much before, but eventually he slowed down, temporarily exhausted. 

He stopped; Carol fell forward slightly away from him. "Wow," She exclaimed laughing, "you sure liked the dirty talk, I have never known you come like that, it was quick, but it sure worked. Now, wait a minute, while I go to the bathroom to clean up a bit."

When Carol returned Harry had already dressed. "Now," she explained, "this evening being Thursday, it's late night shopping, so I will have to work in the shop until 9 o'clock," so if you can, call round to see Lois say about seven or so, would that be ok?"

Harry confirmed, "Yes that's fine."

"Good," responded Carol, "tomorrow evening, Friday, will be our last together because firstly it will be pretty much the end of our most fertile period, and in addition, both Lois and I are flying down to Sydney on Saturday morning. I am going to see one of my suppliers, and Lois is catching up with her family. We, Lois and I want to invite you to spend the evening with us. We thought it would be good to have something to eat, maybe watch a movie or something like that. But," she added grinning, "Most of all we want to say thank you in the best way we can." 

Later that same evening Harry stayed little more than an hour with Lois. It was clearer than ever to him that she had somehow slotted him into position in her own mind. He was more than just a sperm donor, as evidenced by her warm friendliness and her enthusiastic enjoyment of sex, but her emotional commitment had a definite boundary; his previous thought that she was almost sisterly seemed closer than anything else. They made love twice, each to the others warm satisfaction, but afterwards Lois reminded him. "Tomorrow, can you be here at about seven thirty; we thought we might make a night of it. We'll get a take away and maybe watch a couple of DVD's. And of course, we'll..." she didn't complete her sentence, instead she said. "Now you had better be going, and we'll see you tomorrow."

The following day Harry had a lie in, because he had only a couple of small jobs in the afternoon, however, when he did eventually get up he found that the postman had left him a large parcel. He had been expecting it; it was an offer from a university in the USA offering him a post graduate opportunity. Because of his outstanding record they were offering him a major scholarship, but Harry's chief interest was in the nature of the research he might be able to undertake. There was a stack of information to read through, and the professor in charge of the department wanted him to read through it all before arranging a telephone conference.

Unusually, his aunt was not out and they had lunch together, just a sandwich and a drink on the verandah. "Would you like anything special for dinner this evening?" 

"Thanks but no, I shall be out. I have a date. Might be back late, very late... if at all," he added.

Aunt Diane smiled, she wasn't surprised, she had a keen nose and had detected a woman's perfume on Harry several times lately. It was very expensive perfume and Aunt Diane was almost certain she had smelt it before but couldn't for the life of her remember who used it. 'Better not be too inquisitive,' she reflected. "Make sure you enjoy yourself." 

Harry intended to do just that, and consequently, made sure that he arrived promptly at Lois and Carol's house at seven thirty.

"Hi," Carol greeted him, "come on in. We've ordered Thai; thought something tasty but not too heavy would be the best." They found Lois on her knees in the lounge room, rummaging through some DVD's. "Hello Harry, good to see you, do you understand French?"

"A little, from high school, not much, why?" 

"After eating, we are going to watch a French film, it has just the right atmosphere, and it has sub-titles any way." 

At that point the door bell rang and Lois went to deal with the delivery man. "Now," Carol told Harry, "Although we're having a takeaway, Lois likes to eat at the table and there won't be a plastic container in sight. She likes everything to be just so." They moved into the dining room, and as Carol had said, the table was laid out as though for a formal dinner. A minute or so later Lois returned with the first of the food which she had put into dishes. As they started to eat, Harry thought to himself how incongruous the situation was. Here he was, sitting at a carefully laid out table making polite conversation with two women, both ten years older than himself, and all doing so in the knowledge that before the evening was over, they would have fucked each other to exhaustion. But for the time being the conversation flowed. 

Harry told them about the offer he had received from the States, and Carol as his former teacher was obviously interested. She questioned him closely on his options, and what he was going to do. It gave Lois the chance to sit back a little and reflect. She understood that Carol would still have a great interest in her former student and she smiled at some of Carol's cautionary advice. "You want to make sure that you're not working with a supervising professor who just wants you to do a lot of teaching, and take any credit that's coming for himself. There are plenty of people in academic life who have a pretty amoral attitude to the students they are supposed to be supporting, so check everything out that you can." 

She sounds almost like a mother would, thought Lois, and then with a start realised that to a large extent she shared her partners concern for Harry. Maybe it's a sign we're getting clucky, she reflected. 'It's strange,' she continued to herself, 'He's not my lover in an emotional sense, but we are not just fucker and fuckee either. I never expected to grow so fond of him, especially in such a short time. A bit weird, but nice,' she concluded to herself.

"Now," Lois said, breaking out of her reverie, "try some of this it's fish, barramundi steamed in banana leaves, in a green curry sauce with ginger: it's really good." They continued to eat, slowly, with conversation filling the gaps. Harry noticed that the beer Lois had given him was a Singha. Typical of her he thought with a smile, with the care she took with small things, even to serve Thai beer with a Thai meal. He knew it wasn't important, but somehow it pleased him that she had taken that extra trouble.

Eventually they finished, Harry volunteered to help clear away.

"No," responded Carol, "We'll just abandon it, watch the film, and sort it out in the morning."

Harry took one end of the couch with Lois at the other, whilst Carol preferred to sit on the floor between them.

The film was very dark, literally so, it might almost have been in black and white, lots of suppressed emotions, misguided vengeance and unrequited passion, expressed visually rather than spoken. Unmistakably French film noir; the heroine, shot in half light, the click of her heels on the pavement, a Gauloise shrouded café. Every cliché exploited to the full, yet oddly in tune with an evening more subdued than Harry had expected. He was struck particularly by one scene; a young man about to leave on a journey looked in to farewell his lover, but seeing her embroiled with her family, he just smiled and slipped quietly away into the night.

Lois left the room for a few moments, and on her return stretched out comfortably, full length with her head in Harry's lap. She touched Carol's shoulder, who in turn reached up and took Lois' hand in hers. Carol distracted for a moment, thought, 'this is so different, and so much better than what we had planned.' What had originally been the solution to a very particular problem had been overtaken in only a week or so by something much better, 'friendship, I suppose,' she pondered, 'that's it, it's good,' she concluded, before picking up the thread of the film again.

The film ended. "Right," grinned Carol, "Now the alternatives are these, either a hot cup of chocolate and a good night's sleep, or something else. No takers for chocolate? In that case we'll try a little, well maybe a bit more than a little of something else. Come on," she said taking Lois' hand, "follow me." They followed her to the bedroom.

"What have you done?" said Harry laughing. The normally austere and sparsely furnished, mainly white room had been changed entirely, by adding a very soft red, slow moving filter to a low output spotlight. This created a subtle wave affect, which, added to the numerous cushions scattered about somehow made for a very sumptuous result.

"It's my seraglio look," explained Carol, "Lois and I are your houris for tonight. Lois likes the dining room to be just so, I think the same about the bedroom."

"Now," Lois intervened. "We're going to undress you, just relax and we'll take control." Carol moved in close and kissed him as she slowly unbuttoned his shirt. Meanwhile, Harry could feel Lois' breasts pressing into his back as she reached round to release the buckle on his belt before unbuttoning his trousers. They fell to his feet; Harry almost immediately felt first one hand, then a second slip under the band of his underpants. Democratically, Lois took the top, whilst Carol gripped the base of his already rock hard cock; they moved slowly very gently for just a few seconds, Carol still kissing him and Lois' teeth biting his shoulders almost, but not quite so gently.



A few more seconds teasing, then Harry was nudged towards the bed. "Lie down," instructed Carol, "Time to play."

Play was slow and initially at least, entirely one way, but Harry soon got the idea. The women kissed, caressed, bit gently, sometimes not quite so gently, explored, then played with him some more. Four hands, two mouths, their bodies, all moved, every which way and then some other, never quite settling as long as Harry might like before moving on to tease and tantalise somehow else. Eventually, Harry could no longer be just the spectator; he felt Lois' teeth move very gently along his cock before her tongue flickered over his tip. He gasped, and Carol, picking up his response, headed in the same direction as her partner. Harry grasped the opportunity and Carol simultaneously; she understood immediately, swinging one leg over him and planting her clit on his tongue with the featherbed accuracy of a lunar nodule pilot. 

By concentrating hard on Carol, Harry thought he might be able to withstand the effect of Lois' ministrations. A dubious theory, but with his tongue dancing attendance on an insistent clit while Lois' simultaneously sucked and licked his cock and balls, no alternative suggested itself.

However, Lois herself came to his rescue, through her decision to turn her attention to Carol. The women embraced kissing; Carol remained where she was with Lois astride his waist. Harry was now competing for Carol's attention, but whilst she was a little distracted by her partner, it was not to the extent that she lost contact with the tongue between her legs. Harry concentrated on bringing Carol to orgasm, long slow strokes of his tongue alternated with shorter intense sucking of her clit, long practice having taught him exactly what Carol liked, and it was not too long before Carol's breathing began to get noticeably ragged. She clung desperately to Lois, their lips crushed together, tongues entwined as her orgasm hit. It seemed to Harry that it went on much longer than usual, and unusually, Carol encouraged him to keep eating her, which normally she found far too intense.

Eventually however, she broke away, and Harry's very wet face looked up to see Lois smiling down at him. Moving back with a quickness that surprised him, Lois impaled herself neatly on his cock. She sank down taking the whole of him, shaking slightly, to be certain he was engulfed completely within her. 

"Now," Carol instructed, "Fuck him slowly, slowly as you can." 

Lois complied, as Carol again indicated she had taken charge of choreography and was fucking Harry, almost by proxy. "Now gyrate slowly, small circles, that's it, good, squeeze his cock at the same time. "Brilliant! Now push up and down a bit." Lois was a remarkably apt pupil, and Harry was in the best position possible to judge. Every move Carol suggested raised the intensity of his pleasure, and somehow, the fact that Carol was using her greater experience to directly help Lois, added another dimension to it.

"Lois," she intervened, "Just stop for a few seconds, or he'll come too soon. Now," she suggested after a brief pause, "Let's go back to the beginning and start again." This was repeated twice more until Harry was almost desperate to come, but Carol again had other ideas. "No," she said "Not yet, first we are going to get Lois to come, and then you straight afterwards."

This time when Lois started to move on his cock, Carol simultaneously, began to frig her partner's clit. Lois moved even more slowly than before, keeping time with Carol. Harry could feel Lois' vagina occasionally, convulsing slightly, almost grasping him, but if anything the women slowed the pace even further, seeking to extract every ounce of pleasure. Eventually, Lois could no longer resist the stimulation, her breathing became erratic, she threw her head back and involuntarily clawed at Harry's chest. Her long delayed orgasm was huge. For a moment it seemed to Harry that her vagina had opened so wide she would swallow him up, then an instant later, she gripped his cock as though in a vice. Finally, he felt a rippling, stripping sensation, as her muscles first contracted then relaxed. Harry came, and he came in torrents, his balls tightening, as surge after surge of semen was milked into Lois' womb.

Lois collapsed onto Harry's chest, temporarily exhausted, though he could still feel her pussy quake and contract spasmodically as she slowly subsided. She pulled him over so that she was on her back with him above her and just held on while she slowly relaxed.

"Ok," decided Carol calmly, "You can come out of her now," Harry did so, with almost exaggerated care, and the three of them lay side by side for a few minutes, quietly, just cuddling and savouring the moment. 

Lois broke the silence; "I'm going to have to clean up, I don't know how much you put into me Harry, but I'm starting to leak big time."

Carol raised herself on to one elbow. "You're not going anywhere," she said with a wicked grin, "Leave it to me," without delay, she headed south, parting Lois' legs gently. Harry watched, entranced; he saw immediately, that what Lois had described as a leak might have encouraged Noah to think about building a second ark. Carol did not hesitate; she dived straight in, licking and lapping the excess semen that poured from her partner's pussy. Harry was transfixed, and twice Carol looked up to show him a mouthful which she had collected, before gulping it down. He could hardly believe that not only was one of his lovers eating the come he had only moments ago deposited in the womb of the other, but that she was so enthusiastic in doing so. Carol's face returned to be buried in Lois' thick bush and it was soon apparent that her tongue was starting to arouse Lois again.

Not surprisingly, given the show before him Harry soon had another raging hard on and without thinking much he knelt beside Lois and stroked his cock across her cheek... she turned towards him, smiled, "Give it to me," and took his cock between her lips. First she savoured the mixture of her own juices and the remnants of Harry's semen that she found there and when she had swallowed those, she started to lick and suck him purposefully.

"Oh that's amazing, fantastic Lois," he gasped. For a few moments he wondered whether it would be a race to see who came first, Lois or himself. However, before too long it was obvious that Carol was well ahead, and Lois' concentration on Harry faltered as she became more excited. An unintentional nip from Lois' teeth suggested that discretion was the better part of valour; Harry withdrew from Lois' mouth and scooted behind Carol, to sink his cock into her from behind. He took it slowly and carefully, as Lois was very close to orgasm again, and he didn't want to spoil it for her.

Lois' breathing became haphazard once more. "Please don't stop, lick me, suck me, harder, go on, go on." Suddenly she bucked uncontrollably, almost throwing Carol off the bed, but Carol stuck to her task, licking methodically, slowly as Lois' orgasm continued to possess her. Eventually Lois groaned, a long, "ohhhh and ughhh" as she slowly came down. She quaked a little and her vagina convulsed a few times as the wonderful sensations gradually subsided, then she suddenly slumped back on the bed, spent for the moment.

Harry started to move within Carol but his first lover said, "No, not yet, stay in me but let's just lie on our sides for a few minutes." they did so, spoon fashion which enabled Carol and Lois to embrace, kissing each other gently.

Carol broke the silence, "Now it's time to make Harry come in me," she confided to Lois, almost as though Harry wasn't there. "You have to help him come; play with his balls, that sort of thing, and you tell him exactly what he has to do.

"Harry," Lois intervened, "We want to do this really slowly, ok, so don't get carried away too quickly... or there might be repercussions," she added mysteriously.

"Carol, raise your top knee," Lois instructed. "That's right," and a second later Harry felt Lois' hand reach between Carol's legs to his groin. She found her target, and took his balls in a gentle but firm grip. "Now Harry, understand this," she told him sternly, "I want you to fuck Carol, but very gently, slowly, with just small movements in and out. If you move too fast or too far I'm going to..." and she squeezed his balls very gently. "I'm not going to keep telling you, so you'll have to learn to respond to the control of my hand. But," she added with disarming pleasantness, "if you disobey, I might just have to give you a sharper squeeze, and that might hurt," she grinned wickedly.




Educating Harry Ch. 06



Harry nodded. His mouth was suddenly more than a little dry, a mixture of apprehension and anticipation robbed him of speech. 

"Now start," instructed Lois. 

To say that he was cautious would be an understatement. After a few seconds Harry realised that Lois' grip of both the situation and him was not all negative. Due to the slight and gentle movement Lois was able to use her middle finger to scratch very lightly behind his balls and on his perineum. 

"God Lois, that's unfair," Harry protested, "You're encouraging me, and threatening at the same time."

"I know," she laughed back over Carol's shoulder, "and that's only half of it." 

"What do you mean?" 

"Well," said Lois, "I'm now going to use my other hand to play with Carol's clit," and almost immediately, a gasp from Carol proved that Lois had suited the action to her word; she was rubbing her gently, in time with Harry's tentative thrusts.

For a minute or so they continued when the smallest pressure from Lois suggested to Harry that it would be a good idea to come to a temporary halt. Lois had also stopped working on Carol.

"You know Harry," she said with a disarming smile, "You're not really fucking Carol at all, I am, I'm just using your cock as my tool... and as for you milady," she continued to Carol, "You only get to cum if I want you to... so long as you both understand," Lois concluded.

And so Lois' game continued. Harry and Carol would slowly get more worked up with Lois first helping them, and then holding back. She was clearly enjoying being in control, and time and again she frustrated them with her delays and banter. 

"Are you sure you really want him to come love?" she enquired innocently, "It would be easy enough to stop."

"Oh please, please let us finish," cried Carol desperately, "Don't stop again." 

"Of course," responded Lois, ignoring her pleas, "I could just let one of you come, maybe I'll leave your clit alone... or maybe just a sharp squeeze and we'll leave Harry behind."

Harry might have been put off entirely by the thought, no matter how light hearted, but he had noticed a slight bead of sweat on Lois' lip and a slight shakiness in her voice. 'This is turning her on,' he realised, and he decided to push a little harder. Just at that point Lois mused aloud, "It might be cool to really crush Harry's balls... just think of the pain, the pleasure, the agony and the ecstasy." 

But it was too late. Lois had lost her grip both literally and figuratively, Harry slammed into Carol impervious to any threat whether real or not, Carol responded with a gasp of relief and Lois finally realising her teasing was over, let him go and frigged Carol furiously. After being held back so long, Carol and Harry both came massively, Carol slightly the sooner, but Harry not far behind thumping, pumping his semen into her until he was exhausted.

Then they were still, and Harry withdrew. He flopped onto his back with Carol beside him, both drenched in the sweat of their exertions, and utterly spent. Harry put his arm round Carol's head and cradled her against his chest in a gesture of exhausted affection. Lois watched them, smiling for a second or two and then, not for the first time in their short relationship, surprised Harry once more. She slowly, gently parted Carol's legs, and without hesitating lowered her mouth and tongue to Carol's pussy. She started to lick, to lap, to suck and then swallow greedily, but all very gently. Carol's only response was a long drawn out sigh as she gradually relaxed.

Harry was stunned, he had never imagined lovemaking that could be so considerate, so gentle, and yet so totally involve the two women. It took a long time for Carol to cum this time, and when she did it was not an obvious earth shattering orgasm, but a quiet long drawn out intake of breath, accompanied by Carol shaking slightly all over as she reached her peak. At that point, Harry was astonished again; Lois seemed to know exactly how to prolong Carol's pleasure, she was able to maintain the quiet orgasm for what seemed like ages. He had never seen anything like it, and he was in awe of what the women could do for each other.

But it did end, and Carol held her lover close for a long time.

Harry broke the silence. "That was wonderful, you two are really amazing, absolutely amazing." All three of them lay still and relaxed for a few minutes.

"Now" said Carol, I think it's time for a break and I would like a drink. You might have noticed we didn't bother with coffee after dinner so I'll have one now, though I'll have a hot chocolate. Harry, be a love and get them for us, I'm feeling a bit saddle sore for the moment" 

"Ok," responded Harry, "one hot chocolate and one coffee coming up"

Five minutes later Harry returned with the drinks. It seemed almost surreal sitting on the bed chatting about this and that, 'I suppose,' thought Harry 'this is sex as social as much as sexual intercourse'

"Mmm, I needed that," said Lois finishing her chocolate

"As good as your last drink?" queried Harry grinning, "I remember you telling me you thought that particular beverage was a bit 'icky." 

"I did didn't I," admitted Lois, then she added with exaggerated coyness, "but sometimes a woman likes to drink from the best crystal, not from a straw...even a big fat straw." 

"What are you two on about?" asked Carol, and then she burst out laughing as Harry described the blow job Lois had given him in her office. "Well, maybe Lois can show me what she has learned about blowing a guy to warm you up for round two."

And Lois did just that. Their lovemaking continued into the late evening. Afterwards they all had a slightly fuzzy recollection of the precise events, all they knew for certain, was that each of them came and came, again and again until they were completely exhausted. Harry was the first to fall asleep, as the two women looked at him Lois confided to Carol, "I reckon we did alright, don't you?" but even Carol for once was beyond words, she just nodded, smiled, and patted Lois gently. Then they both lay down with Harry and settled into a dreamless sleep almost immediately.

The early morning light woke Harry as it invariably did. Lorikeets were screeching in the eucalypts not far away, and at a thankfully greater distance, a kookaburra cackled insanely. Harry rolled out of bed, taking care not to waken the women and padded silently to the bathroom. He showered and dressed, then went downstairs, and as he did not want to, leave without saying goodbye, he made himself some tea and tidied away the remains of the previous night's meal. 

He had just about finished loading the dishwasher when a very dishevelled Carol walked in. "Coffee," she said, "I need coffee: now," Harry supplied it. "Mmm" she said "that's better, much better. You are an angel, clearing up I mean. What are you going to do today?" she asked, then without waiting for a reply, told him, "Our flight's at 10 o'clock so we will have to get a move on." 

"You are not really awake yet" observed Harry.

"I know," Carol replied, "but I did not want you to leave before I said goodbye. Come on give me a hug and then I'll jump in the shower."

"Ok," said Harry giving her a big hug, "and don't forget to tell me if Lois gets pregnant. Now, into the shower with you, you need one," he told her. "Ok boss," responded Carol, "and just remember, we can't say thank you enough for what you have done."

"What are you two up to? You're not still at it," remarked Lois as she appeared, showered, dressed, and as immaculate as usual.

"No we aren't, 'at it' as you so elegantly put it." riposted Carol, "I have just said goodbye to Harry and am going to take a shower." With that, Carol shot back up the stairs leaving Harry to Lois.

"You are going now then," she commented rather obviously, "I don't know quite what to say, thank you, doesn't really say enough."

"Just give me a hug," Harry suggested. She did and somehow that erased her temporary awkwardness. "You know Harry; I can't quite believe how far we have come in little more than a week. I know that we will probably not see much of you in future, especially when you go away, but I just want you to know that I'll always think of you as a friend, the best of friends." Harry said nothing; there was nothing more he could say. Lois took him by the hand and led him to the door. Suddenly she laughed, "Harry there is one last thing you can do, remember I told you I didn't have much in the way of boyfriends when I was a teenager, well no one has ever kissed me goodbye on the doorstep before. So how about it?" 

Harry did as he was asked, and did it very well.

To be continued 



Educating Harry Ch. 07



Aunt Diane invariably preferred breakfast on the verandah if the weather was fine, and as it was, that was where Harry found her.

"Good morning Harry," she greeted him, "If you want a cold breakfast everything is here, but if you want something hot, you'll have to cook it yourself." 

He kissed her perfunctorily, not noticing her briefly quizzical glance at him. "I'll cook some bacon, would you like some too?"

"Hmm," she thought for a moment, "I hadn't intended to, but I won't be able to resist the smell, so yes please."

"Good," replied Harry heading for the kitchen, "Because I could eat a horse."

It was not long before Harry re-appeared with a huge plate of bacon and scrambled eggs, which both aunt and nephew applied themselves to, steadily and largely in silence for the next few minutes.

"Ah that was excellent," said his aunt contentedly as she finished, and then completely from left field she added, "You know Harry; your lady friend has quite exquisite taste."

"What do you mean?" he responded, more confused than she had anticipated.

"Her perfume," his aunt explained. "It's unusual; I noticed it when you kissed me." She didn't add that she had now remembered exactly what it was. Nor did Harry's aunt tease him with her observation, that only a woman with a healthy income could be likely to have afforded it. 

"Well," said Harry changing the subject, "Today I'm going to have a day here, doing your lawns and generally tidying up.

"In that case," responded his aunt, "you will have the place to yourself, because I am going to do one or two visits, then I am going to the movies and having lunch with my friend Ellen."

Within half an hour Harry was occupied with the mowing, which considering the size of the block he knew would take him a couple of hours.

Later the same morning Maria Bunce was having coffee at Café Georgios in town. Her companion sitting opposite her was a black haired swarthy man about her own age. She was obviously not too happy with what he was telling her.

"I am sorry Maria," he said with a smile, but a determined smile. "I dislike intensely going back on the agreement you made with the former owners, but I hope you will understand that with the change in ownership of the business, we as the new proprietors want to look at some strategic issues first"

"I understand Joe," responded Maria, "obviously I am disappointed that you have decided not to go ahead with it, but can I call you again perhaps, in what? say six weeks or so, to see whether we can do anything for you."

"You can," responded Joe, "but I am flying back to Sydney late this afternoon, and as from next week will be on a ten week trip to the US and London, so your proposal will not be considered until after my return." 

"Thank you," responded Maria, affecting more warmth than she felt in response to his obvious brush off, "I will ring you for an appointment as soon as you are back."

Joe looked up and grinned. He was impressed despite himself. He knew that Maria was disappointed that her project had been cancelled at the last moment, but he admired her tenacity. Perhaps it was his competitive instinct, but some small devil in him decided to wind her up a little, to put her, just slightly in her place. "There was one aspect of your proposal which I didn't quite see the value of Maria, that was the involvement of your accountant Mrs Tremaine; our local office told me she was a widowed lady, and a friend of yours. I am not sure that sending some old battle axe accountant around the franchises would achieve very much."

Joe looked up, and for a moment saw the light of battle flare in Maria's eye. But in a moment it was gone, Maria relaxed and smiled beatifically, "Joe," she said patting his hand gently, "your comment was timed to perfection, your battleaxe has just walked in; I'll introduce you to her."

There are times in life when the fates conspire against a man and they did at that moment to Joe Callaghan. As he stood up, a large severely formidable looking middle aged woman brushed past him. "Mrs Tremaine?" he enquired of her. 

"No," the woman retorted rudely, and pushed on.

"I don't think I know you," said a voice from over his shoulder, and Joe turned around to meet a woman who two days later he described to his personal assistant as the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, His jaw dropped, and for a moment he was lost for words.

"Maria," said Joe genially, "You're either going to introduce me, or I'll have to throttle you."

"Of course," replied Maria laughing, "Susan Tremaine, meet Joe Callaghan."

Joe knew from experience that when a situation is desperate the only option is to grab the initiative; "Mrs Tremaine," he explained, "Maria cannot stop laughing because I have just made a complete and total idiot of myself. I, on an all too obvious and stupid assumption have just called you an old battleaxe."

Susan laughed, "In that case you'll have to make amends. First you must call me Susan and not Mrs Tremaine, otherwise I might start to think I am turning into an old battleaxe, second, you can order me a coffee, and thirdly, you can tell me how you made that mistake, without omitting even the embarrassing bits, in fact, especially not leaving out the embarrassing bits." 

Coffee was ordered, and Joe began a slightly rambling and apologetic explanation with Maria chipping in from time to time to make sure he didn't cut any corners. It gave Susan the time to examine him more closely, Joe was a little above medium height, maybe five ten or so, and had what she described later as a sort of attractive ugly appearance, which was characterized by a slightly bent and rather hooked nose, dominating a face which generally looked slightly battered. Heavy in the shoulders, but with slim hips, he nevertheless looked well balanced, like a dancer or boxer she thought. His best features were his bright blue eyes which she was very conscious never left her face, and his surprisingly elegant hands, spoiled by the fact that the top joint of his right little finger was missing.

"So there you have it," Joe concluded, "and" he added "to try and make it up to you, I would like to ask you out for dinner this evening"

"Why that is kind of you," responded Susan, rather surprised but not so surprised as to allow Joe to out manoeuvre her so simply. "We would be delighted, won't we Maria?" "Oh yes," responded her friend, knowing just as well as Susan that Joe hadn't originally intended to include her.

But Joe was not stupid either, he hadn't really expected Susan to say yes, so, although caught off guard, he wasn't going to try to cut Maria out and give Susan a chance to escape as well.

Maria took charge, "I'll make the booking as I know the local restaurants better than you would. We will meet at 7.15 at my place, which may be a bit early, but in the country people don't eat late." 

"Thanks," responded Joe, "I'll see you at 7.15, but now I had better get back to work"

Joe left, and as he walked away from the café for some reason he couldn't completely fathom just why, he couldn't get the smile off his face.

Maria and Susan stayed where they were and ordered another coffee.

"Smitten," declared Maria decisively, "He is smitten, absolutely, bloody smitten," she repeated, "Sorry I swore," she added, "Couldn't help it."

"What on earth are you talking about," laughed Susan

"That man, Joe Callaghan," emphasised Maria, "told me, not thirty seconds before you came in that he had a plane to catch this afternoon. Then, as soon as he saw you his tongue was almost hanging out, he never took his eyes off you the whole time he was talking, and within five minutes had asked you out, yes asked you, not me, as you very well know." 

Susan smiled, "I know he only meant to ask me, but he couldn't very well get out of it when I included you in the acceptance. Apart from that I think you're exaggerating hugely, he just took a bit of a fancy to me. But, I wonder, did he really have an early plane to catch, what do you think?"

"Susan you are hopeless," said Maria patting her hand, "you have no idea of the effect you have on men, most of them just gape after you like so many stunned mullet, they're scared to death to talk to you, let alone chat you up a bit, because to them you are some sort of goddess who only exists in their fantasies. Joe Callaghan is not an ordinary sort of guy, to him you're a challenge, you wait and see."

"Rubbish, absolute rubbish," replied Susan fiercely, "and even if you were right I'm not sure that I like the idea of being a challenge, or a target, or some sort of notch on his gun. "But," she added, "He did seem quite nice though, yes," she confirmed to Maria, "A quite nice ordinary man." 

"Susan," an exasperated though laughing Maria responded, "Whatever Joe Callaghan has been called in the past, I can tell you it never included 'ordinary or, quite nice,' never... now," she concluded, "I am going to make that booking before I forget it." 

Only a mile or so away on the other side of town Harry had parked the ride on mower under the shade of a big kaffir plum tree. He was taking a phone call, "Yes mum, Yes, Yes I see. Ok then, yes." It was a fairly typical phone call from his mother, she was doing most of the talking whilst Harry intervened from time to time just to let her know he was still there, and to agree, or not with what she proposed. Harry had narrowed his choice of post graduate studies down to two possibilities in the US; both had offered an excellent scholarship which took any financial issues out of the equation. He only had to consider which might be the more interesting, and which would benefit him personally the most. His mother, a science professor herself, had taken on the role of finding out as much as she could on Harry's behalf, especially the people he would be working for and with.

"So," she concluded, "there you have it. I have summed up my thoughts in an email to you, and for what it's worth have asked both your sisters for their opinion. They both agreed with me." 

Harry responded, "Thanks mum, you're a terrific help, I'll now get on and talk to both of the professors and let you know how it has gone."

Then after a few pleasantries and enquiries after his sisters the call was concluded. Harry went to restart the mower but as he did the phone rang again. He picked it up.

"Hello, is that Harry? This is Trixie, Trixie Llewellyn-Jones," a rather breathless voice informed him. 

"Hi Mrs Llewellyn-Jones, yes this is Harry, What can I do for you."

"Call me Trixie first, I just rang to remind you Harry, you'll remember we said that we would re-install the computers for Mr Benson's classes. Is Thursday evening at say seven o'clock still ok?"

"Yes fine" replied Harry, "I'll be there." 

"Great," said Trixie, and 'umm," she hesitated slightly, "I was going to ask you to help me with another small thing, it won't take too long." 

"That's ok," responded Harry, "I have the whole evening free anyway, so whatever you need, I'll do what I can."

"Oh, thank you so much," concluded Trixie, "I'll see you at seven on Thursday then, bye for now."

It occurred to Harry that Trixie had not mentioned what the other small job entailed, but with a smile and a brief uncharitable thought about ditzy blondes, Harry promptly forgot about it himself. 

That evening, only a fraction after 7.15 a taxi dropped Joe Callaghan at Maria's house. She asked him in. "Susan isn't here; she rang an hour ago to tell me that she couldn't make it as she had a prior commitment." Maria then had the satisfaction, as she told Susan later, of seeing Joe about as instantly deflated as a man could be. 

"However, only a few minutes ago," Maria added after a second or so, "she rang again to tell me she could come after all." 

Joe recovered his bounce in an instant, "Oh that's great, I would have been so disappointed if she hadn't been able to make it," he added ingenuously.

Maria was tempted for a moment to comment on the evident inadequacies of herself as company, but the crunching of tyres over the driveway indicated that Susan had arrived.

"Sorry I'm a bit late. I had to sort out one or two things in a hurry, thought I couldn't come because of a prior commitment but then someone else sorted that out for me, so here I am," Susan concluded breathlessly.

"Well I'm glad you were able to make it," laughed Maria, "I am not sure whether Joe was looking forward to just my company for the evening."

Joe grinned, and giving as good as he got from Maria, suggested with mock seriousness, "Oh I don't know, you shouldn't underrate yourself."

"Now come on you two, cut out the sparring, I intend to enjoy myself this evening. Now as I don't drink, it might be best if I drive, ok?" 

They both agreed with Susan, and within twenty minutes had arrived at the restaurant and placed their orders. Joe was once again able to sit back for a few moments. He had thought he was beyond falling for any woman so precipitately as this, but ruefully acknowledged to himself that he had never met any woman who had impacted him quite so much as Susan; 'you're in danger of behaving like a fifteen year old kid, don't be an idiot,' he reminded himself.

"Tell me," he said, "What was the prior commitment you were able to get out of? It was pretty decent of them to let you off for this evening."

"Oh," responded Susan blithely, "I had no intention of getting out of anything, I was practically ordered to come. This morning," she said, turning to Maria, "About half an hour after coffee, I received a text from Diane reminding me of her committee meeting. I rang you to say I couldn't make it this evening, and then rang Diane back late this afternoon to confirm my attendance. I couldn't get her earlier because she had gone to the movies. Any way, when we were talking I mentioned that I had been asked out, and Diane said, 'by whom?' I told her, 'a man called Joe Callaghan'. You would never guess her response."

"No, what was it?" said Maria.

"She, Diane asked, is his mothers name Ellie?" 

"Well I told her, I hadn't a clue what her name is, then with hardly a seconds thought Diane asked Is the top part of his right little finger missing? Well, I said, I had noticed that, and Diane said, 'in that case you had better skip the committee meeting.' As you can imagine, I asked her why she was so adamant."

Joe grinned, "I think I know the answer, is the Diane you are referring to Mrs Diane Salt."

"Yes she is," confirmed Susan "And she told me that she was your mum's best friend at school. She also told me quite a lot about you, especially about when you were a small boy."

"Well, maybe we could slip quickly past that, I suspect some of her memories might not be that complimentary. Diane was a sort of unofficial Aunt to me and my older sisters when we were small. She still visits my mother when she comes down to Sydney."

Now they found they knew someone in common the conversation flowed easily with them able to learn a little more about one another. Joe learned that Susan had been a widow for several years, and that she had a daughter Alice, who was staying with cousins in Chicago. Susan was able to deduce that Joe had been working in what was originally a family business for some eight years. That business seemed to have grown significantly in recent years, both at home and overseas. Susan decided she would find out a little more later. Joe however didn't volunteer much about what he had done as a younger man, although Maria, who it seemed to Susan knew rather more about him, drew him out a little.

"You're still single then Joe?" 

"Yes," he replied ruefully, "one near death experience was enough I guess;" he then explained for Susan. "I was engaged once but my fiancee called it all off at the last minute, almost literally the last minute, she got a better offer," he grinned. "Humiliating at the time, but with the benefit of hindsight, probably the best piece of good luck I ever had." 

And so it continued, the three of them gradually learning more about one another, and liking each other a little more as a result. After a good meal Joe paid the bill and said, "I'm not too sure exactly where we are in town, so would it be more convenient for you if I got a cab back to my hotel?" Susan wouldn't hear of it and said she would drop him off; it was barely out of her way to her own home. So it was that they dropped Maria off first, before driving into the centre of Hawksworth.

"I will phone you tomorrow," Maria had told Susan, "oh but no, it won't be tomorrow," she corrected herself, "Because I am going up to Coffs Harbour, working for a few days." "Goodnight and goodbye to you Joe," she said, shaking his hand. I hope we will see you again in Hawksworth.

"You will," he promised, "You will."

Joe and Susan were quiet for a few moments as they set off, then Joe asked "You said you never drink alcohol, but you seem quite relaxed about being with others who do. Do you just not like it?"

Susan laughed. "No, I just cannot handle it at all, and my work did not allow it, but more importantly the first time I ever had a drink I had a glass and a half of wine and was hopeless in no time. Even more to the point, that was the occasion I got pregnant with Alice. I love my daughter dearly, but I am not too proud of the circumstances in which she was conceived, I was still only fourteen when she was born."

"Sorry,' said Joe "I didn't mean to step on any sensitive areas"

"You didn't, the only sensitive area is when Alice and I meet new people and they think we are sisters, and in those instances, Alice is the one whose sensibilities are offended; it is not every woman of my age who has an eighteen year old daughter you know!" 

"Now," Susan said as they drew to a stop at Joe's motel, "It's my turn to ask you a personal question, it's only a small thing, but how did you lose the top part of your finger?"

Joe grinned, "Playing Rugby, one of my opponents, an Englishman bit my finger and obviously bit it harder than he should have."

"Oh you poor lamb," Susan burst out, and spontaneously grasped his long injured hand.

"Sorry," she said after a moment's reflection, "I can be a bit squeamish sometimes." Did you play much Rugby, it has always seemed a pretty nasty, violent sort of game to me.

"Just a bit," confirmed Joe laughing, "But not for quite a few years now. Let's not talk any more about me. Before I go I want to ask you a couple of things. Firstly, although I am going overseas for some time I hope I can see you again next time I am in Hawksworth. Secondly, a lot of my time in the USA will be spent in Chicago, and if there is anything your daughter has forgotten, or if you would just like me to stop by and say hi to her, please just ask."

"You're very kind Joe, I don't think Alice forgot anything, but I'll email or talk to her anyway and let you know. Now I had better let you go." 

Joe wondered for a moment whether he should kiss Susan but decided not too, everything had gone well and he did not want to put her off at all. Susan was more aware of his indecision than he realised. He got out of the car and stood to one side as Susan turned the car around. She wound down the window and came to a halt very briefly next to him. 

"Joe," she said "thanks for everything" and as he leant forward to listen she gave him the quickest and lightest kiss on his lips before accelerating immediately away.

He stood by the kerb for a few moments, slightly surprised, then grinned and said to himself, "Well Joe Callaghan, this has turned out to be a pretty good day."

A few days later on Thursday afternoon Harry's phone rang, "G'day mate, 'ow are yer goin;" it was the unmistakable voice of Billy Thompson. "I got them pallets ready for ya mate, I'll have one of the fellas drop 'em off at Mrs Bunce's place, probably Friday or Saturday. That be 'orright with you?"




Educating Harry Ch. 07



Harry replied, "That's fine Billy, I plan to work on it two or three hours a day starting, maybe Monday" 

"Good," said Billy, "that fits in well with our timetable, will you let Mrs B know I'm sendin' a truck up there with the pallets." 

Harry agreed. "Yes I will do that."

"Ya can, great. "Good on ya mate, see ya later," and with a crash of the phone Billy terminated the call. 

Harry rang Maria straight away, but she was not there so he left a message.

It only took a few more minutes for Harry to finish the job he was doing, load the ute and head home. A couple of hours later he went back into town for his appointment to fix up the computers in the church hall. As it was a fine warm spring evening and he had plenty of time he decided to walk.

Despite that, he was still a few minutes early and was a little surprised to find that Trixie Llewellyn-Jones was already there.

"Hello Harry," she greeted him warmly, "I have made a bit of a start, put a few things out, that sort of thing but I haven't connected any of the wires." 

Trixie led Harry into the room used for the computing class. He stopped, surprised for a moment, "You have already done most of the heavy work," Trixie had put a computer and screen on each of the tables. Harry set to work dividing up the cables for each machine. "Now," he continued, "What was the other thing you wanted me to do."

Trixie hesitated, "Well, 'um, it might be easier to show you rather than try to explain. It's in the props room at the back of the stage."

"Ok," smiled Harry, "the sooner I get this finished, the sooner we can get to it."

"Yes," agreed Trixie firmly "That would be best," and as she didn't appear inclined to continue the conversation, Harry worked in silence connecting all the cabling. After about forty minutes all the machines were connected and tested.

"Now," said Harry, "The props room"

"Good," responded Trixie, "Come with me." 

The props were stored in a small room behind the stage, about three metres by six and most of it was packed with all the paraphernalia of a drama society reluctant to throw anything away, because 'it might come in useful one day.' There were piles of clothes of every type with hats, shoes, coats of every fashion imaginable, and all out of date. All the smaller items were piled high on an assortment of tables chairs cabinets and various soft furnishings. Trixie ushered Harry through the door, closed it behind her, and before Harry had the chance to ask what it was she wanted, Trixie spoke up.

"Harry," she was a little hesitant again, but she pressed on, "I want to ask you something personal, really personal."

"What," replied Harry, caught by surprise, but before he could say any more Trixie interrupted. "Don't make it more difficult for me Harry, please. Harry, what I want, what I want to say is... Harry, I want to fuck you." 

She looked up to him from limpid, appealing, even innocent blue eyes. "Please," she took a step towards him. "I want you to fuck me," and Harry, just for a second or so, was so completely off guard that he didn't react. In that second Trixie put one hand part way round him, and with the other tugged the cord at the waist of his shorts. They fell to his feet. In another fraction of a second her small hand slipped over the waistband of his boxers; Billy the Kid never squeezed a trigger faster, or with more effect than Trixie Llewellyn-Jones.

"Bu', But Trixie," stammered Harry, "What are you doing?" Not a particularly intelligent question, and intelligence didn't stand a chance, Harry's cock had already begun to respond to Trixie's argument, an argument expressed through seductive fingers rather than persuasive chatter. But Trixie made an effort, "Harry, trust me, I am really good at this, I really am." 

"I don't think...we shouldn't ...oh my god, Trixie that is so good," and at this point Harry sat down weakly on the divan bed behind the door. He then noticed for the first time that the bed was the only thing clear of clutter in the crowded room and that it had been covered with a sheet and pillow. "Trixie, you planned this," he exclaimed, as she continued to stroke his cock, you can't, we can't oh God Trixie, wow, you are good at this."

Trixie knew instinctively that the argument was over, "Now," she said with a confident smile, "Leave it to me, like I said, I am really good."

She pushed Harry onto his back gently, and eased his boxers off to reveal his eager cock, standing to attention and ready for action. Trixie played with his cock and balls a little, then in one easy movement swung her leg over and sat back, impaling herself with practiced accuracy. "There," she said as he penetrated her to the hilt, "That's nice, now just let me do the work while you relax and enjoy yourself."

Harry said nothing but thought, 'She did plan all this, she didn't even wear panties, and she must have used some lube.'

First Harry felt a tight gripping around his cock, then Trixie relaxed, then she gripped again, relaxed and repeated several more times. "You like that," she said, confirming rather than asking; Harry nodded, it was exquisite. "It's gonna' get better," Trixie smiled, "But first I need to get comfortable." With that she unclipped her skirt and tossed it to one side and slowly unbuttoned her shirt and pulled it off to reveal her breasts. "You can play with my tits if you like," 

Fleetingly, Harry thought how incongruous it was to be given permission to touch Trixie's breasts when he was already balls deep inside her, but he didn't pass up the offer. He already knew that Trixie was a little top heavy, but now she was naked, her breasts really looked spectacular on her small frame.

Harry took her in both hands and was surprised at how firm she felt. "That's good," said Trixie, "You don't have to be too gentle." She leaned forward to make it easier for him whispering with a smile "Now you really need to take notice." Take notice Harry certainly did, firstly Trixie resumed the gripping and relaxing routine that she had used before, but soon it was much stronger. Harry had never experienced anything like it, but for Trixie it seemed quite effortless. "You liked that didn't you, now try this" Suddenly the pressure surrounding Harry's cock changed entirely, a gentle ripple starting at the base of his cock ran up it then dissipated. Trixie repeated it again, then again, and again. Gradually Harry felt the ripple getting a little stronger until eventually it was so strong that Harry thought of it as a sort of vibrating vacuum. "Oh fuck me," cried Harry, realising that was exactly what Trixie was doing. She was totally in control, working on him, pleasuring him with a skill and to a degree he had never before known, effortlessly, relentlessly, she worked to suck the semen from him.

Finally Trixie took what she wanted, she milked him, milked him into her womb, carefully, completely, draining him until she was satisfied there was no more to be had. She pushed herself up on her knees and smiled down at him. "How was that?"

"I never, never," stuttered Harry, "I have never known anything like it. How did you do that, it was fantastic."

"Practice," smiled Trixie, "lots of practice, it's my kind of workout."

She then eased herself slowly off Harry's cock, but maintaining a firm grip as she did so. Trixie almost nipped the head of his cock with her vulva as he popped out. She lay on her back next to him. "Now Harry, I want you to suck my tits, really hard, as hard as you like, 'mmm yes, that's just right. Harry had taken her right breast, and at first the nipple, and then the whole of her aureole into his mouth. He sucked hard, but remembering her instruction, increased the pressure and sucked as hard as he could. He would have been worried about hurting her but for the obvious appreciation.

"Good, good, that's really good," Trixie moaned. Harry continued for some time then changed to her other breast. Leaning over her he placed one hand on her stomach, and noticed straight away that Trixie was contracting and relaxing her stomach, just as she had done when they were fucking. Harry broke off for a moment. "Why are you doing that?" he asked.

Trixie smiled and said, "Well it kinda helps keep all your come inside me, which is a real turn on for me, just knowing they are all in there swimming around." Seeing the slightly bewildered expression on his face, Trixie laughed self consciously, "I know it seems a bit weird, but I like it, and," she added, "When you suck my tit, that sort of sends a good feeling through me, which makes it easier to do. You don't think I'm weird do you?"

"Oh no," Harry assured her, not entirely honestly, but I do think you are absolutely brilliant at sex."

"Yes I am," agreed Trixie simply, "I am not very clever or anything like that, but I know I really am good at this. Now," she continued, "are you ready to go again."

"Maybe," suggested Harry, "But you took a lot out of me the first time."

"I did," Trixie responded, "But I am pretty sure we can do it at least twice more, as soon as," she promised "I get to work on you; now lie back and we will see what can be done." 

Harry knew by now that the only option was to go with the flow; he knew that every touch, every move, every sensation created by this woman would be exactly right, she seemed to know how his body worked almost better than he did.

Trixie didn't do anything special, or particularly novel, it was just that what she did was exactly what maximised Harry's pleasure. Playing gently with his balls she anticipated his thoughts. "It's a gift," she smiled, "Whatever I do seems to work, I've just practiced and learned a few extra bits and pieces. See," she continued, "You're already getting hard again" Harry didn't say anything; he suffered the usual male affliction of only being able to concentrate on one thing at a time.

Trixie, ever so slowly changed her approach, bringing her tongue and lips into play, first kissing him gently on the neck, then moving a little lower to the sensitive point where his neck and shoulder met. Her slow and haphazard journey continued, slowly over, and unerringly lower down his body. "Will she?" "Will she?" Harry found himself wondering, and as if in answer, Trixie's lips touched, lightly, briefly on the stem of his cock, so lightly and briefly that Harry wondered for a moment whether it had actually happened. She moved away, not for just a few seconds, but for longer, so long that Harry was almost surprised when she again kissed his cock again, exactly as before. This time it seemed like an eternity, she played with his balls, kissed and nibbled the inside of his thighs, but despite being so close, ignored what he most wanted.

"Please Trixie, please" Harry mumbled, willing her to take him in her mouth, but still she waited, waited until Harry had almost given up, then almost unexpectedly, Harry felt her soft lips press slowly, clinging against his cock. For Harry it was almost a fulfilment in itself. He sighed, at last relaxing, knowing that the slow teasing was almost over. But Trixie was in no hurry. She kissed, and fondled her way slowly, first up and then down his rigid cock; she had a way as she broke away each time, of almost allowing her lips to stick slightly, as though they were reluctant to leave. Then Harry noticed a change, between the kisses, a wet, hot tongue started to caress, almost massage him, starting at the base of his cock then working to the head, licking, gently at first then eventually, just for a moment, allowing the head of his cock to briefly penetrate her mouth.

This time Trixie did not tease so much, she soon returned, and again taking him into her mouth started to suck firmly, gradually taking more and more of his cock until she could take no more. At last Trixie broke through the fog of pleasure which had clouded over Harry's mind, "I think you're ready now," Harry nodded his agreement. "I want to do it the old fashioned way, with you on top. Is that ok?"

A few hours later when Harry was reflecting on this moment, he decided that if Trixie had suggested doing it during a freefall parachute jump he would have reckoned it a great idea.

Trixie rolled onto her back, and in a moment Harry knelt between her legs. She just smiled encouragement and he sank into her, smoothly in one movement, to the hilt. "Now," suggested Trixie, "I want you to take it slowly, tease me, the same way I teased you.

Harry being by nature a gentleman did his best, but also being by nature, a man, suspected that his best might not let him hold out as long as he would like. Nevertheless, Trixie seemed pleased and he leaned forward to kiss her. "On my ears and neck," suggested Trixie, "I like that." Harry complied.

'Mmmm, she confirmed, and for the first time Harry noticed her tighten around him. Not as strongly as before, but just as pleasurably, the exquisite rippling sensation enveloped Harry's cock. Each time he partially withdrew, she seemed to cling to him, and then when he returned, it was as though he was drawn deeper and deeper into her.

"Harry," panted Trixie breathlessly, "you're going to make me come," Harry didn't notice much difference for a while, but suddenly she blurted, "I'm coming, oh my god, oh, god." As she spoke, Harry was once again aware of the sudden vice like grip of her vagina on his cock, and for the second time her convulsions started to ripple and milk him. This time it was even stronger than before, and it seemed to make no difference that Trixie was in the throes of her own orgasm. In only a few more seconds he poured into her, while she still clutched and pulled every last drop from him. 

Trixies climax started to peter out, and Harry fell forward temporarily exhausted. They lay still, entwined together glistening with sweat in the warm evening air. Harry eventually raised himself a little, "You alright?" 

"Mmmm' yes, oh yes, replied Trixie, "That was so, so good."

Harry pulled out carefully and lay down beside her.

"Harry," Trixie said, almost shyly "Will you suck my titties again, you know, like you did before." Harry did as he was asked, and Trixie sighed contentedly holding him tightly to her. How long he continued Harry could not afterwards remember, but in the end it was Trixie who shook him gently. "Harry, that was even better than the first time," and then she added smiling, "Do you want to make it a hat trick?"

"I really don't think I'm up to a third time, I'm sure that I have never come so much before"

"You'll manage," promised Trixie, "I have a special treat in store for you, a sort of thank you present, just leave it to me. I'm going to give you a blow job... suck you off," she explained unnecessarily. "Now just lie back and leave it to me."

Harry was a young man who knew what was good for him, and everything suggested that doing what he was told made sense. He did not believe he could possibly come again, but well, he thought, it would be bad manners not to let Trixie try.

And did Trixie try. She started off slowly, as she had before, gradually teasing him and always knowing the exact spot to kiss, to touch, to scratch, or maybe rub a little. Little by little without him hardly realising it, Harry's cock stiffened once more. Trixie was paying more attention to his balls this time, gently playing with them, before taking them very gently one at a time into her mouth, and massaging them with her tongue.

Then as she started to suck she very gently ran her finger tip over his asshole, once, twice and then again. "Oh that's good" moaned Harry," and on the strength of that encouragement, Trixies middle finger started to press gently. Trixie sucked a little harder, and as she did so, her finger tip popped very gently through his sphincter. Harry gasped, and Trixie picked up the cue with both tongue and lips. She went through every nuance, every little thing Harry could have imagined, and quite a few that he couldn't. 

She had been licking and sucking his cock for a while when Harry suddenly gasped, "Oh my God," not a terribly original response, but understandable in the circumstances. Trixie had sucked him in and out many times but this time as he touched the back of her throat she just kept on going. Slowly very slowly she pushed down, until at last he was embedded deep in her throat, with her lips squeezing the base of his cock, as she gently manipulated her finger inside his asshole.

Several times Trixie withdrew, only to return, swallowing him easily, almost effortlessly each time. Then quite suddenly she withdrew. "Harry," she said, "When you get that feeling, you know, the feeling that you're going to come in a second or two, let me know, ok please," she smiled.

"Ok," agreed Harry, a little disappointed that she didn't want him to come in her mouth, but what the hell, he was hardly complaining.

Trixie went back to her licking and sucking, and before too long it was apparent that her original prediction would prove to be true, Harry would achieve his hat trick.

"Trixie," he blurted, "I'm going to come I am, ohhhh,' and at that moment Trixie produced her last surprise, instead of backing off she pushed down again deep throating him to the hilt. Her finger worked more vigorously inside his ass and suddenly Harry came again, not in her mouth but deep in her throat. His cock pulsed again and again until his balls ached with the effort until he was utterly spent.

Trixie slowly withdrew from his softening cock and smiled down at him, "Well, how was that, I told you were in for a treat." 

"It was just amazing; I didn't even know it was possible, just amazing," Harry repeated, "You can treat me like that any time you like."

"Mmm' yes," replied Trixie, and Harry did not notice her slightly perplexed look, "Now" she said "Give me a nice long cuddle whilst we settle down."

They lay together in each others arms, and Harry recollected that most if not all the few women he had known liked this post lovemaking cuddle, and it occurred to him, perhaps for the first time, so did he.

Trixie broke the silence which had enveloped them, "Harry, it's time to go now, we must have been here for two hours at least. Come on, get your clothes on." That only took Harry a few seconds and then Trixie spoke up again. "Sit down for a moment;" she took his hand and looked directly at him rather seriously. "Harry, you said just now that you would like another of my 'treats,' anytime you said. Harry," she continued with an, almost sombre expression, "There won't be any more treats, there is only this time. I am not asking you to understand why, but please will you accept that is how it will be." 

Harry looked at her for a few moments before realising she meant exactly what she had said, "Of course," he assured her, a little hesitantly, " I won't pretend I understand, but," he added with a wry smile, "at least I will always have a fabulous memory of you."

Trixie smiled with what seemed to him almost a relieved expression, and in a small gesture touched his cheek with one hand, whilst kissing him gently on the other cheek. "Thank you," she said, "thank you so much," and as she did so, it hit Harry almost forcibly, that this simple gesture was the first time Trixie had responded to him with affection rather than desire.

"Ok then, I'll be going, will you be alright," said Harry, making a slightly awkward good bye.

"I'll be fine," smiled Trixie, "Bye now... no, oh wait a moment, I almost forgot, will you do me one last favour." 

"What is it?"

"Will you," asked Trixie rather earnestly, "Will you come to church next Sunday? I promised I would ask, and nearly forgot."

"That's a pretty small ask," responded Harry with a grin, "I'll do my best."

By the time Harry had walked home it was almost ten o'clock. He was tired out and decided on an early night but despite that could not sleep for some time. It was impossible to work out what had motivated Trixie in such a pre-meditated way, and he still had not come to terms with her sheer skill at love making. She had called the shots from beginning to end; he had thought Carol was pretty experienced in bed, but Trixie was just in a different league. Then Harry recalled what Marjorie Lukis had said to Aunt Diane about Trixie. 'Best not to go there,' he told himself, and dismissed the idea from his mind.




Educating Harry Ch. 07



But the memory that kept on recurring to Harry was not the fantastic sex, but the brief moment at the end when she had kissed his cheek. He now realised that one small gesture of affection was the only one Trixie had made. She had fucked his brains out but Harry now realised, anything deeper had been held back. 'For goodness sake,' he told himself, 'wake up to yourself, stop asking questions and just remember it for what it was, brilliant'

He then turned over and promptly fell asleep.

On Sunday, Harry escorted his Aunt to the ten o'clock service. It was a good turn out and the Reverend William Llewellyn-Jones was well pleased. After he had said goodbye to the last of his congregation he turned to his wife, "So good to see so many people here Trixie," and I was especially pleased to see Harry Salt, you told me he had promised to be here. I don't know how you did it, but it was clearly you who persuaded him to come.

"Yes," replied Trixie, she tucked her arm into her husband's, and, as she smiled up at him, she added contentedly... and without a trace of irony, "Yes William, yes, I suppose I did. I certainly did make Harry come."

To be continued...



Educating Harry Ch. 08



"Thirty eight," gurgled Susan to herself as she tumbled into the turn, then, "thirty nine," a few seconds later, as she turned for the fortieth and last lap of the pool. Susan stopped at the wall panting for breath, she always liked to go flat out for the last three or four laps of her work out.

She stood for a few moments breathing deeply, before suddenly becoming aware of a pair of hands clapping behind her. "Maria, my goodness, you scared me to death, where did you spring from?"

Maria laughed, "I assumed you were here because your car was, but you didn't answer the door bell, so I guessed you were swimming. I let myself in with that key you lent me a couple of weeks back. I've been watching you for almost ten minutes. You put on quite a show. I didn't know you swam nude."

"Only in my own pool," laughed Susan, "When no-one is supposed to be watching. Now pass me that housecoat," she added, as she pulled herself from the water.

"When did you get back from Coffs Harbour?"

"Last night," replied Maria, "Fairly late, so I thought I would call in this morning, to catch up. As you can see, I haven't been idle, coffee?" she suggested, pouring one out, not remembering when Susan had ever refused. "And," she added, "Some hot scones which I bought on the way over."

"How did your Coffs Harbour trip go?" 

"Oh ok, not particularly interesting, just routine, more to the point, what did you make of the famous Joe Callaghan last Thursday evening."

"He was ok," responded Susan unconvincingly, "Well, really rather nice I thought... but hey, just a second, why did you say famous?"

"Hmmm," responded Maria, "you really don't know do you, I had better explain. Joe Callaghan Susan, is reckoned by most Rugby fans as probably the greatest half back to play for Australia for the past forty years."

Maria couldn't have predicted Susan's reaction; she started to giggle, then a little more, until finally she was shaking with laughter. "Oh what an idiot I was," she sniggered, regaining control a little, "I asked him what had happened to his finger and he told me it was bitten off in a Rugby game. "Then I told him... you'll never guess," she giggled, "I told him that Rugby was a nasty violent game"

"You didn't," this time it was Maria who dissolved into laughter. "Susan, you really should read the back pages of the newspaper some times. Joe Callaghan's finger is one of the legends of Australian Rugby. Let me tell you what happened." "When Joe was eighteen or nineteen, he took a gap year before going to Uni. He travelled in Europe, and during the winter played Rugby in France for one of the top clubs. Any way, in a particular match, one of the opposition was a very tough international who had played sixty times for England, and who had a terrible reputation for violent foul play. Joe, who was younger fitter and much more skilful, made this guy look stupid, One thing led to another and when Joe was caught up in a loose maul the guy bit the end off Joe's finger." 

"Oh how horrible," protested Susan.

"But that wasn't the end of it, the referee an Irishman, hadn't seen who had done it, so it looked as though the English guy had gotten away with it, because he was not even sent off. It was half time shortly afterwards, Joe was patched up, and despite what his coach said, he insisted on going back on. At the very first scrum in the second half Joe lined up the biter and hit him: just once, but so hard the guy lost five teeth to one punch. By good luck or bad, depending on your point of view, the match was being televised and the pictures were all over the media the next day. Basically, the story was, '180 pound Aussie battler belts 260 pound English thug,' he became an Aussie sporting hero overnight."

"Didn't he get into trouble?"

"No, not much, well he was sent off for the rest of that match, but he was lucky."

"Why?"

"Firstly, the referee being Irish, saw it as a sort of natural justice, and he issued a pretty soft report, and secondly, the French Rugby Union has never really regarded thumping an Englishman as a terrible offence, so he pretty much got away with it." 

"I still think it was awful," said Susan censoriously, "but did you say he played for Australia."

"Yes he did, and within three years he was the main reason New Zealand were defeated in two series, which as you can imagine, for me as a New Zealander, where Rugby is almost the national religion, that made him a real villain. But quite suddenly, after only twenty or so internationals, he was finished before he was twenty four. Severe cruciate ligament injury," Maria explained, "It can take at least a year or more to recover from that, if at all, so he decided that he would call it a day."

"Oh the poor man," sympathised Susan, "But at least it saved him getting hurt again."

Maria laughed again, "Susan,you just don't get it, if Rugby players, or any footballers for that matter, worried about getting hurt, the game would not exist. They are not even allowed by the rules to wear any protective gear at all, so they know they are going to get hurt practically every game."

"Well I sort of knew that, but I still don't know how they can actually enjoy it." 

"Never mind," responded Maria, shaking her head, "But remind me next winter, and maybe we will go down to Sydney and see one of the international matches at Homebush; more to the point," she continued, "I wonder how soon it will be before you hear from him again," then noticing a slight smile from Susan, "You haven't... not already? He really is keen isn't he."

"He emailed me, to remind me of his promise to deliver anything to Alice in Chicago that she might want, and he also told me he would see me again when he got back from overseas. That irritated me a bit, seemed a bit pushy I thought, taking me for granted. He could have asked."

"Guys like Joe tend not to ask Susan, they go for what they want, and deal with the consequences."

"Yes I know, but for the time being I shall play it cool, I am just not the sort of person who commits emotionally at the drop of a hat, and I find it a bit disconcerting. "Anyway," Susan continued, "That's enough of me, what are you up to today?"

"Not a lot, a few odds and ends of shopping which I missed doing by being away, then this afternoon, Harry is going to start to clear all those old bricks and slates for me. The pallets were dropped off a day or two ago, and he told me that he would begin late this afternoon, so I had better be there when he starts."

"Just remember," grinned Susan, "not to start any silly squabbles, as I remember the last time we spoke, you told me how you felt the urge to put him in his place."

"I did I suppose," responded Maria, "But isn't that pretty much your response to Joe, you are trying to keep him in his place, or at least at bay."

"Mmmm maybe," acknowledged Susan looking thoughtful, "But I also remember something Alice told me, she said that Harry had an uncanny ability to know what she, and I suppose any woman wanted, almost before she did. That, if it is true would make him a dangerous proposition, perhaps you might be a little out of your depth," she challenged.

Maria snorted indecorously, "Don't be so ridiculous, no kid of his age, no matter how smart he might be is... hang on Susan, I'm not going to fall for your teasing, no," she decided smiling, "I shall be perfectly proper and deal exactly as I should with the young man."

"However," Maria conceded to herself as she drove away from Susan's a few minutes later, "What I decide is perfectly proper, is entirely up to me." 

At about four thirty that afternoon, Harry's Ute lurched into Maria's driveway, she was waiting for him, desultorily pruning bushes next to her swimming pool.

"Hi," he greeted her.

"How do you manage to get that old heap registered, it's falling apart" Maria enquired genially, 

"The old ute? replied Harry, not taking the slightest offence. "The body is a bit battered, but mechanically she's as sound as a bell. Good enough for what I want, carries everything, and is very reliable... quite handy for rescuing damsels in distress too, when they pass out," he added grinning.

"Ok," laughed Maria, "Now we had better have a look see, before you get started"

"Jump in then," suggested Harry and when Maria had done so, they made their way slowly down the track, next to which and near the old house, Billy's truck driver had left a load of steel box pallets. 

"What happened to all the bushes and brambles?" said Harry rather surprised. "I had expected to spend the first couple of days clearing them."

"Goats," replied Maria cryptically, then she explained, "I got Mrs Williams from Culgong to send down a small flock of her goats, only a day or so after you first looked at the job. Within a week, they had eaten almost every bush, thorn and blade of grass there was in the paddock.

"Well, they have certainly made the job a bit simpler," said Harry, "And they also seem to have exposed quite a lot more bricks than I had calculated"

Harry started to unload his tools, so Maria decided to leave him to it. "I might pop back later to see how you are getting on."

Harry nodded, and Maria turned to walk back up the steep slope to her house. 

Harry finished pulling his barrow off the ute and glanced up for a moment.

"Wow, she looks good," he thought appreciatively, as he watched Maria's impossibly long legs and magnificent ass undulate slowly and strongly up the hill.

Maria was deliberately putting on a show, and walked a little slower for maximum effect, just before she reached the trees at the top of the slope Maria looked back, and was a little surprised to see that Harry was watching her. She gave the briefest of waves and turned again towards the house, but this time with a huge smile on her face. "Well well," she smirked, pleased with herself, "So Harry Salt is not completely immune after all."

Harry was thinking along similar lines. "At least she wasn't looking for an argument today, and she is a pretty spectacular, but was that for me, she can't have me on her agenda.... can she? Don't be a fool," he admonished himself, "there's no chance." But however dismissive he might be, that small thought kept recurring in Harry's mind, "Would she, nah, no chance... but maybe, just maybe she might." 

He then buckled down to work. Starting from the point furthest away from the house and nearest the track ,he picked up all the loose bricks first. The sun was still warm in the late afternoon, and although he was wearing only shorts, a singlet, boots, and a floppy hat, he was soon warm and covered in dust and sweat. Harry, however, quite liked this sort of repetitive work. He did not like training, or going to the gym to keep fit, but if he could do some manual labour which had a result, he reasoned that if it achieved the same end, it somehow made the repetitiveness worthwhile. 

It also gave him time to himself, and time to think He thought for a while about Trixie and what had motivated her, but couldn't figure her out any more than he had been able to immediately after their time together. In his mind, Harry compared her for a moment with Maria, "Now, she is different, she talks a lot," he said to himself, "But it's still clear as mud why she seems to change her mood so much from one day to the next. Still she seems ok today, wonder if it will last."

He worked on steadily, only stopping occasionally, to take a drink from one of the two big bottles of water he had brought with him. After about two hours he had filled two pallet boxes and started a third. 'I'll give it another ten minutes' he thought, and set to. He didn't notice at first, that Maria, as she had said she would, had returned, and sat on the wall next to the old house. She just sat there watching him, and he decided after a brief smile of acknowledgement to finish the section he had allocated himself.

"Mmmm," Maria said to herself, "He doesn't have any idea how sexy he looks, all covered in dust and sweat, and I'll bet he doesn't have a clue what I'm thinking."

Harry stopped quite suddenly and walked over to her, "That's it for today, if it's ok with you, that is how I would like to do it, a couple of hours each day, late in the afternoon.

"Fine," Maria concurred, "I brought you a drink, though I see you have some of your own."

"Thanks," said Harry, "but you can't have too much on a warm day," and he accepted her offer.

"You've made good progress," commented Maria.

"Thanks to the goats," grinned Harry, "That was a really good idea, saved a lot of time, it's just going to be a long steady slog, I reckon it will take three to four weeks, maybe a bit less." 

Harry then changed the subject, "I was wondering when I was working, do you have any plans, what you might do with the old house."

"Nothing definite," replied Maria, "It will depend on what sort of condition it is in, I haven't even got inside yet, the windows and doors all being welded shut with that steel work."

"I could fix that for you if you like," volunteered Harry, "it would only take an hour or so to get the steel off that small window with an angle grinder. I would need to borrow Fred's portable generator."

"Could you? It's about time the old place was opened up."

"Alright then, I'll bring the genny along, say on Wednesday or Thursday."

Over the next two days Harry followed the same routine, he turned up late in the afternoon, worked for a couple of hours, maybe a little more, Maria would come down for a chat later on, and then he went home.

But the routine was not quite the same, the banter between them grew; "You're looking good today," said Harry, eyeing the close fitting top and shorts Maria wore.

"I feel good," responded Maria pushing out her ample chest, and running one hand slowly through her long hair.

The banter started to turn to blatant flirtation.

"But good for what?" 

"Hmm, I don't know, maybe good for anything." 

"Anything, now that would have to be good."

"You don't look too bad yourself, at least, for a guy who is covered from head to foot in dirt and dust."

'And that,' thought Harry is the problem, he was already half sure that Maria might respond if he made the first move, but being rather more naïve than he realised, he thought that the dirt and dust would put her right off. If only Harry could have read Maria's mind.

"God, I've laid myself on a plate for him, when is he going to do something? I wonder if he has any idea how wet I am, just thinking about it. But I am not going to risk being knocked back, and made a fool of." Which last point, was the exact same reason why Harry was holding back.

So the moment passed, each seeking, even longing for an opportunity, but not knowing quite how to create it.

Harry reminded Maria, "Tomorrow I am bringing the generator and will have a crack at getting into the old house. I'm going to get in through that small second level window, as that has the least steel to cut. If you are at home, could you come down an hour or so sooner than usual, as I will be working from a ladder, and it would be handy if you could pass tools up to me... would save a lot of time," he explained.

"Fine, I'll be here, entirely at your command." 

Over dinner that evening, Harry told his aunt about his plan to get into the old house. "Oh I wish I could be there, to see what you find."

"Probably nothing," laughed Harry, "Why should there be anything there at all?"

"Well," explained his Aunt, "Mr Lalor said all those years ago that welding the steel shutters and doors were to keep thieves out, but although I never thought about it much at the time, that it just doesn't make sense. Fifty years ago country people didn't lock their houses, let alone a work shop or anything like that. Plenty of people today in Hawksworth still don't lock up very much; most people took Mr Lalor at his word, but there is a much more rational explanation," Aunt Diane paused for affect.

"Go on," laughed Harry, "I'll play the sucker, what are we going to find?"

"A tractor," replied his Aunt firmly, "a fifty five year old tractor"

Harry hooted, "Come off it, half the farms in the district have an old tractor in a shed somewhere."

"Yes, but it may be a very particular one, in fact if I am right, I will be able to tell you the exact make, year of manufacture, and possibly the serial number."

"Wanna bet on it?" challenged Harry.

Aunt Diane thought for a moment, "Alright," she said, "I'll write down on a piece of paper exactly what I think you'll find. There you are," she said, suiting the action to her word, "I'll put it behind the mantle clock and you can check it after you have got in."

"How about a stake then?" asked Harry.

"Not sure," replied his aunt, I'll think about it, and you can do the same. Only rule is that the loser can't refuse any legal and reasonable request.

"Done," said Harry emphatically, "And as you are going to lose, I'm going to spend all day thinking up something really good." 

As Harry's day turned out, he was so busy that there was little time to think of anything before he arrived at Maria's. She had not yet returned and as it was unusually hot for October he used the hose next to her swimming pool to cool off. Just as he had thoroughly soaked himself, Maria's car drew into the driveway. She grinned to see him standing there in just a singlet and shorts, soaked to the skin.

"You don't need to use the hose, there's a shower attached to the equipment shed. I use it because it's a salt water pool and I don't like the salt to stay on my skin ... but," she added reflectively, "At least with the hose I can admire the wet shirt display"

"I suspect Maria," suggested Harry, eying the hose and looking at her closely up and down, "In fact I'm pretty certain that you'd look far better in a wet T shirt than me."

"Well, you're not about to find out whilst I've got this outfit on," she said, making for the house, "It cost far too much." She then added "I'll see you down at the old house in about twenty minutes, I have to change first.'

"That's fine," responded Harry, "It will take me at least that long to get all my gear ready."

Within a few minutes Harry had unloaded the ladders and tools, and had started the generator. Maria did not keep him waiting; she arrived as soon as he was ready to start. "You have certainly dressed for the part," commented Harry. Maria had changed into some old boots, a pair of shorts, and a sleeveless shirt at least one size too small which revealed a lot more than it covered. She was also crowned with a battered and improbably large straw hat to keep out the sun, which continued to beat down in the late afternoon.

"This," said Harry "is what we are going to try. This particular window is covered with a piece of thick sheet steel, but it appears to be secured by only four bolts. All the other windows and doors have many more bolts, and the steel is much heavier, so I would prefer to do them from the inside. What we do when the steel is off depends on what we find behind it. I'll need you to generally fetch and carry tools and suchlike. "

"Ok," responded Maria.

Harry started on the lower bolts the screech and sparks of the angle grinder soon indicating that he was cutting metal. In only a minute or so the first bolt was broken, and moved the ladder to get at the second. That too did not last long, and Harry descended to take a breather. The third bolt took much longer as it was awkward to get at, but eventually it snapped. "We will have to be careful with this last one, so stand well back as the steel plate will probably fall off quite suddenly." That proved not to be the case as the steel remained stubbornly in place.

"I think a bit of corrosion is holding it, pass me up that big tyre lever." Harry was right and with a little more leverage the steel suddenly gave way, falling with a heavy clang to the ground.




Educating Harry Ch. 08



"Come down now and take a break," suggested Maria, "the sweat's pouring off you in this hot sun."

"You're right," Harry agreed, "I should have done this in the morning, when we would have been in the shade." He took the bottle of water she offered, turned the genny off, and sat down for a few moments. Maria then surprised him by picking up the towel he always carried in the ute and putting it over his shoulders. She proceeded to rub his shoulders and neck but perhaps, he imagined, a little more languorously than really necessary, lingering just a little longer than she needed to, almost caressing, but then she stopped. 'You're imagining things,' Harry scolded himself silently. 

"Under the steel," Harry explained, "We have an old casement window but it looks fairly solid, so it would be better if we could avoid breaking it. "I'm going to drill a small hole in the frame, then see if I can fiddle up the latch with the back of a fine hack-saw blade."

It only took a minute or so to drill the hole, but for the next thirty minutes Harry gave Maria a demonstration of how patient and persistent he could be. He fiddled endlessly, refusing every time her imprecations to, "Just break the damn glass," then finally he turned, looked down at his impatient assistant and announced, "got it ... now give me a screw, a screw driver, and a pair of grips"

Maria did so, and within seconds Harry had put a screw partially into the hole and used the grips on it to pull the window open a little more than a hands breadth. "WD40," he asked.

"WD what?" queried Maria vacantly.

"The blue spray can with the red top," Harry explained, and when Maria had passed it up, he stretched around to apply a liberal coating to the hinges.

"Now what," she asked, as he came down the ladder again. 

"We just sit for a minute and wait for the hinges to free up a bit."

"I don't know how you can be so patient; I would just yank them open and hope they didn't break." Nevertheless, as Harry sat down in the shade for a few moments she knelt in front of him put the towel over his shoulders and rubbed him down again. In this position Marias breasts swayed beneath her shirt, almost brushing his face, in time to her towelling. There was no doubt now in Harry's mind where this was leading, and the point was emphasised as her rubbing threw him slightly off balance. He grabbed lightly at her waist to steady himself, she stopped rubbing, but did not back away.

"You like that," she suggested placing one hand on his naked thigh, "Being rubbed I mean," Maria licked her upper lip slowly. "Maybe... if I ..." she moved her hand upwards slowly, resting gently over his rock hard cock. She leant forward apparently to kiss him but as she simultaneously squeezed his cock, so, so, gently, she avoided his lips, and kissed him firmly on the forehead. She stood up

"The problem of course," announced Maria grinning widely, "Is that, at this rate we will never get into the old house."

"Are you ok?" she continued laughing, "Can you get up a ladder with, 'um, that, she gestured at his groin."

"Just give me a minute I'll manage it," responded Harry, laughing too.

And he did, a little awkwardly at first, finding that climbing a ladder with an erection is no easy task, but he succeeded, and soon had the window wide open. He peered in. "It's very dark and dusty, there's an upper floor which doesn't seem to have any dividing walls and I can see a staircase on the far side." Harry swung a leg over the sill, feeling for the floor with his foot. He then ducked his head and eased the rest of his body through. His eyes took a moment or two to adjust to the dark, but he took a few cautious steps to test the floor. "The floor seems pretty sound, it..." but Maria interrupted. 

"I'm coming up too," and within a few seconds her face appeared at the window. "Give me a hand," she said, as she wriggled her long limbs through the small opening, "I can't see a thing" 

"Wait a few seconds, your eyes will soon adjust," suggested Harry, "and move away from the window to let a bit of light in." Harry was right, and Maria could soon make out the stairs, and see what appeared to be an old chest of drawers, and two steel trunks, stacked on a table in the darkest corner.

"There's not much to look at up here," said Maria, "Let's try downstairs... oh drat, we won't be able to see."

"Yes we will," replied Harry pulling a small flash light from his pocket, "We had better go down the stairs separately, in case they are shaky."

"You go first then, you are lighter than me."

Harry did so, gingerly testing each step, before putting his full weight on it. He was soon at the bottom. "It all seems ok," he announced, "but the dust is a bit slippery, so be careful." 

Maria soon joined him without mishap, and together they peered intently into the gloom. Like the upper floor there were no dividing walls, and the floor was stone slabs, there the similarity ended, they could clearly see that the ground floor of the old house had been used as a workshop, because the steel shelving around the walls was packed with every kind of tool imaginable. There were spanners, wrenches, drills, screwdrivers, even as Harry recognised, an old tap and die set. The floor was also littered with old jerry cans, wheels and abandoned parts.

"It looks," said Maria "As though this place was closed up in a panic, because nothing has been removed, I wonder why? "What's this?" she added, moving over to the darkest back corner. Harry followed her. "This," was a large object, about 1.5 metres high and wide and three or four metres long. It was completely covered in a heavy old tarpaulin, and very securely tied with ropes.

"I think, in fact I have a horrible suspicion that it might be an old tractor," replied Harry. He looked around for a few moments, and soon found an old billhook which would cut the rope. It was hardly necessary as the old rope disintegrated with the slightest blow. Harry lifted the tarpaulin, it too, although heavy, was very fragile and tore easily. Within a few seconds Harry had removed the tarp from the front, revealing beneath, a surprisingly clean, orange yellow tractor. He shone his light on the radiator, at the top was a name badge, which even in the gloom, he could see quite clearly said, "Chamberlain"

Maria didn't notice Harry grinning to himself, "Come on let's get out of here, we'll come back when we can let in some more light." She pulled his hand lightly, but only succeeded in knocking the flashlight from his grasp. It went out, "Damn," Harry crouched down, but looking for it was a hopeless task. As he went to stand again, he bumped against Maria in the dark, and she losing her balance grabbed at him.

Suddenly everything changed in the dark, stuffy, silent old house, Maria and Harry tumbled together, clumsily, groping, gripping, grasping one another in the dark silence. Their pent up anticipation, their frustration, and just plain lust took control of them like a torrent, seizing them, almost depriving them of their own wills, answering only to the urgent imperative each had of possessing the other.

Harry's lips smashed into hers, meeting a hunger the equal of his own, Maria seized at his cock, roughly yanking Harry onto her. But only for a moment: she immediately released him, to tear at his shorts, she wanted him in her. In a few seconds her object achieved, Maria raised herself to help Harry strip her. He was rougher than intended, and accidentally made a long scratch on her ass as her panties were ripped away. Maria hardly noticed, she spread her long legs wide and pulled Harry towards her. There was no foreplay, no sophisticated seduction, just the unassailable animal passion of two people bent on the same objective. Harry drove into her to the hilt.

Later, Maria's only recollection of that moment was her explosive, "Thank God," as her long held frustration was released. What, a few weeks ago, after the lunch party, had been little more than a speculation, had grown into a possibility that had possessed her mind, and which in turn, had made the tension of the last few days almost unbearable. But now, he was hers, his cock was hers; she had taken possession of him. First one, then a second, long and still booted leg, wrapped themselves around Harry, and Maria's ass started to move.

For Harry, the moment was much simpler. It had only been in the last three days that he had begun to realise that Maria wanted him. As his cock entered her, he felt he was penetrating a vast steaming wet cavern, it was almost as though his entire body was being sucked in, was being consumed by her. 

Then, as her legs wrapped around him, Maria began to grip him, her sex almost seizing his cock. Harry started to thrust slowly deliberately driving into her, her ass scraping into the dusty floor. Sweat poured from both of them in the stuffy darkness, but still they pushed and plunged, grunting and heaving to their climax.

Neither could remember later, how long it took, but it was Maria who started to orgasm first. "Ohhhh," she screamed hoarsely, "Fuck me, fuck me, as she slammed her booted feet to the floor, bucking wildly. Her finger nails slashed down Harry's back, and she grasped his butt, pulling him into her as he started to come, pumping again, and again, and again.

And then...quiet. Harry lay, slumped on her, still in her, covered in heat and sweat, but very still. Maria held him very close, gently, his head on her breasts, reluctant to release him. "Thank you, I needed you so much," she murmured, almost formally; she kissed him on the top of his head, and he in turn kissed her breast. Harry was silent, but they both lay coupled together for some time, just content to be, each with the other.

Eventually, Harry raised himself, "you are amazing," he said simply, "just amazing." "Now," he added, withdrawing carefully, "We have to find our way out of here."

"Can you find your clothes," giggled Maria in the dark, "I don't know where I put my shorts... oh here they are."

It took a little longer for Harry to locate his, but once they were found he suggested, "It would be easier if we went back upstairs and dressed in the light, I can just see the outline of the stairs."

Taking Maria's hand, they fumbled their way slowly to and up the stairs, eventually emerging into the half light where they pulled on their shorts.

"Oh lord," giggled Maria, "I left my panties behind."

"Never mind," said Harry, "You go first," and he helped Maria through the window onto the ladder."

She was down in no time and he followed right behind.

"Hey," said Harry laughing, "Look at you, you're absolutely filthy." 

Maria looked in the ute's wing mirror.

"Well, you're no better."

Neither was he, he was covered from head to foot in sweat and red dust.

"You're right" he confirmed laughing; we'll finish now for the day and get cleaned up. I'll leave the 'genny' here and we'll tackle the other doors and windows over the next few days."

"It would be good if you could do that," confirmed Maria, "And where is that towel of yours, I need something to sit on, unless you want come all over the seat of your ute."

"Maybe not," Harry grinned, handing it over, before he quickly tossed all his tools into the ute.

"Ok," said Maria, as they stopped next to her house, "We'll use the outside shower, I'll go first, my need is, 'um slightly greater than yours, unfortunately there is only room for one at a time."

She emerged surprisingly quickly, wrapped in a big beach towel and Harry took her place. In a few minutes he emerged refreshed having re-donned his wet shorts.

"What did you put those on for," protested Maria, "We have hardly started, come on in."

"Ahh, actually no," responded Harry, "I can't, at least not tonight, I have promised Aunt Diane I'll play host for some people she is having round.

"But... but I thought."

"No can do," repeated Harry, "Not tonight anyway. Tomorrow yes" he smiled, "We'll make an evening of it," and giving her a brief kiss and a wave, he jumped into the ute and was away before she could protest more.

Maria was not happy, she was furious; she had made her breakthrough and wanted more, and worse, she knew Harry was lying. Only at lunch time Maria had run into Diane in town and learned that Diane would in fact not be at home this evening at all.

"Right Harry Salt," Maria said grimly, "we will make an evening of it," and you young man, are going to find out what it's like to be thoroughly fucked over: thoroughly," she promised, before turning on her heel and striding indoors.

Harry meanwhile cruised homewards, "I shouldn't have fibbed" he thought, "but things were moving a bit too fast... and tomorrow is another day."

He drove on; blissfully unaware of the storm Maria planned to break over his head.

To be continued...



Educating Harry Ch. 09



Harry took the envelope from behind the clock and sat down for breakfast opposite his aunt.

"So I won," she enquired with a silky smile."

"I haven't opened it yet," protested Harry

"You wouldn't even be looking if I wasn't right," explained his aunt, smiling. "You would be speculating about age catching up with me, or something rude like that."

Harry slit open the envelope and opened the slip of paper. He read out his aunt's clear handwriting, "1956 Chamberlain Super 70... Aunt Diane," he grinned, "you are without doubt a witch, a crafty and it seems a winning witch. How on earth did you work it out?" 

"Ah Harry, the person who solves 'who dunnits' is invariably the one with the greatest amount of facts, and in this case I was that person: I'll explain.

"Once I had made up my mind that Mr Lalor's extra security only made sense if he had something to hide himself, rather than there being any real fear of a burglary, everything started to fall into place. I'll fill you in with the story.

"I finished at Uni in 1957 and married your late uncle, who had started his farm machinery business here only a couple of years before. At the time, wheat farming was beginning to replace sheep raising in the district, so your uncle applied for, and got the agency to sell Chamberlain Tractors. Now, a Mr Morgan turned up one day and wanted to buy one of the tractors, a Super 70. Morgan was a contractor, and a pretty shady character, 'flash as a rat with gold teeth,' the old timers would have said. I advised your uncle not to arrange finance for him, so Mr Morgan went to the bank. He got no joy there either, because really, he was a man of no substance. But a few days later, to our surprise the bank did advance the money, but, as we found out later, only because Morgan persuaded Mr Lalor to guarantee him."

"Why did he do that?" interjected Harry.

"As in all good stories Harry, the love of a woman was behind it, a very silly woman as it turned out. Mr Lalor had a daughter, Lily, who was thirty one or two and in those days that was decidedly on the shelf. Worse than that, Lily didn't have a skerrick of sense in her head. Mr Morgan came courting and in no time at all Lily was referring to him as her fiancée, but once Morgan had the tractor his interest in Lily cooled rapidly. Mr Lalor was furious, but what could he do, he couldn't get Morgan to take Lily on, and I'm quite sure he couldn't get his money back."

"But that doesn't explain..."

"Just wait and I'll finish," responded Aunt Diane raising a cautionary finger. "One day a couple of very tough looking men turned up. They were debt collectors and repossession men from Sydney; Mr Morgan's past was catching up with him. Morgan of course did the time honoured thing; he shot through as fast as he could, and was never seen or heard of again in the district. The debt collectors sold the few assets he left behind, but the most important asset, the tractor, had just disappeared. In hindsight Mr Lalor was the only logical suspect really. He probably thought, 'why not,' it was his money that bought it, but he got scared when the debt collectors started looking around. Then of course Mr Lalor died only a few months later, and it was all forgotten.

"But," Diane added, "I did feel sorry for Lily, even if she was a fool"

"Why," said Harry, "it was her own fault"

"Perhaps it was," replied his aunt, "But I remember you see, for the previous twenty years everybody had laughed at Lily Lalor's silliness behind her back, but after her humiliation, she knew they were laughing, and they were laughing to her face. That was the difference, she knew, poor woman, and it was not entirely her fault, Morgan lied to her, deceived her. Men do it all the time, tell women lies that is. It's contemptible," she concluded.

"Yes," replied Harry evenly, "And now I suppose you are going to tell me what the stake is I lost."

"Hmmm, not yet, I have one or two ideas, in fact it might be a few weeks, but," she stressed, "I shan't forget."

"No I'm sure you won't," laughed Harry, "And I shall not forget, not to bet with you again." 

"Oh and by the way," his aunt reminded him changing the subject, "I checked my diary this morning and I have a reminder that you are to take a phone call from the US. about that post graduate opportunity."

"That's ok," said Harry "I haven't forgotten, it's booked for nine this morning, which I think is about five or six in the afternoon for them. I was asked in the email to allow for up to two hours, so I have left the whole morning free. "

"You've only got twenty minutes then, I'll be going out, so you won't be disturbed."

Sure enough, only a couple of minutes late, Harry's call came through on skype. A pleasant rather sombre dark haired woman of about forty five appeared on his computer screen. "Hi Harry," the professor introduced herself, "I am Alex Schering." After a few pleasantries she suggested, "I have a stack of questions to ask you and things to tell you. I am sure you have the same so why don't I go first then you come back to me with anything I have missed or queries you may have." After more than ninety minutes Professor Schering told him she was pretty much finished. She had been so well prepared that Harry got through his agenda much quicker, and eventually told her he hoped they would be able to meet when he went to the US in late January or February.

The professor announced she was very happy with how things had gone but then added, "there is just one more thing and I say this to every one who works with me, so bear with me. Academic life can be a lot more competitive, cutthroat, and even downright bitchy than many outsiders imagine. I have seen things said and done that I would not want to be part of. I give to my students and colleagues the very highest standards of academic and professional integrity. I don't exploit anyone unfairly, and I expect them to reciprocate with the very highest standards of professional integrity and honesty. I say this Harry, because there are always professional disagreements, but so long as we have absolute mutual trust, they can be worked through."

Harry was slightly taken aback by her determined assertion, and acknowledged, but did not respond to her point, he thanked her and the discussion was terminated.

On emerging from the call Harry could see that it had been raining for most of the morning, and while it was still relatively cool and overcast, the rain had eased off. "Hmmm," he thought "Nothing else is scheduled, so I'll have something to eat, get over to Maria's and make a long shift of it."

So it was, that shortly after mid day he drove into Maria's driveway. She had left a short note pinned to the door, "Back at six - M"

Within a few minutes Harry had started work, taking advantage of the softened ground, to dig out as many of the buried and half buried bricks as possible. The work gave him plenty of time to think and while it was the long phone call that morning which occupied his mind the most, he kept returning to what his aunt had said, 'telling lies was contemptible,' and then the rather dour American professor had added weight to the comment, 'the very highest standards of integrity and honesty,' her words constantly drummed through his mind. Against that, he set the 'white lie' he had told Maria, when he had left the day before. Harry told himself, 'it didn't cause any harm... she would never know...' but then his conscience would take up the cudgels, 'you know it was a lie, you will always know...so what are you going to do about it?'

'Nothing,' was his initial response, 'it'll soon blow over,' but then the memory of the American's stricture intervened, 'I expect integrity and honesty, absolute mutual trust.' 

Harry worked on through the dull and showery afternoon, his mind again and again mulling over the stupid situation he had placed himself in. Eventually he decided on a course of action, and almost as soon as he had made his decision, the heavens opened and it poured with rain. It was almost six o'clock anyway, so he packed up and made his way up the track. Maria was not quite due to return, so Harry made use of the swimming pool shower.

Once he had changed into clean clothes, Harry approached the house and was surprised to see the door open, "Anyone home?" he called, and immediately heard Maria's steps on the tiled floor.

"Come in," she greeted him, leading him into the kitchen, "Coffee?" she enquired cooly, motioning him to sit down.

"Thanks yes," Harry replied as Maria busied herself.

"Maria," Harry hesitantly started, Maria, Umm,' I 'uh, I have an apology to make."

"Have you," she responded bluntly, "Well you had better get on with it then."

Maria stood unsmiling, looking down on him, clearly not at all happy, Harry was taken aback by her obvious coldness, but he was already committed.

"Yesterday, "I did not tell the truth, in fact I lied to you, I had no reason to get home early at all, Aunt Diane wasn't entertaining. I made it up... everything was going a bit too fast..." he petered out lamely, then added, "I'm sorry," and he looked up holding her gaze, waiting for her reaction.

"Of course you lied," said Maria chillingly, "I knew it, as soon as the words were out of your mouth, but you shot off before I could say a word not ten minutes after we had been screwing in the old house," she turned on him angrily, "You took it into your head that you could screw me around as well."

"Yes... No... but I."

"Be quiet, I have a few things to say to you Harry Salt. As I told you, I knew right from the off that you had lied. So for the last twenty four hours I have been wondering what the hell it was all about. You might think it was an innocuous fib, something of no great consequence, well I don't! Five minutes ago, I swear I was so angry I felt like pulling your head off. But now what do you do; you come in here with a lame, an absolutely pathetic apology, and a feeble excuse."

Maria stopped for breath, but continued to stalk up and down the kitchen like a caged tigress.

She spun around, still angry. "And now what do you expect, after humiliating me. I suppose you think your pathetic apology deserves some sort of forgiveness... well it damn well does not!" She slammed her hand down on the bench. It's easy to be forgiven Harry, but it's a damn sight less easy to forgive, just you remember that."

"I can't say how much..." 

"I know you can't Harry, but equally you cannot expect me to suddenly say everything is fine again." She suddenly grinned... "But you wouldn't even be sitting here now, if you had continued with your lie."

"I'm sorry Maria, I was stupid, but believe me I never meant to cause any hurt at all, never. Perhaps," said Harry lamely, standing up, "Perhaps it would be better if I left now."

"Harry," exclaimed Maria, this time laughing genuinely and shaking her head, she placed both hands on his shoulders and looked him straight in the eye. "You really don't get it do you... it would not be better if you left now... it would not be better at all... not one tiny little bit." 

She hesitated for a few moments. Then with deliberate calm continued, "In a few moments we are going upstairs. and I am going to fuck your brains out... mercilessly." she added.

"B' but I."

Maria took his hand, "Don't 'but' me Harry, don't argue, and don't even think of saying no. 

"Upstairs, now!" 

The bedroom was big, and it needed to be, as it contained the biggest bed Harry had ever seen.

"You've had a shower haven't you, I'm going to have one too so get undressed because I'm coming for you as soon as I'm finished." Harry took Maria at her word, undressed and sat on the bed, naked, and more pensive than he would have cared to admit. While she showered he told her what he had done, and she was surprised to learn that Harry had put in almost six hours work that afternoon.

Maria emerged quite quickly wrapped in an enormous white towel. She turned her back to him and towelled herself vigorously. Harry realised she was putting on an exhibition for his benefit and enjoyed every moment as she first dried her back and then moved slowly over her ass to her legs.

"You look fabulous Maria," said Harry appreciatively, and he really meant it. Maria suddenly spotted the tiniest dampness on one of her feet, which made it absolutely necessary to bend right over, showing off her impossibly long legs, and magnificent ass to full advantage.

"You like?" she grinned over her shoulder as she stood up.

"Oh I like...very much, replied Harry. To Harry at that moment as Maria stretched up to her full 1.9 metres( 6 feet 3 inches) she was an amazing athletic figure, a superwoman, and somehow her supreme self confidence seemed to add another dimension.

She turned around, her heavy breasts hung, pendulous and low, her expression changed.

The smile left Maria's face, she stared down at Harry intently, and as he thought for a moment, almost threateningly. She knelt on the edge of the bed and crawled slowly forward and astride him. In passing, she grasped his rigid cock roughly for a moment. "I hope you're going to be up to this," she addressed it, and only half jokeingly.

Maria pushed ahead and leant forward allowing her swinging breasts to brush across Harry's chest and then to bump, bump each side of his face. "Better than a punch in the nose eh," she laughed. Then, as she sat astride his chest for a moment, Harry went to grab her breasts. "No no, not yet," responded Maria, slapping his hands away with a wicked grin, "I have something else in mind." She held his wrists and pressed his hands down onto the bed, while at the same time; she raised herself and pushed back, seeking his cock. In a moment she pushed again this time impaling herself to the hilt. "Now I have you where I want you," she announced, and started to roll her ass and grind against him.

Before too long Harry cried out, "Oh God Maria that is so good"

"Is it?" she replied and promptly stopped.

Maria then leant down; in fact lay down on him resting all of her eighty five kilograms (188 pounds) on him. Harry realised for the first time the full effect of a twenty two kilogram (50 pounds) weight difference. "You're my prisoner," said Maria smiling. Then she kissed him: not a sweet kiss, not a gentle kiss, nor an affectionate kiss, not even a shared kiss, but one of unchecked passion, a lip smashing, a teeth grinding kiss, of lust, an assertion, a challenge, a claim of possession.

Harry's hands were released, and he responded, but could do little, other than grasp at the Amazon writhing upon him. But after a minute or so Maria suddenly stopped, she pushed herself up, flicking her long hair back from her face. "You're almost forgiven... almost, but not quite."

Harry was more relieved than he would have admitted; he had been more than a little uncertain of Maria's temper the last few minutes. "Almost?" he queried tentatively.

"You have a final penance," Maria told him firmly, "You're going to eat me out."

"Oh," said Harry

"Do you know how?" Maria asked. 

Harry nodded.

"Good," replied Maria easing herself off Harry's cock. She did not lie down as he had anticipated but shuffled forward still astride him until her pussy was level with his chin. "Now Harry, whatever you do, don't dare stop until I tell you," she admonished him, "I take a long time to come, so you'll have to work at it."

And with that, Maria moved up the bed another few inches and sat her pussy unequivocally on Harry's mouth; her powerful thighs gripped his head firmly.

Harry had never been placed in this position before and in the beginning at least, Maria took what pleasure she could, rubbing and thrusting against his tongue and lips, plastering him with her juices. But gradually, very gradually Harry was able to assert himself, a tiny fraction and then a fraction more. At first his tongue merely whipped lightly over her labia, then as Maria slowed for a moment, it flickered slowly and purposefully towards her clit. "Ugggh," Maria moaned, slightly surprised, but she settled for a few moments, allowing Harry to apply a succession of slow clinging strokes. "Ugggh," moaned Maria again, "so good, oh so good," Harry encouraged, ventured a little further with a long passage of slow firm licking and followed that by taking her engorged clit between his lips and sucking gently while still tonguing her steadily.

Later that evening when Maria was alone, she listened to a Scarlatti CD, and remembered this passage as being not unlike a baroque flute concerto, Harry, the maestro, played a steady beat, moderato, adding subtle variations, first very soft, pianissimo, then slightly harder, piano, after that a confident mezzo forte, before diminishing, diminuendo, then repeating the progression, again and again and again, slowly building tempo.

Harry's jaw ached, he loved giving head, but had never been so tried or tested before, the minutes stretched before him, and he was no more conscious than Maria, that through the single contact of his tongue to her pussy, the game had subtly changed. Maria was now almost lost in a sea of pleasure, with wave after wave flowing over, through her.

At last fortissimo! Maria's orgasm rose within her, bursting through, pulling her apart with pleasure. She bucked and heaved, finally tearing herself away from Harry's tormenting tongue, unable to take more stimulation, but still lost in the throes of her massive climax. She grabbed the headboard with one hand to steady herself, while her body still twitched involuntarily, compulsively. Silent, except for guttural growls of joy, she could say nothing.

Harry, startled for an instant, rolled clear from beneath her. His only thought now was for himself. He leapt behind her, and in one swift thrust penetrated her to the hilt. Maria her orgasm almost finished was knocked forward, almost off balance and to avoid losing her, Harry grabbed a bunch of her hair and pulled back hard. She was stuck, with her face in the pillows, one hand on the top of the headboard, and the other jammed under it.

She was literally ambushed, "His cock, he's using me," But then, from her confusion, emerged something not entirely clear but which surprised her completely. Her body was battling with her mind, willing her to acquiesce, to enjoy, to even help this invasion. Her mind protested, "No no, I hadn't planned it to be like this," but the demands of her body won the argument, "He's fucking me, subduing me," but she still raised her ass a little more, to enable his ravaging cock to penetrate, just a little further. In her mind Maria never surrendered, but her body told a different story, glorying in her submission.

And then quite suddenly it was all over, Harry began to ejaculate, stream after stream of come into her. Maria knelt quite still, passively, almost obediently, to better receive his gift. Harry at last stopped and released his grip on her hair. Maria freed her lower hand, and sank full length onto her stomach, exhausted. For a few minutes Harry lay still upon her, but as his cock finally started to shrink, he withdrew carefully, and rolled over onto his back. They lay like that for some time, silent, collecting their thoughts. Harry was a little concerned, "Maybe I shouldn't have jumped on her like that, I hope she isn't going to be pissed off again." But almost immediately his mind was put at rest, as Maria too, rolled onto her back and snuggled up affectionately, holding him to her.

But Maria was still confused. "He was going to give me head, then I was going to fuck him, not the other way around. Why did you let him do it?" she asked herself, and for the moment didn't recollect her earlier pleasure in submission, Maria didn't do submission ...did she?

But for the moment at least, the two of them just lay there, each with their own thoughts.




Educating Harry Ch. 09



Harry, however, did not have to wonder for too long, he felt Maria's long fingers brush lightly across him, then downwards. Her palm hesitated for a moment over his cock then moved a little further. She took his balls in her hand, cradling them, squeezing very gently, weighing them in her hand. "Your balls are humungous," she announced, "Maybe that's why you come a lot... a helluva lot," she added contemplatively. "Do you come much second time around?"

"Doesn't seem to make much difference," grinned Harry, "Second, or even third time for that matter... but it does take a bit longer."

"Ha, all talk," countered Maria, "But now I shall expect you to show me, but first," she added, "I need to wake my little friend up."

Maria's head moved down, her hair obscuring Harry's view, but a second later her warm breath was closely followed by soft lips enveloping the head of his half hard cock. Maria was in no hurry. She sucked a little, very gently then licked and kissed her way to his balls; she sucked a little more then withdrew for a moment. "Not bad," she concluded to herself, "Nice and hard, average sort of length but thicker than most. Just right in fact," and having completed her examination, Maria settled down to give Harry a prolonged blow job.

Harry just lay back, enjoying himself; he was a little surprised that Maria was so patient and so gentle. She moved slowly, intermingling kisses with firm sucking and licking. After a few minutes Maria sensed Harry was tensing up, so she just backed off for a while. "You'd like me to suck you off?" she asked. 

"Ugggh yeah," was Harry's incoherent response.

"Maybe I will, but then," she added swiping at his cock with the tip of her tongue, "Maybe I won't... not today anyway."

She looked up to see Harry's response.

"In that case," replied Harry, "Maybe I should do something for you," First he kissed her gently on the lips, before moving, very slowly, planting small kisses on her neck. He kissed her ear and tickled it with her tongue. 

Maria giggled, "I'm ticklish," she explained, but Harry had already moved on, he picked up one of her heavy breasts and ran his tongue first around and then quickly backwards and forwards across her nipple. "Mmmm, that's good, really good," she confirmed and pulled his head tightly to her. Harry followed her lead and took the rigid stubby nipple into his mouth. He sucked firmly, and Maria gasped in pleasure. Harry changed tack slightly and took as much of her breast as he could before he suckled again but now much harder.

And so they went on. Harry sucked and fingered Maria for a time, until she turned her attention again to blowing Harry. For most of an hour they took turn and turn about, each in succession pleasuring the other, without either feeling the need to perform in any particular way. They were enjoying each other and developing an intimacy which in the fraught atmosphere of their confrontation in the kitchen only an hour or so before had seemed most unlikely.

Then with a sort of mutually agreed acceptance, Harry pushed Maria gently onto her back positioned himself between her legs and slipped quietly into her. They fucked, not vigorously, or wildly, but with a slow burning, considered passion. Maria held Harry close, his head resting on her breasts just under her chin. He humped her slowly, and she responded in kind, receptively rather than aggressively or demandingly. Lovemaking had replaced fucking.

Maria was the first to notice, something was stirring within her, she rarely came with straight intercourse, but the long petting and the slow loving was about to pay its dividend. She grew towards orgasm steadily, but with absolute certainty and eventually Harry started to feel her contractions. Maria's breath shortened, and then, as she went over the edge, she took a huge gasp, clutching Harry to her. Convulsing involuntarily around his cock, she made it impossible for him to hold back. Harry's balls tightened, the familiar feeling in the base of his cock triggered. With short thrusts he started to hose Maria's vagina with semen, he pumped, pumped and pumped again, until every ounce was within her.

It was over for both of them, Harry slumped forward, resting his sweat soaked body on Maria. "Harry," she kissed the top of his head, "Harry, you were wonderful, just wonderful."

Harry reciprocated with an incoherent mumble which Maria took, correctly, to mean much the same, he moved to withdraw. "No," Maria whispered, "stay inside me, I want to hold you."

Again Harry said nothing but signified his consent with a soft kiss. Maria held him gently, one hand over his shoulder the other rubbing his back soothingly. They lay like this for a long time, and as they cooled it seemed that they were sensitive to the lightest touch. Harry slowly shrivelled inside Maria and eventually she noticed he was very still, "Harry," she whispered, "Harry," but then she giggled to herself, Harry was fast asleep.

Maria did not move to get out from under, at least not straightaway. "It feels kinda weird, weird, but good," she thought, "To know that he's completely exhausted himself, to give me what I wanted," she smiled and held him close some more.

But a while later Maria did carefully roll Harry onto his back and lifted herself from him. "Oh lord," she started, "What a mess," a few strides and she was in the shower. As she passed in front of the mirror, Maria was almost startled at how happy she looked, but she had no time to think about it. She stood in the shower amazed at the excess semen running out of her. "Where the hell does it all come from?" she asked herself, "I hope it works." The reflection brought Maria up short for a moment, as she remembered her original motivation for the relationship she had started with Harry. She was a long time in the shower, making quite certain all traces of their love making were gone.

An hour later Harry appeared downstairs. He too had showered and dressed. "I fell asleep," he explained sheepishly.

"Yes," grinned Maria, "Asleep on the job, I don't think I've ever been so insulted," she laughed. 

"And I," countered Harry "Have never been so exhausted by such an incredible woman." 

"Good answer," acknowledged Maria. "Now," she said "Eat this, you can't have had anything for eight hours at least."

This was a huge bowl of angels hair pasta with fish, 'tuna,' thought Harry, in a sort of creamy sauce with some herbs which he could not quite identify. He ate in silence and just as he was finishing Maria observed, "That'll restore your energy, six hours digging out bricks, and two hours with me... maybe it's all a bit too much for you," she grinned."

Harry laughed, "I'll manage, don't force me to make a choice."

"Well you shouldn't get too tired tomorrow, heavy rain is forecast."

"Yeah, I noticed that, but if so, I thought I would bring some lights, which I can run off the genny, and start opening up the other doors and windows of the old house."

"Mmmm, almost seems a shame though, letting all the light in, we won't be able to fool around in the dark anymore."

"Then we'll have to think of something else," grinned Harry, but for now I had better get going, will you be home again tomorrow?"

"Not sure," replied Maria blithely, keeping him guessing, "I might be out, I have one or two things I should do."

Within two hours Harry was at home, in his own bed and asleep, dead to the world until his alarum woke him early, at six o'clock. Awake in an instant, he remembered that his second conference with another US based academic was only half an hour away. A huge mug of tea, and some fuel in the form of a large piece of leftover cold pizza, and Harry was ready, almost...then he remembered he would be on camera and had a rapid shave and put on a clean shirt.

The interview was much like the first, a lot of detailed question and answers; it seemed to Harry that either would give him the capacity, facilities and support to enable him to do what he wanted. The more the Professor spoke, the more Harry thought it would depend on how well he could work with the different people. The first interview had been a little less fluent, the lady was blunter, and less concerned to be persuasive but, "I dunno though," thought Harry, "She has something." However, like his first interview, it was left that a final decision could be made after a face to face meeting in February.

When Harry finally made his way downstairs, he found his aunt about to sit down, with a coffee and the newspaper's cryptic crossword. He made his way to the kitchen and prepared some raison toast and more tea. He sat down and ate in silence, knowing that his aunt liked to complete her crossword in one session. After a few minutes she put her pen down and glanced up at the clock. "Fourteen minutes exactly," confirmed Harry grinning, "Well done." 

"Not really," replied his aunt frowning slightly, "I like to do all the across clues before I start on the down clues, but I couldn't quite manage it this morning... but enough of that, what are you up to today?"

"Well, it is still raining hard, so no one wants their lawns cut, but if there is a break in the rain this afternoon, I might have a crack at removing some more of the steel shutters from Maria's old house, I will be working from the inside out," Harry explained, "So once I have started, the weather won't affect me."

"Will you be opening up the big door today?"

"Probably not," replied Harry, "I'll leave that till last, the first priority is to get some light into the place."

"Hmmm," said his aunt rather pensively. "I have an idea, or at least the beginning if an idea, but I need to talk to Maria and a couple of other people first."

"And your idea is?"

"Not fully sorted out in my mind yet," smiled his Aunt, "But I would like to be there when you open up the big doors, perhaps if you see Maria, you could let her know I want to talk to her. Now Harry, I haven't asked you how your interview went, tell me all about it."

Harry knew from past experience that his aunt would not explain any more until she was good and ready, so he embarked on a detailed account of his morning discussion.

The rain did not in fact ease off until very late in the day, but eventually at around five o'clock a break came. Harry jumped into his ute and within ten minutes was at Maria's. Within another half hour he had the generator running, the lighting array and all his other tools up the ladder and through the window of the old house. Pausing for breath Harry was almost pleased when it started to tip down with rain again. It felt like a minor victory. The first two lights lit up the whole of the upper floor and revealed not only the chest of drawers and other smaller pieces of furniture which he had seen before but two old steel trunks which when he tried to lift them proved to be full.

"Not the time to look into that now," decided Harry and continued to run the cable down the stairs. He turned on two more powerful lights, "Wow," Harry muttered "it's an Aladdin's cave. Apart from the tractor in the corner, the benches and walls were covered in every kind of tool that could be imagined. 

But once again he set aside any further investigation and looked at what he would need to do to free the doors and windows. They had all been secured the same way with sheets of steel bolted through the door and window frames. The small door at the back had been bricked up from the outside, obviously the last thing done before the house had been abandoned.

Firstly Harry sprayed all the nuts and bolts with WD40, they were rusted but not too much and would likely shift fairly easily. Fortunately the bolts which had been used on the big door were excessively long so in addition to the WD40 Harry was able to wrap some rag around each of them and soak them in diesel oil.

"Better leave that for a while," he said to himself, "Let's have another look at the small door." The door was still in place, and as Harry noticed gratefully, was on brass hinges. A little lubrication and Harry tugged gently, it moved, squeakily, but with some more lubrication opened wide quite easily, behind it was what Harry guessed was a single layer of bricks cemented into the door frame.

"Damnit," swore Harry softly, he had forgotten to bring a hammer, "Idiot," he corrected himself, "There's a pile of tools in here, bound to be something that will do." There was, he soon found a medium sized sledge hammer. The handle was loose but a few taps on the end with a piece of old iron tightened it up.

Harry started to swing the old hammer in earnest and it only took a few blows before the first brick was knocked out. More followed and Harry soon had a sizeable hole in the bottom of the doorway. He stopped to rest for a few seconds. "Now," he considered, "That brick near the edge on the left, it's a sort of keystone, if I give that a good belt there's a fair chance all the rest will collapse."

Collapse it did. The brick went flying out, and suddenly, the remainder of the brickwork collapsed under its own weight in a cloud of dust.

"Oh lord, you scared me to death," there, not three metres away approaching the house was Maria.

Harry grinned, "Don't complain, it's not every day you'll get a guy to knock down a brick wall to get to you."

Maria stepped in from the rain, her only concession to it being gumboots and an umbrella. "Goodness me," she exclaimed, it's like an old junk yard."

"Oh I don't know about that, there's some interesting stuff here."

"Hmmmf stuff," snorted Maria, "men's stuff, "The sort of stuff they keep in sheds forever. Tools and widgets and thingammies and whatnots... men's stuff."

"It's good stuff, women just don't get it."

Maria shook her head "If you are just clearing up, I'll have a look around," she smiled.

Harry shifted all the bricks away from the doorway and with some effort managed to drag the generator inside without turning it off. It made the house very noisy. Maria returned and as they were about to leave Harry stopped the generator.

"Y'know Harry," said Maria thoughtfully, "This place appears to be as sound as a bell, I had expected it to be eaten to pieces by termites, but there is no sign of them, definitely not in the door or window frames, nor the floor. I can't reach the roof timbers, but what I can see looks alright. It's a bit of a relief, because the old house is a listed building of historical interest, and I thought it might cost a mint to fix up. I have an idea now what I might do with it, but I will have to talk to a few people."

Harry shut the door and they both got into his ute, "You're the second woman today who has told me she has an idea that she has to talk to a few people about." He then related to Maria, firstly that his aunt had asked if she could have a look at the old house when the main door was opened up, and also that she wanted to speak to Maria.

"What about?" asked Maria.

"Haven't a clue," he replied, "Aunt Diane won't tell me until she has spoken to you." But Harry added conspiratorially, "Aunt Diane can also tell you a yarn about how and why the tractor ended up here."

"Why can't you tell me?"

"Because it's Aunt Diane's story, but I can tell you it's a good story, it's got crooked dealing, theft, a spurned lover, a runaway and a visit from some tough characters."

"And you're not going to tell me." 

"Nope"

"Even though you know I'll get my own back," suggested Maria amiably.

"Even though," confirmed Harry laughing "But really, Aunt Diane can tell the story much better."

"Spoilsport," riposted Maria, but affectionately.

"Now," she said as the ute bumped its way back to the house, "You jump in the shower, I'm going for a swim. Join me when you are finished." Maria stripped off as soon as she got out of the ute tossed her clothes to one side and naked, jumped straight in the pool. Harry soon showered and joined her, swimming a few laps. He soon noticed that Maria had stopped and was standing watching him. He joined her.

"Hey," Harry protested "You have the advantage on me; you can stand up in the deep end."

"If you come a little closer," she suggested archly, "Maybe I could find something for you to hang on to."

"Too good an offer to refuse," Harry conceded, moving into her embrace. They kissed and Harry felt for her breasts as she held him clear of the bottom. They broke apart, "I love the way your tits float on the water, it's as though they have a life of their own."

"Do you," responded Maria, "That's good, but their owner would like you to appreciate some of her other bits, because she is as horny as hell, come on lets get out and get to it."

"Not quite so fast," said Harry and taking her by the hand drew her a metre or two towards the shallow end. "That's about right, now I want you to sit on the edge." He gripped her waist and showed surprising strength to help lift Maria from the water into position.

"Oooh, I think I like the way this is going," confirmed Maria, spreading her legs wide as Harry still chest deep in the pool lowered his head. His tongue snaked between her labia, searching, searching ... finding. Maria gasped contentedly; she relaxed and placed her feet on Harry's shoulders, as he started slowly, almost methodically, to bring her to orgasm.

It was a slightly peculiar experience, Maria sitting on the edge of the pool in the muggy post storm atmosphere, gradually got warmer, then hotter until eventually, she boiled over in orgasm. Harry, however, standing in the cooler water and except for his willing tongue, quite inactive, got cooler and cooler and eventually even cold.

Maria came slowly down from her high, "Oh Harry, I feel all sort of squishy and warm inside, I want you. Come on jump out, and jump in."

Harry jumped out.

Maria did not stifle her laugh, she hooted, "Oh my God, your cock, it's all shrivelled up, it's almost disappeared!"

"It's cold in there after a while," grinned Harry, "Really cold"

"I'll soon fix it," declared Maria, taking a cushion from one of the pool side seats and flinging it on the grass. "Here lie back with your head on that," She giggled again as she took his shrivelled cock in hand, "Come to momma, my poor little baby sausage," she cooed, "Come to momma."

And Harry then experienced the weirdest sensation, soft breath then soft lips enveloped his frigid member, followed closely by a warm wet consoling tongue. It took a while but eventually the heat started to flow back into his cock, heat firstly from Maria and then from within himself. Harry was hard and ready.

Maria was no longer laughing, "Harry I want you, I want to fuck you...please. Harry barely nodded before she sank herself onto his cock letting out a long sigh. "Harry," she repeated, looking down at him almost earnestly, "I want to fuck you, let me do the work, is that ok?"

Harry nodded again, and Maria started to move, she moved up and down, she ground her big ass round and round, concentrating intently, her eyes half closed, concentrating mainly on extracting all she could, but at the same time giving Harry everything. Maria was well ahead of him, she shuddered occasionally barely able to control herself but then recovered working herself steadily to climax. Maria came quite suddenly and rather sooner than expected. Then just as she was beginning to come down she heard a faint noise, footsteps, but then they were gone. Maria continued to bring Harry to climax. But she heard it again, she glanced up and for a split second saw the form of a fairly tall woman, not fifteen metres away, just before she ducked away around the corner of the house.

Maria was intrigued, and even vaguely excited, but she hadn't lost concentration on Harry, he too started to come and Maria encouraged him," Give it to me, give it to me, fill me up," she cried, as his come spurted up into her. But again looking up, she saw once more the same figure, standing for a moment in the shadow of the house... watching.




Educating Harry Ch. 09



Harry finished and Maria bent forwards kissing him softly. The watcher in the shadows was ignored for the moment, but Maria felt strangely excited, that whoever she was, had watched her and Harry making love.

"But who is she?" Maria asked herself, "And what was she doing here?"

*

To be continued...

Please note that there will be a brief hiatus for a couple of weeks as I have to travel overseas on business. Normal service will be resumed as soon as possible and I anticipate that will mean at least two episodes per week on resumption.

Thank you. M



Educating Harry Ch. 10



Apologies for the three week hiatus, have now returned to Sydney and plan to post a chapter every five or six days



"Don't you think you're still being a bit of a wimp?"

"No I do not," retorted Harry from the other side of the bed, "Anyway, what do you mean by that?"

"When you were sixteen," said Maria examining her manicure studiously; she was perfectly well aware that she was deliberately winding Harry up, "You went to Uni, you were very young, so I suppose your parents influenced you in that direction."

"Well yes, but so what?"

"And now they're encouraging you to do a doctorate."

"Yes, so?"

"So when are you going to start taking control of your own life, making your own decisions?"

"I already do"

"Oh yes, so that's why you live with your aunt in the vacations?"

"Well yes, but Aunt Diane doesn't influence me to do anything one way or the other."

"Harry," snorted Maria incredulously, "Your Aunt Diane is so damn smart you wouldn't even know it if she was influencing you, she has even got me to do a few things which I had promised myself I wouldn't even consider."

"That's probably true," agreed Harry grinning, "She suckered me into that bet over the tractor easily enough."

"Yes and..."

"No, I'm not copping any more of this," laughed Harry. "Here we are naked in your bed, we have already made love once and we are arguing about a load of rubbish. Now I have made an executive decision. You still seem to me to be amazingly fuckable so I am going to put my decision into effect now."

And he did.

Sometime later Maria lay cuddled up to Harry, very contented. "Harry," she suddenly asked, turning onto her stomach.

"Mmm,' yes"

"You have two sisters."

"Uh huh."

"Both older than you with kids."

Harry nodded.

"And when you visit them, you play with their kids... and big sister cooks you your favourite dinner."

"How the hell did you know," laughed Harry. "They do just that."

"Ha you see," Maria laughed, "Petticoat government."

Harry sat up suddenly. "I know you're trying to wind me up" he said and vaulted nimbly over her, "You deserve some punishment," and suiting action to the word gave her two decidedly hearty smacks on her ass.

Maria laughed again and tried to grab him, but was too slow, Harry was across the room and into the shower in a flash.

"Maybe I'll come in the shower with you"

"You can if you like"

"I don't like," she laughed, Maria had already found out Harry's preference for cold showers. "I don't know how you can bear it."

"It's not so much that I like cold showers, it's that I hate hot ones... probably," Harry added as an afterthought, "It's a preference born of necessity, years of following two not so indulgent elder sisters who had used all the hot water."

Harry finished and grabbed a towel. Maria replaced him and the steam started to rise. Harry knew that she liked a long shower, but also that she liked to talk at the same time, so he waited for her.

"Harry, I didn't tell you but your Aunt Diane rang earlier, she is coming over tomorrow afternoon and she is bringing someone with her, something to do with that old tractor you found."

"Yes, you'll remember that she said she would like to see it when the big door is opened up."

"Are you ready for that yet?" 

Harry nodded confirmation, "I've already loosened all the nuts and it should only take a couple of minutes to knock all the remaining bolts out."

"I wonder what it is your aunt wants."

"I don't know," replied Harry, "But I do know that she has spent a few days at the library and the museum looking up old papers... and this afternoon she said she was off to visit a very elderly lady at the nursing home, a Mrs Brennan I think she said.

"Mmm,' I don't suppose that has any connection with her coming here."

"Possibly not," agreed Harry, "But Aunt Diane is being very secretive about it so I cannot help much. Her visit to Mrs Brennan was important enough that she took a recorder with her. She said it might be part of the local oral history project, whatever that is."

Half an hour later as Harry drove home he reflected on the relationship he had developed with Maria. It had surprised him at first how she not only wanted sexual intercourse, but insisted on social intercourse as well. They spent a lot of time talking and discussing just about anything that turned up, whether it was his future, her past, politics, or the more mundane goings on of their neighbours in Hawksworth. Maria had an opinion on most things and liked an argument; in fact, he was pretty sure she often took contrary positions just for the sake of it.

Harry realised with a start, that he and Maria were not only lovers but had rapidly become good friends. He decided he liked it.

As Harry had anticipated his aunt had little to say.

"How was your visit to Mrs Brennan?"

"Most interesting, most interesting," his aunt pondered in reply, "She has a sharp mind and a wonderful memory, difficult perhaps for a young man to believe" she teased him, "after all she is almost twenty five years older than me!"

"So, are you going to tell me what you learned?"

"Not yet, I asked her a lot of questions I already knew the answer to, just to check the reliability of her recollection and she did remarkably well, but she also told me some new things I knew nothing of, and I would like to check them first."

Aunt Diane was clearly not going to be more informative until she was ready, so Harry left it at that.

The following afternoon Harry arrived at Maria's and decided that as he was well up to schedule with the recovery of the bricks and slates, he would knock some of the bolts out of the big door. The nuts came off easily enough, but the bolts were tighter, and more difficult to shift than he had anticipated. Eventually though, he got two thirds of them out and left the doors secured with the minimum necessary.

Harry had just about finished when he heard Marias voice, "Hi, I see from your preparations that your Aunt must have told you that she and a man from Brutons would be visiting this afternoon."

"That's right, when will they be here?"

"In an hour or so, about five thirty she said."

"Oh so we won't be able to..." Harry trailed off.

"No I don't suppose we will," laughed Maria playfully.

She wrapped her arms around him from behind, one hand going straight to Harry's cock. "Oooh look, and he's already to play too, such a shame, but I suppose we could... no we shouldn't."

"Shouldn't what?" queried Harry grinning.

"Well," responded Maria suggestively, :We can't have sex, the results are just a bit too, uhh, messy, with visitors expected, but," she continued, stroking his cock even more firmly, "There is that promise I made to you."

Harry didn't have to wonder about her promise for long; Maria sank to her knees in front of him pulling his shorts to his ankles.

She looked up. "I'm going to give you a blow job," she announced.

Harry leaned back against a bench and within a second felt the unmistakeable sensation of her tongue flickering along his length. Maria kissed the head of his cock gently, almost thoughtfully, and then sucked him in deeply once then twice.

Then she broke away, "Just remember," she looked up, "I don't swallow, ever, I don't like it, so don't be disappointed." She then went back to where she had left off, but again after a few seconds more stopped again. "Never, ever," she repeated with a smile.

Harry wasn't about to complain. While he had been given a number of blow jobs, his limited experience was that they were all good, each just a bit different.

And Maria was good. She knew just how to tease him to raise the level of excitement, and then back off a little. She kissed, she sucked, she played gently with his balls with one hand, then, when she guessed he was building to a climax, she backed off a little, just licking his shaft and kissing him before building the tension again. "Please Maria please, let me come, make me come," Harry pleaded hoarsely. Maria smiled inwardly, she loved the power, the feeling that she had her man totally within her control, but she decided to tease no more. She sucked harder, faster, urgently, demanding he come.

And come Harry did. "Uuuugh" he announced, "I'm coming," semen poured from him, spurt after spurt filled her mouth, Maria was astonished, she knew Harry came a lot but it still took her by surprise, but just as she began to think she could take no more it came to a halt. Maria squeezed Harry's cock firmly with her hand to make sure she had his entire load and then very carefully backed off clamping her lips tightly shut.

"Hello," a voice called out, "Hello... is anybody there?" It was the unmistakable voice of Aunt Diane.

Harry grabbed his shorts and yanked them up in a second, "Just a moment," he called out, and in the instant that he did so Harry noticed that Maria, equally startled had also leapt to her feet, shut her eyes for a moment and gulped, once, twice. "Just a moment," Harry called out again, "We'll be right with you."

Harry emerged into the bright sunshine blinking for a moment, his aunt had arrived with two men, one the younger about thirty five or so, and the other a scrawny elderly man dressed in old fashioned dungarees.

"Ah Harry," said his aunt, "Mr Bruton picked up George and myself rather early, and as there was no one at the house, we thought we would walk down. Oh hello Maria," said Aunt Diane as she too emerged ..."Are you alright dear?" she continued, in a slightly concerned tone.

Maria went hot then cold for a moment, what had Harry's aunt noticed? "Alright," Maria repeated, confused by the question, "Yes I'm alright"

"Your knees dear," explained Harry's aunt, "They're all red and a little scratched." 

"Ah," intervened Harry, "That's because Maria was helping, doing a little job for me... on her hands and knees, she was helping me free up some nuts," he smiled, angelically, but not quite daring for the moment to meet Maria's eye.

"Oh I see," replied Aunt Diane. "In any event perhaps I should introduce every one, first Harry, you already know George. George," she added for Maria's benefit "Worked for my late husband for the whole of the time we owned our business. What George doesn't know about tractors and farm machinery isn't worth knowing."

The taciturn old man nodded a grunted acknowledgement and agreement. "And Maria" continued Aunt Diane, "This is Cory Bruton whose family has now taken over the running of the business. The younger man shook hands with Maria and Harry while old George ignored them. "Where's the tractor then?"

"Still in the house," replied Harry. If you could all wait out here for a few minutes, I'll open up the big door to let a lot more light in and then we'll be able to see better."

Harry went back inside and after no more than a dozen blows with a sledge hammer, all the remaining bolts were knocked out. The doors creaked loudly as Harry pushed tentatively from the inside. Slowly they fell open, grinding a metallic protest after sixty years without movement; "Come on in and have a look." 

He looked around for a Stanley knife but old George immediately pulled a knife from his pocket and cut the rope holding the tarpaulin over the tractor. "Now young 'un," he instructed Harry as he took charge, "Pull the tarp back gently from that end... I'll do this end, that's right, don't make too much dust; you women, stand back, out'a the way."

Maria looked slightly affronted, "Take no notice," whispered Aunt Diane, "Rudeness is George's default mode."

"Well I'm buggered," swore George as the tarp was pulled back "It's her; it's the one we supplied to that cheatin' bastard Morgan all those years ago. See, it's still got the adaptation I done to the hitch, and she's immaculate, bloody immaculate. Well I never!" concluded the old man, clearly delighted with the find.

George started to give a detailed history of the machine and they all gathered around to listen, all except Aunt Diane, she already knew the story. She looked around the workshop with all the old tools and benches and then noticed something that was definitely out of place. Lying next to one of the benches was a pair of panties, a large pair, designed for a large woman, modern too. Aunt Diane didn't know the exact circumstances of how they had got there during Harry's and Maria's first visit, however, it was obvious whose they were and that they had not been there long. But apart from a brief quizzically raised eyebrow, unobserved by her companions, she gave nothing away, then after a moments consideration she deftly kicked the panties out of sight under the bench. Aunt Diane understood the meaning of discretion.

"So George," queried Cory Bruton innocently, "D'you reckon she could be fixed up?"

"Fixed up, 'course she can be fixed up," the old man responded fiercely. "Even those bloody idiots you call mechanics in your workshop could fix her up."

"Oh," replied Cory waiting for old George to continue.

And he did, "Course if you want the bloody job done bloody properly, I s'pose I'll have to do it meself. I'll have her goin,' good as new in a couple of days, once we've got the parts.

"Do you think you could," responded Cory with careful humility, having got exactly the commitment he wanted.

"Now just a moment," interrupted Aunt Diane, "Let's not get ahead of ourselves, we haven't yet got Maria's agreement to what we have in mind, in fact we haven't yet put it to her. Let's sit down outside and explain it."

"Maria," said Diane addressing her directly, "This old tractor is worth a bit; in fact some collectors would offer you a fair sum to have her. What I was hoping was this: would you consider loaning it on a semi permanent basis to the town museum. It is quite symbolic of the change in this region fifty years ago from a wool growing to an arable area. The fact that a good human story goes with it will add to the interest."

"Well," replied Maria, "Until George said it could be fixed, I thought it was just a pile of old scrap."

"Scrap, old scrap," protested George indignantly... "Ah you're having me on," he realised as he saw Maria smiling.

"Yes, a little," Maria acknowledged "But what is Cory's interest?"

"Before the tractor goes in the museum it needs to be refurbished," continued Aunt Diane, "George is definitely the best man for that job because he has worked with these machines for over fifty years. Cory's job is to pay for it. The biggest expense will probably be new tyres and a battery; big tyres like these are very expensive."

"And," added Cory taking up the proposition, "If our firm pays for the restoration and the on-going maintenance Maria, we would ask that you give us permission to take her to the major regional shows where we display our equipment to buyers. The farmers like to see an old piece of equipment in first class order alongside the new kit, it's a talking point, and it also says to them that we are a firm that has serviced them for fifty years and more, she'll be a working promotional feature," he concluded.

"I really can't see a problem with what you are suggesting," conceded Maria "After all, I thought it was useless, but I would just like to think about it overnight in case of any second thoughts."

"Good," concluded Aunt Diane, "Let's leave it like that for now."

"Yes," confirmed Maria, "We'll leave Harry to clear up and perhaps go up to the house for a tea or coffee, now George," she said, taking the old mans arm, "I want you to explain to me exactly what you plan to do." And so one surprised and flattered old man embarked on a very detailed explanation. 





It took Harry some time to get everything organised and by the time he got back to the house, Cory Bruton and old George were just about to leave. They were already in Cory's car and Aunt Diane was having a few last words to them. It gave Harry the chance to talk to Maria for a moment

"You were dead right," Harry grinned.

"What do you mean," responded Maria.

"Earlier," Harry reminded her mischievously "You told me that Aunt Diane had made you do a couple of things that you had promised yourself that you wouldn't even consider. Your exact words I think, and then, within no time at all, you did something that you said you would never do... never ever." 

"I did didn't I," replied Maria ruefully, "But make sure you remember, because it isn't going to happen again. To be honest, I couldn't think what else to do when she called out her hello... so I swallowed. One thing I haven't forgotten though, is that crack about me working on your nuts. You'll have to make it up to me tomorrow."

Aunt Diane turned her attention back to Maria and Harry. "I think that went quite well don't you?"

"Yes," agreed Maria "Now perhaps if we have another coffee, or tea in Harry's case, perhaps you can tell me a little more about your research and your visit to who was it... Mrs Brennan."

"I hope you don't mind," replied Aunt Diane, "But I don't want to tell you all I have been told just yet because there are lots of facts to be checked, but I will give you an outline. The old house has not been used as a home now for more than ninety years, and the story behind it is a real romantic tragedy. The last people to live there between 1915 and 1918 were a man called Charles Massie and his wife Elizabeth. He was an American who married her in 1915 after a whirlwind romance. 

"When the War started, Charles joined the AIF; he was injured, returned for convalescence then left his by then pregnant wife to return to his unit. Their child was born and shortly afterwards Charles was decorated for bravery but died of his further injuries soon after his return to Australia. I'm not certain of even that exact sequence of events just yet. His wife went to stay with her sister in Sydney in 1918... This is where it gets very hazy, I think she, Elizabeth may have died soon after, my guess is possibly in the flu epidemic of nineteen eighteen to nineteen twenty. But what really happened to her and her child is just guesswork at this stage; I have quite a bit more homework to do on the problem."

"So I suppose we can infer from what you have said that Mrs Brennan has her own ideas but you haven't been able to check them out yet" suggested Harry

"Absolutely right" confirmed his Aunt "There may be people still alive who could be affected, so I don't want to be to be hasty and upset someone inadvertently."

"You're like a dog with a bone Aunt Diane," laughed Harry "I'm sure you will find out."

"I hope I will" she agreed "but let's get back to the present for a moment... Maria I can't thank you enough for your tolerance this afternoon, because we did rather drop our idea about the old tractor on you."

"Oh think nothing of it; I genuinely did think it was old scrap, which I would have to get rid of."

"And your kindness to George, he's such a cranky man, he rubs a lot of people up the wrong way, but once he is committed he will do anything for you."

"He reminded me a lot of my own Dad," smiled Maria, "He too can be difficult, even impossible sometimes."

"Well thank you anyway; now Harry, as Cory and George have left me here, I am relying on you to take me home."

"In that case, we had better not impose on Maria any further. Maria, I'll see you again tomorrow."

The following afternoon Maria was deep, very deep in conversation with Harry. 

"Mmmm,' that's right,

"Oh yes,

"Just perfect,

"Now slower, just a bit, just a little bit, oh yes! 

"Wonderful just wonderful.

"Now suck me, suck my clit,

"Oh Harry I'm coming,

"Coming... coming... oh my God, oh my, my, oh my,

"Oh Harry, Harry, Harry."

It was a one sided conversation, but from Maria's point of view totally satisfactory.

She came down slowly, her feelings defined by a sort of squishy warmth and well being; her legs parted and Harry freed from the grip of her thighs looked up to see Maria smiling at him. "C'mon, in me," she demanded. Harry wriggled forward and slipped straight into her, Maria was hot and soaking, eager and ready for him. He thrust slowly then twice again much more firmly.




Educating Harry Ch. 10



"Ow," cried Maria, "That hurts." Harry stopped.

Maria giggled, "There's a sharp stone, and every time you push, it sticks into my ass!"

Harry began to move away but Maria held him for a moment, "Let's do it doggy style" she suggested, "I can roll up my skirt and kneel on it" 

Within a few seconds Maria was on her hands and knees, legs slightly parted, her ass raised slightly, beckoning Harry's cock. Neither Harry nor his member needed a second invitation and his cock slid home. He was briefly aware of the contrast between the fresh air cooling his balls and Maria's steaming hot pussy which swallowed him up greedily.

Maria had turned up at the old house almost immediately Harry had arrived for work, and they had taken no time at all to decide that work could wait on more important demands for a while. Harry had only once made love in the open air before, with Alice, what now seemed to be an age ago. This was quite different; for Alice it had been her first time and Harry had been more concerned for her than himself. 

In contrast Maria, not always, but usually, knew what she wanted, and said so. "Fuck me Harry; fuck me, hard, really hard." Harry did, he slammed into her, slapping rhythmically against her ass, Maria lurched forward almost thrown off balance but Maria's ass came to her rescue, in effect it was the perfect recoil inhibitor. Maria braced herself, "more," she demanded, "more, harder." 

Harry knew that he would come quickly and announced it to Maria, "I'm coming," he gasped as he started to spray his semen into her, "I'm coming."

Just for a moment Maria's mind went back to the first time they had made love in her bed, she remembered the feeling and what seemed now almost her joy in her submission, it was little more than a fleeting reminder, but just enough to cement the memory a little further in her mind.

Harry disengaged slightly awkwardly and they sat down for a few moments. They kissed gently, but then Maria sat up sharply, "I'm supposed to be going out this afternoon, so I'll have to get a move on, but" she added "I will be back at six or soon after, so that was just a taste of what's in store, I'm going to wear you out later."

As Maria stood up and put on her skirt she started, "Oh, I almost forgot what I really came down here for; I rang Cory Bruton this morning and told him I would go ahead with his proposal. He in turn asked if you could clean up all the dust and dirt on and around the old tractor. Apparently George is going to get it going here rather than take it into the workshop and he doesn't want any unnecessary muck or dust getting into the machine when he takes her apart, so Cory had one of his men deliver an industrial vacuum cleaner this morning.

"That won't be a problem," replied Harry.

"Good," confirmed Maria, "However, as we have the equipment here I thought we might as well take advantage of it, what I would like you to do, is to clean down the inside of the whole house, starting at the roof timbers and working all the way down.

"Ok," said Harry, "I'll have to bring some steps to reach the roof, and as George will probably take a while to get his spares I will have a day or two's start on him. Today though I'm going to concentrate on the bricks because Billy rang this morning to say he was ready for the first load." 

"Ok I'll leave you to get on with it."

Harry worked on methodically; he decided to load as many bricks as he could taking the easily accessible ones closest to the pallets. He made rapid progress.

Maria after a shower and change of clothes rang Susan to say she was a few minutes behind schedule, then because of a lack of any traffic managed to arrive on time anyway. 

"Hello stranger," her friend greeted her, "What have you been up to, I've barely seen you for the last couple of weeks."

Maria ignored her for the moment. "Here, let me help you with this," Maria had brought the cakes, the two women planned to have coffee and cakes, with gossip on the terrace.

"Well," said Susan approaching her question from a different angle as she bit into an éclair, "Whatever you have been up to, it seems to have made you very cheerful."

Maria eyed Susan quizzically for a moment then beamed "Yes I am... very happy that is... I have a new lover and," she added contentedly, putting her feet up on a second chair, "We have been screwing each other silly for the last couple of weeks."

"No! Have you, well I never," responded a surprised Susan, "You know," she giggled after a moment, "That is exactly the thing Alice recommended to me before she went away, she said, 'Mum you should take a lover,' she did, those were her exact words, take a lover." 

"Perhaps you should, I'm glad I have, it's great."

"Yes," responded Susan eagerly, "And Alice even made a recommendation, guess what she said, 'He's a bit young, but healthy, plenty of stamina, performs well, lots of imagination' and do you know what her main point was, 'He comes tried and tested,' yes that's what she said, 'He comes tried and tested' She was talking about..." Susan suddenly stopped; she had noticed for the first time the glint in Maria's eye, the trace of a smile on her lips, not hidden by the fact that she was biting her lower lip guiltily. Realisation dawned, "Maria you haven't ...you can't have... you have though, haven't you?" Maria nodded, almost imperceptibly... "Oh my goodness, with Harry... you're doing it with Harry. I can't believe it, that's amazing; now tell me all about it."

The two friends hugged spontaneously then Susan repeated herself, "Now tell me all about it."

"Well Alice got it right, he's everything she said, healthy, young, full of stamina lots of imagination, all those things, and more than that he's smart and nice and kind he's good company and I've really grown to like him."

"And is he, is he," asked Susan awkwardly, "You know, really that good?"

"No," grinned Maria , "he's even better than Alice told you; most times," she leaned forward confidentially "He starts off by going down on me, and he has the most educated tongue I have ever known and I've known more than my fair share. He plays me like a musical instrument, a flute or something like that, and then when I've come I just feel this sort of overwhelming desire for him. We've already made love in bed, in the pool, the old house, out in the open," boasted Maria ticking them off on her fingers... and not just missionary style, Harry has quite an imagination."

"Ooooh, I think I might get jealous."

"Well if you're not, you should be, because he's pretty special."

"I'm a bit surprised that you said he was the imaginative one, I assumed you might be the one to take the lead and any initiative." 

"Yes," pondered Maria thoughtfully, "And that was what I intended originally, but somehow it didn't quite turn out that way. I really thought I would dominate him a bit and the second time we had sex I was determined to, but somehow it slipped away. We had an argument, and although he had apologised, I thought, 'right young man, I'll show you who's boss.' At first I was definitely in charge but he gave me the most fantastic head and in the excitement of me coming, he somehow ended up turning the tables and dominating me."

"I can hardly believe that," laughed Susan.

"Neither could I at the time, but there's no denying it, he grabbed my hair forced me face down in the pillows and screwed me just as he pleased."

"You're kidding me surely," responded a surprised Susan.

"No I'm not, and there is something even weirder."

"What? how could there be?"

" Well, on that particular occasion as I said, he used me pretty much as he wanted to and although I hadn't intended to I ended up submitting to it, and this is the really amazing thing ... I found doing that, submitting to him I mean, was a tremendous turn on. I've never been submissive to a man in my life I've always liked to be in charge but there I was, absolutely loving it."

"And has it been like this every time."

"Oh no, in fact most of the time he is really loving and gentle, but I can't stop thinking about that time and wondering, will it happen again."

"Oh, I don't quite get it."

"Well neither did I at first, but I have been thinking about it a lot when I'm on my own, and I think that now I know that he can be like that, it adds something, an element, maybe a spice of danger. But Susan, what staggered me, threw me completely, was not that he made me submit to him or even that I did submit, no, what caught me totally by surprise, was that deep within myself, I wanted, really wanted to be submissive."

"Wow, this is a new you, but," Susan added, "Where do you think this is all going?"

"Oh nowhere of course," responded Maria, "But at least for a short while I have one hell of a lover."

"So it seems, and you know I really am a bit jealous," smiled Susan, "I haven't made love to anyone since my husband died and that is three years ago now." Maria looked up in surprise and had one of those moments, rare for her when she was lost for words, but she grasped her friend's hands communicating a hope and sympathy which she was unable to articulate. Susan continued, slightly wistfully almost as though she was talking to herself, "And not only that, the only sex I have ever known was pretty unadventurous. I would probably surprise you with what I haven't done more than what I have."

Maria interrupted, "Something will turn up, it always does, most people would find it impossible to believe it of a woman as beautiful as you are."

Susan came down to earth, "Ha, now you're flattering me."

"No I'm not," Maria defended herself stoutly. "How about Joe Callaghan for example? is he still chasing after you?"

"Well yes, he emails me every two or three days and there have been a few phone calls, but until someone figures out a way to do sex by email, my life total will be stuck at two, and one of them was only once... but," added Susan "I have had some fun with Joe."

"Tell me about it."

"You may remember that Joe told me he would be spending some time in Chicago and he asked whether he could take anything for Alice, he was persistent and so I asked her whether there was anything. That wasn't too bright of me because Alice was immediately intrigued by who 'my man' was, and straightaway thought of something she wanted ... and I'm sure it was only because she wanted to meet Joe. Anyway, to cut a long story short Joe is going to deliver one Akubra hat to Alice sometime in the next week or so."

"An Akubra"

"Yes an Akubra, Alice concocted a story that her uncle has a collection of cowboy hats, Stetsons, so she thought he would like an Aussie cowboy hat for Christmas."

Maria grinned, "Joe really must have got it badly for you, he's going to so much trouble."

"Yes I know," replied Susan plaintively "And I should be more grateful I suppose, because I really do quite like him, but..."

"But what?" intervened Maria quietly.

"Oh I'm not really sure, it would just be so easy to let Joe sweep me off my feet, but that's not what I want, at least not yet; I want to be selfish, I want something for me, just me. I've listened to you today and I would love to have a lover...I've never had one you know, I would just love to be with someone who I could be really frivolous and irresponsible with. And what have I got? a man who seems to be completely besotted and is taking everything far too seriously. Oh I know I'm being a selfish bitch, but I really would prefer to just have some fun for a while." 

"No you're not," said Maria, "You're the most unselfish person I know; all those years ago you made a mistake when you got pregnant but you faced up to what that meant, you were a fantastic mum at a ridiculously early age. Then, from when Alice was seven or eight you had a few years happiness with your husband before he died. Now Alice has left home of course, you would like to make up for some of the fun you missed out on when you were younger."

"Do you think so," responded Susan dubiously, "I like Joe and think it's a bit mean to play him along, but then..." she trailed off.

"Oh, for heaven's sake of course you're not being mean to Joe, goodness me he's only met you once and anyway he's overseas for most of the next three months. Keep him interested," added Maria ruthlessly, "But don't let that stop you taking any other opportunity that comes along."

"I don't know," began Susan.

"Nonsense," interrupted Maria, "What you have is the perfect opportunity to have your cake and eat it, just cultivate Joe with a few phone calls and Emails, and start playing the field a bit. I haven't forgotten," added Maria grinning, "That you're on the pill, so you'll never get a better chance."

Susan laughed, "I'm not sure, maybe you're right, I'll have to look out for a few opportunities; now let me get you another cup of coffee." 

Three hours later Maria had more immediate concerns on her mind. She with Harry behind were spooning, his cock buried deep within her.

"Hey," asked Maria mischievously, looking over her shoulder, "Have you gone to sleep back there?"

"No, but you can't complain if I've slowed down a bit, I've come three times already."

"Four," smirked Maria contentedly, "If you count earlier this afternoon, before I went out."

"Well there you are" grinned Harry "you're going to have to help if we are to get there again."

"And what is your poor ravaged lover to do, to satisfy her wicked man."

"This," responded Harry, taking her hand and guiding her gently. "Make yourself come, with me inside you."

"Oh no," Maria responded, pretending shock, "How could you?"

But Harry persisted, he parted her labia and holding his hand over hers very gently manipulated her fingers. At first he was a little clumsy but slowly, imperceptibly a rhythm developed and equally slowly, Maria gradually picked up the tempo. Harry lightened his guidance and as Maria quickened, he moved his hand away and started to thrust into her very carefully so as not to distract her. Harry began to detect her contracting around him, weakly at first then steadily stronger and stronger. Maria's breath started to shorten but just as he thought she was about to come, Maria seemed to plateau, then she backed off a little. She did this several times each time raising them to a marginally more feverish pitch. Harry was no longer able to hold back and was thrusting into her ever more strongly, he started to come and a fraction of a second later she followed him over the edge. She gasped, "Ahh ohm," in a long drawn out moan. Harry felt that he had been caught in a vice, first tightening then relaxing, spasmodically, erratically. 

Harry's orgasm soon ceased, but it seemed that Maria's would last forever, but eventually she too started to relax, to come down. She was silent at first but then spoke, "Mmmm that was so good, so so good..." then she spoke again, giggling, "Harry you're going soft, I can feel it... quick grab that towel, pass it to me, thanks. She dragged the towel under her ass and drew it up between her legs; "I'm in dire need of a nappy" (diaper) she explained laughing "Lord knows how much come I've got inside me. Now snuggle up and give me a cuddle while I talk to you."

"You're going to have a chance to recover your strength because I shan't be here for a couple of days, I'm going over to Coffs Harbour to review some work with a client. They don't really need me but they are insistent I go. When you have cleaned up the old house, up will you let Cory Bruton know? He can then organise for George to start work. Give George a hand if he needs it and don't wind him up. Cory says he has a terrible temper and could cuss for Australia."

Harry laughed, "Maria you obviously don't know George, He's cussed me and clipped my ear loads of times, ever since I was a little kid and he'll do so again if he gets the chance. When we were kids we used to get him going if ever we got the chance, and his language was terrible. Our mothers thought he was a dreadful old man even then, but if ever you showed any interest in machinery he would spend ages teaching us everything he could... and then he'd cuss us again for good measure."

"Well look out for him any way, I took a bit of a liking to the old guy. Oh and if your Aunt finds out any more before I get back, make sure you keep up to date because I shall want to know."

"Anything else?"

"Yes, if you see Billy Thompson tell him I want to talk to him about the old house and what I might do with it. You can tell him I'm thinking of restoring it... old style but with mod cons." And finally."

"Yes."

"Give me a big smoochy kiss."



To be continued.



Educating Harry Ch. 11



Some Australianisms
Esky = portable cooler 
Yabbies = Freshwater crayfish(



"Hello," said Harry picking up the phone, "Who is it?" he asked, not recognising the voice.

"Cory Bruton, I was just ringing to tell you that one of my men has dropped off an industrial cleaner at Mrs Bunces place, but," he added, "She may have told you that already."

"She has," confirmed Harry.

"Yeah, well, to be truthful," admitted Cory, "I really rang to find out how long it would be before George could start. He's already managed to find a second hand set of tyres from a wreck, and the tyres are barely worn... saved us a lot of money, but now the old so and so is plaguing me to give him a start time. 

"Tell him to give me two clear days," suggested Harry, "I don't know yet what else might need doing, and," Harry added, "You can blame me if there are any hold ups."

"I shall," laughed Cory, "I shall, but thanks for getting on with it. Cheerio for now."

Harry checked to see what he had booked for the day, one lawn and a picture hanging job, which would take ninety minutes each. He wanted to do some shopping, so there was no need to start until later in the morning.

Harry found that his aunt had anticipated him. "I checked your calendar," she said over breakfast, "And wondered if you could run me into town this morning. I have a big list for the supermarket and if you could give a hand that would be helpful." Harry nodded his assent, his mouth being full of toast and marmalade.

Aunt Diane's shopping was like a minor military operation, a limited objective to be achieved with the minimum of fuss. In less than forty minutes Harry was pushing a loaded trolley to the check out. "Hi Mrs Salt," greeted a cheerful assistant, "How much do you think it is."

"One forty six twenty," responded his aunt immediately. A few minutes later the assistant confirmed her figure.

"Does she ever get it wrong?" grinned Harry to the assistant.

"Not since I've been here, and that's six years," laughed the cheerful young woman, "But I've got it wrong a couple of times."

"Now Harry," suggested his aunt ignoring the exchange. "If you could take all this back to the car, then get what you want, maybe we could meet for coffee at Georgeo's in, lets say forty five minutes."

Harry completed his purchases quickly, and in little over half an hour arrived at the café. He lazed, sipping tea, watched the world go by a little, and glanced through the newspaper. His reverie, however, was short lived... "Hi Harry, I seem fated to running into you here," it was Bella Mason the High School Principal; she sat herself down. "I was going to phone you, but as you are here I may as well tell you how the arrangements are going for our conference weekend. First," she announced, barely pausing for breath, "We took Professor Neumann's name in vain a little, because he has contacted me already and sent a detailed agenda but..." Bella's flow was suddenly interrupted, Aunt Diane had arrived. 

"Ah Harry," she suggested with her usual meticulous courtesy, "Am I interrupting, perhaps I should leave you and Mrs Mason."

"Oh no, not at all," responded Harry, "We were just talking about the arrangements for the conference, it's only a few weeks away now... sit down and let's order you a coffee."

That done Bella resumed, "There's not much to explain; if you could meet me at school on the Friday at say ten in the morning, we can then drive up to Armidale, we will arrive in plenty of time to liaise, if necessary with the organisers, before the reception in the evening. Then we will have a very full day on the Saturday with all the lectures, presentations, and so on, before returning to Hawksworth, sometime after breakfast on Sunday."

Bella continued to chatter, filling in details and Harry was gradually conscious that his aunt wasn't contributing much other than the occasional nod of assent or smile of understanding. Harry knew his aunt very well, and realised that she was being particularly watchful, almost wary of Bella Mason, he wondered why.

Bella concluded, "That is the outline, but don't worry about remembering it all because I will be sending you the necessary papers and arrangements in a couple of days. "Now," she said rising from her seat, "I must be getting along; I have another appointment shortly at school, bye for now Harry, and goodbye to you Mrs Salt, nice to see you again."

Harry and Aunt Diane watched in silence each thinking their own thoughts as the crisply elegant figure of Bella Mason walked away down the street.

Harry spoke first with a broad grin, "That's unlike you Aunt Diane, to show that you don't like someone."

Aunt Diane tapped her cup with the spoon and took a sip thoughtfully before answering acerbically, "Well, if even you Harry, were aware of my thoughts, I should indeed be more guarded in future."

"Alright," replied Harry ignoring the barb, "But why have you taken a dislike to her?"

"She seems to me," explained his aunt slowly, "To be a rather controlling woman, more manipulative than she needs to be. I do not dislike her, but I do think she is using you a little."

"Aunt," scoffed Harry, "You have to be kidding, using me, where did you get that idea?" 

"Harry my dear, like most men you are amazingly unobservant of women, ask yourself this: who is organising this conference? The answer is, that it is not Bella Mason, so why have the organisers not sent your papers directly to you? answer, because she wants you to be under her wing, therefore she asked for them to be sent to her. This conference is about exceptional young people, the stars of the future, Bella wants to make sure you appear as her star, her former student, of her school. It's about her ambition, and how much reflected credit she can extract."

"Aunt Diane," interrupted Harry, but slightly uncertainly, "How can you read all that into a few moments meeting over a cup of coffee?"

"I didn't," smiled his aunt mischievously, and she patted Harry's hand gently, "I ran into Fred Neumann a few days ago and he was vastly amused at the way Bella had taken charge of you. 'Tell young Harry to watch out,' he said, 'Bella Mason is a good Principal but very ambitious, tell Harry not to let her use him."

"I hadn't thought of it like that," responded Harry rather lamely.

"Of course not," said Aunt Diane, "And whilst I will be the first to take you down a peg or two if you get swollen headed, you do need to develop some sort of sense of your own worth."

"And what about Mrs Mason?"

"Oh you don't need to worry about her, so long as you are aware of what her motives are, and what she wants from you, she will be easy enough to deal with. She's basically alright, just don't let her use you." 

"Hmm," murmured Harry, "And I thought I was just going to have a pleasant weekend in Armidale."

"I'm sure you will," his aunt replied, "But now you had better deliver me and my shopping home and get yourself off to work."

Harry arrived a little later that day than he had expected at Maria's old house, but as he reflected, there was plenty of time to get the job done. In no time the generator was running, the lights were on, and the ladders in place ready to start on the inside of the roof. It was, however, soon apparent to Harry that he had completely underestimated the amount of work to be done. The roof timbers were exposed, and Harry soon discovered what sixty years of dust meant, he decided to brush off the dust and vacuum the floor afterwards. It was slow, painstaking, filthy work, and it was almost two hours before he even started to use the vacuum. Progress was then much faster and after another hour all that was left was to clean up around the steel trunks and chest in the middle of the floor. He decided to leave the bigger, more awkward trunks until he had some help. Harry had all but finished when he noticed a label attached to one of the trunks. In black ink, faded, but still quite legible, he read a name, 'Elizabeth Massie care of Mrs AJ Connon,' followed by an address in Centennial Park, Sydney. Harry memorised it carefully and smiled to himself, Aunt Diane would be itching to find out what was in the trunks.

Harry looked around: the place had scrubbed up pretty well so far, but as it was past six he had had enough of cleaning and decided to call it a day. Within a minute or two he bumped up the track to stop at the pool for a shower. Harry looked at himself in the mirror, scarcely believing how filthy he was and noticed a note tucked behind it; "there's something for you to eat in the top of the fridge, you'll need it to restore your energy!" There was also a house key taped to the bottom of the note.

I t took a long time to get thoroughly clean, and just as he finished Harry heard a car in the driveway. He emerged from the shower and was surprised to see Susan Tremaine getting out of her car. "Mrs Tremaine, I didn't expect to see... whoops," said Harry, as the towel, his only covering, almost slipped from him.

"Maybe you had better get dressed first," laughed Susan.

"True," acknowledged Harry grinning, "But maybe you had better face the other way for a few seconds."

Susan turned her back to Harry as he picked up the clean clothes he had brought with him. Not for the first time Susan had the opportunity to admire the thoroughness of the German engineers who had built her Audi, in particular the large wing mirrors which gave her an unimpeded albeit indirect view of Harry.

'Mmmm, lean but kinda muscley,'she mused, 'cute butt... oh my goodness, look at them, they're huge, no wonder he's got so much stamina... and his ... that looks pretty good to me, oh yes.'

But Harry was a quick dresser. "Ok Mrs Tremaine, I'm reasonably decent now."

"Sorry I caught you by surprise Harry, I was going to play tennis, but that had been cancelled, which I would have known if I had checked my emails, so I decided to drop off a book I had borrowed from Maria."

"Maria's in Coffs Harbour." 

"Um yes, she told me she was going, but not when she will be back."

"Tomorrow or the next day," confirmed Harry, "Look" he said, "Maria's left me a key, and something to eat apparently."

They let themselves in and Harry immediately looked in the fridge.

"Look at this," he laughed, "Maria obviously thinks I need feeding up."

Susan looked over his shoulder at the enormous bowl of pasta sauce.

"Mmm a creamy sauce marinara, and a few extra bits and pieces," commented Susan.

"Hey, have you eaten?" Asked Harry suddenly, "There's enough here for three, maybe four people."

"No I haven't, but," replied Susan falteringly.

"No buts," insisted Harry, "I'm entertaining you to dinner, I'll just nuke this and boil up some pasta," he added, as he put the bowl in the microwave, "Just sit down and I'll find everything."

Susan did as she was asked and soon noticed his familiarity with his surroundings, Harry clearly knew where everything was and he soon had it all set out. "Ok, the pasta will take another couple of minutes or so; you know," he added, changing the subject, "You really look the goods in that tennis outfit."

"Why thank you sir," responded a surprised Susan smoothing her skirt with one hand. Susan knew the outfit with a body hugging shirt style top, and slightly longer than usual skirt was a classical look, which set off both her figure and her slim legs really well.

Encouraged, Harry added, "You remind me of one of those blonde Russians."

"Oh, you mean one of those sulky women who grump around the tennis court, scowling and swearing under their breath, and grunting loudly every time they hit the ball."

" Um um, no, not that," said Harry hesitating a moment, "No, not at all, it just struck me Mrs Tremaine, especially when I first saw you that you are... you are just stunningly beautiful. That's why I almost dropped my towel."

Harry turned slightly pink, and so did Susan for a moment, but she gathered her wits first, "Harry," she said firmly, "It's lovely of you to say that, but it's a wild exaggeration; now it looks as though the pasta is ready, so let's eat, and," she added, "Please call me Susan, Mrs Tremaine makes me feel so ancient."

Both of them were hungry, and it wasn't long before they had almost finished, but Harry suddenly said, "Oh look, you've spilt some on your shirt."

"Where?" replied Susan holding her hands up and looking down intently "I can't see anything up close without my reading glasses, can you pick it off and just wipe it with a damp cloth, I don't want to spoil this dress."

Harry completed the first task so deftly, she barely felt it as he removed the offending piece of pasta from just above where he imagined Susan's nipple to be; but wiping away the pale stain with a damp cloth was a little trickier. Two rather delicate rubs did little to help, and Harry was suddenly all too aware of the soft small bounce of her breast beneath his fingers. Susan's throat went quite dry, she was aware of the slight tremble in Harry's fingers. "I think," she suggested a little hoarsely, "I think you need to rub a little more thoroughly, a little harder perhaps." Harry did so, Susan pushed forward a fraction and Harry rubbed her firmly, both of them relying on the flimsy piece of fabric to justify their private deceit. There were just two silent witnesses to their quiet conspiracy, her nipple, pressed dark, erect and faintly visible through the damp dress and his erection, rock hard in his shorts.

Susan pulled herself together first, "I think that will do Harry." She took his hand and as Harry dropped the cloth on the bench top, just for a second, a split second she held the palm of his hand over her erect nipple. She then guided his hand away from her to the table, and released him slowly, noticing again his slight trembling. 

Susan took a deep breath, "I'll do my bit now," she suggested, "Make the coffee that is, ah but hang on though, I seem to remember that Alice told me you prefer tea, anyway you stretch out on the lounge and I'll get it sorted out."

Harry did so and Susan joined him a few minutes later. The mood had changed, their excitement now seemed so slight so transient, a brief arousal, it was forgotten, at least for the moment.

Now they were just new friends, and when she thought about it later, Susan was surprised at how much she enjoyed Harry's company. She encouraged him to talk about himself, about Uni, his post graduate prospects, when he might go to the US. Harry in turn didn't question her so much, but Susan noticed after a while that he seemed to have a knack for making her feel good about herself. It was nothing in particular, the occasional quip, a smile, a "What d'you think?" about this or that. It wasn't anything as superficial as charm she realised with a start, no, Harry was genuinely interested in her, she warmed to him at that realisation far more than she had to his earlier compliment.

Harry for his part, was initially a little dazzled, that this lovely woman who he only slightly knew, treated him as her friend from the outset, and he soon realised that Susan was also a very intelligent woman who easily persuaded him to talk of himself, his hopes and fears for the future.

"And how is Alice?"

"Oh, I think that she's having a great time, I get an email almost every day and I call at least once or twice a week. Two of her cousins are sisters, one only a year older the other about twenty five. They seem to be doing some serious socialising together."

"Yes," responded Harry, "I get copied in on some of those emails, but I wonder" he added changing tack, "How Alice not being here has affected you, it must be a big change after having her around for eighteen years."

"You're right," smiled Susan, a tad ruefully, "I knew of course that she would be leaving home when she goes to Uni in February, but of course that has effectively been brought forward by this extended trip to Chicago. I miss her dreadfully but at the same time I'm glad to have some time to myself... I hope that doesn't sound selfish." Harry nodded his understanding and Susan with a wry laugh continued. "One thing I shouldn't have been surprised at is that there is no shortage of people willing to give me advice, mostly along the lines that I should settle down to some sort of rural domestic bliss. The truth is that I'm at a bit of a loose end, and really don't feel like being responsible and a pillar of the community, maybe later, but not just yet."

"Do what you want for yourself," suggested Harry.

"That's exactly what Maria says," replied Susan, "Now I have to work out how to go about it."

"I'm sure it'll work out in time." 

"Maybe it will and... oh my goodness, talking of time look at the clock, we have been chattering away for almost two hours. Your aunt will be wondering where you are?

"Now that's a mother talking," laughed Harry, "But I suppose I had better get going."

"Yes you had," said Susan "And don't worry about clearing up here, I'll do it."

Susan escorted Harry to the door and as he left he turned to her "Thanks Susan for an unexpected evening, it was really good."

"Thanks to you too," she replied, "I haven't enjoyed myself so much for quite a while," and after a moments hesitation, she leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek. Again for no more than a second, Harry felt her breast press lightly against him, producing a jolt out of all proportion to the apparently innocuous gesture. Susan watched him walk away to his ute, and as he opened its door Harry turned back.

"Susan, earlier you said that I exaggerated wildly... I didn't, I didn't exaggerate at all."

Harry drove away and Susan didn't clear up straight away, she went back to the lounge and sat down, her mind a maelstrom of thought, thoughts of flirtation and friendship, thoughts with a slight element of guilt, and thoughts of more pleasure than she was ready to admit. She looked down, and her eyesight having improved remarkably in two hours, she noticed that her dress had dried completely, but almost simultaneously she realised something else... her panties were now soaking wet!

When Harry got home his aunt wasn't there, "Probably at one of her meetings," Harry said to himself and he decided to watch television for a while. After an hour or so of flicking between channels, he finally decided to get an early nights sleep. He lay in bed wondering about the past few hours, 'Had Susan intended he should rub her breast when he cleaned her shirt, had she held his hand over her nipple deliberately, her undeniably erect nipple, and when she kissed him on the cheek did she really mean to press her breast even if only for a moment into his chest?'

"Don't be an idiot," Harry admonished himself firmly, "You're reading far too much into it," but as he drifted into sleep, it pleased him to remember, just how well he and Susan had got on with each other.

The morning brought a surprise to Harry; a note was propped up on the kitchen table left there the day before.

"Harry, I have gone to Sydney, an old friend, Ellie rang out of the blue this morning to say her husband was in Hawksworth on business for the day, and she invited me to fly back with him in his plane. I am looking forward to seeing her and it fits in well with the research I want to do on Charles and Elizabeth Massie. There are several places I need to visit to tie up loose ends. I may be away a week perhaps a little longer, ring or email me if you need to."

"Well," said Harry to himself, "I had better tell Aunt Diane what I found." and he sat down at the computer. He typed quickly 'found today in the old house, two steel travelling trunks addressed to Elizabeth Massie, York Road, Centennial Park, Sydney.' "That will keep her interested," said Harry talking to himself again.

The next day Harry decided to reverse his usual schedule and finish cleaning up the old house first. He arrived there shortly after breakfast and found Billy Thompson already loading bricks with one of his men. In fact it was Billy's man who had a hydraulic hoist on his truck doing most of the work.




Educating Harry Ch. 11



"G'day Harry, 'ow er yer goin?" Billy greeted him.

"Good," responded Harry, 'yourself?"

"Can't grumble," responded Billy, "You've got on well with this, well ahead of where I thought you'd be, bricks have come up really clean too, good job Harry."

Harry explained how the goats had cleared all the undergrowth and given him an easy start, Billy was impressed, "Ah that Mrs Bunce is a smart 'un, good on 'er" he laughed.

"We only got one small problem Harry, those goats exposed a lot more bricks than we could see first time, I ain't gunna be able to take 'em all. A few extra woulda been handy, but this'll be way too many."

"You're in luck again then Billy."

"How so?"

"Because Maria... Mrs Bunce wants to talk to you about restoring the old place."

"Does she now, does she now?" pondered Billy "well we'll need a few bricks just to rebuild the doorway as it was but it'll depend on what sorta job she wants doin"

"Traditional with mod cons was all she said to me."

"Did she Harry, did she, well let's have a look at the state the old place is in."

Billy led the way and after a brief look at the ground floor went upstairs, "Gotta hammer'n chisel?" he asked? Harry found him the tools and Billy shot up the ladder with surprising agility. After tapping gently at the roof timbers and examining them carefully, Billy gave one of the main beams a huge belt with the hammer. He nodded, looked pleased and came back down. "Gimmee the chisel, he sat on his haunches and scraped away carefully at the floor; "Ah that's good"

"What's good?" queried Harry.

"The main beams Harry, eucalyptus sideroxylon, ironwood to most people, the heaviest hardest timber in Australia, and the floor is eucalyptus microcorys, which is tallow wood."

"I didn't know you were a Latin scholar Billy." 

"I ain't, but I did me apprenticeship as a joiner not a carpenter, we had to learn about all the different timbers. There was no money in joinery, making fancy furniture, so I took up building. Mrs Bunce is a lucky woman; both of those timbers are termite resistant, there's no termites nor borers anywhere. The windows and doors are good too... yeah she's a lucky woman. I'll tell you something else too Harry, there used to be a wide verandah around at least three sides of this old house, here look," and drawing a scruffy notebook from his pocket, Billy sketched, what to Harry seemed a surprisingly swift and well drawn picture of the house as it had once been.

"But how do you know it looked like that?"

"Use yer eyes Harry," grinned Billy, "See them small marks on the wall, that's where the verandah roof was attached, and if you go round on the left side of the house the butt of a broken corner post is still in the ground."

"Oh," said Harry, "I didn't notice, but Billy, would you mind if I showed your drawing to Maria. I'm pretty sure she'd be interested."

"Course not, you take it, and I'd better be getting along, my bloke has just about finished loading. If you can get out about the same again in the next fortnight, that should be enough for the town hall job."

With that Billy left and Harry spent the next couple of hours cleaning up the ground floor of the old house and the tractor itself. As an afterthought he decided to take off the tinwork over the engine and radiator. He was glad he did, because underneath was the remains of a long abandoned nest of some small animal. Harry grinned to himself as he thought of how George would have cussed and carried on if he had been left to deal with the mess.

It was soon finished and Harry rang Cory Bruton, "Hi Cory, I've cleaned up, you can tell old George to stop lazing around and get on with this job now."

"Tell him yourself," retorted Cory, "If that's what you want to say," I'll tell him, but not in those words, the old bloke terrifies me."

Within seconds of finishing the call Harry's phone rang again, the weather had improved after the wet spell and it seemed to Harry that half of Hawksworth suddenly wanted their lawns cut. He was flat out all day and did not finish his last job until seven in the evening. When he at last got home he searched through the freezer for something to eat and found two barramundi steaks he could grill. Within forty minutes Harry was surrounded by the remains of his meal, but before clearing away he decided to check his emails. There were only three, the first from Maria said, "I will not be back until tomorrow evening, six or sevenish, be ready for me!" 

The second was from Alice, and fairly typically it was long, very long. It was a detailed and occasionally funny diary of every small incident of her visit, she closed with the news that she had been asked out to lunch... "By a visiting Australian businessman who knows mum and is delivering a present from her, a present for my uncle that is." She continued "I'm taking one of my cousins with me, as businessmen are generally really boring and she can help hold up the conversation. She's quite keen to come as she says it's a seriously swish restaurant we are going to."

Harry grinned, Alice was still getting 110 percent from everything she did.

The last was from his aunt: "Your latest find of Elizabeth Massie's trunks is most interesting. What number York road were they addressed to? Please photograph them in situ before they are moved anywhere. Have yourself included in one of the photographs." 

The reason for his aunt's last request was not explained.

He quickly typed a reply telling his aunt the street number, and the name Connon in York road; he guessed it would help her figure out who Elizabeth Massie had gone to stay with. 

Nothing much changed for Harry the next day, one lawn after another until late in the afternoon, when he finally was able to start removing more of the bricks at the old house. The first thing he noticed was that the old tractor was up on blocks and both rear wheels taken away, all the old wiring had been removed and the fuel system dismantled.

"Old George certainly knows how to get on with it," Harry remarked to himself, "And I had better do the same." He worked steadily for almost three hours on what was a warm day, and as the clock approached seven he decided to pack in for the day. 

Harry had stopped for a shower at the pool when for the second day running he heard a car enter the driveway. This time though, he knew who it was, because of the unmistakable lack of sound from Maria's big Lexus, only the crunch of tyres over the gravel announced her arrival.

"Hi," she called out

"I'll be with you in a minute," he responded. 

Harry was soon finished and dressed, "Hi, good trip?" 

"Not bad, we got done everything that was needed, so yes it was ok... just not all that interesting, but now I could do with something to eat, I'm starving."

"I thought you might be" said Harry so I've got that covered, I have an esky in my ute with a baby octopus salad, some prawns a couple of yabbies and some fish I thought we could barbecue and eat next to the pool because it's a warm evening."

"Mmmm sounds good," said Maria putting her arms around Harry "But I'm not just food hungry, so ah, let's maybe have the salad first, then perhaps a little something else and after that the main course."

"Oh yeah," grinned Harry "I especially like the sound of 'something else' something small and tasty, a sweet meat perhaps."

"Guaranteed sweet," confirmed Maria as she rubbed herself blatantly against Harry, "served warm and juicy... I know it is, because I've been sitting on it for the last couple of days."

"Don't tempt me any more," laughed Harry breaking away, "Or I'll want to skip the first course altogether."

"Ok, get your esky and I'll set the table up."

A few minute later they were seated at the poolside table. "What dressing did you put on the octopus I can't quite pick it?"

"Nothing special, it's just olive oil, balsamic vinegar, and I was going to add some chillies but I couldn't find them, so I put in some black pepper with a tiny smidgeon of hot curry paste and a teaspoon of honey to smooth it out."

"The curry is what makes it a bit different, but it's really good, hey I wonder," Maria continued, "I wonder what it would be like if I was to have something really hot to eat something like a vindaloo, or a lot of that Portuguese piri piri sauce, and then," she grinned malevolently, "I was to give you a blow job."

Harry laughed but winced too, "That might be just about the only circumstances I would ever knock back a blow job, imagine the pain."

"Well not tonight then," conceded Maria as she finished her last mouthful, "Come on lets lie down," as she spread a blanket on the grass and threw down a couple of cushions. Harry needed no second asking and almost immediately they were entwined in a passionate embrace. Harry started to unbutton her shirt, very slowly kissing and nibbling each new fraction of her exposed skin. Maria moved to help him but Harry pushed her hand away.

"Patience milady," he admonished to Maria's small squeal of protest, but he did move more quickly to remove her shirt, and then her bra. Only a few seconds more and Maria's skirt was gone..."Wow this is a nice surprise, sans panties,"

Maria giggled, "Now don't hold out on me, get rid of your clothes and get going, I've been thinking about this all day, and I might do something desperate."

"Ok, it would be impolite to refuse a lady," and Harry stripped off within seconds. 

He kissed her breasts, her belly, "Please Harry, please," Maria pressed his head down opening her long legs. She was right about his second course, plump, ripe, but more than warm, hot, and to Harry, the taste of perfection. Harry rolled his tongue over her, licking first gently then evenly and more vigorously. He sensed her exquisite flavour with tongue and nostrils and satisfied himself more, sucking carefully the sauce from beneath her rigid berry. Maria sighed, lost for words as he licked and sucked slowly, oh so slowly: the excitement built within her, her pleasure reached a plateau, and for a long time it seemed that his questing, searching, vigorous tongue would maintain her feeling of euphoria indefinitely. But just as she began to think that, Harry's feasting of her went to a new level, Maria was suddenly aware of her impending orgasm. It had built up so slowly, that when she got there she herself was almost taken by surprise.

"Harry, Harry," she cried out, unable to say anything coherent, she jerked and thrashed throwing him about, totally lost in the ecstasy of her climax.

Then she started to come down, and with a sudden effort reached forward and pulled him up to lie upon her, she held him tight with both arms and legs her still strained breath gasping in recovery. Harry could still feel her minor spasms and contractions as her climax retreated but said nothing, he couldn't recall such a powerful orgasm before, and was in awe of what he had brought about.

Eventually Maria let out a long sigh, "Oh Harry, Harry, that was just perfect, just hold me tight for a while, just hold me," They lay still, skin to skin, touch to touch, each savouring the other, words were for the moment superfluous.

Eventually Maria stirred a little, parting her legs slightly; he needed no more explicit invitation, and slid his cock into her sopping, steaming vagina, they pushed and thrust back and forward, but then after a while Maria stopped him.

"Harry," she enquired tentatively "Would you like to titty fuck me?"

"Oh, I've never done that," responded a surprised Harry.

"It's just that I know you come a lot, but I've never actually seen how much you come," explained Maria with a suppressed giggle.

"Well alright, but when I come, it does tend to fly about a bit, so look out," grinned Harry.

He withdrew and moved up astride her until she was able to push her pendulous breasts up and around his thrusting wet cock. Harry rocked backwards and forwards, "Now I see him, now I don't," laughed Maria, as his cock thrust into view and then retreated. "Your little one eyed soldier is winking at me, he is really" she giggled, "Come for me Harry" she breathed, "Come all over me, I want all of you."

Harry was beginning to feel the familiar build up to his climax, but it came a fraction sooner than either he or Maria expected, he pushed forward and suddenly, Maria's favourite little one eyed soldier fired his first shot. His discharge made a neat arc and fell in a trail starting at her chin across her lips and face with a big splodge in her left eye before tracing a line of semen across Maria's forehead into her hair.

"Oh my," exclaimed Maria, and in surprise let go of her breasts, Harry's cock, released from confinement let off his second shot, this time it blazed a trail across the right side of her face and nose, somehow missed her eye but again soaked her hair. Harry was as surprised as Maria, and involuntarily he backed off, only to add to the chaos, as one stream of semen after another sprayed over her belly and breasts.

And then he stopped, Harry still astride looked down at Maria who appeared to be shaking; for a second or so he was worried, but then he realised she was shaking with laughter. "Oh my God, I'm absolutely covered in it, plastered all over. I can't believe it, I knew it would be a lot but, wow, this is amazing." She pushed herself up slightly and used her finger to clear the goo from her left eye. She rubbed it off absent mindedly onto her breast and then lay back again. "Oh Harry, you've no idea how much I wanted you to do this, and it was so much better and so much more than I imagined."

"Can I get you a towel?" Harry suggested prosaically.

"No," was Marias prompt response, she writhed under him for a moment, "I want to wallow in it, rub it into my skin, you've put your mark on me, I feel owned, and I like it. And," Maria said quietly, looking up and straight into his eyes, "When you come for me next time, you will know that I'm yours, yours to use... just as you will."

Harry's mouth was parched dry as he took in the force of the promise she had just given. Maria now seemed slightly distracted, as true to her word she started to rub the semen he had spilt, first into her belly then her breasts, next came her arms, followed by her neck her face and finally to his surprise even her hair. Maria looked up with a half smile "There you are Harry, now I really am yours, but first we have to cook the main course,"

The spell was, at least for a while broken, Harry got up and pulled on his shorts and shirt.

"What's that for?" Maria objected.

"I'll make most sacrifices for you," claimed Harry laughing, "but barbecuing naked isn't one of them. Imagine if I got a splash of hot cooking oil on my dick, no thanks, too painful. Now this will only take a few minutes, I'll do the fish first; the prawns and yabbies will only take a minute or so."

Within minutes they were again seated at the table. Harry produced a bottle of wine

"What's this?" asked Maria then answering herself said, "A New Zealand Marlborough Sauvignon Blanc, mmm' cool and fruity... cool like you and fruity like me! These prawns are good, and the yabbies, I think I like them though I've never eaten them before."

"I was given them by one of my clients; he told me that like all fresh water crayfish, the quality of yabbies depends on the quality of water they are living in."

'What sort of fish is it?"

"It's just Flake, otherwise known as shark" said Harry, "I don't know why they don't call it by its real name."

After they had finished their meal they sat down on a sun longer and Harry brought Maria up to date with developments over the last couple of days.

First Harry told her about the finding of Elizabeth Massie's travelling trunks. "They might contain nothing of interest but could you bring them up to my house, we'll put them somewhere where they won't be in the way. We will open them when your aunt gets back because of her special interest."

"Ok, I'm expecting that George will have one of the young mechanics to help him when they bring the tractor wheels back, so I'll see if I can get him to give me a hand with the trunks. I have to remember to take some photographs first though... Aunt Diane has asked me to," he explained.

"Make sure you have some presentable clothes for the pictures, because I have a hunch I know what your aunt is up to... and no I'm not going to tell you, not yet anyway."

"Now what else is there?" reflected Harry, "Oh I know, I saw Billy Thompson yesterday and told him about your plans for the old house. He seemed very interested and a bit relieved, because we are recovering quite a lot more bricks than will be required for the town hall job. He had a look at the old house and says all the timber is sound, no pest damage at all, oh and I almost forgot," said Harry pulling a folded piece of paper from his pocket, "Billy drew a picture of what he thinks the old house originally looked like, What do you think?"

"But he's drawn it with a verandah."

"Yeah he has, and he showed me the evidence for it, you'll enjoy talking to Billy about it, he seems very knowledgeable about old timber and renovations."

"I'll make a point of it."

Finally Harry smiled, "I should tell you too, that I entertained another woman to dinner here yesterday evening; Mrs Tremaine," he added, as Maria looked quizzical. "We shared that huge pasta you left for me."

"How was she?" began Maria, "Hang on though, last night she should have been playing tennis."

"She was dressed for tennis," admitted Harry, "But apparently it was cancelled and she dropped in with a book for you."

"She was wearing a tennis dress?"

"Yes,"

"A dress with a sort of body hugging top, and a slightly longer swishy skirt"

"Yes, that's right" 

"My God, she looks a million dollars in that outfit. You should be congratulated for not jumping her bones right away."

"I told her she looked the goods, stunning I said... she told me off, wild exaggeration she called it."

"Well, isn't that typical, I keep telling her the same, but she just won't have it."

"Maria, said Harry changing the subject, "Susan, Mrs Tremaine might look a million dollars in a tennis dress, but at the moment I'm sitting next to a woman who looks absolutely priceless out of one and I reckon it's time we did something about it.

"Yes indeed sir," responded Maria moving towards him, "I think you are undoubtedly right."



To be continued 



Educating Harry Ch. 12



Maria woke early the next morning, she looked over to Harry still asleep, quiet and still. 'It's a long time since I woke up with a man in my bed,' she thought with a smile; spontaneously she leant over and kissed him very gently, Harry did not stir and Maria thought again, "Look at him he's so peaceful, no one would ever guess what he is like in bed."

She got up showered in the second bathroom to avoid disturbing Harry and made herself a coffee. On returning, Harry was still fast asleep, so she took her coffee onto the small balcony which led from her bedroom. Maria sat down; her view looked out over her property towards the river and the centre of Hawksworth beyond. She felt totally relaxed in the relative cool of the early morning, and as she sipped her coffee, she fell back into her earlier daydreams. 

What had he called her? "Priceless," it was silly, she smiled to herself, but at the time it was perfect, and then Harry had made love to her; they had kissed, they had rolled around on the blanket next to the pool, then he had sucked her nipples. Rock hard nipples Maria remembered, touching herself for a moment as a reminder, she smiled, and then he had moved down inexorably, to eat her out again. In the cool of the morning it seemed in one sense like a blur to Maria, but the pleasure, the tormenting pleasure of his probing searching tongue went on and on looping through her mind, again and again to a relived climax.

What Harry had wanted had been a little unexpected: Maria bit her lip pensively as she remembered, Harry had turned her over onto her hands and knees and fucked her, it was no longer lovemaking, he had taken her, 'he fucked me,' reflected Maria. To call it rough sex was not enough, the sheer energy, the urgency with which he plunged into her without regard for anything electrified her, she gloried in it, and when his climax came he fell on her back biting hard into her shoulder as his semen flooded her womb. Maria remembered no pain or hurt only a surge of complete joy, a joy of giving herself completely.

"Day dreaming?" Harry had woken up and padded quietly over.

"Mmmm, you could call it that" she replied as he kissed the top of her head. Then Maria woke up properly, "You had better hop in the shower and get dressed if you are working today, time's marching on, it must be almost eight already."

"Yes you're right, I had better get moving."

"Be downstairs in ten minutes for some breakfast."

Harry met the deadline with a minute to spare. "Porridge with fruit on the side and a huge mug of tea, what's this about Maria, porridge oats in the morning and pasta in the evening, are you trying to build me up?"

"No," she laughed "it's carbohydrates for energy, oats, slow release in the morning, wheat pasta for quick energy in the evening, I'm optimising your performance, and looking after my own best interests at the same time."

"I'm partial to my favourite sweetmeat myself" responded Harry, putting an arm around her playfully. 

"Don't I know it," retorted Maria brushing him off, "And if last nights last performance is a guide, you prefer your sweetmeat to be steaming in a sticky marinade."

"Maybe," grinned Harry pausing between mouthfuls, "I was a bit carried away, I put it down to the pheromones, your body heat and yes, maybe it was the marinade, as you so decorously put it." 

"I'm not complaining, I'm just wondering what you're going to come up with to top it."

"Ah ha," said Harry "Well I do have designs on...hello who's this?"

A small truck had turned into the driveway, and as it straightened to proceed down the track to the old house, the sign on its side was clear, "Salt's Engineering:" the Bruton brothers had bought the firm but retained the old name.

"That'll be old George with one of Cory's men bringing back the new tyres for the tractor, I'll have to rush, I want them to give me a hand with those trunks."

Harry grabbed a banana and made hastily for the door. "Hey wait a moment," cried Maria "designs on what exactly?"

Harry hesitated for no more than a second and answered with a huge grin "But your ass of course...your wonderful magnificent ass." And then he was gone.

Maria was left talking to herself for a moment. "Surely not, he can't mean, no of course not, he couldn't possibly...could he?" 

Harry arrived just as George and his workmate had started to unload the first of the wheels. "Ah good," George greeted him "we've got the hoist on the truck but an extra pair of hands would be handy manoeuvring these big wheels, especially," he added "seeing as the only help I've got is this useless article." The useless article old George referred to was a large affable young man about Harry's age, he grinned "G'day I'm Pete, don't mind George, the truth is the poor old sod's a bit past it, so we could do with a bit of help."

Old George and Pete continued to bicker and abuse each other, in a way that only the very best of mates can, while Harry observed that both of them were in fact, very competent and sure in their work. In what seemed to Harry a surprisingly short time they had the massive wheels unloaded and re-fitted.

"Now I s'pose," observed old George accurately, "You've got something you want us to do for you."

"Right," confirmed Harry "I want Pete to give me a hand to carry a couple of steel trunks and a chest down from upstairs. The trunks in particular are too awkward and heavy for one person. If Pete could give me a hand to load them onto my ute I can then take them up to Maria's house for her."

"We can do better than that," suggested Pete, "We'll use our truck because we've got the hoist and it'll be much easier to load and unload."

The two young men made their way upstairs to the tune of George telling them to get on with it because he didn't have all day.

"What's the camera for?" 

"Oh my aunt is interested in the history of this place and asked me to photograph everything before it was moved. I was going to get Maria to take them, but perhaps you could help. Harry quickly took a dozen pictures and asked Pete to take a few more with him in them as his aunt Diane had requested. They soon had more than enough

"What's this?" asked Pete, noticing the chest in the back corner

"Only an old chest of drawers."

"No... I don't think so, look at these brass handles, two on each side, one above the other, and also the fancy brass work on the corners. The top half probably lifts off."

"What is it then?"

"I'm not absolutely certain," replied Pete, "But it might be a campaign chest." 

Harry was none the wiser for being told that, and was conscious of keeping old George waiting; "Come on, we had better get it all shifted."

Harry and Pete soon had both trunks, and the chest on the truck and as Pete had guessed the chest separated into two equal parts quite readily. "Just as well" Harry exclaimed "it must be stacked full it weighs so much."

"Pete you take the truck up to Mrs Bunce's house," instructed George, "Harry and I'll follow you."

"Now young Harry, I wondered why you took the tin work off the tractor when you cleaned up, was there a possum, or something like that nesting under it.

"Yes there had been, though what it was I don't know, but it was a real mess."

"Well thanks; it saved me a bit of time you thinkin' of that."

Conscious that any thanks from old George was hard earned, Harry changed the subject, "you were giving Pete a hard time back there, he's not that bad surely?"

"Course he ain't," George cackled, "Young bugger's the best bloody apprentice I've trained for years, but apprentices are all the same; cuss 'em and kick em up the ass, whether they need it or not, that's my method, keeps their mind on the job, otherwise all they think about is football and girls."

"Well, I'm glad I'm not your apprentice." 

"Mighta done you good," grinned the old man toothlessly, I've turned some unpromising lummoxes into pretty fair mechanics, so maybe there might be hope for you yet."

They lurched to a halt, and George got out of the ute well pleased with himself for coming out ahead in the exchange.

Maria came out to greet them and directed Harry and Pete to her study where the trunks were to be stowed. That was soon done. "I think I'll leave the chest out here in the conservatory then I can wash it down and decide what to do with it."

"Oh no," exclaimed Pete, "You mustn't do that," but then he turned bright red embarrassed at his outburst.

"Who are you to be telling Mrs Bunce what to do, you cheeky varmint," protested old George.

Harry interrupted, "Hang on a moment, Pete was telling me something about this chest, and he probably has a good reason for what he was saying."

"Well yes," replied Pete collecting himself, "First Mrs Bunce, the chest appears to be full of something and it's very heavy so it's probably papers, second the timber has been in the dark for ninety odd years and though it's not cracked it must be very dry, so if you washed it, some of the water is bound to get through to the contents and they would be damaged, and if the chest was left in the sun in a hot conservatory it would crack up in no time."

"You have a good point about the possibility of damaging the papers," agreed Maria, "But I'm not bothered about the chest of drawers itself, so it can just go in the conservatory." 

"But I think perhaps you should be bothered Mrs Bunce," persisted Pete, "Because it's not a chest of drawers, it's a campaign chest, at least I think it is."

"What's a campaign chest, and why should this be one?"

"Well Mrs Bunce, campaign chests were very popular for officers in the British Army, in fact most armies a hundred and fifty years ago. They served as a piece of furniture that the officers could also use as trunks when they travelled, overseas or on campaign, that's why they've got the handles on the side. If you look closely, the top two levels of drawers are split into three but the middle one is probably a false drawer, and when you unlock it my guess is that will fold out as a small writing desk. If it's what I think, it will be worth restoring."

"I'm impressed Pete, where did you learn all this."

"My girlfriend Tracey, her uncle restores old furniture for a hobby, he even makes it from scratch, his house is full of it.

Old George interrupted, "So you're goin' out with Billy Thompson's niece, and I thought young Tracey had a bit of sense, but you're right about Billy, he's a pretty good builder but he's a much better joiner, does some really top class work."

"Coming from you George, that's a really big wrap," observed Harry.

"Well I ain't one to praise too much, but Billy's a top tradesman, we had an expert up here from Sydney a few years back, and he swore some chairs Billy had made were genuine antiques. He was a bit flummoxed when Billy told 'im they was only six months old, but then he said, 'damnit if they fooled me they'll fool anyone else,' and he offered to buy anything Billy could make. Billy wouldn't be in it though, said he didn't want to make a business out of it."

Once started, Maria knew that old George would take some stopping, so she brought the discussion to a halt, "That settles it then, Harry and Pete can you put it into the study with the other things and Pete" she added, "Thank you for you advice, and you too George; I will ask Mr Thompson what I should do with it."

Their task was soon completed, Pete and old George left and as both Harry and Maria observed they were arguing again before the truck even turned onto the road. "Do you reckon those two ever stop squabbling," grinned Harry.

"Not a chance," laughed Maria, "If they did they would have to admit how much they liked each other, so it won't happen. Now I suppose, you will be getting off to work too."

"Yes I have a few things to do, but I'll be back this afternoon, will I see you here then?" 

"Only if you are a bit later than usual, I won't be back until about seven thirty."

"Ok I'll see you then."

As things turned out although Harry only had a couple of jobs planned, the phone started ringing almost as soon as he had left Maria's, he was flat out all day and by mid afternoon had decided to give the old house a miss for the day. He finished his last job at seven in the evening just giving him time for a shower and a burger before arriving at Maria's just before eight. Maria had arrived only seconds before and was removing what appeared to be the spoils of a major shopping expedition from her car.

"Can I give you a hand with that?"

"Thanks."

"It looks as though you have bought up the entire shop."

"No I haven't" retorted Maria, "it's nearly all clothes, I have to get a lot made to measure, mainly because of my height. I go to a little Italian tailor who makes suits for men; I suspect I'm his only female client."

"That'd be Mr Iemma, but you're not his only female client, his daughter has an internet based business selling wedding dresses and special event dresses for formals, proms and such like. She obtains the orders and deals with the business side, whilst he and a group of ladies actually make the clothes." 

"Is that right, he's such a sweetie, a real gentleman but very shy, he always makes sure his daughter is there when I go for an appointment, she does most of the fitting and takes measurements and afterwards he likes to talk about what he is going to do and we sit down and have coffee with lovely Italian cakes that his wife makes. It's all very civilized."

"Crikey, I never got that treatment when he made me a suit."

"Of course not, Mr Iemma may be shy but he's a gentleman and an Italian, so he knows how to treat a lady... and," added Maria, "He's a superb tailor and dressmaker."

"Well, I know I'm not a tailor or dressmaker and certainly not Italian but hopefully" he suggested, putting an arm around Maria, "Maybe I can be a gentleman."

"Mmmm,' not to sure about that," replied Maria responding quickly "Think of yourself as a work in progress, I would have thought a real gentleman lover would have had me half undressed and on the way to bed by now."

A little more than forty minutes later Maria was becoming rapidly convinced of Harry's progress, as she bucked furiously out of control, in the throes of her second orgasm. "Oh God don't ever let it stop" she cried as Harry burst inside her, a river of cum flooding, penetrating deep into her womb. She was silent for a few seconds just twitching and heaving slightly, involuntarily, as she came down. 

"Oh my God," she repeated, "Now I feel all warm and mushy, it's like I'm in a dream and I don't want to wake up." Harry knew from experience that he wasn't expected to say anything, he had got used to Maria taking a long time to come down from her climax. He knew instinctively that she just wanted him to hold her close, while she chattered about how she felt. "That was so good, just so good, now just hold me," she said as though reading his thoughts. He did so and she mumbled an incoherent contentment, "Your cock in me, I so love it, and when you come, mmmm" she trailed off, "It's so lovely."

Then after some time Maria quite suddenly spoke up, she giggled, "You have got yourself a couple of new champions, at least one of them is new anyway."

"What do you mean?" 

"Well today before my visit to Mr Iemma I had a lunch date, half a dozen of us, women of a certain age I suppose, we try to get together every couple of months or so. Me, Susan Tremaine, Carol Johnson and her partner Lois, Frances Gear, the doctor and Bella Mason the High School Principal. Trixie the rector's wife was invited but couldn't come.

"Anyway Bella was telling us all, that she was taking you on a trip up to Armidale for a conference. She got Carol's back up a bit, I think it was because Bella was talking about you as a representative of her school, in a way that implied credit to Bella rather than the people who actually taught you -- like Carol of course."

"Oh, Mrs Mason's just an ambitious woman, there's no harm in that."

"Maybe not, but Carol was pretty quick to tell her that you weren't someone who could be led by the nose."

Harry laughed, but then Maria added, "Susan then jumped in and told Bella, that someone she knew very well had told her that you had a knack for working out exactly what a woman wanted and taking your own initiative. I suppose she was referring to Alice because I hadn't told her anything like that.

"Now what are you laughing about," said Maria turning over to face him, "It isn't that funny."

"No it isn't," replied Harry, "Except for the fact, that it's the second time someone has alerted me to Mrs Mason.

"What do you mean?"

Harry told her what his aunt had said ,of which Maria promptly concluded, "So Carol and Susan were right, she is manipulating you."

"No she's not, organising me a bit perhaps, but that's all, and you can hardly blame her for wanting to promote her own school."

"I suppose not," smiled Maria sweetly, "In any case with Carol, Susan and your aunt looking out for you you'll be alright."

"I don't need anyone to look out for me, though Carol doesn't surprise me, she's pretty assertive herself, Susan, Mrs Tremaine though, it surprised me that she got involved."

"Susan does surprise people, most of them just see a stunningly beautiful woman who is just too nice to be true, but she is also very smart and determined, neither of which are quite so obvious. She's sometimes slow to make her mind up but once Susan has decided on something it's very hard to stop her. Anyway, I guess that all we are saying is, do not let Bella manipulate you."

"Oh I shan't, there's only one woman who is allowed to do that and she has been very neglectful of her duties these past few minutes."

"Is that so, in that case I had better take you in hand." Harry felt her long fingers wind themselves around his cock. "Mmmm you're paying attention now; in fact you're like a sentry standing to attention, stiff straight and ready for action."

And action commenced.

The next few days were uneventful, Harry continued to be fully occupied, working all day and making love with Maria in the evening. Harry's aunt emailed to say her research had gone particularly well and she was going to extend her stay in Sydney for a couple more days. Towards the end of the week Harry's phone rang; "G'day mate 'ow er yer goin," it was the unmistakeable voice of Billy Thompson.

"Hi, what can I do for you?"

"Well Harry," Billy explained, I checked this morning' how many bricks you had ready and I was hopin' you could get out another three full pallets by Friday arvo. Reason is," he continued "Is that I've got two extra brickies who have agreed to work right through the weekend, it'll let us catch up after that bad weather we had a couple of weeks back. That should be enough for 'em to finish the job."

Harry thought for a second or two "Yes I reckon I can do that, I'll just put in a long session on Thursday."

"Good lad, oh and by the way, Mrs Bunce dropped by my place. We had a yarn about renovating the old house, I'm gunna give her a quote, hope she goes ahead, because it would be a real interestin' job."

"Ok then Billy, if you don't hear from me, you can assume the bricks will be ready for you." 

Thursday, however, dawned cloudy and threatening and it looked ever more ominous as time went on, the forecast said heavy rain, and thunderstorms for the afternoon and evening. It was hot and seemed even hotter when black clouds started to move in bringing oppressive humidity with them.

"Looks as though I am going to get wet," said Harry to himself "But can't be helped, I promised Billy I would get the job done." Harry threw several towels and another change of clothing into his ute as he set out. When he got to Maria's he decided not to take his ute down to the old House. 'Might be difficult to get back up the steep slope if it rains hard'.




Educating Harry Ch. 12



He had barely started work before a few large drops of rain signalled the start of the storm. Retreating into the old house Harry dressed, or more accurately undressed into his wet weather gear, this consisted of replacing his shorts with some swimmers which was his sole clothing apart from a cap to keep the rain out of his eyes, his work boots and gloves to handle the bricks.

For the next two, almost three hours Harry worked through steady and occasionally pouring rain; it was not too bad because it was still very hot, and the rain at least washed all his sweat away, he did however, end up plastered in red mud as he splashed around the site.

At about seven as Harry had almost finished, the rain started to ease off slightly.

"Hi," it was Marias voice that called to him, "I didn't expect you to be working through this, you are sodden." Maria had arrived carrying an esky under one arm, and somehow managing to hold up a big golf umbrella with the other. "I heard from Billy Thompson that you were trying to complete a load today, so I've come armed with a picnic."

Harry looked up and grinned, "I have almost finished in fact, shouldn't be longer than ten minutes or so... if you like to get in the dry and sort things out I'll just finish this pallet. They both busied themselves and as if on cue, the moment Harry placed the last brick the heavy rain turned into a teeming downpour. However, to Maria's surprise Harry didn't head for the shelter of the house but ran instead to the house for just a moment and grabbed something from one of the benches. She was then even more surprised when he pulled his swimmers off, kicked his boots to one side and stood naked in the teeming rain. Then she realised what he had got from the bench, a bar of soap. Harry stood in the middle of the paddock soaping himself all over and letting the rain wash it off.

Maria hooted, "I've never seen anything so crazy," but within a minute or two the previously filthy Harry was fairly presentable. He then came inside grabbed a towel from where he had left it on the bench and dried himself off. In another minute he had on a clean shirt and shorts.

"Now," declared Maria taking charge "you must be hungry working through this."

"I am a bit, though it was not as bad as I thought it might be." He took a bite out of a big roll which appeared to have tandoori chicken and salad in it, "mmm' that's good, have you got anything to drink.

"Ginger Beer, sorry it was all I had in the fridge."

"That's ok I quite like it...now tell me what have you been up to today?

"Well at lunchtime I went over to see Billy Thompson and asked him if he could give me a detailed quotation to renovate the old house. His initial estimate was pretty good, we talked about a few possibilities which would vary the final figure. I also got a chance to see the inside of Billy's house and especially some of the things he has made, George was right, he is a real craftsman, he has made some lovely things."

"So, when will you be able to start work?"

"Oh three or four months at the earliest assuming, there is no problem with planning approval."

"Well I hope I don't have to wait that long for the approval of my plans" said Harry suggestively, as he stretched out on the blanket and put an arm around Maria.

"I guess" responded Maria pulling him closer "that depends on what you have in mind, an erection of some sort I suppose, and where you are going to put it...is this what you have in mind" she asked as her fingers moved up his thigh to Harry's groin? "Is it a scale model or the real thing?"

"Definitely the real thing" replied Harry, "as to location I'm considering two possibly three locations but whichever I choose this erection is going to need a pile driver."

"In that case" concluded Maria you will need to ensure that the hole for your pile driver is well lubricated first." Harry made no response; he was too busy clearing the site of any clothes that might impede his plans. That achieved, they kissed long and hard before embarking on what had become a familiar journey, first he kissed her neck then moved down slowly as Maria fondled and caressed his cock and balls. But then Harry moved out of reach, lower, searching and finding his objective, his tongue slid forward tentatively at first, "Oh Harry," Maria sighed contentedly, "Oh yes, yes." Harry didn't just give head, he made love, he nuzzled, he kissed, he licked, he suckled. Always unhurriedly, waiting just a fraction longer than Maria might have liked. Her excitement slowly rose, "Harry lick me, lick me please" her fractured voice whispered, he did knowing that she wanted the slow deliberate licking occasionally punctuated by his vigorous sucking of her clitoris.

"Harry, Harry, Harry" cried Maria her eyes tightly shut as she tossed her head wildly from side to side... she came, a wild bucking orgasm throwing her hips upwards in ecstasy, for the moment completely out of control. Maria spasmed involuntarily but gradually less as her climax lessened, "Oh Harry, Harry, that was wonderful, now hold me, hold me tight" she demanded as she dragged him forward to lie on her. Maria held him for a long time arms and legs wrapped firmly around him but eventually she relaxed, "Now isn't it about time she suggested in a dreamy voice "that pile driver did a bit of work"

Harry needed no further prompting; he pushed back a little and then sank his cock into her soaking pussy in one movement. As always it seemed at first to Harry that Maria's pussy was so huge, so wet and so welcoming that he could disappear cock, balls, his whole body could be swallowed up inside her, but then he felt the familiar tightening, surrounding, gripping his cock, as he thrust again and again into her. Harry knew it would not take too long for him to come but he was a little surprised to see that Maria too seemed to be on the verge of a second climax

Harry came first, he thrust forward hard as Maria raised herself to meet him, "Uhhgg" he groaned as his load started to shoot into her, on and on it came until just as he stopped, Maria too orgasmed, she clutched her spent lover to her grinding pushing extracting every last ounce of pleasure for herself. "Oh Harry," she gasped again as she slowly recovered her breath, "I never thought I would come again so quickly."

They lay together still for a long time, not talking much just holding, touching one another and as the sun started to set the rain finally stopped completely.

"Hmm" said Maria sitting up "I thought it would never stop, look at the water flooding down the track, it's a good job you didn't bring your ute down here, you would never have got it back up the slope."

"I really like a big storm, there's something really primal about it, all that unlimited power and potency though this one hasn't had much thunder and lightning so far."

"I see, are you saying that potency as you call it, has a sort of sexual dimension?"

"Well I hadn't thought of it quite like that but maybe there is something in it," smiled Harry. "Now is there anything else to eat, I'm still hungry. He found another roll and as the sun sank quickly below the horizon they continued to talk about this and that. It was very quiet and peaceful looking out over the swollen river to the town, and neither was inclined to break the spell just yet. Eventually Maria looked at her watch, "Goodness look at the time, it's almost nine o'clock, I suppose we had better be going."

"Yes," acknowledged Harry "And if you look south it looks as though some more black cloud is rolling in, pretty slowly though, so we should be alright."

They made their way back up the track, slipping and stumbling a little over the sodden ground but they eventually made it to the stand of trees at the top of the hill. Maria stopped for a moment, "It's almost black in here under the trees, I can only just see where I'm going, it's creepy." She stepped forward gingerly then quite suddenly fell forward onto her hands and knees, "What the hell was that." Something almost silently had swooped down from the trees behind her; she almost felt it as it flew past.

Harry ran forward. "It's ok, it was only an owl, I think it was the Powerful Owl which lives in the coachwood trees at the back of Mr Severson's house."

Maria wasn't convinced, still on her knees she clung onto Harry, "What is it with you Harry Salt, the first time you came to my place a snake almost bit me, now you're setting owls onto me in the middle of the night, what's next?" 

"What's next, well that depends whether I should be hero or villain. If this was a gothic novel I could heroically rescue you, the damsel in distress, and return you to the bosom of your loved ones..."

Never slow to pick up a cue Maria ran her hand suggestively over his cock, "If you were a villain I would cry out 'unhand me sir' but no one would hear my pleas, in the tempest of this dark and stormy night, my fate would be sealed, I would be ruined!"

"In that case," concluded Harry moving behind her and squeezing her breasts, "There is really no choice is there, it will have to be ruin."

As always action was more persuasive than words, Harry caressed and stroked her breasts; he kissed her neck and shoulders but only for a few seconds. A gentle push to her back and, Maria sank forward on hands and knees and as thunder rumbled overhead Harry lifted her skirt and drove his cock into her with one sure movement. Harry and Maria lurched back and forward, the thunder grumbled ominously their own storm grew in intensity. Maria cried out, "Give me more, more, fu'... the thunder boomed out obliterating her appeal. And then for a few moments, a curious silence, Maria and Harry could almost hear themselves breathe. Harry slowed, he hesitated, he withdrew, his cock jumped ever so slightly, he moved forward, he nudged her asshole.

Maria gasped as realisation dawned on her, 'he was going to,' "Yes," she whispered, and barely audibly repeated herself, "Yes"

The thunder cracked again and Harry yelled at the top of his voice, "I'm gunna take your ass, I'm gunna fuck your ass."

Maria made no response except for a tiny movement, tiny in amount, but totally significant in her acceptance and desire. 

Harry pressed forward, the head of his cock pushed against her tight hole, once, twice, and then on the third time, he penetrated slightly. He gripped her hips tightly and pushed again this time hard, the head of his thick cock quite suddenly burst through her sphincter.

Maria cried out in pain, "Eeeeow, oh my god, oh god," but not a sound was heard, At that very moment a stupendous prolonged clap of thunder burst directly overhead.

"I'm fucking your ass," yelled Harry.

"You're fucking my ass," screamed Maria exultantly, but neither was heard. The storms within them and around engulfed them, Harry plunged deep into her, Maria pushed back, begging, demanding, "More, more."

A few large spots of rain started to fall; they increased slightly in intensity as Harry smashed his cock into Maria faster and more vigorously. Maria raised her ass high almost knocking Harry from his feet but he hung on nails and fingers digging into her hips with an unrelenting grip.

It now rained heavily, but Maria and Harry were beyond caring, she gloried in the fullness, the completeness of his possession and he in her tightness, her acceptance and joy of him. Still Harry drove into her, the rain increased, it was no longer heavy but a torrent deluging upon them, Maria slipped, she went down her face and breasts deep into the rain and dirt, her sodden hair tangled in the mud and water. The storm lashed her back unmercifully but still she had no care, save only for the raging cock of her lover within her.

At last Harry yelled out above the storm, "I'm coming." Maria stopped, willing him to fill her till she could take no more, and as Harry came, there was once again a long rolling rumble of thunder, at first overhead then it gradually retreated into the distance. Harry's climax kept time with it, first powerful, then merely strong, before gradually fading with his last weakening thrusts.

Maria was exhausted, she slumped flat out into the mud, Harry followed, lying on her back for a few seconds; he then withdrew rolled onto his back and lay next to her. After a few seconds Maria raised herself, she looked down to Harry's rain spattered face, he looked up, the rain was rapidly washing the mud away from her face and hair, Harry raised his hand and wiped away a particularly stubborn bit. Maria smiled looked down at him and said, "I love you."

And then the rain stuttered, weakened and within a few seconds stopped, as rapidly as it had begun. Afterwards, neither Harry nor Maria could remember how long they lay there but it was Harry who said first "C'mon we can't stay here all night."

They walked back to Maria's house in silence.

"I'm not going to ask you in," Maria told him, "Anything else would be an anti-climax."

Harry nodded, kissed her swiftly and was gone.

Maria let herself in; she didn't feel like showering just yet, she wrapped herself in a big towelling housecoat with another towel around her hair. She sat on her lounge room floor not doing much, just going over what had happened. She smiled to herself, she couldn't remember being so happy.

The next morning after his breakfast Harry looked at his email, the first was a very brief note from Maria, "The weather forecast says, 'thunderstorms clearing, a fine day--' Damn!"



To be continued



Educating Harry Ch. 13



"Why did I even think it, it was so stupid of me, I still cannot understand why I blurted it out, 'I love you,' like a silly schoolgirl"

Maria and Susan were enjoying an afternoon coffee on Susan's terrace, and Maria had enlisted her in the role of agony aunt.

"Possibly," suggested Susan tentatively, "Just possibly there may be just a tiny element of truth in what you said."

"Tiny," laughed Maria, "That's the problem, I started out with the intention of bedding a young man, any man would do, Harry was the perfect candidate, smart, fit, fairly easy to seduce and best of all, he would be gone within a few months, so no residual issues. Now I find I'm organising my day around him, I spend hours thinking about him, what we are going to do, I've even gone domestic, cooking up special meals for him for God's sake, I'm behaving like a lovesick teenager, it's no good, no good at all."

"Look Maria, stop beating yourself up over it, it's only natural, you can't commit yourself so decisively physically, without some emotional impact."

"Well I thought I could, and I suppose," Maria added ruefully as she helped herself to a slice of Susan's home made cake, "I suppose, that I've been caught out, I was only supposed to be in it for the sex."

"You're not complaining about that are you?" 

"Definitely not, that has been just phenomenal; it's just that I've grown so damn fond of him." 

"At least you can be pretty sure that Harry hasn't fallen for you in the same way."

"Yes, he likes me, a lot I think, but essentially, I'm pretty sure it's the sex that is the priority for Harry."

"That makes sense." agreed Susan, "From what I have observed, guys of Harry's age don't fall in love, they fall in lust. It's easy to forget that because he has done so much, but he is still only nineteen, he won't be twenty until January. A nineteen year old is too immature to follow much more than his hormones."

"Hmmm,' I don't know whether I would go that far, I hope you are right." 

"Look at it like this, just the fact that you recognise that you are in a spot and could make a fool of yourself, means you are on the right track, you have good judgement, you will sort it out... and until then you should enjoy yourself."

"I know you're right," Maria acknowledged, "But knowing doesn't make it any easier, now," she changed tack decisively; "I don't want to talk about me anymore, tell me what have you been up to?" 

"Not a great deal, though this morning I had an email from Alice, she has told me all about her dinner date with Joe and it is so infuriating."

"Why?"

"Because it's quite obvious he has recruited her as his ally, it's ridiculous, the blasted man has only ever met me once but he's unrelenting."

"It is flattering though."

"Maybe, maybe not, I could just do with a bit of space to do my own thing for a while."

"Anyway," said Maria "What did Alice have to tell you?"

"Apparently Joe took them to a really classy French restaurant called 'Tallgrass,' it's about twenty five miles out of Chicago at Lockport, not too far from where Alice's cousins live. He called to pick them up, Alice had asked her cousin Sarah to go with her, as she was a bit shy of going alone. Alice says Sarah was drooling from the moment she met him, and said she'll have him like a shot if I don't want him."

"Well," observed Maria "I suppose Sarah is young and impressionable like Alice."

"No she is not, she is the elder of two sisters, she is twenty six a young lawyer, she ought to know better, normally she is a really cool and classy young woman."

"Oh, I don't detect just a smidgeon of jealousy do I?"

"No you do not, so don't think that I'll rise to your bait. Anyway, one thing Alice said did surprise me, she described Joe as attractive but as she puts it, 'sort of crumpled' and then she added that he was graceful, an odd way to describe a man, but you know, that was exactly what I thought when I first met him. Sarah apparently was more direct; she said she thought he was smouldering hot."

"I think they're both right," interjected Maria.

"Well, whatever, they had a lovely meal and Joe obviously laid on a charm offensive, Alice tells me that he got both of the girls to talk about themselves and what they were doing rather than him.

"Sounds as though he earned himself a pile of brownie points."

"He certainly did," confirmed Susan with mock grimness "And it didn't end there, after a fantastic evening; Alice's description, he took them home. Alice says she gave him a kiss on the cheek and said thank you; then he took Sarah's hand kissed it, looked her as Alice puts it, 'devilishly in the eye' and said, 'If only I hadn't already met Susan,"

Maria hooted, "What a ham."

"My thoughts exactly, but of course, the two girls think he is wonderful."

"Well you must admit, he was very kind and carried it off very well."

"He must have, because I have also had an email from Sarah's mother congratulating me on 'finding such a nice young man,' and another from Sarah which was rather more 'uhhm, explicit. But it is a bit annoying."

"Why so?" 

"Because now, if I say anything even faintly critical, his new and self appointed cheerleaders are going to be on his case." 

"I don't think you should worry too much about it anyway," said Maria rising from her chair, "But I will have to be going now, I have one or two errands."

Susan walked the few yards with Maria to her car, "There was one thing I did not ask you."

"What was that?" 

"Whether your original ambition with Harry has come to anything?"

"Am I pregnant you mean? I don't know, I haven't done a test."

But as she drove away Maria said to herself quietly, "But I am more than a bit late," she just wasn't ready yet to confirm anything to herself, let alone confide in anyone else. 

A little more than three hours later Harry was completely oblivious to Maria's misgivings, "You like that," she laughed, looking down at him, his cock firmly installed in her pussy.

"Well I suppose if I have to be beaten up this is probably the best option."

Maria swung slightly from side to side slapping him gently with her swinging breasts, first on one cheek then the other. Harry retaliated, he thrust hard upwards bumping her forward slightly, just enough to give him time to catch one protruding nipple between his lips, and he latched on firmly.

"Hey, you weren't supposed to do that, but ohh, ohh never mind," she vacillated as he sucked her long nipple deep into his mouth, "Ohh," Maria repeated, mmm' that's nice that's really nice. Unconsciously she began to grind against him while Harry's suckling sent an almost electric pulse of pleasure between her breast and her pussy. Maria shut her eyes tight, concentrating hard, only an occasional mumble or groan betrayed her. Harry necessarily was silent but the fact that he was close to climax somehow communicated to her, Maria realised she was some distance behind and to catch up she supported herself on one hand while the other was put to work between her legs. The result though not instantaneous was swift.

Harry with a juddering thrust exploded inside her and released her breast as he did so; within a few seconds, Maria frigging herself furiously joined him. It was always as she climaxed, that Harry appreciated her sheer strength, her pussy gripped him vice like as she stripped him of everything he would have given willingly anyway.

"Oh Harry, you just get better and better," she exclaimed as she collapsed upon him, Harry still said nothing; holding a conversation when you are out of breath with one hundred and eighty five pounds or so of hot woman lying on you is not so easy.

Ten minutes later Maria suddenly sat up, "Pay attention Harry, we need to have an inter- intercourse business meeting."

"A what?" 

"I have a couple of things I mustn't forget to ask you and now is as good a time as any: first Billy Thompson rang and asked for an invoice for the bricks. He said the Town Council are good payers, but a bit slow, so he wants to bill them as soon as possible, so he needs my invoice first."

"Ok I have the numbers and I counted all the slates too yesterday so I'll include them as well."

"Good, now how much more time will it take to finish the job?"

"Six or seven hours, not much more spread over a couple or three days, loading the slates is quick and easy, then there will be just a bit of tidying up, probably be finished by Tuesday."

"In that case then you can also let me have an invoice for all the time you have put in as well. Now what was the third item, oh I remember; Diane left a message for me today saying she will be home tomorrow so I have sent a reply suggesting she come around for coffee Wednesday morning. Maybe you would like to come over as well, because we are going to open those old trunks and the chest."

"Ok, is that all?"

"Not quite, on Saturday evening I want to invite you out, to say thank you for everything you have done over the past seven or eight weeks, I thought we might go out for a meal, somewhere nice, The Club in fact.

"Madam," replied Harry with mock solemnity, "I shall be delighted to come and if that's where we are heading, I had better break out my tuxedo."

"Excellent, we will meet here at say eight and having arranged that I think I can close the meeting."

"Hang on hang on, just a minute" protested Harry, "Isn't 'any other business' always the last item on the agenda before a business meeting is closed."

"Yes, but what do you mean?" 

"I have Madam Chairman, an uhmm' urgent personal problem which needs to be raised,"

"Ah ha," said Maria "I understand, and from what I can see your uhmm,' problem certainly does need to be raised, almost from the dead in fact, but," she added lowering her head and parting her lips expectantly, "I think I have the solution."

And as Harry soon discovered, she had.

For the next few days Harry moved bricks, stacked slates, he and Maria made love and life was good.

On the Wednesday morning Harry brought his aunt to Maria's house. "I will wait until we see Maria to tell you the results of my research," Aunt Diane had said, "No point repeating it."

Maria soon had them seated with a plentiful supply of coffee and biscuits, "Now what have you been able to find out."

"I had intended," Aunt Diane told them, "To start by tracing Elizabeth Massie through her birth and marriage records, but Mrs Brennan had told me that Elizabeth's maiden name was Graham and that she had a cousin married to a Scotsman. So when Harry sent me the Centennial Park address and the name Connon I had a hunch we had hit the jackpot."

"Why so?" queried Harry.

"Quite simple Harry, Connon is a Scottish name and fortunately not a common one, within little more than half an hour I went through all the Connons in the Sydney telephone directory and was talking to someone who is a second cousin of Elizabeth and Charles Massie."

"That was quick," exclaimed Maria, "And was she able to help much."

"She certainly was, I have spent two long afternoons with her and I now have what I think will prove to be a pretty good anecdotal history, obviously I have to check it all with official records, but having a basic story and time frame will be invaluable."

"What is the basic story asked Maria?"

"Elizabeth was born in 1893 the daughter of a Scottish grazier John Graham; he had a big property out at Burra. Charles Massie was born in Boston of a long established American family; he fell out with his family for some reason, but eventually made his way to San Francisco where he got a crewman's job on a cargo ship. It appears he jumped ship in Sydney in about 1913 maybe 14. I'm told he got into some sort of trouble in Sydney and skedaddled into the country ending up at Hawksworth.

"There he must have met Elizabeth, they were married it seems within a matter of months in the teeth of opposition from her father; that was a rift which sadly was never healed. Events then took another turn, the war started in 1914 and the impetuous Charles volunteered for what so many young men thought was a big adventure and within a few months was fighting at Gallipoli."

"So he left Elizabeth behind."

"Yes, but not just Elizabeth, because a few months after Charles went to war Elizabeth gave birth to a son, John Charles, always known as JC. He, at Charles' insistence was registered at the US consulate as an American citizen: that had repercussions later.

"Meanwhile Charles' military career was a bit of a roller coaster, he was in trouble during basic training, AWOL or something like that but he was commended for bravery at Gallipoli. After the evacuation from the Dardenelles he went to France received a minor injury which hospitalised him but by early 1917 had been promoted to Sergeant and was awarded the Military Medal. Within another 12 months he was busted back to Private but had won a bar to his medal. The next thing I was told was that he arrived back in Sydney in 1919 and that is when tragedy overtook romance.

"What happened," interjected Harry?

"Influenza, Charles arrived home and he and Elizabeth had a few short weeks together. Jobs were scarce in Hawksworth, but Mr Connon offered him a position at his shipping firm in Sydney, Charles went down to Sydney leaving Elizabeth to pack up their small home in Maria's old house, she was to follow later. When Elizabeth arrived in Sydney it was to find that Charles was already in hospital, I am told that he died within an hour or so of her arrival. "Oh how awful," exclaimed Maria "but I believe the Spanish flu epidemic at that time did kill people very quickly."

"Yes," agreed Diane "It did, in fact the epidemic killed more people than had died in the war and affected young people disproportionately."

"So what happened to Elizabeth and baby JC" asked Harry?

"Well he was no longer a baby he was almost four years old, he lived with Elizabeth in Sydney because her father had cut her off but Elizabeth received a lot of help from her grandfather, a shadowy figure I know little about," Elizabeth died young in 1933 but JC had a long, and much happier life than his parents. But that story will have to wait for now because I see our helper has arrived."

The helper was Billy Thompson, "G'day ladies, Harry. Now what is it you want me to sort out."

"Two trunks and a chest," said Maria, "They are all locked, and we want to open them without doing any damage, come and have a look at them."

"Hmm," Billy pondered stroking his chin, "The trunks will be easy, just a few seconds but this is a campaign chest like Pete said, they sometimes have quite good locks."

"How about," suggested Maria, "You do the trunks first, and then we will have something to look at while you figure out the campaign chest."

Billy dropped his tool bag on the floor and opened it up to reveal dozens of different keys, "Wherever did all those come from?" exclaimed Harry.

"Years and years of messing around with old furniture," grinned Billy, "I never throw away a key; you never know when one'll come in handy."

Despite Billy's claim, the trunks took a little longer than anticipated, and Maria began to show signs of impatience, but then the first lock squeaked and turned. "Got 'er" grinned Billy triumphantly, "Second one will be easy." This time he was right and it was opened quickly.

"Well," said Aunt Diane, "I think you should open them up Maria, but just a moment, I want to photograph you doing so." This was soon done and Maria lifted the first lid, on top was a sheet of paper and then a blanket. It was soon apparent that most of the trunk contained clothes, all very neatly packed between bed linen. The second trunk was also packed with the same meticulous care but proved to contain nothing more than quite ordinary household bits and pieces, china a few ornaments but nothing of much interest.

The atmosphere felt a little flat and Maria voiced the feelings of the others, "Not much here I'm afraid, it all depends on you now Billy if you can get the campaign chest open."

As if on cue the lock Billy was working on clicked faintly, " I reckon we've got it... yeah there we are," as the lock opened completely, he pulled open the top middle drawer, see" he said "Young Pete was right, this middle section folds down as a writing desk." "But," Maria objected, "All the other drawers are still locked, this is going to take all day."

"Possibly not," suggested Aunt Diane, "What do you think Billy?"

"Well there's a fair chance that anybody lockin' the chest would lock the other drawers first, and then put that key in one of these tiny interior drawers in the writin' desk, for safe keeping," he explained

Maria pulled two out without finding anything, then on the third she announced, "Oh well done Billy, is this it?" Billy took the key from her and inserting it in the next drawer down opened it easily. "What have we got here? It's just a load of old exercise books."

"Let me see," Aunt Diane studied the first intently put it back and pulled out two more at random. "No Maria, not just a load of old books... this is a diary, Elizabeth's diary, there are fourteen of them from when she was nine years old to nineteen eighteen. I have already seen her last diary, the fifteenth in Sydney; this is a terrific find Maria. But," Diane paused, "There's something missing."

"Her letters?" queried Harry.

"Yes Harry, someone who keeps a diary for fifteen years would not throw away letters."

"Let's see what is in the other drawers."

Their search produced little; there were lots of small personal possessions and a few letters from her mother and grandfather, but little else.

"Oh how disappointing," said Aunt Diane "I was hoping she might have kept her correspondence with Charles, what a shame."

"Now just a minute" said Billy "I s'pose these letters woulda been really private like, they'd be put away somewhere where they couldn't be found too easy."

"What are you getting at Billy, asked Harry?

"Look at this," said Billy and he began to pull all the small internal drawers out of the writing desk, "Ah ha now; look at this, this long one in the middle is shorter than the rest." Billy inserted one bony hand in the space behind it and pulled out a small hidden tray. In it lay three neatly tied bundles of letters and one of post cards. "These old writing desks and bureaux as often as not had a secret drawer like this," announced Billy delighted with himself, but the women were more interested in the letters.

"If Elizabeth's letters are a fraction as forthright as her last diary was Maria, this will be a fascinating find. I think though we maybe ought to think about what we are going to do with them first." 

"Right" agreed Maria but noticing Diane's rather serious expression she added, "Let's have another coffee and a chat about it."

"Ok," said Billy, "I'll leave you people to do that. I will have to be goin' now, but Mrs B," he added, "That campaign chest; it's a nice bit o' cabinet makin', cedar, about 1860 or so. If you'd like me to fix it up it would come up real good." 

Maria saw Billy out and then returned. "Now Diane, tell me why you suddenly became so serious?"

Aunt Diane took a sip of her coffee put her cup down and considered for a moment. "It's like this, over the last few weeks I have become fascinated with the story of Elizabeth Massie, I thought that I would like to write her story, a young woman in a frontier society, a rift with her family, a passionate love affair, marriage, a baby, their family in war time, and then at the end tragedy."

"But that's a wonderful idea," exclaimed Maria, don't you think so Harry?"

"I think it's terrific," concurred Harry, "but why do you have reservations."

"I have read Elizabeth's last diary, the few months of nineteen nineteen after Charles returned to her. Elizabeth's is no ordinary diary, yes she talks about every day events but she also writes about herself and her feelings. The love, the passion she had for Charles and JC almost leaps off the page and she never holds back, even the most intimate thoughts. People today would say her writing was graphic, but to me it was stunningly beautiful, it almost took me inside her relationship with Charles, I just wonder whether I am good enough to do such a love story justice."




Educating Harry Ch. 13



"Aunt Diane, it's precisely because you are sensitive to Elizabeth Massie, her passions and perhaps her privacy that you are the perfect person to do this." Harry hesitated a moment, "I'm sorry Maria, I shouldn't forget that you are the owner of the letters; in the end it's up to you to decide."

Maria waved a hand dismissively, "No Harry, what you said was absolutely right, your Aunt is the right person, I hope I can persuade you Diane, don't make your mind up straight away but what I will ask you to do at least, is to catalogue and create a chronology for all the documents we have found. After all you know more of Elizabeth and Charles than anyone." 

"Well yes I can at least do that, and then we can determine what to do next."

'While you 're thinking about it" suggested Maria "Take some of the diaries to read and see if that helps you make up your mind."

The following morning Harry got up to find his aunt already eating breakfast, she was reading.

"I see you are already reading those diaries."

His aunt looked up and smiled, "Harry I was up half the night reading them, they are fascinating, absolute dynamite."

"In what way?"

"Elizabeth Massie was a highly intelligent young woman, a passionate and almost brutally honest one, and she writes really well... but."

"But what?"

"I'm concerned that if I just write a short monograph, and if that with the letters are published, someone will come along and just exploit them by concentrating on Elizabeth's accounts of her lovemaking, and it will just make something tawdry of what is an incredible love story. I would hate to see that happen."

"Mmm yes, I see what you mean," Harry was silent for a minute or so... then he spoke up, "But Aunt Diane, supposing you did that yourself, wrote her full story, it would pre-empt that happening at all."

"What exactly do you mean?"

Harry explained, "You have the basic facts of Elizabeth's and Charles life, it shouldn't be too difficult to research that of her parents and family. Then you have the diaries and the letters. It should be possible to relate their story using and quoting the actual material but weaving it together with your account of their lives. That would forestall anyone who tried to sensationalise Elizabeth's diaries and letters because your story would be published and accepted first."

Aunt Diane stirred her tea thoughtfully, "Your idea isn't completely silly," she conceded, "I will think about it."

"Of course," concluded Harry with a grin, "That's if you feel you can manage it."

"I have no doubt about that," responded his aunt rising from the table, she rested her hand for a moment on his shoulder, "No doubt at all," she smiled, and gave his ear a sharp tweak before she left the room.

"I think she'll do it," said Harry to himself, "Good."

On Saturday evening Harry arrived a few minutes early and heard Maria call out to ask him in, "I'll just be a few minutes, have a seat in the lounge."

Harry did so and as Maria promised, she barely kept him waiting "Hi, you are looking smart." 

Harry rose and turned to greet her, "Maria, wow...you are stunning, absolutely stunning," she was wearing a deep red dress supported by a single broad strap over her right shoulder. It was not revealing in any way but the perfect cut and fit to her spectacular figure somehow suggested far more than obvious exposure.

"You like it" smiled Maria, delighted with his response, she twirled around and removed from her shoulders the matching shawl, stole, wrap (Harry wasn't sure what to call it) and Harry's mouth fell open again, "Maria what have you done, that looks fantastic,"

"Kirituhi," she replied, "In the style of traditional Maori Ta Moko tribal tattoos, I'm entitled to wear those of my mother's tribal group, but this is not proper Ta Moko which has sacred meaning to Maoris. I wouldn't like permanent tattoos, so I got them done in henna by an Indian woman after I had my hair done. I showed her the designs and she executed it but in a slightly more delicate style which comes from her tradition." 

"Where does it begin and end," asked Harry.

Maria raised her hair and showed him that the intricate swirling designs started high on her neck, then curved down toward her left breast before disappearing beneath her dress, only to reappear on her back.

"It's mainly geometric designs, but the way it curves around you gives an almost snake like impression." 

"Oh good, I'm so pleased that comes across, I asked that the motifs be included within that overall idea, sort of a tribute to how we first got together."

"Well I think you look fantastic, you should have some photographs taken before they wear off."

"Perhaps I should," agreed Maria smiling enigmatically, "But now" she added, "we had better be off."

Harry had borrowed his aunts Kingswood for the evening. "A V8 Kingswood Harry, this must be every young Australian guy's idea of the perfect passion wagon."

"Yeah, bench seats and enough space in the back to hold a mattress if you wanted."

"Well don't let it give you any ideas.'

"Oh, I don't need a car to give me ideas."

The easy banter continued as they made the short journey into town. Their destination was known to everyone in Hawksworth as "The Club." "The Club" was a venerable institution of the very earlier settlers who founded it to promote "goodwill amongst all the inhabitants of the district," That provision ensured no political or religious affiliation and another that no "member or committeeman should seek either reward or honour for their work," enshrined a community ethic which survived to the present. Utterly undemocratic, a committee of eight ran it as they pleased. Membership was by invitation though almost no one was excluded, but to be invited onto the committee was a high local honour. Many of the towns clubs, societies and interest groups operated under its aegis a fact which baffled outsiders, and irritated a few town councillors who knew it was more important than they were. But to locals it was the natural order of things, the Council ran the Town and the Club ran the Council."

Harry and Maria entered the foyer, "I'll just pop into the cloak room for a minute or so, wait for me in the members bar rather than out here." Harry did so and pushed through the big double doors into the light art deco interior which was in sharp contrast with the austere exterior of the nineteenth century building.

"Hello Harry m'boy, haven't seen you for ages, what have you been up to?"

It was Colonel Menzies, a great friend of Harry's aunt; the colonel was a former British army officer who although he had lived in Australia for thirty years still spoke and acted as though he had arrived the day before. In fact the colonel, an electrical engineer who had been seconded to the Indian Army for ten years in the seventies had taken on the persona of the bumbling colonial army man, effectively disguising a sharply organised brain, as many had discovered over the years, sometimes to their cost.

"Hi Colonel, I've been working, doing odd jobs around town during the vacation, but tonight one of my clients has brought me here for the evening, but," said Harry changing the subject, I don't know your friend here, though it seems," he added, addressing the man standing next to the colonel, " It seems that I almost know you

"Ah yes sorry," responded the colonel. "Most remiss of me, Harry this is Matt Bruton, Matt, Harry Salt."

They shook hands "You probably remember my brother Cory rather than me, he runs the farm machinery business we bought from your aunt a few years back, I run our farming properties more than half of which these days are up north in Queensland." The three men chattered for a few minutes. "So one of your old ladies is taking you out on the town Harry," teased the colonel."

"Well, I wouldn't have put it quite like that," grinned Harry "She might not like it and she really is an exceptional client." 

At that moment Matt Bruton stood up quite abruptly.

The colonel turned towards the door, "Upon my soul," he exclaimed... "Magnificent"

Maria stood still for a moment in the doorway gazing over the heads of the twenty or so people in the room, perfectly well aware she was the focus of their attention, then spotting Harry, smiled and came towards them.

"Mrs Bunce," claimed the colonel stoutly, "I was just telling Harry that he was out with the most beautiful woman in Hawksworth."

"Colonel" she responded laughing, "You are my favourite gentleman...you lie so well" she added patting his hand, "And you I believe must be Matt Bruton, I was talking to your brother a few days ago and he said you were expected." Matt confirmed her assumption and Harry completed the formal introductions.

"Cory has told me about you as well," he responded, "And he also told me about the old Chamberlain you have agreed to loan us."

They chatted for a few minutes more before Maria reminded Harry, "We had better be taking our seats in the dining room."

After Maria and Harry had entered the dining room The Colonel and Matt were silent for a few moments. The colonel broke the silence "A tigress, that's Maria...was on a tiger hunt once years ago doncha know, tiger came straight towards me stalking silently, eyes steady never wavered, then she saw me, easy shot, but y'know, just couldn't do it, she stared at me, I lowered the gun. She stared a little longer then turned and walked away... and you know what Matt, that tigress walked with insolence. That's Maria Bunce, a tigress who looks you in the eye, then says damn you with her backside as she walks away."

"Colonel, I prefer your earlier comment."

"Eh, what?"

"Magnificent." 

Maria and Harry enjoyed a leisurely meal, the food was good but it was the quiet atmosphere and their pleasure in each others company which made the evening. "This place for me, it is a sort of distilled Hawksworth," said Harry, It's a bit of an anachronism in many ways but it is familiar and I have known it for most of my life."

"It's quite different to me," replied Maria, "When I first moved here to live it seemed terribly old fashioned, but it has preserved and kept alive a sense of community. Which is something I value more the longer I live here."

"Yeah," agreed Harry, "I'll be leaving that in a little more than a couple of months, and cannot see when, or if I might return."

"D'you think you will remain in the USA then?"

"I don't know for certain, I'll definitely be there for the next four years or so... after that who knows."

"But you'll be back to see your aunt from time to time."

"Probably not, Aunt Diane visits her sister Sarah in the US almost every year; she calls it going home, though she hasn't lived there for seventy years."

"Going home? Are you saying that your aunt was born in the USA?"

"Oh yes, not many people locally realise that Aunt Diane is still a US citizen, but she was born in Boston and brought out to Australia when she was only three years old."

"Well that is interesting, it means that she and I have something in common, I was born in northern California though my mother was a Maori... hey maybe that is why your aunt has such an interest in the story of the Massies, it's a similar sort of connection." 

"Could be, I don't know."

They chatted on and eventually it was Maria who noticed that it was getting late, "Come on, time to get back to my place."

"I'll make coffee," suggested Maria as they let themselves in "Then we'll stretch out in the lounge for half an hour, before..." her unfinished sentence went unanswered save for a smile from Harry. He took off his jacket and tie kicked his shoes off and stretched out. Harry felt good, his mind went back to their earlier conversation, and he knew this couldn't last, Maria and he would, sooner rather than later go their separate ways but he still found it hard to believe how well it had worked out with Maria.

"Here we are," Maria set the coffees down on a small table, "I see you have made yourself comfortable, you can help me as well." Harry unhooked her and pulled the zip down on her dress, she stepped out of it and hung it over the back of a chair; she then stretched herself out with her head in Harry's lap. She smiled up at him, "Did you enjoy tonight?"

"Best ever," confirmed Harry "Good meal with a stunning woman who made every other man ... and woman in the place feel jealous."

"Good answer Harry," then Maria hesitated a moment," Harry you do understand don't you that you, we that is... we can't carry on indefinitely with this."

Harry was taken aback a little, but mainly because it seemed she had been reading his own thoughts of a few minutes earlier, he didn't know quite what to say but nodded and almost whispered with a nervous smile "I know." 

Maria said nothing at first but then smiled and with one hand reached up and ran her fingers very gently down his cheek, she closed her eyes for a second and murmured, "Harry Salt you are a good man, a really good man."

Harry was caught completely by surprise at the emotional impact her words had on him, his throat constricted, words failed him for the moment but once again Maria spoke up, "and Harry, in a little while when we go to bed I want, "She spoke almost shyly, "not just to have sex, not just to fuck, I want you to make love to me, to be my lover...even," she added hesitantly, "Even if you have to pretend a little."

"There will be no pretending, none at all."

Later in bed Harry and Maria kissed, a long slow clinging kiss with lips seemingly reluctant to part, they caressed, they cuddled, occasionally mumbling an incoherent appreciation. Harry kissed his way from the top of her tattoo behind her ear slowly down her neck and above her left breast until the serpent disappeared curling under her upper arm. "That tickles" protested Maria turning away from him, "but it kinda turns me on."

"I'm going to follow your serpent, I reckon it's your love totem, curling around you embracing the woman within," grinned Harry.

"Stop talking and see where she leads you." Harry did so. He kissed her, first where the design swept up and across to her shoulder then he followed it as it turned across to her side before twisting and writhing its way down and over the whole of her back. Harry had not seen this before. "It's alive, almost as though it's part of you," exclaimed Harry, "Where does it end."

Maria smiled, she knew.

Eventually the serpent disappeared; surreptitiously it curved away from Maria's back over her right hip and was gone. Thwarted for a moment, Harry tugged gently at Maria's shoulder and she rolled onto her back. Harry smiled, the serpent snaked from her hip, it curved up slightly over the swell of her belly then headed south disappearing into the dark undergrowth below

Harry kissed her again, Maria's legs parted, inviting, his tongue probed carefully forwards, she raised her hips her hands resting lightly on his head. "Kiss me Harry" she whispered hoarsely, "Kiss me... oh yes, yes, like that." Harry's tongue moved upwards brushing for nothing more than an instant against her swollen clitoris, "Oh Harry," Maria mumbled, she pulled his mouth hard against her. Harry backed away a little, licking long slow strokes up her labia, first one then the other, and then he returned to the slow deliberate work of tongue and lips on her clit. Back and forth he went each time raising Maria to a new pitch, her juices flowed almost uncontrollably, but each time Harry backed away delaying her climax before returning to suck and suckle her.

"Harry, Harry," Maria pleaded for release and eventually Harry took pity on her, he sucked her engorged clitoris deep into his mouth massaging her simultaneously with his tireless tongue. Maria's climax rose within her, it seemed to possess and constrict her like the serpent coiled around her body, her thighs gripped him vice like and her convulsions almost threw Harry from the bed "Ohh ugghh," she wailed, but Harry never let up, his tongue and mouth draining the very last of her orgasm. Then suddenly Maria collapsed back onto the bed and after a second equally suddenly she sat up, grabbed Harry under both arms and pulled him up to lie full length on her.

And then unaccountably Maria burst into tears, "Oh Harry I never wanted you to stop, that was wonderful, I do so love you." Harry said little but responded in kind, he kissed her lips sharing her taste, gently, calmly, lovingly. Maria settled a little, then after a few minutes she whispered, "Harry, now, take me," she took his cock in hand and pressed him down a little. 

Harry needed no second bidding, he pushed into her with one sure movement, he had the usual sensation that he was burying, almost drowning himself within Maria. She did not grip him tight straight away as she usually did, instead he had the sensation of plunging in and out a huge, hot, steaming, muscular pool of flesh but gradually she began to respond to his thrusts. Harry tried to last longer to please Maria but was only partially successful. He was too excited by the long wait it was soon obvious that Maria's second orgasm was close. To both of them it seemed as though they moved in unison, and though neither knew the others thoughts, they as one felt aware that the serpent of desire had engulfed them, they had become one in squeezing every last vestige of pleasure. Their climax was one, his semen pouring into her long and hard, she entwined around him giving and receiving herself without reserve.

When they came down they held each other in silence for a long time, words were unnecessary, superfluous, Maria rolled Harry onto his back and laid across him her hair brushing over his face. He kissed the top of her head "Thank you" he said.

Maria lifted her head for a moment "Sleep now my love... but dream a little of me."

And Harry slept.

Maria woke early the next morning, the sun was just up and she felt a little queasy. She left Harry still deep asleep pulled on some old shorts and a tee shirt and went downstairs. A slice of toast settled her stomach so she decided to take a walk.

Maria was puzzled at first at the lack of people up and about until she recollected that it was Sunday and not even seven o'clock. She strode on, and when Maria strode her long legs covered the ground quickly; in no time at all she was at the far end of the golf course which she knew was two kilometres from home. "Suppose I ought to be getting back," she said to herself and turned to come back by a slightly more direct route. When only a kilometre from home she stopped and sat on a park bench for a while, alone with her thoughts. "What should I do?" she asked herself, "Being with Harry is beyond anything I imagined and I certainly didn't plan it." Maria did not answer her question, she didn't need to, she just knew. She sighed for a moment and had anyone been there to witness it they might have noticed how sombre and how at that moment how alone she was.

But then Maria was distracted for a moment, she watched a pair of turquoise parrots feeding on the ground just off the fairway. The pair chattered quietly as they searched around in the grass, the male a little self important with his red wing patches, though his duller partner didn't seem particularly impressed. 

Maria then noticed a dark shape in the grevillia bushes, a cat, carefully stalking the small birds, she stood up quickly, clapped her hands and the parrots made their escape instantly. The cat turned aggrieved to lose its prey before slinking away again. Maria resumed her walk, almost unreasonably pleased with the freedom she had given the birds.

She arrived home to find that Harry was already in the shower, so used the other one, despite his start Maria emerged first and dressed in a casual top and shorts.

"Hi" he greeted her "Where have you been?"




Educating Harry Ch. 13



"Out for a walk over the golf course, it's nice, there's no one else about at all. Now there is just one thing, come and sit here," she patted the bed beside her and then knelt on the floor in front of him. "Let's get that towel off, that's better" she said pushing him to lie down; "I'm going to suck you off," she grinned.

"Oh," responded Harry rather vacantly, "Oh," but there was no doubting Maria's intention as she popped his limp cock between her lips. Maria's approach was purposeful rather than subtle, she had established her intention and set about achieving the result as directly as possible, she sucked and licked, firmly and long, while her left hand was employed stroking and scratching his balls. The result was never in doubt Harry was rock hard in no time, and within a matter of minutes he warned her, "Maria I'm going to come."

She did not hesitate for a moment and seconds later Harry exploded into her mouth, she held him steadily as he thrust upwards and the semen gushed, stream after stream. And then he was still. Maria very carefully slid her lips back from his cock taking great care not to waste a drop; she released him and looked down at him with just the faintest hint of a smile on her face. She put her head back slightly and swallowed, her eyes shutting for a second, then running her tongue round her teeth and behind her lips, she swallowed again.

"Maria, I," began Harry 

"No Harry, don't say a word, she place a long finger over his lips, "Not a word, just remember this... remember the first time I did this, it was unintended, but this time was because I wanted to," she grinned hugely, "I really wanted to... and I've never wanted to for any other man."

"Now," Maria added briskly, instantly businesslike, "I am going to sort out some breakfast, in say five minutes," Harry lay back stunned and lost for words.

They ate breakfast largely in silence until Harry broke in "Maria, what's bothering you? that's your third coffee in less than ten minutes."

Maria walked over and sat on the stool opposite him "It's us...we need to talk, do you remember last night" she continued hesitantly "I said to you... we can't carry on like this, well I have been thinking this morning and when I was out walking, that last night was wonderful and so maybe, maybe..."

"Are you trying to tell me you want us to end it?" 

"I just never thought it would be this hard Harry, but yes," she smiled gravely; I've grown far too fond of you Harry and it's better, better I think to end it now, when everything is so perfect. I don't want to cling on and make an idiot of myself."

"You mean, you reckon it's better to quit while we are ahead."

Maria breathed deeply and hesitated for a moment "Yes," she continued shakily, "When we started it was just good fun and great sex, but now, now it's become something different... we've become great friends and I want us always to be so, but emotionally, I just never ever anticipated the impact. You have a different life to lead Harry, it's already mapped out, and I'm thirty two, I'm twelve years older than you," She grabbed his hand urgently, "You do understand don't you."

"I sort of understand," replied Harry slowly with a wry smile, "In fact I knew it would happen, but I guess that whenever I thought about, it something in the back of my head said 'Yes I know, but not yet,' I'm not going to apologise for becoming a bit addicted to you."

"You're too good," said Maria a sense of relief beginning to flood through her.

"No I'm not, I'm basically selfish, when we first made love I could barely believe my luck, and then things just got better and better: I can't say what you mean to me because I don't really know. Maybe I'll sort it out in time but you have been fantastic for me in ways that are beyond words..."

Maria burst out, "Oh Harry" and began to sob uncontrollably. Harry was on his feet in an instant, He held her firmly in his arms, how long for, he later could not recall, but eventually Maria sniffed loudly and indelicately and seemed to recover herself. She pushed him away slightly, "Sorry I got upset," she brushed her hair back from reddened eyes, "I must look a sight...now Harry you had better go," she laughed uncertainly, "Or I might change my mind."

Harry held her for just a moment longer then picked up his bag and headed for the door.

"And remember Harry, in a week or two come and see me I don't want to lose touch altogether."

He turned for a moment "I will," then shut the door.

The engine of Harry's ute roared into life: Maria rose unsteadily from her stool went up to her bedroom and curled up on her bed.

And wept. 

To be continued...



Educating Harry Ch. 14



Chapter 14 is quite different to any other in this series, and whilst best read after the earlier chapters, can also be read as a stand alone story. Harry has learned a lot and thinks he has gained a lot of knowledge about, and from the women in his life. He thinks he is in command of the situation, but perhaps readers will conclude he has more to learn than he realizes.

Australianisms:

RSL = Returned Servicemans League. RSL clubs, Bowling (not tenpin!) clubs and Sports clubs can be found in every Australian town and suburb. Funded by gambling they are a major focus of community and charity efforts and offer social l services of all sorts particularly to veterans and the elderly. Some in Sydney are enormous with revenue in hundreds of millions, most are more modest but they are tremendously influential and are largely unknown to overseas visitors to our country.

Take away = Take out, even when delivered and not 'taken out.' 

Armidale is a small town of some 30,000 people in northern New South Wales. It is an important centre of the (Australian) New England region, and the home of perhaps the States most important University to be located outside of Sydney and the major metropolitan areas on the coast.  

*

Aunt Diane pressed the message replay button on the telephone in her hallway, as Harry struggled through the door with her shopping.

"Hi Harry, this is Bella Mason, I have made a booking at The Chestnut's in Armidale, and will pick you up at one thirty pm on Friday from your home. Please send me a copy of your presentation, as I would like to review it beforehand. I will Email further details. Bye for now."

Harry put all the shopping down on the kitchen table, "Perhaps," his aunt suggested with silky sweetness, "You ought to ask Mrs Mason if there are any other little tasks she has for you."

"Well I could," acknowledged Harry amiably, "But I'm not going to tell you one way or the other, because you'll tease whatever I do."

His aunt nodded in agreement, "I most certainly would," she smiled.

Harry had organised a free day for himself so that he could catch up with a few things, he had emailed the two universities where he thought he might study for a doctorate, asking if he could visit them in mid February, and was pleased that both had replied, and both had agreed. Apart from that, there were just a few personal emails to catch up with, and that done, he found himself thinking about Bella Mason's message. First he sent her a brief message, "I would prefer to meet you at the school on Friday, and I haven't included a copy of my presentation because Professor Neumann has it, and may want to suggest alterations, he will include a final copy with the conference papers."

Absent-mindedly, Harry then googled motels and hotels in Armidale, but he couldn't find "The Chestnut's." Harry knew from past visits that most of the accommodation in Armidale was located in a small area of the centre around Dumaresque and Barney Streets and it wasn't there. He switched his search to "The Chestnuts," and it came up straight away.

"That's odd," murmured Harry to himself "It's six kilometres out of the centre... why choose a place so far from the venue in a small town?" Then Harry looked more closely at the description, "Four small luxury cottages available, each in a secluded private situation on the main property well back from the highway."

Harry never asked himself why he took the next step, he just did it, he rang the number of "The Chestnuts."

"Good morning, Chestnuts here"

"Ah good morning," replied Harry, "I wonder if I might ask about Mrs Mason's booking for the weekend."

"Oh didn't you get our email, we were asked to confirm a couple of particular points?" responded the receptionist, "Shall I send a copy."

"I haven't seen it," replied Harry, truthfully, but economically.

"I could send it again if you like," offered the helpful receptionist.

"That would be useful," agreed Harry, "But perhaps it might be better if you faxed a copy... the number is," and Harry gave his aunts fax number.

"Right, I'll get onto that straight away, bye for now"

Harry strolled downstairs, just in time to hear the fax printing out; he picked it up, and read it through carefully, twice. Harry smiled, at first uncertainly, and then as he understood, he grinned hugely. "Bella Mason," he said to himself, "Oh what a tangled web we weave."

"When first we practice to deceive," his aunt completed the doggerel, as she walked in from the lounge room, "And who is deceiving whom."

"Nobody is deceiving anyone any more," laughed Harry unhelpfully, "I just got a fax about the arrangements for the weekend, which are a little different to what I thought."

His aunt decided not to observe that if they were so little different, why was he so delighted? she merely asked, "Would you like coffee or tea perhaps?"

And not too far away, coffee was also on the mind of Susan Tremaine, she offered a cup to Maria as they both stretched out on her terrace. "Mmmm just what I needed" said Maria.

"You seem a lot more relaxed today" observed Susan, "Last week you were pretty frazzled."

"I was" admitted Maria, "But that was the day that Harry and I broke it off."

"But now, do you feel you did the right thing?"

"Oh I always knew I was doing the right thing, but at the time it didn't feel the right thing if you see what I mean...I had to do it but I didn't really want to, but I'm getting over it... I might in fact be seeing him tomorrow."

"Is that a good idea?"

"Yes I think so, I still want us to be friends; in any case he will be coming over with Diane so I won't be jumping all over him."

"Do you think Diane ever worked it out that you and Harry were lovers?" 

"I don't know, if it was anybody else I would say no, but Diane never seems to miss anything, but on the other hand she is never likely to say anything either."

"That's true, and I have known Diane much longer than you, if she decided that Harry would be ok, she would simply be the soul of discretion."

"You have a high opinion of her?"

"Yes, very high, Diane was an independent Director of both my Dad's and my late husband's companies, she is still a trustee of the pension fund with me. She is not just very smart, she has excellent judgement as well; the two don't always go together. Why do you ask?"

"Because I expect to be seeing quite a bit of her over the next month or two... in connection with this research she is doing."

Susan changed tack: "You won't be the only one with a visitor in the next day or two; I had a call from Joe yesterday evening."

"But I thought that he was in the USA."

"He was, but then he went on to London and now he has been called back to Sydney for something or other. He is going to fly with JAL via Tokyo; he can then get off in Brisbane and take a flight to Hawksworth before going on to Sydney. Imagine that, the silly man, he's going to all that trouble and he will only be in Hawksworth for about four hours."

"I don't know about silly, I'll bet he's up to something, I wonder what it is," pondered Maria.

"I don't suppose he's up to anything, anyway he will only be here for a short while; I have asked him to lunch... perhaps you would like to come too."

"Me, no way, I have already played gooseberry between you two once before... but I shall be straight round to see you on Monday morning for a full report."

"Just don't raise your expectations too much, you might be disappointed."

The following morning, Aunt Diane's Holden lurched into Maria's driveway just after ten o'clock. "Hi Diane, Harry" she said, pleased that she felt quite relaxed about having Harry in her home again. Harry too, she noted, didn't seem particularly tense or uptight. "Tea or coffee," she suggested, and when that was organised she added, "Bring them into the study I have something rather exciting to show you."

"Now look at these;" on a table Maria had laid out perhaps twenty five or thirty photographs.

"Who are they?' asked Harry.

"Most of them are of the Graham family I think," suggested his aunt looking to Maria for confirmation.

"Yes you are right, and if you look at the back of them someone has written who they are and their date. There are pictures here of Elizabeth Massie(nee Graham) her parents and even her grandfather."

"Elizabeth? But I only saw a picture of her father" queried Aunt Diane, "I recognised it from one I was shown in Sydney."

"I was saving it for last" replied Maria picking up a large envelope from her desk. From it she extracted four large photographs. Two depicted Charles and Elizabeth Massie individually, both full faced and rather formally posed. The third was similar and included both of them, but it was the fourth which caught their attention, it was a shot of Elizabeth in profile looking back over her shoulder slightly smiling, directly at the camera.

"That is superb," said Aunt Diane.

"She's beautiful," added a surprised Harry.

"Yes" agreed Diane, "At the time it was taken it was obviously posed, but somehow it has caught her sheer vitality, but," added Aunt Diane "Where did they come from?"

"They were packed very carefully between some linen sheets in one of the trunks; we overlooked them when we first opened it."

"They need to be scanned into a computer," suggested Harry, "Before there is any chance of the originals deteriorating."

"I'll do that, I ought to be doing something, perhaps Diane you could organise for the letters and diaries to be copied, then we could get the originals put away somewhere secure... Now who on earth is that?" exclaimed Maria. They had heard the sound of a large truck coming into the drive.

"That will be George and Pete," explained Harry, and he stood up, "Pete told me that they were going to start the old tractor this morning so if you don't mind I'll go down to see how they get on... you can come too if you like."

Maria grimaced, "I don't think we want to stop you boys playing with your new toy."

"Hope you don't mind me leaving this for you to sort out," and without waiting for an answer Harry was gone

Maria's smiling gaze followed him for a second or two and when she turned back to Diane she noticed straight away the older woman's appraising glance. Taking a sudden decision Maria asked, "You knew didn't you... about me and Harry?"

Aunt Diane thought for a moment then nodded, "Yes I knew."

"You're very perceptive."

"Mmm, not particularly, at least not on this occasion, moderately observant perhaps"

Maria frowned questioningly.

"Observant enough to recognise, that the panties left behind in the old house were quite new, and could only have fitted you my dear."

Maria looked up at Diane again and Aunt Diane returned her gaze. If Harry could have witnessed the next few minutes he would have been astonished as his former lover and elderly aunt dissolved in laughter. "I can't believe it," exclaimed Maria "So you knew all along...but you said nothing"

"Why should I," responded Diane "You have been nothing but good for Harry, and now it appears, you have finished it without too much angst."

"Nothing but good, I would hardly say that, in fact my initial motives were pretty selfish."

"Perhaps, but it turned out well and that is the important point. You know Maria, when Harry went away to University he was not even sixteen, some of his family, myself included were so taken with his ability that we forgot that University might not be much fun for a boy of that age. All of his contemporaries were at least three to five years older, at that age a big gap."

"But he came through alright." 

"Oh yes, but I suspect it was not easy, particularly at first, and especially personally and socially."

After half an hour Maria helped Diane to load her car with the diaries and letters to be copied. Suddenly there was a loud roar and a plume of black smoke from the direction of the old house. Maria was startled "What on earth is that?"

"That," confirmed Diane confidently, "Is the sound a 3 cylinder "Detroit" diesel engine makes, when it's started for the first time in more than fifty years."

"Oh, of course, In that case I'll make myself scarce, I am not sure I want to hear all the fascinating technical details of how it was done."

"There's no hurry my dear," advised Diane, "As you said, George, Pete and Harry, they're all boys at heart, they'll be playing with their new toy for at least an hour before they think of telling you."

Diane, as usual was right, an hour later the 'boys' stopped by as they were leaving, "Never mind George," suggested Harry mischievously when Maria could not be found, "Mrs Bunce was asking me all sorts of questions I couldn't answer, so I reckon she would appreciate you ringing her and giving her all the details."

"Ya reckon," said George, rather pleased, "Then I'll phone her this evenin' and tell her everything we've done."

Pete grinned, "What's she done, poor woman, to deserve an ear bashing from this cranky old sod?"

George and Pete fell happily into their usual mode of good humoured abuse and recrimination, and Harry barely had time to ask Pete, "Just drop me off in town; I'll walk home from there."

Promptly at one thirty the following Friday, Harry parked his ute in the High School grounds opposite Bella Mason's office.

"G'day Miss Garrett" he greeted the elderly school secretary, "Is Mrs Mason in? She's expecting me." There was no time for an answer as Bella Mason walked in at that very moment. "Hello Harry I just need to pop into my office for a moment and then I will be with you."

Bella kept her word and returned in little more than two minutes having changed into more casual clothes for the journey.

"What shall I tell anyone who wishes to contact you?" asked Miss Garrett. 

"To email, or if they are important you can give them my phone number."

"Nah," interrupted Harry, "Just tell them that Bella's gone off for the weekend with a disreputable young man."

"Oh Harry Salt," tittered Miss Garrett, "I couldn't possibly do that, whatever would your auntie say."

Harry picked up Bella's overnight bag and his own, "We had better be going."

In little more than ten minutes they were clear of the town and had settled down for the long haul to Armidale. "You know Harry" said Bella, who had been largely silent to that point, "Your Aunt has an amazing amount of influence in Hawksworth."

"She does," confirmed Harry, offering nothing further.

"And yet," continued Bella, "I have noticed that in the last eight or nine months that she has stood down from various committees and suchlike. Why do you think she is doing that?"

"I don't know," replied Harry, "The best way to find out would be to ask her yourself, ask her directly: if she wants to tell you she will, but if she does not, no amount of persuasion will work. She is a genius at saying what she wants, but only when she wants, and numerous people who try to convince her otherwise, find that they end up committed to do something for her, often when they had no intention of doing so."

"Well I must confess" laughed Bella, "I asked her only a few weeks ago why she had given up overseeing the church finances and the eventual result was that I ended up agreeing to be co-opted onto a committee to develop a new pre and play school."

"Yep, that's pretty much the way she operates. She knows her objective and goes for it, I try to do the same myself," added Harry blandly as he closely watched Bella's reaction. "I much prefer the direct approach, I don't like being manipulated."

Bella was silent for a moment and Harry reflected to himself, "That will give her something to think about."

Their conversation continued fitfully for the next few kilometres then Harry said "Wake me up when you have driven two hours and I'll do the next stage, I'm going to have a nap."

Bella did have a lot to think about, she was more unsettled than she cared to admit. "He has always been so easy going before, but then he was rather assertive in my office, he made that silly remark to Miss Garrett and now he is telling me when he will drive my car...and I feel he's almost laughing at me. God I hope I haven't made a mess of this... he can't possibly know, can he...?" 

Bella glanced across at Harry for a moment, "Don't be so stupid Bella," she assured herself, "Everything is organised exactly as planned... don't be so jumpy, you're looking for problems that aren't there."

With Harry apparently snoozing, Bella was left to stew, arguing with herself as to whether or not she was still in control. She did not like it, she had expected Harry to just go along with what she wanted, but suddenly he wasn't being quite the person she had anticipated.

Some time later Harry woke up, "You look pretty in profile," he commented affably. Bella was pleased with the unexpected compliment, but only for a moment, "But," continued Harry, "You seem a bit anxious, is anything bothering you?"

"No of course not, whatever made you think that?" Bella replied, but bit her lip, almost in confirmation of his comment.

"Oh I dunno, you just didn't seem your usual self... usually you just seem so polished and self assured."

"Oh my God," thought Bella panicking slightly, "Surely I'm not giving myself away," but her only reply was a lame, "You must be imagining it."

"You're probably right," concluded Harry, then changing tack he said, "There's a parking bay about three hundred metres ahead at the end of this curve, just stop there and I'll take over the driving."

Bella had slowed down to a stop before she realised that once again, she was following his lead rather than the opposite. She knew it was of no consequence, but it irritated her, she liked to be in control, even of the small things.

Once Harry was in the driving seat the mood changed again, "Did you have any lunch before we left?" asked Harry.

"No I was rather pressed for time and didn't get round to it."

"I guessed you might not, so I made some sandwiches, just lean over and you'll find them in the top of my bag on the back seat."

Bella soon found them, "What are they?"

"Either chicken and mayo, or cheese and Branston's pickle, with a bit of salad thrown in to salve your conscience."

"Well I am a bit hungry, do you mind?"

"No go ahead, that's what they are there for, there is a buffet style meal scheduled, but not until seven thirty this evening, you would be starving by then."

Bella did feel better for something to eat and relaxed even more as Harry seemed to leave off the challenging, teasing attitude he had taken earlier. He started to ask her about herself and how things were going generally. She was happy to talk, even though she was smart enough to realise that Harry was now making a conscious effort to charm her a little. But by the time they approached the outskirts of Armidale her previous doubts and worries had almost evaporated. It only took a further ten minutes to locate "The Chestnuts," it was a few kilometres out of town on the road to Wollomombi, and had formerly been a big old country house. The current owners had built some small chalets in the grounds to accommodate paying guests.

"I'll book us in," volunteered Harry

"No no, I'll do it," cried Bella and almost leapt from the car in her haste.

She returned quite quickly. "Everything ok?" enquired Harry innocently.

"Um' oh, it's about two hundred metres up this track along the side of the big house" replied Bella avoiding his question for the moment. They proceeded slowly, eventually finding a timber cottage set amongst trees on three sides.

"There is a bit of a problem," said Bella carefully as they drew to a halt, her voice slightly tense, "The accommodation is not quite what I expected, I have asked the owners whether they can do anything about it, but that seems unlikely."




Educating Harry Ch. 14



"And what is the problem?"

"Well," said Bella opening the door, "The problem is... um, there is only one bed."

Harry took it in at a glance, the chalet consisted of a kitchen sitting room plus a bathroom and a bedroom with just one king sized bed. "That's no problem, no problem at all" Harry assured Bella, "It's a huge bed, plenty of room for two." 

Bella turned to him both surprised and relieved "But I..."

Harry grinned, "Just joking, you can have the bed; I'll sleep on the sofa

Harry went back to the car to fetch their bags. Bella stood transfixed for a few seconds, furious with herself for not seizing the opportunity he had presented her with, and frustrated that her carefully planned seduction of Harry was proving so awkward.

"Now," Harry told her as he returned, "It's almost six o'clock, if we have a shower and a coffee it will almost be time to leave if we allow fifteen minutes to get to the venue by seven, you jump in the shower first." Once again Bella found herself doing as she was told.

They were both ready with a few minutes to spare. Harry was dressed casually but as Bella emerged from the bathroom he looked at her appreciatively, "Wow, you look really hot, in a sort of professional lady sort of way," Bella had dressed in a fitted light grey suit with a dark red blouse and shiny black medium heels, her hair was drawn back into a tight bun, the severe effect only relieved by a silver celtic style brooch, matching ear rings and her bright red lipstick. 

"You look a bit like that actress who used to be on "Cheers" and "Frazier," what was her name ...Bebe Neuwirth that was it, she was Lillith, I always thought she was really hot."

Bella was so pleased with Harry's enthusiastic compliment that they had driven half way to their destination before she recollected that Lillith the character was a total bitch and traditionally Lilith was also the name of the night demon, and in some mythologies even a sacred prostitute. 

The reception was pretty much like any other, lots of people milling around introducing and being introduced to each other, Harry and Bella met and mixed with others, together at first but inevitably were diverted into their separate ways fairly quickly. After half an hour or so Harry felt a tap on his shoulder and turned to see that it was his old mentor Professor Neumann, "Hello Fred, how are you enjoying yourself, now you have moved to the coast."

"Not bad, not bad, he was assured, "And what are you doing, have you fixed up where you are going to do your post graduate work?" Harry brought him up to date, but then suggested, "I'll catch up with you again later Fred, I think I ought to talk to a few more of the kids who are here." 

"Yes, yes of course," Fred replied, "But you know I'm surprised you have time for anyone, I expected Bella Mason to be riding shotgun on you."

"Did you now," Harry grinned, "Well it's just possible I suppose that Bella has had enough of me for today." They parted and Harry spotted two very young looking girls, obviously twins sitting alone. "Hello I'm Harry Salt," he greeted them "And who are you?"

"I'm Jana and this is my sister Danuta, they are Polish names, our mum's Polish." 

"And what do you hope to find out this weekend?"

"Oh," replied Danuta, We are both doing our year twelve Higher School Certificate next year, we are at school here in Armidale and after that will be going to Uni in Sydney."

"To study science," added Jana, "Mum and Dad are both lecturers at the University here and they thought coming to this might be useful."

"I hope you don't mind me saying so," observed Harry, but you seem very young to be going to Uni."

"We are a bit... to be honest a lot," admitted Danuta; we won't even be sixteen until next May, so we are about two years ahead of our age group. 

"Well that does have its own problems I suppose, "but at least when you go to Uni you will be attending together, so that will help a lot."

"Which school are you at," asked Jana, thinking they ought to reciprocate his interest.

Harry grinned, "I'm not, and I've finished my degree at Sydney as well."

"Oh," cried Jana turning bright red, "I'm so embarrassed, I thought..."

"Don't worry about it," Harry laughed, "Other people have made the same mistake, after all I was even younger when I started, than you will be when you go to Uni

On the other side of the room Fred Neumann was talking to Bella, "Isn't it good Bella to see our protégé getting on so well with the other youngsters, Harry's such a fine. straightforward young man."

Bella looked up sharply, "Professor Neumann," she exclaimed with asperity, "I cannot believe you can be that naïve, Harry Salt may be very talented, but fine, straightforward, I beg to differ. He is one of the most convoluted, crafty young men I have ever met." And with that Bella put down her glass with unnecessary firmness and stalked away exasperated.

"Oh Harry," the Professor chortled to himself, "I don't know what you've done, but it must have been pretty good to throw La Bella off balance." And still chortling Fred Neumann followed the throng into the buffet. 

A little more than two hours later as they were driving home Harry said, "I thought all that went off quite well, I'll have to remember the names of all the people I met."

"Yes it was more effective than the usual reception, more often than not people arrive in dribs and drabs, and then they hang around too long at the end."

"You are very good at these sorts of events," observed Harry, "Very classy."

"That's an odd thing to say," responded Bella, slightly suspicious of the compliment.

"Just calling it as I see it." 

As they let themselves in Bella announced, "I'm going to bed early, I have had enough of today." A few minutes later she emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a housecoat pulled the sheets back and got into bed. She sat up for a few moments feeling thoroughly fed up; her well set plan to seduce a compliant Harry had foundered in the face of his unexpected assertiveness and teasing unpredictability. He just seemed to be one step ahead all the time, constantly wrong footing, her and she had lost the confidence to press on. Bella wriggled out of the housecoat and threw it crossly over a chair then looked up to see that Harry was watching her and smiling slightly.

"What are you doing?" she asked bluntly.

"Same as you, I am going to bed," and to make the point he kicked off his shoes and stripped off his shirt.

"But I thought... and now you're undressing in front of me..." Harry by this stage was down to his underpants but he stopped for a moment then came round to Bella's side of the bed and sat on it facing her.

"Bella... Mrs Mason," he said gravely, "It's time to stop all the bullshit. Think for a moment. A person with a full time secretary doesn't make their own hotel bookings, they don't check into a secluded out of town spot for no reason, or into a place which only has king size beds. And," Harry added, "I will bet anything you like that with your attention to detail, you got them to confirm the king size beds before you made the booking." He had hesitated for a few moments, thinking it might be smarter not to tell Bella he had seen a copy of her booking confirmation.

Bella held both hands over her face, a face that had first been drained white, but was now pink with embarrassment. Harry took her hands and gently pulled them down; she had to look at him. "So now we both know what you had planned." Bella nodded, she felt defenceless, utterly stupid, stripped naked and humiliated. All the professional toughness was gone.

"I'm sorry, so sorry," she repeated several times over.

An uncomfortable silence fell.

Then Harry spoke up, "I don't know why should you be," he hesitated for a few seconds, then grinned broadly, "It seems like a damn good plan to me and that is why I am coming to bed too. And if your plan is still good I was intending to do my very best to fuck your brains out."

Bella looked up, her mouth hung open, she was dumbstruck.

The time for words had passed; Harry leant forward and kissed her lips. Bella made no response for a second or so but then reached out, hesitantly at first and drew him to her.

Harry thought that after teasing and irritating her for most of the day, no matter how justified he thought it was, Bella might be more than a bit strung out, he decided to get her in a more relaxed state of mind first. In this at least, Harry underestimated Bella, she was tougher than he credited her, and although she had undergone an extraordinarily frustrating day, the result was that she was now going to get exactly what she wanted.

Nonetheless Harry made love to her, he kissed her, she responded, a little but definitely; "Come on let's get you out of that nightdress." Harry slipped it over her head and even more quickly got rid of his underpants.

They kissed again, Bella more involved this time, Harry kneaded her small plump breasts, gently at first then more firmly, tugging and rubbing her nipples. His head moved down taking one of them between his lips, "That's nice, so nice" Bella murmured holding his head closely to her, "Makes me feel all gooey."

Sensing how much she liked it, Harry concentrated on Bella's breasts a while longer and started to search for her clitoris with his finger, a small gasp confirmed his arrival. Bella, however, was in no mood for protracted foreplay, after all the frustrations and annoyances of the day she wanted to fuck... and be fucked. They coupled quickly, like two animals in heat, indifferent to the finer points, just intent to get into each other as urgently as possible. Harry drove into her, hard and rough; Bella responded in kind clawing at him and biting him as she sought possession.

In what seemed no time at all Harry announced, "I'm coming," Bella merely grunted in reply and grasped him limpet like, as his semen started to pour into her. Even after he had finished she still hung on tight, scarcely believing that only a few minutes ago they had been daggers drawn.

"You can relax now," suggested Harry.

Bella gave a short laugh "I can't quite believe that we just..." her voice tailed off, unable for the moment to find the words.

Harry slipped out of her and lay back taking a breather. "Harry that was great," Bella informed him snuggling up, "I haven't had sex much lately."

Harry was surprised as it had all been a little brief, over with pretty quickly but Bella spoke again, "Harry, do you think...do you think" she repeated herself ,"That maybe we could do it again tomorrow... and maybe even Sunday," she added hopefully.

"Well," grinned Harry, "I don't see why not, but rather than tomorrow I was thinking more in terms of about ten minutes."

Bella raised herself on one elbow, "You're not kidding are you... I haven't had sex twice in a week since I can't remember when, let alone twice in one night," she ran her hand up his leg, " Oh my, you're getting hard again already," she gripped him firmly to confirm the fact, "And what is this..." Bella threw back the doona, "Goodness, your balls, they're huge, no wonder you came so much. She played gently with them for a while, frowning intently, "I want all they've got," and then looking up at Harry added with not entirely mock seriousness, "I want to turn them into shrivelled wrinkly little walnuts and have all your sperms swimming around inside me."

"Well I don't know about shrivelled and wrinkly," laughed Harry "But I guess there's no harm in making the attempt."

"You're ready now," Bella informed him wriggling closer.

"Mmm," responded Harry, he pushed Bella onto her side her ass back against his rock hard cock, "But this time we'll do it doggy style."

"Yes," agreed Bella happily, "Yes."

"But first you need to get yourself ready," Harry guided her hand towards her groin.

"But I don't, I don't..." protested a startled Bella

"Oh yes you do" insisted Harry "you're going to frig yourself and when you're nice and wet, I'm going to stick my cock in you, and then after you have got yourself off, I'll fuck you stupid."

"But ... but"

Smack, Harry walloped the cheek of Bella's ass, "No buts, just get on with it."

Bella's mouth was suddenly dry, she trembled slightly in excitement and Harry smacked her ass again to make the point. "Yes sir," she stumbled, "Yes sir."

Harry was startled, 'Her whole attitude, it's changed, just a couple of smacks on her ass.'

Bella meanwhile went to work with a will.

Harry was still wondering 'why did she react so strongly?' he had limited experience that some women liked a smack, but he had never laid it on so hard before, anything like so hard. Harry was a very bright guy, but sometimes could be surprisingly slow on the uptake... but eventually he thought "Hey maybe it's the smacking that turns her on."

And the beginnings of an idea began to form in his mind.

Bella's rapidly shortening breath drew him out of his reverie "Harry oh Harry I'm... I'm coming" stammered Bella, in the circumstances a fairly unnecessary statement, she shook and heaved, lost for a few moments but gradually started to calm down.

"Right, now get on your hands and knees," demanded Harry, he pulled her roughly towards the edge of the bed then stood on the floor behind her. "Back up a bit," he growled and gave her two more stinging slaps on her butt to direct her, Bella complied and raised her butt high inviting, tempting, hoping for more. She didn't get it, at least not yet; instead Harry rammed his cock into her and seized her hair to stop her being thrown forward.

What followed if Bella had been asked was 'Glorious, wonderful, just so fantastic,' to Harry's mind it was ok, but to him, pretty weird too; Harry didn't just fuck Bella he smashed his cock into her time and again, yanking her hair to keep her in place with one hand and using the other to smack her ass again and again and again in rhythm with his thrusts. Harry couldn't have made it any rougher without losing contact with her altogether, but to his amazement, the rougher it became the more obvious was Bella's utter joy, at last she shrieked out "Oh my God, again, again, I'm coming again."

That was Harry's cue, his orgasm started to pump, he crushed his cock into her almost splitting Bella in his desire to get his semen as far into her as he could. But eventually he stopped and Bella almost as quickly, came down from her orgasm, she slumped forward onto the bed, and curled up in a foetal position trembling slightly. Harry joined her and put his arm around her hugging her gently, he could feel the sweat cooling on her body and pulled the doona half over them. They were silent for some time each with their own thoughts, 'I haven't felt like that since, oh since that big night out, with that biker at Bathurst when I was doing teacher training... that must have been twelve years ago at least... how did Harry know? How did he work it out?'

Harry's thoughts were more prosaic, 'I know that some women like to have their ass smacked but Bella just loves it, and the rougher the better... amazing just amazing.'

But then Bella spoke up, "Harry I don't really want to move, but if I don't jump into the shower, this bed is going to become a semen swamp."

Harry followed Bella and before long they had both showered. They went back to bed and Bella snuggled up close "Harry, that was fantastic, was that my punishment for the little deception I tried on you?" She looked up expectantly but Harry didn't answer for the moment. "Harry, if you don't think that was enough...enough punishment I mean, you could, perhaps you should... perhaps, she hesitated... I know I deserve it.

"Bella Mason," replied Harry rather gravely "Those little feather smacks weren't punishment and yes you do deserve it, but," he added with a smile, "You will have to wait for your proper punishment, until the end of the weekend, and then you'll find out what it will be."

Bella fell asleep very contented, wondering a little but not too much what Harry had meant.

As for Harry, the beginnings of his idea were forming into a plan. Then he too slept.

"What have they brought us for breakfast" enquired Bella

"Bacon, sausage, eggs, black pudding, toast, marmalade and one or two other bits and pieces, coffee, juice and so on." 

"I can't possibly eat all that, though I do feel unusually hungry." 

"Someone told me once that sex made her hungry"

"So that's why I woke up this morning with a cock pushing into me."

"Well it beats jogging any old day, and I didn't hear you complaining."

"No I didn't," laughed Bella and she settled down to eat far more than her usual yoghurt and meusli.

The formal proceedings of the seminar started promptly at nine o'clock, it was a mixed attendance largely of educators, potential students and others often having a direct interest in the students.

Harry was part of a panel speaking immediately after morning coffee. It was chaired by Fred Neumann who asked Bella to speak first from the point of view of the High School preparing talented children. As Harry anticipated, she was very professional and finished a fraction before her allocated twenty minutes. Unfortunately, the rather self important university academic who had the second spot, went way over time going into arcane detail of what interested him rather than the audience, and Fred's limitations as a chairman were exposed in failing to bring him to heel. At last to a collective sigh of relief he shuffled his papers together and stood down from the rostrum.

"Now," announced Fred "it is my pleasure to introduce Harry Salt."

"Thank you Fred, but first of all I should perhaps thank Professor Curry the previous speaker," responded Harry, smiling beatifically towards the Professor, "He has given me a marvellous opportunity to abandon my written notes, you can perhaps read those later." In the short time which remains. I will just deal with just one issue, my own immediate experience of going to uni when I was barely sixteen. 

What followed was what Bella later described to colleagues as a master class in audience management. Harry ignored the rostrum walked to the front of the stage and addressed himself almost entirely to the students, he told them a little about himself about his concern at leaving friends and wondering whether he would make any new ones at Uni but mainly he concentrated on drawing out what were their concerns, no matter how apparently unimportant. During his short piece he addressed at least eight or nine of the young people by name, talking to them directly, then drew to a close spot on time. He apologised for his lack of detail, and invited them to ask questions, no matter how trivial they might seem.

"Well, that will pretty much guarantee that Harry will get all the questions," smiled Bella to herself," she was largely right but underestimated herself a little as she fielded some enquiries. Professor Curry sat slightly bemused at how this young man had somehow taken over the discussions without saying anything of 'real substance': eventually after half an hour of lively debate Harry managed to turn a question and refer it to the forgotten man himself. He droned on a little and Fred remembering what had happened before, used Professor Curry's first hesitation to bring the session to a close.

As they gathered for lunch Bella had a brief chance to speak to Harry, "If I had any idea you could handle people like that I would never have tried to con you. Those questions, I thought they would never stop."

Harry just grinned, Bella moved on to talk to someone else. Harry then spotted Jana and Danuta, "Hello again," he greeted them "Thanks for asking those Dorothy Dixers like I asked you to, it got the questions rolling. I'll also have to thank your Dad for warning me that Professor Curry was bound to go over time."




Educating Harry Ch. 14



"You'll get the chance to meet him yourself," responded Jana. "Apparently it's only a short session tomorrow, nine till eleven and Mum and Dad have invited about 20 people, including Mrs Mason and yourself to lunch."

The rest of the day was uneventful, at least so far as the formal sessions were concerned and Bella and Harry were back at the Chestnuts shortly after six.

"Is there anything on in particular this evening?" 

"Yes there is," confirmed Bella, one big group is taking over a Chinese Restaurant, another is doing a pub dinner, at least one is headed for the delights of the RSL, but I thought," she suggested archly, "Um well maybe we could find something better to do just by staying here."

"Sounds good to me," agreed Harry "But what shall we have to eat?"

Twenty minutes later he had answered his own question, and entirely to Bella's satisfaction as his tongue lashed enthusiastically against her clit.

"Oh Harry, I never expected, I never thought, oh this is just so good, so good," Bella continued in the same vein. She didn't know why but somehow when Harry had gone down on her she had been caught completely by surprise. She hadn't thought much about her husband in the last couple of days especially as he was in Sydney for a week for a series of meetings, but Bruce's notion of lovemaking consisted of an all too hasty, 'fumble and jump' as she called it. She and Bruce got on well enough, but he had never been all that interested in sex, both of them channelled their energy into their careers, but for Bella the last few hours had been a re-awakening, or as she reflected, something closer to what she remembered as a student.

But Bella's thoughts were distracted by her rapidly approaching orgasm, "Oh Harry Harreeeeee," she screamed jerking wildly against him; Bella was a noisy lover and not for the last time Harry had cause to be grateful she had chosen such a remote place to stay. "I'm coming, coming, oh my God I'm I'm"...and whatever else was lost as she became completely incoherent. 

Just as she had the previous evening Bella recovered from her climax quite rapidly and snuggled up to Harry, "Aren't we now going to..." she asked, looking up at him?

"Uhh no, but that is only because if the take away guy is as quick as he claims he'll be here in two minutes."

"Oh, but we will ... later?"

"Definitely," agreed Harry "Tonight we are in for the long haul, at least" he added, "If that's what you would like."

"Oh yes, I would like, very much" 

As if on cue the bell rang and Harry jumped into some clothes to answer it, a minute or two later they were eating a Thai mild green curry with Barramundi and ginger.

"I'll give you head again in a minute," suggested Harry, "I wonder whether curry and ginger might warm your clit up a bit."

"You say the weirdest things" laughed Bella happily, but before too long she was on her back again and could have confirmed the point.

"Now Harry you've made me come twice already" said Bella a minute or two later "But we haven't fucked at all yet."

"True, but I'm just about to and I thought that maybe we should just carry on until we can't do it any more."

And so they did, Bella and Harry fucked missionary, they fucked doggy, then side by side, Bella on top, they fucked on the bed, on the floor, over the table and against a wall. They fucked each other stupid.

"I reckon you're done' in," said Bella addressing herself to Harry's very limp cock, "shagged into submission," she added, pleased with herself, she took his cock delicately between her fingers. "Poor limp, floppy little man," she cooed, "All done in."

"You speak too soon," laughed Harry, "Maybe you should see if you can raise his interest, but, the best way would involve you not speaking at all."

"But I don't, well I haven't ... well, not for years anyway."

"All the more reason to do so, a teacher should never lose a skill for want of practice."

Harry pushed gently on Bella's head in encouragement and moments later felt her lips enclosing the head of his cock followed a second or two later by an inquiring tongue.

Harry's confidence was as well founded, as Bella's misgivings about her neglected skills were not. It took a little while but Harry's cock soon stood to attention ready for action.

"This time it's you on top, you can do all the work." Harry had something else in mind but said nothing as Bella slowly, carefully impaled herself on his cock, "Just concentrate on making yourself come," ordered Harry.

Bella started to move, a measured grinding against him quite leisurely and then without warning Harry smacked her ass, hard, then again and again in time with Bella rising and falling, a steady rhythm smacking each cheek of her ass in turn. Bella's response was electric just as it had been the night before; she writhed in ecstasy clearly loving the regular beat. Harry didn't understand it, but was fascinated that it worked so urgently. Bella's mind was somewhere else altogether, she was a young student again, seduced by her tutor, the first man who had taught her the pleasure of being disciplined all those years ago, she gloried in it, the pleasure in her clit at one with the smacking hands punishing her. It took a long time, much longer than it had earlier in the evening but eventually Bella threw her head back and screamed in orgasm. Harry followed a second or so later and Bella collapsed onto him quaking and soaked in sweat from the effort.

"Harry that was the best the very best," declared Bella a few minutes later when she had recovered a little, "How did you know, how did you work it out that I love to be spanked... to be punished?"

Harry didn't answer partly because he realised he hadn't so much worked it out as stumbled on Bella's particular love, he just responded " Oh I don't know but that wasn't really a punishment , you'll get that when we get back to Hawksworth tomorrow."

Harry by now had a fairly clear plan in mind, and he instinctively knew that for Bella it was a huge turn on wondering what it would be.

"What are you...?" Bella tried to ask.

"Wait and see, wait and see, but you will find out plenty soon enough."

The following morning Bella and Harry slept in a little and had just coffee and toast for breakfast in view of the brunch planned for later.

"What happened to our pre breakfast love making" joked Bella.

"Didn't you get enough last night" responded Harry? "Come on then, let's have a quickie," and without hesitating he perched Bella on the edge of the table.

"I didn't expect that quick a response," giggled Bella.

"Just keep your ass out of the marmalade, I'm going to have another piece of toast in a minute."

Forty minutes after she had fucked amongst the clutter of the breakfast dishes, Bella emerged immaculately groomed, having put on her professional image, immaculate makeup, hair totally under control, smart casual dress, she looked exactly right.

The lunch was an informal affair, and judging by the guests, mainly for the benefit of the professional educators, it gave Harry the chance to sit back and people watch, just occasionally contributing to the conversation. After a while Fred Neumann sought him out, "So you made your peace with Bella," Harry smiled and offered no comment, "She was pretty mad with you Friday night," continued the old professor, "What made her change her tune."

"Maybe you ought to ask her, but I expect it's because I was pretty awkward and irritating, but in the end let her have her own way."

"You're probably right," agreed the old professor, but privately he thought, "No, there's more to it than that, she's like the cat that got the cream." He looked sideways at Harry but gained nothing from it.

Fred had no opportunity for more questions as Bella herself appeared, "Time's flying by Harry so maybe we had better say our goodbyes and get on our way." That was soon completed the last being Danuta and Jana who each gave Harry a quick hug.

"You seem to have the beginnings of a fan club." said Bella

"No, not really, the twins are in a fairly similar position to what I was, they are going to uni at sixteen and are not at all certain that it's what they want."

They drove for some time in silence before Bella turned to him again. "Are you going to tell me yet what you have planned," she asked guardedly.

"No you don't need to know yet, but I will tell you where... it will be in your office."

"Oh, no more than that."

"No more than that, but," he added genially, "If I knew what I have planned for you was planned for me, I would maybe start to get a little tense right now, maybe even a tad worried. And now I'm going to take a nap"

Bella was not exactly worried nor even tense but she was very thoughtful as she drove, 'If it's totally crazy I can just walk away, but how will I know? I know one thing for certain, he will do what he says, but what is it?' Bella didn't admit to any excitement or anticipation, even to herself, but she felt it nonetheless. The same questions went round and round in her head whilst her lover and tormenter dozed quietly in the passenger seat

After two hours they swapped seats as they had done on the previous journey, but Bella, unlike Harry was unable to sleep. The same ideas recurred time and again and Harry's occasional innocuous comments barely registered. For Bella at least, the return journey seemed much longer, and as they drew into the school grounds she was hardly aware of the fact that she was almost totally obsessed with her imminent punishment.

It was only a few steps to Bella's office, Harry walked in with her, "We will get right into it, let's just open the French windows onto the lawn, nice to have some fresh air," he turned back to her , "Bella, take off your skirt, panties and tights." She obeyed unquestioningly. 

Harry then dragged out a long low footstool "Kneel on this, grip the sides with your hands and stick your ass in the air, that's right." He waited a few seconds before continuing, "Mrs Principal Mason, this is what your punishment is going to be. Remember in the 'good old days' when kids were sent to the principal's office to be caned, six of the best for serious offences," he broke off for a second, "Now where did Miss Garrett put it."

Harry stepped into the outer office only for a moment and returned straight away with a one metre rule in his hand, "I remembered this" he told Bella confidentially "Miss Garrett is only five feet, or should I say one metre fifty or so, and she needs this to open the high windows."

Harry showed Bella the rule, "One metre long with a strip of brass let into one edge, which makes it stronger and whippier, two centimetres wide, just feel it," and he drew the cold edge, ever so gently across Bella's plump white ass.

Bella knelt in silence transfixed, she now knew what was going to be done but whilst she feared the pain she also ached for it, longed for it.

"Mrs Principal Mason, you called this punishment on yourself for lies and deception," Bella nodded, "So it seemed somehow right that it should be here in the very centre of your authority," Bella nodded again. "Now listen very carefully Mrs Mason... you know why you are being punished and you know that it will hurt ...a lot." You can call a halt any time you want...if you think you have been punished enough, just cry halt. Have you got that?" Bella nodded a third time, her mouth was so parched she couldn't have spoken had she wanted to.

"Good, then we'll begin, Harry raised the rule in the air and took a practice swing, "You heard that, the sound it makes as it goes through the air, listen carefully for it."

Bella listened intently for perhaps two seconds, a faint whiz and a bolt of undiluted pain possessed her as the rule left a livid red stripe two centimetres wide across her ass. Bella's mouth dropped open, and she gasped for air as the waves of pain wracked through her, and then as the searing pain started to lessen, it was replaced by a burning, as though her ass had been set on fire.

Harry waited and waited. Then he spoke, coolly "That was just a starter, a three quarter stroke, just to get you used to it. The next one will really sting."

And again Harry waited and waited, but eventually Bella heard her tormenter, this time it heralded not mere pain but complete agony, she was struck a little lower, and the pain once more seized her body with wave after wave passing through her. Her mouth fell open again and incoherent gurgles issued uncontrollably from her throat. Once again as the pain eventually, almost reluctantly retreated, it was replaced with the same burning heat, Bella was suddenly aware that her heart was pounding and she had started to sweat profusely.

This time Harry said nothing and Bella was completely beyond speech, immersed in a sea of pain, and in a vague consciousness of possessing and being possessed by her own punishment.

And again her tormenter waited... and waited, the third and fourth blows came closer together, higher, the fourth engulfing her before the third had completely waned. Bella's mind dwelt on the agony, but it was an agony which had become a part of her; she embraced it, longed for it and longed for more and now she whispered, "Take me, beat me," she whispered, "please... please."

Harry heard her but he gave no sign of it, said nothing at all and waited again, this time longer than any other, Bella started to be concerned she glanced up looking for the next stroke only to hear the familiar prelude a split second before it slashed into the fleshiest part of her ass. "Uuugh," Bella groaned as the familiar searing pain wracked her body again and again, her heart thumped and sweat poured from Bella's face and torso. But things had changed, the rule was no longer the instrument of punishment of Bella but punishment for Bella, she now embraced the punishment the pain willingly, almost joyfully, and she wanted more. 

But her anticipation was for a moment misguided. Harry had become almost an automaton in the last few minutes, utterly bemused by Bella's abandonment of her normal self and her emerging and evident joy. But then he suddenly realised he had the most raging hard on. If Harry thought at all it was only for a moment as he dropped his shorts and rammed his cock into her. Harry was surprised at how wet, how ready for him Bella was. Bella was surprised that he was there at all! 

It was no love making; Harry's lust had been contained by a mix of amazement and incredulity at Bella's response. This time she was just a hole to fuck, a bucket to deposit his semen in. And for Bella it was just a distraction, something which for the moment took her attention from the main event. Harry banged into her hard and fast and came far sooner than he would have imagined, semen poured into her as he jerked spasmodically to a standstill. Bella had made no response, she just knelt still, accepting, waiting for him to finish.

He withdrew and stood silently, feeling for a moment rather stupid, almost irrelevant. He picked up the rule again and flexed it, once twice and raised it high ready, and then Harry hesitated. "I've been rather selfish, coming just for myself... without any thought of you," he hesitated again, "Use your fingers," he instructed, "Make yourself come."

Yet again Bella made no attempt to answer, she felt compelled to obey, trembling slightly she propped herself up a little on one hand whilst the other crept back between her legs. She frigged herself, gently at first and then more vigorously; it was going to take a long time, the slowly rising pleasure competed with the pain and heat from her ravaged ass, but gradually imperceptibly her pleasure increased.

Harry looked on studiously, two stripes high on Bella's rump three lower down, with a broader untouched, inviting, virgin white band in between, right across the plumpest part of Bella's ass. As he waited and watched Harry began to have the first inkling that whilst he had initiated Bella's punishment, in effect she was in control in that what was happening was entirely what she wanted, whilst Harry was merely an instrument, who had just taken the punishment further and further as he tested her limits. His short distraction ceased when he noticed that Bella had begun to breathe very hard, she was not far from her climax. Bella's body was still a sea of pain from her thrashing, but her mind had assumed an extraordinary clarity, her body was hot sweaty and beaten but her mind dwelt only on the exquisite pleasure; "Would he, would he?" she asked herself desperately.

But before she received an answer her orgasm seized her, it only took seconds to reach its zenith, seconds enough for the rule to sing its song for the sixth time. It landed perfectly on the ivory pale strip, kissing, caressing her willing ass with a loving, savage, ferocity. Bella shook from the impact but it was not merely pain; her ecstasy was her orgasm but also her pain, the agony was contained in pleasure, and the joy of her climax was at one with the pain, each consumed in the other, each fed the other.

Harry stood back startled, first at Bella's reaction; the short climaxes he had noticed before were nothing compared with this, it was almost as though Bella was possessed, "Holy shit," Harry mouthed inaudibly, in truth he was more than a little scared, he had never seen anything like it, he was the agent of Bella's punishment but somehow, somehow he did not quite understand, it had moved well beyond, both his understanding and control.

Bella continued to buck and convulse, but just as Harry began to get really worried she started to slow, then quite suddenly she collapsed full length on her stomach, legs astride of the long footstool, Bella's eyes were tight shut her face crimson with effort, her hair a mess and her body still running with sweat. She gasped for breath and tried to push herself up but slipped back. Harry reached out, "Lie still for a while," he laid a hand upon her shoulder, reassuringly. 

Bella lay still and Harry surveyed his handiwork, six livid stripes in neat parallel lines burned across her ass, the angry scarlet now tending to merge into purple, her body still shook involuntarily from time to time, semen oozed slowly from her gaping pussy. The professional carapace, the shell of Principal Mason had been threshed clean, only her alter ego, Bella, remained.

"Help me," croaked Bella trying to get up, Harry did so lifting her under her arms, he was only partially successful, Bella got off the stool but remained on her knees clutching Harry tightly around the legs. She stayed there a long time at least it seemed so to Harry as he suddenly realised that Bella was crying, sobbing uncontrollably. Once again Harry was scared and at a loss for words. He stroked her hair and murmured comfort but the sobbing went on and shook her entire body.

"You'll be ok Bella," Harry reassured her, "You'll be ok"

Then Bella looked up and Harry was given a shock he could not have imagined, through the tears the expression on Bella's face was unmistakable ... it was one of undiluted joy... "Harry, Harry, that was so, so wonderful, I never, I never thought... and then she dissolved in tears again still hugging his legs as tightly as ever.

It was some time before Harry was eventually able to draw Bella to her feet and even longer before her embrace on Harry began to relax, "You ok?" 

"Fantastic, never better, I'll never be able to thank you for this."

"Now Bella," said Harry "It's almost time for me to go and your punishment is almost ended. We won't be seeing each other again so the last part is up to you."

"What d'you mean, almost," Bella smiled, nothing Harry said or did could upset her now.

"Come over here," he led a stiff legged Bella towards the corner.

"Next time, next time" Harry repeated, "That you feel the need to be punished I won't be here to do it so this is what you must do. Kneel down here, facing the corner and do your homework, you must memorise every single moment of this weekend and especially you must memorise every tiny instant, every minute detail of your punishment. Remember each stroke of the rule, the shock, the pain and the burning. Remember it all, and especially remember how it all came together at the end. Can you do that?"




Educating Harry Ch. 14



Bella nodded. 

"Good, then whenever you feel the need, you can go back and remind yourself, you can relive it, relive it in every tiny detail." 

Harry then kissed her gently and left through the French doors.

It was almost dusk before Bella eventually turned away from the corner and her silent contemplation; she put on her skirt and tidied her hair. Outside the lorikeets screeched as they headed for their night roost, and a few moments later Principal Mason shut the door of her office. She decided to walk the short distance to her home, she was stiff and very sore but after a moment's reflection was certain the car seat would be distinctly less comfortable than the walk.

Harry spent most of the evening trying to read but was constantly distracted by reflections of the past few days. "I only wanted to show her I wouldn't be pushed around or let her dictate terms... but when it came down to it she wanted the sex and I wasn't going to pass up the chance. Then I spanked her ...ok, a bit harder than I might have done if she hadn't tried to fool me, but she loved it, just loved it. Then I made that stupid crack about a real punishment... that was the big turning point. And today I thought she might even back out... but I never dreamt... never dreamt I was giving her exactly what she wanted."

Harry laughed ruefully at himself for a moment, "I got my own back on Principal Mason, but Bella her inner Bella; she ended up running the show, she got just what she wanted."

Bella didn't agonise like Harry, when she got home she sank her ravaged ass gratefully into a tepid bath. She was contented, a weekend of sex, exactly the way she liked it. Harry had been difficult at first but everything had turned out perfectly with a climax beyond all her dreams. "Tomorrow I'll work from home; it'll give my ass a chance to recover." As Bella dabbed herself carefully dry with a towel she looked at her ass in the mirror and ran her finger lightly along the livid last stripe, she smiled happily, that was all it took for the whole experience to come flooding back.

Harry went to bed early and was soon asleep

On the other side of town Bella took a little longer, she was grateful that it was a warm night and she needed no covers. It took a little longer but Bella too slept soundly.

On her stomach!

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To be continued. Any comments or votes would be welcome. 



Educating Harry Ch. 15



This chapter is in distinct contrast to the last, it returns to the main theme of the series and is perhaps the most romantic so far.

Australianisms

Chook = hen or adult chicken. Calling an elderly woman an old chook is not terribly polite but usually is an address indicating some affection for the person 



The bell rang loudly. It was an old fashioned mechanical contraption which had to be pulled, and once pulled it only stopped when it had a mind to.

"Goodness," exclaimed Susan to herself as she went to the door, "He's early"

"Joe, I did not expect you to quite so soon, did you get a cab?" 

"No, Aunt Diane, Mrs Salt gave me a lift from the airport, she was meeting an old friend of hers and she brought me along as well."

"Oh," said Susan frowning slightly, "I would have thought she might have stopped by for a moment, just to say hello."

"I expect they had a lot to talk about."

"Anyway it's good to see you," she kissed him briefly on the cheek, "Come on in, we can have a coffee while lunch is cooking. How do you like it?"

Joe told her and Susan took mugs from a cupboard; Joe smiled to himself as he watched Susan stretch up to the high shelf. On the drive from the airport he had wondered to himself whether the original dazzling impact Susan had made on him would repeat itself. It only took the warmth of a friendly greeting, and a simple graceful movement to captivate him all over again, he couldn't understand it. He was all too aware that although he knew, he was instantly entranced, Susan was not. She was friendly, clearly interested and pleased to see him, but for her it went no further than that. "Now," she smiled handing him his coffee, "Everything is on track for lunch in about forty five minutes, so you can tell me what you have been up to."

"Umm, where shall I start, in the US perhaps; we have worked in partnership with a US company for a number of years and following recent acquisitions by both of our companies we realised that maybe a partial assets swap might be mutually beneficial. I have been having a look at what they might put into the deal, and one of their people has been doing the same with the operations here that they are interested in."

"And that is why you were in Chicago?"

"Yes, which as you know gave me the chance to meet Alice... we got on pretty well, or at least I think we did. My guess is that she has already given you a pretty detailed account."

"She has," confirmed Susan, "And so did Sarah, though hers was rather different."

"I can imagine, but did Alice tell you about her questions?"

"Well, she told me she asked a lot."

"She certainly did," agreed Joe "In fact at the end of the meal she pulled out a little notebook and checked a list she had made; to be sure that she had covered everything."

Susan burst out laughing, "A list, that is so typical, she likes to think she has organised herself."

"Better than that, Alice had three lists, the first was headed, 'questions I should ask,' the second was, 'questions Mum should have asked,' and the third was, 'questions we shouldn't ask, but would like to know.' Your daughter is pretty direct you know."

"I hope you weren't offended at all."

"Of course not, in many ways she is very like you, not just in looks but in small mannerisms, for example when she is perplexed for a moment she frowns slightly and tilts her head to one side exactly as you do."

"Do I, I hadn't noticed that myself."

Joe and Susan continued to chat for perhaps another half hour when the timer on the oven rang. "Right everything's ready, I'll get it out of the oven and you can open a bottle of wine."

Within a few minutes Susan had the meal on the table. "It's a boned leg of lamb with rosemary and the vegetables are sweet potatoes, carrots and parsnips cooked in the meat pan... I thought you might like lamb, because it's not eaten in the States anything like as frequently as it is here... a sort of reminder of home cooking." 

"Mmmm, it smells really good," said Joe appreciatively, "My own cooking tends to be a bit hit and miss, and like most single guys I eat too many take aways."

"I hope you will like it, but hey, you forgot to open the wine.

"Ah no, I didn't forget, I can't drink today, because I'm flying the plane back to Sydney; I have been learning to fly for a while and am at the stage where I can fly solo but not at night, that's why my time is limited today, I have to get back to Bankstown airport in Sydney before dark.

"So you picked up your plane in Brisbane when you got off the international flight."

"That's right, it was there for servicing, but it isn't my plane, it's Dad's, he has been pushing me to get my licence because he is going to be seventy five soon and has pretty firm views about older pilots not flying, but he didn't want to let the plane go."

Susan continued to ask Joe about his flying, and he was surprised at the technical knowledge she had of pilot training, but then he remembered, "Of course your father started and developed an air service for freight, and later passengers in the Northern part of the State didn't he."

"Yes that's right, he then amalgamated his business with the man who initially became his partner, and who later became my husband."

"So I suppose you picked up your know how about flying when you were doing the accounts for the company."

"Well partly," said Susan disarmingly, "But it was not a huge company, and I was directly involved in the operations as well."

Joe missed the cue and Susan let it pass, she enjoyed Joe's infectious enthusiasm, and listened closely as he gave her a blow by blow account of his limited flying experience to date. Lunch was soon finished and Susan suggested they sit on the terrace and chat for a while. The conversation was just as easy and an outsider would have considered they were getting on like a house on fire: they were, but as Joe realised, for Susan she was prepared to be friends, but at least for now that was all, whereas he had fallen for her completely. Joe knew instinctively though, that he shouldn't pressure Susan too much, but he did want to make sure he developed their relationship.

"There was something else I particularly want to ask you Susan."

"What's that?"

"For a date, a very particular date... every year a dance, no a ball is held in Sydney called the Governors Ladies Ball, you might have heard of it."

"Yes I have, it's been going for years hasn't it, very traditional, very very exclusive."

"Yes it is, it's run by a committee of rather formidable older ladies, only five and my mother is one of them, in fact this year she is the Chairman."

"Well it is kind of you to ask but I might not be able to, I've never learned any of that old fashioned type of dancing, and I would have to find somewhere to stay for the weekend... when is it anyway?"

"It's not until the middle of February, ten weeks away, and I'm going to be overseas again for quite a bit of that time, as for somewhere to stay that's easy, you can stay at my place. As for the dancing I don't know about that but I'll think of something."

"Well I..."

"At least don't say no."

"Alright," Susan realised he was very keen, and didn't want to spoil the day by letting him down, at least not yet.

"Great," responded Joe delighted with her response, "Now I only have about ninety minutes before I have to leave, so I wondered whether you could show me round a bit, as I didn't have time to see much of Hawksworth when I was here last."

"Ok, well if you like we'll take a walk, maybe to the top of the hill, and I can point everything out from there, it isn't too hot today so it should be a good walk."

Susan led Joe through the house, up the steadily increasing slope of the garden behind, and past the tennis court. Eventually they came to a small gate which gave access to the bush land beyond. Joe turned for a moment and looked down, "I didn't realise you had such a big place."

"Yes the land is a bit more than a hectare and the house was much too big even when Alice was at home, but now she has gone I will have to do something about it... but I have known it all my life, so am a bit reluctant to change. Alice leaving has made me realise that I have reached a crossroads in my own life." 

Joe did not reply and they started a steady climb through the dry bush. In a little less than half an hour they emerged into a clearing on the flat summit of the hill.

"Let's go over to the seat," Susan indicated a bench about one hundred metres further on, "There is a gap in the trees which gives a clear view of most of the town."

They sat down and Susan started to explain the detail of Hawksworth which was spread out before them. She explained first, how during a flood in the very early days of settlement the river had changed its course, and how that disaster for the early settlers had proved a boon for the town as one hundred hectares of land in the centre of town had been left undeveloped for fear of flooding, and it was now a park and sports fields. Susan pointed out all the small details which she knew so intimately, until after ten minutes or so she suddenly stopped.

"I'm sorry, I must be boring you, I don't usually go on so, it's just that I know and love this place so much."

"You would never bore me," claimed Joe valiantly with a smile, but he had begun to wonder in the past few minutes whether Susan would ever be happy anywhere else...or with anyone else. But then she surprised him.

"I am attached to Hawksworth, to my home, my friends, but you know Joe, since Alice left, I have begun to wonder whether I am too attached, whether I should move on in some way. When Alice was born my future was taken out of my control, in that my first responsibility was to her. Had that not happened, I would probably have gone to Uni at eighteen and who knows after that. Instead I went into the family business, got some qualifications, did ok I suppose, but it was all within this local context, maybe it's time for me to leave my comfort zone, see something of the world, but so far I haven't made my mind up."

"Well," Joe smiled, "If I can help you with that decision..."

Susan laughed "Joe you're a good man and I'm not so stupid that I don't know where you're coming from, but it's early days, for me at least, and you should understand that. I am not committed to any particular thing and I might take a while to make up my mind. You understand?" she added.

"I understand," responded Joe, "So long as you understand that I might be a bit impatient from time to time."

"Good, well come on then, we had better be getting back otherwise you will be late." 

Joe and Susan had not been back ten minutes when Diane's old Holden swung into the drive. With her as she got out was another elderly woman, immaculately dressed and of about the same age. Susan stepped forward, "Hello let me introduce myself, I'm Susan Tremaine, you must be the woman, Joe calls, Diane's friend."

"I am, she replied with a big smile, and I am also Ellie Callaghan, Joe's mother."

"I had a hunch you might be," laughed Susan, "But I didn't want to spoil Joe's surprise."

The introductions were soon completed when Joe intervened, "I'm sorry to interrupt but really we have to get going or I might be too late."

"I had intended to take you out to the airport myself Joe, and I would still like to, we can all fit into my car, I'll just get my keys and you can you put all your things into the Audi .

Ellie Callaghan watched Susan walk into the house, "Joe told me Diane," she said ignoring her son's presence, "That she was the most beautiful woman he had ever met, but if she is half as smart as you say she is, he will have to work hard for her."

Diane took the lead from her friend in ignoring Joe, "Yes it's pretty obvious that Joe is head over heels, but Susan isn't, my guess is that Susan has him pegged as better than an acquaintance, and maybe on the way to becoming a good friend.

Joe laughed, "Aunt Diane you must have been eavesdropping, that's almost exactly what Susan herself told me only half an hour ago, said I would have to be patient." 

"Did she?" his mother said surprised, "Well good for her."

At that moment Susan rejoined them with her car keys and they were soon ready to leave. "Sit in the back with Diane Joe; I want to get to know Susan a little better."

Susan was well aware that Ellie wanted to know her because of her son's interest, but found that she was captivated by the older woman anyway. She soon realised that Ellie's light hearted and relaxed chatter was allied to a sharp brain.

After a while Joe interrupted, "I asked Susan about the Ball in February.

"Did you, oh good," replied his mother, "You know," she added turning to Susan "We will be so pleased to have you; I have been trying to get Joe to come every year for the last ten at least."

"But," responded Joe, "Susan has a small problem and I don't know the answer to it."

"I can't dance, especially the traditional ballroom styles"

"Oh we must not let that stop you, you're the only one Joe has ever asked; but what to do," pondered Ellie

"I might have the answer," intervened Diane from the back seat, "I know somebody, someone who might be able to teach you."

"Alright," smiled Susan, "If you're absolutely sure of that then I would love to come."

"There you are," grinned Joe, "I knew I could persuade you."

"Don't over rate yourself Joe Callaghan, "I could say no to you easily enough, but your mother and Diane, they would be a seriously tough proposition.

"You're probably right," he agreed, delighted with the outcome, "Each in her own way could get the better of an army, but with both together, immediate surrender is the only option."

Both of the older women smiled and neither felt any compunction to disagree.

The women had a few moments to themselves at the airport as Joe completed the final checks and preparations. "Susan I wanted to ask you," Ellie started, she hesitated then started again, "Joe, my son is quite clearly besotted with you...you are aware of that." Susan nodded and smiled. "I don't know whether you know but about eight years ago Joe fell for another woman, they were engaged but she let him down, walked out for another man forty eight hours before the wedding." 

Susan nodded again, "Yes I knew, he told me so himself." 

"Did he, that surprises me, he usually hates talking about it. Now I know Joe's a grown man," added Ellie wryly, "But I couldn't bear to see him go through that again...that woman," Ellie added fiercely, "That woman humiliated him, humiliated him personally and publicly. I know I should not take on so, but grown man or not, he's still my son, and well, being a mother... you'd understand..." Ellie tailed off.

Susan thought for a moment before responding, "Ellie, I will never humiliate Joe but it is possible, in fact quite probable that I may disappoint him." She thought carefully again before continuing "When I was fourteen I made a mistake which has affected the whole of my life since. I have never regretted having Alice for a second, but having her reshaped my life. Consequently, I am very cautious about making commitments, but, once I have made a commitment I will stick to it."

"Good girl, I couldn't ask for any more," was all Ellie could say. 

A short while later Joe and Ellie had been left at the airport and Diane and Susan were on their way home. "Are you going to tell me who my dance teacher is to be" asked Susan?

"Not yet, I haven't asked him myself"

"He may not have time anyway," ventured Susan.

"We shall have to see," smiled Diane, but with the kind of conviction that suggested it would be no problem at all.

The following morning when Harry came down to breakfast his aunt was already on to her second coffee. She said little as she methodically filled in all the 'across' clues in the cryptic crossword. Diane finished those by the time Harry had started to eat and completed the 'down' clues a few seconds after he had finished.

"Now Harry," she announced standing up, "Listen to this;" she used the remote control she had on the table to turn the cd player on.

"Hey, that's one of the tunes you used when you taught me to dance a couple of years ago."

"Well come on, show me whether you remember it." Harry and his aunt waltzed around the room before Diane pressed the button to change to a quickstep, they continued for another next twenty minutes going through the entire repertoire he had learned.

"Well Harry, I really did not expect you to remember so well."

Harry smirked slightly "That's because I have had some practice you didn't know about."

"And what was that?"

"Last year when I went over to the States to see Mum and Dad, you must have mentioned to them that you had taught me...anyway my sisters decided that although dancing with their younger brother was very un-cool they would put up with me if they could learn, actually we had a lot of fun, and considering that Mel was six months pregnant at the time she did really well."

"Good, in that case, I can ring up my old friend and tell her that you would be happy to teach her as well."

"Oh hang on ... I didn't say... I mean, I don't know," spluttered Harry, completely wrong footed.

"All you need to remember Harry," his aunt responded, smiling wickedly, "Is a bet... a bet that you lost, remember."

"Oh, ok, I suppose so, the tractor in the old house wasn't it. Ok then, I suppose you had better let the old chook know that I'll do it."

"I will do so now," decided his aunt firmly, and went inside to get the telephone."

Harry heard snatches of his aunts conversation, "Yes Harry, that's right...He's very good... really, I taught him myself." And then after a silence, "Excellent that's settled then... goodbye."

Aunt Diane returned, "All organised," she announced, "Your old chook, as you so ungraciously put it, is expecting you for her first lesson this evening at seven o'clock."

"Ok, I suppose I can't avoid it, who is she and where do I have to go?"

"You already know where she lives, and you also know the lady," said Aunt Diane rising from her seat... "It is Susan Tremaine. And Harry," his aunt added with a smile, "You look very silly, sitting there startled, with your mouth open, though it does give me a better understanding of what you young people mean by the expression, gobsmacked."





Susan anticipated Harry's visit not with worry, but just a little trepidation, she had made a commitment to a date with Joe which originally it seemed she might not have to fulfil, but then events had fallen quickly into place, and in a few minutes Harry Salt would arrive for her first lesson. "It makes no difference," she told herself, "That he was Alice's lover... or that he had subsequently become the lover of her best friend." She dismissed from her mind the memory of their brief evening at Maria's house, how he had removed the pasta stain from her tennis dress, from her breast ..."Of no consequence," she told herself, "None at all."

Harry's thoughts were less complicated as he drove over. He had no idea that Susan knew very directly of his past relationship with Alice and would have been astonished to learn that Maria had discussed with Susan in intimate detail almost every facet of their lovemaking. Comparatively Harry was an open book to Susan but all Harry wondered was, "Had she really pressed her breast, her hard nipple into his hand... just for an instant when he had cleaned her tennis dress... had she?" Harry shook himself, "Don't be stupid, you're imagining things," but had he been asked, Harry would have to have admitted that the brief incident had loomed large in his mind, since he had learned the identity of his student.

"Hello Harry," Susan greeted him warmly, "I'm sorry to be such an imposition," she added apologetically, "But Diane really wouldn't take no for an answer."




Educating Harry Ch. 15



"Don't apologise, I owed Aunt Diane a favour, and she was in no mood to let your conscience get me off the hook."

"Oh"

"And in any event I taught my sisters, and that was fun, so I think we will both enjoy it."

"Well if you are sure."

"I am, now let's get organised, the terrace might be best, it has a large marble floor and there is plenty of room... I have brought a cd of the music, and if I remember correctly, you have a player with a remote control."

"What do you need that for?"

"It's handy if I want to break off in the middle of a piece; I just stick the remote in my pocket. Now you need to wear some shoes," Susan invariably went barefoot around the house. "Something smooth on which you can slide but not slip, maybe with a slight heel but not too high. We'll practice with higher heels in a week or two when you are more confident."

Susan ran upstairs to her room remembering Alice's comment that Harry had always made her do an hours work, "And homework." she grinned to herself, and committed herself to the reflection that she at least would confine herself to her 'work.'

"Good choice," confirmed Harry noting the shoes Susan had picked out, "Now let me outline how we are going to do this, I'll come over every other day for the first couple of weeks and we'll have sessions of an hour, perhaps a shade more each time. If you can think about that and let me know how best we can fit in with your usual programme."

"That should be easy, I do some casual work but I am never away for more than a day or so, occasionally two." 

"Good, now so that you are not intimidated, the object isn't to learn to dance in that very, exaggerated, demonstrative way you see from professionals on television; the object is to get around a dance floor confidently, and to look good, elegant you might say, and hopefully to be able to chat to your partner at the same time." 

Susan laughed, "I can manage the chatting at least"

"Right, now this evening we are just going to learn some basic steps of a couple of dances and we'll practice them, and to music as soon as possible."

They started and Susan although initially too afraid of making mistakes soon became engrossed, and although Harry repeated the basics many times, the little adjustments he made kept her from being at all bored.

Then suddenly Harry announced "We have been going for over an hour, that's quite enough first up."

"How did I do?" Susan asked.

"A bit early to say," Harry responded seriously, then added with a grin, "No you'll be fine, you have a sort of natural grace and respond well to the music, yes," he concluded, "You'll be fine."

"Good," replied Susan surprised at how pleased she was with herself.

A few days later Susan dropped in to see Maria for coffee.

"I wasn't too certain about these lessons from Harry but Diane put me on the spot so I had to give it a go...but in fact," she added, "I'm really enjoying it."

"But the question is," responded Maria mischievously, "Just how much are you enjoying yourself?"

"I know what you mean and it isn't like that at all," laughed Susan, "Harry is very nice but you would be surprised at how strict he is, he makes me practice hard and doesn't allow any cut corners...he even gave me a smack, very gently on my butt in the last lesson, said I was trying to lead."

Maria raised an eyebrow and shook her head expressively, but said nothing for a few moments, but then looking thoughtfully into the distance she suddenly announced, "Susan you should seduce him, yes that's what you should do."

"What I, I...don't be ridiculous, I couldn't possibly." 

"Of course you could, do you the world of good, you were only saying a week or two ago, that you had not had as much sex as you should have."

"Maria, you're outrageous." 

"Am I, look at it like this, you are usually so practical, Alice will be overseas for another two or three months and Harry will be going away just about when she returns, perfect opportunity, you can have your cake and eat it."

Susan laughed, "I couldn't possibly, besides I might make you jealous," she said trying to regain ground with Maria.

"No you wouldn't, just because I decided I couldn't have him, doesn't mean you shouldn't."

"Maria I'm not talking about it any more, it's crazy."

"Ok that's fine," her friend smiled, but reflected to herself, 'You may not be talking but you are thinking about it.' 

A little later on her drive home Susan was thinking about it, she and Harry had become very friendly very quickly, she really enjoyed his company and was certain that Harry enjoyed hers too, 'But he has never, never done anything to show he wanted her...' but then Susan remembered something that Maria had said about the beginning of her own relationship with Harry, "It nearly didn't happen, I had to give him some encouragement, quite a lot in fact."

"Would I have to do the same?" Susan pondered, but then she brought herself up short, "Susan Tremaine, get a grip of yourself."

Susan's next lesson was scheduled for the same evening, and as Harry drove over he too was asking himself questions, the incident with Susan her tennis dress and the pasta seemed very distant now, but Harry was sure, well almost sure that he had noticed Susan looking at him occasionally in an appraising sort of way, as though she was trying to work him out, was wondering a little about him. But Harry was also pretty sure she didn't realise how stunningly attractive he found her, and he was wary of making any first move and stuffing up their friendship. But then as an afterthought he remembered he had been too slow on the uptake with Maria. 'Susan will never make the first move like Maria did.' It was all too difficult.

"Hi," he greeted her, "I see you're in a dress that's not a bad idea, in a week or two I am going to ask you to practice in a long dress, it's a bit different from dancing in slacks or shorts."

"I hadn't thought of that," said Susan, and made a mental note that she would also have to get herself a dress for the big event, it had not previously occurred to her at all.

"I've brought some different music tonight; it will make a change from the other cd."

Perhaps it was the change of music but something in Susan seemed to have clicked, she was less nervous no longer waiting, expecting to make a mistake, she moved better than ever before, and as Harry quickly noted, the better she danced, the better she danced. Harry decided to instruct her as little as possible just leading her as well as he could, encouraging her almost feeling her confidence grow.

They spoke only a little, communication other than through touch and movement seemed largely superfluous, for Susan the time flew by, she couldn't remember how long it was since she had enjoyed herself so much. 

Then when the lesson was almost finished, there was a sudden change in the music, "What is that?" 

Harry listened for a few moments then pressed the pause button. "Aunt Diane must have recorded this over an old recording, and this is a song left from that... It's sung by Harry Nilsson, he's a favourite of hers. Come on, we can still dance to it, but it is has very slow tempo."

Harry was right and Susan responding to the intimacy of the song held Harry a little closer. It was short and over too soon so Harry pressed the repeat button and as they danced he sang very quietly the snatches of the words he remembered...

"As I approach the prime of my life
I find I have the time of my life...

Susan, without really thinking about it held Harry a little closer still and rested her forehead very lightly on his shoulder, it was the smallest of gestures, it might have been one of submission, it might have been of encouragement, but what ever it was it was enough for Harry. He knew from that moment, with absolute certainty: Susan wanted him. 

And so I happily concede,
This is all I ask
This is all I need...

...Beautiful girl walk a little slower
when you walk with me..."

"Wandering rainbows leave a bit of colour
For my heart to own
Stars in the sky make my wish come true
Before the night has flown..."

Harry had forgotten the last few lines, but as Nilsson's voice faded away Susan looked up and as the most natural thing in the world, they kissed, gently at first but surely and with rapidly increasing passion... all their inhibitions fell away. To nothing.

Then Susan broke away, "Quickly," Harry took her hand and they almost ran to the bedroom. Harry had her out of her dress in a flash and in seconds they tumbled naked onto her bed. Harry kissed her again and Susan spoke, "Now Harry, I want you now,"

And Harry was in no mood to disagree; Susan rolled onto her back and pulled him onto her. She spread her legs and Harry's cock entered her, she was tight but soaking wet, "Oh Harry, Harry," was all she said as he started to move within her. If Harry was surprised at the speed with which everything had fallen into place he was astonished at Susan's passion, "Harry" she cried as she grasped him in her arms, "Oh Harry" she sobbed as she wrapped her legs around his waist, her eyes fast shut. Harry thrust into her overjoyed with the realisation that he was not only making love to her but that she was giving herself to him more completely more unreservedly than any woman he had ever known.

It could not last at this furious pace, nor did it, and yet again Susan surprised, she reached her orgasm first and as it took possession of her she bucked wildly uncontrollably and quite suddenly bit him hard on his chest. Harry hardly noticed, he came, "ugggghhh" a huge stream shot into her followed by another, another, and yet another, until he eventually collapsed onto her, a sweating, panting, exhausted heap. 

They clung together hardly moving for a minute or so then Harry rolled off and he and Susan both just lay still, staring almost shocked at the ceiling, shocked at the sheer speed of events. Susan moved first she half turned and cuddled Harry and after a few moments silence laughed briefly and admitted, "I promised myself, absolutely promised myself I would not let this happen," but then after a few more seconds silence she added, "But I'm so glad we did, so so glad."

Harry pulled her a little closer to him and grinned, "I can't really say I made any promises not to," he admitted... "And I hardly dared imagine that we might, but I'm glad too, just as glad that we did."

Silence descended again for a minute or so.

"Harry," suggested Susan enquiringly, "We went at it pretty quickly that time don't you think," she ran her fingers gently over his stomach, "So maybe if we," her fingers ran slowly up his leg, "If we took it a little slower we could do it...oh my goodness." Susan's fingers had encountered Harry's already swelling cock.

"We could do what," asked Harry?

"It," explained Susan, hugging him, "again"

"Yes," agreed Harry happily, and they did.

Again, and again.





To be continued

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Educating Harry Ch. 16



It was a cooler morning than usual for the time of year, so Maria walked rather than drove to Susan's. She heard rather than saw her friend first, Susan was singing quietly to a recording. "Hi," Maria announced herself tapping on the open door, "You're very cheerful this morning, what are you listening to?"

"Oh it's just something I downloaded," replied Susan nonchalantly, "It's a singer called Harry Nilsson, a collection called A little touch of Schmilsson in the night" 

"Well, it's nice to know that the Harry's of this world are keeping you happy," observed Maria amiably: then she stopped in her tracks... she had noticed, "Susan you just blushed. You did, not much, but you did..." she looked at her friend accusingly, "You have, haven't you?"

Susan nodded, and this time blushed vividly

"Wonderful, now you sit down and I'll get the coffee," she said busying herself. "I'm so glad I brought a chocolate cake."

"Why?" asked Susan lamely

"Chocolate cake and coffee are the perfect accompaniment to intimate, detailed confessions," said Maria." 

"I suppose you're not going to let up until I tell you what happened."

"No chance at all." 

"There's not really much to tell," Susan started cautiously. "I was having a lesson and it was going really well, for the first time I felt really confident, I was doing everything right. Then right at the end, there was a change in the music, it was much slower, not the same dance music at all. I don't know, but I suppose the mood changed, I held Harry a little closer... he did the same to me, and then I rested my head on his shoulder; at the end just before the music stopped I looked up and well...he kissed me, it just seemed the most natural thing in the world."

"Wow, how romantic," exclaimed Maria.

"Hmmm, well it didn't stay romantic for long," Susan gave a short laugh and bit her lip, more than slightly embarrassed, "In fact; it got pretty basic pretty quickly. I grabbed his hand and we practically ran to the bedroom... I wanted him so much; we didn't bother with any foreplay or anything, within two minutes we were at it like knives."

"Is that all?"

"Well it was for about twenty minutes, then we did it all over again."

Susan bit her lip again. "That was pretty much the pattern for the next two hours, Harry tried to make love, kissing caressing and things like that, but Maria, it's been so long, all I wanted was for us to have sex endlessly."

"Wow," said Maria again, and then lost for something to say, "Here, have some more cake." 

"And you know," and again Susan laughed a little at herself, "I haven't felt the slightest bit guilty about it, I just didn't realise how much I needed sex...needed him... I just took what I wanted."

Susan took a healthy bite of the cake and Maria observed, "But I don't suppose Harry was complaining though."

At this Susan started to giggle, "He wasn't, he couldn't have, because altogether, he managed to do it five times before he was so worn out he couldn't manage again." 

Maria whooped, "Five! Oh goodness you have been busy."

"That was only the first time, I've had two more lessons since then."

"So that's what you call it," hooted Maria, "Having lessons."

"You can laugh," responded Susan slightly more seriously, "And while I am still having the dance classes, lessons is probably an apt enough description for the après dance as well."

"What do you mean?"

"Well the next time Harry came over we had our usual dance lesson ...and you wouldn't believe it, he extended it by fifteen minutes, said I wasn't concentrating enough. Anyway, eventually he relented and we were off to the bedroom like a rocket. I thought of course that we would just carry on like we had before, but Harry was having none of it. He said, "No, I'm calling the shots tonight."

"What did that mean?" 

"What he meant was that he wanted to make love, rather than just have sex, he kissed me on the lips my ears, my neck on my boobs and even my belly. He played with me, well you know what I mean, and then eventually he parted my legs and I thought, oh this is it...but it wasn't."

"Yes," interrupted Maria breathlessly, being fairly certain what was next, "What happened?" 

"Maria," said Susan dreamily, "Harry made love to me but with his lips, his tongue; when his tongue first touched me I was so surprised, I went all tense, but it was magical, absolutely magical. He held me firmly at first but as I relaxed so did he, and Maria..." Susan stopped, lost in her memory for a moment. "I never felt anything so good in my life; it was wonderful."

Maria bit her lip too; Susan's description was stirring more than her memory.

"It seemed to go on for ages, "And eventually I came. Maria, it was huge, absolutely huge, I've never known anything like it, then when I settled down we cuddled and I started crying, I couldn't help it." Susan giggled again, "Harry thought I was upset, so I had to explain, I told him, 'Harry that was wonderful, no one has ever done that for me before,' I was so happy I could hardly bear it."

"Oh my goodness," Maria broke in "So no one, no one has ever...?"

Susan nodded, "It was the first time ever for me."

The two women were silent, each with their own thoughts for a few moments before Susan returned in more prosaic mood to her original point. "So you see what I mean, I am taking lessons but not just in dancing. It had never occurred to me before how naïve, how inexperienced I am, but," she added with determined anticipation, "It's time I learned."

"And now," announced Susan decisively "That's enough of that, I have something else I have to sort out and you may have some ideas."

"What is it?" asked Maria, as she cut herself a second slice of cake."

"A dress, more specifically a ball dress, this will be a very formal event and I don't have anything remotely suitable." 

"Do you have any ideas?"

"Not a lot but I thought I might take a trip down to Tamworth."

"Chances are the selection there might be no better than here in Hawksworth"

"Possibly, but what are the alternatives?"

"Perhaps you could get something made specially."

"By whom?" questioned Susan, "finding someone would be even harder than buying something ready made."

"How about Mr Iemma?"

"He has made things for you hasn't he?"

"Look, how about I ask him whether he will do it, and next time you come over to my place you can have a look at what he made for me... How about tomorrow morning?"

"Mmmm ok," agreed Susan, "I'll have a look, but I'm not convinced."

"Good, that's fixed then."





Later the same day Susan propped herself up on her elbows in bed, "Harry I want to talk with you for a minute."

He looked up slightly and smiled, "Yes"

"You remember Harry; remember the first time you went down on me?"

"Mmmm, I'll never forget... wonderful.

"Good, and you will also remember what I said...that I had never done that before...with anyone."

"Yes but."

"Just listen a moment, it made me start thinking," Susan hesitated a little..."I...I haven't had a lot of experience...of sex that is...what I mean is, well it has all been pretty conservative if you know what I mean."

Harry was all attention now, "Go on." 

"What I mean is... is that it has been pretty much, missionary position, in bed, with the lights out."

"And so," said Harry, beginning to realise what she was trying to say, "You are looking for...?"

"A bit of variety, I want to try some new things, at least once or twice...I may not like everything, but I want to find out. Do you think..?"

"That I might be able to help, oh yes, yes, most absolutely definitely."

"Good, you are such a sweetie," Susan leant forward and kissed him fondly, "Now," she announced breaking away, "I want to try giving you a blow job, tell me whether I'm doing it right or not."

Harry didn't respond, he was beyond words, as what Susan had asked began to sink in, but as he felt her warm breath on his rigid cock he made an effort, "Just try not to bite," he suggested hoarsely, "And don't think you have to be sucking hard all the time like porn stars do, It'll make your jaw ache. Kissing and licking and generally messing around are good, just experiment a bit see what works for us both."





"So, said Susan to Maria the following morning, "That's what I told him."

"He must have thought all his Christmas' had come at once, just imagine, nineteen almost twenty year old male has just been making love to amazingly beautiful woman, who then invites him to try out all he has ever fantasised about with her, Harry must be over the moon."

Susan giggled, "He did seem pretty pleased, especially when I practiced going down on him. After a while I began to get a good idea of how I could sort of get him going and then cool him down."

"And did you..."

"Make him come, no, not with the blow job anyway, Harry suggested it might be better to practice a few times first, said he came an awful lot, and didn't want to put me off at the first attempt. So after a while we had sex as usual...well not quite as usual, we did it doggy style which I rather liked."

Maria smiled, "I think it's just great, but that's not what you came over for. We need to talk dresses. Make another cup of coffee and give me ten minutes I'm going to get changed."

Susan did as she was asked, and a little more than ten minutes later heard Maria call out, "Hey Susan, just come out into the hallway." Again Susan followed her friends bidding, just in time to see her walk slowly down the wide curved staircase...in the red dress she had worn on her last night out with Harry. She sauntered down the last few steps then turned full circle on the marble floor... "What do you think?" 

"Wow, just wow...Mr Iemma made that, it's brilliant, fabulous, you look fantastic, I can hardly believe it, the workmanship is perfect, it fits perfectly."

"Glad you like it," grinned Maria, reflecting for a moment that it fitted a little more perfectly than it had two or three weeks earlier, but now was not the time to speculate why. "So," Maria added, "do you think it might be worthwhile, asking whether Mr Iemma might be able to do something for you?"

"Yes, definitely." 



Mid afternoon that same day Harry was feeling slightly irritated, Aunt Diane had left a message to say his mum would be calling that evening, which meant he had to cancel his lesson with Susan. However, he could not get a response from Susan's mobile phone which was obviously turned off, and finally, he had just left a job clearing out a roof-space which was not only hot dusty work, but was for a client who wanted to short pay after the job was done. Harry decided to call at Susan's, and tell her directly, that the evening lesson would have to be cancelled.

He rang Susan's bell, "No response, I might have guessed," Harry grumbled to himself and turned away... But then he heard a curious slightly muted sound, a sort of thud which as he listened was repeated every few seconds. "Ah I know where she is," and He walked around the house and up the back yard about thirty metres. There was Susan on the tennis court practicing her shots by hitting the ball repeatedly against the retaining wall on the far side.

Harry waited and watched in admiration, as Susan, in "that" tennis dress methodically hit the ball back and forth, all his irritation melted away as he did so. Eventually she missed a ball and turned to retrieve it; "Oh hello," Susan smiled, surprised to see him, "Have you been here long?"

"A few minutes, I stopped by to tell you I won't be able to make it this evening, Mum left a message to say she would be phoning."

"Oh that's a shame, but maybe we can fit one in tomorrow."

"Ok, we'll do that"

"But," said Susan, "What have you been up to, you are covered in dust and dirt."

Harry told her and responded, "But you look great, and you're wearing my favourite dress."

"Yes, I don't normally wear it to practice in, but my usual playing partners rang to say they couldn't make it today."

"I'll give you a game if you like," suggested Harry suddenly.

"I didn't know you played."

"Not lately, but I did a year or two back, and at the moment I feel like hitting something."

After a brief knock up Susan served first and was almost immediately disconcerted by Harry's unorthodox approach. She knew he was left handed but as soon as she hit the ball to his backhand side, he just switched hands and returned right handed. Susan lost the first game but as they changed over she observed, "You won't catch me out like that again." Harry grinned, Maria had told him once, that although Susan appeared very easy going she was very competitive. The next few games gradually proved Maria right, Harry hit the ball harder than Susan, and when his serve went in he usually won the point. But not enough of his first serves did go in, and while he could chase almost everything down, accuracy was not his strongest point either. Susan was more controlled and made less mistakes, and if she got a short ball, put it away with surprising power, but they were well into the set before she discovered his Achilles heel.

It was hot and both of them soon felt it, but neither was going to give up, they spoke little when changing ends and after half a dozen games Susan won back the game she had dropped. From there stalemate ensued, Harry was sweating freely, he watched the crouching intensely concentrating Susan as he prepared to serve. Susan too was soaked with effort, "You're not going to win Harry Salt," she told herself determinedly, "Just keep it in play, he'll crack"

At seven all they had been playing for almost an hour when Susan played a weak return which allowed Harry into the net. Once again he didn't put it away and Susan flogged a forehand half volley...but straight at Harry. Simple volley and he fluffed it, badly, straight into the net.

Susan turned away, a grim smile on her face, "Hmm so, he can't play the ball close to his body." 

The next few games were just as drawn out as their predecessors, but Susan now had a plan, she waited, not just for a mistake, but the right mistake. At forty thirty she drew Harry to the net and instead of trying to pass him drove the ball straight at him, again he fluffed it, this time the ball ballooned out of play.

Harry noticed her triumphant smile 'My god she's so ruthless,' he thought, 'she's not going to get away with it.' Harry now knew what Susan was trying to do, and determined not to make the same mistake again. At eight seven to Susan, the next game dragged on interminably, Harry too, was adopting a more cautious approach, and that was to prove his undoing. With a little less pace on the ball Susan had a fraction more time to play her shots but it was still she who made the first error. At forty thirty she allowed Harry an easy half court volley, and for once he got it in the middle of the racket; but his own caution was his undoing, instead of putting it away firmly, it landed short and perfectly for Susan's forehand, which she stroked firmly past Harry for the point and set.

"I won, I won," squealed Susan, jumping up and down in delight

"God I hate losing," grinned Harry, as he came to the net and put his arm round her shoulder in congratulation.

Susan threw herself into the courtside seat and took a long drink from her bottle. "I could see that you do... and that makes it sooo much better."

Harry tore off his sweat soaked shirt and put his head under the tap for a few seconds.

"And now," asked Susan invitingly, and running her hand up his leg, "What does the champion get for her prize?"

That's easy," responded Harry, he leant over and kissed her, simultaneously squeezing her breast through the thin tennis dress.

"Come on then," Susan grabbed Harry's hand and took a step towards the house."

"Hey, where do you think you're going?" 

"Indoors to claim my prize, come on."

"Oh no," responded Harry taking a firm grip around her waist, "Tennis trophies are always awarded on court, same rules for Hawksworth as Wimbledon."

"We can't, we can't possibly, it's broad daylight...someone might see us."

But Harry pressed his point, he moved in closer

"And anyway, I'm all hot and sweaty..."

"Just how I like you, hot and wet." Harry's hand started to tug on her panties.

"Oh Harry," Susan started to waver, she leant back against the high fence. 

Then she began to respond, all concern about potential spectators vanished in a few seconds. Harry ripped the stubborn panties away and they locked in a frenzied embrace. Susan yanked Harry's shorts down, and he kicked them away.

"Now," Harry growled, "Hang on." He pushed her arms so that they were outstretched high and wide above her, her hands gripped tight around the wire mesh fence. Harry fumbled a little and then Susan felt his cock pushing between her legs. Immediately she understood what to do, she raised one leg to encourage him and then in one big effort hung on the fence for a moment while she swung her legs up and around his waist.

Crucified on the fence by Harry's cock, there was little Susan could do except hang on, but she didn't need to do more. Harry thrust forward pressed her back hard against the fence, which then sprang slowly back and pushed her onto to his cock.

He gripped Susan's ass and thrust into her vigorously, the fence squeaked and groaned a little and pushed her straight back again. "Fuck me Harry, fuck me," begged Susan; he did, the main danger was, that they were so hot and sweaty, that she might slip from his hands, but they both hung on, a tangled sweating unison, intent on gratifying themselves. Susan climaxed a second or two ahead of Harry and almost threw herself off the fence at him.

"Oh God, oh God, oh God," she repeated almost endlessly as Harry grunted incoherently and came within her.

At last he stopped thrusting, carefully withdrew and stepped back; for no more than a second or two Susan hung on the fence, her face pink with effort, bedraggled hair stuck to her face and neck, her dishevelled dress filthy with sweat and dirt; yet Harry was to remember forever that at moment, to him, she had never been more lovely, or more vulnerable.

Susan dropped the few inches to the ground, her knees almost buckling before Harry took her in a close embrace, she trembled a little, perhaps with shock and it was some time before she spoke, "That was wild ...but a lovely, lovely prize." Harry said nothing revelling in how good it felt to be holding her, protecting her. A few seconds later Susan giggled, "Now I really do need to get in the house and clean myself up...I'm starting to leak big time."

Susan showered first; she like Maria had discovered Harry's affinity for cold showers and shuddered at the thought. She left the room and then returned a few minutes later as Harry took his, "I've put our clothes in the washing machine, they'll be dry in an hour or so. When you have finished, wrap yourself in a towel and come downstairs, and we'll have a snack."

Harry sat on a stool while Susan made a sandwich for them to share, she told him about her plans to get a new dress, and although not vastly interested in the particular subject, it led Harry to consider, that Susan, like Maria before her and for that matter Lois and Carol, insisted on social as well as sexual intercourse. Trixie and Bella had been different, with Trixie it had just been sex and Bella, well that was just weird, Harry had still not worked her out.

"Hey daydreamer," Susan broke into his reverie, "So you're not all that interested whether I wear Empire line, A shape or mermaid."

"Sorry I was miles away, but you would look great, even in a sack."

"Nice try, but I don't think so, now, let's take this into the lounge room and relax for a while.

Harry soon finished his sandwich, but it was now Susan that was a little distracted, "You've only taken a couple of bites." 




Educating Harry Ch. 16



Susan gave him a half smile, "I was thinking, thinking of something else. Just relax and sit back." She stood and unhurriedly took off the white bathrobe she wore, tossed it over a chair. And naked, coquettishly pirouetted.

"You like?" she asked looking down and over her shoulder at him.

"If I like a gorgeous golden haired woman, with smouldering blue eyes in a face like an angel, who has a slim, body, perfect legs, and a 'come get me' ass. If I like the fact that she has the prettiest breasts which are a fraction plumper than one might have guessed, then yes, I like, I like a lot."

"Mmmm well you're certainly paying attention now." Susan knelt on the rug in front of him. "Watch," she instructed. Susan parted the towel Harry had wrapped around himself, and carefully, reverently, she took his half erect cock in her hands. Then Susan did something she had done before, the difference this time being that Harry could see exactly what she was doing. She took his cock and rubbed it gently, very gently against her cheek. Occasionally she turned her head for a moment to give a soft kiss on his shaft. Then literally she turned the other cheek and repeated. For Harry there was a sense of extraordinary intimacy in her approach, she looked up for a moment, "Good?" 

Harry merely nodded, he could not put into words precisely what he was feeling, he only knew that it was something more than just the physical sensation.

If Harry could have read Susan's mind he would have been surprised. 'He's gone gooey,' she said to herself, 'Look at his face, he loves it.' Susan had only begun to realise in the last few days, just how much she could take control, it was a new experience for her and she liked it, a lot. 'Let's move up a gear,' she thought, and kissed the head of his cock... softly clinging for just a moment, then retreating, only to advance again a few seconds later. 

Susan teased; she licked and kissed her way around Harry's cock for a while more, and then quite suddenly, lowered her lips over him and started to suck hard, slowly and deeply. It wasn't too long before she noticed his breath start to shorten, "No not yet," she said to herself, backed away, and went back to gently rubbing him against her cheek

She then stopped altogether and looked up to encounter Harry's slightly dismayed expression, "Don't stop, please don't stop," he pleaded.

Pleased that she had him responding exactly as she wanted, Susan announced, "I am going to work on your balls," at first she cupped them in one hand but quickly complained, "They're too big," and used both hands to raise them slightly. A sudden thought occurred to her, "It's like holding the communion goblet in church...oh Lord" she giggled, "I hope I don't get into strife for thinking that." She licked carefully around them then made an attempt to take one of them into her mouth, she couldn't manage it, but just the attempt drew a sigh of approval from Harry. 

As she pondered her next move, Susan lifted Harry's balls a fraction more, and rubbed and scratched gently, very gently behind them. "Oh Susan that's fantastic," Harry burst out, "just amazing,"

She smiled again, 'Time to stop messing about,' she decided, her lips returned to Harry's cock and this time there was no equivocation, she took as much as she could, sucking hard and long. In almost no time He warned her, "Susan, I'm going to come," Susan had no intention of backing off, but she just broke away for no more than a second, "Give it to me Harry, now."

Harry Salt never responded to an instruction more willingly, semen exploded from him, and then kept coming, rope after rope into her demanding mouth. Harry rested his hands on her head as he shook in the dying spasms of his orgasm, "Susan, Susan," he gasped, "My God you're amazing, absolutely amazing."

Susan broke away from Harry's cock very carefully, looked up at him and smiled, she then put her head back and swallowed carefully...ran her tongue around her lips, and said with a very satisfied smile, "You know Harry Salt; I think you might be right." 

"And now, it's time we got dressed and you got going, you had better not be late for that phone call."





Little more than an hour later Harry was seated in front of the computer talking not only to his mother, but also his sister Melanie and her eighteen month old daughter. Harry's mother did not do social calls; even the advent of Skype and the image of the person she was talking to couldn't break her of the habit of dealing only in questions and answers.

"So you'll be here towards the end of February?"

"Yes mum."

"And you will be visiting both unis to decide which offer to take up?"

"Yes mum."

"Until you start you will be staying with us?"

"Not necessarily, I'll stay until I have made the decision where to go, but I may not actually start formal studies for a year."

"Why not, what else could you do?" Harry's mum, a lifetime academic scientist, found it difficult sometimes to think outside of the context of her own career norms.

"A job, one unrelated to academic learning or a university."

"Not more lawn mowing I hope."

"No, I've had enough of that for a lifetime, but something different...think of it as my equivalent of the Bern Patent office."

"Oh very amusing Einstein," snorted his mother, "Now I haven't anything more to say, just make sure you give us plenty of notice of your arrival, flights and so on...now I'm going to hand you over to your sister."

Mel, Harry's eldest sister was very different from her mother and appeared more interested in showing off her daughter, "This is uncle Harry, Rosie, he's mommas little brother, he'll be coming to see us soon, he's looking forward to playing with you, yes he is. And when," added Mel changing subject rapidly, "Is Uncle Harry going to tell us all about the new girlfriend Aunt Diane's been telling us about?"

Harry grinned, he knew his sister well, "If Aunt Diane's been talking to you, there's nothing more I can say is there?"

Mel laughed, "Oh come on Harry, you know Aunt Diane wouldn't tell us a thing even if you had a dozen girls, but I like something to gossip about; you've no idea what it's like going to mothers club every week, and talking endlessly about babies. We love them dearly, but the conversation sometimes is a bit...well you know."

"I don't think I do know," countered Harry, but then deciding to tease his sister a little he added, "But I have been seeing a really pretty, gorgeous woman for a little while."

"And?"

"And nothing, that's all I'm going to tell you."

"Oh go on, I'm really curious now."

"Yes, and that's how I'm going to leave it...just to wind you up."

"Meanie, not even a clue."

The brother and sister continued to tease each other for a few more minutes before bringing the call to a close.

"Hmm," said her mother to Mel, "You didn't find out any more than I did."

"Oh yes I did, first he might be looking for a job, which I might be able to help him with, and second, did you spot the second mum?"

"No what are you talking about."

"Have you ever heard him describe a girlfriend as pretty or gorgeous, I haven't, and even more important a woman? No mum, our little Harry has got it bad, and if I guess right, he hasn't fallen for some cute girl, or a chick as he used to call them, but a woman, 'a pretty gorgeous woman;' his words, and who if I'm right is probably a little bit older than Harry.

"My goodness, should we...?"

"Do anything, of course not, it's Hawksworth and you can bet your life that anything Harry gets up to, Aunt Diane knows about it almost before he does, and if Aunt Diane knows, there's nothing to worry about." 

If Harry might have been surprised by his sister' perspicacity, he would have been just as surprised to know that his lover was at the same time on the phone, rapidly developing her friendship with Joe. Joe in turn, would have been staggered had he known of Susan's torrid relationship with Harry. But neither knew anything of the other, and Susan was happy to keep it that way, she had a lover and an admirer and was thoroughly enjoying being in a position she had not known before, free to do exactly what she wanted, for herself. 

Just before Susan rang off Joe interjected, "I almost forgot is there anything you are doing over Christmas, I'll be in Sydney for a few days and I thought perhaps you..."

"Oh I'm sorry Joe, but I have already agreed to work over Christmas, the airline finds it difficult to get staff and crew over the holiday and I agreed, because I thought I would be alone with Alice being away."

"Never mind, I should have thought of it sooner."

Susan sensed his disappointment, "I'll give you a ring if there are any changes... now I'll really have to be going. Bye."





Only twenty four hours later Susan found herself asking Harry the same thing, "Are you doing anything special over Christmas? it's only a week or so away.

"Ah no, Freddy Miller warned me I would be flat out doing lawns for people who want their places looking good for Christmas visitors, but then everything stops on Christmas eve. I did have a uni friend ring me from Sydney, who asked if I would like to go with him and a few others, to a place their family has up at Byron Bay. It would be on Boxing Day for a week or so. But, I thought perhaps I might hang around here and we could..."

"We could," agreed Susan, "and there is nothing I would rather do, but I have agreed to work from Christmas Eve right through to New Year and won't be home."

Susan surprised herself at how pleased she was that Harry was at least as disappointed as Joe had been, "So really, you might enjoy a break at Byron, give you a chance to get away from me for a few days." 

"I don't want to take the risk that I might forget you, if I was away too long," he claimed gallantly.

"Would this help your memory," suggested Susan, her fingers running lightly over Harry's cock.

"Oh yes,"

"And this," as she took him firmly in hand.

"Mmm...definitely."

"And this," Harry felt her warm breath, and the gentle persuasion of her tongue.

"Unforgettable, absolutely unforgettable."





To be continued



Educating Harry Ch. 17



Chapter 17, and chapter 18 which will be posted only a day or so later, diverge slightly from the story line in the previous few chapters. Harry's character is developed in the context of his holiday with his friends, and Susan's complexity also begins to emerge, both as prerequisites to the conclusions in Chapters 19 and 20.

I hope you enjoy the story . 

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Susan threw her bag onto the kitchen table, "I never thought for a moment I would need to take so much."

"I told you that Mr Iemma was thorough," laughed Maria.

"Yes but I generally buy off the peg so I didn't know there was so much involved, 'Walk in high heels, medium heels, and even no shoes, with this bra, that bra and even that one his daughter altered.' I've been measured, poked, prodded and examined from more angles than I thought possible."

"But are you happy with the results?"

"Well obviously we haven't had the final fitting yet and I was a bit surprised Mr Iemma managed to talk me out of the blue, I was almost set on it."

Maria laughed and imitated the little Italian dressmaker, "Meesis Tremaine in blue you will be a preencess but it is my plan to make you a queen."

"He was so earnest wasn't he, but somehow I feel very sure he will get it right."

"He will, hopefully it will be ready not too long after you finish work over the Christmas break, and that reminds me, just exactly how long will you be away?"

"From Christmas eve until the second of January, possibly the third, I did not expect it to be such a concentrated session when I put myself on the roster, and none of the work will be into or out of Hawksworth.

"A whole week without sex! How will you ever manage?"

A few days later Susan put much the same question to Harry, they were stretched out on her bed recovering from a prolonged and energetic session. "What are you going to do without me for a whole week Harry?"

Despite the distraction of her breasts which Susan used to playfully massage his chest, Harry didn't hesitate, "R and R, rest and recovery, "He grinned, you've absolutely knackered me the last few days, you are a very demanding woman." he added in mock admonishment.

"I am," agreed Susan, "Very demanding and there is one special demand I want you to know about," she leaned forward with a mysterious smile on her face; "I want you, I want you to..." she whispered in his ear.

"You're kidding, you want... are you sure?"

Susan gave his ear a sharp nip with her teeth, she knelt up and looked down laughing at the very surprised Harry, "Quite sure, and you can spend the next week or so thinking about it, maybe fantasising about it, because that particular present will have to wait for the new year."

Christmas day was a quiet one for Harry, in the morning he talked to his parents and sisters in the USA where it was still Christmas Eve, and then at mid-day he took his aunt to The Club for Christmas dinner. This was organised basically as a barbecue which if the weather was good would spread out over the parkland at the back of the clubhouse, and if it was not, the stock and station agents had cleared out their warehouse close by to take the overflow. The idea had started some ears previously when a few club members had decided to pool their resources at a Christmas barbecue, it had grown and grown, and this year when Harry asked his aunt how many would attend, she guessed, "About fifteen hundred maybe a few more."

A few more was nearer the mark, and although the centrepiece was a whole steer on a spit, it was soon evident that this, as well as the several lambs, a hog roast, and turkeys, would all be welcome over the next few hours. Everything was donated by individuals and businesses with all of the ticket receipts going to local charities; it was the sort of event that only a small town or a community like Hawksworth could bring off with complete success. Harry spent the better part of the afternoon catching up with old friends and acquaintances, and eating twice as much as he really needed, until eventually in the early evening he walked home leaving his aunt behind, she would be hours yet.

Harry spent a couple of hours packing a few clothes and getting his Ute ready for the long drive to Byron Bay the next day. He checked his route, "Armidale first, then the Waterfall Way to Grafton before heading north to Ballina and Byron Bay, "Hmm, maybe nine hours, r even a bit more."

Harry had just about decided to have an early night and was making himself a drink when he heard his aunt arrive home, "I was just off to bed I didn't expect you back quite so soon."

"I have been out since mid-day, there are always so many people to say hello to, and then there are those who I haven't seen for ages, I enjoy catching up with them."

"I know what you mean," replied Harry, then he hesitated for a moment, "but although I enjoyed seeing people I know; in a vague sort of way I also felt a bit detached, almost as if I was part of their lives but they weren't really part of mine."

"That's hardly surprising Harry, because essentially it's correct; you will soon be moving on, and it's very unlikely you will be seeing anything much of Hawksworth for the next few years."

"But I and the rest of the family will come to see you."

"That Harry is based on an assumption, perhaps a false one." Harry poured the tea and just raised a quizzical eyebrow to ask what his aunt meant. To his slight surprise she explained.

"I am thinking of moving on myself, I came here with your uncle fifty years ago, I suppose that I sacrificed the chance of a legal career, but it was my choice, and our business did prove to be very successful, but..." again, Harry thought it was better to remain silent. His aunt continued, "Your uncle died three years ago, and last year your aunt Sarah became a widow too, we have been talking about it and think we might do something together."

"But you haven't decided exactly what just yet" Harry surmised.

"Correct Harry, but we both agree that two women of seventy three and seventy four should not just sit back and do nothing; given the record of longevity the women in our family have, we probably have fifteen to twenty years left and we shouldn't just fritter it away."

"Well good for you," responded Harry, unable to think of anything more constructive and realising that his aunt was not going to fill in any details, he added, "I'm going to have an early night, it's a long run to Byron, maybe ten hours, so will be leaving early in the morning."

It was barely light when Harry fired up the big V8 ute, and it seemed no time at all before he stopped to refuel in Armidale before he continued on to the Waterfall highway and then through Ebor and Nymboida to Grafton. He took a break in the early afternoon at Grafton and got a burger at a truck stop for lunch; Harry had expected the Pacific highway to be crowded with holiday traffic headed from Sydney to the North coast, and was surprised that it wasn't too heavy. Reasoning that he was probably a couple of hours ahead of the annual exodus of summer holiday makers from the south, Harry decided not to waste time and was soon back on the road. His optimism was slightly misplaced; after crossing the Clarence river at Maclean the traffic slowed to a crawl, but eventually he got to what his father years ago had christened the 'B's' country, Broadwater, Ballina, then at last Bangalow, the turn to Byron. "At least I'm not going as far as Brunswick or Burringar," muttered Harry to himself.

Harry soon found the address no more than two hundred metres from the beach and was slightly surprised that he was not the first to arrive. The front door was open and when Harry shouted, "Anybody home?" there was an unmistakeable bellow in return; "Hi Al he greeted his old uni mate, "didn't expect you here so soon."

"We drove up from Sydney after lunch yesterday...you know how nothing much happens after Christmas lunch, stopped halfway overnight and got here a couple of hours ago, the others are at the beach but should be back shortly, go and grab your bag and I'll show you where you're sleeping." This was soon done, and Harry found that he had a small room at the back of the house that was almost filled with a king size bed. He barely had time to unpack one or two essentials and take a much needed shower, when some clatter and the sound of voices and laughter indicated the others had got back.

Gary and Emma he knew well, Emma had taken some of the same courses as Harry and she and Gary, a freshly minted medicine graduate were a long standing item. Lynn was a petite attractive blonde who Harry had not met before, and to whom Al was clearly paying a close interest. "Where's the other guy then Al? What did you say his name was? Freddy wasn't it?"

Al looked nonplussed for a moment, Emma and Gary grinned knowingly at each other and Lynn explained, "Freddy is my flat mate and Freddy isn't a bloke, she's a girl, she's also Al's sister; didn't you tell Harry?" she added, directing a critical eye at Al. 

"Musta forgotten," Al excused himself lamely, "Never mind, Freddy's coming later, on the train, doesn't get here till about eight thirty."

The friends continued to chat and banter for a while until Harry announced, "I think I might go for a bit of a walk, get some of the journey stiffness out of my legs."

"I'll come with you," said Lynn, "I've been detailed to do the shopping, and you can help me carry it back."

"I'll come too," suggested Al.

"No you won't, I'm going to cross examine Harry and you'll cramp my style."

"Oh alright," Al grinned, "But don't tell her any bad stuff about me Harry."

"No danger of that, we won't have enough time, I'd hardly get started."

Harry and Lynn took a circuitous route along the beach and then back into town. "You know Harry' I don't really want to ask you lots of questions about yourself, because Al has told me quite a bit already."

"Is that a good thing?" 

"Mostly I guess, he said you were a brainiac, but not really a nerd or a spock...his words, he also told me that you started very young at Uni and some of the girls adopted you like you were their little brother, or may be even their own kid." 

Harry grinned, "Not entirely inaccurate," he admitted, "on maths and science courses, women are a distinct minority and tend to get a lot of attention, they in turn probably paid me a bit of attention, to keep the more obvious predators off their backs."

Lynn shook her head decisively, "Too glib, I think they just liked you; in any case," she teased Harry laughing, "Al told me that after a year or two some of those 'big sisters' started to behave in a very un-sisterly way." 

Harry just smiled and said nothing.

"Anyway, what has Al told you about me?"

"Not a lot," admitted Harry, "In fact until a few days ago, I had never heard your name mentioned."

"Interesting, and my guess is that's not normal."

"Well umm, not exactly"

"I think Al's attitude to women in the past might have been..." Lynn hesitated, "More a find 'em, fuck'em and forget'em approach."

"Oh I don't know," protested Harry weakly, knowing only too well how much Lynn was on the money.

"I'll take that as an admission," laughed Lynn, pleased she had got it right, "And I'll tell you something Harry, we've been going out together almost six weeks and I haven't given Al the chance to forget anything yet."

"What, you mean... you haven't."

"No, not once."

"Wow, Al must be absolutely nuts about you, he used to say he only played by the three date rule, well that's what he said, probably only boasting."

"Almost certainly," agreed Lynn firmly, "But you know, if he wasn't so keen and I wasn't so keen too, I wouldn't have held out this long... it's horrible getting dumped when you're really keen on someone. Does that make sense?"

"I think so," responded Harry doubtfully, "So you think that if you had jumped into the cot with Al at the beginning he might have lost interest just as quickly."

"Something like that, and I didn't want to get hurt again."

Harry thought it would be diplomatic not to ask what lay behind that comment; they were silent for a while.

"Now," announced Lynn changing the subject altogether, "I suppose that seeing you thought Freddy was a man you know nothing about her?" 

"That's right, why should I?"

"I'm not sure but let me explain; Freddy and I have been flatmates for two years and we have known each other since kindergarten, some people find her a bit intimidating, but I'm very fond of her, she's my best friend."

"Why intimidating?"

"Freddy's hyper smart, and she might do better sometimes not to make it quite so obvious, but she's a lawyer, and isn't always as sensitive as she might be."

"You mean, subtle as a train smash."

"Mmm, something like that, anyway, she has gone through life sweeping all before her, winning all the prizes, even getting a university medal, and basically never knowing what it's like to fail. Recently though she had a bust up, a very messy, nasty bust up with her man, Al knows about that, but he has no idea what a gold plated total asshole this guy is. I'm not going to give you the details."

"But why are you telling me all this?"

"Simple, Gary and Emma are pretty preoccupied with each other; I guess that Al and I might be similarly involved in the next day or so."

"So chances are that Freddy and I as the unattached members of the party will see a lot of each other."

"Right," Lynn confirmed, "And I just want to ask you, be kind to her, she'll probably, well she'll almost certainly bite your head off at some point, but try to understand."

"Mmm ok, I'll see how it goes."

"Great, now this evening I expect that Al will ask you to pick Freddy up from the train, will you do that please?" 

Harry laughed, "Oh no, Al won't be doing that."

Lynn stopped, confused.

"He won't be asking me..."Because he already has." 

And so it was, that with a minute or two before eight thirty that evening, Harry found himself at the station waiting for Freddy. Waiting was the right word, because the first thing he discovered was that the train was running late, but Harry, knowing the unlikelihood of a country train being on time had brought a book to read. When it eventually arrived, half an hour behind schedule, he was surprised at the number of passengers who got off, but he figured that whoever was left would probably be Al's sister. After a minute or so there was only one obvious candidate, a young dark haired woman who was looking about her as if searching for someone. "Excuse me; are you Al's sister Freddy? He asked me to come and pick you up."

"I am, I suppose Al is too busy with Lynn so he sent you along."

"Pretty much," agreed Harry amiably, "I'm Harry Salt, can I take your bag for you?"

"No, I'll handle it," responded Freddy gracelessly.

They walked across the car park without speaking, Freddy felt tired after the long journey, and irritated that her brother hadn't bothered to turn up. Harry having been forewarned, was determined not to let Freddy get under his skin, he was struck on looking at her a little more closely how much she reminded him of Lois, taller but with a similar slightly sallow complexion, and at first impression a similar, rather self contained personality. She did not as yet appear to have the same smile which lit up Lois' face from time to time. Harry pulled back the tarp on the ute and put her bag in, "Jump in," he suggested. Freddy had no more to say on the two minute journey to the house, but at least she didn't object this time when Harry carried her bag for her.

The others had all gone out; "Where is everybody sleeping?" asked Freddy.

"Gary and Emma have one room, I have the small room out the back, you are sharing with Lynn, and Al is using the fold down in the sitting room.

"Good," responded Freddy with vindictive satisfaction, "At least that means Lynn still has enough sense to keep my oaf of a brother at bay."

"Well," said Harry "At least I know now that you can smile," and before Freddy could reply he added, "would you like to freshen up after your journey, maybe take a shower and if you like I'll get you something to eat. 

"I'll take a shower," acknowledged Freddy, "trains always make me feel grubby, I'll eat something afterwards, but not too much" 

Freddy emerged ten minutes later wrapped in a light housecoat. "It's on the table" Harry told her.

Freddy sat down and was surprised at the trouble he had taken; a small mixed green salad dressed in oil and balsamic vinegar, with two or three king prawns and some bread, which Harry had freshened up by heating in the oven. It looked good, "Thanks," acknowledged Freddy curtly, Harry continued to read the book he had picked up. They remained silent until Freddy had finished, "I'm going to bed, I'm exhausted."

An hour later Gary and Emma returned followed almost immediately by Al and Lynn, "How's Freddy," asked Al.

"She's fine, but very tired, already gone to bed."

"How is she really?" asked Lynn a minute or two later when she had Harry on her own.

"Cranky as hell," admitted Harry, "But she'll come round, I'm gonna drive her mad by being nice."

At about the time Harry had left Armidale Susan was in a cab on the way to Sydney airport from her hotel. She received a phone call, there was a problem with the plane; "Mrs Tremaine we carried out the necessary check and we have to get a replacement part sent up from Melbourne, departure will be delayed by at least six hours. We'll call you with an update later."

Susan asked the driver to stop, "Flight's been cancelled," she explained, "Let's go back," but then she had a second thought, and scrambled in her bag for her mobile phone. "Ah here it is," she said to herself, and quickly rang the number she had found. A female voice answered; "Oh," responded Susan slightly surprised, "I thought this was Joe Callaghan's number."

"It is," came the reply, "Joe has just stepped out for a few minutes, I'm his sister, Maggie, who shall I say called?"

"Could you tell him Susan rang, Susan Tremaine, my flight's been delayed for a few hours, and I rang on the off chance we might catch up for a while."

Maggie thought rapidly, she had heard a lot about Susan. "Where are you staying?" Susan told her. "Oh that's practically next door to where Joe is, why don't you just call in to see him, take down this address."

Susan hesitated, "I don't know that I should... that is land on him unexpectedly."

"Nonsense," replied Maggie decisively, "He'll be furious with me if you don't drop in, we'll see you in about twenty minutes," and without giving Susan the chance to disagree she broke off the call.

"Whatever made you invite someone else over, there's a dozen of the family here already," complained Maggie's mother Ellie. 

Maggie grinned, "Ok mum, I'll just ring Susan back and tell her not to come."

"Susan, not Susan Tremaine?" Ellie burst out in surprise, "Don't you dare, and Joe will be so pleased; oh you are a clever girl Maggie. Now where is Joe, in the garden I think, I'll just go and tell him."

"No mum, let it be a surprise, I want to see his response."

"Mmm yes, yes, you are a clever girl Maggie."

It took Susan's cab rather more than twenty minutes to find the address, enough time for her to decide that Maggie's notion of 'practically next door' was hazy to say the least, but in any event, Susan paid the cabbie and rang the bell of a rambling old house in a quiet street at Darling Point. She vaguely remembered that Joe had told her his parents lived there. Maggie made sure she answered the bell, "Come in," she greeted Susan, and having ushered her through the door added, "I didn't expect to see you in a uniform."

"I was already on my way to work, to take a flight down to Melbourne."

Maggie took Susan into the lounge where Ellie met her, "So lovely to see you again, such a nice surprise." At that moment Susan heard a peal of laughter and conversation through the French doors from the garden, "Oh my goodness you have a family party, I shouldn't have come."




Educating Harry Ch. 17



"It's only a bit of a get together," Ellie assured her, lying airily, "People pretty much come and go as they please."

Susan wasn't convinced, but there was an interruption as a tall gangly girl of about fifteen came in from the garden. "This is my younger daughter Carrie. Carrie, tell my little brother that he has a visitor."

"Who shall I say it is?" asked Carrie looking directly at Susan.

"Don't say, just tell him he has a visitor."

A few seconds later Joe appeared in a barbecue apron and with very black hands, "Had a bit of an accident with the charcoal," he started to explain, then, "Susan! this is terrific, I never thought...how did you get here, what are you doing in that uniform?" 

"It's all down to your sister," laughed Susan, "if I had known it was a family party I wouldn't have come. Now stand still while I give you a kiss and don't dare touch me, You're filthy. She did so, "Now run along and get cleaned up."

For the next four hours or so, Susan enjoyed herself far more than she would ever have anticipated, she was swept up into a family party which comprised more than a dozen people, including Ellie, her husband John, Maggie her younger sister Jane, their husbands, and five or six children. It was apparently a fixture at John and Ellie's home every Boxing day. Susan as an only child with one daughter of her own, had little experience of big family get togethers, but soon realised that they were all aware of her by report at least, and the younger ones clearly assumed she was their uncle's girl friend. Susan didn't know whether to be pleased, consternated or amused but decided on balance to go along with their assumption.

At one of the rare breaks in the conversation Joe announced with mock seriousness, "I should tell you all that I have a bone to pick with Susan."

"And what might that be," smiled Susan.

"When I was up in Hawksworth I told Susan at great length how I was learning to fly, but she never said a word that she has been flying for years."

"I did, well I said I was involved in operations not just accounts...and I told you one of the reasons I didn't drink was because work didn't allow it"

"Yes but I thought... and you never let on that you flew yourself."

"What did you think Joe, what did you think exactly?" asked Susan innocently.

"I, umm."

"I think, that Joe is trying to tell you that he assumed I was an air hostess, a hostie."

"Oh no, Uncle Joe how could you?" Carrie burst out laughing,

"I know, I was mortified," claimed Susan mercilessly, "Joe thought I was a hostie... a trolly dolly."

"You couldn't be," declared a very serious fourteen year old Thomas, "Four stripes means captain, so Susan is captain; do you fly jets?" he added breathlessly." Susan nodded.

"That," declared Thomas, "is cool...seriously cool."

"Thomas you are dead right," agreed Joe extricating himself, "Susan is seriously cool"

Much later in the afternoon Maggie, Jane and their families left, leaving just Joe, Susan and his parents; "I don't know whether you have heard Susan," said John, "But our company is looking at the possibility of purchasing the company or possibly the assets of what was your family company, which you sold to WGG a couple of years ago."

"I was aware of it," responded Susan guardedly, "but if that is the case, I'm not too sure that I should talk about it. There are certain contingencies written into the original agreement we made with WGG, which, whilst most unlikely, could just possibly come into play. I'm also still a trustee of the old pension fund for our former employees, and I was, for just a few months a Director of WGG... I wouldn't like to run the risk of breaking any confidences."

"Quite so my dear, I shouldn't have brought it up...understand your position completely."

John did indeed understand, and more completely than Susan realised, he had it from an unimpeachable source that Susan had resigned from the WGG board after having a major difference of opinion with them over what she saw as their rash financial management. He had wondered whether Susan might say exactly what she thought, but the fact that she had dead batted his invitation to talk about them impressed him even more.

It was at that moment Susan's phone rang asking her to report to the airport in an hour for duty; "I'll take you," Joe declared, and within five minutes they were on their way.

Ellie and John stood in the doorway for a few moments until the car turned at the end of the street. "Well darling, what do you think?

"Besides the obvious, that she's absolutely gorgeous and delightful...She's also very canny and smart; Joe is smart but I suspect our son has fallen for someone even smarter than himself."

"I agree," responded Ellie, and added mischievously, "Like father like son?"

"Just so, just so," agreed her husband with a smile.

They re-entered the house, "I just hope Joe doesn't mess it up...like he did with, what was her name, that dreadful woman Marcia?"

"Marcia Meyer," declared Ellie with forceful distaste, "Can be left to me."

"But I understood that your committee had invited her to your shindig."

"I invited her myself, told her it was time we buried the hatchet."

"Oh," responded John Callaghan, "I see;" he now had a quite precise notion of where Ellie planned to bury said hatchet. "Nothing I hope that would stand in the way of Joe's ambitions with Susan."

"Nothing at all," confirmed his wife, "Joe is being very well advised."

"Not by you surely," laughed John, "You know that children never take notice of their parents."

Ellie gave a pained expression, "Of course not, Diane told Joe very firmly how he should go about it, when she picked us up from Hawksworth airport a few weeks ago. She told him that Susan would not make an emotional commitment lightly, told him to stop trying to sweep her off her feet. Diane suggested that with the sale of their business a couple of years ago, her parents removal to the coast last June, and Alice, her daughter, starting Uni in February she thought Susan had been very pre-occupied with her life in Hawksworth, but after Alice is settled at Uni, things will likely fall into place quite quickly."

"Clever girl...you I mean," explained John, "Getting Diane on side, that's bringing in the heavy artillery."

"I thought so, after all she is on the spot ... though she did give Joe one very dubious piece of advice. 

"And what was that?" 

"Diane suggested he should be more patient and conduct himself with a little more grace... 'Like your father,' she said."

John stopped surprised, "Did she say that! ...Sensible woman Diane Salt, I've always said so."

Susan had rather less chance to go over her meeting with Joe's family. After Joe dropped her at Mascot airport she was soon involved in preparations for the flight, and then the trip itself to Melbourne. On arriving in Melbourne she was told that she needed to deadhead to Adelaide to replace a pilot there for the following morning. However, when she settled into the passenger seat for the short trip to Adelaide she went over the afternoon in her mind. Susan was still a little surprised at how much she had enjoyed her time with the Callaghan family, and it made her realise that being an only child and having few relatives, it was a new experience for her.

Joe was obviously delighted at her unexpected arrival, and it pleased Susan that he was so pleased; but not as pleased as he was when she kissed him goodbye. It had been not so much a kiss as a totally over the top snog, Susan recollected with a smile, she had never before been in the position to manipulate a man, no matter how gently, she decided she liked it.

Joe's response to the day was much simpler when he later responded to his mother's observation that he seemed very happy; "As a pig in mud mum, a pig in mud."

To be continued...



Educating Harry Ch. 18



This chapter is, more than any other, about Harry and his friends outside of Hawksworth.





When Harry woke up the next morning in Byron, Susan had already been at work for several hours fifteen hundred kilometres away in Adelaide. "Where is everyone?" Harry asked.

"Al and Lynn are at the beach; Al's trying to show Lynn he can stay on a board for more than five seconds," grinned Emma, "He gets so pissed off that she's a much better surfer than him."

"And you two girls love to tell him, don't you," laughed Gary.

"Well," confirmed Harry, "It's never too early in the day to start giving Al a hard time."

"That's true enough," agreed Freddy as she walked into the room, "Where is Lynn and her pet oaf?"

"At the beach; would you like tea or coffee?" asked Harry.

"Neither thanks, I'll stick to water."

As if on cue, the fly screen door banged open and Al hopped painfully into the room, he was bleeding slightly from his knee.

"What happened?" 

"Oh Lynn was dumped by this huge wave and I dived in to rescue..." began Al expansively.

"No he didn't," interrupted Lynn, she had just followed Al in carrying all their gear; "Al tripped over his own feet crossing the road."

"I liked my story better," grinned Al.

"You'd better get that cleaned up," suggested Gary, "Get the grit out."

"Are you volunteering," responded Al, "After all you are the budding doctor."

"Nah, I'm gonna be a psychiatrist, this is nurse's work."

Freddy intervened, "I've got some Savlon, or something like that in my bag, you clean off the grit Lynn and I'll just go and get it."

"How about that," declared Al, "It takes my little sister to show some sympathy."

"Oh come on you big wuss," laughed Lynn, "it's just a big graze with a small shallow cut."

Freddy returned bottle in hand, "Hold his leg firmly Gary, it might tickle a bit." Freddy tipped a generous amount of liquid onto a pad of tissues and placed it firmly over the cut.

"Holy sheeeeit," yelled Al, "What the hell is that, my God it stings."

"It's a bit of, 'or something like that,' I didn't have any Savlon," smiled Freddy malevolently, "It's old fashioned iodine." She applied another generous amount, much to Al's consternation.

"You know," suggested Gary "It would probably be just as good not to cover it, after breakfast if we go down to the beach again, let the sea water clean it off that would probably be as good as anything."

"Not only that," suggested Harry unhelpfully, "Your major injury will give you a good excuse not to make an ass of yourself on a board, you can have a nice safe paddle in the shallows."

Al was immune to micky taking; in fact he enjoyed it, and probably most of all when it was aimed at him. "Come on, that's enough of that, lets have something to eat."

After breakfast they fell into a routine that was to prevail over most of their stay, time on the beach, where Gary and Lynn in particular liked to surf and Al's big frame spent a lot of time swimming, he was no surfer but would spend hours tirelessly swimming to nowhere in particular. Emma had found a second hand bookshop and indulged herself with trashy novels; Harry teased her that it was an odd choice for a geneticist, but Emma didn't care, "They're like fairy tales for adults Harry, pure escapism."

Freddy was the odd one out, she went for a swim, read the paper but more often than not took herself off on long walks, she was clearly pre-occupied with her own thoughts, and although Harry asked if she would like him to come with her, it was made quite clear that she would rather he didn't . "Got the brush off there Harry," observed Lynn. "You're too nice to her," added the usually equable Emma, "What Freddy needs is someone or something to give her a good kick up the butt...shake her out of her self pity, she's becoming a bit of a pain."

But after two or three days Freddy surprised them one morning, "Gary, is there any chance you could lend me your car, I thought I'd like a change of scenery and go up to Murwillumbah for the day, and maybe walk up Mount Warning."

"Sorry Freddy, can't help you, the car's only insured for me and Emma to drive."

"Oh, how about your ute Harry, I didn't really want to use that fuel guzzling monster but..."

"It doesn't guzzle anything, it runs on LPG but it's the same answer as Gary's, it's only insured for me to drive, but," Harry added, "I wouldn't mind a change of scenery myself, I'll take you if you like."

"Oh, I had hoped to get away by myself a bit, but if you don't mind, maybe tomorrow."

"Ok," grinned Harry, ignoring her graceless response, "We'll leave at eight tomorrow morning."

If Harry thought Freddy's mood had improved, he was reminded forcefully that evening that it had not. Harry and Freddy had both gone to bed early, but at about midnight, Harry was woken up by a furious Freddy who burst into his room.

"Lynn and Al are driving me mad, I woke up an hour ago, they were making so much noise."

"Noise making, what d'you mean?" questioned Harry, who was still only half awake.

"Screwing! protested Freddy angrily, "Screwing each other in the bed right next to me."

Harry was by now sufficiently awake to realise there was no reasoning with her.

"I tried sleeping on the damn couch in the living room but it's as uncomfortable as hell and it just made me angrier."

"Well that's true enough," thought Harry.

"So, move over, there's plenty of room for two in here."

"What," exclaimed a startled Harry, "You want to sleep with me?"

"Want to! It's the last thing I damn well want, but there's no alternative;" Freddy yanked back the doona. "Oh my god, you're naked!"

"Why the hell shouldn't I be?" Despite his resolution not to, Harry was getting pretty angry himself.

"Well I'm past caring anyway, said Freddy flinging herself into bed, "Just don't come anywhere near me...Don't even think about it," she added as she turned her back to him.

Harry lay still for a few seconds, still totally pissed off with Freddy, angry despite his resolution not to be, he leant over and tapped her on the shoulder.

She looked up. "What the hell d'you want?"

"Why," said Harry levelly, smiling at her, "Why would you imagine that anybody, anybody at all, for even a split second, would be even remotely interested in a vile tempered virago like you?"

Freddy made as if to respond for a moment but in the event said nothing, just furiously pulled the doona around herself and turned her back on Harry. She was still incensed but now it was with Harry, and not even for what he had said: "He's laughing, laughing at me, the bastard," she muttered in rage to herself.

Harry's feelings were more mixed in one sense he was almost relieved to have stuck it to Freddy after her incessant low level provocation, but almost straight away he began to wish he hadn't been quite so vicious. Pride, however, ensured that neither of them made any concessions and it was a long time before either fell asleep.

Not surprisingly, they both overslept; in the morning. Freddy dragged herself out of bed and found that Emma was the only one left in the house. "Where's Harry?" she asked.

"I think he's gone for a walk and the others are at the beach, weren't you two supposed to be going up to Mount Warning today?"

"I doubt it now," replied Freddy ruefully, "We had a bit of a row last night,"

"A bit of a row, yes we heard, at least we heard you."

"Sorry," responded Freddy, without much conviction, "I was mad, mad at Al really, but then Harry was there so he copped it, then he said something really mean, and do you know what, he laughed at me, the rotten bastard, he laughed at me."

Emma thought plenty but said nothing, Freddy made herself a coffee and sat down thinking for a while; "Emma, do you think I'm a virago, a vile tempered virago?" 

Emma was diplomatic, "I guess only you can answer that... did he really call you that?"

Freddy gave a ghost of a smile and nodded, "Yes he did and I suppose the truth is I was, but," added Freddy with renewed determination, "I'm damned if I'm going to admit that to him."

"Up to you I suppose, but don't think you'll get the better of Harry that easily, he's tougher than he seems, well not so much tough, but resilient, you'll wear yourself into a frazzle if you take him on."

"Oh come on he's just a kid." 

"I've known Harry for more than three years," grinned Emma, "And the first thing you should know, is that in a few minutes he'll come through that door and ask if you're ready to go, he'll just ignore last nights fracas."

"You reckon?"

"Yeah I reckon."

Emma was right, and Freddy was surprised but ready

"Have you got anything to eat and a change of clothes?" asked Harry.

"No, just a bottle of water."

"Hmm, well as we are late starting, we'll stop in Murwillumbah for coffee and maybe something to eat, it'll only take us an hour or so to get there and then another twenty minutes drive onto Mount Warning."



They soon made the short run out to the Pacific highway and turned north for a few miles before taking the Tweed valley road towards Murwillumbah. "Weather's beginning to look a bit uncertain," observed Harry, "Let's hope these few clouds don't come to anything."

Neither Harry nor Freddy were much in the mood for conversation, but the initially tense atmosphere gradually relaxed, and in rather less than an hour they crossed the River Tweed into the town. They quickly found a café and as neither had eaten much breakfast, both opted for a bacon butty.

"What do you want to do at Mount Warning?" asked Harry, "Anything particular in mind."

"I'd like to try the summit track, from a leaflet I picked up in Byron it said three to four hours.

"That's pretty generous; I did it years ago with my sisters a fair bit quicker than that. It will be wet underfoot; they have had a lot of rain in the last week or so."

Harry stopped on the way back to the ute to buy some sandwiches a couple of buns and some water.

"This isn't a big expedition, we won't need all that"

"You might be surprised, it's a stiff climb, though not all that long and it's a hot sticky day, so you'll be ready for something when we get to the top."

It was a twenty minute drive to the car park at the foot of the mountain, and at almost exactly eleven o'clock they set out on the walk. It was soon obvious to Harry that Freddy had put last nights row to the back of her mind, and was in a better mood than at any time since he had picked her up from the station.

Freddy was unfamiliar with the huge buttressed rain forest trees which they picked their way through and clearly enjoyed the change of scenery. They didn't talk much, especially when the track began to get steeper and the going harder. Then the well known, one thousand steps started. Soon they encountered some people coming down who had obviously started early. There was a brief shower, but they were already wet because of the high humidity. By the time they were close to the top, another party on the return told Harry and Freddy they were the last ones on the track. 

Eventually they got to the top and looked over the magnificent view of the old crater and the mountains beyond. Harry handed Freddy a water bottle and they both took a drink. Harry then turned and looked towards the south. "Hey Freddy look at that, we had better get out of here." Away to the south and moving swiftly towards them was a massive black cloud. "O Lord," exclaimed Freddy, "We are going to get a soaking." 

They started down straight away, at first there were a few large drops, then it became very dark and the rain teemed down. "Let's just keep going Freddy, because we don't know when it might stop and there's no shelter anyway. Just take it easy, don't rush."

They were both soaked to the skin within thirty seconds, but the rain lashed down without remission. The steps were immediately turned into mini waterfalls, the path into a muddy shallow stream and it was miserable pressing on as the weather gave no sign of giving up. Then as suddenly as it had started, the rain stopped. "Are you alright?" asked Harry.

"Ok, but I'm getting a bit chilly with all this rain"

"We'll have something to eat," suggested Harry, and he gave her a bun.

"Ok thanks, now we had better keep going."

They made good progress for ten minutes or so unhampered by any rain when suddenly and for no obvious reason Freddy slipped, falling off the steps in the path they were negotiating. At first everything seemed well as she had fallen on her backside, Harry was with her in a moment and saw straight away that her face was white as a sheet. "My ankle Harry, oh Christ my ankle hurts. I turned it over." 

Harry felt it gently, "Well I don't think you've broken it, but it's already swelling so at the least you have sprained it badly.

"Harry, I don't think it's going to get any better, so if you can help me, I think we should get back on the path."

Freddy couldn't put her foot to the ground, Harry suggested a way forward "On these steps cut into the path, I'll hang onto you and move down a step, then you hop down that step on your good foot, while I support you on your injured side." This worked though very slowly and Freddy soon remembered the leaflet which said there are over one thousand steps on the climb, how many had they done so far? No more than two maybe three hundred.

And then things got worse, it started to rain again and their progress went from painfully slow to snails pace. The rain flogged down on them and twice, then a third time Harry slipped and Freddy came tumbling down upon him. She never complained once, but Harry could sense that she was getting desperately tired.

They were to remember the next three hours with a clarity that they would both have cheerfully done without, one step, one hop, one step, one hop they crawled their way down the mountain. They barely spoke at all; they were concentrating so hard on just moving forward until at last Harry shouted above the racket of the storm. "That's the last of the steps Freddy, just the walk to the car park now."

But Freddy was almost beaten, the pain of her ankle and the shock had knocked the stuffing out of her, "I've got to rest Harry, just for a minute." 

"Ok but not for long, here get this sandwich into you, and have some more water."

Freddy laughed almost hysterically, "More water, more damn water, there's bloody water everywhere."

Harry too, despite their predicament laughed with her but they both realised they had to get moving again. Within two hundred metres Harry realised they had a major problem, Freddy just couldn't go on, the constant jarring of her injured foot had become unbearable and she was completely exhausted. "Come on" said Harry "There's only a kilometre or so to go, I'll have to carry you."

Freddy was just too tired and cold to argue, Harry bent down and hoisted her on his shoulder with a fireman's lift. Although he had to stop every hundred metres or so for a break, they made quite good progress for the first time in almost four hours. At last through the teeming rain Harry saw the welcome sight of his ute a little distance ahead of them.

He soon got Freddy onto the passenger seat and pulling back the tarp found the sports bag he was looking for. Harry got into the cab with Freddy; "this is my emergency kit" he explained I've got stuff in here I hope I never really need but today it might be handy. He pulled a big beach towel out first; "Get your shirt off... and your bra."

Harry towelled her soaked hair vigorously, "Now shorts, panties, socks and boots, get them all off... I've got a change of clothes for you."

Harry helped her with her boots; taking the right one off caused a suppressed gasp of pain but Freddy put up with it, Harry was concerned when he saw just how much her ankle had swollen, but was distracted as Freddy started to giggle, "I never thought, never, that when we set out this morning that I'd end up stark naked in your ute."

"Ah well, "You never know your luck, now get this on," He handed her an old tee shirt and a pair of his shorts that he had dug out of the bag.

Harry then dried off and tidied himself up as best he could, he had run out of dry clothes so decided to just sit on the towel in his wet gear. "Ok Freddy lets go."

Freddy had never heard a more welcome sound as the V8 roared into life but just as Harry edged the ute towards the car park entrance a four wheel drive came lumbering towards them its headlights blazing. It was the park rangers. "Are you alright?" yelled the driver over the storm, "D'you know if there is anyone else still on the summit walk?" They confirmed that they were the last, and Harry added, "We had an accident, Freddy has hurt her ankle."

"I'll get my mate to look at it; she was a nurse before she joined the park's service."

The second ranger jumped out and came around to look at Freddy's foot. "Don't think it's broken," she announced feeling it carefully, "But it looks like at least a bad sprain."

Then the first ranger asked, "Where are you headed?"

"Back into Murwillumbah, and then down to Byron where we are staying."

"Not a chance, there's been a truck accident just outside the town, a semi trailer slid and blocked the whole road, nothing serious but all the emergency services are really stretched at the moment and there's flash floods every where. "Your best bet is to head down the road and instead of turning left for Murwillumbah take a right to Uki, it's a small village on the Kyogle road only about fifteen minutes from here." He scrawled a note, "Go to this place, it's a Bed and Breakfast, and tell Mrs Seagram that Clarrie sent you. You'd do better to avoid travelling any further this evening, because we don't even know which roads are flooded and which aren't, it's all changing by the minute. 

"Ok thanks."

"We don't seem to have much choice Harry," said Freddy, "Mrs Seagram here we come." They headed off and Harry soon turned onto the Kyogle road. "Uki, weird name for a place but here's an even odder one, Dum Dum," but Freddy was taking no notice, she had fallen fast asleep.

As Harry turned into the address he had been directed to, the rain almost to add insult to injury came to a sudden halt. Even before Harry rang the bell, the door opened and a neat middle aged woman appeared.

"Mrs Seagram?"

"That is me," she agreed in the precise accent of an Edinburgh Scot, "Clarrie rang to say you would be along. Let me show you your room." The room was in fact a small two roomed timber cottage, Harry guessed a converted old timber getters cottage, it consisted of a kitchen /sitting room and a bedroom.

"I understood there were two of you."

"There are but Freddy, she's still in the ute...she fell asleep as we left the car park, she's exhausted.

"Then you had better bring her in and make the wee lassie comfortable," instructed Mrs Seagram, Harry did as she suggested with a grin, Mrs Seagram was obviously used to being in charge.

Harry slid Freddy's legs round and taking one arm slung her over his shoulder as he had before.

"Oh the poor wee child, you're carrying her like a sack of potatoes," scolded Mrs Seagram, nevertheless she held the door open for Harry as he brought Freddy in and deposited her on the sofa. Not surprisingly this woke Freddy up thoroughly, "Are we already here," and that being confirmed, Mrs Seagram told him, "Get your young lady in the shower, then get her wrapped up warm."

"Yes I will," confirmed Harry, "oh and could you tell me, will we be able to get a meal at the pub later."

"Ye'll no be going to any pub," the redoubtable Scots woman declared severely, "Get yourselves cleaned up and I'll bring you something hot within the hour."

Freddy and Harry did as she had recommended, and Harry as soon as he found some towelling housecoats in the closet, decided to put all their clothes through the washing machine. Mrs Seagram was true to her word and on the hour there was a knock on the door. Harry answered it to an enormous young man who carried a loaded tray. The young man ducked under the door and announced, "I'm Georgie, wee Georgie me mam calls me...because I'm the youngest," he explained, "Mam asked me to bring over dinner for you, said you'd feel better when you were fed."




Educating Harry Ch. 18



Georgie left and Freddy immediately had a fit of the giggles, "Now I know why 'wee Georgie's mam' was bullying you, she was just treating you like one of her family."

"Oh my goodness," Freddy added, "We'll never manage to eat all this, what is it anyway?"

"My guess is that it's steak and kidney pudding, "we had something like it when I travelled to England with dad a few years ago.'

Despite Freddy's doubts, they soon realised that they were both seriously hungry, and half an hour later had finished it all. They then turned their attention to the thankfully more modest portions of apple pie and cream.

"Oh that was good," Freddy stretched out. "I'm going to read for a while and then have an early night."

Things didn't quite go to Freddy's plans; a few minutes later a knock on the door heralded the arrival of Mrs Seagram, "Good, you've eaten well; something inside you always does the trick when you're cold and wet. This sort of rain can chill you, even in summer." 

"I hope we didn't deprive your family of their dinner Mrs Seagram."

"Never you mind lassie, what you had would be nobut a wee snack to my boys... not that it would do any of them any harm to go without once in a while," she added severely. "Now make sure you have an early night, and don't worry about getting up early tomorrow, you need the sleep."

"Clarrie called in for a few minutes a while back," Mrs Seagram added turning to Harry, "He told me how ye got the lassie off the mountain and carried her the last of the way... ye did well... for a wee skinny laddie," she finished as she left through the door.

"A wee skinny laddie," sniggered Freddy.

"Go on, hop off to bed, she was right about that, I'll clean up and sort the washing out."

Harry busied himself just tidying up and sorting out the washing from the drier for ten minutes or so. Then realising their friends didn't know where they were he rang Al and told him, Al would have stayed on the phone to chat, but Harry didn't feel like it and rang off on the excuse that it was a bad line. He put the phone down and yawned, 'Might as well have an early night myself' he thought but when he went into the bedroom, Harry was in for a surprise. Freddy was sitting up in bed looking very sombre with tears running steadily down her cheeks.

"What's the matter?" 

"Everything," Freddy held out her arms beseechingly.

Harry sat on the bed next to her and she clung closely to him. "Everything's the matter; everybody has been so nice, so damn nice... Clarrie the ranger was nice, his mate, she stood in the pouring rain, just to check my ankle, Mrs Seagram is so kind even if she pretends to be grumpy, and you, you..." but at this point Freddy dissolved in tears again.

Harry didn't have a clue what to say, let alone do, so he decided just to hang on and say nothing, it was probably a good choice because after a loud sniff Freddy continued, "And I have been a total bitch ever since you picked me up from the train." Harry wouldn't have disagreed but thought it best to just give her a reassuring squeeze. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," wailed Freddy, "but it's all because of that asshole, that total bastard." 

An older more experienced man might have anticipated what was coming next... and run a mile, but Harry wasn't, and was soon on the listening end of a highly emotional outburst, a combined confession about, and character assassination of Freddy's former lover, an older married man, her former supervising partner at the law firm. In a long and rambling account, the usually incisive Freddy gave vent to every feeling, every frustration, and every piece of invective she could think of. She never mentioned his name but, he had deceived her, seduced her, used her, dumped her, but most of all, a naïve, but brilliant, over confident Freddy, had been humiliated in front of her friends and peers. Freddy clearly did not like humiliation.

She then told Harry, how after it was over she had been called into a meeting with the partner managing staff and it had been suggested that, "It might be in your own interests if you pursued her career elsewhere." Freddy's ex, it was explained, "Had not written up his report yet of her work under his mentorship, but if he did, it would show that her performance had sadly declined, so perhaps it would be in her own best interests if she resigned."

"I never thought," raged Freddy, "That no matter how badly things had ended between us, the bastard would try to destroy my career; after all, I was already working with a different partner."

Harry nodded without really understanding.

"But you know Harry, what saved it for me was the bitch sitting in with the staff partner, she was a junior partner and was gloating, positively smirking over the fix I was in. It made me determined not to just capitulate, but I knew I had to have time to think, so I said I would think about what they had said and talk to them the next day.

"So you got it sorted"

"Yes, Lynn gave me the crucial piece of advice. She said, 'Whether you like it or not, you are finished with that firm, Any Law firm will always back the most inept idiot who brings in fees, over any other employee, however brilliant.' She was right of course, and then she said 'If they want you out, they will be prepared to help you, whether they plan to or not."

Freddy's tears had stopped now as she related the fight she had with her firm. "The next morning I went in and told them I agreed with them I had to go, they liked that well enough, but maybe not the rider. I told them I had written commendations from three major clients which seemed to contradict the Ex's opinion, as did the opinions of the other partners I had worked for. My suggestion was that they should give me a recommendation in the strongest terms to our US corresponding firm in New York: we have a long standing arrangement with them where we swap junior lawyers. Well Harry, they huffed and puffed about that, but when I suggested that I thought that a suitable decision would preclude any thought of a sexual harassment claim, we came to an agreement pretty quickly.

"And the upshot is" asked Harry.

"Three days after I get back from this holiday, I'm off to New York."

"So all's well that ends..."

"No it isn't Harry, that vindictive bastard has got off scot free, I want to see him suffer."

"He'll suffer enough Freddy, but not from you, his partners will be pissed off because of the embarrassment he causes, and you can bet this isn't the first time. My dad was partner in an engineering consulting firm for years, and he says partners quarrel like married couples."

"Maybe, but I'd still like to get my own back."

"Waste of time, just stop thinking of him as 'That bastard,' and think of him as 'that pathetic piece of whatever.' Don't get angry, mock him if you like, but don't take him seriously."

Freddy thought for a while in silence but then she turned over to face Harry "You're right, I know you're right, and that Harry Salt," she added with a smile, and a hint of her usual fire, "Makes you particularly irritating."

Harry grinned.

Freddy snuggled in close, "Now hold me tight and don't talk"

Harry did so, a few minutes later he felt her relax and when he was quite sure she was asleep laid her down, very gently on the pillow.

The next thing Harry knew was that he was waking up; he didn't even remember going to bed himself but reflected that it couldn't have been later than nine o'clock. He glanced at his watch, 'Crikey, I've been asleep for twelve hours.' He got up and dressed quietly, Freddy was still dead to the world and he decided to take a short walk to see what damage the rain might have done. There wasn't a cloud in the sky and but the creeks were still full and flowing rapidly.

It only took half an hour to see what there was of Uki and when Harry got back he found Freddy just getting up.

"How are you feeling?"

"Not too bad, the swelling on my ankle's gone down quite a bit, but my other knee's a bit stiff, from all that hopping I suppose."

"Can you dress yourself?"

"Getting pants or shorts on is a bit tricky with only one leg working properly."

"Come on, I'll give you a hand."

They spent the next few minutes laughing as Harry tried to thread her shorts on her, and neither of them had the time or inclination to reflect on just how much better they felt about each other compared with the day before. It wasn't too long before both were ready to go and Harry put their bag in the ute.

"I'll just pop over and settle up with Mrs Seagram," started Harry, but before he had a chance to move that lady appeared in the doorway.

"Ah good," said Freddy, "I can pay Mrs Seagram without you arguing about it."

"That's the way lassie, young men need a woman about them, to tell them what to do, now" she added turning to Harry, "would ye just pop over to the house and ask one of my sons to come over here for a moment."

Harry did, and returned not with one but all three of her offspring. "Look at that," their mother said, "Ye canna find one when ye want three, and when ye need one they all arrive. This is Angus and Callum," she added, who Freddy observed were out of the same mould as their younger brother, all three over two metres tall and built it seemed, as a living testament to their mother's steak and kidney pudding.

"Callum, Angus, out of the way, Georgie, pick up the wee lassie, and take her out to the ute, and not like a sack of potatoes," she added with a stern glance at Harry. Georgie did as he was asked, cradling Freddy in one massive arm as if she were a baby. Freddy hung on with one arm round his neck to Georgie's slight embarrassment, and his older brothers' ill disguised mirth.

"Try the Smiths Creek road out to Stokers Siding," suggested Angus, "reports are, that it's better than the road into Murwillumbah"

Angus was proved right, a lot of the road verges were washed away and there were broken tree branches and rubbish everywhere, but they weren't held up too much, and got to the Tweed highway in half an hour. Progress on the main highway was slow due to various 'road under repair' signs in place because of the rain, but they arrived in Byron about ninety minutes after leaving Uki.

"Hey, where are you going?" exclaimed Freddy, as Harry took an unexpected turn.

"Byron Hospital emergency." explained Harry, "I rang them to say we were coming before you got up."

"I don't need to go to hospital," protested Freddy. 

"Not your call, you need to be checked out," but Freddy was still protesting when they drew up at the entrance.

"Now Freddy, your only choice is, do I get a wheelchair for you, or carry you in fireman style again."

"Oh have it your own way, get me a wheelchair."

They were in luck, the emergency room was surprisingly quiet and the triage nurse told them the Doctor would be no more than half an hour.

"Right then, I'm going to leave you here and go and tell the others what's going on."

"Uh, ok Um, Harry just wait a moment... come closer I want to speak quietly." Harry did so. "You remember last night when I told you."

"Yes why?"

"Don't tell Al will you." 

"But I thought he knew already."

"Well he does, not all of it but quite a lot."

"What is it then?"

"Just don't tell him I cried ...please."

"Ok," Harry was mystified.

Freddy explained, "He might laugh at me and I can deal with that ...but he's just as likely to become the protective big brother and that," she concluded firmly, "Would be too much...much too much."

"Freddy, you're priceless." 

Only Lynn and Emma were at the house when Harry got back and after some initial alarm when Harry told them Freddy was having a "Precautionary X ray," they decided to go to the hospital themselves, "It's only five minutes walk, we'll get the full story from Freddy," decided Lynn, "men always leave out the interesting bits."

Harry pottered around for half an hour getting himself some lunch before Gary and Al appeared. "Where are the girls?" asked Al.

"They've walked down to the hospital, Freddy's getting her ankle X rayed, she sprained it when we were walking in the rain yesterday."

"I suppose," added Gary, "That you stayed overnight because of the floods."

"That's right," replied Harry, confirming both the minimum facts and Lynn's contention that men left out the interesting bits.

"Do you think I should go down to see how she is?" queried Al.

Harry thought for a moment, "Nah, they would probably prefer some girl talk, anyway, they'll ring for a lift when they're ready."

"Ok, now what's that you're cooking Harry...sardines on toast, looks disgusting, but you can do a few more for me whist you're at it."

It was in fact another hour before the phone rang and Gary suggested that he would pick the women up, because there was only room for three in Harry's ute. Within ten minutes they were back, Freddy came in first on a pair of crutches she had been given by the hospital, "Hi Al," she announced herself smiling, "Nice of you to show concern for your grievously injured sister." Al protested, but not much, because her comment entirely lacked the rancour it would have had only a day or so before.

Lynn was next, she went straight to Harry, "Our hero," she announced melodramatically and gave him a vigorous hug and kiss.

"What's all this about?" asked a bemused Al.

"Don't even go there," suggested Gary, "The girls are going to be reminding us for the next few days, and you and I are going to be found wanting."

"Not just for a few days sweetie," concluded Emma, bringing up the rear.

The rest of the day set the mood for the remainder of their vacation, Freddy was the obvious difference, less preoccupied with herself and much less brittle tempered. The rain cleared away and they had a succession of hot days spent mainly on the beach.

That night when Harry went to bed, the others weren't surprised to see Freddy follow him almost straight away. "I dunno how he did it ..." mused Al, "and I'm not going to ask, don't want to spoil a good thing."

Al would have been even more surprised had he been able to listen in on Harry's and Freddy's conversation. "Harry you know what the others are thinking?" she asked as she slid into bed beside him, "They think," she continued, speaking very quietly, "That we're screwing like a couple of rabbits, but we're not. Do you mind that we are not?" 

"Whether I mind," Harry responded, more stoically than he felt, "isn't the point, it's what you want that matters."

"I know," responded Freddy wickedly, "But whilst I don't want to, I would like you to mind ... just a bit."

Harry thought for a moment and grinned... "My head says that I shouldn't but what with you leaning over and pressing your boobs into my chest there's some evidence just beneath the covers that seems to contradict that assertion."

Freddy lifted up the covers and looked, "Oooh yes, that's a pretty formidable body of evidence you have, 'umm, erected there... I suppose it's a compliment, a big compliment she giggled," then she became serious again, "but Harry if we did, then we wouldn't just be friends, and for now, that's what I want, I'm not ready for more just yet."

She put her arms around him and held him close. "Besides I'm almost twenty five, much too old for you."

Harry laughed out loud, and it crossed Freddy's mind for a moment, "Why does he think that's so funny?" but the moment passed, and in a few minutes they were both asleep. 

Some three days later and very early in the morning their vacation was over. Harry hadn't been looking forward to the return trip, but he had a passenger, Lynn had grandparents on a property some fifty kilometres from Armidale and as Harry could take her there on his way to Hawksworth, she had arranged to visit them. His good bye to Freddy was rather more passionate than Harry had anticipated; "Got to put on a good show," she giggled in his ear, "our audience expects it."

Harry slapped her butt good naturedly, "I'll give you a call when I get to the States, we might get together sometime."

The journey for Harry and Lynn was uneventful, fairly slow to Grafton, but then much less traffic until they stopped at the Nymboida pub for coffee. They sat outside on the verandah overlooking the river, relaxing for a few minutes in the warm sun. "Harry," Lynn asked thoughtfully, "just what was it that you did when you went to Mount Warning, what was it that changed Freddy so much?"

Harry didn't answer straight away, he sipped his coffee and thought a few moments more, "I don't think it was down to me really, more a combination of events, Freddy was so angry, almost consumed with it, resentful and humiliated. The rain and her injury tired her out, sure, but even more, now I think about it, they made her vulnerable, helpless even. Freddy is normally so combative so competitive it was hard for her to admit she couldn't go on."

Lynn nodded, "She's certainly combative."

"From the point where I had to carry her, to changing her clothes in the ute, she was like a baby," Then the rangers helped us, and Mrs Seagram took charge straight away when we got to Uki; for the whole of that time she was completely dependent on other people. Freddy's not used to that, she could keep up a combative stance almost indefinitely, but when so many people were unremittingly kind to her, it broke down her defences. That evening she started telling me her relationship and job problems, and she just couldn't stop.

"And what did you think?"

"Not a lot at the time, like most guys I'm a bit leary of emotional outbursts but once Freddy had decided to unload, nothing could have stopped her. Eventually she stopped and fell asleep... for fourteen or fifteen hours, did she tell you that." 

Lynn nodded, "And what do you think now."

"She'll be ok, a few scars but that anger and resentment seems to have largely gone..." Harry hesitated a moment; "Lynn, I know this bloke of hers was a total asshole... but wasn't Freddy more than a bit naïve?"

"Yes Harry, very naïve, and that's something Freddy is coming to terms with too; because she is so clever and so combative, frankly, she usually scares guys off, especially guys of her own age. Consequently when she fell for this much older married man, she fell big time, and had precious little experience behind her. You have no idea what a fool she made of herself...but she knew and it ate her up." 

Half an hour later Harry and Lynn were back on the road, "How long do you reckon it will take us," asked Harry,

"A fraction over two hours to Armidale, then twenty minutes maybe half an hour to my grandparents place, it's just south of Uralla; we'll be just in time for lunch... and Granny's a great cook." 

Lynn's assessment and confidence proved accurate, two and a half hours later the ute bumped up the track to a typical high country beef property. Lynn's granny as she called her had a meal on the table within minutes and Harry enjoyed seeing her made a fuss of; she was obviously a great favourite. Country courtesy dictated that Harry couldn't just make a short stop, and it was another two hours before Harry said good bye and started on the last leg. Lynn and her grandparents came out to see him off and as Harry's ute lurched down the track to the road Lynn's granny commented, "Well Lynn, if your Alexander is half as nice as Harry he must be pretty special."

"He is Gran, though I haven't told Al that yet; Harry would be a bit too complex for me...and probably a bit too smart... Al is just right, though both of them can be like big kids from time to time."

"Sounds just like your Granddad, and he hasn't changed in forty years; they never do you know."  

Late in the afternoon Harry swung the ute into his Aunt's driveway. "I'm back" he called out; he found his aunt reading in the lounge and after the usual enquiries and assurances that each had enjoyed their break Harry asked, "Any messages for me?"




Educating Harry Ch. 18



"Just one, Susan Tremaine rang yesterday evening, I don't know why, but she seemed rather irritated, almost annoyed with you, but I don't what could have caused that."





To be continued



Educating Harry Ch. 19



This chapter is essentially, all about Harry and Susan as their relationship develops to a new level and a new understanding. Lois and Carol return, briefly, and give Diane the chance to add two and two together.





"So who else went to Byron," asked Aunt Diane, "was it just you and Al with Garry and Emma?"

"No, there were two others, Lynn, who is Al's new girlfriend, plus Freddy, Al's sister."

"Odd name for a young woman," 

"Short for Alfreda; she reminded me of you."

"Why do you say that?"

"She's a lawyer, very smart, at first she reminded me of Lois May, Carol Johnson's partner, because she looks a bit like her, but when I got to know her, she seemed what I imagined you to be like as a young woman."

"In what way?"

"Very smart, determined, combative... more than she needs to be, used to getting her own way, but with one big difference."

"And what would that be?"

"Very hot tempered, particularly at first, but she mellowed after a while."

"Was she indeed," laughed his aunt, "you may be closer than you think, when I was younger I could be rather hot tempered myself."

"You're kidding! I find that hard to believe."

"It's true though, until I eventually worked it out that there were different ways of getting what I wanted, other than fighting for them.

Harry and his aunt continued to chat and it was well into the evening before he remembered that Susan had asked him to ring back. "Ah well I'll talk to her in the morning, I'll just check out my emails and have an early night."





Susan was thoroughly fed up, and was not really sure why, she had enjoyed her eight days at work, and particularly Boxing day with the Callaghans. But somehow her return to Hawksworth seemed anticlimactic, she had expected Harry to be back before her, but when she had rung, it was only to have Diane tell her he had extended his trip a little. He should be back by this morning surely, but having already left a message Susan didn't like to ring again. She finished her coffee and threw the newspaper down on the table in an uncharacteristic flash of annoyance.

And then the phone rang; "Harry where have you been?" all her irritation gone in a second, "I thought we would have to send out a search party."

Harry mumbled a response but Susan interjected, "If you're not doing anything, anything important that is, perhaps you could pop over this morning... just for a while."

Her meaning was unmistakeable.

"Right ok, umm, I'll be there in an hour...just got a couple of calls to make," Harry added unnecessarily, flattered by her obvious keenness.

He arrived a little ahead of time, and both he and Susan surprised themselves that they were so happy to be together again.

"I've missed you," admitted Susan, hugging Harry vigorously, "and you," she added, one hand seeking out his groin.

"We've missed you too," responded Harry squeezing her breast to add conviction to his assertion.

"Let's get to bed then," insisted Susan grabbing his hand.

"No, here by the pool will be better," countered Harry, "it's a warm morning and there are plenty of towels and cushions."

Susan was in no mood to argue which was the better venue and within a couple of minutes she was stretched out luxuriously with Harry's head firmly between her legs.

"Oh I had almost forgotten how good you are...oh yes... just like that, with your tongue." She sighed a deep satisfaction, all the irritation forgotten, all the frustration melted away.

Susan was deeply contented as the first hint of her climax began to rise within her, "Oh Harry, Harry," she mumbled incoherently, "so good, so so good. Then even the mumbling ceased, her breath drew shorter, then deeper; she bucked hard almost throwing Harry to one side, Her orgasm didn't grab her, it engulfed her, she cried out a throaty low pitched scream of uncontrolled pleasure, her thighs clamped tight around Harry gluing his mouth to her clitoris. Susan threshed about, throwing Harry every which way, but never letting go, until eventually she began to settle, quaking gradually, gently, until at last she stopped. Then as Susan released him she surprised both Harry and herself; she burst into tears, "Harry that was wonderful, you have no idea how much I've missed you, ever since I got home I've been thinking about this moment."

Harry was caught off balance slightly, firstly by the power of Susan's unleashed passion and also by her insistence that she had missed him so much; but most of all by his own realisation of how much she meant to him. "I love you Susan, I really do," he responded gravely.

Susan said nothing for a moment but pulled him towards her, "Inside me" she ordered, and Harry sank smoothly into her boiling pussy.

"Home," declared Susan, "now you really are home."

Harry started to move within her, very slowly, in, out, Susan liked it; it was a restful rhythm after her massive climax. "That's nice" she purred contentedly, "really nice" then after a few minutes she giggled, "I'm being a bit selfish would you like to cum now?"

Harry said nothing just propped himself up on his elbows for a moment and smiled his assent, "And," added Susan, "because you've been so lovely you can choose how we do it."

Harry again said nothing but thought for a few seconds then raised himself up on his hands, "how about, that is" he suggested hesitantly "would you like, would you fancy a..."





"And Maria, you will never guess what he said," Susan laughed and bit her lip.

Maria thought for a few seconds, it was now the afternoon of the same day and she had dropped in for a chat with her best friend, and to listen attentively to Susan's description of her morning. "I'll probably be wrong," Maria admitted "but I'll have a go, how about..." she watched her friend closely, "how about, Harry suggested ...a titty fuck?"

"How did you guess?" burst out Susan spilling her drink, "how on earth" she laughed? 

Maria raised an eyebrow and grinned conspiratorially.

"So you too," Susan put a hand for a moment over her huge smile as she realised.

Maria nodded, "So what happened?"

"Well it was kinda intriguing, not much in it for me directly, but it let me see exactly what his responses were I quite liked seeing him get all worked up and knowing I was causing it without being so involved myself. But," Susan grinned ruefully, "I should have taken more notice of his warning."

"A lot was it," giggled Maria

"A lot doesn't cover it, but it covered me... more like a bucket load...and not just that, it was so sudden, no warning at all, as though he had pulled a trigger...splat, straight in my face, the next shot made it over my face...almost, and decorated my forehead and hair.

"And that I guess was only the beginning," laughed Maria." 

"Well yes, I should have thought, we hadn't seen each other for ten days, he must have been storing it up for me...he backed off a bit, but without thinking I hung onto him, I got the lot, on my belly, on my boobs my arms, face, hair, everywhere and he never missed."

"What did he say?"

"Nothing really, I think from his expression Harry thought I might be annoyed, but I couldn't help laughing and that helped, but Maria, I thought that when a guy came it was usually two or three spurts and that was it... I wasn't counting but Harry must have done six or seven."

"He's young," explained Maria, "that would account for it, so I suppose you then had to hop into the shower."

"Well not exactly, Harry was I think still a bit concerned and he lay down and gave me a long cuddle. Then after, I suppose it must have been half an hour, we were spooning and he just slipped in, and we had a slow long gentle fuck...it was really nice," added Susan dreamily. "Then you rang to say you would be over so I told Harry he had to go...though he's coming back this evening... for my dancing lesson," she added quickly. "Now let's go inside, it's getting too hot to be out here and we'll be in full sun shortly."

The two women busied themselves for a few moments making a sandwich and sat on stools in the kitchen to eat them.

"You've told me everything that happened this morning but let's forget about Harry for a while and tell me how you got on with your ten days away from Hawksworth."

"Well the work was fine, I enjoyed it, doing a sustained series of flights rather than just the odd one or two here and there, I felt more a part of a team rather than just some blow in who works occasionally. But," added Susan with a smile, "it was an interruption to my schedule that might be more interesting to you."

Maria raised a quizzical eyebrow and Susan put her sandwich down for a moment; "On Boxing day, twenty sixth December, we had a maintenance problem in Sydney, so on the off chance, I rang Joe to see if we could catch up. To cut a long story short I ended up at his parents place in the middle of a family party. I really enjoyed it and got to meet the whole Callaghan tribe, there are quite a few of them. He has two sisters, ten or twelve years older than him I would guess, with husbands and kids, they were all really nice.

"Now just hang on," protested Maria, "sometimes cutting a long story short just won't do, I want details, go back to the moment you decided to ring Joe, and don't leave anything out."

"Oh alright," and Susan spent the next twenty minutes doing as she had been asked.

"Mmm," pondered Maria for a few moments, "it seems to me that this visit might have changed things between you and Joe: would that be right?"

Susan thought for a moment filled her glass again, and then nodded her assent, "I think it has, Joe wasn't as pushy as he had been on the previous two or three times I had seen him, and I felt I had more room to be myself...if that makes sense. And his nieces and nephews obviously think the world of him, oh I don't know, for the first time I just felt really comfortable to be with him.

"So you think...? began Maria." 

"That it might go somewhere, Joe and me, I've thought about it a lot since, and yes I think it might."

"So how might that affect your relationship, liaison, whatever you would call it with Harry?"

"I've thought about that too, and I know that after this morning I don't want to give him up either." Susan grinned suddenly, "It's the sex; I love it, after years of short rations or none at all, I'm getting all I want, I'm not giving him up, not just yet. What I thought," Susan continued, "is that as Harry will be leaving for the US in about five or six weeks, which is only a couple of weeks after this dance in Sydney I could effectively have my cake and eat it till then, because Joe won't be up here in that period. Does that make me seem like a slut?" 

"No," decided Maria emphatically, "all you are doing is packing the fun times that most people have in their teens and twenties into a couple of months, just go for it." 

It was only after Maria left that Susan reflected that she hadn't told her best friend everything, that she and Joe texted or emailed at least daily, that either he or she phoned for a chat every other day or so. Susan also had not told Maria that Harry had said he loved her; she remembered that Maria had told Harry when they had been lovers that she loved him, but not that he had reciprocated. It might be a step to far to suggest that Harry had fallen for her in a different way; "The last thing I need, is to give Maria cause to feel jealous."

Susan also thought about Harry, "I'm very fond of him," she said to herself, "he's great company and the sex is great...but I'm not in love with him, nor shall I be. He might be a bit cut up about it when we finally part but he'll get over it; he's got a practical streak, just like me... yes he'll get over it." 

Later that same day Harry returned and completed Susan's first lesson for almost two weeks, "That was excellent, you haven't forgotten a thing."

"Well I haven't forgotten any of the dances, but I am a bit worried," Susan said suggestively, "there are a few other things we need to practice as much as we can."

"Mmm," responded Harry, "they say practice makes perfect, so let's find out how perfect we can be."

Half an hour later Susan and Harry stretched out on her bed recovering from their first 'practice.' "Harry" asked Susan, "it's your birthday next week isn't it?"

"Yes"

"I would like to take you out...to say thank you, for teaching me to dance and everything."

"Well, you've already said thank you pretty convincingly, many times." 

"Now you know that's not what I mean, I thought we could go to that new place over at Burra and try it out."

"I'd love too."

"Ok that's great; I'll pick you up at about seven on Friday, if that's alright."

"That's fine," agreed Harry, "except that I'll pick you up; I have a small addition in mind."

"Great," agreed Susan, "and talking of having things in mind for the weekend, do you remember I told you I had a special treat planned for you, I spoke about it before you went to Byron." 

Harry hesitated, "I wasn't sure, wasn't sure that you really wanted to."

"Definitely, a woman should try everything at least once, and now I think it's time I paid this little man some attention."

She took Harry's cock and played gently, almost absent mindedly for a few minutes, first with her fingers then her lips and tongue; "Now, should I tease a little more, or maybe just jump on you...or let you jump on me... decisions, decisions," grinned Susan wickedly and she took the first option. Her tongue slid lazily up his cock then slowly engulfed just the tip; Susan knew that Harry loved to be slowly worked up until he could bear it no more. Not only did Susan love giving head, she loved the power, the initiative it gave her, she didn't want to be in charge either, all of the time, or even every time, but definitely some of the time.

She moved slowly up and down caressing his balls as she worked on him. On a whim she took him as far back as she could; she had tried to deep throat him before but just couldn't get the hang of it. Harry lay very still, hoping, but it didn't quite happen; Susan coughed, "Sorry I just can't do it," she laughed. 

"Never mind," replied Harry "it's great fun trying...now maybe I should do some work."

"Alright," agreed Susan, "do me doggy style, quick and rough."

Harry did so; he had taken some time to realise that such a beautiful woman as Susan could from time to time like sex to be something other than an exercise in gentle romancing, but once he had worked out that she was not as fragile as he first imagined, he was stunned with the result. Harry drove into her hard, grabbed her hair to stop her slipping and sliding and proceeded to slam in and out as hard and fast as he could.

"Oh, fuck me, fuck me," she yelled, her voice barely muffled by the pillows that her face was pressed into.

Harry grunted with effort, "I am fucking you, you're my fucking bitch.

She felt the growing urgency of Harry's impending orgasm, Susan thrust back against him, "Fill me up Harry, fuck me ...make me pregnant!"

Harry's response was instantaneous, he burst within her and poured stream after stream into her womb, then exhausted, he slumped forward, completely spent for the moment. After a few minutes Harry rolled away and Susan turned onto her back; they said nothing for a few minutes, then Harry looked across at her and grinned. "Hey what's this about making you pregnant, you said you were on the pill?"

"I am," smiled Susan "It's just that in the heat of the moment I fancied the idea of you making me pregnant, and me saying so, seemed to make you come like a rocket."

"In that case I'll take it as a compliment," laughed Harry.

"Now," said Susan becoming businesslike, "a couple of things I mustn't forget, firstly I won't be seeing you Thursday because I have a 'ladies lunch 'which I don't want to miss, and after that, a pension fund trustees meeting. Secondly, remember that on Friday you will need to bring a toothbrush when you pick me up, I don't think you'll need much else but I have booked to stay overnight."

"Ok," replied Harry, "I will pick you up about seven thirty or so. Now," he added, "I have to get going, I said I would ring my mum this evening." 

After Harry had gone Susan took a shower and when she was drying herself she reflected on what she thought had been a close to perfect day. She knew that Harry generally left her in a sort of post orgasmic glow for a while but she smiled to herself when she remembered her telling him she wanted to be made pregnant. With a small shock Susan realised 'It's true, I would like to be...I've never thought that before,' then she laughed at herself again, 'maybe it's all the sex but I almost surprised myself because I do quite like the idea...never thought that would happen again.'

Harry rang his mum and then spent almost the whole of the next day working on a maths problem he had started to think about whilst on holiday at Byron. He was uninterrupted all day, Freddy Miller had been proved right, all the usual jobs had dried up with the start of the holiday period and now Freddy had returned from overseas, the clients were ringing him anyway.

Late in the afternoon he answered a phone call. "Hi Harry, this is Carol, how are you?" They chatted for a few minutes about what they had each been doing over the past few weeks but then Carol suddenly changed tack, "Harry I want to ask you for some advice about computers, do you think we could get together tomorrow for about half an hour?"

"Yes, fine."

"Good, say Café Georgios at 11.30, ok?

"Yes, I'll see you there."

Carol rang off; Harry thought no more about it and went back to his work. 

The following morning after breakfast Harry again worked on his maths, after a long lay off he had resumed his old working pattern. He could work for hours on end, day after day if he was doing something interesting, so he almost jumped when just after eleven o'clock his phone rang; "Hi Harry this is Carol, just ringing in case your head is stuck in a book, see you at Georgios in half an hour." 

She hung up straight away and Harry jumped to his feet. "Oh lord I would have forgotten if she hadn't rung," Within ten minutes Harry was out of the house and he calculated that he would be just on time if he walked. It turned out that Harry got to Georgios first, and as it was not too hot, he just had time to pick an outside table in the shade. No sooner had Harry sat down than Carol arrived, and to Harry's slight surprise she had Lois with her. Greetings made they sat down and Harry asked what they would like.

"I'll have a banana smoothie," replied Carol.

"And your usual coffee?" Harry asked Lois.

"Ahh, umm no," replied Lois indecisively, "I'll have the same as Carol."

"Well that's a new one," laughed Harry, "I've never known you knock back a coffee before."

Lois didn't respond at once but after the waitress took their order and walked away she looked up at Harry and smiled hugely, "You see Harry I've been told that all the caffeine might not be good for the baby."

"What! You mean Lois, you're pregnant.

Lois nodded, "Yes we are pregnant"

"Wonderful and when are you due?"

"First things first Harry, I said, we, are pregnant."

"What you mean..."

"Me too," interrupted Carol with a smile as big as Lois', "We're both pregnant... Lois and me," she added for emphasis.

"Well," said Harry "I don't know why I was so surprised seeing that was the plan, but I should congratulate you both, I don't have to ask how happy you are, I can see that."

"We've known for some time, but we didn't want to say anything until our twelve weeks ultrasound, that was yesterday and we are both fine, Carol was a bit shocked when she first found out, because for her it was unexpected."

"But it was the best possible shock," intervened Carol, "the very best"




Educating Harry Ch. 19



"We wanted to tell you first because in an hour or so we are having lunch with a bunch of other women and we want to tell them, there'll be loads to talk about."

At that moment, however, there was an unexpected interruption, "Hello Lois, Carol, I haven't seen either of you for quite a while, how are you? you all seem in good spirits."

It was Aunt Diane; Carol broke their news to her. "Oh that is splendid I can see that you are delighted," but then seemingly distracted for a moment she turned to Harry. "Harry, when I ordered I didn't ask the waitress for my chocolate to be weak, she's new and wouldn't know my preference, would you pop up to the counter and tell her."

With Harry out of the way the two younger women were only too happy to tell Diane more about how they were, when they were due, and the endless minutiae necessary to the subject. "We conceived by a donor," explained Carol, "we just didn't expect a simultaneous result." Diane nodded sagely and smiled. Harry returned and brought his aunt's hot chocolate, he had now recovered from his initial surprise, and sat back for a few minutes, observing rather than following the conversation. Eventually Lois examined her watch, "Look at the time Carol, we had better be going, we have a sort of ladies lunch today, a get together every month or two," she added for Diane's benefit..

"Yes," said Carol, "and today I think that we are going to be the centre of attention." 

"There's no doubt at all about that," confirmed Diane.

They watched the younger women walk away and after a few moments Diane turned to Harry. "There were no donors when I was a young woman," she said, rather flatly.

Harry wasn't sure whether he detected a wistful note in her voice and blurted out, "Do you regret not having children Aunt Diane?"

She looked up sharply, "Oh yes, at the time, very deeply...I had everything you see, a decent brain, a first class education, a man I loved, a successful business...but children no... that was not to be." She hesitated a moment and then continued, "but I have nieces and a nephew who have occupied my mind more than a little over the years. Now," she said changing the subject, "it was fortunate running into you because I want to go to the garden centre and you can help me carry some things to the car."

Harry accepted his recruitment as porter with good grace, and a little more than an hour later drove his Aunt's car back home. They were each occupied with their own thoughts. Harry's went along the lines of, 'Well that went off ok, Aunt Diane couldn't fault Carol and Lois' story, so no one else is likely too.'

His aunt's thoughts were very different; she suddenly burst out "Balenciaga!"

Harry turned to her, "Balenci' what?" 

"Lois' perfume...it's called 'Balenciaga', after a very famous Spanish/French fashion designer. It's very exclusive, distinctive and expensive; my friend Ellie Callaghan has worn it for years."

Harry shook his head and smiled to himself, blissfully unaware of the questions forming in his aunts mind, 'Why did Harry come home smelling very faintly of that perfume on at least two or three occasions about three months ago? and why had Carol said a donor, singular rather than donors plural?' Diane looked sideways at an apparently unconcerned Harry for a moment, 'Best keep my own counsel,' she decided.'

In fact for the rest of the day they both did. Harry engrossed himself with his mathematics and his aunt worked on the synopsis of the book she now planned to write about Elizabeth and Charles Massie. Both Harry and Maria expected something rather more modest, but Diane had not told either what the full extent of her plans were. Maria had copied all the diaries and letters and Diane was now thoroughly familiar with them.

The following morning Diane embarked on a very long email to her sister in the USA. She needed to find out about Charles Massie's life before he had come to Australia and Sarah, although she did not know it yet, would make a well placed research assistant. Co-incidentally, Harry also wrote to the USA, but in his case he had decided to submit the ideas behind his maths to the two professors he was thinking of working with. It took him almost the whole day and it was late afternoon before he told his aunt he would be out for the evening. "And I might not be back until tomorrow, possibly quite late, but could I borrow your car." Diane nodded her assent; Harry offered, and Diane asked nothing more, but later she allowed herself a smile as he left, rather more smartly dressed than usual.

"Hmm," said Diane to herself, 'All dressed up, he has borrowed my car, it must be a girl;' she got up and walked from her study through to the kitchen to get something to eat then as she busied herself she suddenly stopped as a thought struck her. 'Of course if my other suspicions are right it might not be such a young girl, but who... no surely not...but? I wonder: Diane,' she told herself, 'don't speculate it's quite pointless.'

Half an hour later Harry and Susan were already on the road to Burra. "You're looking particularly good tonight," remarked Harry appreciatively, "have you done something to your hair?"

"Oh nothing much," fibbed Susan dismissively, "I'm trying out a new style for my big night out in Sydney," she didn't add that it had taken over four hours and a small fortune at the hairdressers."

"Yeah," observed Harry, "it seems to catch the light a bit more."

"Now you're supposed to notice my dress."

"Mmm, I dunno," Harry hesitated, "don't know much about fashions and dresses but you look great... very classy," he added.

"That Harry, is exactly the right answer, keep it up and you'll go far... with this woman anyway"

"Well," said Harry slightly awkwardly, "that'll be fine, because you're the only one I'm interested in."

Susan smiled, she enjoyed his flattery, but wasn't going to forget that this was her treat for him; they continued to chatter about this and that until they got to the outskirts of the small town of Burra.

"What is this place and what do they do?" asked Harry.

"It's what anyone wants it to be up to a point," said Susan. "It's a very up market sort of Bed and Breakfast except that it's a suite rather than just a room, and they have a really good restaurant as well. Most of all, it's my way of saying thank you for all you have done over teaching me to dance, and play... tennis," she added with a grin, "and of course it's your birthday in three days time. Now here we are, we'll check into our suite first then go down to the dining room."

Susan took a minute or two to make what to Harry seemed totally unnecessary adjustments to her make up, then she announced "Come on, lets go eat." 

At the dining room the proprietor met them, he was an Italian/Australian; "Hello Paulo, good to see you again," Susan already knew him. "This is my boyfriend Harry." The old man inclined his head in acknowledgement and took them to their table. The restaurant was unusual in that there were relatively few tables and each had much more privacy than was usual.

"We don't need to order, I pre-arranged everything by phone, it's going to be like Spanish Tapas, little bits of this and that, but not a huge amount altogether. It's not really Spanish though, I have just picked out things which I think we will like, and I know Paulo's chef will do well. I know him from when he had a business in Tamworth; I used to spend a lot of time down there before we sold the family business."

Susan and Harry talked; Susan steered Harry towards talking about himself and what he planned to do when he went to the USA. This led him to tell her about the mathematics he had been working on recently. It was no easy task for him to explain to her, and for Susan it was even more problematical to understand his explanations. What surprised Susan was Harry's intensity, and the fact that he was obviously so completely bound up with his research.

Eventually Harry paused for breath, Susan smiled, "I had no idea you were so passionate, so committed to your work; I'm seeing a side of you I didn't really know."

"I suppose I am a bit involved in it but, if I was not I would not do it. You're not so different yourself," he added, "you fly planes, you qualified as an accountant to help run your family business; but most people just see you as a beautiful woman and don't look beyond that."

"It's strange you should say that," Susan replied, "because I've always felt that because I was so tied to Alice and my life in Hawksworth that my life was somehow restricted; but maybe that's what gave me the incentive to fly and get involved in the business."

Harry laughed, "One thing's certain, we've both widened our experience a bit these last few weeks, you've no idea" he added, laughing again, "if you go to Uni at fifteen, you are not so much a social misfit as a social non-fit."

It was Susan's turn to laugh, "Maybe we all need a bit of adversity to bring out the best."

Susan and Harry continued to chatter as the dishes came and went unobtrusively but then Susan at a tangent to their conversation observed, "You know Harry, tonight's been a sort of affirmation; at the beginning we became lovers and that has been wonderful, but what started in all honesty as lust ...at least on my part, has changed... we have become really good friends."

Harry didn't answer at first, he just took Susan's hand over the table; he smiled for a moment and said "it's changed for me too," but Harry added only to himself, 'and for me, it's more than just friendship.' Susan smiled in return and Harry realised at that moment with absolute clarity that whilst she had just confirmed to him how special he was to her, she had also set a boundary. He was her friend and her lover, but the final emotional commitment would be withheld, she wanted him, but did not want to fall in love with him.

Susan broke in on his suddenly grave mood, "But there's nothing wrong with a bit of lust...so do you think we should now..."

"Oh yes, absolutely," and they rose from the table.

Paulo and his younger son the waiter who had served them, watched as they walked away, Susan with her arm about Harry's waist. "Antonio," declared Paulo, "A man should not be envious of another man's good fortune."

"I'm not envious Dad."

"Then you are quite un-natural," responded his father decisively, though with a smile, "because I am... che una donna bellissima, she is a gorgeous, gorgeous woman!"





Harry and Susan were soon fully occupied with each other on the enormous bed in their suite. "Harry, Harry, oooh yes that's lovely, mmm, so good, then she lay back eyes closed silent for a few moments; "oh yes ...oh my god, just there, just right." Harry was less talkative, his tongue was far too busy, he licked he suckled, Susan gasped, she moaned always with mounting pleasure, not knowing to fight it or let go. Then at last Harry took her clit into his mouth sucking gently, regularly, with his tongue occasionally running along the underside. For Harry Susan tasted perfect and he gloried in her melting under the exquisite teasing of his tongue.

"Harry Harry," Susan gasped, it's too much, too much, I can't, can't."

What exactly Susan couldn't was never explained, because at that moment her climax hit, she arched her back and bucked violently, almost throwing Harry off, but Harry hung in there, licking more gently as her orgasm ran its course. At last Susan started to settle a little just the occasional ripple convulsing her slightly. "Hold me," she demanded, dragging him towards her. She kissed him hard, tasting herself on his lips, and then pushed her head into his shoulder as the last remnants of her climax subsided. 

They were silent for a few moments then Harry lifted himself a little and asked, "Ok?"

"Mmmm, super ok, that was a big one. "Now just give me a few seconds, then let's have a nice slow gentle fuck."

Harry nodded assent and nudged his cock between her legs. He pushed forward gently with almost exaggerated care, his cock splitting her wet lips apart. "Mmm I love it just at this moment when you first come into me, I feel sort of full... and complete."

"Feels pretty good to me too," grinned Harry down at her, "tight and wet ... and very, very hot."

When Harry woke the next morning he couldn't quite remember when exactly the night before they had stopped making love and fallen asleep. He looked down at the sleeping Susan next to him; she lay still, breathing almost silently. Not for the first time, Harry was almost in awe that this woman had chosen him as her lover; her face was calm and framed in her slightly wavy golden hair, she had thrown the covers back, and her breasts, so perfect rose and fell slowly. 

"I love you," Harry declared into the silence and leant down and kissed her forehead gently, then without quite knowing why he put one arm very gently across her and kissed her breast. Susan didn't stir, and Harry after a while started to suckle on her very carefully.

In time Susan's eyes flickered open, and she realised almost immediately what Harry was doing, she lay very still, she didn't want him to stop, it felt too good. But eventually she spoke, "This is the most perfect wake up call ever Harry, just perfect."

But it was Susan who broke the spell, "Harry," she announced decisively, "you must stop, you're making me feel gooey and wet, you will make me give in and I have other plans. Come on time to get up." They showered and afterwards Harry made coffee for Susan and tea for himself. 

"I thought we might have breakfast in an hour or so, but meanwhile, I thought I would treat myself to an appetiser." She led Harry back to the bed, "Now, leave everything to me...don't do anything unless I say so, ok?" Harry nodded and Susan removed the towel he had wrapped around himself. "Lie back," she told him and threw the housecoat she had been wearing to one side.

Susan stood for a moment and posed, hands behind her head, displaying herself in three quarters profile. "Remember Harry, remember that time at Maria's, when we had the pasta; and I spilt some on my tennis dress."

"I'll never forget it" asserted Harry.

"You told me I was beautiful" said Susan; "I told you not to exaggerate, wildly, I think I said." 

"You did."

"Well now," Susan asserted "I am beautiful, I feel it, and," she added laughing, as she clambered onto the bed and sat astride him "it's you who has made me feel that way so now you are going to get your reward for being such a fantastic lover." Susan kissed him long passionately and unreservedly; eventually she broke away but said no more, just smiled, certain of herself. Harry felt one hand slide across his stomach, gently caressing his balls, then scratching...ever so lightly, teasingly then going away for a while, sometimes longer than a while, only returning when Harry had almost given of hope that she would.

It seemed an age before Harry felt, very faintly her warm breath on his cock, her hair brushed over, then for a few seconds she caressed him against her cheek, then briefly, so briefly Harry was unsure it had happened he felt her lips, once lightly a second not so lightly, she kissed his shaft.

Susan was not just giving Harry a blow job; she was making love to his cock gently reverently almost worshipfully. Harry was lost in wonder. Susan had blown him before, many times, but this was different, he was conscious that she was giving herself to him, to his pleasure without reservation, and without any thought for her own.

Then Susan's tongue wrapped around him and she drew him in, slowly, firmly; Harry gasped, "Oh Susan," anything more coherent was beyond him. Just for a moment Susan looked up and smiled, then resumed her task; now, a little more urgently, a fraction more firmly. Susan was utterly relaxed, totally confident, that she knew exactly what she was doing, what it meant for Harry, and she loved it.

Susan detected Harry's imminent climax almost before he did, his balls tightened in her hand, and as they did, she gripped the base of his cock as hard as she could; she raised her head just for a moment and commanded, "Now," and went straight back down. Harry jerked involuntarily and let out a long low "ugggh," his semen poured into her mouth, it seemed to Harry that it would never stop, Susan demanded her dues and Harry gave till his balls ached. But at last he did stop and Susan, very carefully ran her lips tightly off his shaft, threw her head back, and swallowed, once, then ran her tongue round her mouth and lips, and swallowed again. She turned to Harry for a moment, "That was good huh, pretty special." Harry barely responded, he didn't need to, Susan knew.

Then looking down, Susan frowned slightly, she had noticed a tiny pearl on the head of his cock, almost studiously she squeezed him, firmly from the base upwards, extracting the last drop, then with a quick feather light flick of her tongue it too was hers.

Harry started to speak, but Susan, a finger over his lips said, "No, don't say anything; the moment's just too perfect just hold me, really tight."





It was past eleven when they made their way to a late breakfast, and they dawdled, chatting, thinking it would do for lunch as well, they were just about to leave when Susan spotted a woman she recognised. "O Lord, there's Myra Browning"

Almost immediately the same woman looked up and noticed Susan, she almost scuttled over to greet them followed by a much older woman and a rather henpecked little man." "Hello Susan," Myra gushed, "So nice to meet you, so nice, and in such a lovely place. Paulo has made it so classy, don't you think? So much better than the more common sort of places."

Harry had already worked out that Myra Johnson was too loud, too over dressed, too made up, too pushy and just too much so far as Susan was concerned, but Susan's innate good manners stopped her from cutting the woman off. However, as soon as Myra stopped for a breath, Susan jumped in to greet her companions, "Hi Mr Browning, Mrs Ranieri, how are you? 

The older woman barely had time to reply before her daughter interrupted; "And Susan, who is this boy with you," she said smirking towards Harry... "I should say young man" she tittered, "your nephew I suppose," she added without waiting for a response.

"Oh no Myra, Harry isn't my nephew, no, not a relative at all; Harry," Susan explained with a perfect condescending smile, "is my lover."

For the first time ever, Susan had the satisfaction of seeing Myra Browning utterly lost for words, and fortunately at that moment like a perfect host, Paolo appeared as if from nowhere, "Ah Signora Browning, you told me yesterday you wished to see the south garden," and taking her arm propelled the irritant away, her husband scampering in their wake.

The older woman stopped for a moment and chuckled in a strong accent, "Well done Susan, that put Myra in her place, but she does ask for it. So you are 'arry," the old woman added turning to him, "you're a lucky woman Susan," she decided nodding; "but you young 'arry," she concluded with a warm smile "are luckier than you could dare to dream."

With that the old woman turned and stumped away in pursuit of her companions.

"What was all that about?" asked Harry on their way back to their suite.

"Estelle, Mrs Ranieri is a business woman who rented space in at least three of our airport facilities; I have a lot of time for her. She was widowed at twenty five with four young children, and established a cleaning business, working at night to keep her family together. How she did it, I'll never know, I struggled with one and we weren't short of money. Over the years through her own toughness and sheer hard work, Estelle established a successful services business and became a wealthy woman. But poor Myra, she's never been able to forgive her mum for starting out cleaning bathrooms!"




Educating Harry Ch. 19



"And," grinned Harry, "I'll bet her mum knows exactly the best moment to remind her."

"She does, penalty for being a social climber I suppose."

"I like the last thing she said though," observed Harry, "luckier than you could dare to dream, and," he added, "I also reckon it is seriously cool being your lover."

Harry and Susan checked out. "Where are you taking me now?" 


"For a walk" replied Harry, "Either around the lake at the bottom of the mountain, or we drive up the mountain and take a short walk from there."

"Top of the mountain," decided Susan.

Within half an hour they had made it to the top of Mount Canobolas, Harry parked in a sheltered spot tucked away on one of the access ways to the many communications and television masts which cluttered the mountain top. 

"Wow, it's windy up here," called Susan, her voice raised over the whistling air blowing through the mast cables.

"It'll be ok; the wind usually drops sharply as soon as you drop down a little." Harry was proved right as soon as they descended no more than twenty metres, (65 feet) from the rather flat topped mountain. It was quite sheltered as they walked between the stunted windswept trees to a promontory no more than a kilometre away.

Susan didn't say much, she just walked close by Harry, taking in the clean fresh air, "It's been years since I was up here Harry, I had forgotten it could be quite cool, even in the middle of summer."

Within less than half an hour they reached a dead end where the ground suddenly fell away to the north and east, it was a clear day and except for the slightest haze they could almost see the main mountain range away to the east. There was a slightly weather beaten old bench seat and they sat down. Susan took Harry's hand in hers and after a few more moments of silence spoke. "Harry we need to talk... in a week or two almost three you'll be off to the USA, right?" 

Harry nodded.

"And that will be it... for us I mean," 

"I have been trying to avoid thinking about it," admitted Harry.

"Yes, but it will be," insisted Susan calmly, "we both know that," she stroked her finger across his cheek gently, she needed an answer.

"Yes," Harry agreed, and quite sure that she wanted him to respond clearly, "You will no longer be my lover, just the most amazing memory imaginable."

"Thanks Harry, you know I had to hear you say that." and without giving him chance to reply, Susan grabbed him by the hair and kissed him fiercely. 

"And Harry, I have an admission to make..." Susan bit her lip... I... I have another man!"

"What! You haven't had time."

"Well sort of, I have and I haven't, I met this guy a few months before we got together," continued Susan rapidly, "and he has been chasing me pretty relentlessly...he's very keen, but," Susan added, "I've kinda put him on the back burner... I wanted to concentrate on you, I wanted you to be my lover, so I've kept him at a distance," she tailed off. 

"So," Harry replied thoughtfully, "this guy can't be a local, or I would have heard... I don't know," he grinned, "should I be jealous, should I be shocked, or should I just be totally flattered that you have preferred to have me for the last couple of months."

"You're not angry then."

"No, why ever should I be?"

"Well, I don't know exactly, I just felt a bit deceitful, having you and keeping Joe, maybe for later... it may not come to anything anyway but I didn't want to... well you know, I wanted to have my cake and eat it."

"Susan," declared Harry manfully, "You are an idiot."

"Why?"

"Because any guy would want to be your lover, if only for a day, not for a couple of months like we have been. I couldn't be jealous or angry even if I wanted to... I've been... like Mrs Ranieri said, "luckier than I would dare to dream."

Susan looked up for a moment, her face betrayed her turmoil but then quite suddenly she buried her face in his shoulder and started to cry. Harry listened and caught the drift that she thought he was wonderful for not thinking she was selfish and a bitch. Harry had learned enough to have the good sense to say nothing, but give a reassuring squeeze now and then. Eventually Susan stopped, sniffed ungraciously and wiped the tears from her eyes, she looked up laughed a little nervously and said, "So it's ok with you if we carry on fucking each others brains out for a while yet?"

"Ok, oh yes, definitely ok." 

"Good, that's settled then."

They walked back to the car more slowly, Susan more content that she had got off her mind what she thought of as the small deceit that had bothered her. Harry was more thoughtful. He realised ruefully that in the last few days Susan had firstly got it over to him that there was a limit to her emotional commitment and secondly they both had to look to their own futures. Harry too was content, but as he now knew, more realistically so.

They weren't far from the car though when Harry suddenly stopped, "I do have one complaint though" he grinned, "Before I went to Byron you made a promise, remember?

"Umm yes, I said we'd try anal didn't I, well," explained Susan, "Last night I looked at you and, well, you are just so thick, your cock I mean... I was scared. It was easy to promise when I didn't have to deliver, but when it came down to it I wimped out. Do you mind... really?"

"No, not really," Harry laughed, "To tell the truth I was scared to death I might hurt you, so was a bit relieved really." 

"But," said Harry as they got to the car, "given that you're keen on new experiences, did you ever have sex in the back of a V8 with an irresponsible teenager?"

"I don't believe I ever did."

"Well now is your last chance, I'll be twenty in a couple of days."





To be continued





Only one final chapter to go which will be posted in a few days time. Any comment or criticisms you may have would be welcome.



Educating Harry Ch. 20



This is the final chapter of the story, loose ends tied up and a small twist or two at the end.

Some Australianisms

Wagging school = playing truant

Bent as a nine bob note = a demonstrative gay man

Mobile = cellphone

Arvo = afternoon

Sledging = Verbal abuse or intimidation of a player particularly in cricket where it is generally accepted as a legitimate practice.

This final chapter includes a short description of part of a cricket match. You don't need to understand the game at all, except that unlike baseball, it is totally legitimate for the bowler(pitcher) to try and hit the batsman (batter) with the ball

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"Yes, I understand, you want me to stay overnight with you, rather than at Joe's place..." there was a gap for a few seconds in the phone conversation, then Susan added, "No no, that's fine, Joe emailed me to say you would be ringing. Ok, look forward to seeing you again, bye."

"That," Susan explained, "was Joe's mother Ellie; apparently both Joe and I have been invited to stay with her for this shindig in Sydney."

"Looks as though the Callaghan family are organising you pretty effectively," teased Maria.

"Not sure I would say that, but this ball does seem to me to be organised almost like a military operation. Ellie told me she uses both of her daughters as lieutenants, and they all base themselves at her place for a couple of days. Not only that, but they get someone to come to them to do their hair and make up before the event."

"When do you fly down?"

"Friday morning, I've been asked to be there for a late lunch."

"So Tuesday is your final fitting of your dress at Mr Iemma's, and Wednesday we fly down to Tamworth for your photographs."

"I'm not sure what you're up to with this photo session," responded Susan guardedly.

"Trust me, I found out from Diane that this photographer had retired to Tamworth, not long before my red dress was made, that was how he came to photograph me. He spent forty years in Sydney doing glamour and show business and art photos, and it's great fun. He's the most flamboyant gay guy you could imagine, and will make you feel like a million dollars in no time."

"Hey, that reminds me Maria; you said you would bring your pictures to show me."

"I'll bring them on Wednesday, we can look at them during the flight... and I'll come early Wednesday, then we can pick over what clothes you need to take."

"But I thought it was just to be for my new dress."

"Don't be silly, we have all day, may as well max out by being prepared for all possibilities."

Maria and Susan were again talking about the photographer when they waited to board their flight a few days later for the return from Tamworth to Hawksworth.

"I still can't believe it," Susan confided with a giggle, "when I looked at your photos on the flight down this morning, I thought, 'there's no way you'll catch me doing anything as daring as that,' but I did, and I didn't feel the slightest bit uncomfortable with it. I wonder why," she added, suddenly serious for a moment.

Maria laughed, "Johnny's a pro with years of experience, very persuasive, and you know straight away that he's going to make you look really good."

"I guess so."

"And," Maria added teasingly, "there is the fact that for the past couple of months you have been treating yourself to an affair, which seems to have given you almost refreshed confidence...a bit of extra bounce.

"D'you think so?" said Susan dubiously, "what has surprised me a little, is that being with Harry, I feel that I've taken charge of my own life a bit more... doing what I want... for me. Now that sounds selfish, doesn't it?"

"No, it does not," declared Maria decisively, "It just means that sex is good for you, and that you like it."

"Well that's true enough," laughed Susan, "I have discovered that I not only like sex a lot, but I like a lot of it... now, they're calling for passengers, we had better get on board."

A few hours later Susan was having an entirely different conversation; "Come on Harry, you have been giving the orders for the last hour and more, it's my turn now."

"But I was only talking about your dancing, anyway, I've said hardly anything to you for the last few sessions, you're really good now, much better than my sisters, and they weren't bad."

"Flattery's not going to get you anywhere, and I have appointed myself the queen of the world, at least, of your world, so lie back and enjoy it."

Harry did just that, and half an hour later they lay quietly recovering from their first bout. Harry asked, "You are flying down to Sydney Friday morning, when do you think you will be back?"

"Not until Tuesday afternoon or evening: after the big social event, I have business meetings with various people on Monday, and probably through till Tuesday. That's why your Aunt Diane is flying down to meet me on Sunday afternoon, she is also involved like me, as a trustee of the pension fund, and she is very helpful generally, as my number one advisor."

"So I have to rely on memories until next Tuesday," laughed Harry.

"Me too," retorted Susan, "so you had better give me something special to remember you by."

On Friday, Susan's plane landed at Mascot almost an hour late, Sydney had laid on a perfect summer's day, without the humidity which could often spoil February. She soon found a cab and was clear of the airport. The traffic on Southern Cross drive was not in its usual dire state of congestion, and they made steady progress. Susan sat back, and for the first time began to wonder, whether this weekend had any particular meaning or importance. "I got drawn into it almost by accident," she pondered, "if Diane hadn't found Harry as a dance teacher, I would have made my excuses, and that would have been it...but would it? Joe was so determined. No, he wouldn't have been that easily brushed off.

"And Ellie, when I accepted, I had no idea what a big wheel she was in the social scene... and apart from the fact that in her eyes, Joe can do no wrong, she seems to have an agenda of her own. Ah well, I guess I'll have to just take it as it comes."

Susan realised with a small start that they were already turning into John and Ellie's street. She paid off the cabbie and the door bell rang for barely a second before it was answered. It was Maggie's daughter, Carrie, "We've been on the look out for you," she explained, "though, we knew your flight was held up..." she had no time to say more, as her grandmother appeared.

"Susan, we're so pleased to see you, Carrie dear, will you please show Susan to her room, and when you're ready we'll be having a bit of lunch out on the verandah, just us women, I've told John and Joe they're not to be here until this evening, and Carrie is wagging school today to help Jane, Maggie and me. We'll see you in say half an hour or so... give you a chance to freshen up."

Carrie took Susan upstairs, and to a room at the back of the house overlooking the garden. It was a plain room, functional with very little that wasn't strictly necessary, save for some fresh flowers at the bedside which moved very slightly in the light breeze blowing from the harbour. "Is this your dress?" Carrie asked shyly as Susan put a soft bag on the bed.

"Yes," confirmed Susan, "you will see it later I expect when we get ready."

"Maybe not, Mum wants me to be home before you all leave."

"Oh I see," acknowledged Susan with a smile, then changing the subject she asked, "now is there anything else I should know?"

"I don't know," responded Carrie, "can you find your own way out to the verandah, the house is a bit of a rabbit warren."

"Yes I think so, I'm just going to take a shower, I'll be down in a few minutes."

When Susan found her way to the verandah, Ellie, Maggie, and Jane were already there, Carrie had taken charge of provisioning. After re-introductions the women picked a little at the food and chatted, generally about inconsequential things. There were a number of phone calls, all for Ellie, and all of which were answered by Maggie. To most of the callers, Maggie, with ruthless charm simply denied that her mother was there. "If mum took all the calls, we would never get anything done," she explained to Susan. But eventually a call did come through which Maggie promptly handed over, "It's Tony, just wants to confirm arrangements."

Ellie took the call; she walked away from the table for a few moments. "Yes yes, that's right; I want you here for half an hour, that's all the time we will have. We will see you this evening then."

Ellie returned to the table: "That Susan was mainly about you, I should explain; we have in the past adopted a very private exclusive policy with regard to our ball, but this year it's going to be different. We have engaged a photographer to photograph many of the people who will be attending, most will be done at the event, but some have already been photographed, because we want a base of top quality pictures. Then we are going to auction off the album for a horrendous price."

"One thousand dollars each," said Jane, "and it all goes to children's charities."

"And you want to include me?" asked Susan dubiously.

"Yes."

"And," Jane added, "I've already got cheques for ninety thousand dollars."

"In that case, I'll be happy to help out, especially as it's for children... though really, you didn't need to get a photographer in specially... I had a whole bunch of pictures taken only a couple of days ago."

"Oh yes, and who did them?"

"An old guy... in Tamworth, we took all day, His name was Johnny something or other... Johnny Lister I think."

"What!" Maggie almost choked on a prawn, "Johnny Lister, little old guy, bald as a badger and gay as a nine bob note.

"Well yes, but why not," Susan laughed at the other women's incredulity.

"Susan," Ellie explained with a smile, "Johnny Lister is a legend, he only photographs the women he chooses, and he has sent some incredibly well known people away. There are women in this town who would kill for the chance. How did you do it?"

"Do it, I didn't do anything, my friend Maria fixed it up."

"Well, I have never met her, but she must have extraordinary powers of persuasion.

"She has, in fact she can be quite intimidating, but it was clear to me that Johnny just adores her."

"Susan," Ellie asked innocently, "did Johnny's work include anything of you in your dress for this evening?"

"Yes, but also in jeans, shorts, riding gear, a tennis dress, all sorts of things... and one or two other things."

"One or two other things," smiled Ellie, "I know exactly what you mean... Johnny photographed me; oh it must have been more than forty years ago, It was ten years before I showed them to my husband, they were very daring for the time. I've never shown the girls: and I'm not going to," she added, cutting her daughters off before they even got started.

"Now Maggie, said Ellie, ruthlessly changing the subject, "Have you gone over the programme with Susan."

"No we haven't," said Jane answering for her sister, "but," she added, passing a sheet of paper to Susan, "I have printed out a timetable, It has all the times, when the makeup woman and the hair stylist arrives, who gets done, in what order, when the photographer turns up and finally when each of us has to be ready to be driven to the ball.

"But there's nothing here for your husbands and Joe?" queried Susan.

"They only need to know one thing," grinned Maggie..."when to be here, after that they're under orders. Is there anything else you need to know?"

"No I don't think so," but then Susan hesitated slightly, "But I do have a small request, I wondered if Carrie could stay on this evening and just generally help out... I'm sure that she would love to."

"Mmmm, I don't know, there won't be anybody to take her home."

"That's easy enough," countered Susan, Joe and I could drop her off on the way to the ball; it's not out of the way at all."

"That's true," decided Ellie, "Just bring your departure time forward five minutes. Now," Ellie continued, "We have a couple of hours before we need to think about getting ready, I'm going to take a nap.

"I think I'll do the same," said Susan. In truth, Susan just wanted a little time to herself and sat on her bed for a while reading a book.

Inevitably the next thing she knew was a knock on the door and Carrie popped her head in. "Are you awake... oh good, mum told me to let you know that the hair stylist and make up person have arrived.

"Oh," responded Susan, not quite awake, "I suppose I had better come down and meet them."

"You've been fast asleep for two hours," confided Carrie, "Mum said we should leave you, as it's a pretty long night ahead."

A spare room had been taken over as a hair salon for the evening, Ellie was half done and Maggie waited her turn. "I hope I haven't held anyone up," said Susan.

"Not at all," responded Maggie, "we have to be there a couple of hours early because we are organisers, and mum in particular, as chairman has to meet and greet. Jane and you will be going last with Joe, now I had better introduce you to the man who is doing our hair; this is George.

It would not have been truthful to suggest Susan had not noticed George until that moment, George, a big man would tower over almost any company, dressed in singlet and jeans he was covered in tattoos and looked every inch a biker rather than a women's hairstylist. "Pleased to meet you," he said to Susan in surprisingly soft tones. "You won't take long," he concluded, appraising her with a smile... "Not much needed."

At that moment a woman walked into the room, middle aged, with an almost severe expression, she seemed rather abrupt, almost waspish: "You must be Susan, I'm Jennifer, and I'm doing your makeup. Where's your dress? What colour lipstick do you use?

"It's in my room."

"Good, let's go and look at it... I need to see it because it may affect what makeup you can wear."

"Now Susan, hold the dress up in front of yourself I want to get an impression of the colours; that's good, your lipstick will need to be a little darker in artificial light. Now let me have a close look at the dress. Ah good, we haven't got acres of bare flesh to worry about."

Susan was beginning to realise that despite her rather brusque manner Jennifer knew what she was doing.

"Now put on this singlet, I want to look at your arms and hands. Stand under the light and turn around slowly. What's this?" said Jennifer" touching a very pale line on Susan's shoulder "and this?" she added noticing a similar very pale line on Susan's left forearm.

"Riding accident when I was twelve," smiled Susan, I had forgotten all about it."

"It's almost invisible but I can cover it anyway, Susan you are going to be easy," Jennifer declared with a surprisingly attractive smile, "Easy, except for you nails, they're a mess... short scrubbed and otherwise forgotten."

"You're right, but I don't want anything too fancy."

Jennifer just said "We'll go downstairs, and I'll fix your nails, whilst George finishes Mrs Callaghan and Maggie."

At that moment back in Hawksworth, Harry sat at his desk; he had received a detailed reply from Professor Schering in the USA analysing some of the work he had sent her. Harry had been slightly surprised at the detail of her reply, and the depth of her analysis. It was in sharp contrast to that of the other Professor who was more interested in recruiting him, than responding to his work. However, Harry was shaken out of his reverie by the telephone, it rang loudly.

"Hi Harry, this is Pete, how are you going?" Harry recognised the voice of George's apprentice.

"Fine, what can I for you?"

"You doin' anything this weekend Harry?"

"Not a lot, why? What do you want?"

"Well," responded Pete hesitantly, "I was hoping you would be able to play cricket for us."

"Oh I don't know Pete, I haven't played at all this season, you must be pretty desperate if you're asking me."

"We are in a spot," admitted Pete, "the Mawson brothers are both away, Clem, the captain is injured and so is Shane; they've even made me captain for the day."

"In that case," laughed Harry, "you guys really are scraping the barrel."

"So I can take that as a yes," replied Pete, ignoring the jibe.

"Ok, I suppose so, just don't expect too much. What time do we start?"

"Be at the oval, ten o'clock Saturday morning for a ten thirty start, it's a fifty overs a side, one day game."

Pete rang off, and Harry for a moment had the feeling that maybe Pete hadn't quite given him the full story, but then, he shrugged, put it out of his mind and went back to work.

In Sydney, Ellie and Maggie were just about to leave.

"I thought Joe was coming with you," Susan asked his Father.

"No, he has a couple of hours advantage on me, John smiled, he's still working on a deal we are putting together. The next man on the agenda, Ellie tells me, is this Tony fella, the photographer."

"That's right," said Ellie, "But we'll be getting off now, see you in a couple of hours Susan."

Susan was glad now that she had asked Carrie to stay, it would have seemed weird being on her own with George and Jennifer with no-one else but Jane. George did her hair quickly, "I'll just get it back off your face a little, there, how's that, makes you look, I dunno, slightly regal."

"That's good," laughed Susan, "my dressmaker said he would make me look like a queen, so maybe you are on the same wavelength."

George smiled, "Mrs Callaghan said that you come from Hawksworth, I have an old friend, she moved up there a year or so ago."

"Have you, what's her name?"

"Bella, I knew her when she was training to be a schoolteacher."

"Not Bella Mason?"

"Don't know her married name," conceded George "Lost touch a bit, she's dark small featured...very ambitious, and likes to boss people around a bit.

"Then we are definitely talking about the same person, she definitely likes being in charge."

"Yes but not always, not always," replied George with a reflective smile, "In fact once we had sorted that out, we really hit it off. Now," George concluded, before Susan could ask any more questions, "you're just about ready."

Susan hardly had time to draw breath before Jane announced that the photographer had arrived. Introductions made, Susan apologised, "Sorry I'm not dressed yet, give me five minutes... Carrie, perhaps you can give me a hand."

Tony laughed as Susan and Carrie left the room, "Five minutes, bet she's half an hour at least."

"Well you'll be wrong Tony," said Jane, "Susan will be ready before you have got all your kit together."

Five minutes turned out to be only the slightest underestimate, Carrie returned first, slightly breathless, "Susan's almost ready; she is just fantastic Aunt Jane, just fantastic."

Jane smiled at her niece's enthusiasm, but a few moments later when Susan appeared, she took one look and agreed, "Susan, you're going to wow them, you look great."

Tony took over and ruthlessly used anyone handy to help him, "Carrie you hold this light a moment, George shift the table, please, I want the white wall behind her. After ten minutes or so he spoke to Susan as he worked. "I was talking to Johnny Lister earlier today; he told me he had already photographed you."

"Yes, that's right, do you know him?"

"He practically trained me, and in recent years has remained my mentor." Tony hesitated a moment and then continued, "Johnny and I are doing an exhibition at the art gallery in a couple of months, don't be surprised if he asks if he can use a couple of your pictures, he reckons some of them are really good."

"Hmmm, well I'll just wait and see if he asks."

"Ok," concluded Tony, "that's all for now, I'll see you again in an hour or so.




Educating Harry Ch. 20



Jennifer intervened, "Susan let me just check you out, photographers often mess up my work," Susan followed her into the family room, a couple of miniscule adjustments and Jennifer pronounced herself satisfied.

Jane returned, "Joe's here and we leave in ten minutes, I told him to wait in the lounge room until the photos were done.

Joe stood up as the women entered but he only had eyes for Susan, "Susan, you're beautiful, absolutely stunning."

"Joe Callaghan," replied Susan censoriously, "that's a wild exaggeration, don't be so silly."

Joe looked to his sister for a moment, but Jane just shrugged her shoulders in an expression of, 'What can you say?'

Carrie settled the matter, "No Susan, Uncle Joe is absolutely right: absolutely," she repeated with conviction.

Only a few minutes later Joe and Susan dropped Carrie off and continued on their way, as soon as Carrie was through her front door she texted her mother, 'Joe and Susan with you in five minutes, Susan amazing, never seen anything so amazing.' Maggie smiled for a moment, "Just like Carrie to send a completely ambiguous message."

Maggie was busy however, and at that moment spotted the arrival of a guest her mother particularly wanted to see. "Ah Marcia, so good to see you," she greeted her brother's former fiancée with dulcet insincerity. "My mother is particularly keen to have a few words," she added, steering Marcia towards a carefully laid trap.

Ellie waited to greet the guests at the foot of a sweeping staircase, "Ah Marcia so good of you to come," murmured Ellie, conveniently ignoring the fact that she had banned any invitation to Marcia for the previous seven years. "Now Alvin," added Ellie to Marcia's husband, "run along for a minute or two, I want everyone to see Marcia and I chatting, to know that we have made up." Alvin did as he was bid and Ellie continued, "I've been told that Joe has just arrived with his new young lady, I'll introduce you to them."

Marcia was pleased with the effort Ellie was making and only the faintest tinge of suspicion crossed her mind, "And who is Joe's new young lady?"

"Susan Tremaine; Joe met her in the country, she's a widow."

"Oh I see," responded Marcia, more relieved than she would care to admit, "A country girl...an older woman."

At that moment the music stopped for just a few seconds, Maggie's cue to send Joe and Susan down the staircase. Almost all the guests had arrived, and not unnaturally heads turned in that direction as the major domo announced: "Mr Joe Callaghan and Mrs Susan Tremaine."

Marcia turned towards the stairs, and saw Susan for the first time, her mouth fell open, astonished, "Oh my goodness, Ellie, she...she's lovely, utterly lovely."

Ellie smiled, as did almost everyone taking in the new arrivals. What they saw was Susan in a high necked gown with three quarter sleeves, essentially silver, but with a small pattern picked out in just enough gold, which somehow projected warmth. The light seemed to play over her, giving the impression that it caressed her perfect figure as she moved, first clinging ever so slightly, and then moving on.

Two hundred and fifty women momentarily each felt a little bit drab, Marcia like many of the others, instantly doubted the deep cleavage, the final application of makeup, and realised that the spectacular piece of jewellery was perhaps a mistake.   

None of them knew what Susan was thinking. For the first time in her life she realised, she knew the impact she had made, "I am beautiful, I really am and I feel it completely." The consciousness of it caught her by surprise, but whereas a few short weeks ago it would have been self consciousness, tonight it was an overwhelming awareness of herself and how good she felt.

Introductions were made, cameras flashed, and Marcia knew with a dull certainty, that the comparisons in the society pages of the weekend press would not favour her. But she put on a brave face and greeted Joe and Susan warmly enough. They turned away into the crowd. Ellie could not resist a comment, "Remarkable isn't she?"

Marcia smiled ruefully, "No Ellie, much more than that, she's going to be a sensation, look at the men jostling to meet her... most of them old enough to know better; it won't be long before the young wannabe women will want to be seen with her too. Susan's just got it, she's a star, beautiful is one thing, but she has that indefinable 'je ne sais quoi' that sets her apart."

Ellie was lost for words, but only for a moment. "Marcia, whatever response I expected from you, I didn't expect that."

Susan's night was perfect, she could barely believe that so many people wanted to meet, her, spend time with her and partly because and partly despite her inexperience she revelled in the attention. The minutes and hours flew by and late in the night Joe recovered her from the attention of his friends to dance with her. "Having a good time?" he asked obviously.

"Oh yes, wonderful," and then changing tack slightly she said, "Joe, earlier you said, 'you're beautiful, stunningly beautiful,"

"Yes."

"You can say it again if you like."

Joe did so and held her a little closer.

Susan was silent for a few seconds..."Another man said exactly the same to me a few months ago...I told him it was a wild exaggeration too, but tonight, tonight I feel ok with it, you might just be right."

"Of course I'm right," asserted Joe but after a few more seconds thought he added, "But who is this other guy you're talking about?"

Susan smiled serenely, "No one to concern you Joe, he was my dance teacher, and only a teenager at the time."

"Oh, that's alright then."

Susan made no further comment and rested her head on his shoulder for a few moments.

It was very late when the car picked up Joe and Susan to take them home, Susan was silent on the short journey and Joe just put his arm around her and left her to her own thoughts. Joe's own mind was surprisingly confused, "We've had a fabulous night out, but I wonder, should I ...would she?" Joe didn't want to spoil anything, and though his desire for Susan was almost overwhelming, he was as nervous as a teenager, that he might somehow spoil it all. If only Joe could have read Susan's mind, she was quite certain what she intended to do.

They stopped at the door of Susan's bedroom. "Joe, thank you for this evening, it was wonderful, better than I could ever have imagined." She put one hand against his cheek, then leant forward and kissed him gently but quickly on the other.

Joe went to respond, he meant to respond, but quick as a flash Susan was through and behind the closed door.

Joe stood for a few seconds, cursing himself silently: he was hardly to know that Susan was leaning on the other side, her back to the door listening intently, breathing heavily.

After a few seconds she heard Joe walk to his room next door and the door open and close. Susan moved surprisingly quickly, she undid her dress a little and took off her bra, then hitched up the skirt of her dress and pulled off her panties. Susan then readjusted herself a little and waited... five minutes had never seemed so long, but she was determined it had to be five minutes.

At last the minute hand came round to the twelve; Susan left her room quietly and made her way along the passage. The softest of knocks drew no response from Joe so she turned the handle and went in. Joe was already in bed. She could see him in the moonlight which just penetrated the room.

"Joe, Joe," she whispered, "I need your help."

Susan stepped into the pale moonlight. "I need your help... to unhook my dress."

She turned her back and sat on the edge of the bed.

Joe sat up quickly and did as he was asked, despite a slight trembling.

Susan then rose and stepped forward a pace, she let the dress fall to the floor, just as a tree outside swayed in the slight breeze sending faint light playing over her nakedness. She picked up the dress and placed it over a chair before turning back to Joe. "Joe," she leant over, her breasts brushed against his chest. "That's not all I need, I need..."

Later, much later, as the sun rose over the harbour Joe Callaghan fell into a dreamless and utterly contented sleep.

Harry Salt arrived at the Hawksworth oval right on time on Saturday morning. Most of the team was already there and the one or two stragglers soon made up the numbers.

The visiting team arrived in a small convoy of cars and utes a minute or two later. Harry didn't know at least three of his own team and introduced himself to them first. At least a couple of them looked very young, no more than fifteen or sixteen, obviously still at school. "At least the Reverend William is playing," he said to himself, "he should be good for a few runs."

"Talking to yourself Harry?" Pete broke in him.

"I was just wondering about our team, by my reckoning, we are at least one bowler and maybe three batsmen short of ideal."

"No negative thinking Harry, we have to do the best with what we've got, At least one of these school kids is a really good batter...I'm hoping that you'll be surprised. We'll just have to give it our best shot."

Harry said nothing more and nodded in agreement.

Pete then turned to the rest of the team, "Listen up; we've lost the toss and they have decided to bat first, remember it's a fifty over game so we can't afford to give away any easy runs. Clarrie," he added, speaking to the youngest and smallest member of the team, "You're wicket keeper so get your kit on."

"I thought you were the wicket keeper," said Harry as they went out on the field.

"I am normally," said Pete, "but the Reverend's got a twinge in his hammy so I may have to be fifth bowler... not good, especially in the semi final."

The game started uneventfully, the wicket looked hard and true and would have helped a genuinely fast bowler, but the Hawksworth opening bowlers virtue was accuracy rather than outright speed. Runs accrued steadily and it was almost a surprise when one of the batsmen flicked at a loose ball and Clarrie took a simple catch. Little happened until the score passed sixty when the other opener played all around a straight ball to be bowled. The visitors reached one hundred without further loss in the twentieth over and despite several bowling changes lost no more batsmen.

Suddenly, a few overs later Pete tossed the ball to Harry, "You're on mate."

"You want me to bowl spin," suggested Harry.

"No," responded Pete decisively, "I want you to bowl your quicker stuff, medium pace left handed. Pitch it in line with their legs to the right handers, but don't stray offline. I want you to slow the scoring rather than get them out, build pressure on them; hopefully they'll get themselves out at the other end."

It seemed that the first part of Pete's strategy worked, as the score slowed to a crawl against Harry's defensive bowling, but then an expensive over at the other end conceded ten, but caused Pete to take a risk. He brought on the other youngster, Brad, a tall quiet boy who played in spectacles; it was immediately apparent that he had talent, a talent for bowling one good ball, often followed by an equally bad one. But fortune favoured the youngster, within a matter of minutes he had conceded twenty five runs but had also dismissed four batsmen, two skiers off bad balls, and a sharp stumping, and another catch to wicketkeeper Clarrie.

"Just keep going mate," grinned Pete to Harry, "I'm gonna take Brad off, I reckon he's had more than his share of luck. Harry kept going, and at the end of his ten over spell had taken none but, only conceded thirty four runs. Pete then brought the openers back and despite one or two big hits by the tailenders, the visitors were all out in the forty eighth over for two hundred and ten.

"Good result so far," Pete told the team at the break between innings, "I expected we would be chasing two fifty at least, but don't be complacent, their bowlers are a lot quicker than ours and we might struggle more than you would think."

Harry decided to take a walk around the oval but was called back by Pete, "Hey where are you going, you need to get ready, you're opening the batting."

"You're kidding; surely you've got better options!"

"None of the options are that good," conceded Pete, "You're a slow scorer but at least you're difficult to get out... your job is just to hang in there whilst the Reverend William scores the runs. If he gets out cheaply, we really are stuffed. Don't worry if he outscores you by three or even four to one; just stay there."

Pete's assessment was correct, the Reverend William was easily Hawksworth's best batsman, and having played every match that season was in top form. Harry neither as talented and completely out of practice soon fell well behind. Against a steady and fairly quick opening attack Harry only opened his account when the vicar had scored twenty and the modest crowd was applauding the Reverend William's fifty before Harry got to double figures. Harry mistimed or just missed every attacking shot he played, and the opposition quickly started to sledge him unmercifully.

"Don't take any notice of the abuse," recommended the vicar, "it was one of the reasons Pete put you in to open, he thought the youngsters might be rattled by it."

"Not exactly a recommendation," grinned Harry to himself, but he hung in there. The opposition made several bowling changes but without result, the vicar passed eighty and Harry struggled to fifteen. Numerous bowling changes were made but with no result for their frustrated opponents.

Then just as the opening partnership passed one hundred in the twentieth over, the opposing captain brought on their fifth bowler. The Reverend William had a brief discussion with Harry, "I don't know why their captain didn't open the bowling with this kid, he's really quick, genuinely fast, but a bit wild, I saw him in juniors last year."

The new bowler was a tall slim aboriginal teenager, his approach was deceptive, very relaxed, but the instant he released the ball Harry knew what his batting partner meant. The ball whistled past the vicar's bat and thudded into the keeper's gloves who had moved much further back. The Reverend William was clearly troubled by the newcomer's sheer pace, but when the bowler dropped short he had no trouble pulling the ball to the fence.

When Harry faced him it was an entirely different story, he saw the first ball well enough, but just didn't react in time, five and a half ounces of rock hard ball slammed into the back of Harry's right hand. The pain was excruciating and Harry could barely hold the bat for the next ball, fortunately it was way off line and whistled through harmlessly.

"Whaddya think the fuckin bat's for," chortled the opposing captain, enjoying Harry's obvious discomfort, and the chortling turned into complete hilarity when the following ball smashed into Harry's ribs. Harry was in trouble, completely out of practice he was no match for the young fast bowler, a fact instantly confirmed as the next ball glanced off Harry's forward prod to again rattle his rib cage. Harry felt like throwing up and the Reverend William had a few words with him to give him a chance to recover.

The last ball from of the over was just what Harry needed, hopelessly short, it deserved to be hit over the fence, Harry swung hard... but it didn't go over the fence, short it may have been but it was still very fast, Harry connected but only with the edge of the bat. The next thing he felt was a massive thump on the side of his head as the ball deflected into the visor of his helmet.

"One," yelled the vicar, and Harry ran the single though his head was still ringing from the blow.

The next thing Harry remembered was a sharp pain and the bowler asking, "You alright mate?

He had only passed out for a few seconds but when he came round Harry was sitting up with his shirt covered in blood. One of the fielders was holding his helmet and Harry could see what had happened, the ball had broken the visor and the jagged edge had made a deep cut in and above his eyebrow. His eye was closing rapidly, and there was no chance he could continue. Harry was led from the field holding a cloth over his eye and various people offered conflicting advice on what to do next. "Harry needs to go to the hospital to get it stitched," decided a familiar voice. It was Trixie, the Reverend William's wife. "I'll take him," she added. "Here, hold this tight over your eye," instructed Trixie, and she handed him a tightly folded cloth.

It was less than five minutes to the Hospital and Harry was in luck, there was very little activity which was most unusual. A nurse had a quick look, "Hmm we get queues of footballers in here on a Saturday but cricketers, not so often...let's take a look... not too bad, a deep and ragged cut in and above the eyebrow, it'll need stitching."

The Doctor then arrived, "Hello Harry, I'm Doctor Gear, Frances Gear. She soon confirmed the nurses comments, "We'll need to put some stitches in... you might feel a bit numb already, so we could manage without a local, it's up to you." Harry elected to try without the anaesthetic and found that it wasn't too bad, the doctor worked methodically and a few minutes later announced all done. "Your right eye is unharmed, though you won't be able to see much out of it for a couple of days because of the swelling, Trixie tells me you passed out, probably shock rather than concussion, but do you have someone at home who can keep an eye on you?"

"My aunt."

"Good, tell Mrs Salt that if you vomit, or anything gets worse, you're to contact me straight away, and in any event I want to see you next Tuesday.

"Well Harry I had better take you home now," suggested Trixie, "don't argue, its not far, and not out of my way either."

When they arrived, it was to discover that Harry's aunt was not in fact at home. "I'll give her a ring," said Harry, "she probably hasn't gone far." Aunt Diane had not; she was visiting a near neighbour and said she would be back within ten minutes.

"I think I'll wait for your aunt," decided Trixie, "considering what the doctor said, just to make sure you are alright."

"Oh, there's no need to," began Harry.

"There's no point arguing, because I'm staying until your aunt gets here."

He resigned himself doing as he was told, and after a few seconds Trixie spoke up again. "Harry, there's something else I wanted to talk to you about, and now is as good a time as any.

"What is it?"

"Harry," Trixie hesitated. "Harry, William and I are expecting a baby... the thing is Harry, we wouldn't be if you hadn't helped us," she hesitated again, "You know, that evening at the church hall."

Harry was lost for words, dumfounded, "And Harry," Trixie continued, "It is William's and my baby, just ours, you do understand that don't you?

"Well, I... I just don't know what to say."

"You don't need to say anything, I just thought you ought to know, it wouldn't be right if I didn't tell you. I chose you because you're clever, like William... and nice... and I knew you would be going away. I'm sorry if I tricked you a little, but I just had to do something, I was desperate. I won't ever talk to you about it again, but I had to tell you."

"Sorry Trixie, but I'm just lost for words."

"Well I did dump it on you a bit I suppose...just say you're happy for us."

"I can say that I suppose, and I suppose I should say congratulations, and the best of luck."

"You are such a sweetie," responded Trixie, and she squeezed his hand and gave him a brief kiss on his cheek.

Aunt Diane's car lurched into the driveway only seconds later bringing their extraordinary conversation to an end. "Now what have you been up to Harry, that's a nasty cut you have there, and you'll have a huge black eye in the morning.




Educating Harry Ch. 20



Diane turned to Trixie, "Thank you so much for taking Harry to the hospital, it's good to have someone around who is practical in an emergency. If it had been left to the men they would probably put a bandage over it and messed it up."

She looked intently back to Harry, "But you're looking rather pale, a bit shocked, more than I would have expected."

Harry was saved from further interrogation by the arrival of two more vehicles, the first was Pete driving his own car and the second was Harry's ute being returned by Pete's girlfriend Tracey.

Pete was beaming, "We won, only just, but we won!"

"Aren't you going to ask Harry how he is," protested Tracey.

"Oh he's alright, just a bit of a cut, be right as rain in a couple of days."

The three women stood to one side, lamenting on the idiocy of men in general and of sportsmen in particular, while Pete told Harry of the famous victory. "That aboriginal kid, the fast bowler; after you left, he got the vicar out for eighty nine in his next over, and then took another five wickets in quick succession. I thought we were stuffed, but then it was really great, Brad and Clarrie the two school kids put on eighty before Clarrie was out but we only needed half a dozen to win and Brad knocked 'em off. Brilliant," he concluded happily.

Tracey saw her chance and leapt in "Come on Pete, you can tell me yet again about your famous victory, but I suspect that Harry could do with a break, we'll be off Mrs Salt...and Harry, you look after yourself."

"I'll be getting along too," said Trixie, "William will be starting to wonder where I have got to."

In just a few seconds they had gone, leaving just Harry and his aunt. "Aunt Diane, I think I'm going to have a lie down for an hour or two, my head is starting to throb a bit."

In Sydney Susan woke and glanced at the clock, "Oh my, almost one in the afternoon;" she slipped out of bed silently, leaving Joe still fast asleep. Wrapping a towel around herself she picked up her dress and went almost silently from his room to her own. Half an hour later, showered and dressed Susan made it out onto the garden terrace where she found Maggie and Carrie. Within less than a minute Ellie joined them.

"You look unreasonably lively Susan," declared Maggie

"I feel pretty good, though it was a long night, the whole event was absolutely brilliant. You should be really proud," added Susan to Ellie.

"I am" said Ellie, "Everything turned out exactly as planned, and you Susan were a sensation."

"Nonsense," responded Susan, "though I did have the feeling that everything turned out just right."

"Was Susan really a sensation mum?" Carrie asked her mother breathlessly.

"Course she was, slew 'em in the aisles," confirmed Maggie, "men all over her, tongues hanging out, women jealous one minute, looking for an introduction the next."

"There you are," confirmed Carrie to Susan, "mum always says things exactly as they are."

"Ok if you insist, I did meet an awful lot of new people and most of them seemed fine to me, even Joes's ex, she made a point of telling me telling me that I had made a good impression, and said she would like to get to know me more."

"Not what she said to me," declared the ever blunt Maggie, "Marcia told me that Susan would be all over the society pages of the Sunday papers and comparisons will be invidious."

"Surely not," interjected Susan.

"I'm afraid they might be," said Ellie, "It's a good story you see Susan, Joe's ex fiancée and his current lady meet, a picture of Marcia, a pound or two more than she was in her prime, over dressed and bejewelled standing next to you in that divine gown, with Joe between you, his preference all to obvious."

"Oh, I hadn't thought... I'm not sure I like that, in fact, I don't like that at all."

"We will have to wait and see," suggested Ellie reassuringly, "One hopes they aren't too cruel to Marcia."

Susan was unconvinced, particularly with the sincerity of Ellie's hopes, but said nothing.

Maggie detecting the undercurrent changed the subject, "Has anyone seen Joe this morning? He's usually the first to be up."

Susan broke out of her reverie and smiled, "He was fast asleep when I left him an hour or so ago, curled up in bed, he looked like a contented little boy," she added dreamily.

Maggie glanced at her mother for only a second, but the trace of Ellie's smile didn't fool Maggie, she knew that at that moment, Ellie, if she could have, would have purred.

As if on cue the subject of their chatter made his appearance, "Hi, post mortem time? he suggested accurately.

"Not really," Maggie responded, "more a self congratulations session,"

"Fair enough, you were all fantastic, Mum, you and Maggie get gold medals for organisation, Jane is going to raise a fortune for her charities on the commitments she got, and Susan, well Susan you were just the best, the very best.

"Ah, little brother," laughed Maggie, "flattery will get you anywhere."

The banter continued as the family relaxed together for the next hour or so. Then Susan's mobile rang. "Excuse me," she said, "This may take some time." Susan walked into the garden so as not to be a distraction: "Hi Lois, what's up?" Whatever it was, a slight frown appeared on Susan's brow, "Oh that's so inconvenient, couldn't he possibly manage Monday? how annoying... never mind, we'll have to make the best of it. Now give me that address again."

Susan closed the call and was thoughtful for a few seconds before rejoining the Callaghans.

"Everthing ok?" queried Joe, "You look a bit concerned."

"No no, nothing major, just very inconvenient... and," she smiled, "In a way, it's your fault. That was my lawyer from Hawksworth, Lois May, we were due to have a meeting in Sydney on Monday with my Sydney lawyers who look after the heavyweight commercial work. It's to do with WGG Joe, and the effects of the offer your firm has made. Apparently my Sydney lawyer has to be interstate first thing Monday and can only see us on Sunday. Lois is catching the plane down later this afternoon and is bringing a bunch of papers for me to read. That means I shall not be able to stay with you tonight. Lois and I are going to stay at her parents apartment at Pier1so that we can work together."

Joe was visibly disappointed, "That's a shame, I was hoping we could go somewhere... just the two of us."

"I'm sorry too Joe," but then a thought brightened Susan' face, "You could perhaps run me over there, say about five'oclock. Lois' flight won't be in until eight...so," concluded Susan innocently, "You might be able to give me a hand with this and that."

Joe understood immediately, "Oh yes, this and that, glad to help, he beamed.

It was seven thirty before Susan said goodbye to Joe, "Shame Lois' parents are overseas," he grinned, "But can't say I missed them all that much."

"I didn't either," laughed Susan, "But at least we had a couple of hours together, but now, you have to go, I want to get tidied up before she gets here."

"Ok ring me Monday, or sooner, whenever you have your business sorted out."

"I will, now give me a kiss and get going."

Joe went and Susan had just finished in the shower when Lois let herself in.

"There's been a new development since I rang," said Lois, "A guy from the Sydney Lawyers is bringing a pile more documents over in a few minutes...You and I Susan, are going to be burning the midnight oil."

Sunday morning was quiet as it usually was in Hawksworth and Maria Bunce strolled into the newsagents at ten thirty. She picked up a copy of the Sun Herald and turned straight to the society pages. "Oh," said Maria, "oh my goodness," Maria picked up the four Sun Heralds and the three Telegraphs on the shelf.

"I would like all of these," she told Mr Lee at the till.

"Goodness me, sometimes we don't sell any copies of the Sydney Sunday papers at all," said Mr Lee, "but wait a second, I'll need to keep one back I promised to deliver it to Mrs Salt."

"That's alright," replied Maria smoothly, "I'm seeing her for coffee after Church, I'll give it to her."

"Thank you so much, that's very kind of you."

Maria strode towards Café Georgios, texting a message to Diane as she went. The reply was delayed for a short while, 'there in five minutes, D.'

" Morning Service must have ended," concluded Maria as she sipped her first coffee, and a few minutes later Diane confirmed the fact as she rounded the corner.

"Good morning my dear, now what can I do for you?"

Maria passed over a copy of the paper

"Oh, Susan's on the front page, what a good picture."

"Photo shopped is my guess," suggested Maria, "They have put a studio picture onto an appropriate background.

"But look at the things they say about her! 'staggeringly lovely, put other women in the shade,' it goes on and on."

"Yes," agreed Maria, "but now turn to the gossip section... the society pages."

Diane did so, she was silent for a few moments but then " Oh dear, oh dear, poor Marcia, this is just so cruel, really Maria, the newspapers are dreadful. The poor woman."

Diane was looking at a picture of Marcia Meyer as she met Susan. It was taken from slightly behind Marcia looking upwards. It showed her ample rear exaggerated by the camera lens and in awful contrast to Susan who looked wonderful in three quarters profile. The inch high caption said it all.

"Ass meets Class."

"Who are these people Diane?"

"This is Marcia Meyer," said Diane tapping the picture, "she was Joe's fiancée eight years ago; she jilted him forty eight hours before their wedding, for another man, a very wealthy man.

"And the other woman?

"Joe's mother Ellie,"

"And is that a smile or a smirk on her face."

"I would rather not say Maria, I really would not," concluded Diane grimly: "I am flying down to Sydney myself this afternoon and will probably hear all about it. Now I must be be off myself," said Diane rising from her chair. As she made to walk away Diane turned back for a moment and smiled, "You know Maria, you really didn't need to protect Harry by intercepting my newspaper. Firstly, he never reads the Sunday paper, he says it's all rubbish."

"And secondly?

"I suspect that if I know Susan as well as I think I do, then Harry has already been told about Joe, in fact I'd bet on it."

Maria's jaw dropped, "So you know about Harry and Susan. Do you know everything Diane?"

"Oh goodness me no, but in Hawksworth, perhaps."

Harry sat in front of his computer, but he wasn't really working, his mind was still preoccupied with Trixie's bombshell: "Why didn't it occur to me, I didn't have the slightest inkling, and Trixie, I thought she wasn't the brightest spark...but she was too smart for me." Harry thought back to the evening at the Church hall and smiled at the memory, "Ambushed," he grinned to himself, "but who wouldn't want to be by Trixie. She was just so, so..."

"Daydreaming Harry," his aunts arrival interrupted him; "how are you feeling this morning? the swelling does not look quite so angry as yesterday."

"It's a bit sore, and awkward to read or use the computer, though I can see reasonably well out of that eye now; and I slept alright so can't complain, I might go for a walk later, if it doesn't get too hot."

"Hmm, well before you do, perhaps you could help me, I'm going down to Sydney this afternoon for a couple of days, to attend to some business issues with Susan Tremaine and Lois May. I have to get a few things ready, and read some papers Lois sent me, so do you think you could give me a hand by making me an early lunch, and driving me to the airport. The Sunday flight is at a rather awkward time, twelve thirty, so we do not have much time."

Harry was glad to have something to do and precisely at twelve he dropped his aunt off for her flight. "I'll be back Tuesday Harry; Susan or Lois will probably be able to give me a lift from the airport, but I'll ring you if I am stuck."

********

Joe did not hear from Susan at all on Sunday except for a very brief text in the morning to say that she was very busy but promised to see him before returning to Hawksworth. On Monday at midday John Callaghan received a call at his office. "Mr Callaghan, my name is Lois May, I am Susan Tremaines lawyer and also legal advisor to the pension fund she and Mrs Salt are involved with."

"What can I do for you?"

"Mrs Tremaine has requested an urgent meeting with you as chairman of your company, and with your son."

"And can I ask you what the subject of this meeting is?"

"That's a little awkward, Mrs Tremaine has instructed me that she specifically wants to explain herself, certain matters arising from the sale of WGG and its assets.

"Very well, how soon do you wish to see us?"

"This afternoon, after five o'clock if possible."

"Let's say six, to give ourselves a little wriggle room."

"Fine, perhaps you would like to come to us," and Lois gave him the address.

John thought long and hard after he put the phone down; "Any issues with the pension fund are resolvable...I don't think Susan would want to get involved with WGG in any ongoing way, she already knows they are inept cowboys. No, probably just concern over her developing relationship with Joe."

John put the same points to Joe who agreed, apart from wondering whether they ought to contact WGG and find out whether they could shed any light. "No," said John, "our offer to them runs out on Tuesday, so we don't want to set any hares running at this late stage; let's wait and see what Susan has to say."

Precisely at six, John and Joe arrived at Lois' apartment to find just Lois, Susan and Diane there. Both John and Joe noticed that Susan looked rather pale and a little nervous. They sat around the table in the dining room and Diane made opening comments,

"We asked you here this afternoon because we knew that you had made an offer for certain of WGG's interests, more specifically the company that Susan and her parents sold to them in 2007. Initially, our only interest arose from our responsibilities to the old Pension fund of which we remained trustees. However, in a little more than forty eight hours, events have taken a radically different turn. Technically and legally there was no necessity for this meeting, but Susan insisted, and I agree, that we would have been personally very remiss had we not explained ourselves. Now Susan will take it up from there."

Susan stood up, she bit her lip, clearly very nervous, "I may as well get straight to the point. Tomorrow WGG are due to give you their response to your takeover offer. You will receive a rejection, because we have made them a more attractive offer which has been accepted."

"What! you're kidding," burst out Joe, "You have barely had forty eight hours to think about it... we have been working on it for months."

"Hold on a moment Joe," recommended his father, "let's hear Susan out."

Susan was taken aback for a moment, and more than a little irritated with Joe's outburst, but she went on, "When we originally sold to WGG in 2007 they asked in addition for an option on the purchase of some properties we owned in a number of centres. Those properties were adjacent to others they already owned within their group. They couldn't buy ours at the time because their borrowings were already stretched beyond any sense.

"On the basis that you shouldn't give anything away for nothing, we obtained an undertaking that if ever they were to consider selling the company we would be given a conditional first option to purchase it back. The price for that option to be exercised was set at only 45% of what they had paid us. We never in our wildest imaginings thought that circumstance would ever occur. But in the wake of the Global financial crisis, WGG and their bankers asked us yesterday evening whether we would be interested in a buyback.

"That meant that your offer must have been less than 45% of the 2007 sale price. We guessed about 40%."

John acknowledged the accuracy of Susan's comment with a rueful smile.

"We really were not a willing buyer even at that price but it emerged in discussion with the banks yesterday and today that other WGG properties adjacent to ours in six different centres were also available for sale... at firesale prices... the banks really are desperate to get any WGG mortgage debt off their books as well.

"The conclusion that we eventually agreed, was that we would buy back the company for an amount fractionally less than your offer to WGG, but that we would include within the package our purchase of these six adjacent commercial properties. Frankly it is a deal all round at rock bottom prices, because the main driving force is the banks requirement at almost any cost to retire the debt.

"It would have been a good deal for you at the price you offered, but we now have the ability to consolidate very substantial commercial space in four of the six centres, in addition to taking back a business operation we already know inside out. It's the deal of a lifetime for us."

"Susan my dear," said John, "You have done extraordinarily well, congratulations."

Susan came to his side of the table and reached for the water jug. "Don't be too nice. I've been worried sick that you would be angry at being left in the dark."

Joe blurted out, "All that work, for nothing... and I've been sleeping with the enemy."

Susan slowly turned towards Joe, her face was more than pale now it was drained parchment white, and her hand shook slightly with anger, "What did you say?"

Joe tilted his chair back, his hands behind his head, he knew he was in trouble, he was cornered, "I said," he repeated levelly, "That I have been sleeping with the enemy."

Joe should have known better than to put himself off balance, in front of an angry woman holding a quart jug of iced water. The water hit him flush in the face. Unfortunately for Joe, Susan followed through and the base of the jug clipped him accidentally but firmly on the side of his nose and over his eye. He went sprawling.

Susan stood over him for a moment, aghast at what she had done, "You horrible, horrible man;" she then burst into tears, ran for the bedroom and slammed the door.

Joe staggered to his feet, "I must... he started."

"Joel Callaghan, sit down, sit down now." commanded Diane. Joe knew he was in strife when Diane used his full name. "Susan is far too upset to see you now. Lois, just go and see that Susan is alright and make sure she stays where she is until I have spoken to her. She is too distraught to deal with Joe just now."

Diane turned on Joe, "I don't know what to say to you Joe, it beggars belief that you could have been so stupid... but I think you know that already. Since you brought Susan here forty eight hours ago she has had precisely two hours sleep. She has had to bargain and deal with a team of obdurate bankers, and fools from WGG for most of that time, and all the while she was worrying herself sick, that you might think she was deceiving you."

Joe knew that every word was justified and attempted to respond, but Diane stopped him.

"No Joe, not now, I want you to go home, both you and Susan need a little time. I shall ring you within a couple of hours. And Joe," she continued in a much gentler tone, "this will all be sorted out, just leave it too me."

"Come on Joe, time for us to go," John propelled his son to the door.

Just at that moment Lois re-entered the room, she glanced at Joe, "That black eye is going to be a doozy... She grinned for a moment, "I'd offer you an ice pack... but you seem to have used the ice already!"

As things turned out, it was little more than an hour when Diane telephoned, she only spoke to Joe for a few minutes and it was she who did the talking and Joe the listening.

"You are quite clear about the time and place?"




Educating Harry Ch. 20



"Yes."

"Good."

"Now my mother wants to speak to you."

"Does she," replied Diane grimly, "Well I do not wish to speak to her, you can tell her that, and also that I shall call upon her at ten thirty tomorrow morning. I'll then give her a full account.

"What did she say? Ellie asked, almost before the phone was put down.

"Nothing much, just that Susan is exhausted and already fast asleep. And that Susan and I are to have coffee together tomorrow morning"

"She must have said more than that, I'll give her a ring."

"No mother, no you won't, Aunt Diane said quite specifically she did not want to speak to you... but that she would call to see you at ten thirty tomorrow."

"Are you sure...quite sure?"

"Absolutely certain."

"Yes"

"Oh."

After Joe had left Ellie turned to her husband, "Do you think that Diane is upset with me?"

"The thought had crossed my mind my dear, but Diane doesn't really do 'upset,' I suspect she might suggest disappointment in something or other."

"Hmm, you're a big help." Ellie pursed her lip, "When Diane is 'disappointed' it can be damn unpleasant for whoever has annoyed her."

"Well," John smiled disarmingly, "in that case you shouldn't have anything to worry about, should you?"

Just before ten thirty on Tuesday morning Ellie was surprised to see both her daughters arrive. Maggie and Jane assured her that Diane had asked them to come, though neither was certain exactly why. "She sounded a bit fierce," said Jane, "so I didn't like to ask,"

There was no time for further speculation as Diane herself was shown in. "Good to see you all again," she greeted them, "Thank you," she added as John offered a seat. "Firstly I can tell you I dropped Susan off some ten minutes ago and the last I saw was that both Joe and Susan were vying to take the entire responsibility for yesterdays ridiculous contretemps. They were, as the young people say, all over each other."

"Thank goodness for that," said Ellie "I hardly slept a wink last night thinking she might dump Joe."

"That concern Ellie," remarked Diane acidly. "says very much more about your incapacity to judge character than it does of Susan's. It was only ever a spat, never of any consequence... though rather spectacular as John will agree." Diane smiled, "Susan will indulge in a little more agonising and Joe will have his black eye to remind him of his idiocy for a few days."

"Is it bad?" grinned Maggie.

Diane smiled again, "Lois May, our lawyer described it as 'a real doozy' and it is, it looks dreadful."

For a moment the atmosphere relaxed, but only for a moment: Diane spoke, "Now we have one or two more tricky issues to sort out. "Ellie, you have long harboured a grudge against Marcia Meyer, have you not?"

"Well yes, but she had it coming."

"Perhaps, but do you think your thirty three year old son, still needs you to ride shotgun, to protect him, to coddle him."

"I do no such thing, I..."

"If that was true, there was even less reason for your humiliation of Marcia..." Diane continued very softly, "The fabulous picture of Susan on the front page of the newspaper was no accident, a studio shot superimposed on an appropriate background. And the disgraceful picture comparing Marcia to Susan... to Marcia's obvious disadvantage...that was obviously a set up.

"Don't smirk Maggie, I shall come to yours and Jane's complicity in just a moment." Diane's voice became even quieter as she delivered her final charge; "At Hawksworth Ellie, you persuaded Susan to promise you that she would never humiliate Joe as Marcia did."

Ellie nodded agreement.

"And yet, without a twinge of conscience you, Ellie, Maggie, Jane, used...yes, used Susan, to exact your petty revenge... to humiliate Marcia Meyer in a most contemptible manner.

Ellie's face was ashen under her friends withering assessment, "I won't deny, I can't..."

Diane let Ellie suffer for a few seconds, but then interrupted, "No point in beating yourself up about it Ellie, it's done, what you have to do now is rehabilitate Marcia; her behaviour at least, was exemplary. Susan has already given you a lead. At eleven Joe and Susan will be joined by Marcia ...and I wouldn't be at all surprised if your friendly photographer Tony just happens to be on hand to take a snap of the happy trio. Something for tomorrow's paper."

"That is all I have to say for now, I am going to talk to you in a few days about a project I have, not altogether unconnected with this. "Now John, you can drive me back into the city."

Ellie went to the door with Diane, leaving her chastened daughters behind for the moment.

"Diane," Ellie was almost in tears, I'm sorry, so sorry, I..."

"Don't go on so dear, give me a hug...there, and there's one thing you can console yourself with."

"What?"

"I'm willing to bet that within six months young Carrie will achieve her greatest ambition."

"Whatever do you mean?"

"Oh Ellie you can be so dense sometimes; to be a bridesmaid at her uncles wedding of course."

John and Diane drove for a few minutes in silence before John spoke, "Quite a roasting Diane, but in the end no penance for Ellie... I was wondering about that project of yours?"

"So you should John, so you should." Diane smiled widely, "A few months ago I asked Johnny Lister if I could introduce Maria Bunce to him. He agreed to photograph her and later Susan, provided I did something for him."

"And that something?"

"Johnny has been invited to do a retrospective of his career, to be shown at the art gallery, he wants to use certain pictures he took over the years that were rather more interesting: pictures that have never seen the light of day; more intimate than those published at the time. Eight women are to be persuaded, my role is to persuade them.

"Ah, and you know that Ellie."

"Yes, and Johnny is particularly keen on her pictures."

"Getting eight to agree will not be easy."

"I've already got four and I haven't even asked Ellie or Susan yet, it will be quite easy, three of them live in Hawksworth."

"You don't mean... not you as well."

Diane smiled, "You don't think Ellie was brave enough to do that shoot alone, and Johnny was very clever. He knew we were good friends, but also very competitive. He used that to get us to push each other, to be a little more adventurous."

"Well I'm damned, I can't wait to see it... but I shan't say a word to Ellie."

*****

Harry had endured a frustrating day, his right eye had opened a little and his vision was almost normal, but if he tried to read or use the computer he soon became very conscious of the restriction, it was very distracting. He went to evening surgery, hoping the doctor would remove the stitches, but she said, "No, not yet, you're healing quickly, but another couple of days will be better. Come back on Thursday."

Harry walked back from the doctors surgery thinking to himself that Aunt Diane would be home within the next half hour, provided the evening flight from Sydney was on time. As Harry turned into his aunt's driveway he had immediate evidence that it was, Susan's Audi swept in just behind him and came to a halt in front of the house. Susan was out of the car first, "Hi Harry, good to see... oh my, Harry, whatever have you done?" but then to Harry's consternation she burst out laughing. "Oh Harry, I'm sorry, but it is so funny... if only you knew."

By this time Aunt Diane had also emerged, and she too had a broad smile on her face. "I didn't tell Susan about your accident, and when she explains, you'll understand why she laughed so much."

"Sorry Harry, I shouldn't have really, but you're not the only man I know with a black eye at the moment."

"Are you going to come in for a coffee," asked a mystified Harry.

"Mmm' I would like to, but tomorrow morning, I am going to have to issue a whole bunch of instructions to lawyers about a business deal we made over the weekend. I'm going to have an early night tonight and make an early start... But, can you come over tomorrow afternoon, say about four, and I'll tell you everything I did, and how it all went."

Harry took his aunt's bag from the car and before he had time to say more, Susan was already on the move, "Bye Harry, see you tomorrow."

"Susan seems to be very excited, perhaps you could tell me how everything went," suggested Harry, as they went inside

"In summary, I will: socially, I am reliably informed, Susan was a sensation, a triumph. Everyone I have spoken to has run out of superlatives. But in addition to that, Susan went away on Friday as a young woman with a very healthy income and in the space of a few days has returned very decidedly wealthier. And now perhaps you might make me a coffee."

"Ok, and I suppose that's all you're going to tell me?"

"Yes I think so. It's Susan's story really, and I am fairly sure she is looking forward to telling you herself; she gives you a great deal of credit for how things have turned out."

"Does she?" replied Harry, rather pleased with himself.

"Yes, probably too much, she's very fond of you, you know. Now where's that coffee?"

Four o'clock the following day Harry arrived at Susan's. To Harry's slight surprise, and delight the first thing Susan wanted was to make love, but afterwards when then were lying together in bed, she started to tell him about the ball.

Susan told him every detail, but whilst Harry might not have remembered everything she said, he was captivated by the joy she had clearly taken in it, and the knowledge that she personally had been such a success. Harry couldn't help but be caught up in her enthusiasm, and more than once, her delight in herself reminded him of Alice.

Eventually Susan said "That's about it, I couldn't have wished it any better...and Harry a lot of it's down to you."

"Teaching you to dance?"

"Not just that, something more, much more... I have always been confident in my own abilities, as a pilot and with accounting work, but socially I've been a bit of a retard, I'm ok one to one, and with people I know well, but really without much experience of larger groups. You brought out the confidence to be myself I suppose. And," she added turning over to face him, "It took more than just dance lessons to achieve that."

"Oh"

"And Harry, I think perhaps..."

"Perhaps what?"

"I think that aspect needs a little reinforcement." Susan bit her lip enticingly, "I mustn't let myself forget."

Harry did not reply, he was far too preoccupied with the soft lips which met his own and the slim hand pulling him towards her.

The following morning Susan called on Maria; she repeated the same account without the same interruptions, but with one addition. "And, after we had said good night, I waited a few minutes then slipped next door to Joe's room."

"Go on."

"He was already in bed, I just stood in front of him and said, 'Joe, I need some help... to undress,' or something like that... I don't remember exactly."

"And was it?"

"Good, oh yes, it was a bit strange at first, we were both a bit nervous, like a couple of teenagers almost... but we soon got over that, and everything was great."

"So how do you feel about ..."

"Having two lovers;" Susan interrupted again "To be honest, really good, obviously it's only going to be for a really short time because Harry will be going away, but just the fact that I've done it makes me feel good about myself, sort of an achievement."

Both women giggled in agreement, then Susan said, "Now I'll tell you about how I bought back the company." The second part of the story of Susan's weekend was much more quickly told, and Maria was more interested in the meeting with Joe.

"He didn't say that ... surely not, 'sleeping with the enemy,' oh my.

"And you hit him... hard I hope.

"With the jug as well, oh dear... but he did deserve it."

"And I called him, 'a horrible, horrible man."

"Quite right too, What happened next?

"I ran out, and of course once I had calmed down a bit, said I would apologise. Diane wouldn't have it, said it wouldn't hurt Joe to have a sleepless night. The last thing I remember is her telling me that she would arrange for Joe and I to meet the next day, then she gave me a sleeping tablet and that was it for at least twelve hours.

"So you patched things up."

"Yes, he was all over me and in truth I was the same, I suppose we had both behaved pretty badly, and I did regret clipping him with the jug... because that wasn't intended, though I don't regret dumping the water on him."

"So where does it go from here?"

"Joe and me," Susan was silent for a few seconds, "A long way I suspect, but I'm still going to stick to my original timetable. Alice will be home next week and Harry will leave for the USA a couple of days after that. Then only two days after Harry leaves, Alice starts Uni in Sydney. I shall travel down with her, and I've already asked Joe if I can stay with him for a couple of weeks. There will be a lot to sort out with respect to these company and property purchases, the lawyers are doing most of the work at the moment, but I'll need time in Sydney too. It will also give Joe and I a chance to get to know each other better... just the two of us."

Over the next few days Harry noticed a slight change in Susan, she was as keen as ever to go to bed but Harry noticed that the imperative to experiment and try new things had lessened, their love making was a little more relaxed and though she had taken the initiative before, Susan now seemed more comfortable when she did so.

But the more he thought about it over the next few days it slowly dawned on Harry that he was waiting for her to call time on their affair. He was driving over one afternoon to see her when he said quite suddenly to himself, "I can't expect her to make the call, it's not fair."

Harry found her in the kitchen making the inevitable coffee. "Hi," she greeted him, "Want one?"

Harry ignored her question, he took her hand and sat opposite at the bench. "Susan we need to talk, remember when we went for that walk at Mount Canobolas: what we talked about.

She nodded.

"It's time Susan, I've been waiting for you to say it for a few days now...but driving over, I realised I shouldn't leave it all up to you. It wouldn't be fair. We should end it now... it's the absolutely last thing I want, but that's how it has to be."

Susan did not know quite what to say at first, but rather gravely she eventually spoke. "I know you're right and I have been telling myself the same...but it's just been so wonderful, I didn't want to end it." She stopped for a moment, then laughed, slightly nervously; "But I don't want you to just walk out the door... Can we... Can't we, just one last time."

Two hours later Susan nudged Harry, "Come on, time to go," they dressed, and Susan held his hand as she walked with him to his ute.

"Do you remember Susan?

"Wandering rainbows, leave a little colour

"For my heart to own."

"The Nilsson song? As if I'd forget"

"You've been my rainbow, I've never loved another woman."

"Not the only one, maybe the first, just the first."

"Well, that's how I'll always remember you.

Susan smiled, "I would like that... 'to be a little colour... for your heart to own."

She then hugged him wordlessly for a few moments, released him and said, "Go now Harry."

Susan watched his ute out of the driveway and listened as the familiar note faded into the distance, then turned and walked into the house. She sat for a few moments in the lounge room and took a deep breath; she was shaking slightly. "Susan Tremaine," she said to herself, "you may not have loved him, but you came awfully damn close."

Harry's response to their break up was typical, he threw himself into his work and for the next four days, Professor Schering in Massachucetts was staggered at the volume and quality of work sent to her computer. "We have to get this young man," she told a colleague, "He is just so talented, it scares me." She was not to know that Harry had already almost certainly decided in her favour.

Diane observed Harry closely, but without comment for several days, just exchanging a few words at mealtimes. Then one morning she walked out to where Harry was working with his laptop in the shade of the kaffir plum tree: "Harry, I have just taken a call, you are going to have visitors in half an hour or so...Susan is bringing Alice over, apparently she wants to talk to you." Diane then turned back to the house, but hesitating came back and put her hand on his shoulder, "Harry, I know it hurts now, but there will come a time when that will end...and you'll never regret your time with Susan."

Harry grinned, "I know, but I never guessed it would hurt this much..." he then perked up, "but Alice will have plenty to tell me, it will be good to see her."

In much less than half an hour Susan's car scrunched over the gravel. "Harreee," Alice launched herself at him, "I have got so much to tell you."

It was impossible to feel down with Alice around, and Harry barely had time to say "Hi" to Susan, before she said, "I must be going now; Alice, give me a ring and I'll pick you up later."

For the next ninety minutes Alice gave Harry a blow by blow account of her time in Chicago, it was impossible for Harry not to get caught up in her enthusiasm for every small event, but eventually she broke in on herself. "Oh Harry before I forget, you're due to fly out in a few days, what are you going to do with your ute?"

Caught slightly off guard Harry said, "I was just going to leave it behind, sell it if I can, though it won't make much."

"Will you sell it to me, Mum says I can have a car but she won't let me have anything fancy, says it will get damaged or stolen if its parked on the roadside while I'm at uni."

"Well if you're sure it's what you want, you can have it."

"Mum knew that George did the natural gas conversion on it and he told me that mechanically the ute is excellent, though the body has a few dents and dings. Now I know if I asked you for a price, you might say something silly, so how about we ask the guys that service it what would be a fair price?

"Sounds ok to me."

"Good that's settled then."

"Now Harry you've heard all about me and what I have been doing this summer; what about you?

Harry rambled and stuttered a little about work and wracked his brain for inconsequential subjects, all too well aware of the need to avoid one subject in particular.

"Sounds a bit dull to me," said Alice, "so no romance, no tempestuous affair to tell me about?"

Harry was aware that he was being pushed into a corner and thought fast; "Alice, since you left, there's been no one like you, not of course that anyone could compare with you."

Alice smiled and Harry relaxed. "That was a really good answer Harry, clever... but not clever enough," she ruffled his hair and grinned wickedly. "Because I know, that while what you said might be true it isn't the whole story."

"But I...what do you mean...? Harry spluttered.

"Because when I got back, mum and I sat down and had a really long chat...she told me everything."

"Everything?"

Alice nodded, she was like the cat with the cream, "And I think it's the most beautiful story I ever heard."

Harry's head was in his hands, "Susan told you everything?"

"Yup, everything."

"And you're not mad at me."

"Don't be silly, I even suggested you to her... though at the time she did say it was a crazy idea."

"I still can't believe it."

"Oh yes, we compared notes... detailed, very detailed notes," grinned Alice, "but you just about got a pass.

"And Harry," said Alice becoming serious, "you were wonderful for mum, you gave her something that she had missed, and she'll never forget you for that, you will always be special to her."




Educating Harry Ch. 20



It was Harry's turn to be serious, "I love her, you know Alice."

"Of course you do, but soon, think of all those American women you'll meet... just like me, I met loads of American guys."

"Oh yeah and I suppose they're all chasing you."

"Well, there is one slightly nerdy, but very sweet man who will be going back to the University of Michigan with a smile on his face, a very big smile I think."

Alice's visit bucked Harry up no end, and he spent the next day cleaning up his ute, ready for her. "I have never seen it looking so clean, it really is white," said Diane.

"I thought I ought to tidy her up a bit before handing her over to Alice, she's coming over first thing in the morning because there has been a change of plan, she and Susan are going down to Sydney a bit earlier than they originally thought."

"Yes Susan told me, the lawyers need her there now rather than later."

"It means I'm going to have to ask you to take me to the airport for my US. flight, I had planned to ask Alice if she would take me, but she will already have gone to Sydney."

"Mmm' that might be a little awkward, I have a rather important meeting I can't put off...but hang on, I know someone who is going down to Tamworth the same day, it's almost certainly the same connecting flight, I'll have a word and see if something can be fixed up."

To Harry's surprise the first people to turn up the following day were Lois and Carol, "I'm just dropping Lois off she's travelling with Susan and Alice, Lois is going to brief Susan on a few things during the trip."

No more than a minute later Susan and Alice arrived. "I never took a quarter as much stuff as this," laughed Harry, as he transferred Alice's bags to the ute. "She's been filled up with both LPG and regular fuel, don't forget to run her for a few miles every month or two on liquid fuel, then you know it will work as a back up should you really need it."

Five minutes later, a succession of hugs, kisses and best wishes, and Lois, Alice and Susan were gone.

Carol spoke up, "It's going to be strange being without Lois, she's going to be working with Susan and the Sydney lawyers pretty much non stop for the next two weeks: It'll be strange too, not having my best pupil around in Hawksworth" she gave Harry a hug. "Keep in touch and let us know how you are."

"He will Carol," said Diane, "I shan't let him use me as an excuse for not telling everyone what he is up to."

"I don't suppose you will need a reminder to tell me when your babies arrive," grinned Harry.

"No I won't," laughed Carol, "But make sure you look after yourself," then after a last swift hug and kiss she too was gone.

"Harry, I almost forgot, said his aunt as they re-entered the house, "Billy Thompson rang, he wants you to ring him back."

A few minutes later, Harry heard Billy's unmistakable voice on the phone, "G'day mate 'ow are yer goin'. What I wanted to know," Billy continued, "is I got somethin' to drop off at your place; would this arvo be ok?

"That would be fine, But my aunt won't be here, is that ok, and what is it?"  "You'll 'ave to wait and see what it is," Billy laughed, "say about two o'clock then, cheerio."

Harry shrugged, "Ok, I'll just wait and see."

Only a minute or so late Billy's ancient ute turned slowly into the drive, followed not ten seconds later by Maria's Lexus. Harry came out to meet them looking mystified. Two of Billy's workmen followed Maria in another ute. "C'mon fellas get'er unloaded."

"In the front hall I think Billy," suggested Maria.

"But what?" began Harry, as the two men carried a large covered object up the steps and through the front door.

"Under the mirror, that's right... thank you," said Maria to the two helpers as they left.

"It's a present," Maria informed Harry. "now Billy, take the cover off."

This only took the old builder a few seconds.

"But that's amazing... just amazing," exclaimed Harry, "How did you get it to look so fantastic, it's the old campaign chest...it used to be such a grubby dusty old thing. Now it's come up a deep golden red colour, how did you do it?"

Billy was obviously very proud of his work, "Just a lot of elbow grease and polish Harry. Took off all the brass, the handles, cleaned everything up, then put more polish on 'er than you'd think possible. Really though there's no substitute for good timber and this is the best cedar, "Toona Australis" he added .

Harry then turned to Maria, "But you're too generous, it's too good."

"No I'm not Harry, remember that if Pete hadn't stopped me, I would have swilled it down with water and left it in the hot sun. You and your aunt made me a big profit with the sale of the slates and bricks, so I reckon you deserve it. You won't be able to take it with you this time, but you will be back in Hawksworth one day, and meanwhile your aunt can look after it."

Billy interrupted, "Well Mrs B, I'd better be getting' along now, to see what my blokes are up to... good luck Harry," the builder added sticking out a knarled old hand.

Harry and Maria watched him leave, "Billy's a lesson," said Harry "never jump to the conclusion that you know everything about someone."

"That's certainly true," agreed Maria, "and on that very subject I have something to tell you... but after you remember your hospitality?"

"Oh yes sorry... what can I get you, coffee?

"Um, ah no, not today, I'll just have a glass of cold milk."

They walked together out onto the terrace. Maria was silent for a few seconds as if collecting her thoughts but then spoke up almost suddenly, "Do you remember Harry the first time we met?"

"Yes at Susan's house, I had been giving Alice a tutorial."

"If that's what you call it," Maria laughed, "Just before you and Alice came down Susan had been demonstrating her security system to me, more specifically the closed circuit television... and more specifically still, the room you and Alice..."

Light dawned for Harry. "So you saw... me and Alice... but Alice never said anything... nor did Susan. O lord, but hang on ..."

Maria interrupted, "It was at that point I decided I had a job for you."

"What, sorting out slates and bricks."

"No, not that job at all, something quite different."

"What d'you mean?"

"This is difficult... you will also remember that time I tore into you about not being honest."

"Yes, but I prefer to remember the making up."

"Maybe Harry, but I'm being serious for a moment... I wasn't very honest with you, in fact not honest at all. You asked me once about birth control... and I said that you can leave that to me. That wasn't true Harry, because it was my original intention, the job I had in mind for you... I wanted to get pregnant."

"So you are..."

"Yes I'm pregnant,"

Harry went pale, "I don't know what to say."

"I'm sorry Harry but hear me out; as I said, my original intention was to get pregnant. I'm thirty two, have one failed marriage, and a string of failed relationships behind me. On the other hand I desperately want a child, I'm a fairly wealthy woman and thought I knew what I was doing. I succeeded, but I never realised how much you were going to come to mean to me. I'm sorry Harry, really, really sorry, I used you like this, but I also have to admit, I'm overjoyed that I have become pregnant with you.

Harry was completely lost for words, but knew he had to respond, he just stood, walked over to where Maria was sitting and hugged her close. He said nothing and Maria sniffed and cried quietly into his shoulder. "I'm sorry Harry, sorry I'm such a selfish bitch, but I really couldn't stop myself."

Harry seemed to know instinctively, that what Maria wanted, was not a reasoned response, but just for him to hang on and comfort her, until she got over this huge emotional speed bump. For a long time Maria just clung to him, tightly, shaking slightly, eventually she sniffed inelegantly and pushed him away to reveal a reddened rather teary face. "I must look a sight... it must be the hormones making me upset." She found a tissue and blew her nose determinedly, "So you see Harry, I'm over the moon that I'm pregnant, but I feel guilty as hell for deceiving you."

Harry at last found his voice, "Well you can cut that out, feeling guilty I mean," he grinned briefly, "After all, if you had announced your intentions, half of Hawksworth would have been queuing up to help you out."

Maria sniggered,"D'you think so?"

"Absolutely."

"And you're not mad?"

"No," claimed Harry stoutly, "If that is what you want, I think it's great, at the very least it's a helluva compliment."

"You're amazing Harry, just amazing."

Maria then spent the better part of an hour explaining how she wanted her own child, how she was going to bring him up... she seemed sure it was a him, and everything else she planned to do. "You're sure Harry, that you don't mind that he won't know anything of you, or ever even meet you probably."

"I'm pretty sure, I'm not certain that I even know myself well enough to be absolutely certain, but if you are happy with how things have turned out, I'm happy and more importantly I'm happy for you."

Maria seemed to become more settled after this and after they spent the next few minutes chatting about inconsequential bits and pieces, Harry walked her to her car, Maria sat in the seat with the door open for a moment. "Harry, one last thing, kiss me like you mean it!"

Harry did.

Maria broke away and started the engine, "Drat you Harry Salt," she laughed, "I'm always gonna' love you a little bit."

And she was gone. As she drove down the road Maria had a huge smile of relief on her face and a single thought in her mind, "Well I told him half the truth," and she then laughed joyfully out loud.

Harry was nothing like so settled. He just scribbled a note to his aunt and put it on the campaign chest, "A present from Maria!' Out for a couple of hours, see you later." Harry went for a walk, a long walk, the last thing he wanted to face at the moment was the thought of any incisive questioning from his aunt. He reasoned that a long walk would give him time to think, "Ok Lois and Carol, I knew where that was going from the start, but then Trixie and now Maria... four of them, and probably not much more than a month apart."

He walked through the town and up the hill overlooking it, but when he got to the top and found a bench to sit on for a moment, he found that the questions were the same, as were the answers. "Four women pregnant and all happy to be so, two told me before the event the other two after. And I'm supposed to be super smart, how did I get myself in this situation? But there isn't a 'situation' really... none of them want me to be involved in the future. Should I feel bad, or guilty about it, I don't know. But I can't say anything, or do anything much, if none of them want me to."

The same thoughts went around in his head half a dozen times Harry realized there was precious little he could do without causing far more harm than good he would have to keep the confidences that all four women had invested in him.

When he eventually got home his aunt remarked on the gift of the campaign chest, "It's wonderfully generous Harry, and in a sense totally appropriate, because you are now going off on a new campaign of your own in the US, but I suspect that Maria may have had a minor motive of her own as well." Harry's pulse raced at that remark, "She is very keen for me to complete the story of Charles and Elizabeth Massie, having this here will be a constant reminder."

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A few days later Harry was just about to board his plane in Sydney when the attendant at the gate took him to one side, "Mr Salt, you have been upgraded to Business class." Harry wondered for a moment, why he had been picked out, but not coming up with an answer wasted no more time on it. He eased himself into the seat next to the window, enjoying the unanticipated luxury for a few moments.

A few moments later his reverie was interrupted, "Hi," a tall, pencil slim, and from her dress he assumed a businesswoman, spoke to him, her hair was tied back and gave her a rather severe appearance, her voice was low but betrayed immediately an unmistakable Boston accent. "I understand that we will be travelling companions right through to my home town." Before Harry could reply there was an announcement, that the flight would be delayed for some twenty minutes. "Oh good," said his new companion, "Time to change." She then disappeared towards the rest room.

Harry fell, for the umpteenth time, into reflecting on the last few days, going through his mind, first Alice then Carol and Lois, Trixie, Maria, then crazy Bella as he sometimes thought of her. A crazy, wonderful summer, and then the interlude at Byron with Freddy.

But his mind always returned to Susan, she had captured something of him and whilst he knew she was now lost to him forever, the pain of his loss was starting to recede, leaving him with the realization, that he at least for a while had been special for her.

And then there was this mornings delay, five hours late leaving Hawksworth, but what a diversion... he grinned to himself at the memory; but before he could dream any more a voice intruded... "Excuse me, Mr Salt? It was the co- pilot. "I see we got you the upgrade." Harry was mystified, but then she explained, "Susan Tremaine, I believe you know her, her dad gave me my start as a pilot, I did a lot of my training with her, Susan rang a couple of days ago to see if I could do something."

"That explains it, I wondered why I was picked out."

"Well enjoy your flight and let Susan know when you can."

The intervention reminded Harry of something he had almost forgotten about, He had received a small package in the mail the previous day. It contained a flash drive together with a short note written by Susan, "For Harry, but not to be opened before you leave Australia."

"Hmm, I'm through immigration and passport control, so technically we are out of Australia; Harry pulled out his laptop and put the flash drive in. The first item on the screen just said in plain script "For Harry," and when that faded out, it was replaced by the single word, "Only!"

The first picture was of Susan in everyday clothes, next to Harry's surprise, was one of Maria, "They must have got these done together." Some were studio shots, some were taken outside, Harry thought he recognised the stockyards in Tamworth as a background to one of Maria's, and was certain that one of Susan was taken at the corner of Peel and Bridge streets in the same town. All of the photographs were superb, obviously by a top professional.

Gradually the pictures grew, a little more daring, one of Maria leaning over a gate in the stock yards, displaying her magnificent ass as she looked with apparently total innocence into the distance. Another of Susan at the airport showed her with her hand around the fuselage of a model plane beneath an advertising caption, which invited the viewer to 'come fly with me.'

The mood changed, Maria in her red dress and then several of her in her snake tattoo and nothing else, Then a surprise, Susan hanging onto a mesh fence by her hands, legs awry; in her tennis dress, hair a mess and with sweat obvious on her face. Harry studied this a long time his smile broadening. A number of pictures followed which though quite discrete, were amazingly erotic, with both Maria and Susan clad in little more than light and shade.

Then at the end was something totally unexpected, a three quarters black and white, nude, both Susan and Maria; Maria with her arm around Susan's shoulder, Susan with her hand protectively resting on Maria's belly. They both had the faintest of smiles, knowing smiles, as they looked down slightly below the camera.

"So they knew, they knew about each other, all of the time," Harry was at once unaccountably relieved at this, and at the same time happy about it . He didn't try to rationalise it. It just felt right. This picture faded to the final one, a formal shot of Maria in her red dress, with Susan in her silver and gold.

Harry was lost in a world of his own for a few moments but then a Bostonian accent above him commented, "They are two beautiful women."

"They are," agreed Harry, and added absent mindedly... "One of them loved me, and I loved one of them."

"Oh sorry," he said looking up suddenly, "I was miles away."

His seating companion had changed into a soft top and slacks,and let her hair down, the impression of severity was gone. "We're travelling right through to Boston together, I should introduce myself, I'm Eleanor."

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Epilogue.

Eight months later in September, Dr Frances Gear had just finished her afternoon consultations. "You're pregnant Susan." she had told her last patient, "I expect Joe will be pleased, and you are the last of our ladies lunch group, we were beginning to think you might be odd woman out."

The doctor thought a little more as she put her files in order. All these babies, but who were the other fathers? "I'm pretty sure that Harry Salt is the father of Maria's twin boys, after all I saw them making love that evening, by the pool, when I was walking between home visits. I'm sure Maria saw me at the time, but she has never mentioned it."

"Carol and Lois are a bit of a mystery," the doctor mused, "They said they used a donor, but it certainly wasn't through the fertility clinic at Tamworth, because I'm the clinic's contact in Hawksworth.

"And I wonder what happened with Trixie and Bella. One certainty is, that the tests clearly show the Reverend William is infertile. Good thing my predecessor only said they might have problems... he was trying to break it to them gently. And Bella, why did she ask whether any of the tests on her baby might lead to questions about who the child's father was.

The doctor smiled to herself, "At least I planned everything properly, worked out the exact timing, got an appointment for artificial insemination at the Tamworth fertility clinic, booked the short flight.

"Then Diane Salt asked me to take Harry to the airport... a long delay... Harry's suggestion of an impromptu picnic. One thing led to another, and suddenly the appointment was..." the doctor smiled fondly at the memory, "the appointment was, well, more than a bit unnecessary."

The heavily pregnant Frances heaved herself out of her chair. She put the files away and voiced her last thought aloud, "I bet Harry Salt would have a bit of a shock if he knew."

Frances then hurried away to a meeting scheduled at The Club. The meeting did not take long, the audience, mainly of young mothers, already knew that Diane Salt had very generously donated a block of land in the centre of town, in order that a childcare centre and kindergarten could be built. The meeting dealt swiftly with the business in hand, and at the end, Bella Mason, new mother and newly appointed chairman of the development committee, rose to give a vote of thanks to their benefactor. "Finally I recommend to the meeting that we name our new centre 'Diane Salt's Childcare and Kindergarten Centre.'

Diane rose to respond. "Thank you Bella, but you are too kind... that name is firstly, a little too much of a mouthful, and secondly," Diane added, "I would much prefer you just named it, Salts... and without the apostrophe.

"After all," she smiled innocently, "I do not want to take any credit from other members of my family; who as so many of you know, have contributed at least as much as I have to the future of this community."

The End.

Many thanks to those of you who have stayed with this story to the end. I hope that you enjoyed it. Thanks in particular for the comments, PM's and emails. Another story is brewing but it will be a while before it is completed.