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Becoming More Female Friendly

By: egmontgrigor2010



CHAPTER 1

Nursing low expectations, Freddie Dixon went into the final interviews to become a VIP driver for Franklin & Schmidt Law. 

Although Freddie believed he'd done well in initial interviews and in the driving test apart from arriving late at the pickup zone and later being told by the examiner he had exceeded the speed limit three times, he knew he'd handled the Cadillac DTS impressively. Even so he was competing against eight other top candidates, seven of whom had experience as commercial drivers.

Initially the finalists were interviewed altogether, the speed and quality of their responses being noted and then followed a quiz on general knowledge, the expectation being the drivers would be expected to answer similar questions from their VIP passengers. After the second incorrect or inadequate answer, participants dropped out of the quiz.

Freddie was third to last to drop out and was pleased he'd lasted that long because the questions had been quite tough.

They were then judged on their personal appearance and Freddie and two others were invited to go through to the lounge while the other finalists were told for them it all over.

"Jesus," said one of the final three, a courier driver, when the last three remaining were standing with a mug of coffee. "Was I lucky. I was almost out the door on my way here when mom called me back and told me to shave."

Freddie and the surviving woman both said they had chosen to wear smart casual but at the last minute decided to wear suits.

"Some of those who arrived this morning were very poorly dressed," Maggie said. "They lost sight of their mission."

Freddie thought she sounded like an attorney and probably would be picked.

A panel then interviewed them separately. Freddie thought he must try to answer question in the way he guessed the panel might be expecting. He went through first because the order was chosen alphabetically by surname and he was Dixon.

The panel chairman asked all the questions and her two associates also noted the responses.

"Well Freddie what is your opinion of this selection process?"

"Initially Mrs Moses I thought it was a bit over the top but then I reasoned why not when some of the passengers would be top VIPs and so extra care was justified."

Mrs Moses smiled and her two associates recorded something and Freddie figured probably choosing a number between zero and ten.

After the second question he guessed this was an assessment on attitude rather than general knowledge. And questions that followed included was he comfortable wearing a suit, how long would he work without sleep, did he have a problem working through the night, how did he think he would react if the backseat passenger began telling him how to drive?

"Finally Freddie, I must ask you this: how would you react if your passenger, male or female, asked you for sex?"

"I'd feel obliged to lie convincingly and say I regret I was married and must remain loyal to my wife. That ought to be acceptable because I would not be voicing an opinion about the appropriateness of their request."

"An excellent response Freddie. Please go through that door on your right and wait in the reception area."

Freddie walked out thinking holy cow, they were acting as if they were recruiting a chauffeur for President Obama. 

Maggie Wright came out next and said she was suspicious about the line of questioning. It seemed too easy, so matter-of-fact. 

"Yeah but I guess it was aimed at assessing attitudes."

"Omigod yes, I think you are right. I believe you would have guessed that by that curly last question about having sex with your passenger."

"I said I would reply sorry but I was married."

"God that was better than my reply. I said sorry it was a bad time in my cycle."

They laughed and Evan Foot came out to join them and immediately Freddie was called back in. He was offered the position and accepted. Mrs Moses went out to tell the other two Freddie had been offered the position and had accepted.

* * *

Baby face Freddie, who was pushing thirty, left the Franklin & Schmidt offices and sighed and wondered if he'd ever marry because the uncertain work hours of his new job would only add to his inability to hold down a nubile woman. He swept his cute fringe back and two passing women who spotted that movement stared at him and clutched each other and laughed sexily.

Freddie groaned. He knew what that was about. They just had this desire to be held and kissed by him and to be allowed to sweep back his fringe and among other things dust off dandruff, imagined or real, off the shoulders of his dark jacket.

Unbelievable?

No way. Freddie's three most promising romances had collapsed because of the 'Freddie-infatuation' of the mothers of those three desirable young women.

Jess a schoolteacher had been hinting of an engagement when she came out into the kitchen after dinner where Freddie was supposedly helping her mom with the dishes. Instead her mom Alice had opened her dress, pulled up her bra and had pushed Freddie's mouth on to a big fat nipple to keep him occupied while she played with his cute ears and stroked his hair.

Jess slapped her mom and told Freddie to fuck off and never return.

End of Jess.

The demolition of his romance with soil scientist Jude (Judith) was even more dramatic. Her mom had caught Freddie by surprise and overpowered him on the sofa and had just lowered her bared pussy over Freddie's face when Jude walked into the room.

"I'm going to cut off your dick Freddie Dixon," Jude had screamed running to the kitchen. Her mom, frustrated that he'd only managed two sweeps of his tongue, assured Freddie her daughter was all talk and wind, not to worry. But Jude steamed back into the TV room brandishing a carving knife. Her mom deflected the blade aimed at his pecker and part of her arm was sliced open and there was blood splattered over everything.

Jude and Freddie managed to get the blood flow stopped and as Jude pushed her mom into the car to take her to the medical center she snarled, "If you are still here when I get back Freddie don't ever expect to be able to fuck a woman again after I finish with you."

Freddie was out of that house faster than a Geococcyx californianus (the greater Road Runner) and never went back.

Finally after almost six months of romance Shelley Crow gave up on Freddie because she was aware he was fucking her mom more than he was into her. Actually it was her mother who fucked Freddie and her husband and daughter understood that.

Shelley tearfully kissed him goodbye and said she would try to find romance with a guy who'd found God and would achieve sexual satisfaction through masturbation.

Freddie, who worked in IT at a large printing company, resigned and left home heading west to attempt to relocate in the Bible Belt and find a girl whose mom was deceased and whose dad had no interest in finding a replacement. 

On his first night in his chosen city he saw Franklin & Schmidt's advertisement seeking a VIP driver and decided to apply

Three days later he'd won the position and was due to report for work next morning. In the meantime he'd shifted out of his hotel into a studio apartment. He was feeling lonely and as if answering the call, the airline flight attendant from the apartment across from him knocked and introduced herself as Faye Ross. She looked about forty-five with age lines beginning to show and more than hand-size boobs appeared to be her best physical feature along with her professional smile.

"Hi I'm Freddie. Are you wanting to borrow a cup of sugar?"

She smiled and shook her head and touched a breast and that simple touching gesture ensure her of Freddie's attention 100 percent and she would have known that.

"Do you know anything about computers Freddie?" she asked, reaching forward and pushing his fringe back and showing no sign of embarrassment at her meddling.

"A bit," he said carefully.

"A warning message has come up on my laptop that my D:drive is almost full. That ought not be so because D is my recovery drive."

"Hmmmm," he said stalling while waiting for her offer, hopefully her best offer.

She touched a breast and Freddie thought she was almost there.

"Fix my problem and I'll cook and serve you dinner tonight... er with drinks."

Freddie considered asking 'And?' but thought why push it? Let mutual natural chemistry set up the sex. But he hesitated thinking women tend to take and not give.

"You have lovely breasts."

Faye showed no sign of being surprised or offended. "What these old things? They now droop."

"Some droop makes a woman more interesting."

Faye took in breath and licked her top lip. "I better go. What would you like me to wear?"

"Just a tight dress and only a tight dress."

"Omigod Freddie, you are making me feel like I was thirty. Bye."

Freddie went to Faye's apartment wearing fawn pants, a lighter brown shirt and dark brown loafers.

"Oooh you look very smart. Um do I kiss you?

"Yes."

It was a bit of a peck but it was something.

"You look lovely."

Faye who was wearing a sundress, probably because it had a built-in bra, colored slightly and just smiled.

"Um the computer... um I have some files on my laptop that might embarrass you if you open them."

"God Faye relax. We all look at porn and save the best. What are they, men with fat dicks?"

She blushed hugely. "Women with other women."

"Oh is that all? They include fisting I suppose?"

"Yes," Faye croaked.

"I have no need to open files like that. My business will be with the operating system but tell me, have you saved nude photos of yourself?"

Faye wrung her hands and nodded.

"I best they are juicy."

"Oh god," Faye whimpered.

"Relax Faye. You look nothing but a lively and healthy woman to me."

She smiled, still very tense and whispered thanks.

"Right take me to your laptop."

"It's in my bedroom."

"Oh then bring it out here."

"No I don't mind you being in my bedroom."

Not unexpectedly her predominant color had changed to pink. Freddie looked around admiringly and then said, "Where do you keep your toys Faye?"

She groaned and he said he was just joking.

Freddie immediately recognized the brand and model of computer.

"Faye I really hope you have been a very good girl. Now listen carefully, when you purchased this laptop did you follow the instructions in the handbook and make a backup copy of your recovery drive and test that it opened and everything was there?"

"No."

Freddie's heart sank.

"But the awful computer salesman said because I was a dumb woman he'd backup all of the installed software for me and he did that and checked it out."

"Faye that smart computer guy is responsible for saving you a few hundred dollars in your purchasing all the software you require to get this computer back to how it was. He wasn't awful; he was just telling you how it is with many women and computers but he could have added some dumb ass guys buy computers too. Without looking I already know what the problem is. You'll only have two drives on this computer so the back-up software won't put the files it backups on to the drive containing your operating system and so has been dumping files on to your recovery drive and near-filled it and probably compromised the purpose of the backup files. We save what we can and dump everything else. We then use the recovery backup disk to restore that drive and then we find a new place for storing your working files."

"I have a large capacity external drive."

"Perfect. I'll reconfigure your backup software and include a warning message the backup will not occur until you have the external drive connected."

"Gee thanks. Um why did you ask me to wear only a dress?"

"Lift your dress above you hips."

Faye did that, courageously.

"Oh great pussy Faye. I'd like to see more of that later. Okay?"

She pulled her dress down and swallowing heavily said she'd get the drinks.

"Good girl. But first get me that D-drive disk and the external drive."

Faye brought in pre-dinner drinks and thanked Freddie for returning her laptop to operating normally. She declined the invitation to sit on his lap.

"Freddie the deal was you'd fix my computer and I'd cook dinner for you."

"Correct."

"Anything else you were expecting was conceived in your head, Freddie. I have to tell you I'm gay and have a partner I am loyal to. She's in Greece at the moment and I also have no desire to be with you or any other male."

Although taken aback Freddie behaved rather well. He said he understood and asked Faye to drop the top of her dress so he could take a good look at her tits.

"Why."

"To see what I'm missing."

Faye giggled and dropped the top of her dress and stayed like that for a few minutes before she dressed and returned to the kitchen to make the gravy and serve the chicken and roasted vegetables dinner.

"We'll continue on as friends huh?" he said when kissing Faye goodnight.

"I'd like that and perhaps you might like to eat out occasionally with Rosemary my lover?"

"Yeah and why not? I really like mature women who know what they are about."

"I really like hearing that Freddie. Oh Rosemary is a couple of years younger than you."

"Live is certainly full of surprises," Freddie chuckled and they laughed when Faye said to take care returning home. He crossed the passage to his apartment.

* * *

Freddie spent all the first morning being signed on including approving his two-year contract. He was then taken around to meet the partners and heads of departments and spent some time with the two people in administration he'd liaise with regularly. They were the manager of internal affairs who was in charge of catering and hospitality and the manager of travel and accommodation arrangements. After lunch he went to the basement and met his immediate boss, the manager of corporate services Ted Chapman, who briefed Freddie and then handed him the keys of the Cadillac. Ted then took Freddie to his bunker-like office that included a bed for Freddie to doze while he waited for pre-arranged late-night call-outs.

Late afternoon Freddie took a VIP accompanied by one of the corporate partners to the airport and then returned the partner to his vehicle in the basement of their building. 

Freddie had been told his territory was anything within 200 miles of the office building. Assignments extending beyond that distance were given to a full service limo hire company and usually he'd not be required to work at weekends and public holidays. He was happy about that because it meant he could develop a social life in his new hometown, Keyton City. He was also pleased he wasn't required to wear a uniform, just a suit.

In the weeks that followed Freddie had two affairs, both with married women, one whose engineer-husband was 300 miles away involved in investigative work on the unexplained collapse of a TV transmitting tower and the other husband was the director of a public art gallery who'd gone overseas to buy some new acquisitions for the gallery.

They were rather good encounters, established in bars, but he was left wondering when he'd meet the woman who was right for him and who didn't have a mother to try to steal him from her daughter.

He had to admit the situation didn't look promising. So far the younger women working at Franklin & Schmidt practically ignored him, treating him perhaps only a notch about the janitor whom Freddie practically ignored. Well the guy could scarcely understand English and responded to hand signals.

During downtime Freddie spent time attempting to polish off the paint of the Cadillac. He kept the vehicle spotless.

He'd met Faye's partner Rosemary who was also an airline flight attendant. Rosemary lived nearby in an apartment with her parents. Although she was only twenty-eight Freddie preferred Faye because she was more curvaceous, livelier and had a bright personality. As a result Faye had become his best pal in the city and so far he only have five guys he was friendly with, having met them at the gym or the rooftop swimming pool of his apartment block.

Two months after he began with the law firm, Freddie was called to the office of the managing partner, Ross Franks. He thought he might about to be declared redundant but preferred the alternative thought he was about to receive a good performance bonus. Then he figured the busy chief would do neither of those actions himself.

"Good morning Mr Franks."

"Good morning Freddie. Whenever I see the Cadillac it always looks spotless."

"Thank you sir. I accept that as a huge compliment."

Ross smiled and then said, "Well let's get on with it. I want you to drive my wife and daughter to Chicago on Friday. They will attend the ballet on Saturday night and you will return them here on Sunday. Neither of them likes being on airplanes. Any objections?"

"No sir. I regard it as servicing your specific requirement."

"Good. Here's a letter authorizing you to use the vehicle outside the normal zone in the performance of my instructions about which you'll have no reason to divulge including to nosey Ted Chapman. I will advise Ted you will be away with your vehicle all weekend. Kindly pick up my wife and daughter at our home at 9:00 Friday morning. Here's my home address."

Freddie was unsure what would be the most boring, staying home for the weekend with nothing planned or carting two scrapping females all that distance and hanging around while they did things women do like shopping and visiting museums and eating out expensively and pretending to understand ballet. Well at least they would ignore him.

Late morning he took a call saying "Freddie" and the honeyed-voice female didn't identify herself immediately.

"Mr Dixon?"

"Yes ma'am."

"It's miss. My mother asks that you wear smart-casual at the weekend. She doesn't wish this weekend to be bogged down by formality. So don't wear a suit."

Freddie waited for the rude woman to say she wanted him to molest her or her mother while they were away but instead she said crossly, "Well acknowledge you heard what I said."

"The message was received and understood and will be enacted," Freddie said with due formality.

The rude bitch sniffed and said god it was like talking to a robot and cut the call.

Freddie sighed. The prospect was it would be a lousy three days.

Ted arrived at the doorway.

"What's the big mission the big boss has booked you for Friday to Sunday?"

"Love to tell all Ted but I was asked to keep it confidential."

"Well you know I'll keep it confidential."

Freddie was totally unsure about that but said politely, "If you told me something confidentially you'd not expect me to tell anyone."

"Of course," Ted said and sighed, realizing he'd just stymied himself. He walked away cussing.

* * *

The first thing Ted noticed about the Franks women was they both had long, blonde hair and held up their big tits with very straight backs.

His admiration for them physically was instantaneous. Freddie knew he had a deep-seated desire for big tit blondes.

The daughter looked not yet twenty so her mom's 40-something appearance was probably not contrived. He knew Ross was fifty-eight.

As he loped up the steps on to the porch terrace the wife said, "Good morning Freddie please call me Bonnie and my daughter is Lucinda." 

Bonnie stared at Freddie's fringe.

"As you wish," he smiled and took the two packed bags and wondered why Bonnie told him to fetch the four empty bags just inside the foyer. He opened both rear doors for the women and placed the two bags in the truck.

The daughter ignored him.

As he returned for the empty bags he smiled and thought, Ah shopping.

Three hours into the long trip they were getting along fine, Freddie feeling very included. Bonnie had suggested to keep things relaxed her should regarded them as cousin and aunt and she squealed in laughter when he said which one of them wanted to be the cousin. Even Miss Prissy laughed aloud. It was the first crack that had appeared.


Becoming More Female Friendly



"How did you and Ross meet?" he asked.

"Freddie," Lucinda said, sounding appalled.

"No it's okay darling," Bonnie said. "I was the hostess at a small law seminar and Rossiter as he was called then was the presenter on the intricacies of medical insurance claims. Late at night we were drunk and ended up in bed."

"That's a far better story than having to admit you were introduced by your mothers at a church harvest festival."

Both women giggled and then the thawing Lucinda asked was Freddie married or had he ever been married.

"There's a turnoff to a roadside restaurant up head," he said. "Is it too early or about right?"

"About right," Bonnie said and Freddie pulled off at the exit.

The women ordered chicken salad and a glass of wine and Freddie chose a steak burger and black coffee.

"Don't you drink?" Lucinda asked and was told not when he was driving.

"Answering your earlier question, no I'm not married and never have come close."

"Oh," said Lucinda, leaning forward slightly. "And why is that?"

"I think I know," Bonnie said. "The mothers wanted you to have sex with them."

"Mom!" Lucinda chastised.

"No Bonnie is correct," Freddie said. "Would you like to hear about my thwarted romances?"

Instead of answering, both women learned forward slightly with expectant faces and so Freddie delivered.

He stopped as the waitress began delivering their meals and then resumed.

"Omigod didn't you have a dreadful time," Lucinda simpered when he finished. 

"Mom at least appear sympathetic."

"Yes Freddie I am sympathetic," Bonnie said. "But I'm surprised you hadn't learnt you lesson though a greater understanding of women after that first incident and particularly after the nasty second outcome."

"I didn't think all women would be like that," Freddie complained.

Bonnie said no she guessed not and glanced at his fringe.

"Are you good in bed?" Lucinda asked, staring at him unfazed.

"Don't answer," Bonnie said.

"No it's fine. I invariably get pressed for repeat encounters and that must say something in my favor unless my women are too lazy to look elsewhere."

"Well you have a great chest and attractive facial features and your fringe is really cute," Bonnie said. 

Patting her hair Bonnie asked, "Does anything about us attract you?"

"Yes your shoes," Freddie replied straight-faced.

Surprised, both women pulled out a leg from under the table to look at their shoe.

Bonnie tucked her leg back and called him a devious diversionary with a warped humor. But she giggled. 

"Men always looked at our breasts when mom and I are together and are lightly clothed," Lucinda offered.

"Why?"

She appeared confused.

"Didn't I just say he has a warped humor," said her mom and Lucinda blushed.

Freddie learned Lucinda was studying for a business degree and was home for her mom's 'forty-something' birthday. That 'something' was not revealed.

By the time they were approaching Chicago both women were napping and Freddie was thinking which one of them might want to have sex with him.

Perhaps both?

He grinned and then thought no way and was right. No arrangement had been made to socialize when he left they at the hotel and he was not in contact with them again until arriving to collect them. They were tired but happy and said they'd had a great time. The trunk was completed filled by the time all their bags and extra shopping bags were compressed into it.

When they arrived home Ross helped unload the trunk and when Freddie closed the trunk and was about to step into the car Bonnie came out calling to him and attempted to hand him a couple of hundred dollar tip.

"No thanks, no tip," Freddie smiled. "I just loved being with you ladies and seeing you bent on enjoying yourselves. I really didn't think I was working."

"You are a very nice man," Bonnie said, stuffing the money into the top pocket of his jacket. She then swept his fringe back and kissed him rather firmly on the lips.

They smiled and said goodbye and Freddie drove off and to his surprise developed a boner.

"Jesus!"

A few days later Freddie came out of his office and saw Bonnie walking towards him.

"Oh hi, I was coming to find where you hang out."

"Here," he said a little embarrassed.

"I knew it would be the basement," she smiled, and looked very pretty dressed in white with a thick black belt.

He glanced at her tits and knew he'd been caught out as soon as he looked up. But she said nothing.

"May I look inside?"

"Yes," he said stiffly.

He'd cleaned up the room and added a mirror and a cheaply framed picture of a mountainous scene across Montana ranchland.

"You have made this comfortable and it's very tidy," she said, walking in a patting her hair in the mirror.

"Y-you shouldn't be in here," Freddie croaked.

"Nonsense," she said. "When are you inviting me out for a drink?"

Freddie found it impossible to answer her.

"Please give me your cell phone number and I'll call you. It will have to be somewhere discreet."

Freddie handed across his card and thought if she attempted to kiss him he'd have nothing more to do with her.

"Thanks," she smiled and walked off.

Freddie watched her butt critically, looking for a hooker-like sway, but there was no sign of excessive movement.

God what was happening? Was his calm little world about to be blown apart? For the first time in his adult life Freddie was in fear of a woman.

The call came two days later.

"Hi Freddie."

"Hi Bonnie," he said weakly, having at the last millisecond diverted from calling her Mrs Franks.

"This social drink I spoke to you about. How about this Friday night at 6:00?"

"That would be fine."

"For the comfort of both of us I have chosen a small local bar out at Flagstaff."

She gave him the address and he said that sounded great and he agreed to arrive on time and she'd arrived ten minutes late because she didn't wish to walk into a bar unattached.

"Are you comfortable about meeting up like this?"

He replied he was becoming more relaxed.

She said it was a drink and not a seduction. "Are you more comfortable now?"

"Now you've disappointed me," he managed and she laughed and cut the call.

* * *

Conversations in the bar ceased when Bonnie entered. Although she had her hair tied up in a knotted headscarf thing and was wearing dark glasses and a muted colored long dress and boots, she had failed to hide she was a standout female.

Freddie was already on his feet waving and she walked to him and when she sat without Freddie kissing her, bar room conversations resumed.

A server came over and took their orders and Freddie said, "I had to peer hard to confirm it was you."

"I dressed down for this occasion."

"Why?"

That surprised her and she said he should know why and then she caught herself and said no perhaps he didn't.

"Freddie I'm in need of an affair and have decided it should be you."

"I see."

"Do you? I need sex Freddie and am not getting it. Months ago Ross became entangled with one of his former girlfriends of his youth who moved back here after becoming widowed. Since then I've lived on scraps, so to speak. Lucinda suggested if I came on strong to you I'd probably land you."

"That is very frank of you Mrs Franks," Freddie said.

"Oh god I'm not doing well, am I?"

"Very well I believe. I like a straight talking female and if she has great breasts then all the better."

"So you do like my breasts. I worried when you merely glanced at them that they might be too big for your liking."

"Bonnie that's akin to blasphemy."

She looked delighted and giggled and said the inevitable word many women seize, "Omigod."

"If Ross learns about it you'd be fired and I would be for the chop as well."

"Isn't that part of your greater plan?"

Bonnie's jaw dropped. "I knew you are smart but not that smart."

"Bonnie am I worth it? I'm only a car driver."

"Bullshit you have a master's in computer science and for some years worked in computer technology. I looked up your CV. For your information I'm only a wife with a diploma in events management."

"Are you good at sex?"

Bonnie eyed him and replied quietly, "What do you think?"

He blushed and she looked very pleased with him.

Bonnie then attempted to pin him down.

"Are you prepared to have a fling with me and hope like hell we can pull it off without being caught?"

But before answering that Freddie asked what are the rules of engagement?

"All you have to do is be long enough for me, keep it up long enough, don't worry about me being twelve years older than you and do everything to ensure we don't get caught."

"Okay I can comply."

"What are your terms of engagement?"

"Oh that's easy. Make sure we don't get caught and that you are not too large for me."

"God you are rude," she said, becoming very red-faced.

They talked about different locations to meet secretly and none of them really appealed because of the relative ease of possible discovery.

Finally Freddie said, "Perhaps we could meet away from the city? I've been thinking of buying a car."

That threw Bonnie into a new line of thinking.

"That's it. I'll hire a small house or cabin on a ranch. We would arrive and depart separately and spaced apart. I have two close friends who sell real estate. They will find me something."

"They might guess why you want it?"

Bonnie smiled and said they almost certainly would. "Most of my friends assume I have affairs because Ross is so much older than me."

"Ah yes and why would they need to enquire who is the lucky guy?"

"Or lucky woman or lucky bunch of guys."

Freddie grinned and said he liked her relaxed style. "Let's not hurry this. Take time to set it up properly and we'll enjoy it more."

He purchased a two-year old Ford Fusion painted Silver Birch, thinking that car would always look inconspicuous. Two days later Bonnie contacted him saying she was calling from a public phone. She sounded very excited.

"I've just come back from viewing our place for assignations. It's a former ranch manager's house no longer required since a large section of the ranch was sold off. The elderly woman uses it for her spinning and weaving hobby. She has agreed to set up the kitchen and will provide a mattress and bed linen from one of her spare double rooms. I have agreed to pay the rent in advance for six months with right of renewal of this arrangement. All I have to do is to call her when I intend occupying the place casually and she and her husband will keep away."

"So she understands why you want the house?"

"Of course she does. I told he I wanted a place in nowhere to relax away from the bedlam of the city."

"It sounds perfect. When can we start fucking there?"

"God you are coarse. This weekend will be fine if you are free. Ross and two friends and no doubt their girlfriends are away this weekend staying at a golf and fishing resort."

"Right so please set it up. What should I bring?"

"As usual girls do everything. I'll bring the food and some DVDs and DVD player. Everything else will be there. You might like to bring vodka and gin for martinis and some good wines... white for me."

"Great and good as done. Oh I must share the rent or even..."

"No this is on me. I have plenty of money and I'm the one desiring sex."

"Actually I'm very keen to plunder a cunt this weekend."

Bonnie sighed and said she would prefer him to express himself more elegantly. But then added, "No don't bother. Your crude naughtiness makes me more than a little excited."

CHAPTER 2

Freddie drove toward the well-lit two-bedroom farmhouse feeling excitement grip.

Bonnie rushed out on to the porch waving and wearing a tight black dress and probably little or nothing else judging by the way her tits were bouncing.

"Welcome, welcome," she screamed and when he leapt on to the porch she kissed him hugely, dribbling down his chin.

"Oh I'm so excited. I'm afraid I'm leaking down there."

"Well I'm not afraid of pussy juice."

She sighed and lunged at him and kissed him again

Freddie pushed a hand under her skirt and his fingers met a bald and wet pussy devoid of covering.

He pulled his hand back out and presented his two dripping fingers for Bonnie to suck. She did so without hesitation and he kissed her open-mouthed and his tongue gained easy entry and he tasted the faint presence of pussy juice.

Bonnie pushed away and said looking very serious, "Freddie I must tell you that you're not the first. I've had several short affairs since my marriage."

"Good then you'll be experienced?"

"What?"

She frowned momentarily and then worked out what he was on about and slammed her groin against his and laughingly simulated sex.

"Whoa let's not rush it," he soothed.

"That was my thinking too but my restraint has been blown apart by the excitement of your arrival and you doing that disgusting thing to me."

Freddie asked, "Don't you like the taste of pussy juice?"

"I didn't say that. I used the word disgusting to try to avoid you thinking I was a whore."

"Be my whore, I won't mind. Alternatively be what you want to be and I won't mind providing we fuck." 

"Oh we'll fuck. Bring in your beer and the martini stuff and we'll have a drink and talk sex."

"Is that what you really want to do?"

"Yes absolutely. I've only just turned forty-three and so have not lost my lust for sex."

"That makes you thirteen years and nine months older that me. I have no problem with that age difference."

"Am I allowed to say I love you and call you darling?" Bonnie asked, as Freddie climbed up the three steps carrying a carton of liquor, soft drinks and canned fruit juices.

"Yes you may and it doesn't matter if you are not all that sincere about it."

"I have good feelings about you," she smiled, reaching to push back his fringe.

Her phone went. She checked for the name of the caller and then answered and after saying yes dear listened and turned white.

"Oh god," she whimpered. "That was my daughter Lucinda to say her father, my husband Ross, has a tooth giving him hell and decided to return home. She is on her way to pick him up. Sorry but I must go. God I'm crazy to have set you up like this. Well I'm off. Have a drink and take your things when you go, shutting the door. Bye."

She didn't attempt to kiss him and Freddie went on to the porch to wave her goodbye but she ignored him, not looking in his direction.

He grunted, "Hysterical bitch."

Freddie sat on the porch drinking a beer and wondering what Bonnie had meant about being crazy to have set him up. He paled and let fly and oath and groaned, thinking how could he have been so stupid. The bitch was setting him up, wanting to be caught with him so that Ross would demand a divorce and she would exit with a pile of money.

Oh he'd been so stupid.

He decided to stay the night. In the morning he saw an elderly lady walking a French Poodle.

"Hi," he called and went over.

"Good morning. I thought Mrs Ross was renting this house to get away from everything?"

Mrs Ross? Ah Bennie's false name, her husband's first name. She was unlikely to forget the name with that prompt.

"I'm Freddie. Mrs Ross is my aunt. She was called away suddenly just after I arrived last evening and didn't tell me where to place the key."

"I'll show you. I'm Mrs Roberts. My husband and I own this ranch."

"I've found it very relaxing here away from the bustle and noise of the city."

"Then you'll have to come more often. What was the emergency for Mrs Ross?"

"I really don't know. Something to do with her husband I think."

Mrs Roberts laughed. "Well having one myself I daresay he demanded she come home and find the bottle opener for him."

They laughed and Mrs Roberts said she would continue to walk Paris. You appear to be a very nice man. When you come again come over and meet Dan."

"Thanks, that's very neighborly of you."

Two nights later Bonnie called and apologized for her sudden departure and Freddie said that was okay.

"Look that little experience gave me a huge fright, making me realize just how close I might have been to losing the comforts of my marriage. I've decided I'm not going back to the cottage. I have leased it for six months, paying the rent in advance. That stupid woman wanted only $20 a week so I've called her to say I won't be returning and she said there would be no refund and that doesn't worry me. You are free to use the place, every weekend if you wish for the next six months. Just take down this phone number..."

"Thanks, got it."

"And let Mrs Roberts know you will be arriving so that she can air the place and place linen on the bed. Just tell her you are my brother. She'll accept that line."

"Okay and thanks. If you change your mind or want to send anyone there just let me know a few days in advance."

Bonnie cut the call without saying another word.

"Rude bitch."

Next Thursday morning Freddie called Mrs Roberts and said he'd arrive on Friday evening. She invited him to dinner saying their married daughter was staying and would welcome some younger company.

And the daughter Lisa was probably missing hourly sex, Freddie thought optimistically.

Lisa Young was no beauty queen and had small tits but great hair and a wide smile. Plus she was intelligent and lively. She enjoyed squeezing personal details out of Freddie for her mom's benefit. In disclosing personal information, Freddie took the liberty to promote himself as manager of VIP services for a major law firm.

"And that's your company car?" Lisa said, unimpressed, having seen the cheap car arriving before turning off for the small farmhouse.

"That's my mom's car. I'm not permitted to take my company car more than 30 miles away from the city without express approval. That approval is easily given but saying I wanted to go 55 miles beyond the city to a country hideout might not have impressed my CEO."

"Yes, good thinking," Lisa, said. "Would you like me to come over for lunch tomorrow? I'll bring food."

"Yes that would be great."

Her mom said Lisa should remember she was a married woman.

"Oh yes, I'll bring a near-neighbor, my long-time friend Amy who's also married."

"God the poor guy won't get a word in edgeways once you two get going," said her father.

The women laughed and Freddie thought well that would be half of Saturday wasted. As it turned out the women were good company and rather keen to find out about his opinion of what real interest men had in women.

"Strip off and I'll admit you into the innermost secrets of the Brotherhood."

They giggled and horsed around and then declined. So he picked up the newspaper and began reading until one of them said coyly, "Freddie?"

He looked over the top of the newspaper at two pair of floppy tits, two fat bellies and two hairy pussies.

Well any thought of a threesome was off. He preferred his women to be lean with firm tits and hairless pussies. So he began relating all the bullshit that he thought women would like to hear about what men thought of them and how they liked being fed well and had the house tidy and did all the small jobs on upkeep they were capable for doing. He injected a bit of sex lore during the diatribe and watched the toes of both of them curl when he alleged all men lusted for anal sex even if they professed to have no interest in it.

He never saw either woman again and had no idea why. Mrs Roberts also kept away from him but whenever her husband went by he always waved out cheerfully. After two more weekends, unable to lure any woman to the hideout and thinking it was a bit of a bind to go that distance at weekends to hangout and being bored he never returned again. He was annoyed he'd squandered the perfect weekend set-up to fully sexually exploit women.




Becoming More Female Friendly



A couple of months later Freddie went out, alone, for his special dinner. It was his thirtieth birthday. His parents had called him from California where they now lived to wish him happy birthday and his mom said she'd couriered him a parcel.

"Thanks mom."

"How are you celebrating?"

He lied shamelessly, "Oh a bunch of my friends and taking me out for drinks and then we'll go to the Melrose Place Restaurant and that's a pretty swanky place."

"Oh that sounds lovely and I'm pleased you have a bunch of good friends."

The Melrose Place Restaurant was a couple of cuts above the outfit where Freddie usually ate. He was sitting alone drinking French champagne when a curvy female in a tight lace dress returning from the toilet glanced at him and he caught an eyeful of great tits.

"Freddie?"

He looked up at her face and thought she looked familiar.

"Yes."

She walked over and said hi, that she was Maggie Wright.

He hadn't a clue that she was and was about to say so when he remembered.

He stood and said, "Oh hi Maggie, we interviewed together for that VIP driver's job."

She stepped forward and kissed him and stepped back before he had a chance of grabbing her.

"Jesus you smell great and look great."

To his surprise she blushed and really smiled at him.

"Here have some champagne. I'll call for a glass."

"Now I'll have a sip from your glass. For a while back I was wishing you'd have a sip of me."

Huh?

"Oh it's lovely," she said. "Is this a special occasion."

"I turned 30 today."

"Oh happy birthday. Here let me give you a proper kiss."

He stood and they kissed and she pressed hard against him.

"God Freddy is that a boner I can feel?"

He colored and said she was just joking and must get back to her date.

"Maggie I'd really like to chat sometime. Please give me a call," he said, handing her his card.

She didn't say she would (or wouldn't) but took the card and smiled when they said goodbye. She went into an adjoining room.

Freddie was working through a magnificent dessert when Maggie emerged with a very unimpressive-looking guy and they crossed the far side of the room. Maggie didn't look his way.

Three weeks later Maggie called him and after they exchanged greetings she said simply, "I am free to date you as from today. Would you like to date this weekend?"

"Yes sure."

"Freddie I work long days so the weekend is best for me."

He took the risk. "Then pack a two-night bag and wait for me in the foyer of Franklin & Schmidt on Friday, say at 6:00. I have access to a country hideaway where I usually chill out but haven't been there for several weeks. I'll call the rancher who looks after it an supplies the bare essentials and I'll pack supplies that afternoon."

"You mean sleep with you?"

He pushed along relentlessly. "Yes of course. There's another bed but it's pretty crappy. If I don't want sex I'll let you know gently."

"If you don't..." She stopped and laughed. "God just when I was beginning to think all men are wimps, along comes Freddie."

"Freddie Dixon."

"Yes and because I know your name that suggestions it's simply the next step to sleep with you does it?"

"That confirms my fleeting thought you were an intelligent woman Maggie."

Maggie laughed and said Friday at 6:00 sounded fine. She'd call if she were delayed.

Freddie called Mrs Roberts.

"Hello," she said coldly. "I thought you had abandoned the cottage."

"No Mrs Roberts not at all. Look I have renewed contract with this lovely woman I'd met before and I've told her I'd give her a great weekend in the country. Um this is embarrassing... we haven't been intimate but she has tentatively agreed to sleep with me this weekend."

"How can any woman be tentative about sex?"

"Mrs Roberts I'm telling you I have no idea."

"God that's a new one on me," she laughed. "Well I will have the place looking nice for Friday night... I suppose you intend attending to this poor woman on both nights?"

"Ah Mrs Roberts. You and your daughter may have got rather the wrong impression of me. I really can be very nice and most women do like me. Her name is Maggie and she is just a couple of years older than me and she works professionally I think."

"You think?"

"I did suggest our relationship until now has been at arm's length."

"Yes and thank you for being honest with me. Now you enjoy yourself, do you hear and make a real woman out of this tentative woman."

When the call ended Freddie shook his head mystified. Why was that Roberts woman now being friendly with him when some time ago she had cut him dead? Women were so difficult to understand.

* * *

Freddie was working on a crossword in his bunker when his phone went.

"Hi it's Ross."

"Good afternoon Mr Franks."

"Call me Ross when we are alone."

Well he had said that a couple of times. Freddie didn't answer.

"Bonnie is over at Westlake Mall with a half ton of shopping, too much for a cab she says. Please go and collect her and her stuff at the western entrance and take her home."

"I'm on my way Ross."

"Good man."

Bonnie was waiting, surrounded by shopping bags and large wrapped items.

"You took your time," she said and got into the front seat.

Freddie said no kiss and was ignored. He filled the trunk and then piled the back seat high.

All set, he got behind the wheel.

"Am I no longer your friend?"

She looked at him and said she had no reason think that. He just had to accept her body was now off limits to him.

"Yeah okay."

"Thanks. How's your sex life?"

He signed and said he was practically running on empty.

She said that didn't surprise her.

Wondering about that comment, Freddie drove off slowly and said he guessed she was about to tell him what was wrong with him with women.

"Well that confirms what I thought that you are reasonably intelligent for a male."

She then cut lose saying one of his big problems was he didn't know how to talk to women, he was all 'I' and 'me' whereas a women would expect inclusive conversation where possible using 'our' and 'we'.

"Also you are dick-oriented like so many of the more callous men. You just wait to aim it and push it in and screw the poor woman until she's bleating to make you feel so superior."

"I'm not like that."

She snapped that he was and said to remain listening.

"You never once asked me how I felt and what I thought or enquired how you could brighten my day."

"Well a good eight inches of ...."

"Stop it. That's you and your dick attempting to gain dominance again. Do you ever think of placing a hand gently on a woman's shoulder and leaving it there rather that lunging to dig your fingers into her breasts?"

"Um no."

"And if her lips gently caress the head of your erection do you sigh and say that's incredibly sensitive or do you attempt to ram it down her throat in some sort of bizarre belief it will enter her vagina internally?"

"Is that possible?"

"God you are an idiot. No, no and not ever."

When Freddie had taken the last of the shopping inside he found Bonnie with her dress up and her panties around her ankles. She leant over the dining table after saying she wanted him to lick her into orgasm but not to put his dick or any fingers into her.

"Well good evening Bonnie, I'm off. Perhaps you'll have better luck with your dildo. My minimum service standard is I don't just lick pussy. I lick and enter it or else madam can get up herself or go without."

"You beast, a fucking tease," she wailed.

"Well at least I haven't called you a whore... correction, a manipulative whore. Just don't talk sex to me in future. Instead perhaps you might wish to comment favorably on my impeccable driving."

Freddie drove off thinking he'd really learnt some useful things from that whore when she was sounding off at him, making him out to be the Number 1 jerk in dealing with women.

Actually he couldn't fault what she'd said and must apply as much of it as he could this weekend up at the ranch. He signed and said Bonnie was okay; no way was she a whore. If Ross gave her more attention he'd find just how nice she could be. Yeah and if he also made the effort women would find just how pleasant he could be.

"Come into my personal development laboratory Friday sweet Maggie and be the New Freddie Dixon's first test case. I promise I won't be all over you until five minutes after arrival."

Freddie signed. Five minutes? Why hadn't he said with dignity 120 minutes? He was one of those reprobates that well-adjusted women of good character found, er, repulsive.

Aw shit.

"Freddie Dixon you parents didn't spend time, care and money to bring you up nicely in the expectation you would then squander your life. Show them some respect and appreciation!"

"Yeah asshole, make the effort."

He grinned and glanced about to look at the faces of pretty women. Yeah their faces, not their tits.

* * *

On Friday evening Freddie looked around the near deserted lobby and saw only two guys chatting, a cleaner at work and a teenager in tight jeans.

"Oh hi Freddie," said the teenager toting a backpack.

Jesus it was Maggie, in jeans and a tank top and her hair was down and she had just the brightest of red lips and the smile was wide. 

He stopped short of kissing her and avoided checking out the tits.

"Hi," he said warmly. "Am I so happy to see you again."

Maggie appeared a bit lost for words.

"Come through to the rear exit. My car is all loaded and we are ready to go. Here please allow me to take your back pack."

She eased one shoulder out and he grasped that strap and she turned and began easing out of the other shoulder strap and stretched and kissed his cheek.

He gave her ass a friendly rap and grabbed the falling pack.

She giggled.

He smiled and pointed and she proceeded and near the rear security door he said lightly, "Great ass."

She giggled and said thanks.

Being Friday the traffic was heavy and it took them more than ninety minutes to reach the ranch.

"Oooh this looks idyllic."

"Yeah and probably does so in the snow."

"So you haven't been here in the snow?"

"No this is only my fourth visit. A woman at work had leased it but found it too far from everything. She likes to shop."

"It would be the perfect love nest," Maggie said as the car bounced over a small washout.

"Yeah I suppose so if you are into that sort of thing. I hadn't thought about it," Freddie lied.

"Oh Freddie you must think I'm awful thinking that way?"

Huh?

"It did take me by surprise but then guys say women are always thinking like that," Freddie said inventively.

"Well yeah, I realize I'm not the only woman with a so-called dirty mind."

Freddie was digesting that comment and almost drove right past the cottage. He made a wide sweep and to cover his mistake and parked facing the direction of their approach.

Maggie pushed her hair back. "This looks rustic."

"I haven't seen any sign of rust."

"No not the car, the cottage," Maggie laughed and Freddie felt such a fool and said yeah, it certainly had a touch of bucolic character with the peeling paint and moss of the structure set against old trees and with wildflowers in the foreground.

"Omigod Freddie, that's a side to you I'd not thought about. I'd thought you'd be focused on sex like most other guys."

"Who me?" Freddie bleated and the reply appeared to confuse Maggie.

"What you don't think about sex?"

"Oh yeah, all the time," he confessed more liberally than intended and noted that Maggie appeared quite relieved. "I guess your use of the word rustic stimulated my creative juices."

"God Freddie, this is getting a little deep for me."

The key was in the door. Freddie opened the door and stood aside to led the lady in first and heard her gasp. He hurriedly entered and boggled. The table had been set with silverware on a deep red tablecloth and two candelabra were on the table, each holding four lit candles.

The wood-range was cooking something. Maggie grabbed a mitt protector and opened the oven and gasped, "There's a piece of slow cooking beef here and roasting vegetables. Are you sure this is the right cottage?"

"Yes."

"What on earth did you tell the rancher?"

Without thinking Freddie said, "I told Mrs Roberts I was bringing you here, that we'd just met again and our relationship was tentative."

"Tentative?"

"I meant without saying it that we hadn't been intimate and um been together before this."

"But she must have known you were bringing me here to have sex with me and would have asked herself what other reason would I have for coming here?"

Freddie took out his handkerchief and dabbed his forehead.

"I-I guess at the way I was expressing myself and me desire to please you that I might have left you with the impression you were, um, virginal."

"Me virginal?" Maggie said, shutting the oven door and lurching around laughing near hysterically.

Freddie croaked he'd get the things and raced out to the car. A few minutes later, settled and confident he could handle in-your-face Maggie, he loaded up and returned indoors and almost dropped his bundle. He was gazing at Maggie, stripped down to her panties.

"What?"

He went Aaaarrrrggh.

"Oh you don't want me stripped? You must understand it's a warm evening and the stove fire has made this room so hot."

"S-s-stay like that."

"Oh Freddie, you sexy guy. The sight of my breasts appears to have swollen your tongue. What else has it swollen?" she giggled, stretching a nipple.

Freddie placed the bundle on the bench and taking a death breath said firmly, "May I kiss your breasts?"

"Sure, that's the reason I brought them with me," she smiled, sliding the tip of her tongue under the edge of her top lip.

Jesus.

An ancient call rang in Freddie's ears and permeated all essential cores of his body. Here was a woman of childbearing age on heat

Maggie must have been responding to the changes in his face and general demeanor. Because she leaned towards him holding up her breasts to him, breathing through her mouth, her eyes fixed on him.

He lunged towards her and she stood firm, unafraid. But instead of going for the breasts he dropped to his knees and slid into her. He ripped her panties asunder and his hot tongue snaked into her slick orifice, er the front one. She groaned, her eyes rolled back as her head went back and she gushed over his face.

She wheezed, "Omigod Freddie, don't excite me like that."

At that, Freddie Dixon knew that he'd aligned at last with a woman who'd love and cherish him and he'd reciprocate. They were perfectly matched to become a couple.

"Sex or the roast."

"Oh Freddie, you are so considerate. The roast will be fine for at least an hour."

THE END