8 comments/ 17741 views/ 7 favorites A Truth Half Told By: Cromagnonman "Do you love me?" She asked me, looking me straight in the eyes. "Of course I do." I lied to her. I was getting good at lying to her, it comes with practice. It was only a little lie, I didn't want to hurt her. "That's good because I love you and I'd hate to think that I'm wasting my time with someone who tells me he loves me just so he can fuck me." She kissed me and I returned her kiss, another thing I was good at. This charade began several months ago when my boss, her father, asked me to escort her to some industry function. I made sure that I was on my best behaviour, doing nothing that would upset her and incur his wrath. I was a little too successful it seems, because she has been clinging to me ever since. It all came to a head a couple of minutes ago when she suggested that it would be a good idea if she were to move in with me. "Do you really think that this is a good idea?" I asked her, hoping that she would consider my input on this decision. That was when she asked me if I loved her. Don't get me wrong, I don't hate her, for that would be hard to do that given that she's a nice enough girl. It's just that she can be very clingy. I was told by a workmate that her previous boyfriend did a runner and joined the army to get away from her. "Then why don't you want me to move in with you?" Now this question required me to think on my feet. "Because," I was in the starting blocks ready to run, "because, I don't think that your father is ready for this move." (A clean start I thought.) "Daddy will let me do whatever I want, and I want to move in with you. I love you Mark, and I want to spend as much time with you as possible. What could be wrong with that?" "I don't know, there are all sorts of reasons why it's not such a good idea, at least not yet." "If not now, when?" "Well, there's your father, what if he thinks that I've convinced you to move in with me to further my career prospects? Come to think of it, the other people in the office will think that's what is happening, they know that we've been dating but we haven't been going together long enough to take this major step in our lives. And I want to be very sure that I'm ready. I know that I love you, and you're a fabulous girl, but I think we should just take it slowly and not make any hasty decisions that may hurt us later. We have our whole lives ahead of us, one wrong decision, one false move, and that'll be ruined, and I don't want to be the cause of ruining your life." "I suppose you're right, but for tonight, can we pretend that we're living together?" "What did you have in mind?" I knew exactly what she had in mind. Surely, I thought, it can't be any worse than a night of casual sex. It was going well, she was showing me that she was prepared to do anything for me, when my phone rang. I picked it up and looked at the number on the screen, shit it was her father. "Hello." "Mark, it's George, George Minton your boss," (I didn't much like the way that he said 'your boss') "Is Kate there with you?" "Yes she is, would you like a word with her?" "That was the general idea, yes. Will you put her on." It wasn't so much a request but a command. "Certainly, sir." I looked down at Kate. "It's your father, he wants to speak to you." She spat out my cock and took the phone from me. "Hello Daddy." This was followed by a lot of talking from her father that I couldn't hear properly, punctuated by a lot of 'yes Daddy's' until she handed me the phone. "He wants to speak to you." "Yes, sir?" I tried to make my voice sound authoritative, I don't think it worked. "You are to bring Kate home immediately, and don't just drop her off outside, I want to speak to you." I put my phone down and looked at a sheepish Kate. "I gather from this conversation that you told your father that you were going somewhere other than here with me." "I told him that I was going to Jenny's house. How was I to know that he'd call her to check up on me?" "You lied to him just so that you could come and see me, and now he thinks that I have some hold over you to make you deceive him like this. I know that he will blame me for this and I'll probably lose my job." (I know I'm laying it on a bit thick here, but it gives me the perfect reason to stop seeing her, if I need it.) "I'm sorry Darling, but I just had to see you tonight, it's been so long since we've had time together, alone." (Yeah right, try two nights ago, that was the last time we were together.) "You can't blame me for wanting to see you, can you?" "No, I can't blame you, but now we're going to have to be careful not to do anything, like lying to him, so that we'll have this time together. You do realise that I might be forced to stop seeing you if I want to keep my job, don't you?" "Don't say that! Don't even think it. What am I going to do if Daddy forces us apart?" "That depends on how strong your feelings for me are. Are they strong enough to stand a short separation?" "Only if you promise that you'll wait for however long it takes for me to get Daddy to let me see you." "Please, don't hassle him too much or you'll make it worse for both of us. (If I keep talking I can avoid making that promise) I know your father and I've seen what happens to people who try to get him to change his mind over something." "Don't worry, I've had some years of practice at this." "It didn't work tonight now did it?" "There was a reason why he called Jenny looking for me, he wanted to tell me some good news. Oh Darling, we are going to have to spend some time apart, he has arranged for a vacation for the family. If it wasn't for this, I might have been able to get an invite for you, and then we could have been together and you could really get to know my family, your future family." "This is what I was afraid of, you are wanting to move our relationship along too quickly, we should take it slowly and let our love develop. We have to know whether this is love and not just lust, that it's us wanting to spend the rest of our lives together and not just enjoying short times together in bed, making love. Don't get me wrong, I love that part of it, but I want more, can't you see that?" "Yes, I can see that, and that's what I want too, it's just that I love the feel of you inside me." She grabbed my cock and placed its head against her pussy lips. ("Help me." I silently pleaded to whatever Supreme Being would listen.) "Stop that." I said as I took her hand off him and rolled away from her. "I've got to get you home, and quickly, or he'll have me on the rack come Monday." "Oh I suppose so." Now she was sulking as she climbed out of my bed and began to put her clothes on. Even in this simple enough task she turned into a huge production, a reverse strip tease, when she pulled her panties on she had to smooth them down and make sure that they fitted snugly between her legs. This took a lot of running her hands over her pussy. And then there was her bra, she fastened the clasp and turned it so that it was now at the back, and then she slipped the shoulder straps slowly up her arms into position, and then she had to make sure that her boobs were comfortably nestled into the bra cups and this required her to run her hand around the inside of the cup and lift the boobs so that the bra fitted snugly under them and then smooth the fabric, in the process tweaking the nipples so that they stood out. I tried hard not to look, without success, and the more that I looked the more that she enjoyed herself. I don't know how much more of this I can stand before I eventually succumb to her efforts. "Please, will you hurry, I don't know how patient you father is when it comes to you." She was now up to her pantyhose, and this was an even more involved production involving a lot of caressing, especially between her legs, to ensure a snug fit with no wrinkles. Eventually, after several agonising minutes, she was ready to go home and face her father. We climbed into my car and she sat as close to me as possible with her hand on my cock. I just sat there until she asked me why I wasn't moving, why I hadn't even started the motor. "Because, I am not moving from here until you put your seatbelt on." (In Australia it is mandatory to wear seatbelts at all times when driving.) "You're a spoilsport not letting me sit close. I hate wearing seatbelts because the crush my clothes." (Think Mark, how can you get her to actually like wearing seatbelts?) "They may crush your clothes but the shoulder strap makes your boobs stand out, and it's all I can do to keep my eyes off them." She looked down and saw how the belt emphasised the valley between her boobs and smiled as she smoothed the bodice of her dress. I started the motor and took her home. There was no way that I could have escaped her father. As I pulled into her driveway the security light came on at the same time that the front door opened and he came out. Belligerent hardly describes his mood and I didn't know whether it was directed at me or both of us and it was with fear and trepidation that I ushered Kate forward towards our doom. "Inside, now, both of you!" So we went inside as commanded. "Sit!" We sat. "Now, if you don't mind, what the hell do you mean lying to me so that you can sneak off for, I hate to think what you were doing, with this, this person?" "But Daddy, I love him and I wanted to be with him." (Shit, this was not the answer that he was hoping for.) "LOVE! You, my girl, are hardly old enough to know the meaning of the word. You are infatuated with the thought that you are in love, but it's not really love. And how does he feel about you?" "He's told me he loves me." She said softly, she was losing her resolve under his barrage. "That's what your last boyfriend told you, right up until he joined the Army to get away from you. He told you that just so he could get into your pants and you fell for it, just as you're falling for it now." I was just about to say something, my mouth was open but, before anything could come out of it, he held up his hand. "Quiet, I'll get to you shortly." I shut my mouth. "Your mother and I made the mistake of trying to keep you in cotton wool, to shield you from the world at large thinking that we were protecting you. Now it seems that you are doing everything that we've tried to protect you from just to get back at us. You are twenty years old but acting like a spoilt thirteen year old. You are grounded until next week when we leave on our vacation, and that means no sneaking out to be with Mark here, or anyone else." "But Daddy you can't do that, I'm an adult, not some little kid." "What have I just been telling you, emotionally you are still a kid." "But how am I ever going to grow up if you don't let me experience life?" "That is something that your mother and I are going to discuss with you while we are away from distractions." He glared at me as if I was the distraction. "As for you young man, you had better leave right this minute and I expect to see you on Monday morning at nine sharp, in my office. You and I are going to have a long talk." "Yes Sir." I left. Now I've got two days to decide what I'm going to say to him. Do I tell him that I would be quite happy for him to ban Kate from ever seeing me? I didn't want to not see her again, I just didn't want to see her all the time, and I just wasn't ready for that sort of commitment. Do I tell him that I wanted to continue seeing her? Don't get me wrong, she's a nice enough girl in small doses, I quite like her in fact, and being her friend certainly wouldn't do my career prospects any harm. Which was the truth and which was the lie? Shit I don't know, and I've only got two days to work it out. By Sunday night I was beginning to miss her, miss the closeness to her when we sat on my sofa watching TV or listening to music, miss waiting for her to give in to her urges and kiss me and then, for her hand to reach across and caress my cock, telling me that she was no longer interest in the TV or that the music would make a perfect background accompaniment to our lovemaking. I had to ask myself if it was her or her lovemaking that I was missing; I came down in favour of it being both. I hauled myself off to bed and tried to sleep, but all that I could think of was my meeting with her father in the morning. I tried to read myself to sleep but that didn't work. I tried music and that must have been successful because my next waking thought was that my alarm was loud and insistent, and that I could put off getting out of bed not a minute longer. With my very best (and only) suit on, a freshly ironed shirt and polished shoes, I walked into the outer office to be greeted by Miranda, his PA. "He's waiting for you Mark, go straight in. By the way, what have you done to him, he's not in a good mood?" That was all that I needed, him in a shitty mood. I knocked once and went in, to have waited for him to answer my knock would tell him that I was scared, and that was the last thing I wanted, I would be best able to handle him if he thought that I wasn't scared of him. Of course nothing could have been further from the truth, I was on the verge of shitting myself. "Sit." He pointed to the chair opposite him. "Now, I've had a long talk with Kathryn, and she tells me that she hadn't arranged to meet you on Friday night, that she just turned up on your doorstep, is that true?" This was the first time that I'd ever heard him call her 'Kathryn', this didn't look good at all. "Yes and no." "Come sir, it has to be one or the other, it cannot be both, which is it, the truth or a lie?" "It is true that she turned up unexpected, but it is also true that we had arranged to meet, sort of. You see when I saw her on Wednesday we agreed to meet if she was free. She told me that she vaguely remembered that she had a previous arrangement with a friend, but she couldn't remember what it was or which friend. She told me that she'd check her Ipad and if there was nothing, or that she could change the other appointment , she would come over. I was half expecting her, but wouldn't have worried if she didn't come over." "Hrumph, I guess I can accept that. Now, the next question what are your plans for the future with her?" "I don't know. It is too early for me to have a clear idea where this is heading. If, as I hope, we are looking at this becoming a long term prospect then I will have to make a decision. If it appears as if this will eventually peter out then I will call it off before it reaches a difficult phase for her, but if it turns out that we are both of the opinion that we want it develop further, then we will face that decision then." I needed him to at least think that I'm a level headed person and not some sex starved young stud looking for an easy fuck. "I need to know whether you are just going with Kate to further your career and financial prospects, or whether your feelings for her run much deeper. I am going to make a proposition to you, we, that's my wife and I and Kate, are going away on a vacation. Kate has already tried to get us to invite you along, but I'll have none of that. What I want from this separation is to see if your love for her can stand a time apart, to that end I'm going to place temptation in your hands." He handed me a slip of paper. "This is where we are staying, see if you can stay away, knowing that if you turn up trying to see her you will be fired immediately. But then if you don't try to see her it will prove to me that you don't love her enough. What will it be, your love is so strong that you'll give up your career for her, or will you give her up for your career?" "I need to discuss this with Kate, I need to know what her feelings for me are." "That I must forbid, you will have no contact with her until we return, unless you want her enough to give up your career. Did I mention that if the two of you decide in favour of love, she'll be cut off without a penny. The choice is yours, a career without her or the poorhouse with her." "I know what I want but you've removed that option so I'll have to give it a great deal of thought, it's not a decision that I can make lightly." "Those are the options, it's now up to you. That will be all." I was dismissed. I somehow got through the day and went straight home, expecting to find a message from Kate on my phone answer machine. There was nothing. Oh well, I have two weeks to think about what I want to do, two weeks without Kate to distract me, hell I was getting horny for her after only two days, what are two weeks going to do to me? I found when I returned home on Wednesday evening that it wasn't all up to me, I was being forced to consider Kate and her feelings, not only for me, but for us. What was waiting for me was a letter that she had written when she was alone in her room and had smuggled out and posted in a nearby post box. Darling Mark, I miss you so very much and wish that I could have persuaded Father to let you come with us. I was hoping that the two of you could spend some time to get to know each other and for him to respect my love for you. But that isn't to be and I beg you to make no attempt to contact me, because, much as it hurts me, he has told me that if you do he will fire you. Be brave my Darling, please, for us you have to be strong and not give in to the hurt of being kept apart from me, just as I must be brave. I lay here on my lonely bed, writing this and remembering, feeling, your touch on my body, the touch of your lips on mine, and living with the knowledge that you are the love of my life. I look forward to next week when we can be together again and those feelings can become a reality once more. I am convinced that my father is trying to distract me from you, we had no sooner arrived here than he took me to a surf shop. A surf shop for crying out loud! He pretended that he was interested in surfing and even went as far as buying board shorts and a steamer suit, I half expected that he would buy a surfboard. But the real reason that he took me there was boys, hundreds of them, bronzed, toned, dreadlocked surfer boys, YUK! I bought a bikini and we left. He sat me down and told me what he had told you, and I couldn't believe that you would have chosen your career over my love. Please won't you change your mind? I will be devastated if I am to lose you. He told me that the next two weeks would give me some time to get over you, but I'll never get over you, never. He can parade a thousand young men in front of me but I will not even look at them. My eyes, as well as my heart have only one person in mind and that is you, my wonderful darling. I will devote my time to working out a way that we can be together and soon. Until I get to see you again my Darling love, I must console myself with a finger or two. If you hold this paper up to your nose you will smell my pussy, something to remember me by while you are jerking off. (Sorry, I just had to say that.) See you soon, my one true love, Kate. X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X My first thought was to find some way of contacting her, if only to tell her that I had not chosen my career over her love, and that I was prepared to wait until she returned and discuss it with her. Then I began to wonder just what he had told her. If, as she had mentioned, he told her that I had chosen my career, then he had lied to her. What other lies had he told? To what lengths would he stoop just to keep us apart, and why? I didn't jerk off as she had suggested, but I did sniff the letter and a familiar aroma was faintly present on the paper, trust her to come up with that. I lay on my bed, my thoughts in total turmoil, not one coherent one among them, it got so bad that I forced myself to get up and go to the living room an turn on the TV to watch some ridiculous programme, just to take my mind off my concerns. It was moderately successful, I went to sleep in the middle of an old movie and woke hours later to find my thoughts returning to Kate. A Truth Half Told Next day at work I not only did the work expected of me, but I spent my lunch break researching George and the family company. In amongst the papers I found a biography of George's father, George Senior. Interested, I borrowed it and took it home for a little light reading. At best, I thought, it would be the cure for insomnia that I was looking for. It turned out to be anything but. In the midst of the usual guff about how wonderful the senior George was, there was a small entry concerning the relationship between father and son. It seems that young George had taken a fancy to one of the office girls and professed his undying love for her. Old George forbade this romance and threatened to cut young George off without a penny if he continued with it. Young George did, he went behind his father's back and continued seeing her. Inevitably their affair was discovered when she fell pregnant to young George and they went to him to announce that they intended to marry. Old George was angry, but relented and they were allowed to marry. What he hadn't told them was that he'd been keeping an eye on them the whole time and that the reason that he had forbidden them to see each other was to establish whether their love could withstand the pressure of having to keep it secret from him, all the time with the threat of losing his inheritance hanging over them, and if she'd stick around knowing that there was no financial gain to be had from it. There was more and I was going to save that for tomorrow night, I had a big day at work tomorrow and I needed as much sleep as I could get. The music did its trick again and I felt so much better in the morning, although there was something missing from my life, Kate. When was I going to see her again? I had begun to think that I couldn't last for the two weeks that she would be away, a thought that I hadn't thought possible, not that long ago. There was a letter waiting for me when I got home; My Darling Mark, I've got it, and if I've got it you're going to get it. I've thought of a way that we can see each other soon. Daddy announced that he and Mum were going sailing on Saturday, and asked if I didn't mind staying at the holiday cottage. It was all that I could do to stop myself from thanking him for giving me the opportunity to see you. We are going to the movies. Just think about it, sitting there in the dark, and I'll put my jacket over my knees and you can slide your hand under it and play with my pussy, and if you put your jacket over your knees I can play with your cock. I know it's not the same as making love, but it can be the next best thing, and it will just have to do until I get home. I'm getting wet just thinking about it. I'm going to sit on this page so that my pussy juices can soak into it. I'll meet you at the cinema at twelve, and don't forget to bring a jacket. Until I see you on Saturday then. I love you, Kate X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X A short note to be sure, just a stained page that smelled of her pussy, yet one filled with hope. But did I want this? Did I really want to throw my career away, or would I be better off not meeting her? Hell I don't know what to do and there was no way that I could talk it over with her. What would she say if I didn't turn up at the cinema? Would she forgive any excuse that I could come up with that would save my arse, so that if I wanted to see her again she wouldn't tell me to fuck off? I drove up the coast and parked my car in the parking lot behind the cinema. With my eyes unaccustomed to the low light in the foyer, I walked in, looking around to find her. That was pretty much a waste of effort because within seconds her arms were around me and her lips were trying to force their way through my face and out the back of my head. Who could fail to react to her enthusiasm? It would take a much stronger man than me, that's for sure. "You came, I knew you would, but I've been pacing up and down here for the last hour, scare stiff that you wouldn't. But you did my love, you came to me. Let's get inside and get comfortable." The theatre lights were still up and there were ads on the screen when we walked in. It was less than half full so we had a choice of seats. The back row it was. "What are we seeing?" I asked. "Who cares?" She had just spread her jacket over her knees and I heard the zipper of her jeans slide down. She grabbed my hand and led it to her crotch. "I haven't got any knickers on, just for you." She was right, my hand entered through the gap and straight on to her shaved pussy. My jacket was spread over my knees and she didn't wait for me to unzip. "So, you're a commando today, I like this." She was stroking him even before the lights went down. About half an hour into whatever it was that was showing on the screen I had to stop her. "Hold it, if you keep that up I'll come all over the place and how are we going to explain the mess?" "No problem at all." She bent down and took him in her mouth. A couple of minutes later her cheeks were swelling as she tried to keep up with my come that was spurting from my cock. When I'd finished she let him go and sat up, smiling her come filled smile at me. "See, no problem." She said after swallowing. By the end of whatever it was on the screen we were dishevelled, apart from the open zips there were buttons undone and her shirt hung from her shoulders and her boobs were exposed for me to fondle and kiss and generally play with, while my shirt was open for her to run her hands over my body, her fingers through the soft hairs on my chest. Physically we were a mess, emotionally even messier, she told me that she loved me and I believed her, I told her that I loved her and was beginning to believe my own words, words that were supported by my actions. There was a mad scramble as the end credits were scrolling up the screen to prepare ourselves for leaving the cinema. She enjoyed stuffing my cock back into my jeans and making sure that she didn't catch him when she pulled the zipper up. I still had to wait for a few minutes before I could stand without anyone seeing my erection. Hand in hand we were strolling through the foyer when we heard a voice from behind us. "Have you kids been having fun?" We spun around to be confronted by George, my boss, George, Kate's father George. "We need to talk." Said George with menace and giving us no chance to reply, leading us instead from the cinema to the car park. "Follow me." He ordered as he climbed into his car. Kate and I got into mine and we followed him back to their holiday cottage. "I do believe that the world as we know it has come to an end." I said to Kate as we drove behind his car. "I'm sure that it'll be alright." She didn't sound at all sure. "Well young lady, what do you have to say for yourself?" He said as we sat down, he didn't even give us a chance to get comfortable before launching into his tirade. "Did you think that I wouldn't know that you'd try to get in contact with Mark? Did you honestly think that I'd let you get away with it? Did you stop to think that the sailing trip wasn't just a ruse to get you to invite him up here for a session of sex?" "But Daddy, I couldn't live without him." "So you enticed him up here even after I explained what would happen to him if you did?" "I thought . . . ." "But you didn't think." He interrupted. "You thought only of yourself, not of Mark, not of your Mother, or, for that matter me." "I think that you're being a little harsh on her." I said. "If you knew what she would do, why are you angry when she did it?" "You're defending her? I think that you should be considering your own future, what there is of it." "It's not my future that worries me, I can live with that, find a new career so that I can continue seeing Kate and hopefully marrying her in the future." Wow, that stopped them dead in their tracks, George looked at me to see if I was serious while Kate looked at me as if for the first time she really believed that I was ready for a commitment. She grabbed me and kissed me. "Oh Mark, do you really mean that?" "I wouldn't have said it if I didn't, do you think that I'd lie to you?" "No, of course I don't." She kissed me again only this time longer. "Will you put him down and let me finish." George could feel that we weren't as scared of him as he'd hoped. "Now where was I?" "You were issuing all sorts of threats about how I'm now a part of the unemployed masses and have no future, and that Kate is going to feel your wrath for some time to come. I think that you should consider us in your thoughts, consider how we feel. Just because we chose to defy you doesn't mean that we don't still love you, it just means that we've decided that we have a life together, whether you agree with us or not." He turned to Kate, "Do you see what you're letting yourself in for? You won't be able to get away with anywhere near as much as I've let you get away with. Do you feel that you can live with this sort of autocratic behaviour?" "I've managed it so far, the difference between the pair of you is that Mark actually considers my feelings." "Whereas I don't, is that what you're saying?" "Yes, that's exactly what I'm saying. You haven't let me grow up in a normal environment, you're always making my decisions for me and hang what I think. You do the same to Mother and she's put up with it for years, she doesn't like it. But she puts up with it." "Did she tell you that?" "She didn't have to, if you had any feeling for her you would have noticed it." "For someone that had to work as hard as you did to get her I'm surprised that you would act towards her like that." I said. This brought a sharp reaction from him. "What would you know about what I went through?" "I know a lot about it because I read about it." "Where would you find such rubbish?" "I read it in your father's biography." He looked sharply at me and was about to say something but I beat him to the punch. "What you have done to Kate and me is a case of Déjà vu for you, it is exactly what your father did to you, and how did you react? Was it any different from how Kate and I have reacted?" "It doesn't change the fact that you, both of you, have defied me, have gone against my explicit orders, and you expect me to be happy with that?" "No, I don't expect you to be happy, I just expect you to accept it, and let us get on with our lives." I said "I suppose that you think that I'll relent and not fire you?" "Fire me, on what grounds?" "You disobeyed my instructions." "But your instructions have nothing to do with my job or my work performance, they are a personal matter between you and me. If you fire me on that basis I will sue for wrongful dismissal." He looked at me and for the first time he saw in me, not the subservient young employee, but someone who was prepared to fight for what he wanted. He nodded, not to me or Kate, but to himself, he had made a decision. "I see that I'll have to know a lot more about you, young man, if I am to allow you to continue to see my daughter." "What would you like to know, I have nothing to hide." "I have never heard you mention your family, I assume that you have one?" "I have, not that I take any pride in them. Don't get me wrong, I do love them but I'm not proud of them, I've tried to maintain a respectful distance from them, I even changed my surname so as not to be associated with them, I have taken my maternal grand-mother's maiden name, I liked her." "They really must have hurt you," Kate said, "for you to not want to have anything more to do with them." "Yes, you see, they had my life planned out, right down to the finest detail, and gave no thought to me, or my desires. I was to join the family company, to marry the girl chosen for me, live in the house that they had chosen and were prepared to buy for me, for us, they even had names chosen for the ensuing children. When I told them that I wanted to have some control over my life, they were very angry and called me ungrateful. To say we parted on good terms would be to lie to you." "You have no brothers or sisters?" "No, I was what was known as a spoilt brat, an only child who had his every whim catered for, but it wasn't enough for me, apart for Grandma, there was no love involved and that is why I have taken my time to be sure of my emotions here. I do not like, or want my life dictated to by anyone," I looked at him, "and when you applied those conditions to me and my relationship with Kate, I was determined to examine closely how I felt about her, and if my feelings were strong enough, I would defy you. I just hope now that Kate feels as strongly about me, because my arse is on the line here. I could see my whole life disappear down the gurgler, and for what? Nothing, and that's what I'm afraid of right now." Kate moved to me, put her arms around my neck and rested her forehead against mine, her smile said most of it, and her words filled in the blanks. "My Darling Mark, that was the most loving thing that I have ever heard, for you to stand up to my father because you love me is just what I wanted to hear. I love you so very much, I just want to take you to bed and make love to you forever." I hoped that George didn't hear that bit of news or he'd be really angry. I looked at him and there was a smile on his face. Don't tell me that he's happy with all of this? I just could not believe it. "It's not over yet, I have not given my consent to you continuing to see Kate. There is much to discuss, and many questions to be answered, before that happens, but, and this is a big but, you may stay with us until Monday on one condition, that you don't have sex with Kate, can you manage that?" "I can, if you promise to let me keep seeing her until you make your final decision." "And how do you feel about this Kate?" "I don't think that I can stop myself from making love to Mark, but if we agree with your terms I sure as hell will give it my best shot." She saw the look on his face. "Of course I can, sheesh, the sacrifices I have to make for love." "In the mean time we have much to discuss, Kate, will you make us all a coffee, and see if you can persuade your mother to join us, she was afraid that there was going to be a fight." Kate went off to make coffee and get her mother. They both arrived several minutes later with the goodies and we all sat around munching on the pastries and sipping coffee. Ruth, Kate's mother was the first to speak. "So, you've had your discussion without coming to blows, I guess that's a positive start." "Mark here seems to be a level headed young man, he's what Kate needs, not some wimpy little man who'll do whatever she demands to gain favour. I think that there's hope for them, but we still have a lot to talk about." "George, this isn't a business meeting we're having here, I'm sure that the kids will want some say in whatever decision is made." "If we're not careful we'll have no say." George said. There was the beginning of a smile on his face, as if approval wasn't that far away. "We haven't discussed in detail the rather strained relationship he has with his parents. I don't want this to cause any problems in the future and I think that he should make contact with them and let them know what's going on in his life. You never know, it might lead to a reconciliation between them." "I can't see that happening, but if you insist it's the very least that I can do. Just give me time to work up the courage." I have to admit that I'd begun to look on George under a completely new light, he was even beginning to grow on me, and that was before he took us all out to dinner, and it wasn't a cheap cafe either, it was the full silver service restaurant, luckily I'd had some experience with this otherwise I might have made a fool of myself. I didn't even have to watch George or Ruth to find out which knife of fork to use, and after the usual ritual I have to admit that the wine was excellent. Eventually Kate and I found ourselves in bed. I have to admit that we did try to not give in to our carnal desires, Kate held out for much longer than I expected before she put her arms around me and grabbed my cock. "I can't stand this, having you here in bed with me and to be told that I can't touch you or love you, I say 'fuck it, and let's make love'." I turned to face her, in the half light of the moon shining through the thin curtains she looked so sweet and innocent. Her looks lied, there was nothing innocent about what she was doing to me. I had to take control of the situation. I took her hand from my cock and placed it round my neck and kissed her, softly, on the lips. She surprised me by returning my kiss just as softly, she was allowing me to take control. My kiss was just the beginning of my exploration of her and her body, I explored her entire body, seeking out those places that gave her the most pleasure and concentrating on them. She relaxed under my touch, nothing more than the occasional contented sigh invaded the stillness of the room, even after I'd pushed into her compliant body. She made no sound at first but her pussy said it all, squeezing him as he slid deep inside her only to withdraw almost all the way out again and pausing, his head resting between her lips before sliding back into her pussy. When she came she kissed me to stifle the sound that otherwise would have woken the dead, instead it was an only just audible, drawn out sob. When she stopped shuddering and I withdrew my depleted cock from her, she took her mouth from mine. "That was worth any punishment that Daddy can give us. I don't care what he thinks anymore, I want you and that's the end of it, if he thinks otherwise he can go jump." "I wonder how he's going to cope with the new and improved you?" "Am I? New and improved that is." "Yes, very much so. Now I think that we should try and get some sleep , which, of course means that you're to keep your hands off me." "Spoil sport, I guess that it's goodnight then." The next day brought with it a new problem, one that I had no reason to like. George has insisted that I should introduce my parents to him and Ruth and Kate. My major concern was that, because Kate wasn't the chosen one, they would totally reject her as being an unsuitable choice. "You mentioned that you've taken your maternal grand-mother's maiden name, do you mind me asking, what is your real name?" "Barrington, it's Barrington." "No, I can't say that I know them. What does your father do?" "He's an Electrical Engineer, he has his own business that I was supposed to be interested in but, to his great disappointment, I'm not the slightest bit interested." "And your mother, does she work?" "No, she's a professional socialite, she can be seen at all of the right and proper functions. She never goes anywhere without a reason, mostly it's to attract donations to various worthy causes." "I would very much like to meet them, how soon can you arrange it?" "As I said last night, I have to work up the courage to tackle them, it may take some time." "Whatever happened to the young man who stood up to me last evening? The one that totally ignored my orders last night, and there's no point in denying that you two made love last night." It turned out to be a pleasant day, George and I had a long discussion in which he questioned me about my plans for the future and then discussed his plans for my future that included being groomed for stardom, at least an executive role in the company in the medium term. And things got even better when Kate and her mother joined in the conversation and the subject got around to such topics as the wedding and where we intended to live. "I'll not stand for you living in some pokey little apartment, you have to have a proper house with at least three bedrooms for when you have children." A Truth Half Told "I haven't given my approval yet." George stated as firmly as he could. "But you're going to, aren't you?" The look that Ruth gave him told him no uncertain terms that she wasn't going to even consider that he wouldn't give his approval. He gave the appearance of a beaten man. I didn't go home on Sunday night, or Monday morning, in fact I stayed with them for the whole week. George rang Miranda on Monday and told her that I was vacationing with them and to process the appropriate paperwork. The longer I stayed with them the more I got to like them and the more that all of them got to like me. It should have been a happy time for me except for one thing. I rang my parents the phone was answered by Mrs. Soames. "Is that really you Mark?" She asked in response to my identifying myself. "I'm sorry, but your parents are currently overseas on business, and are not expected back until early next week, if you leave a number where you can be contacted I'll pass the message on to them." I was just about to hang up the phone, I didn't know whether I was relieved or disappointed, when she spoke again. "How are you getting on Mark? Are you keeping well? I was saddened when you had your disagreement with your parents and left, I've been concerned about you ever since. I even get the feeling that your parents are concerned. Your mother told me that the girl that they had selected for you was a lovely girl, and they thought that she was perfect for you. She was disappointed that you didn't even have the courtesy to meet her for yourself." "She might have been perfect, but the very fact that they chose her without even consulting me, or asking if I actually wanted to get married, now, that I found to be insulting, I could even have been gay for all they knew." "Oh Mark, you aren't gay are you, please tell me that you're not." "No, I'm not gay, in fact I have a very nice girlfriend, and that's the reason I wanted to speak with them, I want them to meet Kate and her parents." "Now I'm certain that they will call you when they return. Good-bye Mark, and congratulations." It would have been a perfect week if not for the constant doubt in my mind about the prospect of my parents not liking Kate or hers. Kate and I slept together every night without raising further comment from George or Ruth, they included us in any decision on what to do during the day, we ate at home every night and Kate and I actually prepared dinner for them. They said that they enjoyed it, but then they might just have been diplomatic so as not to upset us. Kate and I drove home on Sunday night and she spent the night with me and I dropped her home on my way to work on Monday morning. I had just sat at my desk when my phone rang, it was Miranda. "Mark, Mr. Minton would like to speak with you, as soon as possible." I went straight up to his office. "What's going on Mark, I haven't seen him in this happy a mood for a long time?" "I'm sure that he'll tell you in due course, but I can't say anything without his permission." This confused her even more. I tapped on his door and went straight in. "You wanted to see me?" "Yes, sit down Mark. We have to set down some procedures around the way that we interact in the office, I don't want the rest of the staff getting the impression that I'm somehow favouring you over them, I'm sure that they already know that you spent the past week with me and my family, and they'll more than likely assume that there is something going on between us, but I would appreciate it if you say nothing and behave as you have before last week. Can you do that for me?" "Of course, I expected nothing less, you can be sure that I'll say nothing, not even to Miranda." He looked relieved. The next non-business phone call I received was the one that I'd been dreading. "Mark, it's your mother speaking, I understand that you have found yourself a young lady prepared to put up with you." "Yes Mother, I have, and would like to introduce her and her parents to you and Father, if that is possible." "Of course it is, why wouldn't it be?" Now this is a turn-up for the books, not the reaction that I was expecting at all. "When would you like to bring them out to meet us?" "When would suit you? I know how busy you are, so we'll fit in with you." "Would Friday night be acceptable, say seven o'clock for dinner at seven-thirty?" "Yes, we'll be there, and thank you." I was surprised, I fully expected her usual condescension but got instead politeness. I rang Kate and told her of our impending doom, and then George to make sure that he and Ruth would be available. Friday night and I arrived to pick up Kate, but George insisted that we should ride with him and Ruth, so we sat in the back of his E Class Mercedes as he drove to my parent's house. I held Kate's hand and she squeezed mine and smiled to me, telling me that everything was going to be all right, I wasn't so sure. Mrs Soames answered the door. "Won't you please come in. Let me take your coats." She collected our assorted coats and hung them on the hall stand. "It's very good to see you again Mark, I've missed you. Would you follow me. They're in the library." She led us down the hallway to the library where we found my parents sitting in state in their favourite large leather chairs. They rose to greet us and this is where it got really weird for me. "George, Ruth," (Hang on I hadn't introduced them yet, do they know each other?) "It's been too long, and this must be Kate." Mother held out her hand to Kate and I almost expected Kate to kiss it. "I'm pleased to meet you Mrs Barrington, Mark has told me so much about you." "And you still came? I'm surprised." "Mother, please, let us have no unpleasantness." "We could not be happier, our plan has worked." "What? What are you talking about, what plan?" "You didn't honestly think that, after all the planning we'd done to get you to marry Kate that we'd give up just because you were so pig-headed that you wouldn't even look at her? No, we had to be devious and enlist George and Ruth's help to make sure that it worked out well in the end." "Did you know about this?" I asked Kate. "I had no idea, if I had you wouldn't have even got close to me." "Would someone please explain what this is all about? I want the whole story, not an edited version." My mother took up the narrative. "We knew George and Ruth through mutual friends and had seen Kate around at various functions and thought that she would make a suitable wife for you, so we approached them and discussed it with them. We kept a close watch on Kate while George and Ruth kept an eye on you. The more that we saw of the two of you the more that we became convinced that we had made a wise choice. Then your stubborn streak kicked in and you flatly refused to meet her, so we had to come up with another strategy. After you'd refused our offer of employment it was arranged for you to go work for George, and it was no accident that you should have been asked to escort her to that function. George did have to offer her previous boyfriend a large sum of money to dump her, but it was worth it." Kate looked sharply at her father, hardly believing what she had just heard. "It all depended on you and Kate getting along. We didn't expect fireworks straight away, but she did agree that you weren't half bad. Then came the fun part, we had to test you and your feelings for her, and to do this George had to make it hard for you by creating the situation where you, both of you, met each other in defiance of his commands. The harder it was for you to meet, the stronger your desire, until you saw the light and realised that you and Kate were really meant for each other. Problem solved." I looked at my smug parents and then at an equally smug George. "George, can I have a word with you in private?" I didn't wait for his response before I left the library and headed down the hallway to the back door. I stood on the lawn and turned to him. "You lied to me!" I yelled at him. "You lied to scare me off and it almost worked, I almost gave up on Kate and walked away from my future happiness. And now I find out that you didn't want to scare me off at all, it was all a devious scheme to get us together." I was never so angry in my life, how could he do this to me? How could they do this to me? I was confused, I had been manipulated by my parents as well as Kate's. "Did you have to lie to me?" "No I didn't, because it wasn't a lie, it was a truth half told. Look at this from my perspective, there's a lot at stake here, my daughter's happiness was my priority, and then there is the future of my company to consider. I have no sons and I don't want to have to sell it when I retire, and I certainly don't want some fortune hunter marrying my daughter just to get his hands on it. Third in the order of merit was your happiness, I had to be very sure of your motives, did you, do you love her, or are you one of those fortune hunters who is prepared to marry for money and look elsewhere for love. I had to be certain before I decided what to do next." He held out his hand to me. "Welcome aboard Mark, son, welcome to your new world."