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(big A2) Are You OK?

By: StoriesFromUK




This is an early story in a series I am half way through writing, descendants of some of the early characters will be in the later stories.

They will be in periods and can be read in any order within a period. 

A is centred around 1980-2010
B is centred around 2000-2030
C is centred around 2020-2050

This is a Sci-fi type story but no space ships (yet), or aliens so Romance is best.

This was influenced by a conversation, all characters fictional, all events fictional.

There are real influences for most characters. And most are composites of multiple people.

All sex scenes are consensual and between people of legal age. I know the scenes are not that great but hopefully are entertaining.

I have deliberately mixed up a few places for the village, the hills would be a fictional outlier of the Cotswolds, the river could be any of that area.




I was very upset, my life was in tatters, my marriage was over, definitely over, the bitch Theresa had an affair, she was pregnant from it, she wanted to be with him, Mr shitty estate agent, I was out. She never wanted a child before, but one wave of that shit's dick and she is carrying. There I was sitting in a pub, nearly 40, new century and all alone. My parents had retired to the coast.

Sex with her was boring, only missionary position, didn't like foreplay, nor oral, even my first time was better, that was just bad. If we had not been married I think I would have left a few years ago.

All I had left with was my car, a newish TD5 Discovery, my personal possessions and a small caravan I bought to live in. I had lost my job, the factory had shut down, I was a production engineer. After the sale of the house, I had enough to survive on for a year or two if I lived cheaply. My car was outside, my caravan on a small local site, and I was nursing a pint of a local brew at the Kings Head.

Why was I here? I grew up in Broadham, but I had not been here for about fifteen years. I moved for work, nothing engineering locally. An attractive woman of roughly my age was watching me with concern and puzzlement. There was something about her, I don't know what, but she reminded me of someone I knew. No wedding ring, so probably not married. A man by the bar mentioned an ex husband, a cheating waste of space she joked back, and that it was good to be back. I think I would like her, I will try to chat to her soon. Why does she appear when I am drawn back?

She was curvy, had wavy dark hair, it looked naturally curly, wire frame glasses, a light scarf around her neck, a denim jacket, she looked at me again. I needed to talk to her. If she was in the same situation as me I could do with a friend. I was sure I knew her from somewhere.

I returned my attention to the pint, and my head suddenly felt very odd, I was light headed, very dizzy, it was throbbing, but it was not the alcohol, I was still on my first pint. I had no idea what it was.

The mystery woman came over to me and spoke. "Are you OK?"

Before I could reply I was standing in a car park next to a motorcycle, I remembered I owned one like it something like ten, fifteen years ago, about a year before I met my ex wife, but this was the actual bike. I was not daydreaming, I was actually there, and my thoughts about the ex were draining. What had happened? What was happening?

"Are you OK?"
"Huh!"
"Mark?"
"Yes, oh Hi." I tried to remember her name, yes got it, Mandy. "Mandy."
"You look a bit lost. You also look upset."
"Yes I was day dreaming a bit."
"You sure?"
"I'm OK, I just felt like my stomach go funny."
"So this is the new bike, it is lovely."
"Thanks, do you want a ride later."
"Yeah. I would love to."

I suddenly twigged what had happened, somehow I had returned to a lost opportunity, prior to the Bitch, I had missed a few chances with women but didn't realise it at the time, sometimes trying to get to know one who was not interested in me, sometimes scaring them off. I knew Mandy about a year prior to the Bitch. Now what had happened? I think I had scared her off, she loved bikes but did not appreciate a large one being ridden hard.

My memories of Theresa were already fading fast.

I bought Mandy a drink, she was bright and cheerful. Nice personality, short in height, about 5'2", shortish dark hair, quite pretty, quite thin. I was not sure how old she was, I think she was a tiny bit younger than me, but she could have been anything from early 20s to mid 30s. She also had a bike, a smallish one, and she liked my new middleweight.

Something kept telling me to not thrash it, I kept below three figure speeds and did not use a lot of throttle, we returned to the club with a smile on her face. Time to play carefully, my inner voice was saying ask her out. Hmm four years since my last girlfriend, I deserve some luck. But why that strange dream about a right bitch.

"That was fun." She said. 
"It was nice with a pillion."

She beamed at me, then lent forwards and gave me a quick peck on the lips.

"Do you want to meet up this Saturday for a day out?" I asked.
"Yes, can I ride pillion?"
"Of course, Wales sound OK?"
"Why not?"

I picked Mandy up from her flat. Our trip out went well, we rode into South Wales, stopped 
near Brecon for our dinner, then I made a suggestion.
"Want to try the seaside?"
"How far do you think?"
"Another hour."
"We won't get back until late then."
"What time do you want to get back?"
Mandy grinned at me. "I'm open, but no later than late Sunday.
"How about Tenby then?"
"Great!"

We rode into Tenby about three O'clock, we found a B&B with vacancies and Mandy said double room. I was a little surprised but very pleased.

We stripped off our leathers, I was wearing jeans and a T shirt underneath them, as was Mandy. We strolled around the town holding hands, we bought ice creams, and we sat on the sand of South Beach kissing. We ate at a pub, and returned to the B&B about 8 O'clock.

I showered first and waited for her in the bed. This was strange, I had known her for a couple of months, thought nice girl, I didn't think she was my type, and that she would not like me, but here I am so let's see where it goes. I mean what do I know?

She walked to the bed, naked, small but perfectly formed, a little nervous, but excitement on her face.

She climbed onto the bed, I was at attention, she took me into her mouth, looking back at me with hungry eyes, and licked the end, she pulled down the skin, the head wet with saliva and pre come.

She let go and scampered up my body impaling herself on my dick, then dropping her body onto mine, her breasts squeezed onto my chest, kissing me deeply invading my mouth with her tongue. I stood no chance, I came almost instantly.

"Oh big boy was over excited, we will have to sort that."
"My sexy girl is too sexy not to fill up."
"You dirty boy!"
Mandy slid off me and took me into her mouth again, she cleaned me up, and gently worked at me until I was no longer sore.
"Big boy is ready sexy girl." I said.
She reimpaled herself on me and then proceeded to fuck my brains out, up down, up down, riding me for all her worth, I counted two orgasms from her, I was nearly there when I could see she was tiring, so I lifted her off, flipped her over and climbed on top of her, pushing myself back into her, I went for it too, pounding into her like our lives depended on it, I could feel myself boiling, Mandy was clenching her muscles around my dick, sending me over the edge followed by her third.

"Well that was great Amanda."
"You were not too shabby."
"I think you have just gone to the top of my list."
"And you. Pity about the first, I should have finished you first, next time I will."
"Don't worry it just got me ready."

We continued to kiss and cuddle, until I recovered again, Mandy was ready and took me straight in. This time I made love to her slowly, every time I got close, stopping to slow down the inevitable, until after half an hour of gentleness we both came. I rolled off her, holding her to keep me in, both of us falling asleep within minutes.

I woke first, it was just starting to get light. Mandy was lying on her back, I thought of a good way to wake her up, I buried under the covers. I gently eased her legs open, kissing her thighs. She started to stir, I kissed her mound, I licked into it, I nibbled on the lips. She woke up, sighing, I suckled on her clit.
"Ah keep doing that." She said.
I massaged it with my tongue, I then licked down to her vagina, sticky from last night still, I returned to her clit, massaging it until she clamped down on my head.
"Oh I have never woken up like that before."
"Ready for another go."
"Oh yes, I'm ready. Lie back."
I lay on my back and Mandy licked and sucked until I was hard as possible, then climbed on straddling me, and putting me in herself, lying flat on me, we kissed as we slowly made love, kneading me, taking our time, enjoying ourselves, slowly bringing ourselves to orgasm.

I was spent, Mandy was tired, but she wanted to get one last one out of me. She was a dirty sexy woman, and took me by surprise. She lifted her leg over my head and settled down on top of me, she took me in her mouth and placed her lady parts by my mouth, I got a mouthful of our juices, but after the shock I got stuck into cleaning her, paying extra attention to her clit. She skilfully cleaned my penis, I rewarded her with a final squirt as she came over me.

"Not much left, I will have to do this first next time." She said.
"Ok, I bag first shower."
"No together!"
"OK lets go."

We showered, ate breakfast then slowly worked our way home, promising to see each other soon.

We saw each other most days, we went on trips every other weekend. I moved into her small flat after a month. We were quite happy, sex was fantastic and regular, she was insatiable. The problem was we were in lust, not love. The relationship fizzled out after three to four months, we had a great time, but we were not really compatible. No animosity, just we didn't love each other. I drifted on for a few months, seeing Mandy a few times a week as a friend with benefits, until she found a new partner, Dave. Then a new woman appeared at the social club, she was called Theresa, she was very interested in me but something was holding me back, Mandy and Dave looked concerned for me. Something clicked in my mind, I knew I had to avoid her, something pushing me to visit Broadham, where I grew up and specifically the Kings Head Inn, I was twenty seven.

I was sitting in the Kings Head, in a state, what do I do? I am in a pub, so have a pint, and sit there moping of course!

Just then the memories of Bitch came in hard, really hard, so that is why I was worried about Theresa. The concerned woman, the previous failure then success with Mandy, the realisation I had more fun with her in a few months than ten years with my ex wife. Suddenly the throbbing, dizziness and oddness set in again, I had an idea now, another missed chance I hope? I remember now, about five minutes then everything slowly fades over an hour.

The pub was suddenly replaced in a blink with a party, it took me a while to reconnect, yes I remember, I lusted after a girl there and I was brushed off, so what was the opportunity?

"Hey Mark! Are you OK?" called a girl.
There it was in my memory, reconnect, reconnect. Kate.
"Kate?"
"You looked all weird then, you OK?"
Kate was a plain young woman, friends with a really sexy girl called Jane.
"Yes I think so."
She came over and sat by me, then it occurred to me, I was so taken on Jane I never noticed that Kate fancied me, we were friends, yet Kate really liked me, the fading memory was the brush off from Jane put Kate off me. So this chance must be Kate, my memories of Theresa and Mandy were fading rapidly.

Kate was really interesting, now I had snapped out of the Jane infatuation I was able to understand her. Same age as me, about three inches shorter, loved wearing short flowery dresses, pretty sandals, long blonde hair, but she gave off a strange impression, she looked really good, but she did not get noticed. I think it was entirely due to Jane overshadowing her.

We chatted all night, until it was time to go, we were both students, and I offered to walk her to her house share. She had a lovely west country accent.

"Do you want a tea or coffee?"
"I would love a tea."
"Great, come in."

I followed her into the house, we walked to the kitchen and she put the kettle on, made the drinks and took me to her room. She switched on a lamp, not the main light, a dim yellow glow filled the room.

I sat on a bean bag, Kate on her bed, I looked at her, you needed to look deep to see her beauty, she hid it so well. We were both a little drunk.

"So how is your course going?"
Kate was studying History. I was studying production engineering.
"Pretty well, but I am glad it is the weekend."
"Tiring?"
"Yeah."
"Your room is nice, better than mine."
"Thanks. Mark, how come you have never asked me out? We are always bumping into each other, nearly two years now, and you don't have anyone."
I thought quickly, Jane was attractive, but I had no chance and for some reason had not considered Kate, even though I should have. She was lovely. But I was shy.
"Because I am shy and awkward around attractive women."
"Really? Why you are quite nice looking and a nice person."
"Girls don't like nice."
"I do."
"You like me?"
"Yes you idiot. Since I first met you."
"You should have said, rather than wasting time."
"It is the man's job to ask."
"That is sexist!" I joked.
"Perhaps I am a bit shy as well, are we only talking like this as we have been drinking?"
"Oh, OK. Kate, will you be my girlfriend?"
"Yes, now come here."

I walked to the bed and sat next to Kate. We kissed, she was lovely and soft.

"Do you want to stay the night?"
I was shocked, happily.
"Yes, of course."
"You haven't had a girlfriend before have you?"
"No, you are my first."
"You will be mine, be careful please."
"I am very nervous."
"I am on the pill, so don't worry."
"OK, do you want the lights off?"
"It is dark enough and perhaps I want to see you."
"Where do we start?"
"Getting our clothes off?"

I gently undid her sandals, she pulled off my boots, Kate lifted her arms and I carefully lifted her dress over my head, she undid my jeans and pulled them off, then pulled my T shirt over my head.

"Is this why you are shy?" She asked as she ran her hands over some acne scarring on my shoulders.
"Yes, I was scared it would scare off a girl."
"Only if they are superficial."
"Which most are."
"I am not."

We were now in underwear, me pants and socks, her bra and panties. Kate pulled off my socks one by one, while I fiddled with her bra. Her breasts were not large, but ever so pert. I kissed one, ever so soft, Kate tingled with pleasure.

She lay back. "Take off my knickers Mark."

I pulled them loose, then took hold of them with my teeth and pulled them down her lovely legs, the fine hair not holding them back, an interesting taste from her pants. Kate almost ripped mine off.

She lay back on the bed again, lifted her knees and spread herself open. 

"I'm ready Mark, make a woman of me."

I climbed on and entered her, I felt a slight resistance then I slid in. She grimaced slightly, then smiled, I held still until she was used to me, then clumsily started to make love. Unfortunately due to the excitement I lasted mere moments, Kate looked sad. 

"Sorry Kate, it was just too nice."
"Never mind, what was it like?"
"Fantastic, for a moment."
"Let's cuddle."

I stayed lying on top of her, cuddling her, kissing her, I could not move due to sensitivity, but after ten minutes of kissing, of exploring mouths with tongues I suddenly realised I was hard. I wiggled, OK. Kate clamped, OK. So I started to make love again. 

"We just never finished." I said.
"It was so nice just lying together kissing."

I continued to gently make love to her, trying to avoid orgasming again, Kate was in ecstasy. I was starting to understand what I was doing, Kate moved around so I would rub her, coming then so quickly I was taken by surprise, and I followed as she finished.

"That was so good Kate."
"It made my head explode!"
"No it is in one piece."
"Will you stay the night?"
"Of course."

We soon fell asleep in each other's arms. I was proud, no longer a virgin and I had taken Kate's.

I awoke to kisses. Kate was kissing me, she looked so pretty first thing in the morning.

"Hi Mark!" She said.
"Uhhh, Hi Kate, sleep well?"
"Very, but I want some fun."
"So do I."

She deftly played with my penis, I was hard in seconds. 

"He is happy to see me!"
"Very happy."
"Lie back and enjoy this."

She climbed onto to me and slid onto her new best friend. From this view she was gorgeous, why did I not see it before?  Her hair framed her face brushing my chest, I played with her breasts, they were nice breasts, not too big, not too small. She was a nice weight she felt light on top of me, and nimble.

Kate carefully raised her bum, and lowering it, making love with me, I hesitate to say fucking me as it was love making, not just sex. She was inexpert but willing, she rode me gently for ten minutes.

"This is so good Kate."
"You fill me up nicely, I love it."
"Back off a little."
"Ok."

She held still until, I had calmed down a bit.

"Ok now."

She smiled and started riding me again, two minutes more she shuddered, clamping down on me, causing me to fill her.

We lay there in post coital bliss for about another twenty minutes before getting up. Kate spoke to me. "I want you to move in, I am sure about it, I really like you."
"OK I am happy as well and you are lovely, I just wish we had got together before."
"I'll get some breakfast, cereal do?"
"That will be fine, I'm going to the loo."

We ate, chatting quietly, drinking mugs of tea. I needed to get back to my room for clean underwear, Kate with me. 

We walked back to my room, Kate insisted I handed in my notice, she was sure it was not a quick fling, I would move my belongings over a couple of trips, I used my 100cc bike. 

I had a spare helmet, it fitted Kate, she was happy to ride on the back.

The rest of the time we were at Poly we shared a room, it saved us money, we had entertainment when we were not studying, and we went to the odd student party together. She was the first girl I got close to as a friend since being a child.

After graduation we found work in the same town, we rented a flat together, we were happy, for now. We were in love.

We were together for five years, longer than some marriages, until we simply grew apart, luckily there were no children, we just were not right for each other, we thought we were, but the spark had gone. We were still friends but no longer lovers. The love had vanished, but friendship remained, it was sad, but it was not there. Kate proved I was capable of love and just needed the right person, she was nearly it, but not quite, something was stopping it, we should have married but neither of us wanted to, we did not know why.

I moved out, Kate wished me luck, she said she was fine, and not to worry, I gave her hug and a last kiss on the cheek.

I moped around for a week, not sure what to do, then I had a flash back to a weird erotic dream about a woman called Mandy, I looked up her details and I was shocked to find she existed. Then a nightmare about a woman call Theresa, she also existed, this scared me, I had dream relationships with two real people.

The memory deep inside me told me where to go, Broadham, especially the pub. I was nursing a pint at the Kings Head, I was twenty five, alone after a five year long relationship. Not especially depressed just a little lonely. I entered that mind state, everything flooded back to me, Mandy, Theresa, the mysterious woman. I felt the throbbing, dizziness and confusion, and suddenly I was walking down a lane, holding the hand of a teenage girl. 


(big A2) Are You OK?



I was confused, then I recognised where I was, the lane was in Broadham, not far from the pub I was in moments ago, it headed to the village church and the wood behind it. It was very quiet, not wide enough for two cars to pass, wide verges with trees, an avenue, then rusty iron fencing, so different to the normal hedges.

I used to play in the wood as a child with my best friend Debbie. I looked at the teenage girl I was walking with, she had curly hair over her shoulders and a sun hat, a long T Shirt and jeans, then it hit me hard, I was a teenage boy. The girl was of course Debbie. So why was I here? No it can't be can it? The girl who moved away when she was fifteen. But it must be, I could not go back any further than that. There was no one else. So it is Debbie. I suppose it makes complete sense, my best friend when growing up, but I am so young, I have reconnected myself fully so yes I am fourteen, she is thirteen. So we have two years to make sure we keep in contact. Suddenly my life with Kate completely faded away, along with the rest of the other lives, only leaving a hint of a dream.

Debbie looked at me with concern on her face. She was so expressive.

"Are you OK? Did you have another of those odd dreams?"
"Yes, I think this is the third."
"What do you think it is?"
"It's a dream, I don't know, but it could be anything. But these seem like a warning."
"How?"
"I need to be careful when choosing a girlfriend."
"Oh, what can you tell?"
"Some nice, some horrid. None of them were you."
"Oh, what are you thinking?"

I had previously told Debbie about the weird dreams about imaginary lives, an unhappy marriage, failing relationships, grown women, me an adult. I found them terrifying, Debbie was supportive, she always was, she has always there for me. She was almost a year younger, she was in the school year below mine. We were both only children. We always sat together on the school bus, we always met up at breaks, we ate dinner together. I supported her when she played for the school hockey team. She came to watch my one match on my years Rugby team. 

We were always round each other's houses, we often stayed for meals as well. We were like the brother and sister neither of us had, except that we never fought. She was almost as tall as me, just an inch shorter, and was very slightly plump, but definitely not fat, just a little padding on her bum and belly. For some reason I enjoyed it when she hugged me.

On a warm summer weekend like today we would go exploring locally. We would walk to the woods, we would do the Circle, the lanes, bridleways and footpaths from Broadham to Broadford and back. We would take a picnic in a rucksack, and ride our bikes on a trip, not that far, about an hour each way. Either to the river where we would then spend the afternoon watching boats and waterfowl, or the hill behind the village looking at the view, playing spot the village, we could just see her house, the river was in the distance about seven miles away. We would then return to one of our homes for tea. 

Sometimes we would spend the weekend on the river with her parents on their cabin cruiser, or camping with my parents by the sea. For holidays Debbie always came with us when we went camping, and I always went with her when her parents went cruising in their boat. We would sit on the bow waving at other craft, looking for Kingfishers. Debbie would scold me when I pulled her swimsuit ties undone. Sometimes we sat next to each other, sometimes she sat between my legs, with my chin on her shoulder, holding her around the waist, it was comforting, we felt safe.

Other times we would just play in our rooms, I had a lot of Meccanno, Debbie Lego, we would race slot cars. We would watch Blue Peter or Magpie. In the winter we made snowmen. We always found things to do.

Some of the other children used to take the Mickey out of us being together all the time, but what is wrong with being best friends with a girl, she was adventurous like me, she was thoughtful, funny, and great company. Some of the comments were silly like 'Hello Mrs Woolcombe.' aimed at Debbie, but some were hurtful, me being called a pansy for playing with girls, Debbie gave them short shrift, reminding them of their own inadequacy. She also annoyed a few other people, I never understood why they found her annoying, she did talk a lot, but she was always interesting. I found it funny.

It was so obvious, I loved Debbie and always had, firstly as a friend, now as a future partner. Even though I was young I wondered if we would marry. Those weird dreams made me think further ahead. I was young, why would I? We had drifted on as friends for a long time, we were close, but that little switch had not yet triggered. I knew what I had to do, it was going to take guts, but I was going to do it. If I wanted a happy life I HAD to do it. I turned, gently pulled her close and kissed Debbie, full, on the lips. She went wide eyed then hugged me, returning the kiss. I was in love.

"I think it was you." I said. "In the first dream, asking if I was OK."
"Really?"
"Yes only a fleeting image. You were a grown up, in your thirties I think, and you asked if I was OK."
"Oh."
"So this leaves an important question Debs."
"Ok, what?"
"Will you be my girlfriend?"
"I already am, we just never called it that."
"I love you Debbie, I think I always have."
"I love you Mark, you have always looked out for me. Like the big brother I never had."

That was the proper start of our relationship. Two teenagers fumbling for the correct words. We held hands with more meaning, not just to keep track of each other, or to protect each other, but because we were holding hands with the person we loved. We sat in the woods behind the church, in our usual spot where we made a den and chatted. Debbie was fallen for me for a while, I just didn't know. The only real changes in our relationship were that we held hands more, and we kissed. 

We still hung out together whenever we could, just as we always did, there was not a day I did not see her. At school the other pupils twigged and the gentle Mickey taking disappeared completely, it was no longer Mark is friends with a girl, it was now Mark has a girl friend

We still took our little weekend day trips, sometimes we would travel further, we would chat all the time, we would hold hands, we would walk to the river rather than cycle, make a whole day of it. As we got older I realised how beautiful she was, her slight plumpness giving her a curvy figure, a really grab able bum. we would find somewhere secluded and kiss and cuddle. It was lovely sitting by the river in the shade of a tree cuddling the one you loved. Our school work improved as we were happy and able to concentrate, we helped each other. We eventually took each other's virginities. We knew we would marry one day. 

We still went on breaks and trips with the parents, sitting on the bow of the boat, Debbie always sat now between my legs, my hands holding her bare stomach. I loved the smell of her. These trips on the cabin cruiser had taught us how to use the boat safely. So one summer week we asked and were allowed to borrow it for a few days, we wanted to go upstream further than we had before. We planned to take two days each way. We took enough food to not need to buy any and enough fuel for the round trip. We would go through five towns. We took turns controlling the boat. We still watched for the wildlife. We needed to get to the third town before mooring for the night.

By leaving at seven we made our stop over point by three, we moored and decided to explore the town. It was small, but pretty, Debbie put a T Shirt on over her bikini. We wandered around, we saw a small jewellers, I bought a silver band for Debbie, she put it on her left hand. We had enough money to have a meal if we wanted, so we ate steak and chips in the garden of a waterside pub overlooking the river.

The rest of the trip went well, we reached the navigable limit early on day three. Then headed downstream back towards home. We enjoyed our trip, our first holiday together without parents, we didn't realise at the time how much we were trusted.

Yes we were happy, until that fateful day Debbie's dad was offered a new job. His new employer was a long way away, up in the North Midlands. There was a huge pay rise, Deb said more or less double but they had to move as a commute was impractical, near on impossible. This was not good for me, nor Debbie, and terrible for her schooling, it was O-level time, the wrong time to change schools.

I was scared. I did not want to lose Debbie, we had to do something. Our parents were friends, they hit it off as soon as Debbie's parents moved to the village. We played together from a young age. Both sets of parents have been happy for us to go off on our adventures. Debbie's parents trusted me. I would look after Debbie and she would stop me doing something silly. So my parents offered a way out, for her education, our relationship was not a factor. They had a spare bedroom, Debbie was welcome to stay with us during the week and see her parents at the weekends and holidays, this suited us for now. Debbie's mum would normally drive down Friday afternoon for a chat with my mum, then take Debbie back to their new home. I normally came along as well, I did not want to be away from her. We split holidays in half, the Midlands were OK but not as nice as where we were. The countryside was just not the same. This worked well for over a year.

Her parents visited for Christmas, her parents had her room, Debbie had to use my room, I slept on a camp bed, so Debbie could have my bed, well they thought I did, but we were VERY quiet, best Christmas ever.

During a visit to her parents I had mentioned my long term intentions, they were happy we would be together, they had known me since I was five. We had been best friends since I was eight. They seemed sure we would end up together. I remember at primary school a boy picking on her, bullying her, I hit him, since then we were inseparable. I was shy, Debbie was a little more outgoing. She then became my best friend rather than just the friend who lived nearest to me.

Not long after her exams I officially asked her to marry me, she accepted instantly, I knew she would. We had already agreed we would marry when I finished further education, I was already doing A Levels and was going to try for a degree in something technical or scientific.

As we got older and now we were young adults over the age of consent I had to bring up a subject with my parents.
"Mum, Dad, there is something I need to talk to you about."
"Yes Mark, go ahead."
"A few things, firstly you know we will marry when we can afford it."
My mum answered. "Yes, but do not ever hurt her. We have always liked Debbie."
"Umm, and now we are adults we want to share a room." I was bright red.
"Hmm, don't see why not, you two have been inseparable since forever. But if you hurt her."
"Hurt her, never, I love her."
"We know you two have been sleeping together. Just keep quiet."
"How long have you known?"
"A long time. Debbie's parents also know."
I was very red, as was Debbie. Yes I did pop into her room but made sure I was back in mine before 
the morning.
"Why didn't anyone mention it?" Debbie asked.
"When have known you a long time, we knew you would either fall out or be together when you hit puberty, you ended up together and stayed together. It is not like Mark has a strange woman each week, or you are grabbing random men, you know each other so well."
"Oh."
"We could not have any more children, we wanted a daughter as well, we could not have one, Debbie is like the daughter we never could have. We love her as well. Her parents love you too."
Debbie smiled, she knew she was always welcome but not that much.
"Barbara and I have both seen the empty pill packets, we know you two are pretty sensible."
"Ok."
"When we offered Debbie the room it was originally supposed to be until she finished school, but you two seemed so happy."
"We are."
"Now go and do what you need to do."
"Great, we will start sorting our rooms now."

My room was slightly bigger, Deb's room had a double bed which used to be used for visitors, we managed to swap over the beds, move a lot of my junk to the other room, and set up my old bedroom as our bed room. No more sneaking off together.

We sat in our new room, it was the opposite end of the house from my parents room. I looked at Debbie, she had grown into a beautiful young woman, curly dark hair cascading over her shoulders, brown eyes, a curvy body with a slight amount of fat, great breasts. She was wearing an embroidered denim jacket over a T Shirt with jeans. She pushed her glasses up her nose and looked back at me.

"Well here we are, our own room."
"I know, it's great, no more sleeping on my own."
"We will have to tell my parents, so we can share there as well."
"Yes, you can tell them. I can't wait until we can have our own place."
"This will do for now."

I moved closer and kissed her, we undressed and lay on the bed. I could appreciate her body even more now. I moved my hand down to her mound, I rubbed it gently, she opened her legs to give me better access.

She was so moist, I found her clit and massaged it, after a minute Debbie whispered.
"Now Mark, enter me."
I lay on top of her and slid in, so warm, so wet. She folded her legs over mine and pinned me into her. We gently made love. I slid into her carefully, I wanted it to last. I loved being in there, now I could be whenever we wanted.

I pulled myself up slightly to rub her clit, her grip on me tightened, she looked at me adoringly, I lay flat on top of her and kissed her, she pushed her tongue into my mouth, found mine and wrestled, I continued gently thrusting into her. Getting murmurs of pleasure from her. She pulled her head back, opened her mouth wide and shook under me, then smiled at me. 

"Oh it is so good, keep going."
"I can't last much longer."
"Ok, I am near again."

She arched her back as I came, filling her, she came just after me, milking me dry. We lay like this for a few minutes, lovingly kissing each other. I remained hard, soon I was able to start again, this time I went faster and harder, I had placed the bed so it would not squeak or hit the wall. We were in ecstasy, Debbie was writhing under me, I was pounding into her, I could feel the familiar boiling, and I came deep within the woman I love.

As she finished milking me, I rolled off, and she cuddled up to me, we fell asleep, the first time together in our own bed, in our own room. We woke for tea, we returned to our room afterwards for the rest of the day.

We still visited the Midlands regularly, once or twice a month. We drove up in my new car, a £100 banger to be honest but it was mine. We were now sharing a room there as well, we were officially engaged, two years now. I was at the local Polytechnic, Debs was working in the village shop, and studying part time. She loved art, and could paint very well.

We went a busy local pub, popular with young people our age. We could chat and enjoy each other's company. I returned from the bar with our drinks to find a loud lad chatting to Debbie, I instantly hated him, Debbie shuddered, I do not know why.

"Go find your own bird mate." He said.
"Huh! I already have and you are talking to her."
"Not now mate."
"Just eff off now and leave my fiancé alone."
"Why should I?"
"Because we want you to, and it is in your best interests. Just go."
"Why?"
"I have been dealing with idiots like you for twelve years, now eff off."
"What about you darling?"
"Go away before I kick you in the nuts!"

He grimaced and sauntered away.

"He gave me the creeps, I do not know why but it really cut into me."
"You OK now?"
"Yes, I'm fine." And she smiled at me.

Another local lad wandered over.
"Sorry about Justin he is a berk, I'm Nige." 
"Hello Nige, I'm Mark and this lovely lady is Debs!"
"Deborah!" Debs called out.
"I have never called you that, it sounds old, either Debbie or Debs."
"Only you call me Debs, hi I'm Debbie."
"So what brings you here?"

We gave a bit of the story, about the move and staying with me, Nige was a good lad, and he introduced his girlfriend Alison.

We never did realise why we hated Justin, he was a berk, but pretty stupid, gift of the gab, not evil, but we made good friends with Nige and Alison. It made visiting Debbie's parents more interesting.

One evening I was waiting in bed for Debs, she was getting a shower, ready for bed. She came into our room, dressing gown on, she dropped it off, so I could admire her beautiful body. She joined me in bed, propped herself up on one arm and started chatting.
"There is one thing we haven't done."
"What's that?"
"Well, umm, I was wondering what it was like up my bum."
"Bum! Wow! Ok sounds different. Won't it be difficult to put it in?"
"Well have a look."

She rolled onto her front. I could see something sticking out of her bum.

"Armpit roll on?"
"Yes, it goes in fine."
"Wow, does it hurt?"
"No, it stretched out nicely. Can you pull it out?"

I took hold and pulled it out, the body was slightly smaller than the rounded cap, it was covered in cling film and Vaseline. There was no poo on it. She flipped back onto her side, checked me.

"Yep, you're ready, on your back."

I rolled onto my back, Debbie covered me in Vaseline, squatted over me, and took me into her arse. It was tight, but nice, she slowly worked her way down, stopping every inch or so to get used to it, I did not think I could get any harder. After a couple of minutes she was sitting on me.

"That was something else."
"Does it hurt?"
"It stung a little but not enough to stop."
"Are you enjoying it?"
"Yes, now lie still and enjoy this."

She put her hand into her slit and started to play with her clit, she also started to ride me, not too fast, nor too slow, just enough to get used to it.

"You OK?"
"Yeah, I fine."
"Ok."

It was pretty tight, it was very erotic, she started speeding up, also deeper, she was in complete control. I was not going to last long, I warned her, she worked harder on her clit. I could feel myself boiling.

"I am cumming!"

She slammed down as deep as possible, I let loose, filling her back passage, just as she brought herself off. She collapsed onto me.

"That was great! How was it for you?"
"Very good, hard work, not sore though!"
"Would you do it again?"
"Oooh yes!"

She pulled of off me, wiped herself with a tissue, then me, then disappeared to the bathroom. I followed to clean up. On our return we were both ready again, I lay back, this time, Debs crouched over my head and lay on top of me, and took my penis into her mouth.

I took hold of her buttocks and steered her to my mouth. I loved the taste of her, I licked the length of her slit, she shuddered, my penis being suckled. I pushed my tongue into her, I pushed a finger into her bum, it was still slippery, I pushed in another and gently fucked her, fingers in her bum and tongue in her vagina. She writhed on top of me, taking me deeper into her mouth.

Debbie lifted her head off me, "My clit, now!", then dropped back onto me, I focused my attention there, licking and suckling the nub while she worked on my willy.

I could feel her getting close, I knew I was. Her juices were flowing, running down my tongue, then a big shudder from her announced her orgasm, sending me off, filling her mouth with my cum. She gently sucked my dry, swallowing it all, then rolling off me, I pulled my fingers from her bum. She rotated round, grabbed a couple of wet wipes, wiped her bum and gave me one for my hand. We kissed for a few minutes neither bothered about the juices, then slowly drifted to sleep.

"Mark! Mark!"
"Uh."
I looked up, Debbie was propped up on one arm again, it was nearly ten pm. 




(big A2) Are You OK?



"It would be rude not to?"
"What?"
"All three in a night."
I woke up fully.
"Sounds good to me!"

I reached down, she was already soaking wet, she opened her legs fully and I lay on top of her. I slid straight into her. We were in that sort of mood, we made love hard and fast, coming together in an explosion of passion. We were now spent, and collapsed to sleep.

For my degree I was originally considering engineering, there was not much locally which required it but I could have the chance to work on jet engines or something equally exciting. But a little nagging voice kept saying IT, IT. I investigated, I found computers were not some strange black box, but that I could program them. I found it easy. So I took information technology at degree level and passed well, back then technical subjects were often taken at Polytechnics rather than Universities. The degree seem quite easy to me, like I already knew it. 

I got a job almost straight away, five miles away at the nearest town, not far at all. My banger of a car was OK for it. I suppose it was a typical young man banger, worn body, lots of repairs, but fine mechanically. 

Maturing insurance schemes, and presents from our parents, supplied enough for a deposit on a house. It was before the mad price rise in housing in the 90's, and the huge rise in countryside prices. We managed to get a decent but pretty tatty house on a reasonable mortgage. A house which would last us, we would need to do it up but that helped with the price. We married and moved in, to start the rest of our lives. Debbie was already pregnant. We were happy, she was my soul mate.


Many years later
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I was in the Kings Head, sitting there, head throbbing, those weird dreams, many years condensed into dream moments, so realistic, just like it had really happened, but it had not. I had to be there, I do not know why but something made me go there. The mysterious women, a right bitch, a biker girl, a girl with a lovely smile, where did they come from?

The door opened and a woman with shoulder length curly brown hair, and a curvy body entered, a girl of about ten following her. My wife came over to me. She flicked her hair out from under her scarf, and pushed her glasses back up her nose. The girl hung back, near the door, watching with concern.

"Are you OK?" She asked. 

The throbbing instantly faded. I looked at her again, Debbie was still attractive, we were happy, we loved each other. She was the only woman I had ever loved.

"Yes I am OK now, but I have had those weird day dreams again. I dreamed I was married to the right bitch who cheated on me, then I dreamed about the biker girl, and then the young woman who was nice. No idea why but it really threw me. It was so realistic, the nightmare really felt like it was over a decade, yet it was moments of real time."

"Definitely the same ones as when you were young?"
"Yes, and so strong as well. Much stronger than before, and the first time since then."
"How old were you in them?"
"Nearly forty in the first."
"And now, you are nearly forty."
"You think it means something?"
"Possibly. Anyway I just knew you were here, something dragged me here. I had to come here and there you are."
"I am so glad I have you to support me."
"Come home now, you need a good cheering up, Mike is back from Uni and is wondering where you are. Emily is worried about her daddy."
"You were definitely in near the end of the first. Wearing the same clothes as now, same hairstyle, but just out from a disastrous marriage, no wedding ring, clearly a bit lonely, and talking to me."
She gulped. "Oh and was it the same when you were young?"
"Yes, I am certain it was you. Perhaps you had a similar dream, but cannot remember?"

We walked to our home, one hand in Debbie's, one in Emily's. Parked on the drive was the same car from the first dream, even the number plate was the same, weird I thought, but why not, use something real, but why was it the same as before, when I was young, when that car never existed, or was I putting real world information into a pretend world. My wife took my hand again and gently pulled me into our house, and our oldest son and youngest daughter both gave me a hug.

"Dad needs a rest." Said Debbie to our children as she led me up to our room.

As we lay in bed together, I was so glad the nightmare was over, it felt so real it upset me, the other two dreams were also so detailed it was like real life. I am so glad I am with Debbie, we are happy.

I never had those dreams again. I never thought about those dream people again. My life was perfect, why would I?