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A Crawling Romance

By: Egmont Grigor



CHAPTER 1

A three-night stop in Chicago and then back on the train to Boston was Harvey Chadwick's plan. He had been visiting his sister in LA after roaming the world for two years following his wife Sophia's death in a car accident only three months after their marriage. 

The 30-year-old computer systems troubleshooter had long lost his grief and when reaching his parent's home in Boston Harvey planned to find another lively lady and settle down again. His mom reckoned she had three lined-up although they didn't know it.

Harvey was an MS graduate from UIC so was familiar with Chicago and decided to track down some old girlfriends. Bad luck. The first three he contacted were married, two said they never wanted to see him again (lesbians...or women of good taste he wondered) and hyperactive Dr Midge Main who'd been capable of leaving him almost legless was engaged in field research in Fiji according to her mother and, divorced again, had taken her two children with her. Wow, he thought, doesn't one's personal little world change?

Walking the streets on Day 1 after those phone calls with nothing else better to do, Harvey dropped into Atrium Mall on Randolph and entered the Bonjour Cafe for a bite although it was only 11:30. The curvy young thing who'd entered just ahead of him and was waiting to be served, back on to him, absent-mindedly lifted her short skirt and scratched her ass while looking at the selection. A great ass and the pouch of her blue thong appeared well filled.

She turned, sighted Harvey with his mouth open. She dropped her skirt as if shot and turned her burning face to the counter and ordered Caesar salad and black coffee.

Harvey ordered a hot roasted turkey sandwich and black coffee. He went to the table where the young woman sat alone and said, "Is this chair taken?"

She looked at the other empty tables nearby and squeaked, "No."

"May I join you?"

With her voice a little more under control she said he could please himself.

"You're the only person I know in Chicago. I arrived last night from LA."

"But you don't know me."

"I'm Harvey Chadwick. Tell me your name and I will know you."

She hesitated.

"Look, it's okay. I've been caught scratching my balls and the sky didn't fall in. Believe me, it's okay."

She tossed her short blonde curls. Her blue eyes glanced at his green eyes and away again. "I'd rather we didn't talk about THAT."

"Do you normal censor conversation?"

She lightly labeled him a weirdo although volunteered he didn't look like one. He laughed but lost that smile when she said, "Are you attempting to pick me up?"

"That's a nice thought but I'm sure your answer would be no. My guess is you're an office manager and are taking early lunch. However I suppose you could be interested in me after work."

"You suppose too much. God you have a nerve."

A waitress arrived and poured coffee.

Briefly eyeing the departing butt and legs, Harvey asked, "What's your name? I suppose you don't care to be called Blondie?"

"Freya -- Freya Macdonald and you supposed correctly. I'm taking early lunch because my computer has expired. Our contract technician will try to get to me within an hour or two."

"Want me to take a look at it Freya?"

Freya's face flamed and Harvey could only think she'd assumed he meant her butt. He delivered his best consultant's smile and said, "I meant your computer. I work as a computer troubleshooter for big corporations."

"Oh, I thought..."

"Your butt, perhaps some other time. What is the name of your IT manager?"

"Mrs Wilks."

"Age thirty-four and named Sarah?"

Freya's face hardened. "You said you didn't know anyone in Chicago."

Unabashed Harvey said that was a pickup line and he didn't deserve to be crucified for attempting to date her.

"You unnerve me. I bet you live here."

Harvey reached into the back pocket of his jeans and tossed Freya his train reservations -- LA to Chicago and Chicago to Boston.

Freya looked at the document, colored and apologized.

"Why apologize. You were defensive, not knowing if I were a lovely gentleman or a serial molester."

Wearing a wee smile Freya said, "Y-you not, are you?"

"A gentleman, of course not. But neither do I harm women. My mission in life is to enhance them."

That earned Harvey a curious look and against noise coming from the street Freya blurted, "God you are complex."

Harvey grinned as if having received a compliment and they sat a little awkwardly and as if on cue their meals arrived to step up their association a notch. They chatted amicably and after finishing her salad Freya rose and said, "It's goodbye then."

Running some options through his mind Harvey said, "Sit and I'll be finished in a moment. I'm not allowing your cute ass to walk out of my life. Sarah was one of my part-time junior tutors at UIC. She'll kiss me and allow me to work on your computer."

"Why would Sarah kiss you?"

"She rather fancied me and guessed what?"

"God, you like to shock don't you?" Freya said, sitting down.

Sarah sighted Harvey and shouted "Ohmigod" and obviously holding herself back walked up to him slowly and pecked his cheek. "What are you doing here?"

"I was in the café in the mall and conversationally said to this young woman was she having early lunch because she had no work to do. Freya then told me about her computer problem. I'm here to fix it."

"Company policy does not allow..."

"Since when have you obeyed rules and regulations to the letter?" He turned to Freya and said, "When I was at UIC in my second year I took a fancy..."

"Freya," Sarah almost shrieked. "Take Harvey to your computer. If anyone can fix it he can."

Harvey had no diagnostic discs and other testing equipment with him so made an intelligent guess. Noticing all the laptops were identical he said, "Freya go to Sarah and ask for a motherboard out of store please."

Sarah returned with the board in sealed foil. After swapping the boards Harvey booted the computer and it fired. He executed a full back-up, reinstalled Windows and handed the computer over to Freya. Within a few minutes she said it appeared to be working perfectly and she'd not found anything missing.

She said without embarrassment, "You're a darling."

"Well you better take Harvey to dinner this evening," Sarah said, arriving alongside Freya. "You are just his type, young and succulent but tell him it's just dinner. Harvey, Freya has had a couple of bad experiences with men over the past year so has been right off them. Just tip-toe with her."

"Of course. Pick me up at the Sofitel Chicago Water Tower at 7:30 Freya. I'll wait in the foyer for you until 7:45 when by then I'll guess you are a no-show because you don't trust me. Well, goodbye ladies -- a real kiss please from both of you."

Freya decided not to go on that date with Harvey. Definitely not. Then her mom said, "Are you in again tonight? If you don't get yourself back into the dating circuit you'll end up on the shelf reserved for old maids. You've recovered from that uninvited attempt to enter your rear you and must think all men are inclined that way. I know, I'll call Mrs Meek to see if her William..."

Almost panicking at the thought of gangly William pawing at her Freya cut into her mom's well-intended ramblings. "It's okay mom -- a guy I knew from high school (a lie) wants to meet me for a drink at 7:30. Please call me a cab."

Dressed in short black -- that is, short at both ends -- Freya entered the foyer and found herself facing at least forty guys dressed in smart casual. She almost fainted at the thought of giving head to forty guys -- it would take all night. It must be a conference on. She frowned and suddenly Harvey was in front of her, grinning, an eyebrow lifted.

"I was watching the revolving door like a hawk, determined to get to you before any of these guys began pawing you. God, you look sensational. Do we kiss?"

She puckered her lips and held up her head, her eyes focused. His smiling green eyes almost swallowed her they were so huge. The kiss was soft, his breath was fresh and she visualized her nipples pressing into his shirt and buckling She thought, you slut, you'll let him fuck you. 

But he only wanted a kiss, and a short one at that. People around them were looking at them curiously while some were smiling. All men.

Harvey said, "Let's go. These guys are on the loose and the idea of ten or twenty of them circling you might be a bit off-putting. Freya took his arm and hurried him out to the sidewalk.

"I thought I'd take you somewhere cheap and nasty."

He grinned. "That will take me back to my UIC days."

They remained arm-in-arm as they walked almost three blocks, turned and just around the corner was an Italian restaurant called Green Door, in English. Freya opened the green door and led Harvey in. The interior was so decrepit it was almost funky. Harvey wasn't worried. The idea of a nice girl taking a guy on their first date to a crap house of a restaurant was as unlikely as a nice girl opening her legs for a guy on their first date.

The place was almost full. A fat Italian woman with huge collapsed tits almost reaching her panty line steamed up, held open her arms and said, "Oh Freya." Harvey thought uncharitably Freya would deliver the corny line, "Oh Maria, it's been a long time -- too long."

"Oh Maria, it's good to be back again. I've missed you. How are you and Luigi?"

"We're good, very good but need more money. Come, introduce me to your father and I'll table you."

Harvey queried, Table you? You father? Was this a joke?

"Maria you big tease, this is my new friend..."

A snappy looking waitress who looked familiar to Harvey cut in and said, "Mama, oh God, this is Harvey Chadwick, the guy I wanted to father my children but you and papa insisted I marry an Italian boy."

"Greetings Gabriele," Harvey beamed. "I can recall twice attempting to avoid making you pregnant. You look great -- four little ones I suppose?"

"Yes, we have four little ones," Maria said suspiciously. "How did you know?"

"It just computed. One year after graduating for Gabi to find a husband, one pregnancy each year after that and lo, four children."

"Mama, this is Harvey Chadwick, voted the most popular guy in our class, who was runner-up in our vote of the person most likely to catch every form of STD."

"Ohmigod," said Maria, taking two steps backwards.

"It's a joke mama. He was one of the toughest guys to nail in our year."

"And is it true you succeeded, twice?"

"Mama, a mother doesn't ask her daughter such questions. It's not wholesome. Hello Freya. It's nice to see you back and going top shelf this time. Please give Harvey one for me."

Freya said hi Gabi and kissed her and acted if she'd not hear Gabi's last remark. Harvey slunk after the women as mother and daughter led them to Maria's reserved table.

The rest of the night was uneventful and Maria and the waitresses were kept extremely busy, with people waiting for tables to become free. Freya kissed Harvey as they left, giving him a little body press and thanked him for fixing her computer. She then called a cab and when entering it said he may wish to walk Gabi home.

"Freya, she's married. Same time tomorrow night and this time I pay?"

"I'll give you a call."

"You don't have my phone number -- here's my card."

It appeared crisp, freshly printed. Harvey had told her he was going to stay with his mother in Boston for a while, so she assumed the street address was his mother's house. She noted he had a masters degree in computer science and also a bachelor's degree in business strategic planning. He listed himself as a Self-employed Computer Consultant-Systems Engineer. Wow that made him rather over qualified to have fixed her computer. On the ride home Freya decided to give calling him a miss tomorrow. He'd only want to fuck her. Why she was against that she had no idea. Oh yeah, in two days on he'd be on a train heading for Boston. She'd never believed in one-night-stands.

Freya's mother was awake when she arrived home and called Freya into the bedroom. Her father provided background snoring accompaniment as they chatted.

"Did you have a lovely time?"

"Yes thank you. We went to the Green Door."

"I can't understand why you go there; it's such a dump."

"It serves the best Italian food that I know of and I've been to plenty of Italian restaurants in this city. Also its owners and serving staff interface with patrons, especially regulars. It's my home away from home."

"You haven't been there for at least four months."

"No, not since that mongrel of a guy humiliated me."

"Is this new guy any better?"

"He didn't lay a finger on me and behaved like a trustworthy, decent guy."

"Oh, we are on track are we? How old is he? Don't mumble, I didn't hear."

"Thirty."

"That makes him roughly six years older than you darling, much too old. I'm organizing a date for you tomorrow night with Mrs Meek's oldest son William."

"Good night mom. Oh, it's serious with this new guy. He's dating me again tomorrow night. Give dad want he wants as a good one will unblock all his passages and stop him snoring."

"Freya Macdonald, that's disgusting."

When Freya hadn't called him by 8:30 next morning Harvey assumed that was the end of them as a twosome. He finally tracked down a couple of males he graduated with and over lunch they caught up and swapped jokes and lies. It filled in the day and he was easy with the booze thinking there was an outside chance Freya might still call. She did, at 4:00.

"Hi, it's Freya. Did you make out this morning with Gabi?"

Harvey intoned, "Hi, she's married -- off limits."

"Not in her mind, I noticed how she looked at you last night, even across the room. That lady has not finished with you."

"Well some people call that dreaming. If I'm going to fuck anyone it will be you."

There was a bang in Harvey's ear.

"Pardon me, I dropped the phone. I was shocked as that comment was disgusting."

"Oh, I'm sorry. It was presented as a compliment."

"I can't believe what I've just heard."

Harvey sighed and said if people spoke their mind within reason there would be less misunderstandings. "I suppose you now won't go out with me tonight?"

"I don't see why not. You've ended up explaining yourself to my satisfaction."

They met outside a movie theatre at 6:40. Apparently Freya had dressed to shock him. A dangerously short black leather skirt and white top under which was a bra that gave her wondrous cleavage.

"Oh God," he croaked, his eyes almost popping. "Have you done this for me?"

"Done what?" she asked, appearing well pleased.

"Damn."

Now looking concerned Freya asked what was the matter.

"Don't look. You have given me an erection."

Of course she looked, colored and giggled. "Here, carry my handbag."

The movie was a romance largely about nothing apart from long debates about premarital sex and surprisingly for these days there was only one sex scene. Freya dabbed her eyes because it was such a happy ending. That was fine with Harvey because it meant he'd pop Freya in his hotel room later that evening or else his name wasn't Harvey.

Harvey chose a fish restaurant near the hotel. Freya said that was fine but when they were seated announced she rarely ate fish. She didn't explain why. Harvey decided not to ask. Freya managed to order dishes to her liking and appeared to enjoy watching Harvey scoff his dozen oysters indelicately and then ate his black-seared game fish with obvious relish.

While waiting for her pineapple cheesecake, Freya asked casually, "Why have you not married?"

That alarmed, Harvey who figured Freya might not like to fuck a guy who'd been married as it was likely she at going on twenty-five might still carry romantic notions. But being a straight shooter told the truth: "I married a lovely woman two and a half years ago."

Freya gulped some wine and then said, "You gave me that bullshit about not playing around with Gabi because she's married..."

"Steady on Freya. My wife Sophia died in a car crash three months after we married."

"Ohmigod, I'm sorry. How could I jump in and question your integrity?"

"You didn't know and you haven't upset me. It took eight months before I got over it and I'm fine now, regarding myself as never having married."

"I see."

At those two words Harvey knew his erection wouldn't be needed that evening.

Harvey took Freya home in a cab after she declined his invitation to go to his hotel for a nightcap.

"That was a lovely night," Harvey said, pulling Freya to him. She pulled up his hand from around her waist to cup her breast. There was no contented sigh and that told him she was simply going through the thanks-for-the-outing motions politely.

The cabbie waited while Harvey opened the gate. Closing the gate Freya lifted her lips and was kissed, gently.

"Any chance of seeing you tomorrow?"

"No, I don't think so. I've being doing a business admin diploma on-line and tomorrow go to the tech to sit my final exams all day. When do you head out?"

"On the 48 Lake Shore Limited at 10:00 pm."

"I'll give you a call if I can see you off."

"Don't worry if you can't make it."

"I won't."

"Goodbye Freya. I've had an enjoyable time with you. You'll make some guy a magnificent life-long companion."

She smiled and walked to the front door.

As the crowd in the hotel bar began thinning out the female bartender spent most of her free time in the corner talking to Harvey. She'd found they had something in common -- their names began with 'H'. Also he was the only unaccompanied good-looking guy not pitching to get into her pants.

"Well, that's me done." Harvey said. "Good night Henrietta."

The woman stopped wiping the bar. "Look, I could have a drink with you in your room if you wish? I'm through here in another twenty minutes."

"I'd welcome that. He smiled and received a flirty-looking smile in return as if he was being promised more than a chat over a quiet drink.

At 12:30 with no sign of Henrietta arriving and waving her panties above her head Harvey went to bed and slept through to 9:30.

Harvey spent most of the day at the Art Institute of Chicago Museum and the Field Museum. In the afternoon he purchased a snack at McDonald's at the Field Museum and sat eating by a woman pushing forty and they began talking. She was from Kansas on her first visit to Chicago. Her husband was playing golf. It suited them both to walk around together and as they were leaving she asked, "Would you like to join me for a drink at a bar -- a drink I mean, nothing else? This is the fourth day in a row my husband has been to golf and I don't know anyone in Chicago."

It turned out they were at the same hotel so went there. Gaylene went off at to dress for dinner and Harvey went to vacate his room that he had until 6:00. 

Sitting on the bed glumly, looking at his shoes, Harvey thought it had been a big mistake coming to Chicago. He'd done it thinking about enjoying a number of happy reunions with former fellow students and their families but it hadn't happened. He expected to find and capture an old life and it was exactly that, a life that no longer existed although had he had time to put into reconnecting no doubt he's succeed with some of them. But the biggest disappointment was finding and losing Freya. They'd met in most unusual circumstances and conflict between them appeared inevitable but he steadfastly remained his true self, Freya had quickly gotten used to him and some great times lay ahead of them with perhaps Freya even agreeing to move in with him. And then poof, it was all over.

Damn.

Harvey said that word as if he had an arrow through his heart. He'd muffed it, doing nothing to really try to get Freya to refocus on him. He'd even made it worst by suggesting he was secondhand goods. A phone call from reception asking politely was he ready to vacate his room brought Harvey out of despondency. At the desk the attractive receptionist was all smiles and ever so friendly encouraging Harvey to say what he thought.


A Crawling Romance



"I ought not say this but then I'm like that. You have great tits."

The young woman giggled and whispered, "You ought to practice calling them boobs. I had noticed you coming and going in recent days. I should have shown my interest."

"What interest?"

"My nights sleeping in this hotel when I double shift are lonely."

"My apologies. Obviously I need an injection of male hormones. To quote, 'There are those who pass like ships in the night. Who meet for a moment, then sail out of sight'

"Oh God, how romantic. Now you have a safe journey Mr Chadwick."

Harvey left the hotel almost with a spring in his step. He booked his luggage through to Boston on the Limited and then went out for early dinner. He waited on the platform for Freya but not fancying her chances. She called at 9:30 to wish him goodbye. Neither of them commented in her no-show but she left Harvey with the distinct impression she was a very unhappy young woman.

CHAPTER 2

A month later Freya stood in the terminal of Logan International Airport and with shaking hands made a call.

Obviously noting who was calling, Harvey said, "Hi, what's taken you so long to call?"

Off she went, temper flaring, "Me! I've rushed to our letterbox day after day looking for a letter from you. And I checked emails and phone messages."

"Well, that's kept you busy."

"That's cruel and heartless."

Harvey's voice tightened. "I suggest we don't go down that lane Freya."

Oh God, he really was blaming her. "I-I don't know what to say."

"Well, where are you?"

"At Logan. Just arrived. I've come l-looking for you."

"Oh glory! "Look, we on dad's ketch an hour out of our marina. We're turning back to pick you up. Do you have pen and paper?"

"Yes fortunately. So I draw a boat and sail out to you?"

He laughed and it sounded easy and natural, she thought. He was no longer offside with her.

"Here are the instructions where to go. It's a sixty-two footer, radar dome on the aft mast, is called Mutiny and the hull is painted quite bright yellow. If you get there first you'll see us moored against a provisioning jetty just inside the harbor entrance. The cab fare will cost you about forty bucks. It's Friday and the traffic will be thick but don't panic. We're going nowhere until you're on board. Now, write this down..."

Freya's heart was almost bursting apart her bra. God, he was so romantic. 'We're going nowhere until you're on board'. However during the cab journey she recalled something else Harvey had said: 'That's cruel and heartless. I suggest we don't go down that lane Freya'. Oh no, that meant only one thing, that he regarded her as cruel and heartless. She had one big engineering job ahead of her to get him to like her again. 

The night Harvey had left Chicago had been awful for Freya. She'd decided not to go to Union Station for the final goodbye, as it would serve little purpose; he was out of her life. He'd given his heart to marry another woman. Freya had always thought her husband would be a guy like Harvey, but nearer her own age and certainly she'd never thought of him as having been married previously. She'd shut him from her mind while doing her exams papers but at home when she thought about him leaving that night she called him to say she wasn't going to the station. She'd been relieved that he accepted her decision politely. Unfortunately her mother had heard her say that.

Freya's mom had said no longer would she be brushed aside. She was calling Mrs Meek to ask her William to come to dinner with us tomorrow night.

Mother and daughter had rowed over that until Freya blew her top and said, "All right, all right. Get William Meek over here and I'll fuck him until I get pregnant and then when I return to work you can look after the baby. No, I'll give you the baby."

Lucy Macdonald ran off to her bedroom screaming what a horrible, horrible daughter she'd raised and locked the door and cried and wailed for ninety minutes until Freya's father Derek threatened to break down the door if Lucy did not come out immediately. He made the two females make their peace and ordered Lucy to keep out of Freya's life of dating men.

"Back off, do you hear?"

Lucy nodded.

"Freda Mae, if you ever talk to your mother like that again I'll swat you, understand.

"Yes father."

It was serious. Freya had not called her dad father since she was six and Derek had not called her Freda Mae since her difficult early teenage years.

During the next three weeks the color left Freya's face, she no longer moved everywhere at ninety miles an hour, her manner turned listless and she spent most of her time at home in her bedroom. Freya arrived home one evening to be told by her mother than a family conference had been called.

"What, has someone died?"

"You have darling," her mother said mysteriously, a patting her on the cheek affectionately.

Two aunties -- Lucy's elder sisters -- and her father were already attacking the gin bottle. Lucy arrived with glasses of wine for herself and Freya and said, "Drink that one quickly darling and I get you another before we start."

"Start what?"

"Drink you wine darling. Be a good girl."

An hour later the discussion began. The three women were in agreement and told Freya she was lovesick.

Her father said "What fucking rubbish" and left the room.

The oldest sister Sarah handed Freya a wad of money. "There's three thousand bucks darling for you to live in Boston. Go find him and see if you can win him back."

Her mother smiled. "I have been to see your manager where you work. You may go on unpaid leave from this next Thursday but your current job will not be kept open for you but you are rated as a highly valued worker. We each put in $1000 into kitty and only expect to be paid back if you don't give us a wedding to attend."

"I don't know what to say."

The three women beamed at Freya and Aunt Sarah said, "You don't have to say anything; it's written all over your face. Swallow your pride and uncertainty darling and go get him and find if he truly is the right man for you."

* * *

Freya paid the cab driver and pulled her two travel bags on wheels. A large yellow hull yacht was just arriving. Freya had no idea about boats, only ever having been on rowboats and once on a tin boat with a noisy motor slung over the back end. But she liked this boat and knew by the lines the craft was female. Someone on board spotted her and blew one hoot of a horn. She stopped and waved and received three hoots and saw three people waving. They would be Harvey, his parents and his new girlfriend. 

"Girlfriend?" 

Freya jutted her jaw forward and said in a slightly menacing tone, "Well honey, have I news for you."

Mutiny was docked by the time Freya arrived alongside. Harvey stepped ashore and smiling hugely said, "Great to see you again" and held out his arm for a handshake. Freya smiled grimly, hooked a hand into the top of his shorts and pulled Harvey to her and gave him a full-blooded kiss. She felt a hand slide around her hip to grab her cheek.

"Hey you two, no fucking is allowed in public view in this marina," called the girlfriend.

Harvey turned to her and grinned, "Try to act like a lady Taylor. Mom send your foul-mouth daughter below to prepare nibbles."

"Aye aye captain," said a very attractive but a tad overweight blonde. "Hi Freya. We're really looking forward to meeting you after hearing about you on and off for several weeks. I'm Katherine and this is my man Lucas."

Freya could only wave blindly because she was being deeply kissed.

Before Freya had time to step aboard Taylor was beside her. They kissed and she whispered, "He's been such a pain, fretting over you."

Freya moved to put the record straight. "I only knew him for not quite three days and I know it could be difficult for you to accept this but those were the two first real kisses we've exchanged."

"Well Harvey doesn't take to women very well or rather that should be the other way around. He always says what he thinks and women expect a male to have a little more panache. Harvey couldn't lie if he tried -- well, I can't be too sure about that."

Freya eyed Taylor seriously. "I'm an incurable romantic and I'm rather a hothead and rather over-expect from men who try to woo me. Harry had tremendous appeal and yet was so offhand I had no idea if he wished to seduce me our not. And then when he told me straight out that he'd been married I wanted to do nothing but run from him."

"Are you two gasbags coming?" Harvey called sternly from the open side door of the center pilothouse. Cast off mom, dad."

Taylor, athletic and strong, virtually pulled Freya on to Mutiny as the ketch's diesel motor increased in revs from idling. "Go and say hello to daddy. He doesn't bite pretty young women, or rather I should say looking at you, and beautiful young women. I'll take your bags down below. You're sleeping with me until you and my brother get it sorted. He and I usually share the second cabin. I insist he sleeps in underpants so it doesn't accidentally insert. Off you go." 

Freya went to the what she thought was the tail end (stern) to find Mr Chadwick. She was still boggling at the thought of brother and sister accidentally committing incest through sharing a cabin bed and smiled at the thought of them not having to move in rough seas to complete the unsavory deed. But then was Taylor telling the truth or teasing? 

Mr Chadwick looked several years older than Katherine -- perhaps ten. His face was lined but he too looked very fit.

"Hi you lovely young woman," he said. "Call me Alec. Lovely ass," he said, stroking a firm hand over one side of it. So, that's where his son learned to confront a woman about her ass if it looked good, thought Freya, not at all perturbed. Mr Chadwick had her half-revved up in just the one stroke.

"Why don't you drive the ship?"

"The word is steer or taking the helm and it's loosely called a boat, never a ship and can be called a yacht or more correctly a ketch. Harry maneuvers Mutiny with far greater skill than I do. We purchased it last year for just under $3,000,000 so it is not a plaything. Katherine didn't like the name Slippery Moon so wanted to re-register her as Eros 'o the Sea. I thought that was the dumbest name afloat and said I'd never step on it if she called it that. She accused me of mutiny and we kinda took to that name."

"Why was Katherine having on the say on a vessel you purchased?"

"She put up 60% of the purchase price including her half share in our 38ft sloop we traded. I'm only a structural engineer with my own small business and could not afford that kind of money. Katherine earns mega as she is a cosmetic surgeon."

"Oh, no wonder she looks really great -- pals do the work on her?"

"Shhhhh. Katherine likes people to think its her natural look and shape."

Alec stepped closer and ran his hand down Freya's other flank. "Nothing to nip and tuck there. Great body. Mind if I slip in to your cabin tonight?"

"I-I sleeping with Taylor."

"Oh lucky Taylor."

Horrified at the thought the entire family was incestuous Freya caught Alec's sly gin and realized a man with naughty humor had teased her. Perhaps the whole family was like that?

"Go down the companionway that runs under the pilothouse to the saloon where the girls will be making snacks and preparing cocktails. We'll crowd into the pilothouse and have refreshments with Harvey."

"I'm sorry I took an hour out of your cruising time Alec, plus the time here."

"That's fine, no problem. But you must understand that if you motor for an hour back to dock if will take another hour to motor back to where you were so that's two hours more or less, depending on tide and wind.

"Oh God, I've really messed up you guys."

"Darling the girls couldn't wait to see you and Harvey would have committed mutiny if I said we're not going back."

"How can you pull rank?"

"I'm the only person aboard licensed as a sailing master. What I say goes."

As Freya entered the luxuriously appointed and spacious saloon Katherine rushed up to her and hugged her. "I've been so anxious to see you. Actually Harvey muttered an excellent description, surprisingly accurate in fact."

Katherine pulled Freya down on to the sofa and renewed her hug. Katherine began brushing back Freya hair just like her own mother did during intimate moments sitting together. Katherine looked and smelled lovely and Freya wished she could hug her.

"Hug me if you wish darling. I'd like that. I really want to make up to you for the way that son of my treated you so callously."

"He-he didn't. I was consumed by something, jealously I supposed, when I suddenly learned he'd been married. It was so sad for him and I was a real cow walking away from him like that. I-I'd never considered f-falling in love with a married man. I hurtled into despair."

"That's exactly how I'd felt and I told him that," Taylor called.

"I thought my son had more class than to tell a lovely young woman after he'd seduced her that he'd been married."

"They haven't fucked mom."

Katherine looked at Freya in astonishment. "Is that true?"

"Yes. On the wharf outside not fifteen minutes ago was the first time he'd really kissed me. You must understand. I'm hesitant about any new man I date and jumping into bed with him is the last thing I want to do until I'm sure about him. With Harvey he had me at sixes and sevens from the moment we met. He came in behind me in a café. I was wearing a very short skirt and while trying to decide what to order I unconsciously scratched my butt quite high up and raised my skirt in the process."

"And he said nice butt," Katherine giggled. "He learned that from his father as a young boy. Well I can tell you this, he told us that you had him off-balance from the moment your met. He was unable to anticipate what you'd say or do next. He said he'd been fascinated by you and ended up with a desire for you that went deeper than sex."

"And then I fled."

"It wasn't your fault darling. You were confused and no doubt more than a little distraught. I berated him for not making a determined effort to win you back."

Taylor cut in. "He said if you wanted to build fences you'd come looking for him."

"Hush dear." 

"No, it's okay Katherine. He said that very thing to me after my arrival at the airport this afternoon when I called him. That riled me and I readily admit that. But deep down I knew I had to make the play because two years ago he was hit by a terrible tragedy. He says he's over it but I wonder if you ever are. I figured he'd been hurt once and with me pulling away from him just because he had been married he would think to pursue her was a poor option as with that woman he could be hurt again."

"Oh God," Katherine breathed. "You know, you probably are right. You now have to decide if the pursuit is worth it."

"Yes, exactly."

Taylor said softly, "If he's not interested I will be."

"Taylor."

"Calm down mom. Freya is a real honey."

Katherine let go of Freya in shock. She sighed. "Come on you two, up to the pilothouse."

It wasn't all that crowded up there and Freya kissed Freya and with a delightful shock felt his tongue tip brush her teeth. She parted her teeth but too late.

The atmosphere was jovial and Freya felt included. When Alec entered the first thing he did was to say to Freya it was great having her aboard and run a hand down her ass, watched by his family. When he lifted to make a second stroke Katherine said sternly, "Alec!" He moved away scratching his ear and scanned the horizon ahead of them.

Later Taylor took Freya to their cabin and said she couldn't wait to see Freya nude.

Freya broached the subject carefully. "Taylor, I am a little at a loss. You and your family seem, well, to have a bit of a fixation on sex."

"We do?" Taylor asked, looking genuinely puzzled. "All I know is we have a relaxed attitude about not and are not uptight like some families are. We thank mom for our liberalization. Her father was a country vet and she grew up watching animals mate and from what she told me her father and his second wife, her mother, were often doing it in the kitchen when she walked in. For a number of years she thought that was normal behavior. She met and married dad and told me she had a torrid time with him -- initially he'd only play with her in the dark."

"Wow, that must have been a shock."

"It must have been," Taylor said, lightly palming Freya's left breast in the rather cramped cabin. "I had real sex for the first time a few days after my high school graduation. I was modeling for mom's older brother Paul, the well-known portrait painter Paul Bradshaw. When we finished for the morning -- he only paints in the morning -- Uncle Paul fucked me. Look."

Taylor opened the louvered door of the small wardrobe and pulled aside hanging clothes. Freya saw what she considered was a highly erotic and beautifully-executed painting of a young woman, head obviously over the side of the bed, small breasts, beautiful skin and the body viewed from the ankles was covered in sweat and deposits on her tummy and almost up to her breasts.

"He's painted me several times, all have been sold, but Uncle Paul gave me this as a keepsake."

"Ohmigod, it's you."

"Yes, but when I was eighteen. As you can see my tits have blossomed since then. Mom makes me keep it out of sight because she says some visitors who come aboard would not be able to cope seeing splats of cum on my body. At home I used to keep it in my bedroom wardrobe and mom had a spotlight installed. She knows art and says its one of our best paintings and if I sold it at auction I'd probably get more than $20,000 for it."

In bed that night after they anchored in the dark in the lee of an island and had very late dinner, Freya allowed her breasts to be kissed by Taylor who was a blonde with brown roots and a year older than her. Already Freya was more relaxed about Taylor and had actually pushed her breasts forward when Taylor had asked if she could kiss them. Taylor then gave her a moist kiss -- it was lovely -- and said, "When you get to know me you'll allow me to kiss your pussy." Freya rather doubted that. They turned over and wriggled so their bare butts touched and settled down to sleep. Thoughts about the Macdonald family crowded Freya's mind but the gentle rocking and the slap-slap of water against the hull took her into early sleep.

The next thing she knew she was being beautifully kissed awake and thought, Taylor you wench. But it was Katherine.

"Wake up darling. We have a brilliantly fine day."

Yawning Freya felt behind her. "Where's Taylor."

"She's been up for an hour to join the guys fishing off the fold-away landing platform at the stern to catch our breakfast. She's down in the gallery grilling the fish. Come on, have a quick shower and join us for breakfast."

"What does Taylor work at?"

"She paints, fulltime and has done so since graduating in fine arts. Portraits. It's a steep learning curve and I sustain her financially She has a great interest in bodies and will want to paint you."

"Nude?"

"Portraits dear, head and shoulders, fully clothed but with breast peep. She is beginning to receive the occasional good review but from no one of note as yet. She is a rather uninhibited young woman and may touch you. If it's a problem one of you can sleep in the saloon."

"No it's fine. Does she only like women?"

"You mean lesbian women?"

Freya nodded.

"God no, she's too busy pulling the pants off men."

After breakfast Freya and Harvey cleared away and the other three went ashore. Freya assumed Katherine had set her up. When they'd finished she said, "Care to show me your parent's cabin. It looks huge.

The bed had been made. Freya lay on it and held out her hand. Harvey jointed her and they kissed and he appeared rather interested in that. She snared one of his hands and placed it on her breast. He didn't pull away but may as well as because it remained passive. She sighed and they talked. At last they began discussing their situation.




A Crawling Romance



"I'm sorry I allowed you to reject me without a fight-back."

"Thank you. I accept that apology and please bury the thought. I am dreadfully ashamed of acting like a scatty teenager. I deeply regret it and hope to never again be so unsympathetic to you. I hope to exorcise my distressing thoughts."

"I never want you to be unduly sympathetic over me."

"Okay."

They lay quietly.

"Now, about sex. It's been sometime since I was shafted."

"You can always ask dad."

"Harvey, don't be so disgusting," she shrieked. They wrestled playfully and she finally positioned to sit on his face. She looked down and saw his tongue flick out and touch her bikini bottom right over her pussy.

A huge feeling of desire surged through Freya but she knew to cool it. "Lick me there one more time -- a long lick though -- and I'll let you go. She watched the long pink tongue obey her command and this time felt pressure on her outer lips. Blood raced to her face, breasts and pussy.

"Thank you, that was wonderful," she sighed. "You straighten the bed because I don't want your mother thanking we've been fucking and I fetch coffee out on to those sun chairs on the front deck.

"Foredeck."

"Whatever. Foredeck then."

They sipped coffee and Freya said. "I want to talk about something very sensitive. Do you think you can refrain from becoming angry?"

"Yes. Shoot."

"When you a ready I like to visit the grave of your departed wife."

"There is no grave; she was cremated."

"Well to where the ashes are."

"The ashes were blown from the cliff top out to sea. She loved sailing."

"On that cliff top will do nicely."

"Why?"

"Because I want her to be part of our life, that is if we are to have a life together."

"Jesus!"

"I've thought long and hard about this Harvey and conclude it's the only way. I'll not mention it again and will know I have my answer if I'm taken to that cliff top or am not taken there. If we go I want your family with us."

"Jesus!"

"Good boy. You've handled that well. Now how far is that shore away."

"About one hundred yards. If you're thinking of swimming the water is freezing and the tide is on the way in."

"Sharks?"

"Haven't seen any today."

"Are you coming? We head to the right and the tidal stream will gradually drift us to that beach where the orange boat thingy is."

"Rigid hull rubber inflatable."

"Do you wear a rigid rubber inflatable when you fuck darling?"

Before Harvey could consider his answer Freya had jumped over the side. "Asshole, it's freezing," she yelled and began stroking away.

He allowed her to get fifty yards away before he dove in, knowing the dive momentum would make us twenty yards on her. But all that happened was she increased her lead on him.

"You can really swim," he panted as she helped him from the water.

They lay sunbathing, a clear foot between them, when the others came around the nearby point.

"Oh look, they're on the beach," Katherine called out musically.

"They took an unacceptable risk -- there's a tidal rip here as it's deep water."

"Well darling, take an aspirin if you're feeling nervous. Some people take risks because it gives me a buzz. What gives you a buzz darling?"

"Oh mom," Taylor practically whined, "They're not touching."

A steady breeze pushed Mutiny towards the marina, with Taylor at the helm tearing at a chicken drumstick while the others sat in the saloon drinking rum and coke.

Alec said, "Katherine has something to ask you sweetie."

"The family wants you to come and live with us Freya as you and Harvey need more time together to find where you are as a couple. Alec has found a position for Harvey as deputy IT manager at a huge firm of engineering consultants and he starts there tomorrow. My younger brother and family arrive soon to stay with us for a few days so I'll have to ask you to continue bedding down with Taylor. I can buy another bed or Taylor can sleep in her studio if..."

"No it's okay. I accept your generous offer with thanks. I love sleeping with Taylor because she's so cuddly and we chat for hours. She'd the sister I've never had."

With a little squeal Taylor rushed forward to hug Freya.

"It appears the feeling is reciprocated," Katherine smiled. "Thank you for accepting to live with us darling, I didn't want to have to fight you over this." 

As they neared the marina Harvey took over the helm. Freya joined him and Taylor went below to pack. Freya ran a hand down Harvey's butt, keeping her eyes on the marina entrance in the far distance.

"Does dad do that to you?"

"Yes."

"Do you like it?"

"I do now, at first I was disgusted and thought he was a creep."

"He's very good at it. Mom says if he catches her in the right mood and she plays with her nipples he can get her off by just caressing her ass repeatedly, even if she's dressed. Would you allow him to do that to you."

"To get me off. No?"

"Good girl."

CHAPTER 3

The house was palatial but surprisingly only had four bedrooms. Freya settled into Taylor's bedroom excitedly and said, "I want to see your work."

"Oh darling, you'll be bored -- I don't paint nudes."

"I couldn't care less. It's what you do that interests me."

"Well, how lovely. Tell me if you wish to see the sexy videos I've taken."

"What? Of whom and what doing?"

"Me playing with myself. Me having sex with two guys. Mom and dad and mom with her latest boyfriend."

"Oh I could watch that," Freya giggled.

"Truly? There were telephone messages when we arrived home. Mom and dad are about to go out for drinks with neighbors and two of Harvey's pals want him over to overclock their gaming machine whatever that means. I have to edit the film I sneaked of mom and Rex going at it so must look at it again, subjectively.

Freya had taken time for a rethink. "Well, count me out Taylor. I respect your mom too much to be spying on her like that. It's an invasion of her privacy."

"Okay, whatever you'd say. I'll preview it again later." 

Taylor's completed and partly completed portraits were good but Freya thought they were not good enough for someone who wanted to paint as a career. Either Taylor should seek expert art tuition or get a real job, but she would keep that opinion to herself. She felt tense and uneasy. It was great Harvey was conversing with her but as yet not deeply. She began thinking of returning home but decided to give it a few more days.

Harvey arrived home from his first day at the new job. He said it was okay but only okay. "I appear to be just another technician with a glorified title." Freya reached up and kissed him and he kissed her back, saying that was a lot better than being encircled by boring technicians who worked for boring engineers including the women. Feeling sympathetic Freya dragged his hand on to a breast and felt movement. God, he was feeling her up -- well, just on that boob. He tweaked a nipple and stepped back saying, "Great tits go with a great ass."

As Harvey was turning away from her Freya blurted, "I was bored today and thought about returning home."

He swung back to her. "But you've just arrived?"

"So?"

"What does that mean?"

"I haven't thought about it but I suppose I'm disappointed at the lack of development of a relationship between you and me."

Harvey's expression was almost a sneer. "What do you want me to do about it, fuck you?"

Freya felt a surge of adrenalin that she converted into courage. "Come to think of it, that's an excellent thought."

"You wait till I'm ready." Harvey walked from the room only to return. "Where's Taylor?"

"Some girlfriends arrived at 4:30 to take her to a bar. They invited me but I said I wanted to be home when you arrived."

Harvey's impatient expression fell off his face and he strode to her and seized her shoulders.

"Freya, I'm terribly sorry. What an oaf I am. All you got from me was little more than a cold shoulder." Dropping to his knees Harvey said, "Here, let me say hello to pussy."

She pushed him back by the forehead gently, ignoring his dismayed look. "No, not now. Not until you're ready. Just freshen up and come back and chat. A beer?"

Harvey buried his irritation. "Yes please."

They chatted like friends getting to know one another better. As they heard Alec's car arrive Harvey said my Uncle Roger and Aunt Jocelyn arrive tomorrow. Auntie called mom late last night to say they're not bringing the children as Ronnie wants to compete for his school's trials for regional skateboard championships and if they stay with her mother Julia won't miss two piano lessons. You'll like Roger -- he's mom's kid brother, only eight years older than me.

* * *

Excitement was injected into the household with the arrival of the guests, both of whom were lively and full of chatter. Roger's brown eyes undressed Freya as soon as he spotted her and his wife gave her an intense appraisal. The way in which Jocelyn greeted her told Jocelyn appeared less than impressed. What kind of women did she expect her nephew to attract: a princess? Taylor arrived late, holding up dinner, and was weaving and talking a little lush. She'd been out drinking with her girlfriends again. Jocelyn now was rather icy with both young women. Roger sat next to Harvey and she twice had to remove his hand from the top of her thigh. She glared at him the second time and was embarrassed to see Jocelyn appeared to have captured that exchange. Glumly, thoughts about going home returned to Freya.

In the morning Jocelyn went off with Katherine to have some light day surgery, leaving just Taylor, Roger and Freya in the house. After clearing away breakfast Freya finished a paperback taken from Taylor's huge collection and when she entered the bedroom to select another novel she stopped, throwing a hand across her mouth to silence any giggling.

Taylor was standing on her bed, holding up her skirt while Roger was bent over, holding her panties aside and was slurping. Taylor shook her head and rolled her eyes at Freya and her face was very red, indicating she was ready to explode. Freya grinned at her and left quietly.

Ten minutes later Taylor came to where Freya was reading and kissed her, thanking for allowing Roger to finish his licking. "I'm off across town to get some art supplies. Don't bend down in front of Roger if you don't wish to be tailed."

They laughed and Freya thought no more about it. She was bent over adjusting the Hoover when she felt two hands slide across her ass and grab her hips.

"Look what Uncle Roger has for you baby."

"Fuck off and behave."

Roger let go one of her hips and pushed her panties into her pussy with two fingers.

"Dammit Roger, I'm warning you..."

"God you have a beautiful ass and tits to match. Just let Uncle Roger get one off. I'm not overly large but know how to use it."

Freya thought she needed on, so why not Roger? She bent over and grabbed her ankles, not saying a word.

Roger ripped off her panties, slipped on to his knees and began chewing around her butt hole while working up her pussy with three fingers. Freya felt her tension ease and a big smile swept her face; Roger had known what she needed.

"Can I shoot the lot into you?"

"Yes, cum looks better largely out of sight."

"Cheeky bitch," he laughed as he withdrew his dripping fingers to wipe over his erection. 

Freya closed her eyes and sighed to herself as she felt it slip in with two short pauses until she felt his balls against her leg.

She rocked.

"Good girl."

He hadn't lied; he was good. He screwed around to touch her in places not many seducers did.

Roger pulled right out and she almost howled in frustration but just as quickly in it popped, filling Freya again to the hilt. He did that twice more and then pulled halfway out and slowing worked up-tempo, administering maximum pleasure to her by also screwing a finger around just inside the vagina entrance. Freya thought if Roger's wife Jocelyn was getting this standard of delivery why was she so sour-faced? Oh yeah -- because other women were getting a piece of Roger. Freya suddenly superheated as just as she realized what that was about she blew. She uttered no sound but Roger knew as he puffed 'Good One' and as the liquid part of the sound of their bodies meshing increased she knew he was aware who'd added to the liquid.

Freya had to struggle to keep balanced as Roger bent his knees to enter delivery mode. The pounding increased, as did his grunts. She had two more orgasms before Roger exploded and momentarily dropped his full weight on to her.

"Hmmmm," Freya sighed. 

There was no response and she heard Roger zip up as liquid began running down the inside of her thighs.

"Talk to you later," he said and was gone before Freya had fully straightened, still breathing heavily. She stuffed her trashed panties between her legs and finished cleaning the hall, foyer and kitchen before putting the Hoover away and continued her temporary shuffling walk to run a bath. She didn't feel happy; she didn't feel sad or ashamed. Freya didn't know how she felt but after two naps during her long time in the bath she practically skipped to the bedroom she was sharing with Taylor and began signing. Impromptu singing to reflected her lightness or heaviness of being was something she'd not done in many months -- since that asshole had attempted to buttfuck her.

Later Freya went into the city and rented a studio apartment and after watching some TV after dinner found Katherine in her bedroom study working on reports.

"Hi."

"Hi darling, give me a kiss."

Freya obliged, not that it was a problem because she really liked Harvey's mother. "You look tired."

"Are you sure darling. Isn't cosmetic surgery the glamour job with little work for huge returns? That's the impression I get from reading magazines and watching body enhancement programs on TV."

"You work long hours and expend huge amounts of energy, I know you do but I'm here to say a big thank you for hosting me. I'm not totally walking out on Harvey, but near enough to it. His lethargy is wrecking my life, pulling me down to his level. I've taken a small unit in the city for a month. Taylor has my address and is waiting outside to take me there now."

"May I congratulate you for being your own woman?"

"What, I'm not to receive a lecture about how Harvey will suddenly become aware he need's deep commitment in life and I need to be there when that realization dawns?"

"No honey. You have been patient, extremely patient and given it your best shot. To step back now is what I'd recommend. He's been such a wet -- he doesn't deserve you. Go in peace. I have you phone number so will call you to meet for coffee and dinner occasionally. It's not my intention to leave you in the city alone. Please don't hook up with Taylor's friends. They are into booze, indiscriminate sex and probably drugs although I don't think Taylor has stooped to the drugs option so far but keeping that company anything could happen."

"She's coming to see me often she said. I'll try to introduce her to a good guy."

"Is my daughter bi-sexual?"

"Katherine, I honestly don't know. She keeps her sex life confidential."

"Well darling, let me hug you. Just continue doing the right thing, for you. Keep safe and keep well." 

As they drove to the city center Freya asked Taylor: "This question doesn't require an answer. Are you bi-sexual?"

"Yes. What's brought that up?"

"Your mother asked me."

"So now you'll tell her?"

"Certainly not. That's your business."

Taylor laughed and said Freya was talking like a friend. "I'm seriously thinking of painting nights and weekends and taking a job to build a second career. What do you think about that?"

"Well, you have asked for my opinion and you'll get it straight. Judging from the art reviews you've received you are not yet knocking on the door at being commercially successful. You know I know nothing about art but I think it's not a career for you. If you like it enough you'll keep on doing it and I can say this honestly: you are a league above most weekend artists I have viewed. Why don't you find a tutor who can lift your game?"

"I've been thinking about that. Never stopped actually. I guess you can see only mom in our family has no trouble getting off her butt."

Freya thought about that. "Well, now that you mention it..."

"And you find yourself very attracted to her?"

"Yes, now that you mention it."

"And are you aware she'd bi-sexual?"

"No, oh God."

"So what do you think of her now?"

Freya did her jaw thing, thrusting it out. "I don't care what she is, that's her business. I think she's a wonderful woman with a lovely personality. Likewise I accept you being a bi and probably take drugs."

"So my mom thinks I snort and pop?"

"Taylor, your mother is worried about you. She believes you are going in the wrong direction socially."

"My mother worried about me? That's a laugh. Her total focus is on my brother."

"That's not true and I suspect she's all but given up on Harvey. That leaves you alone in focus and she'd growing doubts about you."

Taylor laughed a little bitterly. "Ah, the two lost children of Katherine Chadwick. Big deal."

"You know that's being cynical."

"True, so what did you suggest to mom that would solve my problems."

"I suggested finding a good man might help but to you I suggest you ought to seek some quiet times with your mother and talk with her, not at her."

"God, you've even noticed that. She's apparently brilliant as a surgeon and I'm a failing artists. What do we have in common?"

"For a start you're mother and daughter and why did you say 'apparently' instead of saying she's a brilliant surgeon as you know what people say about her skills and devotion. Are you jealous of her?"

The SUV served and Taylor snarled, "Freya you bitch."

Freya didn't snap back. Instead she told Taylor it was the first time they had really talked, that conversations with Taylor were usually fairly superficial. "You rarely talk about real situations or express a real interest. Perhaps that superficiality reflects back into your art, that critics see no heart in your work, perhaps without knowing it."

The SUV swerved again and there was a long silence in the cabin until Taylor said quietly, "I suppose you think I ought to consult a psychologist."

"I have no such opinion. But I'd suggest there is an understanding and highly intelligent person alongside you very capable of assisting you to get out of the trough."

"My mother wouldn't be interested."

"Oh yeah?"

Taylor didn't respond so Freya said, "There's something that has been gnawing at me. May I come out and say it?"

"Of course, we are friends aren't we? You've already plowed over me like a runaway truck."

"That film of your mother and that guy..."

"Rex."

"Yes, I want you to destroy it and any copies. It's not something a daughter usually films her mother doing and wanting to show it to other people."

"Very well."

They drove into the street where the studio apartment was located. "Aren't you going to make me promise I'll destroy all evidence?"

"No."

"Why not."

"If you have to make a friend promise you something she's not a real friend."

"You really are something Freya Macdonald. My brother is a real mug neglecting you."

After warmly hugging Freya, Taylor went home and took the first two tentative steps to turn her life around. First she went to her brother's room and shook him awake and talking with an unaccustomed air of authority that surprised Harvey she berated him for neglecting Freya, saying she was one of the best things that had ever happened to him. Speaking quietly she told him to get off his butt and phone Freya to say he understood her action and to warmly wish her a good night in her new home. With only token resistance he agreed.




A Crawling Romance



Taylor then slipped into bed beside her mother who was awake and whispered, "This is a surprise. Are you okay?"

"Not I'm not mother and wish to talk. I've got to get myself sorted."

"It's late dear and I'm whacked. Just give me the headlines and you can come and take me out for lunch tomorrow. I can easily give you an hour, more with some jugging."

"An hour will be fine. Here's the outline."

Katherine listened quietly and when Taylor finished said, "Has Freya been talking to you?"

"Yes and she gave me both barrels."

Katherine kissed her daughter. "I thought she would and knew you'd listen to her."

On Saturday at noon, as arranged, Harvey went to Freya's apartment. They greeted warmly. He took the picnic basket and they walked to the riverside park. Under his other arm he carried an oblong black cardboard box. Freya carried a rug with a waterproof base and the wine. They ate and drank leisurely, talking like old friends There had been two computer crashes at the office and Harvey had been given the task of tracking down the faults in the system, so was finding his job more satisfying. Freya's news was she had three job interviews lined up for the following week.

Mellow and on the same wavelength, Harvey opened the black box his mom had insisted her take. Together they looked at the name embossed on the cover of the album: 'Our Wedding'.

"Well, you want to know what she was like. Is this a good time?"

"A splendid time and please personalize her for me Harvey providing you are relaxed about that."

"I'm very relaxed and expect to find this rather therapeutic."

Twenty minutes later it was all over and Harvey put the album away. 

"Thank you Harvey. "That was a beautiful presentation."

Harvey didn't go back up to the apartment. They kissed goodbye on the sidewalk beside his SUV.

"Dinner tomorrow night as my first guest apart from Taylor who comes every day?"

"Yes I'd like that. What is this thing between your and Taylor; she's sings in praise of you?"

"It's a true friendship Harvey. We're not having an affair although some people might think so the way we carry on. Your mom and I and helping Taylor to turn her life around. She's gone back to some of her former friends and the brother of one of them dates her for the first time tonight. He's junior partner in a law firm."

"She'll steamroller him?"

"Perhaps. He's very athletic and according to Taylor plays a funky steel guitar."

"You must tell her not to bed him on the first date."

Freya laughed and said she'd had great difficulty in trying to get Taylor to comprehend why she would hold back, saying if the guys wanted it, he wanted it. "However she said she would think about putting up some resistance."

"When can we have sex Freya?"

"You don't have to ask Harvey. Nothing has changed since I told you previously, move when you are ready."

"Thanks for that and thanks for the picnic. It went so well. One more kiss and I must go and I promised to pick up Taylor's dress at the dressmaker's as they close early on Saturdays. Taylor has found the top had become too tight since she last wore it. It's been years since we've seen her so excited about going on a date. It's some law function."

CHAPTER 4

Harvey wore a suit simply to get his mom off his back. He'd attempted to make his mom understand it was only dinner in Freya's cramped apartment and Katherine had warbled on that the hostess would be expecting a prince to arrive for dinner. Harvey couldn't understand where females found such goofy concepts.

And yesterday his mom was all over him, wanting to know how the picnic went and then he was grilled about everything he could remember saying about Sophia as they went through the wedding album.

"Perfect," his mom had said.

He was pleased the grilling had ended. "She'll learn more about Sophia when she sees the wedding film."

At that his mom had hugged him and said, "Darling I suggest you don't mention the existence of that wedding film. Just let sleeping dogs lie as those images my leave Freya with the disturbing impression that Sophia is alive."

Well, perhaps his mom was correct about that. Women seem to go dozy over films heavy on emotion. That impression confirmed later when he heard his mom suggest to Taylor to say nothing to Freya about the existence of a wedding film. Taylor just seemed to know what their mom was talking about without asking whose wedding film and why it might to unnerve Freya. All she said was, "I think you're right about that mom."

Harvey had yelled he was leaving and called to Taylor to behave like a virgin, as it was her first date with this guy. His mom came rushing out, he thought to berate him for talking to Taylor like that, but she wanted to inspect him and said she was going back into the house to get him a tie.

"No tie mom, I'm putting my foot down and you better believe me." Instead of getting mad his mom actually looked at him quite affectionately and then was actually quite helpful, reminding him of something.

"Where are the flowers?"

"Flowers? Oh yeah, I'm picking them up on the way."

"Now spend generously. Freya deserves more than a cheap bunch of wilting daisies."

The florist smiled at him like a shark when Harvey said he wanted a bunch of flowers to impress a new date. She fussed around for ages and then upped the price like a street hooker asking for thirty-five bucks. That was fucking daylight robbery. However, Freya played her part and practically passed out at the glory of the flowers she was handed.

"For me?" she'd said in a wobbly voice as if he'd handed her a diamond tiara. Still, her masterly performed made him feel all fuzzy inside.

Decision-time for the dawdling romance came with a bit of a rush, catching them both wrong-footed.

The conversation over dinner was average, no sign of progress but just before leaving the table Harvey modified a little and that would release the love bug.

"That was a swell dinner."

"Why thank you sir. I did try to impress. Sit beside me on the sofa. I'll clear away after you've gone." Freya would do that but after Harvey left after breakfast.

They'd returned after a walk to settle their meal and he went to sit on the only lounge chair to face his hostess on the sofa.

"It's more comfortable over here," Freya said, patting the sofa beside her. 

Harvey doubted that because the chair matched the sofa but looking at the white flesh above her stockings -- she really favored short skirts -- suddenly had reason to sit where instructed.

"Ooh, your after-shave smells nice," Freya said softly, touching her left tit lightly, causing Harvey to focus both of them. The material of her dress seemed to tighten as she moved. He licked his lips.

"Everything okay Harvey?"

He opened his mouth to say yes and she kissed him.

"Oooh, how did that happen?" she asked and although thinking she was out to seduce him he played along, "I have no idea."

Harvey thought what a guy would say next: 'Oh, it's a little warm in here' and undo two buttons on his shirt, hoping she'd respond and slip her hand through to rub his chest. Or he might wriggle his butt and adjust his trousers, encouraging her to focus on his crotch. Or he might casually drape a hand over her shoulders, taking care not to pull her hair, and say, 'Tell me about your dreams and aspirations'. He waited expectedly.

"Please undress me Harvey."

Harvey's cock consolidated. The boner leaped to jut within the confines of his underpants and trousers. He swallowed and being a man knew what a man had to do. He sank against her, squeezed a tit and said, "Sure thing baby" and rose to lift her by her butt cheeks and with Freya clinging to his neck was able to remove her panties.

"Oh, new underwear?"

"Yes, purchased this morning," Freya said, breathing heavily while admiring the tent in her dinner guest's trousers.

Harvey lowered her and pulled her butt to the edge of the sofa. He sank to his knees and burrowed in under the little bit of skirt remaining in his way.

Later, red-faced and panting, Freya watched with pride as Harvey re-emerged, chin dripping. He was such a beautiful pussy-licker. "Towels from the bathroom -- quickly."

Freya attended to herself and the sofa and then had to wipe Harvey's chin because he seemed unaware of the spoils on his face from his treasure hunting. He was now focused on the swollen and nipple-proud breasts. Freya had worn a light top and soft bra to facilitate breast wobble at the opportune time.

"Do you like my breasts?"

"I adore them; they are the best."

Freya's body jerked twice and she had to use the towel again.

Harvey pulled off the top and gently removed the new bra and went down to work with his mouth and tongue, delighted with the quality he had to work with. By then Freya had managed to drop Harvey's trousers and her hand went into his underpants to extract buried treasure.

"It's lovely Harvey, a real pet. May I have it?"

Reluctantly he pulled away from the breasts, managing to make her squeal as he bit a nipple on the way out. He lay back in the sofa, smiling, ready to be gobbled. 

Freya was well rewarded for her efforts and didn't need to be told she was good, but Harvey assumed she'd expect to be complimented so praised her excessively. They fucked doggie and Cowgirl on the sofa, played around in the shower, tidied up, had coffee and went to bed for Round 2 where they engaged in a drawn-out Missionary that left them replete but near exhausted.

When the tired-looking son/brother swaggered from his vehicle next morning, Katherine and Taylor watching from the kitchen window hugged each other and laughed.

"We have our boy back," Taylor said. "God, Freya better get her pussy reinforced."

"Taylor!" screamed her mother, laughing almost hysterically.

From that moment the family knew a romance was underway, tearing restraints asunder. 

Three weeks later Freya and Harvey flew to Chicago for the weekend. Freya had won a position as assistant coordinator of the combined vehicle and machinery pool for a major highways construction company based in Boston, She was to start the job on Monday. 

Freya's mother Lucy saw the taxi arrive and she and Derek met the visitors at the front door. After her parents kissed her Freya said, "Mom and dad, meet Harvey Chadwick of Boston. Harvey and I are to announce our engagement at a party next Saturday night and we've come to personally deliver you return air-tickets and a night at a 5-star hotel with our compliments -- Harvey's mom and dad insisted on paying half, saying you guys were special guests."

"Engaged?"

"Yes mom. So you'll have to find another use for William Meek. Perhaps you could take him on as your Toy Boy."

Aware Mrs Macdonald had straightened and her cheek color was deepening, Harvey cut in smoothly. "You'll have to excuse Freya Mrs Macdonald, she's such a tease. My word, that's a pretty dress."

"This old thing? Well thank you young man. Please come in and tell me all about yourself. Uncork a bottle of wine Derek."

Harvey said quietly to Derek, "Any chance of a beer Mr Macdonald?"

"Ah, you and I have something in common Harvey. Come in and tell me about your favorite brews."

* * *

In Boston Katherine and Taylor were on their third cup of coffee, hunched over the kitchen table.

"They should be arriving about now," Katherine said nervously. "I'll be heartbroken for Freya if her mother doesn't take to Harvey.

"Relax mom," Taylor said tensely. "They're probably inside now having coffee. Harvey and Freya get married with or without the old cow's blessing.

"Taylor!"

Katherine's phone received a text message. "They're coming!" she screamed.

When the excitement died Katherine asked Taylor to read the message.

"They'll be there. H admired dress No. 1 son."

Katherine asked, "What does it mean?"

Taylor, nearly engaged as personal troubleshooter for a fashion clothing designer, interpreted: "In essence it says Freya's parents will arrive next Saturday for the engagement party. Harvey, no doubt coached by Freya, admired her mother's dress and probably added other compliments and is now, as the Chinese say, 'Number one son' or if that's too literal for you, "Mrs Macdonald already admires the new gentleman in her life called Harvey Chadwick."

"I don't doubt you dear but how could you read all that into Freya's very brief message?"

"Texting is interactive communication mom -- it requires the sender to tap in words and the receiver to activate his or her brain."

"What was your reply?"

'Just something to acknowledge message read.

"What was it?"

"Here, I'll show you."

The message was: Gud fk'n.

"I don't understand."

"Use you brain mom. Figure it out."

THE END