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Two Thousand and Ten Ch. 01

By: The_Rat_in_the_Hat



Author's Note 

This is the first part in a new story series that follows the lives of two friends over the course of one turbulent year - 2010. The story is set in the fictional town of Westborough-on-sea, a seaside town on the south coast of England. Other towns and cities mentioned are real, although individual places within them (such as pubs, café's, hospitals etc.) are fictional. 

Also, I would like to apologise for any factual inaccuracies or technical errors with certain aspects of the story - remember, this is a work of fiction and I reserve the right to some artistic license. So there! 

If you are into stories about women with tits big enough to have their own gravitational field, or men with dicks that are so large they can sometimes be mistaken for a third leg, then I am afraid this story isn't for you! If however, you like stories about ordinary people, then please read on and (hopefully) enjoy this story. 

All characters are over 18. 

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Two Thousand and Ten 

Peter and Lindi had known each other since they were six years old. All through primary, and then secondary school, they had sat together in class. They attended sixth-form college together to study for their A-levels (he in maths and physics, she in English and history) and even ended up attending the same university. Eventually they even found themselves living in the same block of flats. 

Everybody just assumed that they were a couple since they were rarely out of each other's company. The truth was that they were simply two good friends who enjoyed being together as equals. Sex had never factored in their relationship with each other. Some interests they shared; they often styled themselves as 'the world's laziest adrenaline junkies' due to their shared fondness for rollercoasters and low-budget straight to DVD horror movies, both of which were guaranteed to deliver a satisfying adrenaline rush for the least physical effort. Other interests were not shared; Peter played lead guitar in a local Pink Floyd tribute band whilst Lindi was a keen horsewoman. Despite not sharing these interests, both friends supported each other's hobbies - she acting as a roadie for him and helping to set up the band's equipment at gigs and he joining her on some of her many horse-related activities such as pony-trekking and gymkhanas. 

'Just good friends' is one of the most tired and over-used clichés out there but it was entirely true in the case of Peter and Lindi - in all their years together they had never seen each other naked, never imagined having sex together, had never even kissed (well, not properly anyway). And yet the two of them enjoyed a closeness that very few couples enjoyed - it was an unspoken arrangement but, free from the pressure of sexual tension, they could be more open with each other than they could with anyone else in their lives. 

Their friendship would be tested to its limits however, over the course of one unforgettable year - Two Thousand and Ten. 

Chapter One - January and February 

Friday, January 1st 2010 - 12:01am 

"Should auld acquaintance be forgot a-and never brought to mind..." The partygoers at Michaela's flat sang out in unison as the chimes of Big Ben rang in the new year on the TV, "...Should auld acquaintance be forgot for the sake of auld lang syne." 

It would be a year that would prove critical in the lives of two of the partygoers in particular, but of course neither of them could have possibly foreseen what would ultimately transpire over the course of the coming twelve months. 

"For a-auld la-ang syne my dear, for a-auld la-ang syne, we'll take a cup of kindness yet, for the sake of auld lang syne."  

"Happy new year Lindi!" Peter said as he hugged his best friend as the final chorus of 'Auld lang syne' died away to be replaced by collective wishes of goodwill and hope for the future among the assembled gathering of friends, couples and acquaintances that had convened to see in the new year in Michaela's spacious seafront apartment. 

"Happy new year Peter!" Lindi replied, returning the embrace and adding a brief peck on the cheek of the man she felt closest to in the entire world. 

And then the music started up once more. 

It was a fancy-dress party and the room was filled with various cowboys, sheiks, superheroes, sexy nurses and hunky firemen all gathered together dancing, drinking and gyrating to the beat. Peter and Lindi had chosen each other's costumes for the evening's revelry. For Lindi, Peter had chosen 'Wonder Woman' primarily because it had been her favourite TV show when she was a kid. He had briefly considered a Playboy Bunny outfit for her but decided against it in the end lest she feel that it would be sexist and demeaning for her. For Peter, Lindi chose a furry tiger costume, complete with a five-foot long tail, which he had to drape over his shoulder in order that it didn't drag along the ground. The only reason she had chosen the tiger costume was that she thought he would look cute in it. That, coupled with the fact that he had adopted a tiger through a well-known wildlife charity, she had guessed that the majestic animals obviously appealed to him. 

It wasn't ideal for dancing in however, and it wasn't long before Peter was sweating profusely and in need of a sit down. So he went out onto the balcony that overlooked the beach of the seaside town where they lived and cooled himself off in the chilly January air. 

Lindi joined him after a few minutes. 

"So... Two thousand and ten. I can't believe how time flies." Lindi said. 

"Me neither," Peter replied, "I remember when we were kids a year seemed to last forever - now that we've hit our thirties the years seem to flash by. And what's out there for us? Years of growing older, encroaching senility and then... death." 

"Bloody hell, lighten up already! What's made you so maudlin all of a sudden?" 

"I dunno," Peter sighed, "I guess I just crave excitement I suppose." 

"Hmmm." Lindi agreed. 

They stood in silence for a while and listened to the sound of the waves washing over the sandy shore below and the sound of the party indoors. 

"You know, you look adorable in that costume!" Lindi said with a smile to break the silence. 

"It's definitely not made for dancing in though, that's for sure!" Peter replied. 

"Come on, it's bloody freezing out here!" Lindi said, "We're supposed to be partying remember!" 

"We could always huddle together for shared warmth." Peter suggested with a grin. 

"Easy, Tiger!" Lindi replied. 

And she took hold of Peter's tail and dragged him back inside. 

"Hey! Careful with that!!" Peter chuckled as his friend pulled him in by his tail. 

Friday, January 1st 2010 - 3:27am 

It was getting on for 3:30am before Peter and Lindi took their leave and set out on the near half-mile walk back to the six-storey block of flats they called home. The sight of a blonde haired Wonder Woman in the company of a six-foot tall tiger, with its tail draped around Wonder Woman's neck as a makeshift scarf, was a truly bizarre one but nobody was on the streets of Westborough-on-sea at that early hour to witness it. The shops were all shuttered and closed for the night and occasional items of litter flew around as they were swept down the streets of the sleeping town by the sea breeze. Even the ever-present seagulls had roosted for the night. 

The bells of the clock tower in the town square could be heard in the distance chiming the fourth hour of the New Year as the two friends let themselves in to the building they called home. Lindi's flat was on the fourth floor with Peter's being on the sixth. It was once a grand Victorian hotel that had fallen on hard times in the 1960's when cheap package holidays to foreign destinations became more attractive to British holidaymakers than potentially rainy holidays by the sea in Britain. But after lying virtually derelict for almost 30 years it was purchased by a developer and converted into 12 flats. 

"Well, I guess this is goodnight then." Lindi said as she turned her key to let herself in to her flat. 

"More like good morning you mean." Peter the tiger replied. 

Lindi smiled and gave her furry friend a brief hug and a peck on the cheek. 

"Thanks for coming tonight, I know Michaela's my boss and that you didn't need to come but I'm glad you came. And besides, you do look gorgeous - you should dress up as a tiger more often!" 

"I'll think about it." Peter replied jokily, "Now, I don't know about you but I'm absolutely knackered and my bed is calling me." 

"Mine too." Lindi yawned. 

"Could you do me a favour before I go on up?" Peter asked. 

"Sure." Lindi replied. 

"Unzip me from out of this thing, I can't reach it by myself without straining something - I'm not as supple as I used to be, alas." Peter turned around and pointed to the zip that ran down the back of the tiger costume. 

Lindi pulled down the zip, once she had done so Peter turned and faced her. 

"Thanks Lin." 

And with that he gave his friend one last peck on the cheek and headed upstairs to his own flat. As soon as he got inside he shrugged his way out of the furry tiger costume. He had only worn a t-shirt and underpants underneath the thick layer of fur fabric, but he was so warm inside it that he had sweated almost as much as he had drank at the party. As a result, his underclothes were soaking wet and rather smelly. It was far too late - or rather, far too early - to take a shower. It could wait until morning, he figured and so he just collapsed onto his bed totally naked and quickly fell into a deep sleep. 

Monday, January 4th 2010 - 6:45am 

Lindi stepped out of the shower and toweled herself dry. It was the first day of the new term at Westborough-on-sea Secondary School where she worked as a history teacher in the humanities department. There was always something rather depressing about the first day of this particular term of the school year - it was a symbol that the fun and frivolity of the holidays was in the past, that playtime was over and now it was time to get back to the grindstone. Especially since it meant having to get up and go to work while it was still dark outside. 

With a sigh Lindi dropped her towel onto her bed and stood before her full-length mirror. She regarded her naked form. She often thought that she might be unique among women - unique in that there wasn't a single part of her anatomy that she felt needed improvement or altering in some way. That wasn't to say that she was particularly vain or narcissistic - it was rather that she was happy with the way she looked and was comfortable in her own skin. 

She admired her womanly figure, the soft curves of her hips, her smooth skin, her naturally blonde hair that reached down almost as far as her smooth buttocks, her breasts crowned with pert pinkish-brown nipples and her meticulously shaved vulva.  

It was these parts of her body that she turned her attention to now. She felt the comforting sensation of tiny sparks of pleasure as her hands stroked over the smooth skin of her breasts and little jolts of electricity as she tweaked her nipples between her fingers. It was only a matter of time before one of her hands began to venture downwards towards first her smooth tummy and eventually, by way of a couple of circuits of her bellybutton, down to the sensual cleft that lay neatly between her legs. 

To Lindi, her vulva was always her favourite part of her body. Not simply because of its capacity to deliver her ecstatic levels of orgasmic pleasure, but also because from the outside at least, its simplistic beauty had a pleasing symmetry about it. She regularly shaved between her legs whenever she was in her bath - she disliked pubic hair. In her mind it only served to obscure the sensual beauty of the cleft of her outer labia. She wasn't troubled by exposed inner labia that protruded out from the clefts on some of the women she had seen in the changing room of the gym she attended on the outskirts of town. She figured that a woman's genitals should be tucked neatly away inside her, the better to preserve their mystery. Men's genitals were supposed to dangle outside the body, she reasoned, not women's. 

She believed that men's genitals had their own unique and innate beauty about them. A friend of hers once commented that she thought that men's genitalia were fundamentally ugly 'all dangling and wobbling around like that', she had said at the time. It was a sentiment that Lindi fervently disagreed with. To her, a man's penis was the fountain of his masculinity. It held the ability to deliver pleasure both to its owner and to the person whom he loved at the same time. It could deliver the very elixir of life - his masculine essence, his semen - from the depths of his testicles and into the welcoming embrace of his lover's womb wherein, if it met and united with one of her precious ova, a new human life could be created. She appreciated that other women might not share her appreciation of the aesthetics of human male genital anatomy, but she was certain that she was far from alone in her admiration of them. 

As her fingers started to circle the 'epicentre of her feminine pleasure palace' as she often euphemistically called her clitoris, she decided to transfer over to the bed. She wheeled the mirror to the foot of the bed - watching herself masturbating was one of her favourite things to do. As soon as she laid down on her back and spread her legs, she dove back into her vagina with her fingers and began to pleasure herself in earnest. It was usually the only way she could reliably be able to achieve a satisfying orgasm. She also owned a variety of toys to help stimulate her further, but this morning she decided that they would not be necessary. Her own hand would be sufficient 

Thus far in her life no man had ever been able to make her cum with his penis alone. She didn't hold this against any of the men she had slept with over the years, or their skills as lovers - she just accepted that it was just the way her body behaved. But she did sometimes feel a stab of jealousy at the apparent ease with which men often achieved climax. Whether it was via penetrating a woman's vagina or simply via their own hand, men were pretty much guaranteed an orgasm every time. At least women's orgasms lasted longer, she figured. That didn't necessarily make them better than men's orgasms, just different. After all, unless one has lived as both a woman and a man there is no way to ever experience both and therefore no way of knowing for certain which is better. 

She once asked Peter what it felt like when he experienced his orgasms. Several glasses of wine had been consumed that evening which explained how the conversation skewed off from 'Daughters of Darkness', which was their favourite horror film, to the subject of sex. He told her that a man's orgasm was akin to a firework - it erupts in a brilliant flash, he had said, high up into the sky before exploding in a starburst of colour and sound and then quickly fading away into the night sky. She often admired his way with words. 

Looking at herself, naked and on her back with her legs akimbo and the fingers of her right hand buried in her vagina while her left hand danced around her clitoris, Lindi could feel the pleasure start to build. 

She fantasised, as she often did, of being deflowered by a beautiful stranger who she had only just met. 

The mystery man strips her naked and then pushes her down onto the bed. Within a few moments he too is naked - his masculinity is forceful but not too threatening. His penis decisively erect and drooling a crystal clear strand of precum. The submissive maiden looks on as her mysterious lover takes his penis in his hand and pulls his foreskin back, revealing the smooth and glistening dark pink flesh of his glans - the 'epicentre of his masculine pleasure palace'. Lindi gazes at the tiny mouth of his meatus, the source of the precum that still drools in a thin string which dances around as his erection pulses in time with his heartbeat. It is also the source of his semen, which would soon bathe the inside of her vagina where her cervix would draw it into her womb to fertilise her. 

She wants him. She yearns for him to penetrate her. She needs to feel his hot stiffness inside her and make raw, visceral, passionate love to her. 

Faster and faster, Lindi's hands worked their magic on her most private and sensitive parts - increasing her tension and stoking the fire of her arousal. 

The mystery man lines himself up and for a moment their eyes meet. Without a word spoken between them, he suddenly thrusts forwards and instantly the timid young maiden feels an intense flash of searing pain before feeling a fullness that she has been yearning for all her life as the man's penis tears through her hymen, spilling her blood onto the bed beneath her. 

She is a maiden no more. 

The mysterious stranger grunts and grimaces above her as he forces his maleness into her again and again - she can smell the muskiness of his masculinity and taste the saltiness of his sweat as she kisses the man's smooth chest while he pounds her into submission. 

Almost there! Lindi thought to herself as she could feel her orgasm begin to build - the pressure within her increasing almost to bursting point. Almost. 

Almost! 

The powerful pelvic thrusts of the man above her, almost twice her size, cause her whole body to shake and she cries out in a simultaneous exultation of pleasure and pain as his efforts trip her over the edge and she allows her orgasm to consume her. 

"YESSSS!! HHHAAAAHHHH!! Oh ffffuccckkk!! Hahhhhhhhh!! Mmmmmmmmm!! Hah! Hah! Hah! Ha! Hah! Hah! Ooooooooo!! Mmmm!!" Lindi cried out in orgasmic bliss as she opened her eyes, breaking the spell of fantasy, and gazed upon the reality of her reflection in the mirror as her whole body tensed under the onslaught of an intense climax. Her face and chest flushed red with arousal, her nipples hard and erect like small bullets of flesh, her fingers deep inside her vulva and drenched in her vaginal secretions. 

As with all good things however, it came to an end. Her desire sated, the peak of orgasmic pleasure faded and shimmered off into the distance leaving nothing but a naked woman on her back, her legs splayed out, panting with her fingers buried in her vagina. In her fantasies, the man ALWAYS made her cum - it was just a pity that real life never imitated her fantasy. Despite this, there was one thing of which she was absolutely certain - there wasn't a dildo or sex toy anywhere that could possibly ever feel better than the feeling of having a real live penis, attached to a good looking and considerate man, sliding into and out of her vagina. Even though she couldn't seem to cum from having a man inside her, the feeling of being close - the intimacy of sharing her body with a man who shared his body with hers in return, and of feeling his heart beating as he filled her with his love - more than made up for it. And besides, a good man would always take the time to make sure she was properly satisfied via 'other means'. 

Now that she had come back to her senses, Lindi set about the mundane tasks of getting ready for work. She replaced the mirror in its usual location in the corner of the room and then opened up her underwear drawer. She selected a pair of lacy hot pink knickers and accompanied them with a matching bra. One of the things she always insisted on was that bra and briefs must always match - even if nobody was actually destined to see them. As she slipped on first her knickers and then her bra she thought about the day ahead. 


Two Thousand and Ten Ch. 01



Once morning registration had been taken care of she had to prepare for her first lesson of the day - now that her year 11 pupils were approaching the business end of their GCSE's it was crucial that she both inspired and coached them to get the best grades possible and prepare them for the final exam. She had a good success rate - 95% of her pupils achieved a grade of C and above and she was keen to keep it that way. This morning's lesson was to be about the Jacobite uprising of 1745 when the massed army of Bonnie Prince Charlie attempted to restore his family to the throne of England - an uprising that ultimately proved unsuccessful. His forces defeated at the battle of Culloden, the young prince was forced to flee, via the Isle of Skye, to exile in France. An old folk song had been written about the young Prince's escape - 'Speed bonny boat, like a bird on the wing, onward! the sailors cry. Carry the lad that's born to be King, over the sea to Skye'. Lindi recalled the words with a smile. 

She dressed, applied some makeup - not too much as it was unseemly for a teacher to be too 'dolled up' as her mother always told her, and then set about making some breakfast. 

Monday, January 4th 2010 - 7:35am 

Peter was already waiting for her in the lobby when she came downstairs. 

"What time do you call this?" He said with a wry grin. 

"Sorry - I just needed to take care of something." Lindi replied. 

They made their way out through the rear door of the building towards the garages that housed the resident's cars. Peter and Lindi always car-shared on the way to their respective places of work. Not because of any concern for the environment or anything as noble as that - it was simply a case of convenient practicality. Lindi's school lay directly on the route to the mechanical engineering firm where Peter worked. He had been with the company for the last eight years and specialised in designing machines for manufacturing processes. During that time he had garnered a reputation for his skill and competence and was earmarked for a place on the board of directors. His boss Trevor was approaching retirement and Peter saw himself as Trevor's natural successor. 

Lindi turned on the radio as they pulled out into the morning traffic. The lead item on the news was the opening of the Burj Khalifa, the tallest building in the word - other than that it was the usual mix of stories from the war in Afghanistan and the most recent developments in whatever the latest political scandal was. 

Ten minutes later, Peter dropped his friend at the school gates. She headed straight for the staff room to pick up her mail and the latest notices in her pigeonhole before heading to her classroom ready for the arrival of her pupils. 

Monday, January 4th 2010 - 12:04pm 

Lindi was just tucking in to her lunch in the staff room when her phone rang in her pocket. She didn't recognise the number. 

"Hello?" She answered. 

"Um... hi - is that Linda?" Came a woman's voice on the other end of the line. 

"Lindi." She corrected tersely. 

"Sorry, Lindi." The woman said apologetically, "Hi, my name is Alison - you don't know me but I was at the party the other night at Michaela's place." 

"I see..." Lindi replied. 

"I'm Michaela's sister, we saw you dancing with that guy in the tiger costume. Michaela tells me that he's your friend and that the two of you aren't an item." Alison explained. 

"Peter? What about him? What exactly is it that you want? And what has us not being an item got to do with anything?" Lindi said impatiently. 

"Well... It's a little complicated but we were wondering if we could... sort of... borrow him." 

"Borrow him?" 

"We'd like to ask him if he would be willing to do a... rather big favour for us. Look, this is rather complicated as I said - would it be ok to meet up to discuss it later today?" 

"Well, I'll ask him but I don't know if he'll be free." Lindi said. 

"That's ok, it's you that we want to discuss it with to begin with. We just want to gauge your opinion before getting... what was his name? Phillip?" 

"Peter." 

"Before getting Peter involved. Can we meet up at say... Lorenzo's? You know the place - down on the seafront near the pier." 

Lindi did know the place - everyone in Westborough-on-sea knew it. Lorenzo's coffee shop had been a local hangout for the citizens of Westborough-on-sea since 1954 when Lorenzo, an immigrant from Italy, brought with him the secret to making the most sublime coffee imaginable. Bigger coffee chains had sprung up in town since then and the man himself had died years ago, but Lorenzo's Coffee Shop remained as popular as ever. 

"Um... sure, I guess." Lindi said, "It'll have to wait until I finish work though. Would six o'clock be ok?" 

"Sure, that'll be fine." Alison said. 

"Who is this 'we' exactly? It can't be anything to do with Michaela because she would have come straight to me here." Lindi said. 

"It'll all become clear later on." Alison said, "We'll see you later at six. Oh, and one more thing..." 

"Yes?" 

"We'd appreciate it if you don't say anything to Peter about this - at least until you've had the opportunity to hear us out." 

"Okay, I promise. Six o'clock, Lorenzo's." 

Monday, January 4th 2010 - 4:57pm 

Peter dropped his keys in the bowl on the table in the hallway of his flat. It had been a stressful day - the first day back after the Christmas break always was. He headed straight for the kitchen and fixed himself a large mug of black coffee. Lindi had called him earlier that afternoon to say that she didn't need him to pick her up from work - she was meeting someone in town at six o'clock. Peter didn't mind of course, she was a grown woman and she could do whatever she wanted. Just as long as she wasn't out too late - the two friends had arranged for a night in to watch 'Dead Snow' - Peter's latest acquisition to his DVD collection. It concerned a group of Norwegian teenagers who run into a battalion of Nazi zombies living in the mountains. They had planned to indulge in the Nazi zombie-killing adventure of blood, guts and gore and consume plenty of popcorn and scare themselves silly in order to soften the blow of having to be back at work. 

After draining his mug, Peter headed for his bathroom and then turned on his shower. As he stripped naked he looked out across the rooftops and the twinkling lights of the town and to the sea beyond. At this time of year it was already dark outside. Some people complained of feeling depressed by the long hours of darkness - Seasonal Affective Disorder, they called it - but Peter was not one of them. He didn't exactly relish the long nights and short days of a British winter but he always eagerly anticipated the coming of spring when the days grew longer and the weather warmer. 

Peter's flat was on the top floor and was at such a height that no one in any of the neighbouring buildings could see in, which negated the need for privacy glass. Anyway, within moments the room was full of steam and a layer of condensation had obscured the view from the window. The extractor fan would take care of that in due course however. 

He stepped under the warm deluge and he relaxed every muscle in his body as the heat of the water permeated his skin and soothed his tired muscles. Bliss! 

He grabbed his bottle of shower gel, deposited a generous amount in his hand and proceeded to lather himself up. He always preferred taking a shower rather than a bath - he couldn't explain why exactly - it was just a preference. 

Rinsing himself off, he turned his attention to his hair. As he massaged the shampoo into his scalp he thought back over the working day. The Dutch light bulb manufacturer that had employed his company's services had, over the course of the holidays, decided to amend their design brief for the machine they needed for folding the little cardboard boxes that their finished product was to be transported and ultimately sold in. As a result, Peter had to spend the whole day with his CAD technicians picking their original design apart and trying to incorporate the new features the client wanted. Ugh! 

Peter allowed the soothingly warm water to wash away the stresses of the day. But it wasn't enough on its own. 

Peter reached down. 

He started by softly caressing his penis, coaxing it to come to life in his hand. Peter's penis wasn't the largest in the world - but it was by no means the smallest either. Peter's penis was, pretty much like the rest of him, distinctly average. 

He didn't know it, but the women he had been with over the years interpreted his 'average-ness' not as a negative, but rather that he was perfectly proportioned. He was neither too fat nor too thin. He was neither too muscular nor too skinny. He was neither too tall nor to short. He was just an average, normal guy and that's what they had liked about him. Part of Peter's problem in life was just that - he was just too nice, too likeable. To all the women that had been in his life he was definitely more friend material than a potentially exciting lover. 

Peter began picturing his favourite female celebrity, a young TV actress in one of his favourite shows. She was undressing herself before him - gradually peeling off her clothes and revealing her nakedness to him, and only to him. She was his. His personal property that would do as he wished. She was the ideal woman. The woman who would do everything she could to appease her master's every whim. 

She was of course, apart from her looks, a total fantasy - Peter never treated women that way in real life and had no desire to do so. The idea of this fantasy woman was appealing to him in so much as any woman would find the idea of having a man entirely at her service, equally as enticing. 

The fantasy woman's hands started to caress her breasts and then circle around her naked vulva. Peter's arousal grew and grew. Eventually he had to place his free hand against the glass of the shower cubicle to steady himself as his right hand pumped furiously at his penis. 

His legs began to give way underneath him and he fought hard to remain upright as he masturbated, the stresses of the day finally dissipating as he approached his climax. 

The hot water raining down on his naked body, the steam he inhaled and the sound of water splashing on his nude form provided another layer of tactile stimulation and before long he felt the familiar feeling of his scrotal sac contracting, his cremaster muscles drawing his testicles up into his body ready to deposit their precious cargo into his ejaculatory ducts. Then, the intense tingling of his semen gathering in his prostate and his bulbo-urethral glands, signaled the imminence of his ejaculation. 

With a final rush of intense joy and a deep, guttural and almost involuntary exultation from Peter's vocal chords, a thick rope of semen erupted from his erection, hitting the glass wall of the cubicle and dribbling down towards the drain.  

Peter stood there, panting from his exertion and observed what he had made as it trickled down the side of the cubicle. That felt SO much better! 

Monday, January 4th 2010 - 6:02pm 

Lindi ordered herself a simple pot of tea from the barista behind the counter at Lorenzo's Coffee Shop. If there was one thing that annoyed her it was people ordering ridiculously complicated coffees. If she had a pound, she thought, for every time she'd been stuck in a queue behind someone ordering a tall, skinny, mocha-chocachino with chocolate sprinkles, whipped cream, marshmallows, a shot of hazelnut syrup and a flake, for themselves and then a large latte with cinnamon, extra cream, a shot of vanilla and chocolate shavings (not sprinkles!) for their friend - an order which invariably took an age to assemble - she would be a very rich woman indeed. She always resolved, out of consideration for others, to keep her own order simple. Complicated coffee, she reasoned, should be banned on the grounds of the inconvenience caused to other customers who were in a hurry and whose only wish was for a nice hot beverage prepared with the minimum of fuss.  

Lorenzo's was a favourite among the local residents, especially at this time of year outside of the tourist season. It was always a warm, welcoming place where the citizens of Westborough-on-sea could gather to gossip and exchange opinion over a cup of hot coffee or tea and one of the coffee shop's homemade cakes and pastries. As she sat down at a table she looked out of the large plate glass windows at the reflection of the coloured lights of the pier as they danced on the surface of the sea. Who on earth was this Alison woman? Who was this 'we' she had referred to? And what, more to the point, did they want with Peter and why wasn't she allowed to tell him? 

Lindi didn't have to wait long for an answer. 

Two women entered the warm surroundings of the coffee shop from the cold darkness of the seafront promenade outside, shrugging off their thick overcoats as they entered. She vaguely recognised them, they had been at the same party the other night after all. But beyond that she had no idea who they were. One of them seemed to recognise Lindi however. She was a redhead and wore black plastic-rimmed glasses and clothes that to Lindi's eyes, looked typically feminine; she wore a floral print blouse and a coordinating plain skirt with matching stockings. 

Her companion however, was almost the exact opposite - wearing baggy jeans and a thick sweater, clothes that to Lindi, looked too masculine for any self-respecting woman to be wearing. It took Lindi a quick double take to realise she actually was a woman. 

"Hi, you must be Lindi," the redheaded woman said with a smile of greeting, "I'm Alison - we spoke on the phone earlier." 

Lindi greeted the woman courteously and invited her and her companion to sit down. 

"And this," Alison said introducing the other woman, "is Becky - my partner." 

Lindi made another startled double take. They were... lesbians?? Not that there was anything wrong with that, but same-sex couples were something of a rarity in a sleepy little seaside town like Westborough-on-sea. Lindi had never encountered any lesbians before - at least, not that she could recall. What surprised her most however, was the way that Alison was so upfront about it. 

"Your partner?" Lindi found herself saying almost without thinking. 

"We've been together for ten years now." Becky said as she took Alison's hand in her own, "Technically we're civil partners, at least until the law changes to recognise gay marriage in this country." 

"You'll have to forgive me, but I can't hang around here for too long. What exactly is it that the two of you want? Where does Peter come into all of this?" Lindi said. She was impatient to get home after a long day and was in no mood to listen to an in-depth preamble. 

"Well, last year we realised that neither of us are getting any younger." Becky said, "Y'know, the whole biological clock ticking and all that. And we realised that something was missing in our relationship." 

"To cut a long story short, we realised that what was missing was... children." Alison said. 

With a resounding clink in the back of Lindi's mind, the penny dropped. 

"And you were wondering if Peter would be willing to... donate his um... sperm." She said, whispering the last word. 

"I know that this is a bit 'out of the blue' but basically, yes." Becky said. 

This was insane! Two women, whom she had never properly met before, were asking her if her best friend would be willing to donate his sperm in order to father a child with them. An obvious question came to her mind almost immediately. 

"Why??" Lindi asked. 

"What do you mean?" Becky asked, "Why do we want to have children? Why do we want your help? Why do we want your friend to help us?" 

"Well, all of those really." Lindi said. 

"Well," Alison began, "we've been on the lookout for a suitable man for some time now. To begin with we wanted it to be totally anonymous - to just obtain some semen and go through artificial insemination." 

"But then, as time went on," Becky took over, "the whole idea of an anonymous donor just seemed, kind of cold somehow. Distant, if you will." 

"So..." Lindi said. 

"So, we decided that we want to actually get to know the donor - the surrogate father." Alison said, "We would like it to be someone local. And of course, we would like it to be someone trustworthy and decent. My sister Michaela tells me you speak very highly of... what's-his-name... Peter." 

"Well, we've been friends for as long as I can remember." Lindi said. 

"But you guys aren't an item?" Becky asked. 

Lindi was always tired of answering that particular question. 

"You know, it's not unheard of for a man and a woman to be nothing more than friends you know." Lindi answered with a hint of impatience in her voice, "No, we are not an item. We have never dated, never snogged or made out with each other, never had sex with each other. Hell, we've never even seen each other in just our underwear, let alone naked. We are just... good... friends." 

"Well, that's a good thing." Alison said, "Which is kind of why we've come to you." 

"I mean... you must know Peter really well." Becky said, "What kind of person he is, what his personal opinion is of... y'know... people like us. Whether agreeing to help us is something he would give serious consideration." 

"So basically, you want a character reference." Lindi said. 

"Well, that would be a start I suppose." Alison said. 

Lindi took a sip of her tea. 

"Well, at least I can help you there." She said as she placed her cup back on the table, "Like I said, I've known him since we were little. And I can honestly say that he is the nicest, most gentle, loyal and courteous man I've ever known. Quite how we've never become more than good friends is beyond me - I mean, sure there have been opportunities to um... y'know... take things further. But I guess at the end of the day, we're just content with being best mates. Having sex with each other would probably spoil it and neither of us wants that - I guess our friendship is too valuable to us to want to risk it." 

"But do you think he'd be willing to help us?" Becky asked. 

"Well, on that point I'm afraid I can't be much help." Lindi said, "You'd have to ask him that question yourself. I wouldn't go so far as to say that he would refuse outright - if I know him the way I think I do, he would probably be quite flattered I guess. But he... and I for that matter... would want to know that the two of you are genuine - I mean, we've only just met... you could be anybody. How do we know you're genuine? How do we know that you won't just use him to get pregnant and then sting him for thousands of pounds of child support? Peter is my very best friend and I wouldn't want him to be hurt by any of what you propose." 

"We'd be willing to give him some character references of our own." Alison said, "And as far as child support is concerned, we wouldn't need him to contribute in any way. Both of us are in good jobs - Becky works as a planning officer for the local council and I work from home as a graphic designer. We've got a solid income, we don't need the money." 

"Yes, well you might say that you don't need the money," Lindi said, "but you and I both know that the Child Support Agency won't see it like that and they will sting him for thousands of pounds a year if you don't." 




Two Thousand and Ten Ch. 01



"Well... let's see, we could... draw up a contract." Becky said, "We could get a solicitor to write up a contract that all of us would sign that states that we have no need for Peter to support the child in any way and that we would not hold him responsible for any financial aid whatsoever." 

"Which is all very well but what if the CSA decide that an unofficial contract isn't enough?" Lindi asked. 

"Well, in that case," Alison said, "we'd simply pay him back whatever the Child Support Agency tells him he has to pay us. Like I said, we can both afford to raise a child without having to rely on outside support." 

"So what do you say?" Becky asked, "Will you at least ask him if he would be willing to help us?" 

"Like I said, you'll have to ask him that." Lindi said, and took another sip of tea, "I guess the best thing to do is arrange a meeting for you to discuss it face to face." 

"Sure," Alison said, "I mean, that's basically what we were anticipating anyway. We just wanted to ask your opinion of all this." 

"We both promise that we would treat Peter with nothing less than total respect at all times." Becky said, "He could be as involved or uninvolved as he wishes. If he wished to be a part of the child's life or if he would rather have no contact at all, we would respect his decision. All we want is the chance to have a child and for the father to be a strong, healthy man of good character." 

"And of course, it goes without saying that we'd be willing to pay him for his... erm... contribution." Alison added. 

Lindi pondered everything over for a few moments. This couple did seem nice enough, as long as their own character references checked out of course. But did she really think Peter would be willing to father a child for them? Possibly, she thought. Would he be able to deal with the possible ramifications? Would he be utterly horrified and disgusted by the idea of being nothing more than a donor? Would he be able to cope with being little more than a supplier of a commodity? Would he simply tell the lesbian couple to just fuck off? 

One thing she was certain of though was that unless he actually at least met Alison and Becky, she would have no way of knowing for certain exactly what his reaction would be. 

"Okay, here's what I'll do." Lindi sighed, "I'll tell him that you saw him at the party the other night and that you asked me if I could ask him to do a favour for the two of you. I won't tell him exactly what the favour is - I think that'd be better coming from you. If, and I mean, IF he wants to meet you and, IF he agrees to help you conceive, then I will give the arrangement my full blessing." 

"But..." Lindi continued sternly, "If the two of you take advantage of him in any way and end up causing him emotional damage then I swear to God I will have your guts for garters. If I so much as have even the vaguest suspicion that he has been used by the pair of you, I will not be held responsible for my actions. Do I make myself clear?" 

"Of course." Alison said. 

"Good, as long as we are clear about that from the start." Lindi said, "Like I said earlier, Peter is my best friend, and I couldn't live with myself if I had been responsible for introducing him to two people that ultimately wished to exploit him." 

"He's really lucky to have a friend like you." Becky said. 

Lindi drained her tea and placed the empty cup back on the table. 

"One last thing though," Lindi said, "and I know this may be an obvious question. But which of the two of you will actually be the mother?" 

"Ali and I discussed this at great length of course," Becky said, "and we decided that, since she is already at home most of the time anyway, that she would be the one to carry our baby." 

"I guess that would make sense." Lindi agreed. 

"That way we can still work." Alison said, "I mean, obviously I'd probably need to spend less time working and try to take on fewer clients in order to look after the baby, but Becks will of course be doing her fair share of childcare as well." 

"So, it's agreed then?" Becky said, "You will ask Peter if he would do us a favour and ask him if he wants to meet us and discuss it. Then Ali and I will fill him in on everything and then, if he decides to help us, we'll make all the necessary arrangements. Okay?" 

"Okay." Lindi agreed. 

"Excellent!" Alison said brightly, "Then that's settled then. I'll give you our phone numbers and we'll wait for you to get back to us. If Peter doesn't want to meet us then we won't bother you any further." 

Alison jotted down the couple's phone numbers - home, work and mobile - on a small piece of card and with a business-like shake of hands, the lesbian couple took their leave and went out into the night. 

Friday, January 8th 2010 - 7:45pm 

Lindi was in a quandary. She had tried, over the past few days, to broach with Peter the subject of what Alison and Becky had requested of him, but neither the situation nor the timing seemed to be appropriate. And now she found herself questioning whether it was ethical to 'pimp' her best friend to a couple of lesbians. 

She had however made a promise. 

That evening though, whilst having dinner in Peter's flat, the decision of whether or not to tell him about the lesbian couple's request was taken out of her hands. 

"I hope you don't think I'm being nosy," Peter began, "but who was it you met with in town the other day?" 

Lindi could've told him to mind his own business and kept it all to herself in a vain attempt to make Alison and Becky's request somehow magically go away if she ignored it for long enough. But in her heart she knew that it would be unfair on all of them to renege on her deal to at least mention it to him. 

"Well, it was Michaela's sister Alison and her um... friend." Lindi said nervously. 

"Oh yeah? What did they want?" Peter replied as he served his friend with a large portion of his homemade lasagna. 

"They were at the party the other night - actually it was you they were after." Lindi said as she tucked in. 

"Me??" Peter said as he sat down opposite, "What would they want with me?" 

"They umm... didn't say exactly." Lindi said cagily as she took a sip of wine, "Only that they saw you at the party and thought you might be able to help them out with something. Alison asked her sister Michaela if she knew who you were, Michaela then told her that you were my friend so she gave her my phone number." 

Lindi got up and rooted around in her coat pocket and retrieved the small card with the couple's contact details. 

"They gave me this." she said as she handed him the card, "They said to give them a ring and they will tell you all about it." 

"Hmmm... mysterious." Peter mused as he regarded the numbers on the card, "Do you think I should give them a call?" 

"That's entirely up to you." Lindi said, "They did mention that they would pay you for your time." 

"Just as long as it isn't anything DIY related." Peter said as he pocketed the card, "I was never as good at that sort of thing as my uncle was." 

With the card now in Peter's pocket, the ball was very much in his court, Lindi thought to herself. She had done her bit, now it was up to him to take the next step. 

Saturday, January 16th 2010 - 10:26am 

Peter sorted through his laundry in preparation for putting it into the washing machine. Peter took pride in his laundry - colours and whites were always separated. Every single washing instruction label on every single item was heeded and the precise amount of detergent, softener and, as was necessary in an area with hard water, limescale preventer, was added into the machine. Peter often liked to remark that 'the water around here is so hard it comes out of the taps covered in tattoos, wielding a baseball bat and shouting "come on then you slags!!"' One thing was for sure, in an area with soil as chalky as that found in this part of southern England, limescale was a real problem. 

He was just checking the pockets of his best pair of black jeans when he found the little card. He had totally forgotten about the favour that this sister of Lindi's head of department had asked of him. Whatever it was of course. He figured that it would do no harm to at least find out what they wanted him to do. So, after loading the washing machine, he went into his living room, picked up his phone and punched in the number on the card marked 'home'. 

A woman picked up after the 4th ring. 

"Hello." She said. 

"Oh, um... Hi - my name's Peter." He said introducing himself, "Is that Alison?" 

"Yes, I am she." Came the reply. 

"Oh, um... hi there, my friend Lindi gave me your number, she mentioned something about me doing you a favour." 

"Oh great! Peter, hi - thanks for calling." Alison said enthusiastically, "We were beginning to think you weren't going to get back to us." 

"Yeah, sorry about that - I misplaced your number and I've only just found it again." Peter said. 

"That's quite alright." Alison said at the other end of the line. 

"Anyway, about this favour." Peter said, "How can I be of service? I'll have to warn you though, if it's anything to do with DIY I'm afraid you'll have to find some other guy - I'm utterly hopeless at that sort of thing!" 

"Oh, no need to worry about that." Alison said, "What we need you to do for us doesn't really require much in the way of skill as such." 

"Okay then, so what is it that you want me for?" 

"Well... it's a little complicated to explain over the phone." Alison said, "could we meet up somewhere to discuss it in person?" 

"Sure," Peter said, "I've got to go over to Brighton this afternoon but I'll be free this evening." 

"That'll be fine." Alison said, "Where shall we meet you?" 

"Let's see..." Peter mused, "how about The Coopers Arms, down on Barfield Street? About 8 o' clock?" 

"Sure, that's fine with us." Alison confirmed, "We'll see you then. Oh, and it might be a good idea for Lindi to come along as well." 

"Okay, I'll see if she's free." Peter said, "Anyway, I'll have to get on or I'll miss my train. See you at 8." 

'Complicated but doesn't require much in the way of skill' Peter wondered - what on earth could that mean? 

Peter grabbed his coat and picked up his keys and wallet and left his flat as the washing machine whirred away in his kitchen. The drying he would take care of once he got back from Brighton. It was only 10 miles along the coast from Westborough-on-sea but parking there was always a nightmare so he had decided to let the train take the strain. 

Saturday, January 16th 2010 - 2:07pm 

Elizabeth's hands caressed Amelia's smooth skin. She knew she would be safe with her - that she would excite her beyond anything she had ever felt, and she felt confident that she would respect her body. As confusing as these feelings were, Amelia found some comfort in the knowledge that the attraction she felt to her art teacher friend was very much reciprocated. 

It was one of Lindi's favourite chapters in her favourite book 'Amelia's Awakening'. It was the story of the sexual journey of a young woman in 1960's Philadelphia, from her very first fumblings with one of her high school classmates to losing her virginity to her own uncle and subsequently becoming pregnant with his child and her family disowning her when they discover her pregnancy. The child however, dies in infancy leaving her utterly distraught and alone until she finds solace in the arms of a college art teacher named Elizabeth. The art teacher encourages Amelia to pose for her students, clothed at first until eventually Elizabeth persuades her to pose naked. The two eventually become lovers and for a time all seemed perfect in her world. That was until she became involved with a student called Andy and her whole life is thrown into turmoil and she is forced to choose between two lovers. 

The chapter she was reading now, concerned the heroine's first erotic encounter with Elizabeth in the changing room adjacent to the classroom, shortly after having posed nude for the first time. The reason she was re-reading this chapter was because of her recent encounter with Alison and her partner Becky. 

Something fascinated Lindi about lesbian relationships - she often wondered if she might be a little bisexual herself. She loved men - had slept with a few over the years since she lost her virginity to a boy called Simon in the cramped confines of the back seat of his mother's Ford Escort. But there was something indefinably tempting about exploring her sexuality with another female. 

Lindi recalled her own deflowering with Simon in his mother's car, it was neither a memorable nor dignified experience. It was so cramped that her head banged against the door with each one of Simon's over-enthusiastic pelvic thrusts. She had to raise one leg over the parcel shelf and the other over the passenger seat, with her knickers dangling from one ankle. It was anything but the romantic assignation she had hoped it would be. Needless to say, she never had sex with him again. 

But her experiences with men since then had all been fondly remembered. The only problem was that she never seemed to meet 'the one'. She was sure he was out there somewhere - the only question was where. If indeed, he was a he - maybe 'the one' was in fact, a she. Would that be a problem? She wondered to herself. 

She turned her focus back to her book as the narrative got to the exciting part. 

Amelia felt Elizabeth's hands venturing towards her panties - now the only garment that stood between her and total nudity. She had been naked in front of Elizabeth only minutes earlier but this felt so much different - so... exciting! 

Elizabeth paused as her fingers made contact with the lacy material. Their eyes met. 

"It... it's okay." Amelia said meekly. 

"Are you sure?" Elizabeth replied. 

"Yes," Amelia said breathily, "I... I want this." 

Her permission granted, Elizabeth hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her model's panties and drew them down until they fell to the floor. She stood back and gazed at the naked beauty before her, appreciating her hypnotic femininity in a whole new light from earlier during her posing. While she posed nude in the classroom, the young woman before her had looked like a mannequin - a mere static object on public display - but here in the small adjoining changing room she was transformed into a sensual being of wonderfully kinetic erotic power. 

Once more, Elizabeth's hands resumed her exploration and their lips met in a sensual kiss. 

Lindi felt herself hitching up her skirt. Moments later she took hold of the gusset of her knickers and moved it to one side. As the narrative of the book came to the part where Elizabeth's fingers started to slide down between Amelia's parted legs, her own fingers delved deep into her vulva which was by that point dripping with vaginal secretions. 

Elizabeth's digit probed ever deeper into the warm embrace of Amelia's vagina as their tongues danced a passionate paso doblé. She could feel the heat increasing in her own loins as her arousal soared like an eagle in a clear blue sky. 

Lindi could feel her own heat intensifying as her fingers probed, caressed and wormed their way deep into her vagina and across her stiffly erect clitoris. 

Elizabeth grasped hold of Amelia's hand and guided it into her own panties. Amelia had taken the none-too-subtle hint and, to Elizabeth's grateful relief, delved down inside her panties and up inside the art teacher's pussy to return in kind, the deliciously erotic stimulation she was giving her companion. 

As the words on the page increased in their graphic intensity, the smoldering flame that burned inside Lindi's loins threatened to explode into an uncontrollable inferno. 

"Oh shi... Oh f-f-fu..." Amelia gasped as Elizabeth's fingers caused the fuse, which had hitherto kept the electricity of her orgasm in check, to suddenly blow. Her ensuing orgasm was deliciously intense and overcame her totally. Lost in the moment, Amelia lost track of time and space around her as her orgasm crackled and fizzed like firecrackers on the fourth of July. 

The fire within Lindi's loins now engulfed her. Enjoying her orgasm in delicious unison with the book's heroine, Lindi cried and yipped and yelped as her body tensed and convulsed with the involuntary muscular contractions. She felt her vagina pulsating around her fingers within and the heat inside her become almost scalding hot. 

The book fell to the floor as Lindi's orgasm reached its zenith. Panting with the exertion as the peak of feminine sexuality dissipated, she felt herself gradually return to the real world outside. 

She removed her fingers from the confines of her vagina with a slight slurping sound. She replaced the gusset of her knickers and brought her hand towards her face. Her fingers glistened with the secretions from the various glands that populated her vagina. Without anything to hand to wipe her fingers on, she stuffed them into her mouth. 

Lindi shivered as she tasted herself. It wasn't the first time she had done this, but every time she did she felt the same rush of pleasure tainted by a mild sense of self-disgust. 

Her desire now resolved, Lindi felt herself drift away into the welcoming, warm embrace of sleep. 

Saturday, January 16th 2010 - 3:18pm 

The shrill noise of her phone ringing roused Lindi from her slumber. 

"Hello." She said, stifling a yawn. 

"Hi Lin!" Came Peter's voice. 

"Oh, hey P - what's up?" 

"I just wanted to let you know I called that woman you met with the other night." 

"Oh yeah? Did she say what she wanted?" Lindi said, feigning ignorance. 

"No, but I've arranged to meet her at The Coopers Arms tonight. She suggested you come along too for some reason - would you be free at about 8?" 

"Sure, I can come along." Lindi said. She could hear the hustle and bustle of busy streets in the background, "Where are you by the way?" 

"Oh, I'm in Brighton," Peter explained, "I went to buy some new pickups for my guitar." 

"Which one? The Fender or the Ibanez?" 

"The Ibanez," Peter confirmed, "I noticed they were getting a bit buzzy during our set the other week. Repairing the damn things is a pain in the arse so I just decided to forget it and swap them out for some new ones." 

"A successful mission then." Lindi said, this time unable to prevent her yawn from escaping. 

"Very." Peter said, "Anyway, I'll pop down and pick you up at about half seven okay." 

"Sure P, I'll see you then." 

Saturday, January 16th 2010 - 7:59pm 

"Karma, Karma, Karma, karma, karma chameleon... Red, gold and green. Red, gold and gree-e-een." Came the sound from the speaker on the small stage area at The Coopers Arms. 

"Trust me to arrange to meet someone on bloody karaoke night." Peter grumbled as he sat with a pint of lager at a table with Lindi. 

"I don't know who it is doing the singing but I've got good mind to go over there and perform a citizens arrest for the crime of murder." Lindi said as she sipped her glass of red wine. 

"Murder?" Peter queried. 

"Murder of one of my favourite songs!" Lindi chuckled. 

"Well, I guess Boy George would be a little pissed off to hear one of his songs being maimed by a talentless, tone deaf idiot in a pub on the south coast." Peter reasoned. 

"Everydaaaay is like survival." The talentless singer crooned off-key. 

"Survival." Sang two of his accomplices in the background. 

"Everydaaaaay is like surrrr-viiii-vaaalll!"  




Two Thousand and Ten Ch. 01



The raucous group of people gathered around the karaoke machine cheered as the song's harmonica solo kicked in. 

Into the saloon bar of The Coopers Arms walked a couple of women. Lindi recognised them straight away and waved at them to beckon them over to their table. 

"Hi, I'm Alison," the redheaded woman said as she introduced herself to Peter, "we spoke on the phone earlier. And this is Becky - my partner." 

"Hi." Becky said. 

"Partners eh?" Peter said as handshakes were exchanged, "Business or pleasure?" 

Lindi cringed at her friend's words but was relieved to see that the couple appeared to be more amused than offended. 

"Definitely pleasure!" Becky replied with a wide grin, "We've been together for over ten years." 

"Oooh, lesbians!" Peter smiled, "How exotic - I didn't know sleepy little Westborough had a gay community, I thought all the gay folk in Sussex lived in Brighton." 

The city of Brighton & Hove is well renowned for being the epicentre of the gay community on the south coast. It has its own gay pride events and boasts the largest gay community in southern England outside of London. 

"Well, we used to live in Brighton but we prefer it here. It's quieter and there's less light pollution." Alison said. 

"Light pollution?" Lindi said. 

"Alison's a keen amateur astronomer." Becky explained, "There's too much light pollution from the streetlights in Brighton in order to be able to see the stars properly." 

"Sounds like a fascinating pastime." Lindi said. 

"Anyway," Peter said, "where are my manners? Can I get the two of you a drink?" 

"I'll have a lager, thanks." Alison said. 

"Gin and tonic for me please." Becky added. 

Peter went up to the bar to order the drinks. 

"So - what do you think of him?" Lindi asked when Peter was out of earshot. 

"He seems nice enough." Becky observed. 

"He looks a lot different when he's not dressed up as a tiger!" Alison chuckled. 

In the corner of the bar, the talentless karaoke singer had finished destroying 'Karma Chameleon' and had handed the microphone to one of his accomplices who then launched into a tortured rendition of Queen's 'I want to break free'. 

"Listen, it's too noisy in here." Peter said as he returned to the table with the drinks, "We'll go into the restaurant next door where it'll be quieter." 

The three women agreed and took their drinks with them to the room next door. 

The Coopers Arms had, as was fairly common in English pubs, several different rooms. Since the advent of pub cuisine in the 1980's it was not unusual for pubs to have a restaurant area adjacent to the main bar. The group took a place at a table in the corner. The restaurant area was deserted, save for a couple at a table in the opposite corner of the room. Finally, they could hear themselves think. 

"So, I understand that you require me for my services." Peter said, getting straight down to business. 

"Yes, um... Becky and I would like you to um... do us a really, really big, um... favour for us." Alison began. 

"And when we say big, we mean absolutely massive." Becky added. 

"Well I'm certainly intrigued." Peter said, "But what is it? I've been wracking my brain all day trying to think what you need me for." 

"Well..." Alison said nervously, "to cut a long story short, Becky and I saw you at the party and we both agreed that you looked like a really nice guy." 

"Especially in that tiger costume!" Becky added. 

"And we kind of agreed that you would be perfect." Alison said. 

"Perfect for what?" Peter said. 

"Perfect to... um..." Alison stuttered nervously, "To kind of... y'know... help us to..." 

"We want you to father a child for us." Becky blurted. 

"You... you want me to what?!?!?" Peter exclaimed in disbelief. 

"We'd love it if you'd be willing to donate your umm... sperm... to help us to conceive." Becky said formally, "Your friend here gave us a glowing character reference and we pretty much decided then and there that you would be the perfect choice." 

"A glowing character reference?" Peter said aghast, "Wait a minute, were you in on this Lindi?" 

"Yes," Lindi admitted, "but I told them that it would be best if they asked you themselves, in person." 

"Why me??" Peter said. 

"Well, call it women's intuition but we both have a good feeling about you." Alison said, "I mean, you're good looking - for a man - and Lindi tells us that you are the nicest and most considerate man she knows and that you look after yourself." 

"I hope the two of you realise the gravity of what it is you're asking me to do.' Peter said gravely. 

"Of course," Alison said, "and we wouldn't dream of taking advantage of you. One of the reasons we'd like someone local to be the father of our child is so that he can be as involved or uninvolved as he wants and both of us agree that it's healthy for a child to have a good male role model in their life." 

"Yes, but what about the bloody Child Support Agency?" Peter cautioned, "I don't want to be paying thousands of pounds every year for a child that the two of you will be raising without me." 

"We had thought about that." Becky said, "We've decided to draw up a contract that states that you would be merely donating your sperm to us and that we don't wish to hold you financially responsible for our child in any way." 

"We're both in well-paid jobs so we wouldn't need any extra support anyway." Alison added. 

"Yeah, but try telling that to the CSA," Peter said, "those bastards would hunt me down no matter what, contract or no contract!" 

"Well, if that happens," Alison said, "we'll just reimburse you for whatever the CSA makes you pay us. Believe me, we don't want any of this to cost you a penny - all we want is your y'know... sperm." 

"We'll be happy to pay you for your erm... services." Becky said, "We could pay you £5,000 upon successful fertilisation. Alison has agreed to carry the baby since she works from home." 

"So," Alison said, "will you at least think about it?" 

Peter weighed up the pros and cons in his mind. He sighed heavily. 

"Alright, I'll think about it." Peter said, "but I need to know more about you before I make a decision. You asked Lindi for a character reference for me, so I want at least a couple of character references for you two." 

"Of course, anything you want." Alison said. 

"Just um... have them emailed to me." Peter said as he stood up and drained his glass, "Lindi will give you my address. Now if you'll forgive me... I... I need to try and get my head around this." 

And with that he walked away leaving the three women behind. 

Saturday, January 16th 2010 - 8:48pm 

Peter walked slowly through the quiet streets of the town. He made his way to the seafront - he had a lot of thinking to do and he always did his best thinking while he strolled along the promenade. 

Why on earth had Lindi just casually agreed to allow these two women to ask such a huge thing of him? How could she do this to him? 

Peter gazed out to sea to the twinkling lights of ships in the distance as they plied their way up the English Channel. Maybe he was being a little hard on Lindi - she hadn't actually agreed to anything on his behalf. All she had done was to merely put him in contact with the lesbian couple. It was he who had made the call and arranged to meet them. It was just that not mentioning the nature of the favour they were asking of him when she knew all along what it was, felt like a little betrayal. 

And what did he actually think of the idea of donating his sperm to them? His answer surprised even himself. He didn't mind the idea at all, not in principle anyway. He was even flattered a little that out of all the men in Westborough-on-sea, out of all the men in the world for that matter, they had chosen him to be the father of their baby. 

And, if he agreed to it all, would he want to be a part of the child's life? Absolutely, he decided - he could not argue against the logic that a child, even one raised by two women, needed its father in its life even if only as an occasional visitor. 

He felt the vibration in his pocket before the familiar ringtone of his phone began to chirp. He took his phone out of his pocket, the caller ID displayed 'Lindi mobile'. 

"Hey Lin." He answered simply. 

"Peter, are you alright?" Lindi asked, "It's just that you left rather abruptly - Becky and Alison were afraid they'd offended you." 

"Well, it's not every day I get asked to donate my sperm to a couple of lesbians." Peter said as he walked along the seafront. 

An elderly couple walking in the opposite direction gasped audibly, obviously startled at hearing Peter's almost casual remark about his semen. 

"I just needed a bit of space to gather my thoughts." He continued with a sigh. 

"Where are you now?" 

"Just ambling along the seafront really." 

"If you need to talk about it you know where you can find me, okay babe. I'm heading back home now." 

"You could've at least warned me that they would be asking something that big of me! I thought they wanted me to... I dunno... help them move some furniture around or something." Peter said with a hint of anger in his voice. 

"I'm sorry!" Lindi said as apologetically as she could, "I just thought that since what they were asking of you is such a big and very personal thing, it would be better coming from them rather than from me. I mean what else was I supposed to do? Just casually mention to you in passing that a couple of lesbians we've barely met before want you to wank yourself off into a little plastic pot so that they can use you to father a child for them?" 

"Of course not." Peter sighed, "I'm sorry, I'm just not thinking straight at the moment." 

"At least you are thinking," Lindi said, "that's got to be a start." 

"You want to know my gut feeling about all this?" Peter said. 

"Yes?" 

"I think I would like to help them." Peter said, "As long as they check out of course." 

"Well that's... wonderful!" Lindi said, "I'm sure the character references will be fine. Oh, and I made sure to tell them in no uncertain terms that if either of them hurt you in any way they'll have me to deal with. Hell hath no fury than a Lindi scorned!" 

"I can believe that." Peter said, "I remember when you kicked that kid Shaun that was bullying me at school. Right in his bollocks - he couldn't walk right for a week." 

"Yeah, well you were looking out for me that time I caught my ex-boyfriend fucking that slapper Tamara. I was glad to see the back of him. That's why we're friends right? We look out for each other, after all, we're all we've got." 

That much was true. Among the many things that Peter and Lindi had in common was that they had very little in the way of family. Both were only children so there were no brothers or sisters in their lives. 

Lindi's father Geoff had run out on her mother when Lindi was only two years old. Her mother had never been the same since then. Lindi's mother Sarah eventually succumbed to liver failure brought on by alcoholism when Lindi was 19. 

Peter's early years were equally tragic. His parents, Charles and Miranda were well known in the town for being adventurous types. They were keen mountaineers and would often travel around Europe climbing mountains in the Alps and the Pyrenees. However, one tragic day whilst climbing Sgurr Alasdair, a mountain in the Cuillin range on the Isle of Skye in Scotland, the weather had deteriorated to such an extent that they lost their way amid the jagged rocks. The storm on the bleak mountain raged for several days, which thwarted any rescue attempts. Their bodies were found five days later. They were found huddled together, attempting to share bodily warmth in a desperate and ultimately futile bid to stay alive long enough to be found. Peter was only six years old at time. He had been sent to his Aunt Paula and Uncle Trevor to live and for the rest of his childhood he was reasonably happy considering his terrible loss. Eventually however, Trevor died in 1996, with Paula passing away in 2005. 

Sure, both Lindi and Peter had cousins and other aunts and uncles but they were all pretty much spread out over the four corners of the world and they rarely, if ever, saw any of them. It was their collective experiences of misfortune that united Peter and Lindi. They were the closest thing to brother and sister it was possible to be. They loved each other, but they weren't in love with each other. 

"Yeah, we gotta look after us - you and me against the world right?" Peter said, "Anyway, I'm starving - I'm going to swing by the chippy and grab myself some fish and chips on the way home. I'll see you later. Bye." 

"Bye." Lindi said. 

Thursday, January 21st 2010 - 6:13pm 

Peter checked his email. His eye was drawn to an email from Alison. The subject line read simply 'character references'. He opened it with a single click. 

Hi Peter, 

I hope we didn't scare you off the other night! Anyway, please find attached the character references for Becky and myself that you asked for. I hope that you will find them satisfactory. Once you have had a chance to go over them and had a good think about it all, please could you let us know what your final decision is. Becky and I are so excited about having a baby and we both know that you'd be a great dad - if that's what you'd like of course. 

We'll be eagerly waiting for your decision. Even if you decide not to help us, we'd both like to say thank you for at least giving it some thought. 

Much love, 

Alison 

At the top of the message there were a number of Word documents attached. Peter clicked on the first one and read it. 

Monday, January 24th 2010 - 7:10pm 

The bar of The Coopers Arms was much quieter this evening. Instead of the jarring, off-key warbling of karaoke night, the bar was populated by drinkers just quietly enjoying the cosy confines of the pub with its roaring log fire and friendly atmosphere, which was made even cosier and more inviting by the awful weather outside. 

Alison and Becky stood up as Peter and Lindi approached their table, shaking off their rain-spattered coats. They exchanged brief hugs of greeting and they sat down together. Having reached a decision, Peter had arranged to meet the lesbian couple that evening to impart his news. 

"I suppose I should just come out and say it." Peter said, "I've read your character references and I've thought about it all weekend and I've decided..." 

He paused for effect. 

"That I would like to help you." 

There was a second brief pause of silence as Peter let the news sink in. 

"Really??!!" Alison said excitedly. 

"Really." Peter confirmed. 

"O. M. G! Thank you so, so much!!" Becky exclaimed gleefully. Both women stood up and hugged Peter tightly. 

"We promise you we'll be the best mums a child could possibly have." Alison said as she wiped a tear from her eye. 

"And I'll promise you that I will be the best dad I can be - well, as much of a dad that you'll let me be." Peter said as he disengaged from the women's embrace. 

"Are you kidding? Of course we want you to be more than just the biological father - we want our child to have a proper dad. You'll just be a dad that doesn't live with us, that's all." Becky said. 

"So that's settled then." Lindi said brightly. 

"And I think this calls for a bottle of champagne!" Alison said as she stood up and went over to the bar. 

She returned a couple of minutes later carrying a tray upon which was a bottle of Moët et Chandon and four champagne flutes. She removed the foil, popped the cork with a brief and muted cheer and then poured out the fizz into the flutes. Their glasses charged, the four of them raised a toast to their arrangement. 

After draining her glass, Lindi raised a valid point. 

"So... what happens now?" 

"Well, I think the first thing to do is for Peter to go and have a sperm count." Alison said, "By my reckoning we should try and 'do the deed' by late February. I've been tracking my periods for some time and have made a few calculations. With a bit of luck I reckon I'll be ovulating around the end of February. So that should give you at least a couple of weeks for you to organise a sperm count and a physical just to make sure you're as fit and healthy as Lindi says you are." 

Arrangements were made and dates were set. The practicalities of the agreement were discussed at length. By the time the group disbanded it was almost closing time. 

Saturday, February 6th 2010 - 9:27am 

Today is going to be a busy and potentially stressful day, Peter thought to himself. Following their meeting at the pub, Peter had agreed to undergo a sexual health check, a medical checkup and a full sperm count. Unable to spare the time off work, he had to schedule all three appointments on a single Saturday. 

He sat nervously awaiting the first of his three appointments. The waiting room of the sexual health clinic at the Brighton Royal Infirmary was only sparsely populated that morning, there being only three other people present apart from the young woman at the reception desk. One of the three other people was Lindi who had agreed, at Peter's request, to come along and provide moral support and also to drive him to his various appointments. 

"Thanks for coming along." Peter said, "I know asking you to be here while I... Y'know... have all these tests done is a bit weird, but I really appreciate your support." 

"Hey, what are friends for eh?" Lindi said as she clasped Peter's hand in hers, "Just as long as I don't have to go in there with you. You know how squeamish I get about medical stuff." 

The walls of the waiting room were covered in posters warning of the various sexual ailments that the clinic dealt with. 'Chlamydia Aware', one of them read, 'Herpes - know the facts' read another. On a table opposite where Lindi and Peter sat was a rack of leaflets bearing information about Syphilis, Hepatitis, Gonorrhea and HIV. 

A white-coated man entered the waiting room and called Peter's name. Peter stood up and walked towards him. 

"Good morning Peter, I'm Dr Grayling - I'll be conducting yerr examination this morning." 

Dr Grayling spoke in a kindly manner with a distinctive Scottish accent. His thinning hair was greying at the temples and his face bore the over-friendly expression of a doctor trying his best to put his patient at ease. He beckoned Peter to follow him. They walked along a short corridor with several doors on either side. Dr Grayling stopped and opened the door marked 'Examination Room 5' and went inside. The room was very spartan in appearance; there was a desk with a computer in one corner but the room was dominated by an examination bed, with sturdy-looking stirrups in the centre of the room. In one corner there was a door and various pictures and diagrams of male and female reproductive anatomy decorated the walls. 

"Now, this is a full examination and, as I'm sure you'll be aware, I will need full access to your private parts. But it should only take a few minutes," the good doctor explained, "first I need tae take a wee blood sample tae test for HIV, Hepatitis and one or two other wee nasties, then I need tae examine yerr penis and yerr testicles for any abnormalities or lesions. Then I need you tae provide a urine sample so that I can run a few lab tests and then I need tae take a swab from yerr urethra. Any questions?" 

"Does it hurt? The urethra swab thingy." Peter asked. 

"Well, you may feel a wee bit o' discomfort, but it only takes a few seconds tae do." Dr Grayling said. His approach to doctor/patient relations was always to be as open and honest as he could. 




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"Right, so how umm... far into me does it go?" Peter asked. 

"Only an inch or so." Dr Grayling said, "Now then, if you could just roll up yerr sleeve for me, we'll begin with the blood test." 

Dr Grayling snapped on a pair of sterile gloves and had Peter sit up on the table, placed an adjustable tourniquet around his upper arm and slipped a pillow under Peter's arm for him to rest it on. He spent a few moments finding a suitable vein and, once he was happy with the one he found, he inserted a needle with a cannula attached to it into Peter's skin. He picked up a sealed vial and connected it to the cannula. Instantly, Peter's blood began to fill the vial and in a matter of moments, the vial was completely filled. 

"One down, one tae go." Dr Grayling said as he placed the full vial in a sealable bag and picked up a second vial. 

He then filled the second vial and placed it in the sealable bag along with the first vial. 

"All done!" The doctor said brightly. He removed the cannula and disposed of it and the gloves he was wearing into a yellow hospital waste bin, which bore the distinctive 'biohazard' symbol. He dabbed the tiny puncture wound on Peter's arm with a sterile wipe and covered it with a small sticky bandage. 

"Now then, if you'd like tae take off yerr trousers and yerr pants we can get started on the next part." 

With a sigh, Peter sat down to remove his shoes. 

"You can leave yerr socks on by the way." Dr Grayling said as he consulted his computer, "The floors here can be pretty cold in an old building like this, especially at this time of year." 

Peter stood up and took off his trousers. He folded them neatly and placed them on the chair. His underpants came off next and they too were placed on the chair. 

"Grand." The kindly Scottish doctor said as Peter stood before him naked from the waist down, "Pop yerrself up on the bed here and we'll begin." 

Peter hopped up onto the examination table. It was covered in a thin paper sheet that rustled beneath him as his naked buttocks sat down. Lying on his back he stared up at the ceiling. Not requiring the stirrups for a male patient, the doctor pulled a couple of catches and folded them down. He then raised the head part of the examination table so that Peter was in a more upright position. 

"Comfortable?" He asked in his dulcet Scottish tone. 

"Um... yes, I guess." Peter replied. 

"Excellent, then we'll begin." Dr Grayling said as he snapped on a second pair of latex gloves. 

The doctor reached between Peter's legs and began by palpating his testicles. 

"Hmm... nice and healthy feeling testicles - smooth surface, decent size, no evidence of any bumps or lumps." Dr Grayling said as he examined Peter's testes, "No sign of any abnormalities with the epididymis, spermatic cord nice and healthy, normal distribution of pubic hair on the scrotal sac." 

His examination of Peter's testicles completed, Dr Grayling's attention shifted to his patient's penis. 

"A good, normal sized penis, uncircumcised, nice healthy-looking foreskin..." 

The doctor then retracted Peter's foreskin. 

"No evidence of any lesions or abnormalities on the glans, no discoloration around the urinary meatus, some evidence of pearly penile papules around the coronal ridge but that's nothing tae be concerned about. Congratulations sir, you have a perfectly healthy looking penis." 

"Um... thank you doctor." Peter replied. 

"Right then," Doctor Grayling said as he handed Peter a small plastic container, "Next, I need you tae take a little pee into this wee tube - pun intended. There's a toilet just behind the door there that you can use. Just take care not tae allow your penis tae actually touch the inside of the tube, okay. Otherwise the sample could be contaminated." 

"Yes doctor." 

Peter took the sample tube and strode across to the door in the corner of the room. It was, just as the doctor had mentioned, a small toilet cubicle. Peter unscrewed the cap of the sample tube, held it as close to the head of his penis as he could without it actually touching and tried to relax his muscles. Peter had given urine samples in the past and had always had difficulty in relaxing enough to be able to let his urine flow. On this occasion however, much to Peter's relief, his urine began to flow with ease. In fact, after a couple of seconds he had to clench his muscles in order to stop his flow so that the tube did not overflow. He took the tube away from his penis, aimed for the toilet and resumed his urination into the waiting bowl. 

After flushing the toilet, he screwed the cap on the sample tube and returned to the examination room. 

"All done?" the doctor asked brightly. He took the tube from Peter and he gave it a perfunctory examination, "Looks a nice normal, healthy colour - but the lab tests will tell us if there's any nasties lurking in there." 

He wrote Peter's name and the date on a small sticky label and then placed it on the tube that was then inserted into a clear plastic bag. 

"Okay, time for the bit you've been waiting for." The doctor said, "Pop yerrself back on the bed so that I can take the urethral swab." 

Peter did as he was told and got back up onto the bed. Dr Grayling meanwhile, took what looked like a thin plastic tube with a white screw cap. He unscrewed the cap to reveal a thin plastic rod about 10 centimetres long and only a couple of millimetres in diameter. At the very tip was a small bud of what appeared to be cotton wool. 

"Okay then," Dr Grayling said as he picked up Peter's penis and retracted his foreskin, "now as I said, you may feel a little discomfort when I insert the swab into your urethra but it'll only take a few seconds. Now, are you ready?" 

"I guess so." Peter replied nervously. 

Dr Grayling placed the tip of the swab on Peter's meatus and in the blink of an eye he started to push it in. The tiny mouth at the tip of Peter's penis dilated around the plastic rod to permit its entry into his urethra. 

Dr Grayling stopped inserting once an inch of the swab was inside his patient's urethra. 

"Oohh... Hah! Ahhh!!" Peter exclaimed as he felt a brief stab of mild pain. 

Dr Grayling twisted the swab around inside Peter's penis and then withdrew the swab, much to his patient's relief. 

"There, all done." The doctor said as he placed the swab back into the container from whence it came and screwed the lib back on, "Was'nae too bad was it?" 

"I guess not." Peter replied. 

"Grand. That completes the examination. You can put yerr trousers and pants back on now." Dr Grayling said as he placed the sealed swab into the same plastic bag that contained the earlier urine sample. 

Peter gratefully retrieved his underpants and pulled them back on. 

"When will the results come back?" Peter asked as he put his trousers back on. 

"Should only be a couple o' days." The doctor replied, "They should be in the post for you by the end of tomorrow. Do you live locally?" 

"Over in Westborough." Peter said as he zipped his flies up. 

"Och, not far tae go then." Dr Grayling said, "You could always pick them up from reception here if you wish tae get them sooner." 

"No that's okay, I'll wait for them to arrive by post." Peter said now putting his shoes back on, "Thank you doctor, is there anything else?" 

"Nope, that's all there is tae it." The doctor confirmed. 

The two men shook hands and Peter took his leave back into reception where Lindi sat waiting. 

"All done?" She asked brightly. 

"All done." Peter confirmed. He checked his watch - 9:43am. His next appointment was scheduled for 10:15 back home in Westborough. 

"We'd better look lively," Peter said, "we've got half an hour to get back home for my appointment with Dr Kendal." 

Saturday, February 6th 2010 - 10:14am 

Peter and Lindi made it to the waiting room of the Oakmead Health Centre, one of the two local practices in Westborough-on-sea, with only a minute to spare. 

"Bloody traffic!" Peter grumbled. 

"Hey, stop moaning," Lindi said as she took a seat, "I got you here on time didn't I?" 

"Only just." Peter said as he sat beside his friend, "I thought we'd be stuck behind that tractor for miles - damned farmers!" 

This waiting room was a stark contrast to the one at the sexual health clinic. While that one was quiet and almost empty, the waiting room of the Oakmead Health Centre was virtually full. Peter needn't have worried about being late for his appointment however - Dr Kendal it seemed, was running late and it was 10:37 before she came out from her consulting room and called his name. 

"Hello Peter." The brown-haired woman said as he entered the consulting room. She had been Peter's doctor for many years, ever since he moved back to Westborough-on-sea after having studied at university for his degree. 

"Hello Doctor," Peter replied politely. 

"Now, it says in your notes here that you would like a physical examination." Dr Kendal said. 

"Yes, umm... Well, I've been asked to have one done." 

"Can I ask why? If you don't mind my asking, that is." Dr Kendal asked. 

"Well, it's a bit complicated, but I've been asked to be a surrogate father." Peter explained, "This erm... couple got in touch with me and asked me if I would like to help them and donate some of my sperm to them." 

"Wow, what a noble thing to do." Dr Kendal said. 

"Yes well, they said that before they want to proceed they want me to have a full checkup to make sure I'm healthy enough." 

"Makes sense. No-one wants an unhealthy lard-arse to be the father of their child." Dr Kendal replied with a wry grin, "Now, I'll have to warn you though that there'll be some undressing involved and one or two parts of this examination will be a bit... intimate... are you sure you wouldn't prefer a male doctor instead? I think Dr Phillips will be free this afternoon." 

"No that's okay Doctor, thanks for offering but I have to be back in Brighton this afternoon for a sperm count. Besides, I don't have anything you haven't seen before. At least, I hope I haven't got anything you haven't seen before!" 

"Okay, well as long as you're sure." Dr Kendal said, "I guess we'd better make a start. First off, I'd like you to strip down to your underwear please." 

Peter did as instructed and undressed leaving only his underpants in place. 

The examination began in a fairly straightforward manner; Dr Kendal measured his height, weight, pulse and blood pressure. 

"Do you smoke at all?" Dr Kendal asked. 

"I've never touched a cigarette before in my life," Peter answered, "I don't intend to either." 

"What about alcohol?" 

"Only socially, and even then not too much. I learnt a harsh lesson with some scrumpy when I was 16 - I vowed never to get drunk ever again!" 

"Any drugs?" 

"Nope, unless they've been prescribed." 

"What about fatty foods?" 

"Well I treat myself to the occasional fry-up but that's the exception rather than the rule." 

"My, you are a good boy aren't you!" Dr Kendal said with a smile. 

Then, using her otoscope, she examined his ears. Satisfied that his ears were ok, she took her retinoscope and examined his eyes. Content that all was well so far, Dr Kendal turned her attention to Peter's body fat. She used a pair of calipers to pinch his skin. 

"Umm hmm... that's nice and normal." She said as she put the calipers away, "Now then, take your pants off and stand in front of the bed please." 

Peter removed his underpants leaving him totally naked before the attractive female doctor. He turned and stood in front of the examination bed as instructed. 

"Okay, first I will examine you for any inguinal hernias, and give your penis and testicles the once-over and then I will examine your prostate." Dr Kendal said as she put on some disposable latex gloves. 

Peter felt like interjecting that he'd already had his private parts examined once already that day but instead, he kept quiet. Instead he simply allowed the brunette to continue her examination. 

She palpated his testicles just as Dr Grayling had done earlier. Her touch was a little less gentle than the Scottish doctor's approach and Peter found himself wincing a little as she rolled his testicles around in her hand. 

"Good, that all seems nice and healthy." She said. She then cupped his testicles in her hand. 

"Turn your head and cough for me please." 

Peter coughed as requested. 

"Good, and again please." 

Peter coughed again. 

"Good, no sign of any hernias." Dr Kendal said, "Now then, hop up onto the bed and lie on your side in a fetal position facing the wall." 

Peter again did as he was told. As soon as he was in position he could hear the distinctive slurping sound of lubricant being applied to glove. 

"Okay, I now need to examine your prostate." She said calmly, "I shall be inserting my finger into your rectum and palpating your prostate gland. Now, it shouldn't hurt but it may feel a bit weird. Just try and relax as much as you can and just let my finger slip inside you, don't try and fight it okay." 

"Yes doctor." Peter replied as he readied himself for the imminent rectal invasion. 

He had had objects inserted into his rectum before; when he was a teenager he had experimented with the handles of old toothbrushes and anything that was smooth and rod-like he could find, with varying levels of success. Now as an adult, Peter owned several dildos and prostate massagers in an attempt to stimulate his fabled 'male G-spot'. He had, to his surprise after some considerable effort and experimentation, managed to achieve some truly mind-blowing orgasmic highs as a result. It was a little hit-and-miss, but when everything was aligned and his body and mind were in harmony, he could actually achieve multiple dry orgasms. But in all his years he had never had a human finger up inside him before. Not even his own, so this was to be a new experience for him. 

"Hmm..." Dr Kendal said as she parted Peter's buttocks, "Your anus looks a little inflamed - have you had any spicy food recently?" 

"I um... had a curry at my friend's place the other night." Peter replied. 

"Ah, I thought as much." Dr Kendal said with a grin, "A doctor can tell these things!" 

Peter then felt pressure being applied to his anus. He did as he had been instructed and allowed the doctor's finger to enter him. It felt not unlike his prostate massager except that the digit that was invading him now, was warm and it moved around inside him. 

"Do you know if there is any history of prostate cancer in your family?" Dr Kendal asked as she moved her finger around inside her patient's back passage. 

"Well, my oof! Great-uncle on my mother's side had it." Peter said with a wince, "He had his prostate removed, left the poor guy ugh! incontinent." 

"Hmm, what about your father?" 

"I never knew him really, he ugh! died when I was a kid." 

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that." 

"That's oof! okay, it was years ago." Peter said. 

"Do you ever have any difficulty urinating? Is your urine flow ever weaker than normal?" 

"No ugh! doctor." 

"Good. Well, I can safely say your prostate is in tip-top condition." Dr Kendal said as she slipped her finger out from Peter's rectum, "And you'll be pleased to hear that concludes the examination, you can put your clothes back on now. 

Dr Kendal removed her gloves and then tapped away at her computer as Peter dressed. He was glad to finally be clothed once more; it had felt a little cold in the consulting room. 

"Well, I can confidently report that you are a perfectly normal healthy male specimen." Dr Kendal said once Peter had finished getting dressed, "If only all my male patients looked after themselves as much as you obviously do. You can tell whoever it is you're donating your sperm to that you have a clean bill of health." 

"Thanks doctor." 

"I'll type up a little report for you to give to them." 

"Okay, that should be fine." Peter said, "Is there anything else?" 

"Nope, that should cover everything." 

"Okay, well thanks again doctor. Bye." 

"Bye Peter." Dr Kendal said, "Oh, and best of luck with the sperm donating. It really is a very kind and noble thing to do. And if you ever need to talk to someone about it you know where you can find me." 

Saturday, February 6th 2010 - 12:10pm 

Peter's appointment for his sperm count wasn't until three in the afternoon so there was ample time for him and Lindi to pause for lunch. They stopped at a small roadside cafe roughly halfway between Westborough and Brighton. 

"Did you really have to take all your clothes off?" Lindi asked as she sat opposite her friend. 

"Totally naked." Peter confirmed, "I've never been so embarrassed in my entire life! At least I didn't get... y'know..." 

"What? Get hard, you mean?" Lindi said as she took a bite of the baked potato with beans that she had ordered. 

"Yes, thank heavens for small mercies." Peter replied, blushing with embarrassment at his friend's casual observation about the possibility of his being erect in front of the doctor. 

"Did she... y'know, do that thing where they... put their fingers up your... bottom?" Lindi whispered. 

"If by that you mean, did she check my prostate, then yes, she did as a matter of fact." He whispered in return. 

"Well, guess it's no less embarrassing than when a woman has a smear test." Lindi said, "I remember the first time I had one. I was so embarrassed I nearly burst into tears." 

"The urethral swab was pretty weird too." Peter remarked. 

"Now that even makes me want to cross my legs at the very thought of it." Lindi giggled. 

"It wasn't that bad, it did feel rather odd though, watching the doctor pushing something up into my dick." 

Saturday, February 6th 2010 - 2:58pm 

Peter sat nervously in his third waiting room of the day. This time it was at the Fertility and Embryology Clinic at the East Sussex General Hospital in Brighton, the second largest of the city's hospitals. 

"This is the one I'm most nervous about." Peter said as he waited for his final appointment of the day. 

"Nervous? Why?" Lindi said, "I mean, all you have to do is go into a little room and have a wank - what could possibly be scary about that?" 

"It's not the 'having a wank' part I'm nervous about." Peter said, "It's whatever the results will be. I mean, what if it turns out that I'm firing blanks? The whole arrangement with Alison and Becky will fall apart and they'll have to start all over again from square one. And not to mention the effect that sort of result would have on me. I mean, what if I want to have children of my own one day?" 

"Stop worrying about it, you'll be fine." Lindi reassured, "I'm sure you're as fertile as the best of them." 

A nurse in a smart blue uniform entered and called Peter's name. 

"Good afternoon, I'm nurse Beckett, please follow me." 

Peter got up and followed the nurse. 

"Good luck!" Lindi said after him. 

"Thanks Lin." Peter said. 

Peter followed the nurse down a corridor that bore a striking resemblance to the corridor at the sexual health clinic he had visited that morning, with several doors that led into individual production rooms. She stopped at 'Production Room 3', opened the door and beckoned him inside. 

"I don't need to tell you how to produce the sample of course." Nurse Beckett said, "Just take your time and let nature take its course. When was the last time you ejaculated?" 

Peter had been instructed to refrain from any sexual activity for at least 48 hours before his appointment at the fertility clinic. 

"Um... Tuesday evening." Peter replied. 

"That should be fine." Nurse Beckett said, "There are some magazines and things for you to use if you like. All you need to do is make sure that you ejaculate cleanly into the collection cup. Don't ejaculate onto your hand or on any other surface and then try to scoop it into the cup as that could contaminate the sample with skin cells or chemical residues. When you have finished, seal the sample cup with the lid provided, leave it on the table and press the red button by the door on your way out. That will notify the technicians that you have finished so that they can come and collect your semen sample for analysis. Any questions?" 




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Author's note:



Welcome to the second chapter of Two Thousand and Ten – the tale of a year in the life of two friends from a seaside town in southern England. I would like to take this opportunity to point out that the following chapter is purely a work of fiction, my character names are chosen totally at random, and no resemblance to any person (living or dead), or any company/organisation, is intended and entirely coincidental. All characters are over 18 years of age. Please also remember that the author wishes to retain the right to use artistic licence whenever he wishes!



Hope you enjoy chapter two!







Two Thousand and Ten

Chapter Two – March & April

Monday March 1st 2010 - 10:24am

It was that time of year in England when daffodils seem to be growing everywhere. The cheerful yellow blooms that spring up in every park, garden, public space and even traffic islands and roundabouts, were messengers that spring was on its way and the drab, grey darkness of the English winter would soon be replaced with the vibrant colours of springtime. It wouldn't be long until the straggly, skeletal trees came back to life and painted the landscape with a wash of a million different shades of green. England wasn't called a 'green and pleasant land' for nothing.

But that would be a few weeks away yet. However, the daffodils were the clearest indication that change was in the air.

Lindi looked out at the carpet of yellow blooms in the flowerbed outside the staff room window. She was savouring her third cup of instant coffee of the day during her morning break between lessons. Her year 11 pupils were doing well, and she had high hopes of their success in the forthcoming exams. Her year 7 pupils were up next that morning, they were settling into life at secondary school quite nicely now and already she had identified one or two star pupils. But she was always mindful not to single them out for too much of her attention. Although she would quietly inform them of her after-school history club that she held for an hour every Tuesday. 

She was also mindful about keeping her male students engaged. There had been a growing achievement gap between girls and boys for many years, part of which was, in Lindi's opinion, due to the introduction of the GCSE curriculum in the late 1980's.

It was obvious to her that the current curriculum was more in tune with the way girls learned than the way boys did. The gap between the sexes wasn't that the boys were any less intelligent than the girls, just that they learnt differently and the current system didn't seem to work for them. The GCSE, or General Certificate of Secondary Education curriculum had replaced the old O-levels in the late 1980's and far more emphasis was placed on coursework than the final exam. The meticulousness required to maintain a good standard of coursework played much more to the strengths of the girls than it did to the boys who always used to thrive better when the clear goal of the final exam was more of a deciding factor than it is today.

She had aired her concerns many times at teaching conferences and through letters to the Department for Education and the government's Education Secretary. Each time though, the answers she received all boiled down to a simple message. That message being in essence a rather dismissive "Yeah, and?? Your problem being what exactly?" This apparent malaise regarding the issue of male underachievement both confused and concerned her. She didn't like to buy into Peter's joking conspiracy theory that the Department for Education, and the government at large for that matter, was under the influence of some kind of shadowy feminist illuminati, but sometimes she did wonder if there was a grain of truth to it somewhere.

'Drrrrrrrrrrrrinnnnnngggg!!!'

The bell sounded throughout the classrooms and corridors of the school signaling that it was time for the next lesson. Lindi drained the remainder of her coffee, rinsed her mug out in the sink and headed back to her classroom. Today's subject for her youngest pupils was King Henry VIII and his six wives. She always remembered the little mantra she had learned when she herself was at school to remember the order of Henry's Queens ultimate fates: divorced, beheaded, died, divorced, beheaded, survived.



Monday, March 1st 2010 - 12:09pm

Peter had been on a dizzying high for several days now - ever since he had spent three days having sex with Alison at the flat the lesbian shared with her partner, Becky. He finally felt like a real man - in his mind he was an alpha male who had rutted with a female and, hopefully, successfully fertilised her. It would be a few weeks yet before he would know if their union had been successful but he was optimistic about the possibility of becoming a father, even if he was destined not to be a full-time parent. After having sex eighteen times she damned well ought to be pregnant, Peter mused.

He focused his attention back to his work - or at least, he tried to. He was due to attend the annual conference of the Royal Institute of Chartered Mechanical Engineers, which was being held in Nottingham in April. He had been requested by the committee to make a presentation on 'manufacturing technology in the digital age' but he was struggling to maintain sufficient attention on what he was doing. His mind kept wandering back to the events of a few days earlier when he had his penis buried inside a woman for the very first time.

He looked at the Powerpoint slides on his desktop computer, an especially powerful machine designed to be able to run the very latest CAD and 3D mechanical stress analysis software. He had been at it for ages and yet still the slides looked like a load of dull and uninspired crap.

"Oh, this is bloody hopeless!" He exclaimed, removing his glasses and rubbing his temples. What he needed was a break. What he needed was something to take his mind off the subject of sex.

What he really needed, the little nagging voice in his head told him, was a wank.

He immediately tried to dismiss that thought but it turned out to be infuriatingly insistent. The pressure caused by the erection in his pants was becoming too much to comfortably endure.

He tried to focus on his work but it was just no use.

"Dammit!!" He said through gritted teeth. 

He got up from his desk and made for his office door. Just in time, he realised that his current state of arousal would most likely be visible through his trousers, so thinking quickly, he grabbed a sheaf of papers and drawings and held them in front of him to hide his obvious tumescence from view. Carrying drawings around was something he did all the time anyway so it would attract very little attention from the junior members of staff that occupied the large open-plan office space that lay beyond the privacy of Peter's single office.

Once past the twenty or so desks that stood between his office and the stairwell, he descended as quickly as he could. He could have used the toilets on the second floor but since they were the nearest to the office they would likely be busy. Not wanting to be disturbed, Peter instead opted to go down into the basement where there was a single unisex toilet cubicle situated next to the boiler room. He wouldn't be disturbed there.

This is crazy! Peter thought to himself as he flicked on the light and locked the toilet door, he was contemplating having a wank on company time - if anyone ever found out about this the consequences could be dire indeed and at the very least very embarrassing. But it was that slightly dangerous notion that excited him even more.

He unzipped his flies and slid his trousers halfway down. His underpants followed a few moments later, his aching erection springing free from its prison of cotton and elastic. Peter looked down to see a silvery stain of precum adorning the black material of his designer briefs. 

There was no fantasy required this time. He simply grabbed hold of his drippingly erect penis and started pumping furiously. The constant drone of the extractor fan would muffle any involuntary sounds he might make while he relieved himself of his pent-up sexual desire so he could concentrate on trying to coax himself to orgasm as quickly as possible. There wasn't time to hang around.

In fact, Peter found himself pumping away at his penis so hard and fast that the precum that had collected between the head of his penis and his foreskin had changed from a crystal-clear strand of pre-ejaculate fluid, into a white froth, which seemed to make his erection appear like a rabid dog foaming at the mouth.

With a feeling of more than a little relief, Peter felt his climax approaching. He took his fist pumping down from top gear and slowed things down a little as he felt the familiar feeling of semen welling up in his loins, ready for ejaculation.

When it arrived, his orgasm was nothing special. He stiffened his body, squirted his semen directly into the waiting toilet bowl and after only a few seconds it was all over. Peter relaxed with a sigh and held his hands against the wall opposite him to hold himself up as he panted and gasped for air as if he had just run in the 200m final at the Olympics.

It wasn't the greatest orgasm he had ever felt, not even close to what he had experienced so very recently with Alison, but the release of pent-up tension and hormones was enough at least to scratch the itch. For now at least.

Peter cleaned himself up with some toilet paper, pulled his pants back up, zipped up his trousers and straightened his tie. He checked in the mirror that nothing was out of place, washed his hands, flushed the toilet and headed back upstairs to his office.



Monday, March 1st 2010 - 6:33pm

"You did what??" Lindi giggled as she sat down to dinner in Peter's top floor flat.

"I'm serious." Peter said as he sat opposite his friend, "I just couldn't concentrate on my work."

"Yeah, but three times? THREE bloody times??" Lindi laughed, "You're seriously telling me you masturbated three times today while you should've been working!"

"I couldn't help it!" Peter said in his defence, "It worked for a little while and I would be able to concentrate on my work for a bit. But it would wear off and I found myself back at square one."

"Yeah but THREE times??"

"Ever since I had sex with Alison I've been unable to think about anything else!"

"What have I created?!?" Lindi laughed, "I have unwittingly released a raging horny sex-beast into the community! Look out ladies, Peter the sex monster is coming to get you!"

"Lindi!" Peter said to try and rein his friend in.

"Better make sure you don't leave the house without wearing your armour-plated knickers and carrying your loudest rape alarm!" Lindi continued jokily, "Because Peter the rampant cock-wielding sex demon will try and have his way with you and rape you in the bushes!"

"Leave it out Lin!" Peter groaned.

"I'm sorry, I can't help myself!" Lindi said as she fought against her fit of giggles.

If only Lindi could've seen how prophetic her joking would turn out to be...

"I have to say though," Lindi said once she had regained her composure, "that watching you and Alison having sex together was the sexiest thing I have ever seen! It just made me realise how long it's been since I last had a man inside me. Believe it or not, I actually felt a little bit jealous at the time."

"Jealous? What, because I was having sex?" Peter said, "Or did you wish that it was you in Alison's place?"

"What, having sex with you? Eww!!" Lindi said. It occurred to her immediately after saying that short sentence that she hadn't really meant what she had said. 

"You know what I meant!" Peter sighed, "I meant did you picture yourself as the one having sex with a man? And by that I mean any man."

"I guess so." Lindi said, "It just felt a little unfair that you were getting some action and not me." She knew she was lying to herself - she had wished she was the one underneath Peter. But that very thought seemed so counter-intuitive to her. She couldn't allow herself to think of Peter in this way, it was wrong, he was like a brother to her, she reasoned.

"How long has it been?" Peter said, "If you don't mind my asking."

"Too long." Lindi said, "If you must know, whilst we're opening ourselves up on the subject of sex, the last time I had sex was two years ago."

"Who were you dating at the time?" Peter asked.

"Daniel, remember him?"

"What, Dan-Dan the photocopier man?" Peter recalled her pet-name for the photocopier toner salesman she had been going out with at the time.

"The very same."

"Was he any good?" Peter asked cheekily.

"I can't believe you just asked me that!" Lindi gasped with a slight slap on Peter's wrist.

"Well, was he?" Peter replied.

"He was fantastic if you must know." Lindi said, "His cock was a beauty and boy, did he know how to use it!"

"So what went wrong then? If he was that good in bed, why did you stop seeing him?"

"Well, like I said before, he just couldn't live up to you, my 'yardstick' - that and the fact that he admitted that he hates horror films!" Lindi said, "And of course, he was a photocopier toner salesman who loved his job a bit too much - I mean, talk about boring!"

"And you've not done it with anyone else since?"

"The only thing that's been inside me since Dan-Dan the photocopier man is my rabbit."

"Your rabbit??" Peter gasped in mock-disgust, "I had no idea you were into bestiality!! But wouldn't a bunny's dick be a little on the small side for you?"

"You know what I mean!"

"Yes of course I do, I was only joshing with you!" Peter chuckled, "I know perfectly well what a rabbit is. Remember, I've been feeling pretty inadequate when I compare myself to those things."

"Oh Peter, there isn't a vibrator or dildo or anything else on Earth that could compare to a real penis." Lindi said, "I mean, a real penis is a living thing attached to a living, breathing man. A vibrator, no matter how well it's made, can only ever be just a piece of plastic with a motor and some batteries in it. It can feel really good and do things a real penis can't do but at the end of the day it just isn't the same as the real thing."

"It's great that we can talk so openly about sex," Peter said, "You know, without getting all embarrassed about it."

"Yeah, I guess it is." Lindi mused, "Anyway, last night I decided to do something about it. See if I can find myself a real man - present company excepted of course."

"So what are you going to do?"

"I already did it." Lindi said, "I signed up for online dating yesterday while you were up here convalescing from your sexual exertions."

"Well, taking positive steps I suppose." Peter said, "You had any bites yet?"

"A few, but they were a bit too far away." Lindi said, "One was in Aberdeen for pity's sake!"

"I guess the website developers need to take a bit of time to refine their product."

"Probably." Lindi said, "Anyway, you ought to try online dating yourself. What you experienced with Alison is just a taster of what's out there waiting for a nice man like you. Just make sure you don't sign up for the same site as me."

"Why?"

"Well, they might pair us up with each other!" Lindi laughed.

"Probably!" Peter said, "Anyway, I already tried online dating. I got too nervous and never actually went on any dates."

"Yeah but surely your erm... coupling with Alison must've at least boosted your confidence."

"Well, I guess so." Peter reflected, "But I'd rather meet someone in real life."

"Well, you're off to that conference of yours soon," Lindi said, "maybe you could try out your new-found confidence and chat up some nice piece of skirt in one of Nottingham's classy drinking establishments."

"Maybe." Peter answered simply.



Thursday, March 11th 2010 - 12:04pm

"So how did your friend get on with that sister of mine?" Michaela asked Lindi as they sat down to lunch together, "I know it was a little while ago but I've been meaning to ask and I just haven't got around to asking yet."

"It was fine." Lindi said, and then continued in a hushed voice, "They were only having sex, what did you think was going to happen?"

"I meant, did he respect her properly?" Michaela said, "She told me it would be her first time. With a man, that is - I just wanted to be sure that he was gentle with her."

Lindi thought for a second about telling Michaela that it had been Peter's first time too but then thought better of it.

"He was the perfect gentleman throughout the whole thing." Lindi said.

"Well, I truly hope so." Michaela said, "Hang on a minute, you said he was 'a perfect gentleman throughout', you weren't there at the time were you? While he was, y'know... actually doing it to her."

"No, don't be daft!" Lindi said in a blatant lie, "Alison told me afterwards."

"Oh yes, of course. Just letting my imagination run away for a second there!" Michaela said with a sigh, "Anyway, I can't wait to be an auntie. Let's hope that Philip's little wrigglers have done the job."

"Peter." Lindi said, "His name is Peter."

"Oh, of course it is." Michaela said, "I could've sworn you told me his name was Philip."

"Nope." Lindi replied simply.





Saturday, March 13th 2010 - 7:43pm

"Testing, one-two, one-two." Lindi's voice echoed through the back room of The Woodworkers - the epicentre of the local pub music circuit - as she set up and tested Peter's microphone. 

It was Young Lust's first gig of the year and Lindi had volunteered, as always, to help Peter's Pink Floyd tribute band set up. The band consisted of Terry on the drums in the Nick Mason role, Rich on bass and vocals as Roger Waters, Craig on keyboards and piano as Rick Wright and Peter on lead guitar and vocals as David Gilmour. The idea was not to look like the real Pink Floyd, but to sound as close as possible to the real thing - something that had taken years of practice to achieve.

"How's that sound to you?" Lindi asked Peter as he set up his pedal board at her feet.

"See if you can turn up the reverb a touch." Peter replied.

"Sure, no problem." Lindi said, and then into the microphone she addressed the man behind the mixing desk, "Can you turn up the reverb a little, Dave!"

The man behind the desk twiddled a couple of knobs.

"Try that!" He called across to the stage where Lindi stood.

Lindi went through her 'one-two, one-two' routine once more as Peter, now behind her, connected his pedal-board to his amps and began powering everything up.

The Woodworkers had been a fixture in the East Sussex music scene since the mid 1970's and had garnered a reputation as one of the finest small venues in the county. It was one of those places that many of Britain's most successful bands had played at in their early days. The list of bands that had shoehorned themselves onto the small stage was like a roll call of British rock royalty. The likes of Oasis, The Manic Street Preachers, Coldplay, Blur, Radiohead and Muse had all played The Woodworkers over the years alongside countless others that hadn't made it to the big time. 

It had a makeshift dressing room in the basement, its walls festooned with signatures of those who had played the renowned venue in years gone by - it was the venue's 'visitor's book'. Peter himself had scrawled his own name cheekily alongside that of Bobby Gillespie, the lead vocalist of Primal Scream and one of Peter's idols. Only a few centimetres from that was written 'Chris Martin - 1997 Thanks for having us!'

It would be a good gig tonight, Peter thought as he hooked up his guitar to the PA. Recent band rehearsals had gone well and they felt confident and tighter than ever. They had begun writing their own material - heavily influenced by Pink Floyd, naturally - and were hoping to give a few of their new songs their official debuts that night.




Two Thousand and Ten Ch. 02



As the band assembled on stage for their sound-check, Peter felt as though he was a happy man. He was here doing something he loved with his mates and the woman who was his closest friend - the nearest thing to family he had in his life.



Thursday, March 18th 2010 - 6:45am

Lindi loved being a woman. Sure, it had its downsides, just as she was sure there were also downsides to being a man. Not being a man herself, Lindi had little idea of what those downsides may be, but she was not so naive as to believe that there were no downsides to being a man whatsoever.

That view had been in stark contrast to the view of one of her old housemates during her first year at university - that basically men had all the privileges and there were no downsides to being a man in any way. Her name was Liz and she was a radical feminist. It was her opinion that women were all basically slaves under the oppressive jackboots of the patriarchy, and that all men were complicit in the subjugation of women, be it consciously or unconsciously.

"All men," she had said one evening during one of her more vitriolic tirades, "are potential rapists and child abusers. And no woman or girl will ever be safe on this earth until the male population is under the control of women."

"Oh yeah," Dawn, another of Lindi's housemates interjected, "and what makes you think that a matriarchy would be any better than the patriarchy huh?"

"There already is a matriarchy," Lindi added, "every action has an equal and opposite reaction, remember. It's just that feminists like Liz are completely blind to it."

"Just ignore her Lin, you know how she gets when she hasn't had any cock for a while." Dawn said with a wry grin, "How long has it been since you last had a nice, hard portion of man-meat up inside you' Liz?"

"With an attitude like hers is it any wonder that guys don't wish to go anywhere near her?" Lindi giggled.

"To be a woman is to be a slave of the patriarchy," Liz continued unabated and seemingly undeterred by Dawn and Lindi's observations, "until such time as the patriarchy is destroyed and replaced by a matriarchal society, women will never be free!"

"And what of the men? What would become of them? They would be slaves themselves if you had your way, I suppose." Lindi said, and then immediately wished she hadn't.

"If that is what would be necessary to create a society where women can finally be free and safe from male oppression, then so be it. Ideally, the male population should be reduced in number and only a small number should be kept, under controlled conditions of course, as breeding stock to ensure the continuation of the human race." Liz said.

"So basically, you are proposing to replace one kind of oppression with another. Which, from what you seem to be describing, would be even worse than the so-called oppression already meted out on women." Dawn had said, "You're basically implying that men should be made to suffer from female oppression. And even more worrying, it seems as though you are even condoning genocide as a means of controlling them. You know what Liz, you are sick!"

"Sisters," Liz said defiantly, "we women have been slaves for millennia - it is time for true and correct retribution to free all of humankind from the oppression of men..."

And so it continued until late into the night.

She had spent an entire year having to listen to Liz's hyperbole and vitriol - she couldn't wait for her second year to begin so that she could move out of the halls of residence away from that nutter and find someone a little less irritating to share a flat with. That someone ended up being Peter.

There were plenty of plus points about being a woman, Lindi reasoned; in some cases women were freer than men. She remembered discovering something that had shocked her a few years earlier - that in this day and age, all boys over the age of 18 in America still had to register for military draft. All girls of course being exempt. 

So Liz, Lindi had thought at the time, if males are so privileged and females so oppressed, why does society still expect males to submit themselves to be killed or maimed in times of war in order to defend us? In what way can that possibly be seen as 'male privilege'? If anything, Lindi observed, it was female privilege to not be expected to die in times of war.

But there was one aspect of being a woman that she had very mixed feelings about. And this morning she was experiencing those conflicting emotions.

She was having her period.

A woman's menstrual cycle has historically been seen as either something that is shameful and dirty and must be hidden from view, or something that should be celebrated as a symbol of a woman's fertility. 

In some African cultures it is still commonplace for women to be segregated from the rest of their communities while they are menstruating. Forced to live in darkened huts away from friends and family until such time as their monthly bleeding has ceased and they have been 'cleansed'. Even the Book of Leviticus in the Bible implied that a menstruating woman was 'unclean'. But then again, Leviticus also wrote that a man having 'nocturnal emissions' was 'unclean' as well, Lindi recalled. 

Some other cultures positively celebrated a woman's menstrual cycle, some seeing parallels between menstruation and the lunar cycle. In some ancient tribes a woman whose menstrual cycle roughly coincided with a full moon would be revered rather than ostracised.

In contemporary western culture however, Lindi thought to herself, a woman's menstruation is neither one thing nor the other. It is neither something to be ashamed about nor something to celebrate. It is merely something that is a part of the nature of being a woman.

Unless you are someone like Liz, Lindi thought, she would probably see it as somehow being men's fault - an example of patriarchal oppression. She probably felt the same about childbirth too, Lindi reckoned. She smiled as a sudden thought occurred to her - if periods and childbirth had been foisted on women by MOTHER nature, how could they possibly be the fault of males? Lindi wished dearly that she had mentioned that notion to Liz when she had the opportunity. But then again, it would only spur her into launching into yet another vitriolic diatribe against male oppression. Lindi wondered whatever became of her - she hoped that she had mellowed over the years but somehow she doubted it.

To Lindi, her period was just another part of being a woman. She didn't enjoy it, but she didn't feel that it was something to be ashamed about either.

She thought about this now as she tore open the little paper sleeve that encased the 'FreshFem Ultra' tampon, her first one of the day. The commercials for these feminine hygiene products positively celebrated a woman's monthly period. They were full of confident, outgoing women not letting a little thing like shedding the lining of their uterus stop them from rollerblading and giving high profile presentations at business meetings.

But the products ultimately conveyed a message of discretion, that they can hide the fact that a woman is bleeding from her vagina. So ultimately, their selling point being that a woman's period is something that should be celebrated but still hidden.

Lindi reached down and parted her labia with her left hand. It was a procedure she had performed countless times ever since she had her first period at the age of 14. On that occasion she had been terrified of the notion of blood coming out from her vagina. Her mother had been of little help at the time. She was suffering from a severe bout of depression at the time, seeking solace in a bottle, and too out of it to give her daughter any real motherly support.

Surprisingly, it was Peter of all people who had given her the support she had needed. It wasn't that he showed her how to use tampons or anything like that - he was a boy after all, he had no idea how to use them himself. It was rather that he had paid attention during sex education lessons at school and understood what she was going through. He had simply just been there for her and helped her overcome her feelings of nervousness and fear. It was at that time in her life that she realised what a comforting presence he had become in her life.

He had been at her side when she bought her first box of tampons from a local supermarket. She remembered how he had laughed when, back in his bedroom at his aunt's house where he lived, they had taken a look at the little sheet of paper with the instructions of how to use them. His laughter was in no way disrespectful however, it merely acted as some light comic relief at the time and she couldn't help but join in the sudden bout of hilarity. It was years ago now, but she wondered how she would ever have got through that first experience of menstruation without his comforting presence there to help her.

Back in the present day, Lindi's right hand brought the tip of the applicator to the entrance of her vagina and, with a well-practiced motion, pushed the tampon up inside her and then withdrew and threw the applicator tube into the bin along with its paper wrapper. The only visible sign of the tampon being inside her was the short length of string used to pull it out when it was time for it to be changed.

She put on her underwear and got ready for work. She popped a couple more tampons into her bag and then headed downstairs to meet the man who had been such a comfort to her during that first menstrual cycle.



Monday, March 22nd 2010 - 6:27pm

Lindi parked up in the car park of Westborough-on-sea Leisure Centre. Over dinner the night before, Peter had bemoaned the fact that he wasn't getting enough exercise. A couple of years earlier Peter - at the time a keen runner - had torn a ligament while taking part in an amateur cross-country race. A hidden tree root had caused him to stumble off balance and the resulting fall caused him to tear his cruciate ligament - an injury that had ended the career of many an athlete. It required an operation and needed six months of physiotherapy afterwards. His doctor advised him that from then on he should refrain from running and other high impact forms of exercise. Not being able to do one of the things he enjoyed most, Peter fell into something of a malaise and as the months wore on he found himself getting less and less exercise.

On a whim, Lindi suggested swimming as an alternative form of exercise. It was low impact and the support of the water wouldn't place too much strain on his injured knee and the water would also provide a decent amount of resistance.

Peter agreed to give it a try, but only on the proviso that Lindi came along too. She reasoned that it wouldn't do any harm and so had agreed. They paid for a one-hour session at the reception desk and then headed for the changing rooms. 

The changing room of the Westborough-on-sea Leisure Centre was all sub-divided into individual cubicles. There was a male-only section of cubicles, a female-only section and a unisex family section, which held larger cubicles suitable for family groups and wheelchair users.

Ten minutes later and now dressed only in one single item of clothing each - Peter in a pair of simple black swimming trunks and Lindi in a shocking pink one-piece swimsuit - the two friends bundled their clothes into a couple of the coin-operated lockers and headed for the pool.



Monday, March 22nd 2010 - 7:30pm

Peter climbed out of the pool feeling that dichotomy of physical tiredness and mental refreshment that one often experiences after a satisfying workout. Lindi had been right, the water had eased the stress on his joints and he had managed to cover 60 lengths of the 25m pool. Lindi wasn't far behind, having managed 57 herself. The two friends climbed out of the pool and made for the changing room to retrieve their clothes.

Having gone their separate ways, both Lindi and Peter found to their dismay, that the individual cubicles in the female-only and male-only sections were all occupied. It was right in the middle of the busy period between the hour-long early evening session and the private training session that was the territory of the Westborough Dolphins Swimming Club. 

At almost exactly the same time, Peter and Lindi were reunited, shivering in the relative cold of the changing room, at the open space of the junction of the three sections that it was sub-divided into.

"C-can't f-find a c-cubicle either huh?" Peter said through chattering teeth.

"D-damned sw-swimming c-club taking up all the r-room!" Lindi cursed.

The two friends merely stood shivering out in the open, unsure of what to do. Suddenly, one of the family cubicles opened up and was disgorged of a group of young women who all wore the distinctive red and white swimming costumes of the Westborough Dolphins Swimming Club.

"W-we could always..." Lindi said, nodding towards the recently vacated family sized cubicle.

"A-are you k-kidding??" Peter said as he followed her gaze.

"You have any b-better ideas?" Lindi said through her own chattering teeth, "The swim club p-people will be ages yet and it b-beats standing around here sh-shivering!"

"Yeah but, we'll b-be n-naked in there t-together!" 

"So? I've alr-ready s-seen you naked." Lindi pointed out.

"Yeah, but I've n-never seen y-you naked before!"

"Would seeing me naked b-be s-so bad?" Lindi chattered.

"W-well n-no, but..." Peter stammered in part due to the cold and in part due to the notion of getting to see his best friend in the nude.

"Well then, come on!" Lindi said as she entered the cubicle, "Unl-less you want t-to d-die of hypo-th-thermia!"

Peter sighed and followed her in, bolting the door behind him. It was, mercifully, a little warmer inside.

"Anyway, like I said," Lindi said as she stood before Peter, "I've already seen you naked so I guess it's only fair if you get to see me in the nude."

"Lindi, you don't have to..." Peter began, stopping himself in mid-sentence as he realised he was about to say pretty much exactly the same thing that Lindi had said to him when he stripped off in front of her in her flat.

Lindi smiled as she too saw the parallel in the situation.

"Well, I don't see you stopping me!" She said, echoing the words Peter had said to him those few weeks ago.

She hooked her fingers into the shoulder straps of her swimming costume and in one movement tugged the garment down to reveal her naked breasts to Peter for the very first time. She paused for a moment with the shocking pink lycra garment bunched up around her waist and took in the sight of the near-naked Peter gazing at her.

She hooked her thumbs into the swimsuit once more and this time pulled the whole thing down her legs until it fell in a wet crumpled heap on the floor at her feet. She stood before Peter as naked as a newborn. He just stood there speechless. To Peter, seeing Alison naked had been an incredible sight. But Lindi was an even more arresting sight! Her breasts were larger than the redheaded lesbian's, her nipples darker and more pronounced, surrounded by aureolas that framed them beautifully. And... between her legs...

"Oh my God, you shave your pubes?!?" Peter gasped.

In stark contrast to Alison, whose vulva remained hidden within a thick bush of copper coloured pubic hair, Lindi's meticulously shaved pudenda was heart-stoppingly beautiful. The soft plumpness of her hairless outer labia, divided by a beautifully soft looking cleft which was slightly rounded at the top, was by far the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. The neat, beautiful symmetry of her most intimate parts brought tears to Peter's eyes.

"I can't stand pubic hair," Lindi said, bringing Peter out of his momentary reverie, "I just prefer it this way."

She turned around to let him have a glimpse of her naked bottom. 

"Well, what do you think?" Lindi asked as she faced her friend once more.

"Y-you're... b-beautiful!" Peter stammered, though this time not from the cold.

"Thank you." Lindi said simply, "You going to take those off or what?" She said, pointing to Peter's swimming trunks.

As Peter looked down at his black lycra trunks he noticed that they were struggling to contain his growing tumescence. The naked Lindi followed his gaze, noting his state of arousal.

"Is... is that because of me?" Lindi asked.

"Umm..." Peter was unsure how to answer. If he said, 'yes, of course it's because of you!' he was afraid that it would look as if he was lusting after her. If he answered that it wasn't because of her, she might take it the wrong way and the last thing Peter wanted was to make her feel unattractive. It was clear that a cautious approach was called for.

"Yes... and no." Peter offered.

"It's quite okay you know," Lindi said as she placed a comforting hand on Peter's shoulder, "I'm not so naive to believe that men only get erections when they are turned on. As flattering as it is when that does happen of course!"

"Well... it's just that... this is just a bit... y'know... sudden." Peter said.

"All we're doing is getting changed together." Lindi said, "I mean, we're both adults right? And we're friends aren't we? Best friends get changed together all the time. Those women in here before us were obviously friends."

"Yeah but... most best friends aren't like us."

"You mean most best friends aren't a man and a woman?" Lindi said, "look Peter, you know that it doesn't matter to me. Can't you see? By my taking my clothes off in front of you like this, it shows how much I trust you as a friend. I mean, the other night at my place when you stripped off in front of me, you wouldn't have done that if you didn't have trust in me would you?"

"I... I guess not." Peter replied.

"And you certainly wouldn't have admitted to me that you were a virgin if you didn't trust me."

"Yes, I suppose."

"Or ask me to be with you while you lost your virginity. And it's not like I haven't seen you... hard before, remember?" Lindi said as she referred to Peter's arrangement with Alison and Becky.

Peter sighed. Lindi was right - she always was. So with a single decisive action, Peter pulled down his trunks and stood before Lindi as naked as she was - his erection sprang free from its lycra confinement and stood out proudly.

Lindi gasped slightly as she saw the size of Peter's erection. It wasn't the biggest she had seen - it wasn't the smallest either - but it seemed bigger than she remembered from that afternoon at Alison and Becky's flat. Then again, she hadn't felt it to be too appropriate to be appraising the size of Peter's erection at the time. But now for some reason it did feel appropriate. 

Her immediate thought, upon looking at her friend's erection was that it would make a woman very happy indeed to have such a nicely proportioned penis all to herself. Despite her sexual orientation, Alison seemed to have enjoyed having it inside her. Lindi wondered how it would feel to have it sliding up into her own vagina.

Her right hand suddenly found itself creeping towards the engorged organ set before her. Peter stood there nervously, seeming not to prevent Lindi from making contact with his manhood, but at the same time not exactly inviting her to touch him either.

Closer and closer, her hand edged towards Peter's firmly erect and slightly pulsing penis. Peter's eyes followed his friend's hand as it crept nearer and nearer to his tumescent organ.

Three inches...

Two inches...

One inch...

Suddenly, the door to the neighbouring cubicle slammed shut causing the thin walls to shudder momentarily, bringing Lindi and Peter firmly back into the real world and reminding them that they were in a public place.

"We um... we should get dressed." Peter said.




Two Thousand and Ten Ch. 02



"Yes, we should." Lindi agreed.



Thursday, April 8th 2010 - 9:07am.

Peter loaded his suitcase, his briefcase, his laptop bag and his guitar case into the boot of his car. His job paid very well and he had inherited a considerable sum from his parents and the aunt and uncle who had raised him. Peter had never wanted a big house so he had treated himself to a nice car instead. That car was his BMW M5 that he had bought from new two years earlier. It was his pride and joy and he reveled in the sound of its V10 engine which, when he put his foot down, sounded more like a Ferrari than a mid-sized German saloon car.

He was off to Nottingham today, to attend the annual conference of RICME, the Royal Institute of Chartered Mechanical Engineers. He programmed the route into the sat-nav - first towards Brighton, then up the A23 until it becomes the M23 at Pease Pottage, then anti-clockwise around London on the M25 and then join the M1 all the way to Nottingham. According to the sat-nav it was a journey of just over 200 miles and would take just under three and a half hours. That was of course if the notorious traffic on the M25 wasn't too bad.

He started the engine, hooked up his iPod to the USB and selected his 'PF Faves' playlist, set it on shuffle and clicked on his seatbelt just as the opening aircraft drone of Pink Floyd's 'Goodbye Blue Sky' came through the speakers.

"Look Mummy, there's an aeroplane up in the sky..." came the familiar voice of the little girl at the start of the song. 

Peter pulled out into the traffic and off towards the main road as the gentle lilt of David Gilmour's acoustic guitar gave way to the dark, sombre tones of the verse.

Peter settled in for the drive ahead of him. The conference was scheduled to last for three and a half days, with Peter's presentation being on the morning of the first day. The majority of the delegates were staying at the hotel on the city's outskirts where the conference was being held. Since he had been invited to give one of the presentations, Peter had been surprised to find that the institute had arranged for him to stay in the much grander surroundings of the Metropole Hotel right in the city centre.



Thursday, April 8th 2010 - 2:24pm

"Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day... You fritter and waste the hours in an off-hand wa-a-ay."

Peter was just pulling in to the car park of The Metropole hotel just as 'Time', Peter's favourite track from 'Dark Side of the Moon' came on through the car's speakers.

The M25 had been kind to him and he had stopped off at Toddington services on the M1 for a coffee. That was however when his luck ran out. First of all, only a couple of miles from the service station, there were signs indicating major roadworks ahead and he found himself crawling along for 10 long miles in a contraflow. Then, as the M1 passed Northampton, there was an accident ahead and the resulting 12-mile tailback delayed him even further.

A journey that should have taken three hours had ended up taking more than five. Still, he was here now. He checked in at the reception desk and went to find his room.

His room overlooked the street below which formed part of the city's tram network. Peter watched as one of the sleek new trams glided past on its way out of the city. It was a nicely appointed space - there were the usual things one found in a hotel room, namely a spacious double bed, TV, tea and coffee making facilities, the ubiquitous Corby trouser press and plenty of wardrobe space. But there was also a couple of comfy looking chairs set alongside a low table and a decent sized desk. Peter immediately set up his laptop, logged in to the hotel's free wi-fi to check his email and then spent the rest of the afternoon putting the finishing touches to his presentation.



Thursday, April 8th 2010 - 7:21pm

Lindi had had a hard day and was looking forward to a nice long soak in the bath. Just as she was dipping her toe into the water however, her phone rang in the living room. Naked, she padded into the room and picked up the phone. The display showed Peter's mobile number - had it been anyone else calling, she'd have simply let it go straight to voicemail.

"Hi P!" She said brightly as she sat down in an armchair.

"Hi Lin, I just thought I'd better ring and let you know I got here in one piece." Peter said on the other end of the line, "The traffic was appalling on the M1 though."

"Never mind, as long as you got there safely, that's the important thing." Lindi said, "Got any plans for the evening?"

"If by that you are implying that I should go out and try and pick up a nice young lady I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you there." Peter said with a hint of regret to his voice, "I've been invited by some of the senior members staying here down to the bar for drinks later on. It'll be soul-crushingly dull of course, but one should never let a decent networking opportunity slip by."

"Well, rather you than me!" Lindi said.

"What about you? What have you got on at the moment?" Peter asked.

"Well, nothing at the moment." Lindi said, referring to the fact that she was currently naked.

"Quiet night in huh?" Peter said, obviously not picking up on the subtle undertone of Lindi's previous remark.

"Something like that." Lindi said, "A nice long soak, a glass of wine..."

A nice long session with my 'plastic friend', Lindi thought but left that notion unsaid.

"...Maybe pop in a DVD later." She said instead.

"Well, given the choice between that and networking with Geoff, Gareth and Roger I know what I'd rather be doing." Peter said.

"Well, just try not to enjoy yourself too much!" Lindi chuckled, "Anyway, I'd better hang up - my bathwater will be getting cold."

"I'll try not to!" Peter said, "See you soon Lin!"

"Night P, have a lovely evening!" Lindi said.



Thursday, April 8th 2010 - 10:15pm

One of the advantages of living alone is that one has no rules to have to abide by. Within the confines of your own private space you are the master or mistress of your own domain. Nothing is out of bounds or off limits and there is no one to eavesdrop on what you get up to. Which is why, after rising from her bath and toweling herself dry, Lindi saw no point in getting dressed.

She loved being naked in the privacy of her flat and took every opportunity to be so. She cooked nude, ate nude, watched TV nude, even did her housework nude on occasion. 

Lindi longed for a man in her life but she nevertheless wanted to retain her individual liberty.

Did this mean that all she really wanted was not a fulfilling relationship with a man, but just a casual fuck-buddy to have at her beckon-call whenever she had an itch to scratch? And to answer his whenever he needed her?

Did she want a partner to share her life with or just a man to make love to her when it suited her?

If only there was a way to have both, she mused.

Her thoughts suddenly turned to Peter. They had always been close, but just recently she felt closer to him than ever. She admired him for the selfless act of agreeing to be a surrogate father, for submitting himself to a barrage of embarrassing tests and examinations without complaint. Well, not much complaint anyway.

She also admired his courage at coming out to her as a virgin. She knew how hard it had been for him to have done that, if his tears alone were anything to go by. Admitting any perceived weakness was so unnecessarily hard for men, she mused sadly, as if men are in some way emotionally imprisoned by society's expectation for them to be stoical and courageous at all times. And then he had had the courage to bare himself to her appraising gaze, even though it was without her invitation at the time. And then he had shown just how much trust he had in her to ask her to be present during his first sexual encounter.

And then there was the changing room the other night.

There was a definite 'moment' between them as they stood nude before each other. Lindi could not deny that. She had been about to touch him. Touch his penis... his firm, warm and massively erect penis.

Lindi felt a corresponding warmth begin to swell within her loins.

Peter surely must've known that she had intended to touch him - he hadn't forced her hand away from him. But then he hadn't invited her to touch him either. Did that mean he wanted it or not? The door slamming put paid to that from going any further so she would never know for certain. 

More to the point, why did she take it upon herself to try to molest him without asking?

She had always lived by the mantra that one should always do unto others as you wish others to do unto yourself. She wouldn't have liked it if Peter had tried to touch her without asking.

Unless...

Unless there really was more to their relationship than 'just good friends'.

No, that notion was crazy, Lindi dismissed. Sure, their friendship was developing towards being more comfortable with being naked in each other's company and being able to talk openly about sex together. But that didn't mean that their relationship inevitably had to develop into a sexual relationship.

But then, he had been having an erection at the time.

Lindi dismissed that thought immediately as well and concluded that the only reason he was erect was because of nerves. Or embarrassment, or any of the other reasons a man might become engorged that aren't in any way due to arousal.

Arrggghh!! Men! Why do they have to be so confusing??? 

Lindi needed an outlet. An outlet that currently resided in her bedroom chest of drawers.

She was a woman who prided herself on being organised. The desk where she worked most evenings to mark her students work and write up new lesson plans was kept meticulously tidy - everything had its place. Her pens, paperclips, rubber bands and other items of stationery were always kept in a desk tidy on the right hand side of the desk where they could be easily reached. Her stapler was always to be found on the left and there was always a space kept clear directly in front of her for her laptop.

Her kitchen was fastidiously organised too, as was her wardrobe. And the chest of drawers in her bedroom was no exception.

The bottom drawer was always reserved for sweaters. The next drawer up was where she kept all of her T-shirts, shorts and short skirts. Above that was the drawer in which she kept all her socks, tights and stockings. The next two drawers up were reserved for her lingerie - bras and stocking suspenders in the lower of the two drawers, knickers and panties in the upper one. The top level of the chest of drawers was divided into two smaller drawers, both of which were lockable - on the left was where she kept her jewellery and other things such as handkerchiefs and her most expensive perfumes. On the right was where she kept her toys.

Over the years, Lindi had procured a collection of different sex toys. In her most private of storage places she had several different dildos of varying sizes and realism, vibrators in a variety of diameters and colours and several butt-plugs for when she fancied a little anal stimulation. Pride of place in her collection however, where her Rabbits.

The Rabbit vibrator had been a revelation to her - it provided both vaginal and clitoral stimulation at the same time, something that no man had ever been able to do for her by using his penis alone. It also delivered the most intense orgasms she had ever experienced and was perfect for when she had a need to get something out of her system.

As she did now - the thoughts she had about Peter disturbed her somewhat. It wasn't that she found the thought of her best friend and herself engaging in a sexual relationship particularly off-putting. It was rather that she felt that if things were allowed to progress in that direction it might jeopardise the relationship she already enjoyed with him. He was her confidant, her sounding-board to brainstorm and share ideas with, her yardstick by which she compared all other men to, her comrade, her partner in crime, her fellow roller coaster and horror film enthusiast, her fellow lazy adrenaline junkie. Her go-to guy when she needed advice, her shoulder to cry on in times of sadness. He was the closest thing in this crazy world she had to a brother and she loved him dearly as such, but he was not her lover. And that was how she wanted him to stay. 

And that was why she needed to purge those erotic thoughts from her mind.

So she reached for the Rabbit vibrator she referred to as 'The Flagship of the Fleet' - the largest, most expensive and most versatile vibrator she owned. Also in the drawer was a USB stick that she picked up as well.

She took them back to her living room and took her laptop and placed it on the coffee table before her. She inserted the USB stick into the laptop and located the file she wanted.

It was a video of a young man - a veritable Greek God of a boy, with smooth olive skin, dark curly hair and a pleasingly muscular physique. Lindi clicked the play button and maximised the view so that it occupied the whole screen. It was obviously intended for a gay male audience - after all, the title of the video was 'Hot Twink Christos in Tropical Haven' - but that didn't matter to Lindi. He was a beautiful young man and what he did in the video blew her mind when she had first seen it online a couple of years earlier.

The video began with a scene of the young man in question arriving at a luxurious-looking villa surrounded by dense tropical plants and trees. It was possibly in Hawaii or maybe somewhere like Fiji or Tahiti. Wherever it was, it was a beautiful place and it only served to enhance the beauty of the young Greek man in the video. He could not be any older than his early twenties at least, maybe only as old as 18, but one thing was for sure - he was as stunningly beautiful as his surroundings.

Lindi sat back, opened her legs wide and flicked the switch on the Rabbit to its lowest setting. As the video on the screen continued, she gently teased the cleft of her vulva with only the very tip of the vibrator.

The next shot showed young Christos sitting down in a steamer chair on the villa's veranda. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt, leaving it completely open and giving a tantalising glimpse of his masculine frame beneath the layer of light blue cotton. A few moments later, he unbuckled the black leather belt at his waist and unbuttoned the fly of his black denim jeans to reveal that he was wearing a pair of pristinely white briefs underneath. The merest hint of his masculine bulge was shown before the camera panned back to the young man's beautiful face.

It was at this point during the video, upon getting the first close-up view of the boy's face with his gentle smile and his beautiful blue eyes, that Lindi first penetrated herself fully with the Rabbit vibrator. She couldn't help but gasp at this point as the gently vibrating silicon-coated phallus first entered her.

She had watched this video many times since she had first downloaded it onto her USB stick, and pleasuring herself along to it always followed a set routine - slowly at first before ramping up the intensity towards the climax of both the video and her orgasm. And the orgasm it always delivered never failed to sate her desires.

For Lindi, masturbating was always a journey of sorts, the destination being a satisfying orgasm of course. Sometimes the journey was a short hop taken at breakneck speed when she only had time for a quickie, other times, as now, it was the more scenic route. The destination was always the same, but it was the quality of the journey that was the most enjoyable part and served to increase the intensity of her orgasm. The feeling of having her vagina filled, albeit with an artificial penis rather than a real one, took her on the next step of the journey towards satisfying her needs.

On the screen, the Greek adonis shrugged off his blue cotton shirt and for the first time Lindi could see the gorgeous boy's naked chest. There was not a single hair on his chest and his tummy was flat and smooth and she wished that she could transport herself into the video just to run her fingers along his smoothly tanned skin. The boy obviously kept himself in good shape but his frame was not overly muscular. If there was one thing Lindi disliked when it came to men, it was bodybuilders. She had gone out with one once for a few months and it was an experience that turned her off such men forever.

His name was Gavin and he was more concerned with working out and pumping iron and consuming huge quantities of whey protein and popping vitamin pills than he was with paying Lindi enough attention. He was a good lover in the bedroom, she had no complaints there - his penis was a good size, despite the myth that bodybuilders always had tiny dicks - and he was certainly energetic in bed. But it was the sheer vanity of the guy that she disliked most. He spent at least ten minutes every morning just stood in front of the full-length mirror in Lindi's bedroom, completely naked and flexing his muscles and posing, basking in the glow of his self-adoration. Being proud of one's appearance was all very well, but Gavin took it to the extreme.

Christos however, the star of the video, was perfection in Lindi's opinion - if Peter was her moral yardstick, then this young man was surely her visual yardstick! His pectorals were beautifully defined and both were crowned with dark and sensual little masculine nipples surrounded by slightly oval shaped areolae. His tummy was deliciously smooth and flat and Lindi's gaze was always drawn to the dark and mysterious bellybutton at its centre. His arms were muscular but not overly so, and just as smooth and hairless as the rest of his torso.

Lindi clicked the vibrator to the second of its five settings - she gasped and groaned as the artificial phallus began to pulse inside her.

The young man now stood up on the wooden decking of the veranda and took down his black denims. Now Lindi could gaze upon his manly bulge for the first time. Confined as it was within its prison of elastic and stretchy fabric, his manhood nevertheless announced its presence to the viewer with a promise of great things to come.

After several long, lingering shots during which young Christos posed and teased the viewer, the camera panned across his arrestingly beautiful body, lingering especially on his white cotton briefs. The young Greek God then winked and walked away from the camera and off along the veranda, giving a tantalising preview of his beautifully pert bottom within.

The next shot showed the boy in the tropical garden leaning back against a palm tree. He was still dressed in nothing but his clean white briefs. But not for much longer.

He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his briefs and slowly and sensuously, he drew them down his legs. His manhood hidden momentarily as he bent over to remove the final garment that clothed him.

And then he stood up.

"Oh-h-h-h-h-h!!!" Lindi gasped as, for the first time, the true magnificence of the naked boy's body was revealed in its divine entirety. The camera lingered on the nude boy, giving the viewer a moment to fully appraise the masculinity of the video's subject.

His penis was utter perfection to Lindi - it was neither too big nor too small, it was just perfectly proportioned relative to the boy's overall size, just the way she liked it. His glans was hidden beneath the sensual and deliciously sensitive sheath of his foreskin, and his testicles looked deliciously plump and rounded in the protection of his scrotum. His pubic hair shaved beautifully and meticulously, save for a small dark patch of curls at the very base of his penis. To Lindi, he was a Michelangelo sculpture made real.




Two Thousand and Ten Ch. 02



The boy started to stroke his penis for the enjoyment of the viewer, the smile on his gorgeous face displayed that he was getting as much pleasure from displaying himself to the camera as he was giving to the viewer. Before too long, he was solidly and magnificently erect. He paused for a moment and released his penis from his grasp. With his hands by his sides, he stood there for a brief while just letting the viewer gaze upon his erection - his wonderfully smooth and dark pink glans, exposed for the viewer's eyes to feast upon, contrasted beautifully with the boy's olive complexion.

Lindi clicked on to the next setting on her vibrator. For the first time, the Rabbit 'ears' came into play, sending an electric shock of stimulation around the entirety of her being, delivering an intense flash of pleasure to every muscle, sinew and fibre in her body.

"Oooohhhhh... mmmmmmm.... ahhhhhh." Lindi moaned in a state of advanced bliss as the Rabbit ears gripped her clitoris in their sensuously vibrating embrace.

The young adonis resumed his ministrations upon his erection and he smiled at the camera as he pleasured both himself and his viewers. His masturbation continued inexorably towards Lindi's favourite parts of the video.

The screen then faded to black to be replaced moments later by the third and final scene. The Greek boy, Christos, was now shown standing halfway up a ladder facing away from the camera, still naked and still fully and very beautifully erect, and still stroking his penis languidly. He lowered his hands down the ladder for a couple of rungs, pushing his beautifully rounded and wonderfully pert bottom towards the camera. After a few moments, he pushed his penis down towards the ground, turned his head and smiled at the camera. His spread buttocks and soft thighs framed a wonderful rear view of his male genitalia - his tight, hairless scrotum and his proudly erect phallus looked a magnificent sight in the dappled tropical sunshine. Also on clear and open display was the boy's anus - a soft ring of dark muscle that winked at the viewer as the camera moved in for a closeup and he clenched his rectal muscles.

As the camera eventually pulled out again, he turned around, his back to the ladder and reached up with both arms to grab hold of a bar above him, just out of shot. He stepped down a rung on the ladder so that he was stretched out, taking almost all of his weight on his arms. He smiled at the camera once again, his firmly erect penis pointing straight ahead of him, and then... he started to urinate.

This was Lindi's favourite part of the video - she flicked the vibrator to the fourth of its five settings as she watched the young man peeing before her eyes. His urine spurted from the tip of his erection in a long golden arc towards the ground some eight feet below him. The sound of the droplets of urine could clearly be heard splashing on the ground. Lindi cried out in exultation as the vibrator pulsed inside her and the Rabbit ears stimulated her clitoris with increased intensity and speed. 

Watching the young man doing something so normally private in such an open and lewdly erotic manner had a monumentally arousing effect on her. She couldn't explain why exactly - perhaps it was that while a man is urinating there is a certain sense of vulnerability about him that cannot be put into words.

His fountain of urine eventually dwindled to a dribble and he stepped up the ladder once more taking his weight back on to his feet. He grasped his penis again and started pumping his fist along its firm length with renewed gusto. The expression on the boy's face took on a whole new level of bliss as he worked himself to the very zenith of his self-pleasuring.

He could clearly be heard gasping and moaning and groaning as his arousal grew and grew which caused Lindi to echo his sentiments in the real world.

"Ahhh... ooooo... hahhhh... mmmmm..." Lindi expressed in sympathetic response to the visual feast before her.

The Greek boy's gasping and moaning grew louder and louder and his fist pumped harder and faster as he urged himself towards his climax. Lindi flicked the vibrator to its fifth and final setting.

His young fist was a positive blur as he masturbated himself furiously for the enjoyment of the viewer's gaze and the camera closed in, in anticipation of his grand eruption.

When he eventually erupted, Lindi did too.

"HAHHHH!!!! HAHHHH!!! AHHHHH!!!! OOOOO!!! MMMM!!! H-a-a-a-a-h-h-h!!! Ohhhhh.... mmmm.... Yes... Yesss... YESSSS!!! H-a-a-a-a-a-a-h-h-h-h-h-h." Lindi cried out in total orgasmic abandon as the vibrator inside her stimulated her innermost erogenous zones with intense pulsations of ecstasy.

As the boy's semen spurted from his penis towards the camera, his face conveyed an expression of blissful rejoicing as his orgasm consumed him. He released his penis from his grasp, his fingers coated in his emission. He brought them up to his mouth and then, smiling, he licked them clean and savoured the taste of his fresh semen. The camera returned to, and then lingered, on the boy's now spent penis as it gradually drooped and sagged and returned to its normal, flaccid state. A tiny drop of his semen still clung to the tip of his penis as it subsided. The camera returned to the boy's face and he smiled and waved at the camera for one final time and the screen faded to black once more.

Lindi withdrew the throbbing, pulsating plastic phallus from her vagina and switched it off. It glistened in the light with its coating of vaginal secretions as she laid it on the coffee table.

Lindi reclined back on the sofa feeling warmly sated and wonderfully relaxed and rejuvenated. Eventually, she sat up, withdrew the USB stick from her laptop, closed it shut and replaced it on her desk.



Friday, April 9th 2010 - 1:34pm

Peter was in a buoyant mood. His presentation that morning to the delegates of the annual conference of the Royal Institute of Chartered Mechanical Engineers had gone well - much better than he expected - and it had been warmly received with a round of applause at its conclusion. In many ways he was glad that his presentation had been at the start of the conference, as it meant that he could now enjoy the rest of it and to catch up with old colleagues and make new contacts with others in the industry. As he queued for lunch in the hotel's cafeteria, he felt good to be alive - delivering a presentation before an audience of over 200 people was less of an adrenaline rush than he was used to enjoying, but nonetheless it had given him an enjoyable buzz and he had a pleasingly warm feeling inside. Little did he know however, that there would be turmoil ahead.



Friday, April 9th 2010 - 8:47pm

Following his long day at the conference, Peter decided to repair to one of Nottingham's numerous city centre pubs for a few drinks. He settled for a hostelry called The Sheriff's Head, obviously named after Robin Hood's arch-nemesis. There was loud music playing through speakers mounted in the corners of the room and, aside from the usual clientele of the establishment, there was a lively group of American tourists - probably a coach tour - who were obviously in Nottingham because of its connection to Robin Hood, and a quieter party of pensioners who pretty much kept themselves to themselves.

The first time he saw her she was leaning against the bar trying to make herself noticed in order to attract the attention of the bar staff and get served. Peter, buoyed by the rush of confidence he was feeling following his performance that morning and his performance the previous month at Alison and Becky's flat, decided to throw caution to the wind and decided to try his luck. He got up from his table and approached the bar himself, alighting next to her.

"Busy tonight isn't it?" He asked her, raising his voice so that she could hear him over the sound of the music and the American tourists.

"You can say that again!" She replied loudly, "I've been trying to get a drink for ages - do you ever get the feeling like you're invisible sometimes?"

Peter did know that feeling. Being the 'nice guy' often meant being invisible to women - or at least, that was how it made him feel inside. Tonight, Peter had resolved not to be invisible.

"Let me try!" He said loudly to the young woman and then turned his attention to the barman. "Oi mate!!" He called loudly, "Any chance of some service here?!?"

Peter's loud outburst did the trick and the barman made his way towards them.

"Sorry sir," he said, speaking loudly himself to make himself heard over the noise.

"It's not me you need to apologise to - this young lady has been trying to get some service here for ages." Peter said, nodding in the direction of the woman by his side.

"Sorry about that, madam - what can I get you?" The harried barman said.

"I'll have a Bacardi and lime for myself and whatever this man would like." She said loudly. "A little something to say thanks for coming to my assistance!"

"Oh, erm... thank you, I'll have a pint of lager please." Peter said, "Thank you, erm..."

"Stevie," the young woman said, "short for Stephanie, in case you were wondering."

"Peter, erm... not short for anything really!" Peter replied, and then cringed inwardly at his social ineptitude.

"Well, pleased to meet you, Peter. Shall we find a table?" Stevie replied.

"Erm... sure!" Peter said.

Once they had their drinks in hand the pair removed themselves from the crush at the bar and found a table near the window overlooking the street outside where it was at least a little quieter. Peter was amazed that this young woman had responded to his clumsy chat-up skills and actually seemed to want to sit down and chat with him.

She talked about where she grew up and what she was doing in Nottingham. She was slim but without appearing too skinny and she had long and obviously naturally blonde hair that she wore in a long ponytail. On her left cheek was a small mole, a little blemish on an otherwise flawless face. She seemed to have a pleasantly easygoing personality about her and Peter decided almost immediately that he liked this young woman. He hoped the feeling was mutual, judging by her demeanour towards him, he concluded that at least some of it was mutual.

"So you're an engineer then?" Stevie said as she sipped her drink.

"It's pretty dull, I know." Peter replied, "But it pays the bills. How about you?"

"I'm one of those poor and impoverished students." Stevie said.

"Student eh?" Peter remarked, "What are you studying?"

"Molecular biology." Stevie said simply and took another sip from her glass.

"Sounds interesting." Peter replied.

"Trust me," Stevie said before draining her glass, "it isn't! But if it leads to a decent career in the pharmaceutical industry, which is what I'm hoping to do eventually, then it'll all be worthwhile."

"Can I get you another?" Peter said, nodding towards her empty glass.

"Thank you. Yes, I'll have the same again please."

Peter returned to the bar and spent several long minutes trying to attract the barman's attention once again. Things were going well, he thought to himself. This young lady, Stevie, was everything he had dreamed of in a woman - she was tall and slim with a wonderful physique that he hoped he would get to see more of. She was intelligent, seemed to have a good sense of humour and was easy to get along with. Yes, Peter thought to himself, there was definite potential there.



Friday, April 9th 2010 - 11:05pm

Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding!!!

"Time ladies and gentlemen please!!!" The barman called out loudly, indicating that closing time was nigh.

Peter was amazed, Stevie had not only still been where he had left her when he went to the bar, but she remained with him for the rest of the evening. They had shared some laughs, especially at the expense of the American tourists as they tried to figure out that in English pubs one has to fetch one's own drinks rather than be waited on. They talked about everything and nothing - she was especially fascinated about his Pink Floyd tribute band, admitting that she was a bit of a fan of Pink Floyd herself. At one point Peter let it slip about his surrogate father arrangement with Alison and Becky. She seemed to find it both amusing and a little heroic on his part. He declined to fill her in on the exact details, about how he had actually had sex with Alison, the child's intended mother, numerous times in order to get her pregnant rather than the more conventional arrangement of simply donating his sperm. After all, it was unfair for him to divulge such personal information about the lesbian couple.

"Oh well, look's like our fun's come to an end for one evening." Peter said, "Unless you'd like to head on somewhere else. I'm a stranger around here myself but I'm sure you know of plenty of clubs that we could go to."

Stevie laughed.

"What's wrong?" Peter asked.

"Nothing!" Stevie said, "It's just that you aren't exactly dressed for a night out clubbing!"

He was still wearing his grey business suit from earlier in the day.

"How about you take me back to your place instead." She then said levelly but slightly lustily.

"B... back to my place? Are you... are you sure??" Peter stammered in reply.

"Sure!" Stevie said, "I'd love to see the man underneath the suit! Where are you staying?"

"Erm... The Metropole." Peter answered.

"Oooh, classy!" Stevie said with a chuckle, "Well, come on then! What are we waiting for??"



Friday, April 9th 2010 - 11:36pm

Peter inserted his keycard into the lock on the door to his hotel room. His hands were shaking and it was a genuine struggle for him to be able to hold the card steady enough to get it into the slot. After a couple of clumsily aborted attempts he managed to insert his card and with a slight click and a little green LED that illuminated to indicate that access was granted, he opened the door to his room and invited his young female guest inside.

"Hmm... very nice!" Stevie said as she appraised the room, "A helluva lot nicer than my student digs, that's for sure!" She sat herself down on the bed as if testing it for suitability for whatever it was she had in mind.

This girl is remarkably forward, Peter thought to himself as Stevie tried the bed for size, it was almost as if she had only one thing on her mind. He knew that there were women out there that were like that - women that had a sexual appetite that most other women either did not possess or at the very least, were adept at hiding - but never in his wildest dreams did he actually believe he would ever encounter one. On the one hand he thought she was a woman that in the old days would be called an 'easy lay' who would drop her knickers at the first invitation of a good hard cock inside her, but on the other hand, she was probably just blessed with confidence and trust. That was it, Peter mused, she trusted him. She trusted him to be respectful of her, to not take advantage of her or use her for his own gratification. If there were to be any lovemaking this night, it would be something they would do together rather than something he did to her.

He was confident that the alcohol she had consumed had not dulled her senses - they had both only had two drinks each and she seemed as bright and confident as when he had first encountered her.

"Shall I erm... call down for some room service?" Peter said nervously, having never been in this situation before and figuring that to order up some champagne and a couple of glasses was the romantic thing to do.

"Okay." Stevie simply said in return.

Peter sat upon his bed and reached for the phone and called down to reception to order a bottle of champagne and two glasses. He asked for it to be billed to his credit card, as he did not wish for it to show up on his expenses. As soon as he put the phone down, Stevie's lips were suddenly pressed against his own. He opened his mouth to invite her tongue to explore his mouth and in turn, his own tongue began to explore his young guest's mouth. The kiss was long and passionate and it wasn't long before first Stevie's and then Peter's hands began to wander, stroking here and there and caressing each other's still-clothed bodies. Stevie was definitely giving him all the right signals about where she wanted all this to go - Peter's dealings with women may have been limited but he knew that it was the right thing to do to let her take the initiative and not be too overbearing and forceful with her. He was determined to be nothing less than a considerate lover to her. If that was what she wanted him to be - Peter decided that if she changed her mind at any point he would do the honourable thing and call her a cab and say nothing more about it. He didn't want this delicate flower of a girl to have a bad opinion of him.

Several minutes later, just as Peter was removing his jacket, there was a knock at the door. Peter went to answer it and returned a few moments later with an ice bucket containing a bottle of bubbly and two champagne flutes. To his surprise, he found that Stevie had stripped off down to her underwear while his back was turned. She was wearing a beautifully feminine ivory coloured bra with beautifully detailed lace inserts and a matching pair of lace panties that displayed a slight shadow of the girl's pubic hair behind its veil of lace, giving Peter a tantalising preview of her feminine delights to come.

"You don't mind if I make myself comfortable do you?" She asked as she stood before him clad only in her lingerie.

"Not at all!" Peter replied with a wide smile, "I didn't know the scenery in Nottinghamshire was so beautiful."

Stevie smiled at his remark.

"Care to join me?" She asked.

"Don't mind if I do!" Peter replied and immediately began undressing himself.

Peter's rather mundane blue boxer shorts were a stark contrast to Stevie's revealing ivory coloured lace knickers, and Peter felt that in some way he was short-changing her at giving her a glimpse of things to come. Once they were both clad in nothing more than their underwear, Peter uncorked the champagne with a resounding pop and dispensed two glasses of the golden sparkling wine. They raised a small toast to each other, took a sip each, and then their kissing resumed with gusto.



Friday, April 9th 2010 - 11:40pm

Lindi had been at it for hours - she always hated marking student's work. It wasn't that she didn't find any satisfaction from appraising their work; it was just the monotony of having to read dozens of assignments, all about the same subject or topic of discussion. Tonight it was 'The Great Fire of London'. She glanced at her clock and noted that it was getting late. Deciding that she had done enough work for one night, she opened up her laptop to see if her online dating profile had attracted any new potential suitors. She had been pretty disappointed thus far - the only responses that she had found potentially interesting had all been from men who lived hundreds of miles away and the last thing she wanted was a long-distance relationship. The responses closer to home were all either creepy weirdos or men who simply didn't look attractive enough to her.

Her eyes alighted on the profile of a man called Clive_1978, the photo depicted a kindly looking but handsome man and his profile outlined his interests as including horse riding, roller coasters, Hitchcock films and reading the works of Sir Arthur Conan-Doyle and Charles Dickens. He even had a degree in medieval European history. But best of all, it displayed his location as Swanford, only seven miles inland from Westborough-on-sea in the heart of the Sussex Downs. He was in short, absolutely perfect. Or at least, as near perfect as she had come across thus far.




Two Thousand and Ten Ch. 02



She decided there and then to PM him and see if he would be interested in meeting her for a drink.



Friday, April 9th 2010 - 11:57pm

"I don't know about you," Stevie said as she broke off from yet another passionate kiss, "but I could do with freshening up. Would this room have a shower by any chance?"

Peter got up and walked over to the bathroom door and peeked inside, pretending to investigate.

"Why, yes it does!" He remarked with a grin.

"Is it... big enough for two?" Stevie said with a glint in her eye that signaled that there was more than simply 'freshening up' on her agenda.

Peter pretended to check the size of the shower cubicle.

"Indeed it is!" He said eventually.

"Good, because I can never reach to scrub my back properly." Stevie said a little lustily.

"Is that so?" Peter replied, "Would you mind if I offer you my services as your personal back-scrubber?"

Stevie pretended to weigh up Peter's offer.

"Hmm..." She mused falsely, "Only if you promise to be good and avert your eyes from my nakedness."

"I... don't think I could ever uphold such a promise - it would take a man with far greater resolve than I not to want to witness your beautiful nude body with his own eyes." Peter said, hoping he was saying the right things, "Would it help if I were naked also?"

Again, Stevie pretended to think it over.

"Okay then," she said, "but I want you to reveal yourself first. Take your pants off, I want to see what you have got for me to play with."

Peter, his heart pounding in his chest, was at that moment that every man both dreams of and dreads with equal measure: allowing a woman to see his penis for the first time. With Lindi it had been different - she was his best friend, in his mind she didn't count. So too with Alison - she was after all a lesbian, and a man's penis simply didn't have the same attraction to her. That and the fact that on that occasion the sex was purely 'business' in order to get her pregnant. This was different, this was potentially Peter's first ever experience of recreational sex and he didn't want her to laugh at his penis as had happened to him in the past.

Nervously, he drew down his boxers and revealed himself to her totally. He felt himself wince, in preparation for the onslaught of ridiculing laughter that he feared would come, but there was none forthcoming.

"Ohhh Peter - your dick is beautiful!" Stevie gasped, momentarily coming out of character.

He just stood there in disbelief for a few moments. Beautiful? Over the years he had seen many an online video and read many a discussion forum on the subject of female appreciation of the male member but they always seemed to agree that, by and large, a man's penis was not a beautiful thing. Not necessarily ugly as such, just not beautiful in the same way that a man would find a woman's naked vulva to be beautiful. Certainly, they appreciated a man's penis for the pleasure it could deliver them - that it was beautiful in function but not in form - and that for most women the man it was attached to was a more important factor than the thing that dangled limply between his legs, or at least that seemed to be the general consensus of opinion. It was just that for everything that was positive about what women felt of penises in general, the haunting recollection of that one experience he had had with that size queen Kelly brought his confidence crashing down to earth with a bang. So for this young woman not to smirk or giggle or show any kind of negative first impression, and in fact to actually appreciate his manhood as being 'beautiful', made his heart soar like a condor riding a thermal in the high Andes.

"B... beautiful?" Peter said in disbelief.

Stevie got up from the bed and slinkily walked over to where he stood totally naked. She stopped in front of him, draped her left hand on his shoulder and gently caressed his manhood with her other hand, stroking his penis and cupping his testicles.

"I meant what I said." Stevie spoke levelly and honestly, "It's beautiful - I can't wait to feel it inside me." Her eyes widened as she felt him begin to engorge in her hand, his dormant member beginning to wake from its slumber. She caressed him and cradled his testes until he was as firmly erect as he could be. Under the circumstances it took nought but a few moments to bring him to a state of full and total arousal.

She then broke contact with him and took a step back.

"All in good time." She said nodding to his erection, "I believe you promised to wash my back first!"

Peter smiled and went into the bathroom and turned on the shower, his erect penis pointing the way. He turned and watched the lithe young woman in his presence reach behind her back and unhook her bra. As it fell to the floor he gazed at her breasts for the first time. They were beautifully symmetrical, nicely rounded and appeared to be as softly smooth as the petals of a rose. They were each crowned with a beautifully erect nipple that just begged to be suckled on and were surrounded by large, dark areolae. Peter had long ago reached the conclusion that a woman's nipples were by far his favourite aspect of a woman's anatomy. To him they were nurturers - to deliver life-giving nourishment to a hungry infant. He loved the sight of a woman breastfeeding, not in any kind of erotic context, for Peter it was more an appreciation of the wonder of femininity.

In some ways he felt a little jealous of a woman's role in the reproduction of the species. He thought of Alison, possibly pregnant with his child at that moment. Biologically speaking, he had already served his purpose - he had implanted his seed and fertilised her, hopefully, and as far as the actual exchange of genetic information was concerned, there was no further need for him in the process. It was simply an expression of nature that a male's total contribution to the continuation of the human strain was by and large over in the blink of an eye: a squirt of semen, a delivery of a teaspoon of ejaculate. A single sperm cell was all that was needed from him. For a woman it was different - for nine whole months she would feel a new life growing inside her, getting larger and stronger with every passing day, every hour, every minute as cells divided and divided again, gradually growing from a mere zygote into an embryo, then into a foetus and finally into a baby. She would have that physical connection to her child that no man can ever experience.

Of course, Peter knew that pregnancy took its toll on a woman's body and that it was not without risks, and of course he knew how painful childbirth was - something that women never let men forget about. He wondered if it was right to think that the pain of childbirth was a fair price for women to have to pay for having the connection to a child that men could never possess - for a lot of men the pain was of a different kind, of seeing his partner in the throes of agonising pain and being helpless to do anything about it. And of course, in the heat of the moment, actually being blamed for it. 

Peter was brought back sharply to reality as Stevie sensually slipped her panties down. Peter's penis, already firmly and massively erect, throbbed suddenly at the arresting sight of the totally naked young woman. At the very nexus of her long, beautiful and shapely legs was a light thatch of pubic hair. It was obviously trimmed so as not to dominate her groin and of course so that none of it peeked out from her underwear. But what there was of it disguised what lay within and Peter couldn't wait to discover its hidden delights and plumb her depths with his pillar of masculinity.

She simply strode past him and stepped into the shower. Instantly, her hair flattened as she stepped under the steamy deluge and Peter looked on in awe as the water ran over her body, caressing every inch of her naked skin - over her shoulders, down her back, between her soft and firm buttocks, down her legs to her feet and then down into the drain. Peter's heart was racing faster than an Olympic sprint champion, faster than a thoroughbred racehorse, faster even than a cheetah hunting down its prey on the open savannah.

She looked over her shoulder at him, silently inviting him to join her.

Peter stepped into the shower himself and picked up a small bottle of the hotel's complimentary shower gel and deposited some into his cupped hand. He rubbed his hands together to form a decent lather and then set about soaping the young woman up from her head to her toes. He lovingly washed every inch of her back - his hands stroked her neck, his fingers traced either side of her spine. And then he caressed her soft and beautifully supple buttocks. All the while she sighed softly and murmured in appreciation of Peter's wandering hands. As he knelt down to wash her thighs and her legs he took a brief, tantalising glance at the soft lips of her vulva from behind in the slight gap between her legs.

Rising to his feet once more, Peter put some more of the shower gel into his palm and, pressing himself up against her back, set about washing her front. As his hands soaped up her breasts and her firm bullet-like nipples, his erection was pressed into the small of her back. Lustily, he allowed his engorgement to slide around, lubricated by the soft suds. Eventually, just as his hands gradually stroked further and further down across her flat tummy and down into that hypnotically mysterious thatch of pubic hair, his penis slid neatly into the cleft between her soft buttocks. At the same moment, his fingers parted her nether lips slightly, allowing them to access her inner sanctum for just a fleeting moment. He kissed her lovingly on the nape of her neck as he did so and with delight he felt her stiffen as he found and then very gently pinched her clitoris between his fingers.

"Hahhhhh!!!" Stevie gasped as she felt her beau squeezing her most sensitive part between his manly fingers. She marveled at how powerful he was and yet so lovingly gentle.

His fingers began to circle the tiny little bud and his penis continued to slide up and down between her cheeks. And then he allowed his fingers to slip up inside her. She gasped and moaned and murmured as Peter plumbed the depths of both her body and her soul.

Peter had never felt the inside of a woman's vagina - not with his hands at least - his fingers could only penetrate her a few inches but what he felt as he delved inside her felt warm, soft and powerfully muscular at the same time. With a shock of surprise he felt her vaginal muscles clench a little, as if gripping hold of his fingers, begging him to delve deeper and deeper. But Peter would force her to wait a while longer.

He slipped his fingers out from her and removed his erection from between her buttocks. He kissed her once more at the nape of her neck and said,

"Is that clean enough for you?"

"Ohhh Peter, you are obviously a man who takes his work very seriously!" Stevie sighed, "I don't think I've ever felt cleaner than I do now!"

Peter smiled and kissed her once more.

"I think it's only fair to show my gratitude in kind." She said, "Turn around, and step under the water."

They swapped places and Stevie covered Peter in a soft lather of fragrantly sweet smelling suds. She covered every inch of him but saved his penis for last. As her fingers closed around his shaft, Peter felt a lump in his throat and his heart pumping furiously. He felt as though he was about to pass out from the overload of emotions and physical stimulation he was experiencing. But he needn't have worried, he didn't know it but he was made of sterner stuff than that.

He felt the young woman pull his foreskin as far back as it would go, straining his frenulum a little. Her fingers delicately traced around his coronal ridge - the most sensitive spot of his most sensitive organ - and he gasped and felt his penis stiffen to the point that it almost felt as if the taut skin on his shaft would split open from the strain of containing his raging arousal.

Her other hand caressed the soft, downy hair on his chest and eventually found his nipples. She traced around them with her fingers, teasing them softly and lovingly. All the while she stroked his engorged penis, coaxing him to deliver an ejaculation for her. Her free hand went from his chest, along his left flank and then down between his buttocks.

With a sudden shock of surprise and arousal, he felt her finger probe at his anus. Within moments she had penetrated his rectal cavity and proceeded to search out his prostate. As soon as she located the small walnut-sized gland she twitched her finger against it, as if literally beckoning to it to surrender the precious fluid that now welled up inside Peter's reproductive tract.

"Unngggghhhh!!!! Hahhhahhhahh!!!! Mmmfffff!!!" Peter gasped and groaned through gritted teeth as she brought him closer and closer to the precipice of male orgasmic inevitability.

In men, there comes a point whereupon there is nothing that will prevent him from ejaculating - a definite point of no return. A point at which he must surrender himself to the inevitable. A point at which no intervention can ever prevent him from spilling his seed. Nothing can stop it. Nothing. 

A famous Scottish comedian once commented on the subject of the Catholic church's recommended 'withdrawal method' of contraception, saying:

"Upon reaching the point of ejaculation, withdraw. Oh yeah?!? Let me tell you this Father - at the point of ejaculation, there isn't a herd of wild horses that could have the strength to make my arse go in the other direction!!"

Peter was at that point right now - the internal chain-reaction that had been triggered would imminently result in him spewing forth his precious essence. He would feel a brief flash of orgasmic bliss and then, in but the merest fleeting of moments, it would be over. So sweet but yet so short.

"Ohhh!!! Hahh!! Hahhh!!! Hahhhh!!!! Mmmmm!!! Mmmffff!!! Ungghhhh!!! Hahh!!!" Peter shook and gasped and grunted as his orgasm was delivered to him by Stevie's hands. Suddenly, his semen erupted forth in an explosive gush of ecstatic pleasure. His cum splattered against the tiled wall of the shower cubicle and dribbled down its glazed white surface.

Stevie released her grip on Peter's penis and removed her finger from his anus, leaving him gasping for breath and his penis pulsating as the warm water rained down on him. He placed both hands against the wall to steady himself and he regarded the sight of his sperm-laden ejaculation gradually running down the wall. After catching his breath for a moment or two he turned around and took Stevie in a warm, wet and slippery embrace.

"Thank you, my sweet." He said softly, "That was wonderful."

And he kissed her once more.



Saturday, April 10th 2010 - 00:01am 

In Westborough-on-sea, Lindi sat alone and naked in her living room absent-mindedly flipping through the TV channels, trying to find something worth watching. The initial thrill of writing a message to Clive_1978 by now just a memory, she had settled in to try and find a decent horror movie to watch. But it was never the same without Peter by her side. She sighed heavily and loudly, she knew she should go to bed but she wasn't tired enough yet. She could always go into her bedroom and find one of her toys to play with, but she simply wasn't in the mood. She was bored, but too wired for bed. It didn't matter that much that she was still up at that hour - after all, there was no school to get up for - and she always used to stay up late with Peter on Friday nights anyway and catch the midnight movie on FrighTV - their favourite horror movie channel.

She wondered what her friend was up to at that moment. Perhaps she should ring him, she thought to herself and then dismissed the idea - he probably needed an early start for the second day of his conference. He was probably as bored as she but most likely would already have turned in for the night and it would be unfair to wake him just because she was bored.

She instead went to her kitchen, heated up a mug of soup and returned to the living room to watch a DVD.

Bored, bored, bored!



Saturday, April 10th 2010 - 00:35am

A very naked Peter and his equally naked companion Stevie writhed together on his bed in a passionate embrace. Their tongues entwined in a long and sensuous kiss, their hands exploring each other's most sensitive and intimate parts. They had toweled each other off after getting out of the shower but they were still a little damp. But neither of them cared - they were simply enjoying the moment. 

After some time, Stevie rolled over onto her back and parted her legs widely in invitation for Peter to mount her.

"I want you inside me Peter, I want to feel your dick thrusting and pumping away inside my cunt!!" Stevie gasped, a desperate need for penetration having taken over her.

Peter was happy to oblige.

He positioned himself to penetrate the young woman who laid supine on his bed with her legs wide apart, her labia gaping open to reveal the warm pink moistness within her and glistening with her secretions of arousal. His erect member dripping and drooling with precum like some kind of salivating beast, ready and willing to do its master's bidding. The tip of his penis was little more than an inch from entering her.

But there was a problem.

"Shit!" Peter exclaimed and rose up and flopped back onto the bed beside Stevie's naked body.

"What's wrong baby?" Stevie said in confusion as to why Peter had so suddenly stopped dead in his tracks.

"I haven't got any condoms." Peter said in frustration.

"Well, that's okay." Stevie said, "I'm on the pill anyway. And I'm sure you're pretty clean 'down there', you won't give me anything nasty."

Peter paused, weighing things up for a moment and wondering if it was wise to go any further.

"Now c'mon... fuck me already!!" Stevie growled playfully.

Peter at that point resolved to let his penis do the talking.

He quickly repositioned himself between her legs and in one movement he penetrated her, causing her to yelp and gasp as she took his weight on her. Peter started thrusting away inside her with soft and gentle strokes. Her earlier handjob in the shower had intended to have the effect of ensuring that Peter wouldn't cum too soon, it had been her intention all along to do this - plus she had another trick up her sleeve to make sure he didn't peak too soon before she got a chance to reach orgasm herself.

Peter was in a whirlwind of pleasure, this young woman drove him crazy with a feeling of ardour that he never knew he had in him. He knew he ought to be gentle with her, but she had an expression on her face that urged him to give himself to her as forcefully as he could.

"Ohhh!! Hahhh!! Hahhh!! Ohh come on Peter! Fuck me hard baby-y-y!!" Stevie gasped and groaned in encouragement, "Fuck my pussy hard!! Give me everything you got!!" 

Peter didn't want to be rough with her however, so he simply continued as he had started.

"Ohhh! Mmmmfff!!! C'mon baby, fuck me harder!! Fuck me from behind!!" Stevie implored lustily.

It was obvious now to Peter that his lovemaking was falling short of Stevie's expectations. He wanted what every man who makes love to a woman wanted: he wanted to satisfy her. So he dutifully complied and withdrew himself from her and then repositioned while Stevie got onto her hands and knees. Once positioned behind her, he shuffled himself forward, parted the girl's buttocks and positioned the tip of his penis at the entrance to her vagina. In one swift movement he pushed himself forwards as forcefully as he could. Immediately after penetrating her he picked up the pace and thrust himself into her with increased abandon, putting her needs above his own.




Two Thousand and Ten Ch. 03



Author's note: 

Welcome to the third chapter of Two Thousand and Ten - the tale of a year in the life of two friends from a seaside town in southern England. I would like to take this opportunity to point out that the following chapter is purely a work of fiction, my character names are chosen totally at random, and no resemblance to any person (living or dead), or any company/organisation, is intended and entirely coincidental. All characters are over 18 years of age. Please also remember that the author wishes to retain the right to use artistic licence whenever he wishes! 

Hope you enjoy chapter three! 

Two Thousand and Ten 

Chapter Three - May and June 

Saturday May 1st 2010 - 9:04am 

Peter lay on his bed in his cell, unsure of why his life had gone so terribly wrong in the last few weeks. At the back of his mind were the horror stories one often hears about men being attacked or raped in prison - with sex offenders, somewhat ironically, being most at risk. So far he hadn't experienced any threat to his personal safety, but the fear of being attacked or sexually assaulted was his constant companion. He knew his nerves were in tatters - the constant noise of the prison environment only serving to add to the mental torture of incarceration. Prisons are, for those who have never been inside such institutions, pretty noisy places. Not only is there the constant sound of conversation, often of the shouting and swearing variety, there is also the noise of hard shoes walking on hard floors and echoing off hard walls and ceilings to contend with. And then of course there were the alarms, and the lockdowns, and the banging of cell doors, and the barked orders of the prison officers. Peter's nerves were hanging by a thread like the sword of Damocles, and he was unsure as to whether or not he had the mental reserves to endure much more. 

Though he was by no means a religious man, he found his meetings with the prison chaplain to be one of his only sources of real comfort. That, and the occasional visit and phone call from Lindi. At her last visit the day before, she had told him of her efforts to track down the young woman who had accused him of raping her. There was still no news on that front but she, and Alison - the lesbian who was carrying Peter's child as part of his agreement to be a surrogate father - would not be giving up anytime soon. 

He thanked her profusely for her efforts thus far but as each day passed he felt an increasing sense of resignation that she would never be found. At least not until she resurfaced at his trial, when the odds against him as the accused would be heavily stacked towards him being convicted and possibly spending the next twelve years at least, being held at Her Majesty's Pleasure. And then of course there would be the label that came attached with his alleged crime - he would most likely be a registered sex offender for life. And for what? For simply being rough with her during sex - something she had urged him to be. 

His whole life had been fucked by the actions of one selfishly vindictive woman. He had considered taking his own life on several occasions since being imprisoned within the austere walls of HMP Nottingham, he felt he had reached a point where only his anger was keeping him going. Those dark thoughts only ever lasted a fleeting few seconds but, Peter reflected darkly, they seemed to be becoming disturbingly frequent. 

Monday, May 3rd 2010 - 12:09pm 

Lindi had made sure to vary her observation post so as not to attract too much attention. Today she was sitting under a tree about fifty yards or so from the entrance to the Nightingale Halls of Residence where Stevie Williams, Peter's accuser, was reported to reside. There had still been no sign of the young woman, or of any woman who closely resembled Peter's description of the woman he had sex with in his hotel room and who then subsequently accused him of raping her. Her efforts of tracking her down had thus far proved fruitless. But this weekend might be different. 

For those unfamiliar with life in the United Kingdom, the first Monday in May is what's known as a Bank Holiday. More specifically, the May Day Bank Holiday. Bank Holidays were, as their name suggests, traditionally days when bank workers and those employed in other financial professions took a day off work. Since very few other businesses could function without access to the banking profession, they too took the day off also. Factories, mills, shops, offices and all but the most essential of public services, took the day off work and Bank Holidays became full Public Holidays. And it was because of this fact that today was a public holiday, that Lindi had reinforcements. 

Not only had her new boyfriend Clive joined her, but both Alison and her partner Becky had come along too. And the four of them had decided upon a new tactic to intercept the girl. Lindi and Clive were masquerading as a couple sitting down under a tree whilst Alison and Becky, a short distance away but in a more prominent position, sat on a bench ready and waiting to tail the girl should she show up. The four of them remained in contact with each other via a cheap set of walkie-talkies that Lindi had purchased especially for this most concerted of efforts yet to track down and intercept the elusive Miss Williams. 

The waiting continued... 

Monday, May 3rd 2010 - 2:34pm 

It may have been a public holiday in the outside world, but within the walls of Her Majesty's Prison Nottingham, the routine continued just as it did on any normal day. Today it was time for a part of the prison routine that Peter dreaded - shower time. 

Every few days he and the rest of the inmates on his floor of the remand wing, had to file out to the ablutions building located a short distance from the remand centre itself where they were to use the communal showers and receive a freshly laundered set of clothes for the next few days of their incarceration. Peter was no stranger to communal showers - he took showers after PE lessons at school and at the gym he used to visit before his knee injury curtailed his exercise regimen. But those changing rooms had always had a sense of masculine camaraderie about them. It was an opportunity for men to be men with other men away from the gaze of women - a private space where men would sit and chat with each other following a satisfying workout and then repair to the showers for an invigorating deluge of hot water. Peter had no real problem with the social nudity aspect of communal showers, he was confident in his own body despite his lack of success with women, but the communal showers of the prison held an air of menace about them. The old 'don't drop the soap' phenomenon. 

Peter and his group of inmates dutifully stripped naked and padded from the changing area along a short corridor to the showers. Standing under the deluge of water was both a soothing and at the same time unnerving thing. One of the inmates that he had been warned about, a tattooed mountain of a man known only to him as Jenks, was apparently renowned for taking advantage of other inmates for his own sexual gratification. Or so Peter had been led to believe by some of his fellow inmates. 

Thus far Peter had avoided showering next to the man, although he had noticed him winking at him on several occasions from the other side of the room. Today though, Peter's luck ran out and he found himself being approached by Jenks as he came and stood under the showerhead next to the one Peter was using. 

"Always nice to see a new cutie on the wing!" Jenks said menacingly, "You know I'd just love to get to know that nice arse of yours a little better." 

Peter decided to ignore the man - a tactic that could either work or backfire spectacularly. 

"The strong silent type are we?" Jenks remarked after a few moments of Peter's silence. 

"Leave 'im alone Jenks, yer filthy fucker!" Another of Peter's fellow inmates interjected - a petty criminal called Jackson who had spent half his adult life behind bars in a succession of different prisons. 

"The fuck's your problem??" Jenks retorted aggressively. 

The two men then engaged in an angry exchange, which threatened to turn violent. Peter used the opportunity to beat a hasty retreat - it had been the closest call yet. He resolved to thank Jackson for stepping in - he decided to use some of his money to buy the man some cigarettes, the unofficial currency inside, by way of thanks. 

Monday, May 3rd 2010 - 5:43pm 

In an attempt to arouse less suspicion, Lindi and Clive had swapped positions with Alison and Becky - a tactic that meant abandoning their posts for a few moments, but it was imperative not to arouse the suspicion of the campus security. They had been lucky so far, but there was a real feeling that their luck might run out at any moment. 

"Alison calling Lindi - can you hear me? Over." Alison's voice crackled over the cheap walkie-talkie. 

"Go ahead Alison." Lindi replied over the airwaves. 

"Eyeball! We have eyeball! Target sighted, over." 

"You sure? You're really sure it's her??" Lindi exclaimed excitedly. 

"Roger, one blonde haired female exiting halls of residence with mole on left cheek. She is approaching your position. Over." 

"I see her!" Lindi said as she caught sight of the young woman as she came around the corner, "Thanks for your help girls, we'll take it from here!" 

"Good luck you two." Alison said, "Let's hope she's the one! Over." 

Instead of their luck running out, it appeared that their luck had changed! Lindi and Clive rose from the bench as the young woman walked towards them. She was an exact match for Peter's description - blonde haired, blue eyes and with a distinctive mole on her left cheek. With her heart in her mouth Lindi caught up with her. 

"Excuse me, is your name Stevie Williams?" Lindi asked. 

"Yes, who's asking?" The young woman replied. 

"My name is Lindi. I'm a friend of Peter." 

"Peter who?" Stevie replied. 

"Peter Swanmore. You know, the poor guy who is currently in prison because you said he raped you." 

"I have nothing to say to you!" The young woman spat in reply and stormed off. 

"Stevie listen to me!" Lindi called as she and Clive sped up and caught up to her, "All I want is to hear your side of the story, that's all. Is there somewhere we can go to talk about this? I promise you, all we want is to hear the truth about what happened." 

Stevie stopped, sighed heavily and then turned to face Lindi and Clive. 

"Fine. Whatever." She said eventually, "Just with you though, I'm not saying anything with him present!" 

"I'll um... go and wait with the others." Clive said, and with a peck on Lindi's cheek he went off to find Alison and Becky. 

"There's a little coffee place around the corner. We can go there." Stevie replied, "But I'm telling you now, I'm not going to change my story." 

"All I want to know is what really happened." Lindi said, "Peter is my oldest and dearest friend - I owe it to him to hear both sides of the story. I simply cannot believe that he would do... you know... the thing you have accused him of." 

"Yeah, well it shows how well you know him then, doesn't it!" Stevie replied. 

Monday, May 3rd 2010 - 6:01pm 

Campus Coffee had been serving the students of Nottingham University for several years and had become one of the student population's favourite hangouts. Lindi supposed that Stevie had chosen it because it was a 'safe' place, where she would be amongst familiar surroundings. Lindi knew that she had to tread VERY carefully - this meeting could make the difference between Peter being cleared and potentially spending the next 12 years of his life behind bars. 

While she queued for coffee as Stevie sat at a table, Lindi took out her phone and, as discreetly as she could, she flicked on its voice recorder and then popped it into the breast pocket of her blouse. She hoped this would work. With a deep breath she took the two cups of coffee - an Americano for herself and a Latte for Stevie - and went across and sat opposite the young woman. 

"Now then." Lindi began, setting the coffee down on the table, "I just want you to start from the beginning." 

Stevie sighed, took a sip of coffee and set her cup down on the table before her. 

"I wasn't looking to have sex or anything that night." She began, "I had gone out with a few friends - a couple of girls in the same halls as me - but we got separated. They found a couple of guys and then just like, abandoned me in this pub." 

"What pub would that be?" Lindi asked - she knew that she had to cover all the bases so as to provide the best possible evidence. 

"The Sherriff's Head." Stevie said, "It's near the city centre." 

"They sound like really good friends if you don't mind my saying so. To just abandon you like that." Lindi said as she took a sip of her coffee. 

"Yeah well..." Stevie said, "Anyway, they just buggered off with these two guys and I was left alone in this pub. Well, not alone exactly - the place was heaving." 

"What happened then?" Lindi prompted. 

"Well, I kind of resigned myself to the fact that I would be going home on my own and so I decided to have the one drink and then head home. Except that it was so busy I was having difficulty getting served." Stevie said, "And then this guy sidles up to me and offers to help me out." 

"That would be Peter, I assume." Lindi said. 

"Yes. He managed to get the barman's attention for me, so to say thank you I bought him a pint." Stevie said, "I'm an impoverished student but it seemed like the polite thing to do. Anyway, I decided I quite liked him and so we went off to find a table. We sat and chatted and the guy, Peter, kept on buying me drinks the whole evening." 

"How many had you had?" Lindi asked. 

"I don't know - I kind of lost count after six." Stevie said. 

Lindi's heart skipped a beat - she knew this was a lie. Peter had said that they only had two drinks each in the pub - one of which was the one Stevie had paid for - and there was another factor to add weight to this. Peter, for as long as Lindi had known him - which is to say, most of her life - had always paid for drinks on his credit card. Whilst in prison, Peter had made a few phone calls to his credit card company and the resulting statement revealed that Peter had only paid for one round of drinks that evening. 

"You lost count?" Lindi asked. 

"I should've realised that he was deliberately getting me drunk." Stevie said, starting to get a little tearful, "We stayed in the pub until closing time. I told him I just wanted to go home but he insisted we go back to his room for a 'nightcap' as he called it." 

"So I'm guessing you went with him." Lindi said. 

"I didn't really have much say in the matter - I could barely walk!" Stevie said, her tears starting to show in the corner of her eyes. 

Damn, this girl is a good actress! Lindi thought to herself. 

"You could barely walk?" Lindi asked, seeking confirmation for her recording. 

"He almost had to carry me." Stevie said, "Anyway, he walked me to his hotel and took me up to his room. As soon as we got there he ordered some champagne - presumably to get me even more pissed than I already was in order to be doubly sure I was incoherent enough to not be able to defend myself." 

"So he dragged you to his hotel room and plied you with champagne. Then what?" Lindi asked. 

"He... he... undressed me - I mean he practically tore my clothes off. He was like an animal!" Stevie said, beginning to sob, "He forced me down onto the bed - it was then that I knew he was going to rape me - that and the fact that he started pulling his trousers and pants down. I said to him to at least wear a condom but he refused." 

"What did he say exactly?" Lindi asked. 

"He... he said... "Open your legs bitch, you're gonna take what I give you!" And then he... he... he grabbed me by the neck and... and... held me down and then he... he raped me!" 

Stevie's body heaved with a fit of sobbing - a sobbing which, to Lindi's eyes, looked a little too forced to be convincing. 

Lindi was sure this girl was lying - Peter would never say anything as corny as what Stevie was claiming, not even when he was at his most sexually inflamed. But she knew that everything the girl had said so far was useless in proving Peter's innocence, with the exception of the amount of drink. The CCTV footage that Acheson and his team had hopefully obtained would go a long way to proving that if not lying, then she was at least being economical with the truth. But she needed more - only an admission would be enough. 

"I waited until he was asleep and then I managed to get myself out of the bed. I put on what was left of my clothes and then quietly left the room." Stevie continued tearfully. 

"Where did you go from there?" Lindi asked. 

"Back to my room in Nightingale House. My friends were already there - seems that they didn't get lucky after all." 

"How so?" 

"The men they went off with weren't interested in them in the end. The girls were clearly pissed off. I told them I'd had sex with a guy in his hotel room - they thought I was boasting and they instantly started calling me a slut for just casually going off with a man who is almost old enough to be my father." 

Hello, Lindi thought to herself, some pressured slut-shaming, could be an interesting avenue. 

"So what did you do?" Lindi enquired. 

"Well, I told them he'd raped me." Stevie said, "Look Linda..." 

"Lindi." 

"Look Lindi, you know how it is for us women - all those pressures from other women and from society... and especially from men. I mean it doesn't take much to be labeled as a whore." Stevie said, as if searching for an excuse. 

"Wait a minute, are you saying you told those girls that Peter raped you, rather than admitting that you had sex with him willingly?" Lindi asked. 

"Yes, well... no... I mean... they... I..." Stevie stammered, obviously flustered. 

"He didn't rape you did he." Lindi stated levelly. 

"He... he..." Stevie stuttered. 

A brief pause ensued - the tension in the little booth at the university coffee shop could be cut with a knife. 

Stevie sighed heavily. 

"Alright then, no... he didn't." Stevie said eventually, real shame coming out in her voice, "He didn't rape me." 

"He didn't rape you." Lindi reiterated, prompting once again for confirmation. 

"No, he didn't rape me." Stevie said dejectedly. 

YESSS!! RESULT!! Lindi felt like screaming at the top of her voice, but decided to try and maintain her focus. 

"Why the hell did you report him then?" Lindi asked. 

"I... I just felt so... so dirty! I acted like a complete and utter whore!! And my insides felt really sore because of how rough I told him to be with me. I wanted to just go home and put it behind me, but it was the other girls, they called me a slut. But once I said that he'd raped me they changed their tune completely - all of a sudden I was a victim and Peter was an evil, hateful man. They insisted I go to the police - I couldn't just back out and say "no, it's okay he didn't actually rape me - he just had rough sex with me because I basically told him to fuck my cunt so hard I end up with internal bruising." They went with me to the police station and practically forced me to report him - for the good of womankind, they said at the time. I didn't want them to think of me as a liar and a whore so I went along with it. I had to undergo the most humiliating examination in my vagina - they said that there was some bruising that proved my story and that was that, they said they were going to issue a warrant for his arrest. I didn't mean for it to go that far, honest!!" 




Two Thousand and Ten Ch. 03



"You realise what you've done don't you?" Lindi said gravely, "You've lied to the police. You're quite happy to let an innocent man fester in a prison cell just as long as your virtue appears to remain intact." 

"He... he... he's a man isn't he? He can look after himself - a stretch inside will be a useful life experience for him!" Stevie said. 

Was this girl for real?!? Lindi thought to herself in utter disbelief in what she was saying. For the first time Lindi felt her anger beginning to boil over. 

"Useful life experience?? Are you insane?? It's not a fucking holiday camp in prison, despite what certain newspapers would have us believe!" Lindi exclaimed. 

"Yeah well, I can't do anything about it now." Stevie defended. 

"Ohhh yes you can, young lady!" Lindi said, "Listen Stevie, you have to go back to the police and tell them the truth." 

"I can't!" Stevie said, genuine tears forming in her eyes now, "They'll throw the book at me! And the girls back in the halls will call me a liar and a whore!!" 

If you don't go to the police, I will! Lindi thought to herself, the phone in her pocket recording the whole exchange. 

"Just think about it okay." Lindi said, "Think really carefully about what you're doing. Not just to Peter, but to yourself as well. And to genuine victims - to women... and yes, to men as well - who genuinely have been raped!" 

Lindi stood up, she felt herself trembling, her heart beating at ten to the dozen - she had hopefully secured the evidence that confirmed Peter's innocence. 

"Think about it." She added, and then turned and left the coffee shop. 

Outside, the first thing she did was check her phone - it was still recording. She stopped the recording, saved it - which she found surprisingly hard because her hand was trembling so much at the time - opened it and then pressed play. Her own voice could clearly be heard, that was a start at least. She skipped it forward a bit, hoping desperately that Stevie's voice could be heard also. To her utter relief the young girl's voice could be heard as clear as a bell. Lindi almost felt herself burst into tears of joy - she had done it! 

She called Clive to impart her good news. 

Monday, May 3rd 2010 - 6:45pm 

The small group had reconvened in a pub a short distance from the university, it was still early so it was mercifully quiet. Lindi had just replayed the recording she had made of her meeting with Stevie. 

"I knew she was lying!" Lindi said triumphantly, "I just knew it!!" 

"Congratulations love!" Clive said and he kissed her on the cheek. 

"Yes, well done Lindi!" Becky beamed. 

"What happens now?" Alison asked. 

"Well, first thing tomorrow I'm going to visit Mr. Acheson, Peter's lawyer, and play him the recording. I'll guess we'll just have to take it from there." Lindi said, "You two might as well get yourselves off home. Thank you so much for all your help - I don't know if I could've done any of this without you!" 

"It was a pleasure." Alison said, "And besides, I kind of had to find out for myself if the father of our baby had done something so... beastly. I mean, I knew it had to be a mistake but I had to find out, you know?" 

"I know what you mean." Lindi said, "I can't believe that for a moment I actually doubted him. But as soon as I heard how scared he was on the phone, and his body language when he was in the dock at the magistrates, I knew he had to be innocent, I just knew it." 

"Let us know how you get on tomorrow." Becky said as she and Alison stood up to take their leave and get back on the road down south back to Sussex, "I'd best get the missus here back home, and I've got work to get back to tomorrow." 

"Bye ladies." Clive stood and gave the departing couple a friendly kiss on their cheeks, "Thanks for coming, we couldn't have done it without you." 

"And thanks to you as well Clive," Lindi said, once the lesbian couple left the room, "You didn't have to get yourself embroiled in all this." 

"Hey, if this Peter guy means as much to you as going to all this effort then I guess he must be worth it. Ad if he's worth all that effort for you then I guess he's worth all that effort for me too - us guys have to help each other out, y'know a 'brother in need' and all that. And y'know, it was kind of fun in a strange way." 

"Let's just hope and pray that what I have on my phone here is enough to get him out." Lindi said hopefully. 

Tuesday, May 4th 2010 - 11:35am 

"Well, that certainly puts a different spin on things doesn't it!" Acheson said once Lindi had finished playing him the audio of her meeting with Peter's accuser the day before. 

"Do you think it's enough to get him released?" Lindi said hopefully, "I mean, you heard it as clear as anything - she admitted she was lying!" 

"Well, probably not on its own." Acheson said, "I mean her legal team could probably argue that you had coerced her or threatened her in some way. However..." 

He reached into his desk drawer and retrieved a USB stick, which he then plugged into his computer. 

"...Add it to this and things start to look an awful lot worse for Miss Williams." 

He located the file he wanted, which was easy enough since it was the only file on the stick, and opened it up. It was a video file. 

"Is that the CCTV?" Lindi asked. 

"Sure is!" Acheson beamed, "Does that look like a woman who is so drunk she can barely walk?" 

A couple appeared on the screen, walking down the street. It was clearly Peter and Stevie - and Peter had his arm across Stevie's shoulder, there was no way he was supporting her and there was no way she was having any difficulty walking. 

"Add to that the credit card information Peter supplied us and the voice recording you made, and I think we have enough evidence to give the police something to really think about." 

"That's fantastic!!" Lindi said joyfully, "Do you really think they would drop the charges?" 

"Only one way to find out I suppose." Acheson smiled, "I'll just get my secretary to extract your audio file and make copies of everything and then we'll go and pay the police a cordial visit." 

Tuesday, May 4th 2010 - 12:34pm 

Peter waited patiently in the queue for lunch, totally unaware of the recent events outside. Prison food was, though not as bad as its reputation implied, not exactly five star cuisine. Although it was only just bordering on palatable. Suddenly Peter felt a large presence behind him. 

"The pasta looks nice today." Jenks said in an almost conversational manner. 

Peter replied with silence. 

"And those buns look nice too." Jenks added menacingly. 

Peter suddenly felt a warm, rough hand invading the back of his prison-issue trousers. It slid down and in a matter of moments it was inside his underpants and stroking his buttocks. 

"Not as nice as your buns I reckon!" Jenks said lasciviously. 

A deafeningly loud whistle suddenly echoed around the room - Jenks's hand immediately beat a hasty retreat. 

"JENKS!! Get your hand off him!!" one of the prison officers shouted. 

"Who, Mr. Davies?" Jenks said, feigning ignorance, "Me, Mr. Davies?" 

"Yes you Jenks, you filthy pervert!" The prison officer replied. 

"Tomorrow sweetheart, tomorrow." Jenks whispered menacingly into Peter's ear as he placed his tray before the serving hatch, "You're gonna feel me inside you! And you're gonna fucking love it and take what I give you otherwise you'll be feeling something a damned sight sharper inside you than my dick. Understand, pretty boy?" 

He slapped Peter lightly on his cheek. He had to get out of there! 

Tuesday, May 4th 2010 - 2:25pm 

"This had better be good." Detective Inspector Browning said as he sat down heavily before Lindi and Acheson. Clive had elected to wait for them in the police station's reception area. 

"Inspector Browning, it's a pleasure to be doing business with you once again." Acheson said. 

"Cut the crap Acheson!" Browning replied sharply, "The desk sergeant says you have some new evidence in the Swanmore rape case for me." 

"You know it really pains me to have to do this to you and to burst your bubble and all, but my client is an innocent man." Acheson said, a wry grin on his face. He was enjoying himself immensely, and it was about to get a whole lot more enjoyable. 

"Oh yeah, come on then show us what you have." Browning said curtly. He sat back in his chair and crossed his arms. His creased brown suit, obviously not dry-cleaned for some time, bore more than a few speckles of cigarette ash on its front and on his tie. 

"Firstly, credit card records." Acheson began, placing a sheet of paper before the gruff inspector, "I think you'll agree it makes for interesting reading. According to the 'evidence' you submitted to the magistrate, Miss Williams stated that my client had 'plied her with alcohol all evening'. However, it seems to us as though Miss Williams's account of events is not quite the full picture. As you can see, my client only paid for one round of drinks at the pub that evening." 

"So? He could've paid for the rest by cash." Inspector Browning said dismissively. 

"Peter never buys drinks with cash." Lindi interjected, "He rarely uses cash at all in fact. I'd swear that under oath if I have to!" 

"And then we have the small matter of some CCTV footage." Acheson said, taking his tablet out from his briefcase and opening the video app. 

The video started off with a time lapse of the pub itself, from a small camera located just above the bar. The speeded up footage clearly showed Stevie at the bar, joined by Peter a few moments later. As soon as drinks were served to them they disappeared towards a table at the back of the pub. The video continued for several more minutes of speeded up footage, during which Peter appeared back at the bar only once before the bar eventually emptied when the pub closed and the footage came to an end. 

"As you can see my client only visited the bar to purchase drinks on one occasion the whole evening." Acheson said, "And then of course there's the city centre CCTV. Tell me, Inspector, does this to you look like a woman who can barely stand up?" 

Acheson then played the same video he had played Lindi back in his office. Browning's silence throughout spoke volumes. 

"And then there's this." Acheson persisted, opening up the audio player app and opening the audio file that had been extracted from Lindi's phone. 

Browning's face went as white as a sheet as Stevie's admission that she in fact hadn't been raped rang out from the tablet's tiny speakers. 

"No, he didn't rape me." 

"I think all of this is pretty conclusive, don't you think?" Acheson said smartly as he closed the audio app. 

An uneasy silence ensued for a few moments. 

"Thank you for bringing this new evidence to light." Browning said as he stood up. 

"Wait, is that it?" Lindi said as she rose to her feet, "Peter is innocent! We've bloody well proved it!!" 

"As it would seem." Browning replied, "But I need to put all of this past my Superintendent before I can do anything else. I take it you have copies of everything?" 

"Here." Acheson said as he handed a USB stick to the inspector. 

"Then in that case we shall leave it there." Browning said as he palmed the USB in his right hand, "We'll be in touch in due course." 

And then he left the room without so much as a polite shaking of hands. 

"So what happens now?" Lindi asked. 

"We wait." Acheson said as he gathered up his tablet and his paperwork, "I think we've enough proof for them to have to drop the charges. Did you see how pissed off he was?" 

"He did look somewhat annoyed!" Lindi replied with a chuckle. 

Wednesday May 5th, 2010 - 10:28am 

Peter's nerves were at the end of their tether - yesterday's incident in the lunch queue had really shaken him up. Jenks, the tattooed hulk of a man, had threatened to rape him that day. Despite some reassurance at the back of his mind that the prison officers were already obviously watching him, Peter still felt scared that something dreadful would happen to him before the day was out. He lay back on his bed and stared up at the ceiling and sighed heavily. He closed his eyes and tried to persuade his mind to clear those horrible thoughts but he was fighting a losing battle with his own brain. 

Just then, with a loud click his cell door opened. With a flash of alarm he feared it might be Jenks who had come to rape him in his cell and he recoiled in fear momentarily, ready to fight him off as best he could. But instead of the beast of a man that had molested him the previous day, a prison officer in his familiar uniform of black trousers and shoes, white shirt with black epaulets and black tie, entered the room. 

"Governor wants to see you Swanmore." The officer said simply. 

"The governor?" Peter asked in disbelief, "Wants to see me?" 

"That's what I just said." The officer replied, "Come on, let's not keep her waiting." 

Peter followed the officer out from his cell and out from the remand block and across the prison yard towards the admin block. Peter's mind was a whirl, could this be something to do with what happened in the lunch queue yesterday? 

Peter was shown into the governor's office and was offered a seat before her desk. 

"Hello Mr. Swanmore, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Kathy Edwards, I'm the governor of this fine institution." The governor said. She was quite a strong looking woman who had obviously had to work her way through the ranks of prison administration the hard way. She stood about six feet tall and had shoulder length brown hair that had a slight curl to it. She wore a smart grey skirt suit with a turquoise coloured silk blouse. Her very manner exuded a sense of business-like efficiency. 

"Erm... pleased to meet you." Peter said nervously. 

"Now, I guess you're wondering why I have asked you to come here." Edwards said, "So I shall spare you the suspense and come straight out with it." 

Here we go, Peter thought to himself, this can only be bad news. 

"It would seem that some new evidence has come to light with regards to your case." 

"What?!?" Peter exclaimed, thinking for a moment that his accuser had persuaded her friends to make allegations against him as well. 

"Your friend... a Ms. Melinda Vernham, has managed to track down your accuser and, it would seem, has managed to extract an admission from her that you hadn't in fact raped her as she had previously alleged." 

"Lindi!!" Peter exclaimed out of sheer joy, "Oh my God, this is fantastic!!" 

"That evidence, coupled with some additional CCTV footage, was submitted to Nottingham City Police yesterday, and in light of this new evidence the police have decided to drop all charges against you." 

"HAH-HAHH!!" Peter shrieked in a pure, naked exultation of overwhelming joy. He felt like jumping up and kissing the governor right on her lips! 

"You will be released this afternoon." Edwards continued, "An officer will be with you shortly to take you back to your cell where you are to gather your belongings and then you will be taken to the processing centre where you will be processed and then released later this afternoon." 

Wednesday May 5th, 2010 - 3:25pm 

Peter stood before the huge doors of the prison's main entrance wearing the clothes he had last worn when he stood in the dock at the magistrates. In his hand he clutched a clear plastic bag that bore the logo of Her Majesty's Prison Service and contained what few belongings he had. His heart raced as the doors slid open and he took his first steps outside as a free man. The air smelled so sweet! 

There, waiting in front of a familiar black Ford Focus were the people to whom he owed his freedom. 

"Lindi!!" Peter exclaimed and he dashed across to her and hugged her as tightly as he could. Almost instantly he was sobbing and moments later she too was crying tears of joy and relief. 

Stood next to Lindi were two men - one of whom he recognised as his lawyer Mr. Acheson, and the other who was a stranger to him. 

Peter released himself from his tearful embrace with his best friend and took a step back. 

"Mr. Acheson, thank you!" Peter said, shaking the lawyers hand, "Aw to hell with it - c'mere you!" And he took Acheson in a hug, patting the man's back enthusiastically. 

"Believe me, the pleasure was all mine!" Acheson said once they parted, "Any excuse to get one over that smug git Inspector Brownlow!" 

The strange man whom Peter didn't recognise looked on. 

"Oh, Peter where are my manners?" Lindi said, "This is Clive - he's erm... well, I guess he's my boyfriend I suppose." 

"Pleased to meet you!" Clive said as he offered his hand towards Peter, "Lindi's told me so much about you - it's nice to put a face to the name at last!" 

"Hi!" Peter replied, shaking the man's hand. 

"Well, I think this calls for a celebration!" Clive announced, "What say we find somewhere nice and have ourselves a celebratory dinner?" 

"Thanks for the offer Clive." Peter said, "But I'd just like to go home if you don't mind." 

"Erm... yes of course." Clive replied. 

"Although if the offer's still open it would be nice for us to go out together when we get back home. I'd like to get to know you a bit Clive - you know, to make sure you're good enough for my friend here." 

And so the four of them got into Lindi's car and headed into the city to drop Acheson back at his office, swing by the police station to collect Peter's confiscated property and to eventually head for home. 

Wednesday May 5th, 2010 - 8:07pm 

Peter opened the door to his flat and stepped over the pile of mail that had accumulated over the past few weeks. It felt good to be home. All throughout the car journey back to East Sussex his mind raced with thoughts about everything that had happened. He wondered what would happen to Stevie, in light of her admission that she had lied to the police. 

"Most probably she'll be charged with wasting police time and perverting the course of justice." Acheson had said before he took his leave and sent them on their way, "She might even find herself behind bars if she's unlucky." 

"All because she didn't want her friends to think she's a slut." Lindi had observed. 

Peter dropped the prison service bag on the floor and then, more carefully placed his suitcase, laptop case and guitar case next to it and went into the living room. He collapsed into his armchair, exhausted but overjoyed to be free. He felt an unfamiliar rush of emotions flood into every corner of his psyche. 

He held his head in his hands and sobbed loudly, wailing with tears of joy, relief and a sadness that he couldn't explain, not even to himself. 

Wednesday May 5th, 2010 - 8:09pm 

"Well, all's well that ends well I guess." Lindi said to Clive as she closed the door to her flat behind them. 

"Peter's a really lucky guy to have a friend like you." Clive said, and he nuzzled and kissed her warmly on the nape of her neck. 

"I'm really lucky to have a boyfriend like you! I couldn't have done it without your help Clive, I don't know how I'll ever repay you." 

"Oh, I can think of something!" Clive said, and to make his point he slid his hand into Lindi's blouse and into the left cup of her bra, stroking her breast and tweaking her nipple. 

"You dirty devil, you!" She chided jokily and turned to face him. 

Their eyes met, their hearts skipped several beats and their lips joined each other's in a ravishingly passionate kiss. 

Moments later they were tearing at each other's clothes - almost tripping over themselves in the process. They worked their way towards Lindi's bedroom, scattering their clothes along the way. Their passion was so inflamed that Lindi felt the moistness in her loins like never before and, to her astonishment, Clive was firmly and powerfully erect in but a matter of moments. She was on her back and he was inside her in under a minute since she had closed her front door. 




Two Thousand and Ten Ch. 03



They made passionate love at a breakneck speed. 

Wednesday May 5th, 2010 - 9:00pm 

Upstairs in his apartment, Peter was enjoying his first hot shower free from the gaze of others since he had been arrested all those days ago. The hot deluge felt wonderful against his naked skin. He looked down and saw that he was monumentally erect - it was rare for his foreskin to retract itself as fully as it had now. He took hold of his straining erection and began to pump his fist furiously - he didn't need any kind of fantasy to coax him towards the precipice of orgasm. He had been so pent-up from his weeks of incarceration that it was hardly necessary. 

With a guttural cry of orgasmic exultation he erupted - his semen splashing onto the glass wall of his shower cubicle to be washed away by the hot rain from the showerhead above. Peter felt a warm but at the same time exhausting feeling of fulfilment. 

With a stab of realisation he remembered that the last time he had ejaculated was during that night in his hotel room. Oh how much trouble that had caused! He felt a dichotomy of emotions for the girl who had so very nearly cost him his freedom - on the one hand he felt an anger that he never knew he had in him. On the other hand he felt a sense of sadness for her - her actions had dug herself into her own grave and now she was the one under investigation. Whatever career she had been aspiring to would now almost certainly be in tatters, especially if she ended up in prison herself for falsely accusing him, as Acheson had implied. 

And for what? The price of some teasing and name-calling from those girls who claimed to be her friends? 

Thursday May 6th, 2010 - 12:07am 

Lindi and Clive cuddled naked together in her bed following their frenzied bout of lovemaking - for both of them it had been an exultant release of pent-up tension. It had been the first time Lindi had felt the warm invasion of a man's penis inside her in two years, ever since her previous coupling with a photocopier toner salesman. They nuzzled up to each other and murmured sweet nothings into each other's ears. 

Eventually Lindi got up and announced that she was going to make some coffee - she was too wired anyway to sleep. It was a sentiment that Clive echoed and so the two of them padded naked into her kitchen. 

It was the first time she got a proper look at Clive's naked body - in the ensuing rush of frenetic disrobing and mad, passionate lovemaking that had so recently taken place, she had barely had any time to actually appraise his nude form properly. Especially since it had been dark in the room at the time. Now, in the bright light of her kitchen she decided that she liked what she saw - he clearly looked after himself if his physique was anything to go by. He wasn't overtly muscular or anything like that, but he was clearly a man who made sure he ate well and got enough exercise. 

And also, for the first time, she got a glimpse of the organ that had invaded her vaginal sanctum. His penis was a little smaller than Peter's, but that didn't matter to her at all. What was remarkable however, was what his penis lacked. Clive, it turned out, had been circumcised. During their frenetic lovemaking it had barely registered to her that Clive's penis felt slightly different than all of the other men she had been in bed with over the years. It wasn't any worse nor any better, just slightly different. She'd never been with a circumcised man before. 

She had always had strong feelings about male circumcision, especially once she had found out how needlessly commonplace it was in places like the United States. What on Earth did it achieve? She often thought to herself, strapping little baby boys down and then slicing off one of, if not the most sensitive parts of his penis? To her it was utter madness - surely boys deserved to have the right to grow up intact every bit as much as girls did. If a girl's genital integrity was so enshrined, why weren't boys afforded the same legal protections? At the end of the day she felt glad she lived in a culture where the genital mutilation of boys was such a comparatively rare occurrence. 

Clive's neatly circumcised penis dangled there before her eyes, despite the alteration to its natural form, it was nevertheless a beautiful sight in Lindi's eyes. But then pretty much all penises were beautiful as far as she was concerned, whether they were circumcised or not. But at the back of her mind was a niggling feeling of sorrow for him - that he would never feel the full spectrum of physical sensation that intact men like Peter experienced. After all, the foreskin contains thousands upon thousands of sensitive nerve endings - not even the most die-hard of pro-circumcision activists could deny that physical anatomical truth. How could removing it not result in any loss of sensitivity? Take away those nerves and you lose the sensation from them, it was as simple as that. 

She knew it was the respectful thing to do to not make an issue about it, but Clive it seemed was already ahead of her. 

"Yeah I know, I'm a Roundhead." He said, obviously having followed her gaze and noting upon where her eyes had alighted. 

Lindi had heard the term before - a Roundhead was a peculiarly English slang word for a boy who had been circumcised. It referred to the image of the opposing camps of soldiers during the English civil war - the Roundheads, or Parliamentarians on one side, and the Cavaliers, or Royalists on the side of the King. The Roundheads were so called due to the rounded steel helmets they wore into battle. The Cavaliers on the other hand, despite also wearing steel helmets in battle, were renowned for wearing elaborately wide-brimmed hats. Generations of schoolboys had grown up being either a Roundhead (circumcised) or a Cavalier (intact). 

It wasn't until she was in her teens that Lindi knew what it had meant when she overheard boys teasing other boys for being Roundheads - something that Peter had explained to her, with more than a little embarrassment on his part, on their way home from school one afternoon. 

Up until the late 1940's circumcision had actually been quite common in the UK - around half of all boys were circumcised which gave rise to the two 'tribes' of Roundheads and Cavaliers. But in 1948, once the government of the day brought in the National Health Service, circumcision was seen as having virtually no benefit whatsoever beyond the purely cosmetic and so it was not supported under the newly state-funded healthcare system. As a result, the once common practice of circumcision of baby boys all but disappeared and legions of boys grew up intact and whole. This was why Roundheads found themselves being teased at school - in an almost exact opposite situation that existed in America, it was the circumcised boys who were the odd ones out and it was they who received the teasing. 

"I'm sorry, I didn't know you were circumcised!" Lindi said without thinking. 

"What's there to be sorry about?!" Clive chuckled. 

"It's just... I... well, I..." Lindi stammered, turning away to avert her gaze, "It's just that I've never seen one before. Not in the flesh, I mean." 

"It's quite okay Lindi." Clive said, picking up on Lindi's body language, "I'm not offended if you want to look at it." 

"How come?" Lindi said, "I mean, how come you were circumcised? If you don't mind my asking of course." 

"I was born in America." Clive explained, "My dad worked in the diplomatic service at the British Consulate in New York. He met my mother there and they got married - it was, sort of a tradition in her family that boys were circumcised. When I was three Dad was posted back to London while mum was pregnant with their second child - my brother Jack. Anyway, he was born over here and unlike me he wasn't circumcised. Mainly because my Grandmother wouldn't allow it. That and the fact that they couldn't get it done on the NHS." 

"You poor thing!" Lindi gasped. 

"What's that supposed to mean?!" Clive said with a slight grin. 

"I'm sorry, I... that just came out wrong." Lindi flustered. 

"Look it's okay, really." Clive said and stepped forward to take Lindi in his arms. Almost immediately the close proximity of their naked bodies began to have an effect on both of them. 

"I meant to say you poor thing, you must've been bullied at school for it!" 

"I was a bit." Clive admitted, "I don't think I'll ever forget the first time I stepped into the showers at school. I knew I was different down there to all the other boys and I was absolutely dreading it. I talked to my PE teacher, an ex-army sergeant called Mr. Faulkner, about it - talking about my penis with another man was the most embarrassing thing I'd ever done. He just told me not to be so pathetic, he told me to 'man up' and get over it. I was eleven for pity's sake!" 

Lindi reached down and started stroking Clive's increasingly tumescent organ. 

"Kids can be so cruel sometimes." Lindi observed as she lovingly stroked her beau's penis, "I remember once when we were short staffed at school, I was called in to help with a PE lesson. Some of the older girls were picking on one of the younger girls, apparently only because she was a slow developer. They were calling her 'baby girl' simply because her breasts weren't as well developed as her classmates. Well of course I had to intervene didn't I - the poor girl was in tears." 

"I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing." Clive said as his arousal increased. 

"How do you mean?" Lindi asked. 

"Well, I don't know if it's a good thing that that sort of teasing also goes on in the girls showers and it's not just boys that get poked fun at for being different, or if it's a bad thing that this sort of thing is still going on in this day and age." 

"It's a bit of both really." Lindi observed as Clive's erection grew in her hand. 

"Anyway, I didn't let them get to me." Clive said, "After a while they just gave up and found some other poor kid to pick on. And besides, everything works down there just fine - I don't feel as though I've missed out in any way. I've never known any different - you don't miss what you've never had. Sex feels as good for me as it does the next man. Want me to prove it?" 

"And how would you go about proving it?" Lindi said, licking her lips provocatively. 

"Well now, let me see." Clive replied, an amorous smile upon his face, "How about this for starters." 

And he reached behind Lindi and grabbed hold of her naked buttocks and then lifted her up onto the edge of the kitchen work surface. Lindi opened her legs wide in order to welcome him within her and within moments his firm circumcised erection was inside her and she wrapped her arms and legs around him. Clive stood up and took Lindi's entire weight on his masculine frame. Their lips met and they kissed passionately, their tongues dancing around in each other's mouths. Clive's penis thrusted forcefully in Lindi's vagina as she bounced up and down on him. 

The two lovers were united in a huffing, grunting, moaning exultation of raw, physical lovemaking. All thoughts of coffee were completely forgotten as they plumbed each other's depths. It was a sensual coupling of soft and sensitive love mixed with raw physical power. Lindi could not help but admire Clive's strength as he subjected his body to her load - his knees trembling beneath him as he bore the strain of her weight. Eventually Clive had to break their kiss - he gasped for air, inhaling precious oxygen to fuel his muscles. 

"Unngggghhhh... Hahhhhh... Mmmmmnnnnnggggghhh!!" He grunted and growled through gritted teeth as he used every ounce of his strength to please his woman. 

Lindi found herself yapping and yelping in response as Clive made love to her. With each and every thrust inside her body her love for him increased, increment after sensuous increment. 

This was not just lovemaking however; this was lustful, raw, visceral animalistic SEX. 

They were like a pair of rutting animals together, locked in sexual unison. 

They were mating. 

They were copulating. 

They were fucking each other's brains out! 

Eventually, Clive's strength alone was not enough to support them both and he took a step forward to rest Lindi upon the kitchen worktop - the coffee mugs went flying and crashed onto the hard floor. But even this intrusion of destructive noise, as the mugs fell to their doom, was enough to deter them in their passion. Clive thrust himself into Lindi with increased ferocity, bringing himself closer and closer to a blissful, albeit brief, male orgasm. 

Suddenly, the eroticism of the situation became all too much for Lindi - she could feel a monumental orgasm building in her loins. An orgasm that, a few moments later engulfed her in flames of passion like a tree in the unstoppable path of a volcanic lava flow. 

"Ahhhhh!! Hahhhh!! Hahhhh!! Hahhh!! Mmmmmmmffff!! Mmmmm!! Ohhhh Clive!! Oh baby!! Hahhh!! HAHHHHH!! UNNNGGGHHH!! HAHHAHAHAHHHHHHH!!" Lindi cried out in lustful exultation as her orgasm consumed her. 

Every nerve, every muscle, every single fibre, sinew and neuron in her entire body seemed to pulse, twitch, fire and shudder as she endured wave upon wave of orgasmic euphoria in a screaming exultation of raw female sexual power that seemed to just go on and on and on. 

Just as her orgasm began to shimmer away and dissipate into the ether from whence it came after almost half a minute of climactic bliss, Clive's own orgasmic climax approached. 

"NNNNGGGGGHHHHH!! NNNNNNNGGGGGGHHHHH!! MMMMMMMNNNNNGGGHH!! HAHHHHHH!! MMMMMFFFFFFF!! AHHHHHHHH!!" He grunted and grimaced as he came - his loins were shaking almost uncontrollably and his naked buttocks clenched and flexed tightly as he bathed Lindi's birth canal in a tsunami of semen. 

His whole body wracked and shuddered as he deposited his sperm inside Lindi's welcoming vagina, his slick firmness thrusting into and out of her causing a wet squelching sound as gravity forced some of his copious spend down to drip out of her. 

His entire eruption lasted but the merest fleeting of moments, compared to the long and sensuous orgasm Lindi experienced - but in those brief, precious few seconds he felt euphoria like no other. 

For both of them that evening had been the end of a long drought of celibacy and now they were drowning themselves in a deluge of naked passion and exultant love, until eventually, and utterly exhaustedly, their bodies came to rest. 

"Is that... enough... proof... for you?" Clive panted, almost totally overcome by his effort. 

Lindi said nothing in reply; she simply took him in her arms and kissed him with his penis still buried firmly within her. It was all the reply he needed. 

"Erm... you are on the pill aren't you?" Clive asked once their lips parted and his gradually softening penis slipped out of her. 

Thursday May 6th, 2010 - 10:18am 

Peter lay in bed, savouring his first lie-in for weeks. Eventually though, he forced himself out of bed. Lindi had checked in on him earlier before she headed out to work, which was the only interruption to his grateful slumber. The silence of his flat was proving to be the most blissful of antidotes to the incessant noise and stresses of the prison cell he had woken in the previous morning. With a heavy sigh he trudged into his kitchen to make some coffee. He found however, that his fridge was all but empty. Lindi had kindly removed all of the perishable items from his kitchen so that he would not have to return home to the stench of sour milk, blue speckled furry bread and hairy mouldy cheese. But it meant that there was very little for him to eat. 

He had a busy day before him, not only did he have to get some shopping done he also had something much more important to attend to. Namely, finding out if he still had a job. He picked up his phone and dialled up a familiar phone number. 

It was answered on the third ring. 

"Hello?" Came the answer on the other end of the line. 

"Hi Doug, it's Peter." 

"Peter! Where the hell are you? What happened? Lindi said something about you being thrown in jail!" Peter's boss replied. 

"It's a long story." Peter replied, rubbing his temples, "But I'm home now - I was just calling to see if I still have a job to come back to." 

"It depends what you've done dear boy." Doug replied. 

"I'll explain everything." Peter said, "Would it be okay to meet up for lunch?" 

"Of course! How does The Cooper's sound?" 

"That'd be fine." Peter replied, "About 12:30ish?" 

"Consider it a date my dear fellow!" Doug replied brightly. 

"Okay, I'll see you then." Peter said and then bid his boss goodbye. 

Thursday May 6th, 2010 - 12:34pm 

"Bloody hell Peter, you look like you've been in the wars!" Peter's boss Doug exclaimed has he sat opposite Peter in the bar of the Cooper's Arms later that day. 

"Believe me Doug, I've never felt more alive!" Peter said as he sipped his first glass of beer since his arrest and incarceration. 

"So what the hell happened to you?" Doug said, "I mean all of us were utterly confused - there we were expecting you to come back from the conference and you never showed up. Eventually Lindi phoned me and said, rather cryptically I might add, that you had been arrested for nicking stuff from the hotel and had been thrown into jail! I mean what the fuck is going on Peter? I had to tell the staff something just in case it turned out to be a storm in a teacup. I'm um... afraid I told them you have cancer and that you were unable to come into work for the foreseeable future." 

"That would explain all the 'Thinking of You' cards I came home to." Peter said. 

He sighed heavily as he launched into his explanation about what had happened to him in Nottingham. 

"Well, I might as well come clean about how I ended up inside." Peter began, "but it wasn't for nicking some towels from the hotel." 

"What was it then?" Doug asked, "Murder?" 

"Rape." Peter said flatly. 

A brief pause ensued. 

"RAPE?!?" Doug exclaimed, which caused all the heads in the room to turn in his direction. 

"Shhhh!! I'd rather you didn't tell the whole world fucking about it!" Peter chided. 

"Yeah, but rape??" Doug continued in a quieter voice, "Jesus Christ, Peter!!" 

"It's a long story. See, I met this girl in a pub in Nottingham. She was having trouble getting the attention of the barman so I stepped in and helped her to get served. She bought me a drink in return and then we sat and chatted for a while. Anyway, eventually we ended up going back to my hotel and... you know... one thing led to another and we ended up... having sex. And it was wonderful! I really thought I'd managed to find true love. So imagine my disappointment when I woke up the next morning to discover that she'd buggered off in the middle of the night! So anyway, I decided not to cry over spilt milk and got on with trying to enjoy the rest of the conference. Everything seemed fine, right up until I packed up all my stuff and was about to check out of the hotel." 

"What happened then?" Doug asked. 

"I got a knock at my door - at first I thought Stevie, the girl I had slept with, had come back to me. But instead, it turned out to be two police officers. Within seconds I was being put in handcuffs and being read my rights - they told me I was under arrest for rape and sexual assault! In mere minutes I was bundled into the back of a squad car and driven down to the local nick. Once there they strip-searched me, confiscated all of my clothes and put me into one of those thin white jumpsuits and threw me into a cell. Later, these two detectives interviewed me and explained that the girl I had slept with had reported me for raping her, despite the fact that I had done no such thing. It was entirely consensual - she was actually begging me to be rough with her! Anyway, to cut a long story short, the next morning I found myself in front of the local magistrate, hoping that I would at least be granted bail. Except that the bitch magistrate took everything the police said as gospel and refused bail. She had me remanded in custody at Nottingham prison." 




Two Thousand and Ten Ch. 03



"Bloody hell Peter!!" Doug gasped. 

"All I can say is thank God for Lindi!" Peter continued, "She refused to believe the allegations and came to my aid. She found me a good lawyer and then spent the next few weekends staking out where the stupid girl lived in order to try and talk some sense into her. The other day they found her and Lindi spoke with her in a café - she recorded their conversation and she managed to get her to admit that she was lying about me raping her. Lindi and my lawyer took the recording to the police and, added to some CCTV footage that the Keystone Cops in their utter ineptitude had failed to examine, that opened up massive holes in her version of events. And thank the Lord above, they dropped all the charges and I eventually was released from prison. And just in time too, I might add." 

"What do you mean?" Doug enquired. 

"Well, let's just say I was about to find out how Andy Dufresne felt in The Shawshank Redemption when he was paid a visit from The Sisters." Peter said uncomfortably. 

"Bloody hell Peter! You mean??" 

"I'm afraid so." Peter replied. 

Doug was well aware of the scene in that film - where Tim Robbin's character finds himself being raped by Boggs and his gang, known to the other inmates as The Sisters. 

"So it was all just a fit up?" Doug said, "You were innocent all along?" 

"Yep! And do you know the worst part about it?" 

"What would that be?" 

"The only reason she reported me for raping her was so that her friends wouldn't think she was a slut for having casual sex with a man who she said is almost old enough to be her dad." Peter said. 

"What a bitch!!" Doug exclaimed, "You're not that old! So what's going to happen to her?" 

"Acheson, that's my lawyer, says that she'll most likely be charged with perverting the course of justice. She could end up in jail herself." 

"Serves her bloody well right!" Doug said as he took a sip of beer. 

"Yeah. Well, I kind of feel a bit sorry for her really." Peter said. 

"Sorry for her??? After what she did to you?" Doug said aghast, setting his glass down on the table so hard it caused a few drops of beer to splash out of his glass and on to the top of the table. 

"I mean yes, it's only right that she gets her comeuppance for what she did, but the poor girl's life will be ruined." Peter tried to explain, "I mean, a spell in prison would do wonders for her career chances wouldn't it." 

"No less than what she deserves if you ask me." Doug replied. 

"So anyway. Do I still have a job to come back to?" Peter asked hopefully. 

"Of course you do mate!" Doug said as he lightly slapped Peter on his arm, "I mean, you were found innocent after all." 

"That's a relief." Peter said, "I was afraid that you know, you'd be all 'there's no smoke without fire' with me. You can understand that I don't want any of the rest of the team finding out about this. Especially That Erica from the accounts team - she's a bit... y'know... of the feminist persuasion - if it managed to reach her feminist radar that I'd been accused of raping someone then all hell could break loose." 

"Hell hath no fury than a loony feminist scorned!" Doug said jokily, "Besides, you're innocent - you said yourself the cops dropped all the charges." 

"You know as well as I do that it would make no difference whatsoever to a woman like her." Peter said bitterly, "The merest hint of any sexual impropriety would be enough for her to tar me with the label of a filthy, dirty sexual predator. She'd make my life a living hell!!" 

"Shhh, it's okay mate, this is just between you and me." Doug reassured, "All she knows is what I've told everyone else." 

"That I have cancer, you mean." Peter replied. 

"Yeeeeah... um... in hindsight that probably wasn't a good idea was it?" Doug said, "Look, leave it with me - I'll tell them I've been to visit you and that it was a false alarm and everything. In the meantime you just relax and have a few days to yourself. I'll see you back in the office on Monday." 

Peter sighed with relief. 

"Thanks Doug, you're a real mate, you know that!" 

"I'm just glad to have you back with us - you're a bloody good engineer, it would've been a shame to have lost you. You just hang in there, okay buddy? And you know, if you ever want to talk about it, in private like, you know where you can find me." 

Doug checked his watch. 

"I'd best be getting back - got to go and impart the good news to the team!" He said as he rose to his feet. 

"Thanks again Doug." Peter said as he stood and held out his hand. 

Doug took his hand and pulled himself towards Peter and hugged him in a friendly manner of fraternal solidarity, slapping his friend and employee on the back. 

"See you soon mate - it's great to have you back!" Doug said as they parted and he took his leave. 

Saturday May 8th, 2010 - 8:22pm 

Clive had booked a table for five at Ristorante Sulla Collina, a small Italian place at the top end of the High Street of Westborough-on-sea. Clive, Lindi, Alison and Becky had all gathered along with Peter to celebrate his being found innocent of the charges against him. Although he didn't want them to make too much of a fuss about it - he just wanted to put it behind him and get on with his life - he had to admit it was nice to be able to show his gratitude for all their help in securing his release. Which was why he insisted upon paying for the meal. 

"But of course, the most sincere thanks of all go to you Lin." Peter said, "If you hadn't believed me from the start I would probably still be in that hellhole!" 

"Oh Peter!" Lindi sighed, "It was nothing, really. All I did is what any other good friend would have done." 

"Yeah, well it meant an awful lot to me that you stood by me." Peter continued, "Which is why I'd like you to have this, as a token of my eternal gratitude." 

He took a small box out of his pocket and opened it to reveal a glittering gold necklace inside. It held a pendant of sapphire surrounded by tiny diamonds that glinted in the soft light of the restaurant. 

"Oh my! Peter, it's beautiful!!" Lindi gasped, "It must've cost a fortune!! I can't possibly accept this. I mean, surely your legal bill must be astronomical!" 

"It's fine Lin, really it is." Peter said as he extracted the necklace, "Acheson told me on the phone yesterday that he'd only charge me half their normal rate. He said it was great to have taken Inspector Brownlow down a peg or two and that you'd done most of the legwork yourself anyway. And besides, I've plenty of money in the bank - I can afford it." 

He stood and went behind Lindi to put the necklace on her. Everyone agreed it looked absolutely stunning. 

Peter had spent much of the evening talking to the women, regaling them with his sorry tale. Alison remarked that he ought to write a book about it, an idea that was enthusiastically received by the others. Clive meanwhile, had been rather quieter. 

After a while Lindi decided that she needed to go and 'powder her nose', and asked her female companions if they cared to join her. As Lindi rose, accompanied by Alison and Becky, she whispered something into Clive's ear. 

"Huh! Why do women always have to go to the bogs together?" Peter remarked once the female contingent had departed. 

"I dunno." Clive remarked, "Oh to be a fly on the wall eh?" 

Peter knew however, that she had used it as an opportunity for him and Clive to have a little man-to-man chat. 

"So... tell me a bit about yourself." Peter said as he took a sip from his glass of wine. 

"Not much to tell really." Clive replied, "Born in the states, moved back here and grew up with mum and dad, went out with a girl, got married, had a daughter, got divorced. Usual sort of stuff really." 

So what do you do for a living?" 

"I run a small chain of photographic shops." Clive said, "And I do a bit of studio photography on the side. See, I grew up on my Granny's farm once we moved back to England, and she had this old camera that belonged to her late husband. It was just a little Box Brownie - but she gave it to me. I spent the whole summer taking dozens and dozens of photos of the farm and the surrounding countryside. Eventually I went to college to study photography and then once I became qualified I got a job in a photographic supplies company. One thing led to another and I saved up a load of money, got a decent loan from the bank and opened up my own little studio. Over the years I made a decent enough living out of it but then the opportunity arose to buy a small camera shop. That was ten years ago and now I have four shops with another one opening in Brighton later this year." 

Despite Clive's apparently affable exterior, Peter couldn't help but think that something about the man just didn't sit right with him. He couldn't put his finger on it but somehow his intuition had his mental alarm bells ringing at the back of his mind. He tried to dismiss whatever it was that felt amiss but the thought kept on resurfacing. 

"Look Clive, you know Lindi means a lot to me don't you." Peter said seriously, "She's the most loyal friend I could ever have." 

"She certainly is." Clive agreed, "Look, I know what you're getting at and I just want you to know that you have my solemn vow that I will never be anything less than a true gentleman towards her. I've not known her very long but she's... she's become very special to me. I promise you I'll look after her." 

"You'd better!" Peter said jovially with a slight grin and a sip of wine. On the inside however, his statement was meant with nothing less than the utmost of seriousness. 

"And besides, I mean look at her - she's bloody gorgeous!!" Clive replied, "The looks of a goddess and tits to simply die for!!" 

Saturday May 8th, 2010 - 11:10pm 

Lindi and Peter stood before the front door to her flat. Clive had bade them all farewell some time earlier back at the restaurant, whilst Alison and Becky had retired for the evening themselves just after dessert. 

"So, what do you think of him?" Lindi asked. 

"Clive? He erm... he seems nice enough I guess." Peter replied. 

"I hope the two of you can get along together." Lindi said as she let herself in, "He's such a nice guy. Coming in for a coffee?" 

"Um... sure." Peter said and followed her inside. 

"I erm... I hope you don't mind but I've booked something for us that you might enjoy. I thought that, what with everything you've been through lately, you might need something to blow away the cobwebs." Lindi said as Peter followed her into the kitchen. 

Peter noticed a couple of broken mugs on the worktop. 

"Had an accident?" He said, nodding towards the shattered remains of the drinking vessels. 

Lindi said nothing, but her face coloured in a blush of embarrassment. She turned and took something out of one of the drawers. 

"Here." She said as she handed it to Peter. 

"Plane tickets?" He said in surprise, "To America??" 

"We are going to the coaster capital of the world baby!!" Lindi exclaimed enthusiastically. 

They had always wanted to take their obsession with roller coasters further afield from the UK and the few trips they had made to other theme parks around Europe. To them, The States was the Holy Grail of roller coaster destinations. The tickets were dated for the last week in August. 

"I... I don't know what to say!" Peter said. Instead he hugged her tightly. 

"Just say you'll come with us!" Lindi replied. 

"Us?" Peter asked. 

"Clive's coming along too." Lindi said as she broke their embrace, "He's sort of paying for it you see." 

"Well, that's really nice of him but..." 

"I know! Isn't he generous?!" Lindi beamed. 

Peter wasn't sure what to make of it. 

"Look Lindi." Peter said, "You seem to be besotted with this Clive fellow. I... I just want you to be careful okay." 

"Careful?" Lindi replied. 

"Careful that you don't get hurt." Peter said, "I mean I'm sure he's a great guy and all..." 

"He is great." Lindi said defensively. 

"But just try not to let him take advantage of you or anything, okay? I mean, what if he isn't everything he seems? I wouldn't want anything bad to happen to you like it happened to me - you mean too much to me for me to want to see you end up getting hurt." 

Lindi sighed heavily. 

"I know... you're right, as always." She said eventually, "I don't know what I'd do without you to look out for me." 

"Ditto." Peter said, "Now c'mere you!" And he gathered her up into a warm and friendly hug. 

"So, do I have your 'blessing', to continue seeing Clive?" 

"Of course you do you silly girl!" Peter said with a little chuckle in his voice, "It's your life, live it however you want. Just remember, I'll always be here for you." 

"And I'll always be here for you too, Peter." 

Wednesday May 12th, 2010 - 6:18pm 

Lindi was preparing herself for a midweek date with Clive. They were going to the local cinema to see the Alfred Hitchcock film North By Northwest, a part of their 'cultural exchange'. She stopped by in Peter's flat to make sure he was okay and to let him know where she was going and when she expected to get back. She found him in his kitchen with drawings and paperwork and his laptop covering every inch of his table. He had thrown himself back into his work - making up for lost time on one of his more lucrative contracts. 

"Have a nice time." He said as he saw her off with a peck on the cheek, "And make sure he treats you right y'hear!" 

Clive was waiting for her outside the building. He ushered her into his car, a Mercedes E-Class, and together they headed off towards the small cinema in the town centre. 

"You ought to come over to my studio." Clive said as he drove along the street, "You could model for me." 

"Me? Model for you?" She replied. 

"Sure! You're beautiful - you'd look absolutely stunning!" Clive grinned. 

"You really think so?" Lindi asked. 

"Of course!" 

"What sort of photos would you do of me?" Lindi enquired. 

"Nothing dirty if that's what you're afraid of." Clive chuckled, "No, just some shots of you in some nice clothes, that sort of thing. Unless of course you'd like to do something a bit more adventurous! And even then it'd only be really tasteful stuff." 

Lindi of course knew what he meant. He meant about her posing nude for him. She didn't find that notion too distasteful, in fact she found the very thought of it somewhat exciting. But logic told her she had to be cautious and not to rush into anything. 

"I'll erm... I'll think about it okay." Lindi replied. 

Friday May 21st 2010 - 6:48pm 

It had been a tough week at work for Peter - catching up with all the projects and contracts that he had missed out on during his enforced absence - but finally the weekend was here. He decided that tonight was going to be a boy's night in. Just himself, his games console, a six-pack of lager, a mountain of tortilla chips and a gory horror film on DVD for later. He decided to indulge himself in an orgy of all the things he had missed out on during his time in prison - and boy, was he in the mood for it! 

Saturday May 22nd 2010 - 12:13am 

Several hours, four cans of lager, numerous online races on his favourite racing game, as many tortilla chips as his stomach could comfortably accommodate, and one gory, yet still very sexy DVD later, Peter felt a sense of contentment that had been denied him so long. He was positively revelling in being a total slob for the evening! But now he felt a familiar itch that needed to be scratched. 

The DVD - a French horror film (very badly dubbed into English) was about a group of young women who stumble across a deserted shack in the middle of a primeval woodland and find themselves being held prisoner by a sadistic psychopath who spends much of the rest of the film forcing himself upon them and then killing them one by one. The whole thing sat uneasily with him, given his recent experience, and he found himself switching it off after a while. He had no desire to see young women being raped, however fictional the situation was. 

Instead he watched an old film he had first seen when he was a teenager, about a knight who rescued a young princess from a medieval dungeon. In his youth the titular young maiden of the film was the sexiest woman he had ever seen and he spent the ensuing 90 minutes watching the film and recalling the days of his youth. 

He had an erection - a very big erection, and it demanded his attention. 

As soon as the final credits rolled on the screen before him, the urgency of his arousal could be denied no longer. Right there on his settee he pulled down his trousers and his pants and grasped hold of his engorged phallus. He was used to feeling the warmth of his erection in his hands but he was taken aback at how hot it felt in his hand. He began to fantasise, as he often did while masturbating, to further enhance his arousal. 

He pictured himself with the young woman from the film - a young French princess called Marianne, whose father had locked her in a dungeon for bringing shame upon him by being seen cavorting in the altogether with one of his most trusted knights. And Peter put himself in the position of that armour-clad warrior, fighting his way through the castle to rescue her and set her free. Together they mounted his trusty steed and escaped into the woods. 

For days and days they travelled across the land, eventually coming across a crystal clear lake high up in the mountains. Sir Peter the knight watched on as the fair maiden removed her clothes in order to bathe in the clear blue waters of the tarn. Her skin was as soft as gossamer and as translucent as tissue paper; her hair was a bright blonde that seemed to radiate sunshine. Her blonde locks, as perfectly straight as though they had been ironed flat, ran down the entire length of her back, terminating just above her soft and beautifully luscious buttocks. She looked back at him, wordlessly inviting him to join her in the water. Sir Peter began to tear off his armour and all of his clothes until he stood as naked as she. Whereas her entry into the water was nothing less than grace personified, Sir Peter's own entry was fast and enthusiastic, running into the water and then diving down as soon as the water was deep enough. 

He surfaced before her, throwing his head back as he stood face to face with her. He marvelled at her feminine form - so soft and fragile yet so undeniably strong underneath. He took her in his arms, her naked breasts against his chest, and he covered her with kisses. They cavorted and played in the water with naked abandonment, simply enjoying being together in such a beautiful place and free from the oppressive grasp of her father, the king. 

Eventually, Sir Peter gathered his beautiful prize up in his arms and carried her to the shore. He laid her down on the shingle and then stood before her. His erect member standing proud and clearly signalling his intentions to her. She opened her legs, as wide as ever she could and invited him to enter her - the young maiden's vulva glistened in the mountain sunshine with the juices of her arousal. She was ready for him to make a woman of her, to become his possession, to give herself to him totally and unconditionally. To allow him to have his way with her and to be the conduit for his outpouring of masculine sexual power. 

Sir Peter kneeled before his naked maiden and bowed his head before her, bringing his tongue between her legs to lick and to savour and to pay homage to her sacred temple of femininity. His penis meanwhile, a hot staff of unbridled masculinity, pulsed and drooled like a beast waiting to be released and to seek out its prey. 

"Take me Sir Peter." Marianne said breathlessly, her ardour inflamed beyond her tolerance, "I need to feel you inside me!" 




Two Thousand and Ten Ch. 03



"As you wish, your highness." Sir Peter replied. 

And he positioned himself to do as she had ordered him to. 

In an instant, his majestic pillar of maleness split apart her soft vulval lips and invaded her vagina. She shrieked with a momentary rush of pain as her maidenhood was torn in twain, taking her virginity in a rush of blood that oozed out from her. Sir Peter rutted into her as if possessed by the spirit of some medieval monster, causing the young woman to gasp and to scream with a heady mixture of pleasure and pain. 

But this was not to be a coupling intended to satisfy her lust - it was a coupling to satisfy his lust! 

To make her his. To take her and make her into a woman - a woman who would serve him, whom he would dominate over. A woman he would own and who would gratefully serve him for evermore and ask for nothing in return, save for his love and protection from the evils of the world. 

And she gave herself to him enthusiastically, yipping and yelping and calling out to him to come into her and to give her the gift of his seed. It was a gift he was only too happy to give to her. 

With a final, forceful thrust he erupted into her, painting her insides with a white-hot burst of pure male essence. His semen was his gift to her - an offering of worship at the altar of her vagina, his personal sacrifice to her honour. 

Exhausted, Sir Peter collapsed upon the young maiden as they both panted - their exertion at a blissful end. And they kissed, warmly and passionately with the soft waters of the mountain lake lapping gently at their feet. 

Brought back to reality, Peter smiled as he enjoyed his post orgasmic afterglow. He had cum so hard his semen had actually hit him in the face, something that had never happened before! 

He sighed and surveyed the scene around him - there could never be a starker contrast to the fantasy world he had so recently occupied. Empty lager cans were strewn across his coffee table, as were the remains of the huge bag of tortilla chips, his games console controller and his hastily removed trousers and underpants. 

Peter felt wonderful to be alive! 

He stood eventually, removing his semen stained t-shirt to leave him naked, and set about tidying up. He put his soiled clothes straight into the wash and then headed for his bathroom to clean himself up. It was too late at night to shower so he merely washed his face and hands and cleaned his penis of what remained of his ejaculation and then simply headed naked straight for bed. 

It had been a truly successful evening. 

Sunday, May 30th 2010 - 9:05pm 

It was 'Young Lust's' first gig since Peter's release from prison. Lindi of course had resumed her Roadie-ing duties, but she had also been accompanied by Clive, Becky and Alison as well. The turnout had been pretty good; it was standing room only in the Soul Kitchen in the heart of Brighton - it wasn't the biggest of venues in the busy seaside resort, but it had a renowned reputation for live music and a great atmosphere with an enthusiastic crowd of punters. 

An enthusiastic cheer went up when Peter launched into the guitar solo in 'Another Brick in the Wall Part 2', 

"He's bloody good isn't he!" Clive said, trying to make himself heard over the not inconsiderable volume. 

"WHAT??" Lindi yelled in reply. 

"I SAID HE'S BLOODY GOOD!!" Clive bellowed into her ear. 

"HE PRACTICES FOR HOURS!" Lindi replied loudly, "MERCIFULLY THOUGH, HE ONLY FIRES UP HIS AMP WHEN HE REHEARSES WITH THE REST OF THE BAND. AT HOME HE USES A SMALL PRACTICE AMP THAT HE CAN PLUG HEADPHONES INTO!" 

"EVER THE CONSIDERATE NEIGHBOUR EH!?!" Clive answered. 

The final notes of the solo signaled the end of the song and another cheer erupted. 

"Thank you!!" Peter addressed the crowd, "This next song is one of our own - it's a song about going through a harrowing experience and coming out the other side thanks to the help of the best friend a person could ask for - this is for Lindi. It's called 'You help me through the dark times, You bring me to the light', hope you like it!" 

The stage lights went low until the stage was bathed in an ethereal blue glow. The song began with a mournful refrain from Peter's guitar. 

"Did you know anything about this??" Clive asked. 

Lindi just stood there dumfounded - unable to speak. The song started off gently with Peter softly singing the most heartfelt lyrics she had ever heard him sing. The words spoke to her, recanting a story of how a man faced with the darkest time of his life to the point of considering taking his own life, finds solace in the arms of a woman. The lyrics made it clear that this woman was not a lover, but a very good friend. The woman reminds him of all the good things in life; his home, his friends, his children. But most importantly, she reminds him that he is stronger than he thinks he is and that he can withstand the stormy times he is living and that he will make it through. And when he comes out the other side he will be stronger than ever before. 

As the song gradually built and built, the words became ever more personal and Lindi could feel a tear running down her cheek. Eventually, the song reached a crescendo and Peter launched into a soaring guitar solo - the assembled crowd cheered at his skill with the instrument and it was clear from the look on his face that Peter was absolutely loving the reception that his newest song was receiving. 

Lindi was speechless. 

Sunday, May 30th 2010 - 10:35pm 

"You wrote a song for me?" Lindi asked Peter once the band had finished their set following an encore that consisted of "Wish You Were Here", followed by a resounding rendition of "Comfortably Numb". 

"I certainly did." Peter replied as he put his guitar back into its case. 

"It was beautiful!" Lindi said as she unhooked Peter's pedalboard from the rest of his gear, "When did you write it?" 

"In prison." Peter answered, "It was one of the few things that kept me going y'know." 

Lindi mused upon that for a moment. 

"That's amazing." She said eventually, "That you can come up with something so beautiful in such an ugly place. That even in the darkest times when your life looks set to be destroyed, you can still come up with words that reach into the soul and leave one in tears." 

"That was almost poetic!" Peter said with a broad smile, "You ought to consider doing some writing of your own." 

"Nah! There's no way I could ever come up with the things you do." Lindi replied with a smile, "I'll just stick to being the clever one - you can stick to being the creative one!" 

Saturday, June 12th 2010 - 3:35pm 

Lindi had been unsure as to what to wear, but after raiding her drawers she had found a forgotten garment that would be just perfect for the occasion. She had, after some persuasion from Clive, agreed to pay a visit to his photography studio above his shop in the small country town of Swanford, a few miles north of Westborough-on-sea. Clive had talked her into taking part in a modelling session - 'nothing too risqué', he had assured her. 

She felt somewhat flattered that he thought her attractive enough to model for him but at the back of her mind she couldn't help but think that there might be a sexual ulterior motive to his invitation. There was nothing wrong with that, Lindi mused as she laid out her clothes on her bed, after all, their relationship had taken a very intimate turn lately. In fact, Lindi was enjoying her newly resumed sex life enormously - a session with a Rabbit vibrator and a video of a young Greek man was all very well, but nothing came anywhere close to the feeling of having sex with a real life man. 

With the thought that a sexual encounter would very likely be on the cards that afternoon, Lindi had decided to wear what she thought was her very sexiest underwear. She had bought them from a small lingerie boutique in London the previous summer whilst on a hen night with one of her friends from work. They were expensive - eye-wateringly so in fact - but all of her fellow revellers had persuaded her to purchase them with hysterically giggling enthusiasm about how devastatingly sexy she would look in them. 

"Wear these..." Jen, the best friend of the bride had said,"...and I guarantee that they'll drive any man crazy! He'll be so besotted with you in these he'll agree to anything you want from him - and I mean, anything! He'll be so hard for you his pants will split part from the strain of containing the erection you'll give him!!" 

"Ba-doinnngg!!" Another of her friends exclaimed in a cartoony manner whilst sticking her index finger out, mimicking the action of a penis standing to attention. 

Much hilarity ensued as the group of women shrieked and giggled, and eventually Lindi decided to throw caution to the wind and buy them. She marvelled at how expensive such a small amount of material could be - the label in the shop had confirmed that they were her size, but they were simply so tiny that she had to check with the sales assistant in the shop to confirm that she would indeed fit into them. They weighed virtually nothing, and left absolutely nothing to the imagination. 

The matching bra and panty set were as black as the very blackest obsidian and were made of the very finest lace she had ever seen. The knickers were so tiny that Lindi felt that even a mouse would find them too small and the bra promised to make even a man appear to have an ample bosom! 

But she had never worn them - not once. But that was about to change - Lindi would be wearing them today. 

Lindi shrugged off her bathrobe to leave herself naked with a sudden rush of excitement that she always felt when she was nude. She picked up the tiny panties and stepped into them - she was surprised to discover that they fitted her like a glove as she pulled them up onto her hips. But they were indeed so skimpy that she felt as though she might as well still be naked, for all the amount of her that they covered. She took a step back to appraise them in her full-length mirror - the front of them was almost see-through, the delicate pattern of the small patch of lace only just obscured the cleft between her legs. The back part of them consisted of little more than a narrow strap of the same black lace that parted her buttocks and was only just visible as the material disappeared between her cheeks. To her delight she had to agree with the girls - she looked, and felt, amazing in them. Clive would be utterly helpless when he saw her in them! 

The same went for the bra. As she tried it on she marvelled at how comfortable it felt and how well it accentuated her breasts. She had never been a girl with much to be ashamed of in the chest department, but this particular bra seemed to make her already well proportioned mammaries seem even more visually appealing than normal. They didn't make her chest appear any bigger, not that she was that top-heavy in the first place, but it just seemed to hold everything in just such a way as to give the appearance of nothing less than totally symmetrical mammary perfection. 

She felt fantastic!! More feminine and bizarrely, more empowered than she had ever felt before. 

The rest of her choice of clothes was deliberately rather more conservative in comparison - a simple pair of blue denims from a well-known High Street retailer, a plain white t-shirt and a light pink blouse that she wore loose and open. At her feet she wore a rather plain pair of black flat shoes and fairly ordinary socks. She accessorised everything with very simple gold stud earrings and an almost gossamer-thin necklace. A couple of squirts of perfume and she was ready to go. It was a deliberately conservative choice of attire - with the intention of providing Clive with nothing less than a contrast so extreme as to make him weak at the knees with desire for her. 

Saturday, June 12th 2010 - 4:15pm 

Lindi had followed Clive's directions and easily managed to locate the photographic shop above which his studio was located. It was situated halfway along a side street off the town's main market square, just opposite the entrance to the town's abbey church. Having parked her car nearby, Lindi walked up to the shop and approached a sales assistant who directed her upstairs to the top of the building. 

On the third floor landing, a somewhat dark space with no natural light and only a single low-wattage light bulb for illumination, Lindi found herself stood before a green door. A sign on the door announced that it was indeed the studio and so Lindi knocked on the door as Clive had earlier instructed her. Within moments the door opened to reveal Clive, dressed in fairly casual yet still smart attire. 

"Hi Lindi!" He greeted her warmly with a kiss as he ushered her inside, "So glad you could come!" 

She took in the sight of the studio - it was a total contrast from the landing outside the room. It was a lofty double-height space that opened up into the rafters above and in the roof itself were several large skylights that flooded the large room with natural light. A desk and a computer sat in one corner of the room, next to which was a secure looking metal cabinet. Opposite in the other corner was an ornate looking screen which Lindi supposed must be Victorian, or at the very least early 20th century. Next to that was a rack of clothes - Lindi couldn't see exactly what there was on the rack, but what was there looked expensive. A large white backdrop dominated the far wall of the room and several more backdrops could be seen rolled up on a rack above. To either side of the backdrop were several lights and flashes with their distinctive umbrella-like reflectors. To one side of the room a large leather settee occupied another corner of the room and at its very centre was a large tripod, mounted upon which was a very professional looking camera. 

"Well... what do you think?" Clive asked as he closed the door behind them. 

"It's... it's very professional!" Lindi said. 

"So it should be!" Clive replied with a chuckle and locking the door, "The camera alone cost over three grand." He stepped across to the cabinet next to the desk and opened its doors. "And as you can see, I have a few of them!" 

Inside the cabinet, along with various lenses, filters, cleaning equipment and other photographic sundries, were three other identical cameras. 

"Wow - I'm really impressed!" Lindi exclaimed. 

"Can I offer you a glass of something before we get started?" Clive asked. 

"Sure, what have you got?" Lindi replied. 

"I have a nice bottle of Chardonnay with our names on it if you're interested." Clive said as he picked up a bottle and a pair of glasses that he clinked together with a sly wink. 

"Sounds lovely!" Lindi enthused. 

Clive poured them each a generous glass of the chilled golden wine. 

"So... where do we begin?" Lindi asked as she sipped her wine. 

"How do you mean?" Clive enquired. 

"The photo shoot." Lindi said, reminding Clive of why she was really there. 

"Of course." Clive said as he sipped his wine. 

"What did you think I was asking about?" Lindi chuckled. 

"I dunno." Clive said wistfully. "Anyway, erm... yes... photo shoot." 

He set his glass down on the desk and walked over to the rack of clothes. 

"Well now... let me see..." Clive said as he perused the clothes on the rack, he eventually selected a rather glamorous looking blue satin evening dress. "How about this for starters?" 

Linda set down her glass and stepped over to join him, appraising the garment he had selected. She decided he obviously had good taste - the dress looked beautiful. 

"That looks gorgeous!" Lindi gasped as she took the dress from her boyfriend, "But where does a man like you get dresses like this?" 

"I have my sources!" Clive said with a grin, "My cousin, Marina Deloitte is a designer." 

"Marina Deloitte??" Lindi gasped, "She's your cousin?" 

Marina Deloitte was well known amongst followers of fashion as a rising star. Having graduated from a prestigious design school, Marina Deloitte - or Mary Denton, to use her real name - gained employment with a well-known fashion house in Paris. Whilst there, she had developed her style for classically elegant formalwear with a uniquely contemporary twist. Having served her apprenticeship in Paris, she moved back to her native London where she set up her own small boutique in the Notting Hill area. Over the course of the next few years she became quite the darling of the London fashion scene and she had graduated from her little Notting Hill shop into much larger premises in Covent Garden and her most recent collection had wowed the crowds at London fashion week. 

"For my sins, yes." Clive replied, "Believe it or not but she was quite the tomboy in her youth. Hard to imagine that now eh!" 

"Are all these hers?" Lindi asked, casting a glance over the rest of the dresses on the rack. 

"Pretty much, yes." Clive confirmed, "They aren't from her latest collection or anything. In fact they're from two years ago, but she lets me have them for doing stuff like this." 

"Wow!" Lindi enthused, "I'm genuinely star struck!! My boyfriend is Marina Deloitte's cousin!" 

"Wanna try it on?" Clive asked. 

"Is the Pope a catholic?? Of course I want to try it on!" 

Clive smiled warmly. 

"Great! Just slip off your things behind the screen there and come out whenever you're ready." Clive said. He set about making adjustments to the camera and the lighting, "Oh, and there's a few pairs of nice shoes here for you as well, they should go reasonably well with the outfits I've chosen". 

Lindi stepped behind the screen in the corner of the studio - there was a chair for her to put her clothes on and, apart from a couple of full-length mirrors fixed to the walls, there was nothing else. But of course, Lindi thought to herself, what else does there really need to be. She started to undress, beginning with pulling off her jeans. She was a little disappointed that she had to undress behind this screen - she really didn't mind Clive seeing her undressing. But she thought that Clive was trying to be as professional as possible and spare her any embarrassment. She decided she might as well have a little fun and see if she could get him to 'accidentally' see her in her expensive lingerie. Hopefully it would lead to more fun later on. 

She slipped into the expensive dress - it almost, but not quite, fitted her perfectly. She felt more glamorous than she had ever felt in her life, although the shoes were a little high for her liking - she didn't object to wearing high heels but she was always guided by comfort over style when it came to choosing her own footwear. 

"You ready Lindi?" Clive called from behind the camera. 

"Just a second!" Lindi replied - all she needed to do was to touch up her makeup and adjust her hair a little. Once she was satisfied with her appearance she took a deep breath and composed herself before stepping out from behind the screen. 

"Wow!!" Clive exclaimed as he saw her in the dress for the first time, "All I can say is wow! You look amazing Lin!" 

"Thank you - I feel amazing too!" Lindi replied, "So then, where do you want me?" 

"Just here will be absolutely fine." Clive said, pointing to a spot on the floor. 

She stood on the spot Clive had indicated and pretty soon he was snapping away. To begin with, Lindi felt very self-conscious about posing but pretty soon she found herself relaxing into it and she gained in confidence as Clive put her into pose after pose. After about twenty minutes, Clive announced that it was time to try another outfit. This time he selected a vivid red and black number - it too fitted her almost perfectly and together they spent a further twenty minutes posing and snapping away. Lindi felt fantastic - she was living out something she had dreamed of doing ever since she was a little girl - being the star in a glamorous photo shoot.