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Michelle's Story

By: elsol



Michelle's Story: "Alejandro me dijo" By ElSol

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Dedicated to Michelle

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Nobody expected it, least of all me.

I was a freshman scholarship student at a university with an excellent music program and, to my misfortune, a nationally ranked football program. One of my professors, Dr. Smith, sweat blood to get me the scholarship money over an athlete or academic wunder-kid. She was the older sister of my first guitar teacher, and had followed my musical growth with interest.

To stop her nagging, I agreed to perform at the Winter Recital, a quasi-talent show that the Music Department put on every fall semester. I also wanted feel what it was like to be alone in the spotlight. It was the future I had chosen and getting used to the glare seemed a necessary step.

The Recital was a social event at the university. The schedule of performances was printed a month before, and I was the only soloist with freshman in front of their name. Nobody asked why I was awarded the spot; they formed the opinion that best fit their collegiate religion. I guess I was a heretic of the established order to most of my peers; students worked hard for those performance slots, and it must have seemed like I was being given mine.

Walking in the arrogance of a destined future, I made it worse.

I touched my first guitar strings before "Ma-Ma" came out of my mouth. My mother could lay a guitar on the floor and forget me for a morning or afternoon. I looked at the other Recital performers with the arrogance that if our individual practice hours were summed up and compared they would be years in deficit. They cried for toys when they were children; my punishments always involved taking away the guitar.

Puking twice in the half-hour before I performed was not a favorable omen. Professor Smith tried to make light of my clammy, pale skin. 

"I cannot believe that you've never performed in public," she said brushing imagined lint off my shoulder.

"It never seemed important," I replied.

"Not to you!" she said. "Nothing is as important to you as the guitar, but those idiot instructors should have known better."

"One those idiot instructors is your sister," I reminded her.

"Then there's no one that can judge her capacity for being an idiot with more authority!" she said, putting the guitar in my arms.

I felt grounded again and must have looked it because she nodded with confidence. I performed near the beginning of the Recital; Professor Smith wanted me to close the show but was shouted down. I was singing in Spanish to a predominantly Caucasian audience went the argument. I laughed when she cursed about the prejudice of that stupidity since the final soloist was singing from an Italian opera.

They announced my name and even the guitar could not stave off the return of stage fright. I walked towards my fate and nodded to the audience as soon as I was out of the curtain's protective cover. I moved to where the stagehands had placed the bar stool in front of the microphone.

The lights were painfully bright, and I could barely make anyone out. I crooked my neck to the side trying to release the tension. The microphone was too high so I adjusted it with trembling hands. There was a snicker as the silence extended past what an experienced performer would have allowed. I looked behind me at the people who would be accompanying me. They looked bored, which did not bode well. I turned back and squinted my eyes to see if I could make out anyone. One of the lighting technicians took mercy and pulled his light away so it did not shine on me directly.

The silence was broken by feedback when I tried to say hello. There were a couple of laughs, increasing my nervousness. The sound of those laughs nearly cramped my stomach. A line of sweat broke out on my brow, and I cleared my throat nervously.

She saved me that day.

The technician moving the light let me see the audience. Directly in front of me, a few rows back was Samantha Jones, or 'Miss Samantha Jones' as the unprivileged called the captain of the dance squad and Undisputed Campus Goddess. I thought guys would have left behind the concept of an Unattainable Dream in high school, but they talked about her around campus like she was the Hope Diamond.

Knowing who had to be sitting next to her, Samantha Jones centered me. I turned my eyes to her left to look at Michelle Debreau: junior, member of the dance squad, and MY Unattainable.

She was popular with the guys because she liked sports and could laugh about guy things. Unlike Samantha, Michelle looked at people and smiled when they walked by her around campus. I got a dose of that smile everyday of the week because I made sure to be in the dining hall at the same time that she ate.

I looked at Samantha, and then at Michelle.

I had to smile. I always had to smile when I saw 'Miss Michelle Debreau'. I could not see her brown-green eyes, but I knew they would be shining with sympathy. I turned around, looked at the musicians behind me, and waved them off. I didn't need them to accompany for this.

I smiled at Michelle again. She reflected it with a wide one of her own. Our smiles reduced the world to the two of us, at least for me.

I didn't have my own words, but hours of Alejandro had put his inside me.

Alejandro Sanz was Spanish singer-songwriter, who had captivated me with 'Amiga Mía'. The subject matter was the most original I'd ever heard. I bought every one of his albums, and learned every song by soul. 

He gave voice to what I wanted. He gave voice to what I wanted to say to the Dream's handmaiden.

"Y solo se me occurre amarte" (And it only occurs to me to love you)

It began with my guitar. I watched as Michelle leaned forward in the way she did when something captured her attention. I touched the guitar strings lovingly, drawing the music I wanted to give her.

"Yo quiero darte mi alegría, mi guitarra, y mis poesias" (I want to give you my happiness, my guitar, and my lyrics.)

I sang the words to her, for her. She didn't understand a single one, but that was okay. I did not understand all of Alejandro's words either. I hadn't done enough to know what they meant. I felt each word when I was near Michelle though, and that night I found a way to make one part of the song true.

I showed Michelle my soul. It ended with the guitar.

Everyone's silence came into focus. I nodded at the audience and gave Michelle a last smile before I walked off stage. Professor Smith hugged me tightly and kissed my cheeks hard.

"God! You are so fucking beautiful!" she whispered into my ear.

I knew it wasn't me though. I couldn't help smile, when I was near Michelle.

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The details don't matter, not to me.

Samantha Jones was envious of the few minutes that I raised Michelle above her, and even worse because the Winter Recital was such a major social event that I had done it in front of all her friends, so what? 

Michelle's ex-boyfriend was a junior and a hulking brute of a football lineman with jealousy running through his veins like acid, so what? 

The ex had two sycophants who would follow him into hell not realizing that was searing heat they felt, so what?

The important thing was the second night that Michelle and I came together, and fell apart.

She and I became friends. Not friends in public, but friends in the privacy outside the doors of the rest of our lives. She was waiting in her car when I came out of Professor Smith's class a week after the Recital. She smiled and waved me in. I enjoyed the walk through campus, but the invitation was not something I could turn down. She drove to her dorm and led me into her room.

Michelle liked to talk, and I liked to listen to her. She said even if I did not talk back, she felt like I heard what she wanted to say. Those visits to her room ended the same way for two months: my guitar and Alejandro's words.

Our last night, it did not end like that. She was on the floor, and I was sitting on her bed. She took the guitar out of my hands and placed her face close to me. She kissed me, but I was too overwhelmed to kiss her back.

"Kiss me," she encouraged.

She put her lips on mine and I gave her what felt like my first kiss, or what everyone's first kiss should be. She placed her hands on my hips and moved them underneath my t-shirt. She separated our lips and took my t-shirt off.

I was afraid, not stage fright but virgin discomfort. The words Michelle knew me by weren't mine. I could not live up to them skin to skin. I was a boy, too much in love with the guitar to have cared about girls until Michelle. She deserved a man, and that thought almost made me flee.

She stopped me with another kiss. I drowned in the lavender smell of her perfume. I was going to fail, but I had to stay, like I had to smile when I was near her. 

I had to be inside her even if just once.

She popped the buttons of my jeans and tugged on their waistline. I pushed myself up with my arms. She pulled my pants and underwear past my hips. She took my shoes off and finished stripping me. Michelle put her hands on the inside of my thighs and created a space between them for her body. She winked at me and took my hard dick in a gentle grip. She kissed and stroked me slowly.

I could not have held out against the first touch of a foreign hand; the hand I wanted touching me. I groaned, and my eyes felt hot as I failed her.

"It's okay, Miguel," she whispered, and I believed her. "This is exactly what I want."

She tightened her grip and milked the last of the seed from my body. She pulled away and looked at me. She stroked my face with her other hand and touched my lips with hers. Michelle moved downwards, and I thought I was going die.

I did die, more than once, as she licked, kissed, and then took me into her mouth. I wanted to live when she kissed my testicles.

She stood up and looked down at me. I was on my back with my legs off the bed.

"Stay right there," she said.

Oh yeah... like I had somewhere else I wanted to be!

She stepped backwards with a smile on her face that I would have killed to make mine forever. Michelle had a single with its own bathroom; she stepped inside and closed the door. 

I wished I could have watched her. I didn't want Michelle to leave my sight.

I lay my head back and stared at the ceiling. I heard the bathroom door open and looked towards it. Michelle walked to me naked. I got hard and bit my teeth down on each other. I lost focus for a minute as tears formed. I blinked them away and looked at her again. She stood between my legs and touched her nails to my thighs.

"Professor Smith told me what song you sang at the Recital," she said. "I tried to do a word for word translation, and ended up paying to have it translated right. I bought every Alejandro Sanz album so I knew each song you sang to me in the last two months. I paid to have each one that you've sung translated too."

I nodded.

"Are you ready for your first time?" she asked me.

I wondered how she knew, but there was no shame in the fact that she did.

I nodded.

"Good," she said and climbed on the bed, then past me.

She lay down on her back and looked at me. I scrambled up and got between her open legs. She kissed me and took me in her hand. She guided me to her center, and I thrust. She must have winced as I penetrated into dryness. I did not know it wasn't supposed to be like that so I pulled back and thrust harder. I was fully seated inside her before I looked at her again.

Her eyes stopped me. Michelle wasn't feeling what I did, and the desire to flee returned.

"It's okay," she whispered. "There'll be more times. This is for you."

But that wasn't the dream so my body and heart fought over which would control the rest of my life.

"Tan pura la vida y tu" (So pure life and you)

In whispered lyrics, my voice was not deep or dark. It sounded as heartfelt as my heart felt living Alejandro's words for the first time. Michelle opened her legs wider and gripped higher up my body.

Gracias Alejandro, por esa noche. (Thank you Alejandro, for that night.)

It was the unattainable as I sang for us. She pulled me down and I gave her the song with my lips beside her ear. She moaned softly as I finished the first chorus. She moved her hips beneath me. She was wet and warm. I put my forehead on hers and pulled my hips back. She squeezed me hard with her arms as I moved into her.

The song kept me in place. I could not move and sing, so I sang and she moved. She danced beneath me and as the last amarte (to love you) left my lips, I kissed her. She came and I knew... knew it was the first time she had done that with a male inside her. It was in her eyes, the tears and a small part of what I felt when I looked at her around campus.

It didn't make me a man, but it felt like it.

"Your turn," she whispered.

I was lost for a second, my turn for what?

She stroked my hips with her hands, and my sex answered the question. I pulled back and thrust hard into her. There was no dryness, only invitation.

I came inside Michelle.

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I guess the tears that touched both our eyes at one time while we made love meant we cried. We definitely loved, even if not completely. We also laughed afterwards, with each other, about nothing.

I walked out of her dorm feeling alive. I could smell the night air. I'll remember the clean smell of it for the rest of my life.

They jumped me behind the freshman dorm. They pulled me in between the garbage dumpsters, and the two sycophants held my arms as Michelle's ex opened my guitar case. I knew my life was over when he smashed the guitar against one of the dumpsters. It wasn't jealousy in his eyes, but raw hatred. He pulled out a hammer and stroked the head.

"Samantha says you should have sang for her," he told me.

They never proved that Samantha knew exactly what the three were going to do. She admitted egging them on when they told her they wanted to get even for my stealing the football star's girl.

I struggled as they lay my hand down on a garbage can.

"Let's see you play now, asshole!" the ex taunted gleefully as he raised the hammer.

It came down in slow motion. Inch by inch, I watched its path until the pain lanced through my heart.

They shattered my hands.

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'Not Guilty' was my second death at their hands months later.

'Not Guilty' means 'It never happened' when the person it happened to hears them. I never woke up in the hospital. I never screamed at Michelle to get out of my room. I never cried in my mother's arms. I never heard the words 'You'll never play the guitar like you did, Miguel' come out of a doctor's mouth. I never dropped the guitar from the pain.

I never.

I NEVER!!!

"It's over, Miguel," Professor Smith whispered into my ear as she hugged me when the jury spoke those words. "Let it go, sweetheart, please!"

The jury looked at me with pity in their eyes. Later, one of them called it, a 'youthful indiscretion' that had to be looked at in the context of the situation and what was best for everyone's future. The truth was that the boys were a part of a team with hopes of a national championship the next year. It made the crime forgivable, and even my fault in the eyes of some.

Those two words were worse than 'Not Guilty', but I smiled at the television when I heard them. I was young too, and I did not have anything to live for anymore.

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"Hello, Joseph" I said before I threw the bat in the ex-boyfriend's face.

I had been waiting for them inside the weight room by the school stadium. The three of them liked to lift as a group. They did it late enough that there was no one else around so I could watch for Joseph's car from the window.

I counted seconds and opened the door when they were about five feet away. They looked shocked, but Joseph had the reflexes of a star athlete. He caught the bat easily.

He should have been looking low.

My dad looked on my music with masculine distaste and tried to make sure I was not going to turn into a maricon (faggot). He drove me to martial arts classes Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays, and Saturdays. I thought he looked funny sitting among the moms, but never said anything.

The youthfully indiscrete boys had taken me from behind and in numbers, but I had the advantage this time.

The kick was perfect. I had practiced it a thousand times when I decided to be indiscrete. It angled downward and struck at the knee. I hit Joseph with my shin in a kick that would have hurt even if it had struck higher. The human body is so fragile, hands and knees break irreparably with so little pressure.

Joseph went down with a horrendous scream that mirrored the one my throat had produced that night. I took the bat out of his hands and pointed it at the other two. They froze seeing their fate in my hate and rage. I pulled the bat back and hit Joseph with as much of the barrel as I could strike his chest with. His scream died as the air was forced out of his body.

One life for one life: my guitar, a pro-football career. Even Steven, as any kid might say.

The two sycophants turned tail and ran when I looked at them again. I smiled as I threw the bat end over end at the smaller. He tripped and slid a few feet. He tried to get up, but I smashed his jaw with another one of my thousand-times practiced kicks.

He was out.

I looked up and saw the back of the last one. I knew where he was going so I picked up the bat. I walked back to Joseph, who was also out, and took his car keys out of his jacket.

I didn't know how to drive, another unimportant thing compared to my guitar, so Joseph's car was the worst off for my first attempt. Somehow, I made it to the third boy's house before the cops did. I knew he was running to mommy and daddy. They were the ones that paid for the lawyers and the campaign in support of my attackers.

I hit the door at the lock with the bat. It popped open, and I walked inside.

"I've already called the cops!" the father yelled at me. His son was standing behind them.

"Sit down, or I'll kill him instead of just hurting him," I said to the man who had bought his son's innocence.

"Not my baby, please!" his mother pleaded.

I pointed to the sofa and pulled the knife out of my back pocket. The father's eyes showed that at some point he had known right and wrong; he understood they had pushed me too far. I was owed a pair of hands and a guitar, but I was willing to accept a knee, a jaw, and an arm instead. He gathered his wife into his arms and looked away.

"It's time to make a man's decision, Robert," I told the last of my guitar's destroyers.

"I'm going to give you a choice, your head or your arm," I said. "You have to the count of three."

"We didn't mean it!" he begged.

"One!"

"I'm sorry, I didn't know Joseph would go that far," he whispered, echoing Samantha's words.

"Two!"

"Put your arm out, Robert," his father yelled.

"Dad, help me!" the boy cried. "Mommy, please!"

"Three!"

The arm went out automatically as his mind chose life.

I brought the bat down on his elbow.

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"Hello, Miguel" said an instantly recognizable voice as I sat with a cup of tea warming my aching hands at the college coffee shop.

I looked into brown-green eyes.

"Am I disturbing you?" she asked sitting down.

I scanned the room. Her friends were looking at her curiously while she stared at me.

"Hello, Michelle," I said with a sigh. "I thought you would have graduated by now."

I spent three years away hoping I would never see her again.

"I'm attending the School of Medicine," she told me. "My father didn't appreciate the extra year he had to pay for me to take all the requirements, but doctor is a better career choice than professional cheerleader so he did it anyway."


Michelle's Story



The funeral was a very small affair.

Andy was very surprised to see that he and his wife Michelle were the only ones from the cul-de-sac to attend.

Looking about the chapel there were only eight people who had bothered to pay their respects. Andy moved closer to his wife and whispered, "Not a huge turn out by any stretch of the imagination?"

Michelle looked about the chapel and replied quietly, "No you're right, there's not is there," she whispered her reply, "It's sad." 

"We're the only ones from round our way," Andy added still whispering.

"It's not surprising after all the problems they caused," she revealed, "Their son caused a lot of friction over years."

Andy nodded, "They didn't help the situation either."

"No I suppose not but it is a real shame that Mervin has lost his father especially after that dreadful accident."

"Are we going back to their house?" asked Andy.

"We were not invited," replied Michelle, "I don't think I want to anyway. It is going to be a very sombre affair and I don't think I could stand it."

"No, you're probably right. As soon as it's over we'll scoot out."

Michelle nodded and then the service started.

There were no songs sung and the service was extremely short. Within ten minutes, even less by the time the coffin was suddenly moving into the wall, the door automatically opening. Andy stood and watched Mervin as he stood next to his mother. He was wearing a black suit with black tie and white shirt. His mother was in a black dress with a veil over her face, she was sobbing. Mervin though, he was standing upright, straight of back as the coffin disappeared into the wall, the door closing after it and then the curtain closed obscuring the door.

Music from an organ stared playing and people started to leave the chapel.

Andy and Michelle quickly left. It was raining when they got out side, raining hard. They made a dash for their car and got in.

"Christ it sure is bloody raining," Andy said the obvious. He put the key in the ignition and started the car; he put the car into reverse and slowly drove the car out of the parking place.

Mervin and his mother were just coming out of the chapel as they drove past.

The rain came down in a torrent as they drove home. The drive, though short, was in silence and it wasn't until they were home and sat round the kitchen table with a cup of coffee that they spoke.

"I feel sorry for the lad," Andy said sipping his coffee.

"Feel sorry for the whole family after what they have gone through since the accident."

"I never did know what really happened?" Andy said to his wife.

"Don't you remember?" she said surprised, "There was a real fracas over it all even the police were investigated at the time."

"I know all about that side of it but I never really understood how the accident happened."

"He was on his bike; he'd had a row with his then girlfriend. Doing hundred miles an hour through the village, he was. A police car clocked him and gave chase. They chased him all the way across the county until they forced him off the road causing him to smash into a police car."

"I see, well I've got no sympathy for him he was obviously in the wrong."

"Oh there was doubt about that. He was certainly speeding, driving recklessly etc. They would have thrown the book at him as well, probably never driven again if they were to have arrested him."

"So why all the controversy?" asked Andy.

"It all stemmed from a remark by the arresting officer at the time. It caused the press to claim police heavy handedness something Mervin's parents had claimed from day one."

"It all got out of proportion and in the end the police officer resigned while Mervin was lying for seven months in a coma."

"Now he has to have constant care."

"Yes, the accident left part of his brain damaged and they can't determine what except to say that though his body is of a man in his forties his brain has the mental age of a teenager."

"Well it was still his own fault he should never have been travelling at those stupid speeds."

"No one was actually saying he wasn't in the wrong. What they were saying was the Police used tactics that were well over the top but the family never got a penny of compensation."

"I see, well I'm still surprised that no one else went to the funeral."

"Yes well that's for them to say. However, I will say this that the family gave these people round here a lot of trouble. Mervin wasn't the best of people to know ten years ago."

"For a matter of interest how do you know all this?" Andy asked curious.

Michelle smile, "I did a little research of the place before we moved into the house. I was just a little interested in what was happening in the neighbourhood and this story came up. At first I didn't realise that they lived just across the cut."

"Yes I remember then saying when we moved in. They said they had a lot of trouble with some kid trying to wreck the place or something but it all seemed to stop."

"So the neighbours say. Christine is the person to speak too, she and Norman were the first to move into the cul-de-sac as you know they've been living here for some thirty years."

"Well that can all wait for another day I've got to get a move on if I'm going to pick up Lucy from the station."

"You'd better not be late you know what your daughter is like, punctuality is her thing, chucked many a boyfriend because they were late."

"I know, I know." Andy picked up his car keys, went to his wife and gently kissed her, "See you later darling. It's a good hour and half round trip."

"I'll have dinner ready for when you two get back."

Andy and Lucy arrived some three hours later. Lucy is typical eighteen years old who thinks she knows everything and yet knows nothing due to her lack of life experiences. Lucy is Andy and Michelle's youngest, Suzy is their eldest she is at university and will be home for the Easter holidays.

"So what took you so long?" asked Michelle as she began to dish up the dinner.

"Bloody traffic coming out of the airport, they had road works about five miles from the turn off and it was chaos. The traffic must have been five miles long."

"Actually it was an eight mile tailback according to the radio so I took my time in making dinner."

Lucy entered the kitchen with an arm full clothes, "Mum you wouldn't do me a favour would you?" she said sheepishly.

Michelle turned on the sound of her voice. Her eyes widen with surprise at the amount of washing Lucy had brought home with her.

"Christ Lucy where has that lot come from?" asked Michelle as she went to her daughter, took the pile, and let it fall to the floor in front of the washing machine.

"Sorry mum I just didn't get time to go to the laundrette this past week or so."

"I don't know Lucy you always do this to me when you come home for the holidays. You do it at Christmas as well."

Michelle leant over and started putting the dirty clothes into the washing machine.

"So what's for dinner?" asked Lucy.

"I've kept it simple tonight as I knew you were going to be late, bolognaise."

"Nice, you make good bolognaise."

"Yes well, don't you start trying to creep round me now, Lucy Stevens because it won't work?"

Lucy smiled when she saw her mum smiling knowing her mum was just playing. Andy slowly shook his head with a smile of his own. It was at that moment that he suddenly recognised his daughter for what she is. There standing in front of him was the little girl he used to take for walks in the fields all those years ago.

He could remember it as though it were yesterday. He would push Lucy as she sat in her pushchair while Suzy walked along beside her dad. She was a right little chatter box then now she is so shy that she will only speak if you spoke first. She's practically a woman now and has a body to show for it. Suddenly Andy felt very proud of what Michelle and he had brought into this world.

At dinner they sat at the table eating the bolognaise Michelle had made. Andy looked at his youngest daughter to see that she had inherited her mother's looks. She had the same colour eyes and nearly the same colour hair. Her facial features were not quite the same but Lucy's features were just as attractive as her mother's and Andy knew that she would break a few male hearts before she settles down with her man.

"Have you found it fun at college Lucy?" asked Michelle.

"What do you mean mum?"

"You know, have you made friends with other students?"

"I'm not out to party if that's what you mean."

"No I didn't mean that. What I meant was have you met some nice friends. Friends that you go out with and have fun?" her mother said as she twisted spaghetti round her fork.

"I go out, yes mum, but not to party I have a quiet drink with friends and then it's back to work studying."

"Do you have a special male friend?" 

"No mum I'm not interested in that sort of thing."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Andy could feel the tension rising in his wife's voice. He knew Lucy wasn't giving her mum the right answers. Although Lucy is rather conservative, she still feels that her daughters should have a good time whilst at college. Meaning, that Lucy should have male friends. With those male friends, she should keep herself respectable and not throw her body at the first lad that comes along. He certainly didn't want her to throw her life away to some young punk that manages to get into her panties on the first try.

"Having a relationship shouldn't stop you from studying," Michelle added as she finished her dinner.

Lucy looked at her mum her face blushing with mild anger, "Just because I'm in college mum it doesn't mean I need to have a relationship."

"Of course not dear, but it will help with keeping your social life healthy."

"I don't need any of that sort of thing," Lucy snapped back, "It will just get the in my way of my studies 

"You need a healthy social life young lady; you need friends to help you now and in the future."

"Well I have all the friends I need and I will not lower myself to the kind of things that goes on at college. I'm sure you and dad did those things but I will not," Lucy drove home, "And that's the end of it mum."

Michelle, with her mouth gaping, picked up her plate and stood up, "Well you obviously know best my dear. I just hope you know what you're doing." Michelle walked over to the sink taking her plate with her.

Lucy looked at her dad their eyes met and Lucy raised hers in disgust. She twirled spaghetti round her fork and tried to get the food into her mouth but the spaghetti flipped splattering bolognaise sauce over her blouse, "Oh bugger it," she said in anger. 

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The following day Andy was at the station waiting for the train that was bringing home his eldest daughter Suzie. He loved these family gatherings, as it was great to have his daughter's home. He loved the fact that he had a full house and to have some fun with the three women in his life.

He had some time to kill as the train was thirty minutes late. He went across the road and down a side street from the station to his favourite shop. His hobby was model railways and he had been building one in the loft of their home since Suzie was born. He had been going to this model shop for the same length of time and knew the owner Harry Kern. Andy entered the shop to find it busy, well it was Saturday.

He made a beeline for the loco cabinet and started looking at the steam locos displayed on the shelf. He was soon lost within his own world. His train set took precedence to most things and he started to imagine some of the locos running on his layout.

Then he heard, "Cor I wish I had a train set?" The words brought him back to reality and he look to the direction of the voice.

Andy's face showed his shock as he saw a man who was about five foot seven, eight with very little hair. What remained of his hair lay across his head in loose clumps. The skin on one side of his face had drastically dropped leaving his right eye badly exposed and his bottom lip fell away revealing exposed teeth in a horrific way.

Andy found himself gawking at the man's face as he looked expectantly at the locos in the cabinet. He tried to contain his feelings and quickly turned away.

"Come on Mervin we have to hurry or we're going to miss the bus," called a woman from the door.

Mervin made a loud sucking sound as he turned towards his mother, "Coming mum." He stuck out his tongue and wiped away the spittle that had started to run down his chin. He then took one more look at the display and then followed his mother.

Andy looked at his watch to see that he had five minutes to get over to the train station. He left the store and walked back to meet his daughter. Suzie was nearly the splitting image of her mother. She had certainly inherited her mother's looks and build. Their hair was a rich black; Suzie's eyes were a blue green colour while her mothers are blue. 

As he parked his car right outside the entrance, Suzie came out of the station. As soon as she saw her father, that huge smile appeared on her face and Andy was glad to see his eldest. He hadn't seen her for over three months and she looked even more beautiful now than she did then. Maybe it was how she was dressed, but he could have sworn her breasts had grown. Suzie went to her father and hugged him, "Hi daddy, gosh you look great dad," she said surprise on her face, "Have you been working out?"

Andy could feel his daughters breast crush against his chest and he confirmed that his daughter was bigger.

"Nah, it's just your old dad that's all, you know I don't work out."

"Well you look really handsome," she looked at him and then at the buildings surrounding the station, "God, it's good to be back home dad."

"Sounds like you've got a little homesick?" Andy said as he took her suitcase and walked round to the rear of the car. He opened the boot and placed his daughter's case in side. "Get in sweetie y' mum and sister are waiting patiently at home for you."

Suzie smiled and got into the car.

That Easter break was the fastest holiday on record as far as Andy was concerned. One minute he was picking up his daughters from the station, the next he was taking them back. 

They had a lot of fun and Lucy and Michelle never crossed words again as her mother left her to her own thoughts on the matter.

Plans for the summer break didn't go Andy and Michelle's way either. They were hoping that the two girls would spend time with them for a camping trip in the New Forest. However, the girls had other plans. Suzie was going to Italy with a crowd of friends for a History pilgrimage while Lucy's friend Sarah had invited her to her parents place. They own a Scottish castle on the east coast of Scotland. Both Andy and Michelle were shocked at their daughter's response but were happy to see their lives taking a turn for the better. The New Forest didn't have a patch on Italy or even a Scottish Castle.

Lucy couldn't resist the dig at her mother about friends saying, "You don't need to have a relationship with men to have friends mum. Sarah is a good friend and we are both adamant that we will not commit to men until after we have our degrees."

Michelle smiled happily knowing that this is what she wanted to hear from her daughter, "That's exactly what I wanted to hear from you sweetie."

Lucy looked at her mum with surprise, and then smiled realising what her mother was saying. 

The following day after they had left the house was deadly quiet. Moreover, both Andy and Michelle were saddened and missed their daughters dearly.

The following Tuesday Michelle was vacuuming the carpet when she heard the doorbell ring.

Switching off the machine, she headed for the front door as the doorbell rang again. Michelle opened the door and recognised the woman standing on the doorstep.

"Hello Mrs Stevens, I'm sorry to bother you I came round to say thank you for the lovely flowers you sent for my husband's funeral."

Michelle was a bit shocked. 

"They were lovely. Mervin and I really appreciated you and Mr Stevens coming to the service. Not many people came but then we didn't advertise the fact."

"Mrs Farris, you're welcome. Please come in I'll make us a cup of coffee."

Mrs Farris showed surprise, smiled and stepped into the house.

Michelle closed the door and headed down the hall, "Come on into the kitchen Mrs Farris."

There was a mirror on the back of the kitchen door, Michelle saw herself, and Mrs Farris walk towards it and Michelle noticed Mrs Farris was looking at her arse as they went, but what surprised her most was the look of lust on the woman's face.

Michelle opened the door and walked in, "Please sit Mrs Farris, I'll put the kettle on and we can have some coffee."

"Please call me Edna," Edna said as she sat at the table. She looked about the kitchen in wonder; the place was immaculate, clean, tidy, fresh and bright. "You have a lovely home Mrs Stevens." 

Michelle busied herself with the kettle, "Oh thank you, and please call me Michelle," and then prepared two mugs of instant coffee ready for the hot water.

"So Edna how have you been getting on?" asked Michelle as she sat at the table.

"Oh I'm fine thanks. Mervin took it quite bad but he's getting over it now."

Michelle looked at the woman and saw the woman was a lot older than she was and it showed with many wrinkles around the eyes, drooping jowls and a double chin. Edna had breasts that were too large for her bra, which was finding it difficult to support. On top of that, she was in need of some new clothes as the ones she was wearing were well worn and dated. The cardigan she was wearing had a few holes in it and frayed badly at the cuffs. The blouse underneath was supposed to be white but you could see it had lost its lustre and now looked grey. Then she saw the woman staring at her breasts - my God! "I'm glad to hear it Edna, did he suffer?"

"Oh no, not at all," she replied, "It was a heart attack didn't feel a thing so I'm told."

"Well I suppose that was some comfort."

"Look I don't want to paint a pretty picture here Mrs Stevens . . ."

Michelle interrupted, "Please call me Michelle."

"Michelle . . . as I was saying I don't want to paint a pretty picture but that man made life hell for me since Mervin had his accident and I'm glad he's gone."

"Oh!" Michelle gasped at Edna's remark. There must have been some serious problems with them if Edna was prepared to say something so disrespectful.

The kettle clicked off and Michelle got up and made their coffees. "Do you take sugar?"

"Two please," Edna responded. Michelle looked over her shoulder and again saw the woman looking at her legs and arse.

Placing the mugs on the table Michelle asked, "Fancy a biscuit?"

"That'll be nice, haven't had a biscuit for many a year." 

Michelle went to the cupboard and removed the biscuit barrel, turned to return to the table catching Edna quickly turning away.

Michelle returned to her chair, opened the barrel and offered Edna a biscuit.

"Thank you," she said and started eating, "I also came to ask if you could help in any way?"

"Help," Michelle responded curious taking a bite of her biscuit.

"Yes I was wondering if your husband would give my boy some work in the garden over the summer period." Michelle drank some coffee and went on, "I know this is not the best way of doing things but Mervin is getting me down. He needs things to do, keep his mind active."

Michelle was a little shocked but understood Edna's concern, a boy needs things to do. "Well I'm not sure Edna; I will have to speak with Andy to see if there is enough work to keep him occupied."

"Yes of course."

"Is he okay to work? I mean, you know does his disability allow him to work in the garden?" asked Michelle concerned.




Michelle's Story



"Oh don't you let that worry you, he's capable alright," Edna replied taking another biscuit from the barrel.

"In that case why not leave your telephone number and I'll call later today with Andy's answer."

"Don't have a phone," she replied tersely.

"Mobile?" asked Michelle tentatively knowing the answer before she got it.

"Don't have one of those either," she replied drinking her coffee down, "I'll pop round again tomorrow and see what his answer is, is that okay?" Edna finished her coffee.

"Sure that'll be fine Edna."

"Okay, I'll be off then," she said as she stood the chair scrapped across the floor. Michelle stood up and headed for the front door with Edna in tow. She could feel the woman's eye boring into her arse as they walked the hallway. Michelle opened the door and Edna stepped out and turned to look at her host. 

"Thanks for the coffee and biscuits Michelle."

"You're welcome," replied Michelle as she watched this woman blatantly look her over. She saw the lust in her eyes as they undressed her whilst standing on the doorstep.

"Well I'll see you tomorrow then." Edna turned and walked back down the garden path.

Michelle quickly shut the door falling back against it, my god what was all that about! 

Several minutes later Andy returned from town with the timber to build his next project. He entered the house via the backdoor and met Michelle in the kitchen.

"Hi honey," he called as he entered.

"You've been a long time?"

"I met Chris from the club outside the timber yard and had a chat."

"Oh, do you want a drink?"

"No not at the moment thanks. Did I see some woman come from our house just now?"

"Yes that was Mrs Farris."

"Blimey what did we owe that pleasure?" Andy asked as he leant against the worktop.

"Well she came over to thank us for the flowers we sent for the funeral and also for attending," Michelle looked up at the clock , "It's nearly lunchtime do you want a couple of bread rolls for your lunch?"

"Yes fine," replied Andy, "Go on what else did she have to say?"

"She was sort of creepy, strange even."

"What do you mean?" Andy asked.

"Well she didn't stop looking me over. One minute she was looking at my arse and the next my breasts." Michelle exclaimed. Her face was a picture of concern.

"Well I would as well you're a beautiful woman." Andy was smiling.

"I'd expect that from men, not woman."

"I don't see why not, woman like woman as do men. It takes all sorts to make this world of humans."

Michelle gave a weak smile of disdain, "She also asked if you can give Mervin some work round the garden during the summer, what you think?"

"I don't see why not."

"Are you sure; what if he can't do the jobs you give him?" Michelle asked sounding worried.

"I'm sure he'll be okay with mowing the lawns and edging the borders and maybe he'll be okay digging over that patch of ground at the bottom of the garden, something I've been meaning to do for quite some time."

"Well if you're sure then okay," Michelle seemed reluctant.

"You don't really want him here do you?" 

"Well it's just that I don't know how I'll react when I see him?" 

"Okay why don't we have him over only when I'm here that way he can work with me and I can then keep an eye on him," Andy suggested, "What do you think?"

Michelle still looked worried but she seemed to brighten to the idea, "Okay we'll do it your way for now and we'll see how he comes along."

Edna came to the door the following day and Michelle was waiting for her.

"Hello Edna," Michelle said with a smile while holding onto the door. Once again, Michelle could see her eyes were all over her, undressing her. She shivered.

"Did y' ask y' old man about me boy?" she asked expectantly. The look on her face clearly showed she wasn't hopeful.

"I did, he said Mervin was to come over on Saturday at about nine and he will give him some work to do."

Edna seemed to go into shock. She clearly wasn't expecting this, "Oh my lord, why thank you Michelle," Edna finally blustered, "Oh thank you you don't know how grateful I am."

"It's okay Edna just make sure he's here on Saturday nine o' clock."

Michelle was now smiling at the look on Edna's face.

"I will, I will, thank you Mrs Stevens." She said forgetting to use Michelle's first name. She turned on her heels and walked down the garden path to the gate. She turned and waved a huge smile on her face and walked on.

Mervin arrived promptly at nine Saturday morning. He looked petrified as Andy let him in through the front door. They came into the kitchen where Michelle was washing up the breakfast things.

"Hello," he said nervously, "Hello Mrs Steven's." 

They walked passed Michelle and into the garden. Then an awful smell suddenly filled her nostrils. The smell of stale sweat and urine; Michelle put a hand to her nose and immediately got out the air freshener and sprayed the kitchen. God that was dreadful, she said to herself. She watched through the window as Andy took him round the garden showing him what they were going to do.

That Saturday saw Michelle cringe more times than she could ever remember. Every time she looked his way, he was looking back at her. Everywhere she went in the house, she could feel his eyes on her. That eye . . . it made her recoil in revulsion. 

Michelle tried and tried to keep her composure but she was sure she let it slip and accidently showed her disgust. In addition, his body odour was just plain nauseating.

However, the day seemed to go quickly and before she knew it, Mervin was saying goodbye.

Andy closed the door after him and returned to the kitchen where his wife was preparing dinner.

"That lad did well you know," Andy revealed as he sat at the table and took up his cup of coffee.

"That lad is a man," Michelle said mildly annoyed as she could tell Andy had taken a liking to him.

"Only in body; his mind is quite sharp and is eager to learn," he revealed, "He's going to do just fine."

"Is he now?"

"Yes he is. His mind isn't as it should be. The accident had obviously seen to that, he does need supervision but he did a good job, worked hard for his money. £30 pounds this day and age isn't much."

"So you'll let him come back next week then?" She didn't know why but she felt rejected and relieved all at the same time. Michelle was relieved because they were doing something to help and it felt right. Then rejected because she knew Andy had found a new friend albeit once week.

"I don't see why not. What about you?"

"You're the one who worked with him, you should know," she replied.

"Yes, but I saw you watching him and so did Mervin. You made him nervous, hell you made me nervous."

"What do you mean I made him nervous, I didn't go anywhere near him?" She was surprised maybe she didn't mask her feelings as well as she thought.

"While we were down the bottom of the garden, I was explaining what we would be doing next week when he just came straight out with it."

"What did he say?" Michelle asked alarmed.

He said, "Mr Stevens your wife doesn't like me, does she?"

She gasped, "He didn't, oh dear I didn't mean to hurt his feelings I suppose I was just scared," she admitted, "Now I suppose he won't want to come back?"

"He sure does, Michelle. He said he was coming back next week," Andy replied with a smirk, "Said he loved it, the best day of his life. And he especially liked your cake."

"He did?" Michelle said with a smile, "He like my cake did he, well at least he has taste."

Andy's smile grew even wider, "He sure does in more ways than one."

Michelle squirmed in her seat tremendously embarrassed she hadn't given the lad the benefit of the doubt. She just took him as face value and didn't look to see what was underneath. Instead, Michelle ridiculed him because of his deformity.

During the week Mrs Farris knocked on the door, "Hi," Michelle welcomed.

"I'm sorry to disturb you Mrs Stevens but I thought I would just knock and say thank you." The woman in her late fifties with her hair tied back in a ponytail dressed rather plainly, sounded as though she was in a hurry.

"It's Michelle, Edna," Michelle said.

Edna smiled, "Sorry I mean Michelle."

"Thank you?" Michelle asked blankly.

"For having my son over to help with the chores around the garden," she explained. Again she watched the woman stand there looking her up and down. She looked at Michelle with an eye of a sexual predator ogling her body as if Edna was about to ravish it.  

Michelle stood in the doorway unprepared as her eyes roamed over her body checking out her breasts and then her waist and thighs. Edna's eyes seemed to bore into her crotch as if trying to look beyond the shorts she was wearing on this nice sunny day.

"Oh yes, yes that's okay Edna. Would you like to come in," Michelle asked stepping back to give some space, her face flushed with embarrassment at Edna's blatant boldness.

"No, no that's okay I've got to go down to the store for some groceries. It's just that I really appreciate what you're doing, thank you."

Before Michelle could say anything else, Mrs Farris turned and walked away down the path. She watched surprised. As Edna turned away, Michelle noticed that the soles of her shoes were practically non-existent, while her dress looked like it had come from the seventies and that it had seen better days. As she moved to close the door so she felt the dampness in her knickers, my God, she thought, I've become aroused!

For six weeks, Mervin came over at nine in the morning on a Saturday and Andy would take him round the garden, and working with him, got the garden looking immaculate. The front was the envy of the crescent. The lawns looked green and well dressed, while the borders were full of colour.

By the seventh week, the work was drying up and Andy was struggling to keep Mervin occupied.

Although she could argue that she was slowly coming to terms with Mervin, he still scared her. Some of it was to do with his disfigurement but she could see beyond that now.

Now she saw something different and this became a new problem. Whenever he came into the house or was relatively close to her, she felt extremely uncomfortable. He would not take his eyes off her. When she looked his way, he would always be looking back at her as if he knew she was looking. Even when she had her back turned to him, she could feel his eyes burning into her - undressing her. 

Michelle felt violated and was glad that work in the garden was nearly over and he wouldn't have to come over anymore. That was until Andy and Mervin found a common interest - model railways!

For weeks, she subjected herself to the same scenario every time Mervin entered the house. Now he's at our house several times a week. He would nearly always come over just after they'd had dinner, that little tap on the back door grated her nerves and Andy would open for him. 

Mervin was always polite and courteous, he would always say hello and try to chat with her, but she felt revulsion every time she looked at him. However, over the weeks she had learnt to disguise her feelings. The consolation to this was his body odour had improved but he still stank.

Andy on the other hand seemed to put Mervin's disfigurement aside and see him for what he is, a man with the mind of a teenager in a thirty-eight year old body. Michelle really wished she could be the same as Andy but it didn't matter how much she tried she still loathed to see him enter her home. Now, the nights he comes over both of them disappear to play trains. 

Andy and Mervin were in the loft placing more tracks to the board when Mervin, out of the blue said, "Mrs Stevens doesn't like me."

Andy looked up and watched him for a couple of moments as he studied the two pieces of track. "Why do you say that, Mervin?"

"Cos she doesn't speak and she doesn't like looking at me. I think I frighten her?"

"She has a bad time accepting you as you are Mervin. She knows it's not your fault."

"But I like her, Mr Stevens. I think she's a lovely lady. She lets me come into her home, help you with your garden and train set. I like trains."

"You like her a lot then?" asked Andy not sure where this was going. Like many conversations with Mervin, they start but die away as his mind moves quickly onto other topics.

"Oh yeah I really do like her a lot Mr Stevens," he emphasized the word 'really' and Andy could see he meant what he said. However, his voice carried with it overtones of something else and Andy was now curious as to what Mervin had on his mind.

They fell silent as they got on with the job of laying some extra track that was going to make a new siding to a station with a single loco engine shed. Andy was scratch building the shed while Mervin laid the track.

Andy pondered on what he'd said and the way he'd said it. The only conclusion he could come up with was Mervin had the hot's for Michelle. He thought this a bit strange for the lad had the mind of a teenager and he assumed this teenager was looking for new experiences. Girls or women are new involvements and something he wanted to try. But what made him chuckle in side was the mere fact that he'd have no chance with Michelle, Christ even I don't get to lay between her lovely thighs that often.

"Do you have a girlfriend Mervin?" he asked, "Or a girl you like?" He kept the question as light hearted as possible and kept his head down at the same time.

"Nah, but I do like Mrs Stevens," he replied. His voice was sincere as if it was the most natural thing in the world. "My mum said I had a girlfriend once, before my accident. But I don't remember."

"I see do you like looking at the ladies then Mervin?" I asked with a smile.

"Oh yes," he said enthusiastically, "I like looking at the ladies in the magazines. Some of them are really nice."

"What magazines are those then Mervin?"

Mervin looked at me distressed, "I don't know if I should say anything more Mr Stevens, if my mum found out she'd go nuts."

"It's okay Mervin your secret is safe with me. Are you saying you look at nude ladies in Penthouse and other magazines?"

Mervin looked at me still unsure about answering, "I don't know if I should say anymore my mum might find out."

"Well I won't tell her Mervin that's for sure."

"You won't?"

"No I won't."

"Okay then," he went silent looked down at the layout in front of him, "Yes I do I buy them out of my pocket money."

"That's okay Mervin there's nothing wrong in looking at nude ladies."

"There isn't?"

"Well your mum probably won't like it but its ok."

Mervin smiled at me and then went back to work.

"So who's the best woman you've seen either in the magazines or in real life?" Andy asked him and waited for his answer.

"Well I used to like the lady in the sweet shop, her name was Mary."

"Does she not work there anymore?" He asked noting he'd used a past reference.

"Oh yes, but mum has had a few words and they don't speak."

For a second Andy wondered what those words were but he probably won't ever find out. By the way Mervin spoke; Andy didn't think he knew either.

"So what did you like about her?"

"She had a nice face and some real big tits, and her legs were good as well," he replied salaciously.

Andy was shocked at his forthrightness he had assumed Mervin had a schoolboys crush or something of that nature. Now though, Andy thinks Mervin sees him as a friend and thinks he can trust him.

"So Mary had a good body on her then?" Andy asked. He'd been in the said sweet shop and Mary was an attractive woman. Andy wasn't sure but he thinks she's married to the owner.

"Oh yes really nice I would've loved sticking her one."

Now that surprised Andy. Mervin hadn't looked up for ages as he continued to place the track carefully into position and then gently tapped the track pin into the board.

Andy chuckled to himself and asked, "So who have you got on your mind now Mervin. Who would you like to stick it to now?"

He continued with his work, never looking up. Andy could see him hesitate then while placing another piece of track to the board he said, "I would really like to fuck Mrs Stevens." He whispered it as if he were scared of someone hearing him. Then suddenly he looked up, stood up straight, embarrassment covered his face. He looked carefully at me, eyes wide with fear and added, "I'm sorry Mr Stevens I shouldn't have said that. I'd better go home."

To say Andy was dazed was an understatement; he stood there like a lemon with his mouth open. Anger, rage and revenge crashed through his mind all at the same time. He watched Mervin make a hasty exit from the room. Climbed down the ladder and then down the stairs. He heard Michelle talk to him, but didn't hear any response. 

Then Michelle popped her head through the loft hatch. "What's happened, Mervin just flew passed me like a bat out of hell?" she asked sliding a tray of drinks and snacks into the loft.

"I don't really know," he lied, "We were talking about girlfriends. Said he didn't have one now but he did fancy Mary the lady who works in the sweet shop," Andy chuckled, "He said he fancied her and would love to stick her one. He then got all embarrassed got up and walked out.

"You mean Mary Stewart," she said surprised then looked at me seriously, "You didn't make fun of him over it did you?"

"No honestly I didn't. Actually I didn't get a chance I was so shocked by the way he just came out with it that I'd lost my tongue."

"Well he was certainly embarrassed when he saw me."

"He'll be back," he said, "He likes his trains too much." Andy also knew another reason for Mervin wanting to return to their house. For the rest of the evening and later while lying in bed his words were constantly turned over in his mind, 'I'd love to fuck Mrs Stevens', those words were said with conviction and it was obvious that he really did want Michelle.

He was angry now and wanted to kick the shit out of him but as he lay there with these thoughts going through his mind, it suddenly happened. Pictures appeared in his mind with such clarity that he mentally gasped. There in his mind he watched his wife fucking another man, lying on the marital bed, knees raised and her legs wide open and there lying between them lay Mervin pumping away into her body. 

He opened his eyes but the scene didn't change. His mind was still playing back the scene, Mervin was fucking Michelle, and she was letting him. Then she turned to look at him her eyes full of lust and passion as the lad continued to fuck her. "Oh Andy he's fucking me good I'm going to come."

It was then he woke up. It was a dream but the extremely hard erection he had wasn't.

Yes, Mervin did return. It took a week but he returned and got back to work on where he'd left off. For the rest of the summer and well into autumn he would come over to the house after dinner and play with the trains and at weekends, they would work in the garden. 

With Mervin there to help him, he managed to enlarge the layout quite considerably and they soon had several loco's running simultaneously, which was quite exciting, both of them got a kick out of it once it was working.

The next couple of days were a torment for Andy, as he wanted to ask Mervin more about his thoughts on his wife Michelle. He left Mervin alone, never asking him about Michelle in that time. Andy thought it better that he didn't. However, it was hard as he hadn't been able to get the thoughts of it happening out of his mind. Most nights he would lay in bed thinking about Mervin lying between her spread thighs while he pumped his spunk into her cunt. His imagination on occasions went wild and he had to go to the bathroom and give myself some release. However, these thoughts would not go away. It got to the point when one evening whilst they were all in the kitchen drinking tea he watched Mervin get up from the table and go over to the sink and place his cup on the drainer. Michelle was leaning back against the sink with a cup of tea in her hand when his imagination just went haywire.




Michelle's Story



Mervin put his cup down and turned towards Michelle. She looked at him and smiled weakly. His hand went up and cupped her breast and he gently squeezed it. 

"Mervin what are you doing?" she called out looking over at Andy a need for help on her face.

Mervin moved his hand to the other breast and squeezed that one too.

"Stop it Mervin, Andy will you tell him," anger in her voice.

Andy remained quiet.

Mervin then moved in close while Michelle tried to put her drink down and move away. Mervin grabbed her round the waist, spun her round, and at the same time bent her over the sink forcing her arse into his groin.

"Andy, do something," Michelle screamed.

Andy watched as Mervin fumbled with his trousers as he held his wife down over the sink. His cock appeared hard and ready. Then with great skill, Mervin managed to pull her knickers down and thrust his cock up between her arse cheeks. He bent his knees and then slid into his wife's cunt.

"Oh my god he's fucking me. Andy stop him please, he's going to fuck me."

Andy sat and watched Mervin take his wife. He watched him thrust his cock in and out of her wet cunt as she braced herself against the sink. He fucked and fucked her until I saw my wife look back over her shoulder saying, "Oh god he's going to bring me off." Then her legs seem to bend slightly then straighten as her orgasm crashed through her body, "Oh yes, that's so good!"

Then Mervin heaves into her cunt one more time and holds himself there. He growls as his cock throbs within her body ejecting boiling hot spunk in to Michelle's now willing cunt.

They stand there panting as the afterglow of their lust slowly diminishes. Mervin pulls his cock out of her cunt and steps aside. 

With her dress still rucked up across the small of her back and her knickers half way down her thighs she turns towards her husband. Andy sees the hairs of her black muff wet and matted as Mervin's white muck drips from her engorged minge flaps some clinging to her pubic hair before landing in her knickers. Michelle moves and her dress falls back into place while she pulls her knickers back up and straightens her clothing. She turns and looks at her husband. There is a knowing smile on her face while her eyes are burning bright with satisfaction. She went to him and kissed him on the forehead, "That was nice, darling, thank you," she said quietly. Then returned to the sink and started washing the cups. Mervin sat back at the table looking at Andy with a huge grin on his face.

That's how his imagination was and to some extent still is. Yet it was still only his imagination. 

One Saturday afternoon while Michelle was out with friends, both Andy and Mervin were sitting drinking a beer watching a couple of trains go round the track. Work in the garden had finished early so they went up into the loft to work the train set. When Andy asked, "You still got the hot's for my wife Mervin?"

"I'm sorry about what I said Mr Stevens, really, I am," Mervin replied embarrassed.

"That's alright mate, she's hot though isn't she," he pressed, "Well I think so, do you?"

Mervin didn't quite know what to say. Andy had put him on the spot and now he wasn't sure about how to respond. He could see Mervin squirm in his seat as he contemplated walking out but at the same time thought that if he did he wouldn't see the train set again.

Andy really didn't want to put him on the spot for too long so allowing for a short period of silence he then finished his beer and got up to play with the controls for the trains. Andy looked at his watch to see it was just after four thirty. "Time to close the system down Mervin," he said as he reduced the speed on the running trains. Once they had come to a stop, Andy switched the power off and headed for the loft entrance. "Switch the lights out as you come down mate."

Climbing down the ladder, he was quickly on the landing and then heading downstairs for the kitchen. He called back, "I'll put the kettle on for a drink before you go."

By the time, Mervin entered the kitchen the kettle was on and he'd prepared the cups, "Tea or coffee Mervin?"

"Um, no thanks Mr Stevens, I've got some beer left," Mervin replied and sat at the table.

They fell silent for a moment as they waited for the kettle to finish boiling. As it clicked off Andy said, "Michelle, she's hot isn't she?" he asked again as he poured the hot water onto his teabag.

"Yes she is, Mr Stevens."

Andy finished making his drink and placed it on the table. "So you would really like to fuck her would you?" he asked. His hands were shaking with apprehension as he sat, picked up his cup of tea and took a sip of the hot liquid.

Mervin looked scared and embarrassed. He really didn't know what to say, or how to say it. He looked at Andy with fear in his eyes knowing that if he were to say anything to upset him Andy would throw him out and then speak with his mum. 

"It's okay Mervin you say what you want you'll not offend me. And whatever you say will be between us and nobody else."

"I'm not sure Mr Stevens," he paused drinking his tea, "What I said last time was out of order."

"Yes I know Mervin, but we've known each other now for quite some time I'm not going to say anything about what is said here today or any other day. Besides I'd like to know what you think of Michelle."

"You would?" he said surprised.

"Yes of course I would. Why did you tell me you wanted to fuck Michelle?"

Mervin then let loose, "Because she's one sexy lady. I'd love to shove my cock up her."

This was more like it; Andy felt his cock stiffen almost immediately. "Go on tell me."

"Well I'd like to get her on her back so that I can put her legs in the air and slide my cock all the way in. I'd fuck her making sure she came on my cock and then I'd shoot my sperm into her womb and get her up the duff."

"Jesus is that what you want - to get my wife up the duff?" Andy asked excited.

"Yes sir Mr Stevens, I'd keep fucking her until she was."

"And who will look after your baby when it's born?"

"I'd let you do that Mr Stevens I just want to fuck."

"What else would you do?"

"Well I certainly wouldn't let her out of bed much that's for sure. I'd fuck her all the time in fact I'd have my cock up her every hour of the day and night."

Andy could see Mervin was now lost in his own fantasy world. His mind was in a sexual overdrive of lust and desire - and he had one of the hardest erections ever. Just listening to his ranting was enough to excite him to the point of wanting release there and then.

"Does she shave her mound Mr Stevens?" he asked his face a pinkish glow of lust.

Jokingly I replied, "That's for me to know and for you to find out."

"I intend to," he replied seriously, "I hope she has a really hairy bush 'cause if she has I'll go down on her and lick her clit and munch on her minge flaps. She will also suck my cock and drink my spunk." 

He became restless his face had now turned an angry red colour though he certainly wasn't angry. He was constantly moving in his chair when Andy saw that he was sporting an erection, "And when she's up the duff good an proper I'll then fuck her up the shitter until she come's and I'll add my spunk to her turds."

Andy's erection was now throbbing and once Mervin had stopped his schoolboy ranting he asked, "And what plans have you got in place to get Michelle to let you fuck her?"

He looked up and Andy saw his expression drop as he realised it would never happen, "I don't Mr Stevens. It's all a dream. I look at Mrs Stevens and wonder what it would be like to do it and I go home and dream about it."

"Is that what you did with the lady in the shop Mervin?" Andy asked realising that all he was really doing, as most teenagers do, is fantasise.

He sighed and shrugged his shoulders, "Yeah sort of, it was all a misunderstanding."

"What was?"

"Well, I fancied her something rotten and I get to thinking that she wanted it. However, I got it wrong, "Mervin spoke with his eyes cast down, "She was just nice and friendly that's all."

"What happened?" asked Andy his curiosity getting the better of him.

Well I don't know if I should say any more Mr Stevens. I don't want to get into trouble. It was bad enough then I don't want it to start all over again."

"Hey Mervin, we're friends aren't we. Have I repeated anything you've told me in the past?"

"No you haven't."

"Well come on out with it you can't stop now," Andy was eager to learn what happened.

"I'm not supposed to say anything Mr Stevens my mum made me promise."

"I see, well you know I can keep a promise. I've not said anything to anybody about what you said about the dirty magazines or what you want to do to my wife so you can trust me Mervin."

"I know but . . ."

"Come on Mervin what happened?"

"Well okay, but you've got to promise that you'll not tell a soul about it."

"I promise Mervin," Andy's enthusiasm spilled over, as he desired to know what Mervin had done with Mary.

"Cross your heart and hope to die."

Andy crossed his heart, "Cross my heart and hope to die."

"Okay, I went to the shop just as it was about to close for half day. Mary was there and told me that she was stocktaking today. I asked her where Tom, her husband was, she said he had to go to a business meeting with the bank.

I helped her with some of the counting. We talked a lot and I told her that I like her a lot. She said she liked me. Mary wasn't frightened of my face as Mrs Stevens is. I told her I liked her more than a lot and she looked at me and smiled. I went to her and cuddled her, she felt nice and soft, warm even but most of all she smelt wonderful. As I cuddled her, I put my hand on her tit. It was soft and squashy but it was the very first tit I'd touched except for my mums and I got a hard on straight away.

Then Mary went crazy and started yelling at me to stop and go away. She hit me across the face and it hurt. She kept pushing me until she had me out of the shop and I never saw her again.

When mum found out, she went crazy too. Mum never let me out for over a month. She called me a pervert at first and when we finally sat and talked about it she realised that it was all a misunderstanding and that Mary was just being nice to me and nothing more."

Andy sat stunned. He didn't know what to say at first as he thought over what Mervin had attempted to do. Give full credit for trying to get into Mary's knickers but once again, like all teenagers they get it wrong. "Mervin you have nothing to worry about me telling anyone, your secret is safe with me."

"Thanks Mr Stevens."

"You're welcome," Andy replied still wanting to know more. His lust wanted to know all the gory details if there are any, "So you were all prepared to fuck Mary a Mervin?"

"Yeah I'd dreamt about it for months."

"Did you wank over her?" Andy asked as his mouth went dry.

"All the time," he replied.

"Do you wank thinking about Michelle?"

"Sure, I can't get her out of my mind, I even dream about her."

"What sort of dreams?" asked Andy his heart now thumping hard in his chest while his erection began to throb. He wanted to know - needed to know.

"Well," Mervin moved in his chair putting his arms on the table and leaning forward slightly, "Well I've dreamt that I was on my knees with my head up Mrs Steven's dress as she stands in the living room. I've pulled her knickers to one side and I'm licking her minge flaps. I taste her juice and I want more, she opens her legs a bit and bends her legs at the knee, thrusting her cunt into my face. I suck on her clit and she comes off crying out my name. As she orgasms I drink from her hairy hole lapping up her juice."

"Shit Mervin that's some dream!" exclaimed Andy eyes wide with lust.

"You're such a lucky man to have such a beautiful sexy wife Mr Stevens."

"Thanks Mervin, so you still want to slide your cock into my wife do you?"

"I'd do anything to lie between her open thighs."

"You and me both know it's not going to happen now don't we?" spoke Andy his voice full of salaciousness.

"Yes," Mervin said despondently. However, Mervin heard something in Andy's voice he hadn't heard before. The tone was different and he sensed Andy wasn't as dismissive as he was before about fucking his wife. There was a hint of something else, an expectation, a want, Mervin looked into Andy's eyes, and his teenage mind saw the lust in them and something else that he wasn't sure about, something he'd seen in Mary's eyes and he certainly wasn't going down that road again.

Shaking, Andy finished his coffee, "Never mind, Mervin we all have our dreams I have mine too," he said as he still pictured Mervin up under Michelle's dress, "Come on mate drink up you've got to go on home."

Mervin finished his beer, got up, and went to the back door. He turned to look at Andy, "You won't say anything will y' Mr Stevens?"

"As I said Mervin your secret is safe with me, I'll not say anything."

He smiled at me showing all his yellowing decayed teeth and with a slurp opened the back door, he half turned looking over his shoulder saying, "Maybe next time you can tell me your dream Mr Stevens?"

Andy smiled, "Yes maybe."

Mervin then went out closing the door behind him.

As soon as Michelle came home, he took her to bed and fucked her hard and fast with pictures of Mervin and her together. They didn't even have dinner that night as Andy wouldn't let Michelle out of bed.

During mid-October, the weather bought some serious storms that battered the country for several days. The hundred miles an hour winds brought down several trees in the local area. The Steven's garden wasn't exempt. A young tree had been up rooted and fallen over into their garden breaking the fence demolishing the smaller of the two garden sheds. On the Friday Andy had purchased a new fence panel and hired a chainsaw to cut up the young tree. In fact, Andy thought it was great as he had more logs he could burn in their open fire in the lounge. He thought it best to wait for the spring to replace the shed.

Mervin arrived the next day. 

Both of them got on well with the work and just after lunch, Andy received a call to attend the care home where his mother lives. She had fallen ill and was asking for him.

"I'd better go sweetheart," he said sadly looking out of the kitchen window.

"Yes of course you must," Michelle replied concerned, "I hope everything is okay."

"I'll quickly go out and explain to Mervin what I want him to do and then shoot off."

"Okay," said Michelle meekly.

Andy went out into the garden, spoke with Mervin, and went.

Late in the afternoon Mervin entered the kitchen to find Michelle wasn't there. He walked to the kitchen door leading to the hallway and tentatively looked down towards the front door and saw that it was empty. Not knowing what to do Mervin turned worried and called out.

"Hello."

There was no answer but he could hear the TV was on in the lounge. He took a step forward and hesitated. Again, he wasn't sure if he should go any further. Taking a deep breath and sucking up through his exposed teeth, he walked down the hallway to the lounge door. It was open and he could see Michelle on the couch. She was lying on it with her feet up under her. Her arm resting on the arm of the couch with her head in her hand watching a TV programme.

Mervin cleared his throat, "Mrs Stevens?"

Michelle jumped up shocked. She managed to stifle a scream as she stood beside the couch looking at Mervin.

"Hello Mrs Stevens I was wondering . . ."

"Mervin," she gasped.

"Oh, sorry Mrs Stevens I've finished the work Mr Stevens had given me. I wasn't allowed to use the chain saw so I put it away in the big shed out of the way."

"Oh, okay," she said catching her breath, "That's good Mervin well done."

"Is it alright for me to have a drink please?" he asked.

Michelle looked at the man and gently sighed, "Yes of course you can." Quickly she moved passed Mervin and went to the kitchen. She could feel Mervin's eye on her as she walked down the hall. She couldn't see his reflection in the mirror this time, but she knew he was looking at her bum.

In the kitchen she half turned saying, "What would you like Mervin?"

"Um is it alright to have a cup of tea?"

"Okay," she replied and grabbed the kettle. Placed it under the tap and turned on the water.

Mervin stood by the kitchen table watching the mother of two move about preparing the drink. He watched the way she moved and how her pleated skirt sways with the movement of her hips. Then he saw the way her breasts giggled under her blouse. Mervin was awe struck and he felt his cock start to erect.

Michelle turned once she had everything ready and just waiting for the kettle to boil, "Oh, please sit Mervin, you don't have to stand." She smiled warmly and thought she would take this opportunity to see if she could get over her problem with his disfigurement.

Leaning back against the worktop Michelle again smiled warmly at the man with the teenage mind. He must be nearly as old as I am, she thought, but mentally he was a teenager. As he sat there looking away from her she looked at him with a seriousness she hadn't done before. His body was quite lean, skinny even, he was also tall maybe five nine, ten. He towers over her at five foot four inches. Michelle tried to look at his face but he was looking down, "So Mervin, do you like working here with Andy?" she asked trying to make him look at her. She needed to look at him properly for her to accept his disfigurement.

"Yes, very much Mrs Stevens," Mervin replied as he remained looking down.

"What is it you like about working here?" 

"I just like it," he replied then said, "I like trains as well and I like Andy, he's my friend."

The kettle switched off and Michelle made the tea. She passed Mervin his cup and he looked up at her as he took it.

Michelle looked at him and smiled weakly but she held his look and tried to look beyond his defacement. Looking into his eyes, she saw the hurt and sadness and she suddenly felt awkward pretentiousness and then her own snobbishness. She turned away and leant back against the worktop. Picking up her cup of tea, she again faced Mervin. He had returned to looking at the table.

"You've done a good job out in the garden Mervin," she said hoping to coax him into talking to her.

"Thank you Mrs Stevens I have learnt a lot from Andy and he has looked after me. He has allowed me to help him with his train set," he said quietly still looking down at the table.

"You like Andy a lot don't you?" Michelle asked drinking her tea.

"He's my best friend."

"Am I your best friend as well?"

"Not sure," Mervin replied instinctively.

"I would also like to be your best friend Mervin."

"But you don't like me Mrs Stevens?" he retorted looking up.

"I do like you Mervin; it's just that I find it difficult to see beyond your injuries. I have tried hard to see you for what you are and slowly I think I am."

"I like you too Mrs Stevens, I think you're a lovely lady." Again, he looked up at her, looked into her eyes.

"Why thank you Mervin." Michelle replied somewhat shocked at his response. Equally, she was sincere in her reply.

Mervin drank some of his tea. His confidence seemed to rise, as he sat not eight feet from Michelle. He took a sideways glance and saw the rise of her breasts and he smiled to himself.

"You are a pretty lady Mrs Stevens," he said nonchalantly and smiled revealing his yellow teeth and the huge gap where his front teeth should have been.

Michelle was a little shocked and didn't quite know how to answer.

"Mrs Stevens you are actually quite sexy."

"Really, Mervin," Michelle replied and snapped back, "So you're some kind of expert on sexiness?"




Michelle's Story



"Yes, I sure am, I know what I like."

His cockiness didn't entirely convince Michelle. He was bold considering what had happened to him and the way he looks. It's blatantly obvious he will never have a woman by his side. Yet, his disfigurement was probably the reason for his boldness she thought.

"Well I'm flattered Mervin, does that mean we're friends now?" Michelle looked down and saw the small bulge in Mervin's lap realising he was sexually excited.

"Yes, we are friends Mrs Stevens," he said and then added, "I'd like to be more than friends though."

Michelle was pleased with his answer and she felt relieved that she had had this conversation with him. She felt she'd managed to quell her fears about Mervin. She could look at him now and not feel disgusted. Michelle sensed that she'd moved on and she could now accept Mervin as a friend and not the enemy. Yet she still had some doubt. She was still cautious about the man sitting at the table. She still didn't think she could trust him.

"You have to remember Mervin I'm a married woman and therefore out of bounds to other men. Let's just be friends, good friends."

"Okay Mrs Stevens, I think I'd better go now. If Mr Stevens wants me to help him tomorrow then I will."

"Thank you for that Mervin, and thank you for all your help through the summer."

"That's okay Mrs Stevens." Mervin got up from the table and Michelle saw the huge tent in his trousers. Mervin passed the cup to her and she took it. Her eyes roaming from his face to his groin and back again.

"Thanks for the tea," he said and walked up to her. He put his arms around her and pulled her to him. Straight away Michelle felt his erection press up against her belly. Mervin's hand went to her lower back and he pulled her closer making his cock press against his own belly ensuring she felt his cock against her body.

He then broke the embrace and walked away. He was out of the door before Michelle could bring herself out of shock.

Michelle stood there still feeling the pressure on her belly she really didn't know what to do except for placing the cup onto the draining board and then took a deep breath. My god, she thought, what was all that about?

From then on Mervin was a different person. Every time he came over he would always search Michelle out and strike up a conversation, they would talk of trivial things and Michelle was becoming comfortable with his presence. However, she still remembers the lad's excitement poking into her belly, something she hadn't forgotten and had left some unanswered questions that seemed to dwell on her mind.

Should she tell Andy about this? It was rather impertinent of Mervin to do such a thing to a woman and a married woman at that. Because of Andy's concern about his mother, she thought it wise to try to sort it out with Mervin by herself. Besides nothing really happened that she thought she couldn't handle and not bother Andy at all.

One night in late November, Andy again, was called away to see his mum, she'd had a relapse. She had dementia and various other ailments and at eighty-nine very frail. He left immediately leaving Mervin in the loft with the train set and Michelle just about to start her dinner, as she was late home from visiting her friend. She put the dinner in the microwave and set the timer then decided to have a shower.

As she climbed the stairs to her bedroom, she saw Mervin coming down from the loft. 

"Hi Mervin," she said as stepped onto the landing.

"Hello Mrs Stevens," he replied, "Mr Stevens has had to go out."

"Yes I know Mervin, his mum has taken ill again and he's gone to see her."

Mervin nodded, "I hope she'll be okay."

"Well she is very old Mervin and she's very frail."

"I see how old is Mr Stevens' mum?"

"Oh she's eighty-nine coming on ninety."

"Blimey that is old isn't it?"

"Yes Mervin it is. Now you'll have to excuse me while I go and have a shower. My dinner is in the microwave warming up so I will have to hurry otherwise it'll get cold again."

"Well I think I'll go and get a drink and go home. I have done what Mr Stevens has asked me to do and as we can't turn the power on just yet so I can't do anything else."

"Okay Mervin, that's probably the best as I have no idea when Andy will return." She smiles at him and then went into her bedroom closing the door behind her.

Mervin watched her go and was about to go down stairs when he saw Michelle's bedroom door click back open. Suddenly Mervin's mind went into overdrive. Could he look inside?

I might see her naked body. Will she see me?

He looked at the door and watched it move gentle back and forth. Behind that door was his fantasy. The thing that has made him masturbate every night since he first met her. He'd dreamt of an opportunity like this and he now had it, should he take it? All he had to do was gently push the door open enough to get his head round and watch her undress.

His heart was frantically beating in his chest as he took a step forward and then another. Then he was there standing close to the wooden door that separated him from his dreams. Maybe she was waiting for him to make this move. Waiting, lying on her bed with her legs open, for him to entre and fuck her.

His fingers gently touched the gloss paint of the door and pushed.

He gulped as the door swung open, drawl was running down his chin and he suppressed the need to slurp it back up as the sound would have given him away. Yet more saliva ran down his chin and neck.

As the door opened, he heard the rustling sound of clothes. She was undressing; slowly he moved his head towards the door. Pictures of her body in various stages of undress flashed up in his mind and it felt as if his heart was about to explode out of his chest. He'd seen naked woman in magazines before, but to see a woman in the flesh would be outstanding. Yet to see Mrs Stevens naked or even in her underwear would be a dream come true.

Mervin could feel the blood rushing to his head as his heartbeat hurt his chest. He moved his head further, his forehead touching the white gloss paint that covered the door.

Mervin could now see part of the room but no Michelle. The rustling sound of clothing was louder as the door opened wider. Just a little further and I'll be able to get my head through, he thought.

Again, he stifled the need to slurp up his drawl. The angle of his head was allowing the drawl to drip onto the floor.

Mervin was now on a mission, his mind set to complete the task he'd set himself. He needed to see her one way or the other. The door moved that little bit more and his head passed through the gap and he looked into the room.

He saw the dressing table with the mirror on it and he could partially see Michelle standing on the far side of the room. He turned his head further round causing the door to open a fraction more and there she was.

Michelle was standing with her back to the door, her blouse off wearing a blue bra. Like light hitting a piece of film, the picture burnt into his brain. For now though, the sight he saw made his cock grow. A tent in his trouser was like Mount Everest and his heart hurt even more as it pumped his excitement around his body.

He watched Michelle pull the zip down on the back of her skirt and let it fall to her feet. She stepped back out of the bundle of cloth at her feet and bent to pick it up. Mervin marvelled at the sight he saw. The roundness of her bum and the way the material of her knickers stretched to accommodate it. Again, there was another image burnt into his brain. Michelle stood up and started to fold the skirt and as she did he took in her charms memorising her shape, the swell of her breasts the way her body curved down towards her hips, then fill out at her hips, and then down further as her bum rounded down towards her thighs. All these details made more images that his brain filed away, fodder for future fantasies. 

Michelle turned sideways to him and he saw the shape of her breasts encased in there supports. She wasn't big like the woman in the pictures, to Mervin though her breasts were perfection and he would love to see them free as nature intended.

Then Mervin suddenly realised she was still turning and she would see him. He moved quickly but quietly. He was down the stairs in double quick time and run down the hallway to the kitchen where he quickly grabbed a glass, poured out some juice, and topped it up with water. He couldn't hold back any more as he had to slurp up the drawl that had run from his mouth. As he slurped, he sat at the table with his drink pictures of Michelle's body flashing through his mind.

Michelle turned and suddenly noticed the door was open. I shut that, she thought, didn't I?

She stood for a moment unsure, "I did shut it," she spoke aloud.

Michelle went to the door opened it and looked out onto the landing. She saw nobody there. She walked out onto the landing, listening but she heard nothing and saw no indication to say anybody had been there. Turning she went back into the bedroom her foot stepping into a wet patch on the carpet. Automatically she knew there shouldn't be any water there on the carpet. Michelle wiped her foot with her hand and noticed the wet had a different consistency to normal water and it suddenly hit her that Mervin had been spying on her.

My God, she thought as she paced up and down in her bedroom. She sat on the bed. The dirty little git has been spying on me. She looked at her watch and then at the bedside clock. How long is he going to take to drink his drink? Michelle sat there trying to think of what she should do. Call Andy and ask him to come home, no, that's not fair on him especially as his mother was so ill. No, I have to work this out myself. She went into the bathroom locked the door and took a quick shower. Drying herself, she put on a robe and returned to the bedroom. Michelle then went to the wardrobe to find something to wear when she heard Mervin call.

"Mrs Stevens?"

Michelle went to the door and called down to him in reply, "Yes Mervin."

"I'm going now, see you tomorrow night?"

"Okay Mervin, thank you we'll see you tomorrow."

"No problem Mrs Stevens, cheerio," he called back and the house went silent.

Returning to the bed, Michelle sat and waited. She wanted to make sure he'd gone home. Several minutes later, she tightened her robe and went down to the kitchen, looking in the other rooms on the way. She was definitely on her own, she thought.

She went to the back door and locked it. With a sigh she went to the microwave and lifted out her dinner, surprisingly she found it still hot and suddenly found she was hungry.

On the table was a place set out for her plus a cup of coffee. Mervin must have done that she noted. She sat placing her dinner on the table. Why would he do that? Was it guilt or was he being friendly, who knows? 

Picking up the fork, she started to eat her chilli con carne. Maybe she was mistaken she thought as she ate. Maybe he wasn't there at all and she just imagined it. Would he have done something like that, seriously, Michelle would have thought no but who's to say.

Michelle continued to eat, it was tasty and she was enjoying it. The next tasty mouthful her tongue felt a different texture to the sauce she'd made. At first, she didn't make anything of it and swallowed the flavoured meat. She took another mouthful and once again that same texture was there but more of it. Looking down at the food on her plate, she continued to eat while breaking the food up with her fork when she suddenly realised what was in her food. In shock, she swallowed the food in her mouth. Her eyes bulged, as she comprehended what she had eaten.

"The dirty fucking bastard!" she gasped as she stood picking up her plate and throwing the contents on it into the bin. Her mind was a tumult of emotions; she couldn't believe anyone would do that kind of thing. Placing the plate in the sink, she looked back at the bin. Maybe it was something else. 

Michelle returned to the bin and opened it. There was very little in the bin so she picked up a handful of the meat and sauce and looked at it. As she manipulated it in her hand, she could see the gooey mess working into the sauce and she confirmed her suspicions, the only male here in the house that could've done that was Mervin.

"My God I've just eaten his spunk!"

For several days, Michelle deliberated over whether to inform Andy of what happened. She wanted to tell him but didn't want to exasperate his problems with his mother. She was deteriorating quite quickly and the times she'd gone with Andy to see her were quite distressing. Michelle knew he was hurting inside. Andy was the last of her children a car accident had killed another son and daughter many years ago.

Christmas was looming so she thought it better to wait until after the festive season and see how his mother was then. Michelle was sure she could control Mervin if he were to try anything more.

Mervin didn't change; in fact, he made it even more obvious he was interested in bedding Michelle. His eyes never left her, he was constantly looking at her legs and bum and whenever she had to bend over in his vicinity, his eyes seemed to bulge with lust.

Andy saw this and it only solidified his need to see Mervin fuck his wife. His imagination didn't extend any further than Mervin. He didn't imagine his wife with multiple partners or any other man for that matter; all his fantasy scenarios were always with Mervin.

Then one day on the way back from the hospital, Andy had an idea to give Mervin a thrill. As soon as he got home he put the idea into motion but waited until Michelle was about to go to bed.

Michelle had switched off the TV and yawned, "Think I'll go bed," she said to Andy who was reading a book. 

Closing it and placing it on a small table beside the chair, he looked up at his wife. Apprehension fill his mind as he said, "Michelle I'm sorry about all the trips to the hospital and neglecting you."

Michelle sleepily replied, "Hey, don't be silly you have to put your mum first under these conditions, I know that, so don't worry."

"That's the problem I do."

"Well don't, you'd do the same for me when the time comes?"

"Yes of course, that goes without saying," he replied. Then thought, well here goes boom or bust, "However, I was wondering if you could help me?"

"Help you with what, do you want me to give you a break from going to the hospital and visit your mum or something?"

"No nothing like that. I was wondering if while all this is going on that you could remind me what I have at home."

"What do you mean?" Michelle looked perplexed. She had no idea what Andy meant. 

"Well I was wondering," he said tentatively. His mouth went dry causing the words to come out erratically, "Wondering if you'd dress a bit sexier for me. You know short miniskirts, stockings and things."

Michelle suddenly came awake her mind working overtime. Then she smiled amusingly. A sparkle appeared in her eyes as the smile grew. "Is that what you want me to do?"

"It could be fun," he added still unsure.

"Maybe, but what do I get out of it?" she asked still smiling. Andy hadn't asked me to dress for him for years. In fact, she didn't think she could remember the last time she wore stockings. Why, why did he want this now, then it dawned on her. How silly of me, he's feeling so down and melancholy over his mother he needs to know that he is still wanted and loved.

"How about . . ." 

Michelle wouldn't let him finish and said, "Yes of course I will, it'll be fun." Her voice was full of acceptance and she went to him, bent down and kissed him on the forehead. Then looked him in the eyes and smiled.

Andy saw the love and affection for him and he loved her even more. Nevertheless, he also felt a guilty. He put his arms about her and pulled her down onto his lap. Michelle snugged up to him placing her head on his shoulder close to his neck. She felt the warmth of him and his delicious odour.

"You know this will give me an excuse to buy some new clothes, don't you?"

"Yes I know," he replied, "But you have some clothes to wear to go on with don't you?"

"A few but, you'll soon get bored with those."

"Well I don't mind, so long as they are sexy and will have the desired effect."

"And what effect is that?"

"One that'll want me to give you seven and half inches."

Michelle quickly sat up a tingle coming from between her legs. With a lascivious smile on her face she looked at her husband, her face flushed, full of excitement, and whispered, "Will it throb Andy, will it spurt in side me?"

"If you set the mood darling I guarantee it."

Michelle got up from his lap and as she walked towards the door spoke in a very lustful voice, "Good."

Andy sat in the chair. Well that was easy enough, now all I need now is to see Mervin's face when he sees Michelle dressed to kill.

The following evening Andy returned from the hospital. Michelle watched him get out of the car and walk up to the front door. She could see he wasn't very happy his face showed the stress he was under and it told her he hadn't had any good news from the hospital.

Michelle met him at the door and took him into her arms and hugged him she kissed him then said, "I've just got to pop up stairs for a few minutes would you watch the dinner?"

"Sure, what we got?" 

Michelle headed for the stairs, "Nothing spectacular, fried chicken and salad. Oh would you open the wine there's a couple of bottles of Chardonnay in the fridge."

Andy watched her wife bounce up the stairs she was wearing her jeans and some old top realising his wife had forgotten about his request.

His melancholy deepened not only for the fact that his mother was seriously ill but also his wife couldn't manage a simple request.

He went into the kitchen and checked on the chicken then went to the fridge for the bottle of wine. He pulled the cork and with two glasses placed them on the dinner table. Andy returned to the kitchen and turned the chicken over noticing that the meat was cook and ready for serving. He turned to call for Michelle when she walked into the kitchen.

"Wow," gasped Andy as he saw the change his wife had made. Michelle was wearing a soft pink pleated dress, low cut across the breast and short in length in fact very short in length. The hem only managed just half way down her thighs. As she walked towards him, he could see the way the soft material swished with her movements caused the hem of the dress to rise up as she went, revealing more of her thighs.

"You like?" asked Michelle with a huge smile on her face. The thought of his mother very quickly disappeared as he watched his wife switch of the heat to the chicken. "Now you just sit down while I serve dinner and while we eat you can tell me what happened at the hospital."

Andy sat. His eyes never left his wife as she moved about the kitchen. At one point, she bent over to get the colander from the lower cupboard and as her dress rose up her thighs, he could see the tops of her stockings as well as the soft flesh above them, a couple of inches more and he would have seen her knickers. His cock started to rise at the thought his wife was blatantly exhibiting herself to him. 

Then he thought of Mervin! He'd love this.

Andy told Michelle what happened at the hospital stating that there was no change to her condition. However, the doctors did state that if she were to come out of this she would not be the same person. Her Dementia would be ten times worse. 

As soon as dinner was over, they both retired to the lounge with Michelle saying she would wash up later. Just as they sat with the remains of the wine, there was the tap at the back door.

"Damn it," Andy said, "I'd forgot about Mervin coming over tonight." He got up from his chair and headed back to the kitchen.




Michelle's Story



"Can't you send him home tonight Andy, it won't hurt if he misses a night?" suggested Michelle.

"No it's alright I spend an hour with him then send him home. You know how uptight he gets when he can't have his train fix."

"Well don't forget I'm all dressed up for you tonight honey."

"How the hell can I forget that," he said looking at her sitting on the couch. He could see the shortness of her dress and the way it displayed her lovely thighs, "Look at you you're gorgeous." He then turned and entered the kitchen to open the door for Mervin.

"Hello Mr Stevens are we working on the trains tonight?" he said as he entered.

"Sure are Mervin."

"How's your mum?" he asked.

"Not good Mervin, there's no change."

"I'm sorry to hear that Mr Stevens."

"Yes well shall we go on up or would you prefer a drink first?"

"I'll have one later thanks Mr Stevens," Mervin replied anxious to get to the trains.

"Okay I'll just go and see Michelle and let her know what we're up to. I'll meet you up stairs."

"Sure Mr Stevens." Mervin quickly left the kitchen. Andy grabbed another bottle of wine, opened it, and into the lounge.

"Here we are sexy let me top up your glass," Andy said as he entered. 

Michelle looked at him a wry smile on her face, "You're not trying to get me drunk are you?"

"Who me, now why should I want to do that?" he mocked as he poured what was left in the first bottle and then topped it up with the second.

"Is Mervin here?" she asked as she drank from her glass.

"Yes but he'll only be here for a small job on the train set then I'll send him home okay."

"Okay I'll watch some TV while you play trains."

Andy bent down and whispered in her ear, "You are one sexy lady." He kissed her gently on the lips and added, "Keep that pussy warm for me." Looking into her eyes, he saw the lust well up and at the same time felt his cock grow.

"Oh it's warm alright," she replied seductively, "And by the time you return it'll be nice and wet."

With a cheeky smile, Andy left her and went up to the loft where he found Mervin already working to fix a couple of extra points into the layout.

"So how have you been Mervin?" asked Andy as he too set about his task of fitting some lights into a building?

"I'm fine thanks Mr Stevens."

Andy didn't have any reservation about talking to Mervin anymore so he went straight in and asked, "So you managed to figure a way of getting my wife into bed?"

Mervin smiled, "No not yet, but I'm working on it."

"Well best of luck," replied Andy as he wired some small cable into a junction box.

They went quiet for a while and then Mervin unexpectedly said, "Well I suppose you could help me get your Mrs into bed."

"Why would I do that Mervin?" Andy asked slightly shocked. If he thought I was going to make it easy for him, he has another thing coming.

"You could then watch as I fuck her." His statement made Andy's cock jump. Has he managed to work out precisely what I want, he thought, to watch him fuck my wife? 

"Sorry Mervin but you have got to seduce her to get her open her legs. I'm not going to help. If for one moment, she thought I had set her up in any way it would be the end of our marriage and you would never see her again. It would be Mary all over again and I am sure you don't want that?"

Mervin looked over the train set at Andy his mind working as he thought it through. "Your right Mr Stevens I don't want to go through all that trouble again. My mum didn't speak to me for a long time."

"I don't want it either. I certainly don't want to lose my wife that's for sure."

"I understand Mr Stevens," Mervin said despondently, "It's just that I thought you wanted me to fuck your wife?"

"Well, one day maybe Mervin, but now you have got to use your ingenuity to bed her. When you have, you come and tell me what you've done before you do anything else. If you don't do what I ask then you will never see Michelle me or the train set again."

Mervin looked at his friend and realised that he had it all wrong and that he will properly never get to shag Michelle. 

Twenty minutes later Andy said, "I've to go to the bathroom I'll see you in a couple of minutes."

Mervin nodded and went on with his work.

Andy left the loft and went straight to Michelle in the lounge. He found her watching the TV. Her glass in her hand, she'd drunk a good portion of the bottle he'd given. 

"Hey you going to save some of that for me?" he asked as he went to her. He bent down and kissed her on the forehead.

"Well if you don't hurry up I'll drink it all. A girl can't wait for ever," she replied smiling, "So how's it going up there?"

"I'm just about to finish for the night," he said returning the smile.

"Good I could do with a cuddle."

Andy looked at his wife, she was sitting with her legs up on the couch, her dress had fallen back high on her thighs and a lot of stocking top was showing. He walked round the couch the long way to the lounge door and as he looked down at his wife, he could see right up her dress and her white knickers beneath. What a sight he thought, that would certainly get Mervin's blood boiling.

Andy returned to the loft his cock hard down his leg, glad it wasn't tenting his trousers out this time.

"How y' doing Mervin?" Andy asked as he entered.

"Just finished laying the new point Mr Stevens, is there anything else you got for me to do?"

"Nah, I think we'll call it a night. Let's go down and get Michelle to make us a drink."

Mervin's eyes lit up at the mention of her name and he eagerly agreed.

After switching off the power, they both went down to the lounge.

As Andy entered, he could see Michelle hadn't moved, so he immediately made it impossible for Mervin to go anywhere but walk the around the couch. As Mervin went, Andy saw him look down at Michelle. He saw the surprise on the man's face the way his eye bulged at the sight of seeing Michelle's knickers. He was good though for he recovered quickly and managed to make it look as though he'd not seen anything.

Andy's heart was in his mouth as he knew Mervin had seen something more than he ever has with a real woman.

It didn't end there though, Michelle made the whole thing that more exciting. As she saw Mervin come round the couch, she knew she was exposed and tried to manoeuvre her way out of it but all she did was expose more than she expected. As soon as she saw Mervin look down at her, she saw his eyes look up her dress. She bolted upright, swung her legs away only for the heel of her right shoe to catch on the edge of the cushion. This caused her, for a few vital seconds, to sit there with her legs open significantly for Mervin to see all of her stocking thighs and covered crotch. 

Again, Andy saw Mervin's eyes bulge with surprise as his eyes took in the sight before him, Andy thought he could probably see her pubic hairs sticking out from the legs of her knickers, what a sight it must have been for him. Seconds later Michelle had brought her legs together and made herself decent. Andy could see the redness of her face as her embarrassment swept over her. She knew she'd just flashed Mervin her covered sex.

"Hi honey how about a nice cup of coffee for Mervin and me?" asked Andy as he stood behind the couch. Mervin was still standing at the other end of the couch his eyes boring down at Michelle. He was sporting a large bulge in his trousers and was making no effort to cover up.

"On second thoughts, I'll have wine instead. Mervin will have coffee."

Michelle took the opportunity to get out of the room and very quickly left for the kitchen. As the door closed behind her Mervin gave a big sigh and exclaimed, "Wow!" He looked over at Andy his eye still bulging with excitement. Andy's own cock was at full length down his thigh and it took effort not to touch himself. Pouring himself a glass of wine he saw Mervin's self-control was a lot less and Andy watched as he put his hand onto his crotch and started to rub himself through his trousers, "God, Mr Stevens I sure do want to fuck your Mrs, did you see what she just did, she flashed me her cunt; man that was gorgeous. What a sight that was I shall never forget it."

"Control yourself Mervin; you've got to drink your coffee yet. Let's go into the kitchen."

They entered the kitchen and Michelle was busy preparing the drink. She knew they had entered but she wasn't going to look at them. She could still feel her cheeks burning with humiliation. 

Both men sat down with Mervin sitting closest to the back door. The seat backed against the wall but had the view of the whole kitchen.

As he sat, Mervin's eyes never left Michelle's body. He watched her move about the kitchen as she made the coffee, her short dress flapping against her thighs. 

Then Michelle decided to start putting the dishes away from dinner earlier. With the plates and cutlery away, she then picked up a saucepan and went to the end bottom cupboard. Andy's eyes never left Mervin's as his wife bent down, opened the cupboard and placed the pan inside. As she bent so her dress rose up, exposing her thighs then her stocking tops. Although he'd seen more whilst in the lounge, Mervin couldn't get enough of his wife. Twice more she did the same manoeuvre and on the last, she stayed bent over for longer as she manipulated the saucepans to fit properly. Then the kettle clicked off. 

It was then that Andy saw Mervin's arm movement. Shit, he's wanking himself while watching Michelle.

As Michelle stood up and closed the cupboard door Mervin stopped. Michelle made the drink and placed it on the table. She then excused herself and went back into the lounge.

"Jesus, Mr Stevens your wife is fantastic," he said as he slurped on his drink.

Andy noticed his face was red and blotchy with excitement. "Yeah I know."

"Are you going to let me fuck her Mr Stevens?"

"That's up to Michelle you know that."

"I saw her cunt," he said looking into space as he recalled the episode. Spittle ran down his chin, "God it was lovely the only regret was she was wearing knickers," he added before slurping up the drool.

Andy was as excited as Mervin with a cock that was still hard, "Did y' see anything else?"

"Oh yes I saw her flaps hard against her cotton knickers and that muff looks like it could be a complete forest down there," Mervin spoke full of excitement.

He finished off his coffee and then got up. The tent in his trousers was still there with the zipper part way down. This confirmed he'd been wanking while watching his wife. That night Andy pounded his wife into the bed, he just couldn't get enough of her cunt whilst thinking of Mervin looking at her sex.

They didn't see Mervin for the next four weeks; Mrs Farris took him see some relatives before the Christmas break. It was two days before Christmas Eve Mervin nocked on the back door. In those four weeks, Andy's mother had come out of hospital but was now in a different home one that can give the required care she now needed.

Michelle had had it easy since he had been away and most of the past events were, in one way or another, forgotten but not forgiven. Michelle couldn't forget her dinner that night.

Andy opened the back door and Mervin stood there smiling, "Hi Mr Stevens is it alright if I come and help with the train set?"

"Hi Mervin have you had a nice time?" greeted Andy as he let him in.

"No bad, better if I'd stayed here with you guys."

Andy chuckled, "Well I haven't done much to the train set as I waited for you to return so that we can do it together."

"Cool, where's Mrs Stevens?" he asked. Andy noticed the look of expectation on his face.

"She's out tonight I'm afraid, gone to a Christmas Party with some friends."

"Oh," mumbled Mervin disappointed.

"Shall we go up and see what we have got to do. I have a few ideas that might to improve the village scene."

"You have to tell me."

"Sure, let's get up stairs."

For the next couple of hours the two friends worked on the layout with nothing much said except train talk. Mervin broke the silence by asking, "Will Mrs Steven's be home soon, I've really missed her while I've been away?"

"No she won't be home before you get home Mervin, she's partying tonight. She won't be home until after midnight if I'm lucky."

"Oh, will she be dressed up like she was the last time I saw her?"

"Sure will Mervin. She has a different dress on though slightly shorter than the one you saw."

"Did she have stockings on?" he asked almost fearful as his lust welled up within him. He looked up at Andy to see him looking back at him. Mervin smiled weakly as he still couldn't make out Andy's objective in all this, "You don't mind me talking about your wife like this do you?"

"No Mervin I don't."

"Nearly all married men would've kicked me out months ago so why are you allowing this to happen?" asked Mervin. He face was reddish in colour and he was breathing quite fast.

Andy noticed this; also, he saw Mervin was dribbling spit in his excitement and anticipation.

"Well I have my own reasons for allowing this to continue," Andy said, "If you want to talk about my wife that's okay with me. However, I would ensure that you talk about her only to me," Andy suddenly thought about what he'd just said and added, "Have you said anything to anyone what you've seen?"

Suddenly, Mervin blushed.

Andy recognised the look as he'd seen several times before, "Who have you been talking to Mervin?"

Mervin blushed even more as he realised Andy, his friend, had guessed that he had talked about his wife. He looked down at the table and fell silent.

Andy gave him a couple of minutes to answer but Mervin didn't say anything, he just sat there.

"Well Mervin are you going to tell me or do I get you to leave never to return?" said Andy sternly.

Again, Mervin remained looking down at the table. Again, Andy gave him some time to answer. Then Mervin looked up and said, "I'm sorry Mr Stevens but I told my mum."

Andy swallowed hard. Shit, why did he go and do that, thought Andy. Now it was his turn to blush but his was in anger rather embarrassment. What was the lad thinking? 

"What the hell did you do that for Mervin?"

"We were having an argument and it slipped out," he replied desperately, "I didn't mean to say anything, honest Mr Stevens."

"Well you've blown it now haven't you? If your mum were to come here and start asking questions Michelle will go crazy and ban you from the house and gardens forever."

"I'm sorry Mr Stevens, really."

"What did your mother say?" asked Andy now concerned there could be a backlash to all of this. He watched Mervin as he kept rubbing his hands together, a seriously worried look on his face.

"Not a lot she just raised her eyes at me and said not another one. She then asked me what I'd been doing and I said nothing, I hadn't done anything yet. Mum then threatened me saying that if I were to try anything with Mrs Steven she will have me sent away and that I shouldn't try anything as she has been so nice to me and my mum."

Andy was relieved as he thought through what Mervin had said. "What did you actually say to your mum Mervin?"

"We were arguing and in the heat of the moment I said Mrs Stevens treats me better than she does and is a lot prettier."

"And she said?"

"She got angrier with me and made me go to my bedroom. I heard her crying a little while later and I got miserable. I went back down to her and gave her cuddle saying I was sorry for what I said. Mum cheered up after that. We had a quiet chat and asked me to leave Mrs Stevens alone."

"And are you?"

"I said I would so I won't get laid now will I?" he slurped on the spit running from his deformed open mouth sucking it back in and swallowing.

"If that's what you have promised Mervin I suppose so," replied Andy, "but it doesn't stop you from looking though does it."

Mervin thought about what Andy said and after a moment of silence he said, "No suppose not," as a smile formed on his face.

"Are you sure your mum isn't going come round here and ask questions?"

"Nah, I haven't done anything have I. I've only looked and when I did, I got lucky and saw more than Mrs Stevens really wanted to show. No one has made a complaint like they did last time have they?"

"No you're right Mervin," agreed Andy as he again thought through what Mervin had said. He relaxed and thought that maybe everything was okay after all.

"Alright Mervin it must be time for you to go home."

"Yeah okay but can I come back tomorrow?" asked Mervin in desperation, "I don't know what I'll do if I have to sit at home doing nothing again, I think I'd go crazy and have to live in the loony bin."

Andy smiled at his choice of words, "Yes you can come back tomorrow I know you like coming here to play trains."

"Oh thanks Mr Stevens you really are a cool dude and a real pal. I'm really sorry if I upset you I won't do it again."

"That's okay Mervin you run along and I'll see you tomorrow night."

Mervin went to the loft hatch; he turned saying, "Is it still okay to talk about Mrs Stevens Mr Stevens?"

Andy didn't hesitate with his reply, "I'll think about it Mervin, I'll let you know tomorrow okay?"

"Oh, okay then see y' tomorrow bye for now."

Every Christmas there is a party in the cul-de-sac where Andy and Michelle live and each year on Christmas Eve, they hold it at a different house. This year it was Andy and Michelle's home.

The night before Christmas Eve Mervin was busy controlling the trains as they went round the track keeping to the timetable Andy had put together. This was a treat for Mervin, as Andy wouldn't let him run them as on several occasions Mervin had crashed the locos. He allowed him to have a go this night while he watched over him. Looking at Mervin's face Andy could see he was having the time of his life.

"What are you and your mum doing this Christmas Mervin?" asked Andy as he kept an eye on Mervin.

"Nothing Mr Stevens, just staying at home as we normally do," he replied keeping his eyes on the trains.

"Well don't forget you can't come over tomorrow night, as we are having the party."

"Yes Mr Steven you've told me," Mervin brought a train to stop at a station, "When can I come back and play Mr Stevens?"

"The day after Boxing Day Mervin come round about six."

"Okay Mr Stevens."

Andy looked at his watch to see it was nine thirty and thought it best to pack up and close shop for a couple of days.

"Okay then Mervin let's shut down and close up we'll go down and have a drink, a nice cup of coffee."

Mervin powered down on the layout and Andy switched off the main power. Twenty minutes later, they both left the loft and Andy closed the hatch. They went down to the kitchen where they found Michelle preparing the drinks.

Straight away Mervin's eyes were once again glued to her lower body. Michelle had continued to wear short skirts and dresses but not always wearing stockings even though Andy's mother was out of hospital. The sex between them had increased greatly and Andy had found Michelle very receptive to what he asked of her. However, she has become a lot more careful when Mervin is around. Nevertheless, that hasn't stopped Mervin from looking with expectation.

Michelle placed their drinks on the table and she went on into the lounge, she returned carrying a Christmas present from under Christmas tree. She when straight up to Mervin saying, "Here you are Mervin a gift from Andy and me for Christmas."

Andy added, "Yes it's just something to say thank you for your help in the garden over the summer period."

Mervin looked surprised and slightly uncomfortable as he took the gift from Michelle, "Oh, um I haven't got you anything Mrs Stevens."

"That's okay Mervin you don't have to worry about that. We're just grateful of your help and we appreciate it very much."