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Fi

By: catchercradle



I still remember performing with Fi, or Fiona as many knew her doing an acrobatic balancing act. This was at the amateur level, before she joined The Academy of Circus Arts to train professionally in Circus. I was forty eight and Fi was twenty four. Exactly half my age. You can still see our by googling, "AA day with Fi"

Sadly after completing her training and then touring with two different circus troupes Fi discovered that she had EDS -- Erlos Danlos Syndrome. This is a disorder of the connective tissue, something wrong with the protein in collagen which leads to hypermobility of the joints. Had Fi been diagnosed when she was younger and not been told whe was a hypochondriac, perhaps she might have been channelled into a different exercise routine which would have prevented some of the damage she did to herself with excessive stretching. However I am not an expert on EDS -- it is a rare enough disorder that most of the experts are those with the disease. 

I can not say that I never had sexual thoughts about Fi when we performed, however I was in a relationship then and would never have acted on them. Also Fi was a devout Catholic to the point where around Eastertide she would be part of a group carrying a life sized cross on a procession of many miles. Yet another factor was that Fi was then just a bit too close to the age range of the adolescents I worked with. Doing anything about the thoughts that crossed my mind from time to time would just have felt wrong. 

The clock rolled on. I was fiftyfive and Fi thirtyone. I had given up working as a psychiatric nurse and was now working as a massage practitioner and aromatherapist. My contact with Fi since she went professional had all been via facebook. After the death of my wife, I felt a real need to connect with some of the people from my past. The life assurance pay out was enough to let me do this without having to worry too much about money -- as long as I was careful, my pension from early retirement would keep the wolf from the door.

Fiona jumped at the chance of my coming down to visit her. She even suggested that I bring my massage oils. Other people I had done classes or partnered at the circus school had been bodies when I did my massage and aromatherapy training but I had finished the training by the time I started working with Fi so she missed out. Also I think then she may have felt just a tad wary of having a man massage her almost naked body.

I arrived at her door, the satnav/bicycle computer having done it's work well. Locked up the bike and rang the bell. On hearing my voice, Fi pressed a button somewhere and the door clicked and I let myself in.

Despite the pain she was clearly in, Fi stood up from her wheelchair to give me a hug. I could tell at once that she was not wearing a bra. Part of me felt excited about this but another bit of me felt incredibly sad seeing Fi who had had enough talent to be one of the few who made a living out of circus, reduced to needing a wheelchair to move more than a few feet. I also noticed belatedly that she was wearing jogging bottoms and the reason she wasn't wearing a bra was that she was still in her night attire. 

This was obviously not a new reaction to Fiona who told me, "Don't you start!" I almost flinced before she carried on, "My carer was sick today and the agency couldn't get anyone else. Would you be able to help me have a bath before you give me a massage?"

The mixture of caring and wanting to see that, still sexy body without clothes didn't leave me with any options and I agreed, wondering how shocked Fiona's mother would be.

We talked of a number of things, as I ran the bath -- circus, the friends we had in common and how Fi managed on a day to day basis. I was impressed by her bravery and wondered how I would cope. The worst I had was an injury that stopped me catching for flying trapeze and I was hoping to get back into that.

I was about to pick Fi up to place her in the bath -- She had a hoist but I knew I was strong enough to do it this way without injuring my back. Fi stopped me, "Take your shirt off -- unless you want it to get wet -- I don't suppose you brought a platic apron with you?"

I laughed, and the sadness I felt about seeing Fiona like this eased and as I picked her up I enjoyed feeling her skin against my own. I gently lowered her into the bath, holding my stomach muscles tight to protect my back. I wasn't in danger but knew that getting into bad habbits with lifting was a quick way to change that. Fi told me where to get the wash cloths bit asked me to do her hair first. 

She keeps her hair fairly short so this didn't last long but I made sure to do a thorough job, knowing that most of the girls I had been lucky enough to be intimate with loved having someone else wash their hair.

Having trained in both general and mental health nursing I knew all about washing other people. First you wash down as far as possible, then you wash up as far as possible, last of all you wash possible. I am sure this started off as pampering rather than anything sexual for Fi, whatever messages my brain was sending to my nether regions. Despite this, when I washed her small but firm breasts, I felt the nipples get distinctly harder. I also noticed a part of my own anatomy doing the same.

Next I was paying attention to Fi's legs, covering every part of them with the soapy flannel. Soon I was running a clean flannel over her most intimate parts. I wasn't trying to stop myself feeling the pleasure all of this gave me but our friendship was too important to me to do any more without Fi giving it the ok. 

I was really surprised when she said, "Can you touch me there with your fingers?" My first reaction was to reply, "Does the pope shit in the woods?" But, knowing about Fi's Catholic background I was able to change it at the last minute to, "Is the pope Catholic?"

I traced my fingers over the skin around her vagina. Her pubic hair looked untrimmed but the black triangle pointing towards her pink lips did not extend down around her opening. As I felt and saw her respond I moved my tracings closer and closer to her outer labia and when my fingers reached the open goal of her pussy I was rewarded by seeing her lips swell with an increase in blood flow. I started to play with her clitoris with my thumb and took her left nipple in the fingers of my other hand.

My explorations moved deeper into her cave till I was pushing in and out of her well lubricated tightness. Quicker than I would have thought possible, I felt her spasm around my finger. I leaned over to kiss Fi before enquiring if she was ready for the massage.

"You have to dry me first, she smiled and if seeing her naked body had excited me, that smile and it's promise did so even more.

Once I had dried Fiona off and she was lying down on some dry towels on the floor, I started to cover her back with coconut oild with Jasmine and bergamot esential oils and I forget what else added to the blend. I had planned to do a full consultation with Fi to find out what the best combination of oils for her condition would be but had decided to go with my intuition on this occasion and do the consultation on another occasion. Was this decision based on my hoping to put my rock hard penis inside her inviting vagina? Guilty as charged but had Fi not asked me to play with her cunt I would have done it by the book.

Doing the massage, I emphasised to Fi that if anything was uncomfortable she should tell me and that she should keep her status as the expert on her medical condition. Fiona is sassy enough that I didn't think this would be a problem but I thought I should still state it.

Feeling how mobile some of her joints were, I learned far more about her EDS than I ever did through looking at web sites and Fiona's Facebook posts.

I could describe the massage in detail but despite what had gone on earlier it was not about sex but about relieving stress and treating some of the symptoms from Fi's hypermobility syndrome and some of the complications arising from it. By the time I had finished, my boner had gone though I knew it would not take much for it to return.

"Make love to me." I didn't know till she said them, how much I had longed to hear those words. Not, "fuck me." Not a request to put my cock in her cunt but, "Make love to me."

I proceded to kiss Fi all over, starting with her forehead and moving down to her nose. When our lips met Fi was almost aggressive with her tongue forcing it's way into my mouth. My own tongue dueled with hers for many minutes as my hands explored her body in an even more intimate way than they had during the massage. I again felt her nipples become erect and I took this cue to move my kisses further down her body.

I swirled my tongue around a nipple before taking the flat of it across the top. I then sucked and gently held the hard nub with my teeth before returning to a teasing. After about five minutes I changed to the other breast and gave it the same treatment. By this time I was leaking pre-cum and Fiona was moaning her approval of what I was doing.

When my tongue reached Fiona's most private parts she shuddered and I began to tease, making sure that her body was arroused to the best of my ability. When I finally sucked her clit into my mouth she came almost at once, far more vocal than she had been when she came in the bath. I carried on with what I was doing, only stopping when I felt she was very close to cumming again.

I picked Fi up and laid her across her bed which was just the right hight for me to enter her from knealing on the floor. "Be gentle, this is my first time."

I felt tears begin to flow from my eyes. That Fi had chosen me to be the one to share this precious moment. She needen't have worried, my intention had always been to be gentle. I didn't want Fi to dislocate a joint during our love making and be in agony for the rest of the day.

Placing her legs over my shoulders I started to slowly enter her sex. The combination of her own lubrication and my pre-cum helped me to slip in easily despite her tightness. I waited a little while to let her adjust to my girth which I suspect was rather greater than usual due to the level of my excitement. I pulled back a little before pushing again. Soon I was up against her hymen. I hadn't had previous experience with a virgin so was relying on reading, my own sensitivity and Fiona's guidence for making this right for her.

What I had read did not prepare me for this. Instead of breaking when I pushed, her hyment just stretched. I remember Fiona once showing me how she could pull her skin away from her body and it would just stretch. That her hymen should do this as well made perfect medical sense to me but my brain had not made the link. Fiona's maidenhead formed itself around my cock as I pushed deeper and deeper into Fi's vagina. When I was finally fully inside her it felt like I had a condom on that only reached part way up my penis.

Soon Fiona was pushing herself against my gentle thrusts and I could sense that she was close to another climax. I sped up just a fraction, still wanting our love making to be a thing of beauty and not just about getting my rocks off.

Fiona's body and the unique sensation of her hyment closing around me and then letting go as I pulled back however was not going to let me last for too long. When Fiona came again, the grip on my cock was so strong it was almost painful and I came in copious amounts, my cum somehow finding it's way around the tight glove-like fit of Fi's sex around my own.

We kissed and lay together still joined by our sex organs. Eventually I slipped out and said, "That was beautiful." Fiona agreed and she told me how difficult the decision to lose her virginity had been.

"I still believe in God and in Jesus. I just don't think the Catholic Church has got it right in this. I don't think my mum would approve though." Fi laughed and I remembered the story of when Fi had called a family meeting just after her mum, another nurse had returned from a twelve hour shift. Her mum had told me that she thought Fi was going to say she was pregnant. I had wondered if I was thought a likely culprit.

We have made love several times since then and her hymen did eventually break but it didn't cause any pain when it did. 

Fi asked me last week, that if the time came when she could not bear the pain she often has any more, would I accompany her to the Dignitas clinic in Switzerland? I said that I would and after I had put the phone down, cried myself to sleep.

Fi Just Can't Get Enough



It was Friday, and Peter was going to visit his girlfriend, Fiona. He was a lecturer at a local college. He was about 6 feet tall, with a regular build. Most of his female students thought he was kinda cute. He had almost black hair, and very dark brown eyes. Fiona lived on the second floor of an apartment building about a mile from the campus, meaning Peter could walk there and leave the car at work. That was what he was doing today. The sun was out, and it was a pleasant walk.

He turned the corner onto her street, and saw her leaning out of her window. She waved to him, leaning even further out. Too far! A shocked look crossed her face, as her body lurched forward. She lost her balance and her feet left the floor. She was about to fall out of the window!

Peter started to run to her, heart in his mouth, knowing he couldn't catch her on time. 

"Fi!" He shouted, just as she squealed. But just as suddenly as she'd slipped, she somehow regained her balance. Peter imagined that he had seen an odd movement in the window as she had tilted back. She moaned loudly as she forcefully pushed herself back in. He could hear the rapid rating of his heart, and as he closer to the window, he could hear an odd thumping sound. Was he that unfit?

"You alright Fi?" he shouted, panting and wheezing, trying to sound calm.

"Phew, yeah, huh, jeez, I'm okay, phew" she panted back. "Hey Pete." There seemed to be a lot of panting.

"You scared me honey."

"GAAAWD!" she growled, "I think- I think I- scared myself!" She was clearly breathing heavily, her whole body moving with every breath. She had a strange look on her face, too.

"You sure you're okay honey?"

"Yeah, I just got a bit of a shock is all. FUCK! I almost fell out of the FUCKING WINDOW!" She jerked arms back, gesticulating wildly at the open window.

"I'm coming straight up."

"No, Umm, Pete, umm, could, uh..." pant "Could you go," pant "go to the" pant "to the store and" pant, pant "get me some milk?" Pant. "I neeeed it."

"You sure?"

"Yes. Yeah, I'm sure. Mhmm." She answered emphatically. 

"Okay."

"Thanks," she said, looking pleased "That's awesome." Peter walked off thinking that she was a bit excited about milk. He'd gotten a few houses away, when Fiona suddenly shouted "OOOH!" Pete was about to run back, and he turned to see her at the window still. He heard her say something about sugar, but she wasn't shouting. 

"WHAT?" he shouted

"I SAID I THINK I NEED SOME SUGAR, TOO."

"OKAY, I'LL GET THAT TOO THEN."

"THANKS, PETE." and off he went.

*

Fiona closed the window. Turning around, she composed herself, and unruffled her clothes. She bent at the waist, leaning over to pick up the pants lying in a heap on the floor. When she was folded fully, she came face to face with the still quite hard cock that had just brought her to two loud orgasms. She reverently kissed the head, before standing up and handing the pants to their owner. She licked her lips to taste her pussy juices. 

"You better go, Sugar. I'll see you later." she said, quietly. 

"You're one hot fucking slut, you know that? One day, you're gonna get caught." 

"Not if you kill me first, I wont!" 

"Hey, it was your idea to watch for him out the window!"

"Yeah, but you weren't supposed to push me out!" She whacked the big man's shoulder.

"It gave you an excuse for being excited." he shrugged,

"You think of everything," she said sarcastically. "Go home."

"Yeah, you know where I am if you want more." 

"Thanks, Jamal. I'll come see you later."

She watched the big black man leave her flat. He was the apartment building's custodian, and handled most of the repairs on the block. He lived in a bottom floor apartment in the building as part of his employment agreement. He'd been fucking her ever since she moved in, and he wasn't the only one. Fiona was cock crazy. She had to have it, as often as possible.

This time, she'd called Jamal to see to her needs while she watched for Pete. She'd hung out the window and hitched her skirt while he closed the curtains and slid his big black cock between her milk white thighs.

He drew his long pole of hard flesh slowly across her clit, watching her writhe under his machinations. 

He'd placed the swollen tip of his member at the entrance of the pussy, waiting a fraction of a second too long before plunging into her warm tunnel. He started fucking her slowly, gently,letting her feel wanton, hungry. Gradually, he fed a little more of his cock into her, feeling her pussy clench tighter with each stroke. 

When she'd noticed her boyfriend, she leaned forward to wave. Jamal already knew what he was going to do. Grinning, he grabbed her legs and tipped her forward. He kept himself planted, and slid her out a little, knowing that she'd push back all the harder. When only the tip of his cock was still inside her, he had plunged it to the hilt in one motion. She had squealed loudly. 

He pulled his huge tool halfway out and tipped her back until her feet touched the floor. Now that she had control of her weight, she instinctively pushed it back, once again slamming his massive tool in up to the hilt, and triggering a series of orgasms in her that made her feel incredible. 

They almost gave her away though. Jamal had started to fuck her in earnest then. Her pussy clenching around his cock, he buried it again and again. He barely noticed when she tried to whack him for pushing her out, and when Pete had been walking away he was fucking her hard. 

Pete must have heard Jamal's body slamming into his girlfriend as she was closing in on yet another intense orgasm. He hadn't gotten far when Jamal had finally emptied his copious seed into her, making her come loudly. She'd thanked God for her quick mind then, adding the sugar to Pete's shopping list. 

Right now she could feel Jamal's sugar running down her thigh.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK, it was Pete. she opened the door and let him in, taking the sugar and milk from him and putting on the kettle.

Pete and Fiona sat and chatted, drinking their coffee, laughing and content, a couple in love. They were comfortable together, and Pete thought that he'd found the perfect girl. He didn't at all mind that she had a muffin top hanging over her waist, that she was a size 16, that he ears stuck straight out of her head. She was a sexy girl. 

He love to see her smile, so he decided to tickle her. She was very ticklish, and it made her horny when he put his hands all over her. That thought made him horny too. 

His hands started wandering south. Twitching and laughing, she started to fight back. She made sure his hands stayed away from her already well fucked pussy. This time. She didn't want him finding Jamal's cum running down her legs!

She knew that she wouldn't be able to keep him away forever, though. She decided to change tack. She pulled down his zip and grabbed at his hardening dick through his boxer shorts.

She slipped off the sofa, and knelt in front of him licking and nibbling at his legs through his shorts. 

She started rubbing his balls with one hand and put her lips against the tip of his cock and breathed out. The sudden heat against his member made his cock lurch. He loved Fiona's hot mouth, and his cock was rock hard hard at just the thought. She took the front of his shorts in her teeth, feeling the pressure against them. He was about to burst out of his shorts! She yanked them down with her mouth, so that Pete's cock swept past her face, slapping his stomach. His balls were shaved, at her insistence, and he was uncircumcised. His cock wasn't as big as Jamal's, but it was by no means small.

Now that she had his boxer shorts off, the action could begin! She playfully bit his inner thigh, before running her tongue all around his nuts. She really got into it, tongue flickering left and right, slurping and sucking his big balls into her mouth. 

Soon, her tongue touched his stiff standing schlong, making it twitch. Her hand pulled it down, while her tongue rolled up it. As she reached the top, she softly pulled back his foreskin, licking at his super sensitive cock head. He grabbed at her lush red hair and moaned, pushing her down. She let him push her head down, soon engulfing his whole cock, swallowing the head into her throat.

"Mmmm," she moaned, sending a vibration into Pete's cock, and slipped her tongue out to tickle his balls, then slowly started to lift her head up, continuing to flicker her tongue across the underside of his cock. She stopped with the his cock head on her lips and slurped loudly a few times, making Pete shiver. 

She loved to suck his cock, often teasing him for what seemed like hours before letting him cum. That wasn't what she had in mind for him this time though. She stood up, hitching he skirt, and straddled Pete. Pulling his head to hers, she locked let lips to his, their tongues entwined.

"Are you gonna fuck me, or what?" she demanded, grabbing his cock and slipping it into her warm, wet cunt. Pete noticed that she was wetter than usual, but he knew his Fi and she was one horny girl! Whenever they got together, there was bound to be sex. Good sex! He nodded, lost for words. She smiled softly at his bashfulness, and started slowly sliding up and down on his hard cock.

She loved that about Pete, he was shy about sex. Naive, even. She knew that she could stay with him, because he could satisfy her, and because she could keep her other side from him. He wasn't stupid, not at all. Just not very observant. Slightly self absorbed. She would make use of that!

He got more of her than anyone. He was getting it now! His hips bucking as he tried to get deeper. He started to open her blouse, gradually bringing her ample cleavage into view. She arched her back, pushing her already big tits up and out in an invitation that was not lost on Pete. He took the rest of her blouse off and grabbed her firm, round boobs, putting one in his mouth and sucking. Fiona was bucking faster and harder now, bouncing on his cock while playing with her clit, she started to moan loudly.  

Visions of Jamal fucking her at the window not all that long ago. The thought that Pete was unknowingly getting Jamal's sloppy seconds sent her over the edge. She suddenly pushed down hard, taking Pete's cock as deep as she could. She was suddenly very quiet as she held her breath, feeling the waves begin to wash over her. She squeezed her tits together, pushing Pete's head in between them.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" she screamed, coming forcefully. She started to bounce again, kissing Pete strongly and biting his lip. She was obviously excited, and immediately started bouncing the whole length of Pete's cock in and out. Soon Pete was on the very brink.

"OhPete, OhPete, OhPete," she chanted, bottoming out each time. Her round ass slapped off his thighs, her juices ran down his cock, drenching his balls and her pussy clenched around his cock as she came again.

"FUUCK MEE PEETE! OOOH YEEAAH, FUUCK MEE BAABAAY!" She screamed, her legs shaking and body pulsing with orgasm. It was all that Pete could take. He started to grunt and moan, finally letting out a loud moan as he dropped his load deep in Fiona's already abused pussy. Pete thought it felt like a huge load, he'd come in torrents. His cock was still twitching when Fiona slid off of it.

She knelt in front of him, kissing his cock head gently. She licked her lips, tasting the mingling cums. She started to lick Pete's cock, cleaning off all of the cum that had deposited on it. She started at the tip, licking as his still dripping cock slit, taking the whole head in her hot mouth. She licked and slurped down the sides, all the way down to his balls, which she took into her mouth, one at a time. She worked her way back to the top and started to suck again in earnest. 

Pete's cock had hardly softened. She knew that if she brought him back this way, he'd be able to go for hours. She loved Pete's staying power, they'd been known to have marathon sessions covering most of a day. He wasn't all that adventurous, though. Before they'd got together, he'd never tried doggy style, and although she'd gotten him to try a few things, he'd drawn the line at dressing up. He loved her blowjobs, though, and she was getting into this one, head bobbing fast, tongue flicking out, moaning and gulping.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK, they both jumped, Fi nearly swallowed Pete's cock whole. She was already dressed, so she regained her composure and went to answer the door, while Pete quickly put his pants back on.

"Hello?" said Fiona, looking out of the peephole.

"Police, Mam. Can we have a word, please?"

"Sure," she said, opening the door to the two uniformed policemen. "What's up?"

"We're sorry, mam, but there's been a few complaints about noise from this address," stated the first officer. He was about 6' 2" and looked Italian.

"Noise?" She asked, "but it's just my boyfriend and me at home, it's not like we're playing loud music or anything!"

"Sorry mam," the Italian officer said, looking slightly embarrassed, "but it seems that the noises were, umm, of an, umm, ah, of a sexual nature."

"WHAT!?" She squealed, making the officer step back from the door a little "That's CRAP! Surely you can't tell me that I'm not allowed to FUCK my boyfriend in my OWN FUCKING FLAT!" The second officer, a little under six feet and well muscled gave his partner a sly look.

"Would you like to make a statement," he asked, "down in the car? I'm sure this is just a misunderstanding."

"OK," She said, seeing his look. "Let me go tell Pete."

"Sure."

She told Pete to stay put and followed the oficers down to their car. The two officers sat on either side of her in the back seat. The muscular guy asked her,

"So, how did you say you made the noise?"

"I was fucking." She said, matter of factly, "I suppose whoever complained wasn't getting any."

"Some people get more than others," he smiled, "people who don't can get pretty touchy, eh?."

"You guys getting enough?" she asked, realising what he was getting at.

"You can always get more," the second guy said, starting to peel back her skirt. She gave a slight moan.

"I'm never quiet when I fuck" she told them. She turned to face the two policemen. She unzipped both men's pants and rubbed at their crotches.

"But I bet you don't speak with your mouth full!" said the muscular policeman. 

She took the hint, undoing his belt and taking his pants down. The bulge in his boxer shorts was fat, and it was quickly getting fatter and longer. She leaned over and licked the bulge and nibbled at it. She put her hand under his balls and pulled his shorts down with her teeth. She was rewarded by his fat cock bouncing out of his shorts and landing across her face. She smiled up at him, half hidden by his fat knob. Flicking her tongue out, she licked his balls, making his knob twitch. She took one ball between her lips and sucked it slowly into her mouth. 

Looking up at the Italian policeman, she gave a low moan. He was staring with disbelief. He didn't really believe this sort of thing happened! She took her mouth off of the other man's balls and slurped at the base of his fat cock, slowly moving up to the tip. As she reached the tip and the big officer sank into his seat in ecstasy, his partner pulled his shorts down revealing a long, thin cock. 

She smiled appreciatively and took it in her hand. She took the fat cock out of her mouth and held it in her other hand, weighing her options.Deciding that the first man had had enough for now, she moved over to the Italian and in one quick movement, she took his whole cock into her mouth and down her throat. He just about unloaded his weapon right there.

"Fuck, bitch!" he breathed, "That's the hottest thing I ever seen!" Fi took the compliment, and rewarded the giver by flickering her tongue out at his balls. 

She sat back, taking one cock in each hand, again. She slowly wanked them both, licking the tip of each in turn, then slurping their bulbous cock heads. 

Since he'd liked it, she once again took the thinner Italian's cock all the way to the hilt in one movement, this time giving a low moan. She started to bob her head up and down, sucking his cock now in earnest.

"You better hope your boyfriend doesn't look out the window right now, you slut!" said the other officer. She was took the thin cock from her mouth, about to reply, when the younger Italian officer came. The thought of being caught by the boyfriend must have sent him over the edge, and his first string of cum had hit her right on the cheek. She quickly sucked his cock head back into her mouth, tasting his sweet cum.

"Now come and take a real mans cock, slut!" said the other officer. 

She looked over to him. His attitude pissed her off, but Fiona was one horny slut. She barely hesitated, trying to take the whole thing the way she had with his Italian partner, but it was too fat to slip down her throat so easily. She pulled back and started to lick the tip, flicking her tongue over the slit and around the bottom of the bulbous head.

"That's it, ohh fuck, yeah. Suck it," the policeman breathed. The other officer was google eyed again, rubbing at his spent cock. Fiona licked her lips, salivating over the man meat in front of her. She slipped her moist lips over the cock head, flicking her tongue at the slit on top of it. She tasted the salty pre-cum, knowing that it wouldn't be long now.

The policeman knew, too. He grabbed the hair at the back of her head and pushed her head down. She tried to resist, but he was too strong for her, so she just had to let it happen. He forced her down, pushing his fat cock into her mouth until she had the whole thing down her throat. She swallowed, holding her breath. He started to pull her hair, moving her back off of his hard on. she breathed as her throat became unblocked, flicking her tongue around the underside of his fat dick. 

He pushed her down again, fucking her face with his fat cock. She was starting to enjoy the rough treatment, but it wouldn't last.

As he pulled her head up and his cock head reached her lips she felt it expand once more. It pulsed and throbbed until:

"OOOOOOOOOOOOHHH!" he moaned, as he finally shot his load. He pulled her off of his cock, shooting the first rope onto her face, then he pushed his cock deep into her mouth so that she had to swallow the rest of his load.

"That was good, slut. Go back to your little boyfriend, now."

"What about the noise complaint?"

"What noise complaint?" the Italian officer replied. 

She walked in the door and Pete was putting on his coat.

"I've got to go, late tuition for the students," he apologised. 

She gave him a pissed off look. She was so fucking horny. Blowjobs always got her going. She kissed him deeply, allowing him to taste the mingling cum on her lips, tongue and mouth. It just made her hornier, knowing that he would taste her cheaters reward. Knowing that he'd never work it out.

"Come back soon, honey," She whispered, "I'll make it worth your while." He looked at her lustily, then his expression changed and his mouth formed a round 'o'.

"I can't believe you went down there like that!" he gasped, "You've got my stuff on your cheeks!" He reached up and wiped the two policemen's cum off of her face with his fingers.She grabbed his hand, grinning, and guided the cum coated fingers to her mouth, savoring the policemen's seed. She kissed him again, tongue darting into his mouth, once more sharing the gift that the two uniforms had given her. Minutes later, he was gone.



Fi Pt. 01



NOTE: Sex cometh slowly in this romance novel.

- - - - 

CHAPTER 1

The three Burke sisters were in the big house on the hill drinking wine, with their shoes off and feet up. Their parents were away at a conference on global coal reserves in India.

"Fiona why can't you settle on a guy," asked Stacy, the elder of her two married sisters. 

"It's partly because of her stupid name Stace," grinned Amanda. "She has great hair, a great body but what guy in his right mind wants to marry a babe called Fiona?"

Fiona said defensively, "I can't help my name and anyway guys are so stupid."

The older siblings looked lovingly at the attractive brunette 20-year-old and Stacy said softly, "Give it time Fifi, it will happen."

"We should get drunk, invite some guys around and have an orgy," Amanda suggested.

"Oh yes, come on. Oh yes," Fiona yelled, eyes shining and finishing her glass of sparkling wine in a gulp.

Her sisters laughed. 

Stacy said, "Fifi we can't. Mandy is just floating a wish. We are both respectable married women, each with a child. Would you like the moms of your niece and nephew branded as whores?"

"Ohmigod, I never thought of that. Wouldn't the guys keep their mouths shut?"

"No," said her sisters in unison.

"Damn."

They giggled and continued on to get half drunk. They went to a restaurant and three times were warned they would be asked to leave if they didn't calm down.

The next day, nursing hangovers, the sisters talked about men. Stacy and Amanda were very candid about describing what it was like living with a guy and that rather depressed Fiona. But at the airport late afternoon after Amanda had left and Stacy had been called for her flight she'd hugged the little darling she'd helped raise and who was now the tallest person in the family, taller than even their brother Anthony, and said, "Largely ignore what we said darling. Not all men are bastards or even difficult and out there somewhere is a man waiting for you. Perhaps you should change a few things. Remember what mom says, "Even small things can make a difference."

They kissed and Stacy hurried off, waving.

* * *

Professor Alice Burke peered at the young woman approaching them. "Fiona?"

"Hi mom, welcome home, but if you don't mind it's Fi now."

Her parents gaped at their six foot two daughter, now a blonde, and appearing to be all leg and breasts and going under the stupid name of Fi. Alice wondered would any mother stupidly name her daughter Fi. She kissed her Fiona though and her head reeled under the strength of her daughter's perfume.

Roy said, "Have you become a Go-Go dancer?" But instead of berating him for being stupid, his usually fiery daughter smiled hugely and said, "Oh daddy you are so funny."

Oh god, thought Alice. Fiona's on drugs and has been caught up in an odd-ball sect in just ten days of being left alone.

"Oh darling, what have they done to you?"

Looking puzzled the young woman now calling herself Fi said, "Mom a hair stylist and a new wardrobe can't have changed me all that much. You know I'm still your daughter."

"Do I? What is the name of the sect?"

"Dad mom is exhausted after extensive travel. Let's get her home."

"Yes Fi. Great name and great legs and tits."

"Roy!"

"Yes Alice? Why don't you try to relax while in a warm bath and I'll make you a hot chocolate. If you can't cope I ask Doc Talbot to give you a sedative." 

Next evening when Fi returned home from her job she'd just quit she was asked to sit down by her serious-faced parents and told it was a family conference.

Her normally liberal but complex mother said, "Roy."

"Um your mother and I want you to revert back from this ridiculous name to Fiona."

Fi had made the change after grave consideration, having first rejected the proper name of Fee in favor of Fi, a name nobody appeared to have, as far as she could find on the Internet. "No, absolutely not."

The coal mining company chairman and professional company director sighed. "Your mother wants you to stop wearing what she calls dangerously alluring clothes."

"No, definitely not."

"Your mother wants to know about your sect."

"She knows I'm female and if you must know I haven't had sex for almost six weeks."

Roy struggled to contain his mirth. "The word I used was sect -- s-e-c-t."

"What sect?"

Alice challenged, "The outfit that has captured your mind."

"Dad, there is no sect. Mom is hallucinating. Take her to Doc Talbot." 

"Roy I want you to give Fiona twenty thousand to go away to find herself and not to return until she does."

"Okay."

"No daddy. Although I do want to go away to find myself, it's expensive out there. I'll go if you give me a hundred thousand."

"Jesus girl, now who's hallucinating. Fifty grand and that's my top offer."

"Okay, done deal dad. I'll give you my bank account number and will fly out of your lives tomorrow evening."

"Thank god for that," Alice sighed. "If you had stayed looking like that I would have lost all my friends."

"Dad, believe me. Mom is in need of serious help."

At the airport next evening even Roy appeared almost ready to join in the crying.

"No mom, it's no use; I'm going. It's just the mother in you pleading with me to stay. It's the kind of thing one expects from a woman."

"There you are Roy, she'd been indoctrinated by the sect."

"It appeared to be perfectly logical thinking to me Alice. Are you sure you don't become entangled with a sect while I was attending conference sessions?"

It was time for Fi to enter security and her mom clung to her desperately. Roy had to free his daughter. "Bye darling. If your mother doesn't improve within a few days from making these wild allegations I will have her referred for psycho evaluation."

"Thanks dad. Bye mom. I will email you most days but remember if you call me that Australia is in a different time zone to here. Now be a good girl and look after yourself, find inner peace and be kind to daddy. If you weren't past the age bracket I'd recommend you have another baby. You are the perfect mother."

Alice sobbed, Roy was shuffling and with a big sigh Fi left to find the real Fi.

Fi was hoping it would be an incredible journey of discovery. She had applied to an employment agency in Sydney for a position she'd noticed during a web search of housekeeper for a female book publisher. The client had interviewed Fi by phone and said she was the pick from the short-list of applicants provided by the agency. The woman said Fi had the most interesting name of the other nine applicants, was the only blonde, the youngest and had no book writing experience and appeared unsure what housework involved.

"You are an open book Fi," said Mrs Mace. "You appear naïve and not attempting to thrust yourself on me to get your book published and not knowing anything about what housework is in Australia makes you ideal because I can teach you to do everything my way. Any questions?"

"Am I to be paid the going rate?"

"Yes."

"Do you promise not to exploit me?"

"Yes."

"Are you trustworthy?"

"Absolutely darling. Jump aboard a plane and come to me."

"Okay, I'm looking for an adventure and to find myself so working for you and living with you in your house and you being a publisher sounds a perfect mix for me."

Mrs Mace said nervously, "You're not gay are you Fi?"

"God no. What about you?"

"God no. Oh what a lovely expression to reject a notion emphatically and yet politely. I don't think you'll find Australians are particularly polite darling. We like our cards on the table. Come soon."

"Huh?" That cards on the table bit had left Fi puzzled. She called her sisters but didn't know either. Her father said it was an Aussie colloquialism for playing it straight and without complications.

* * *

Mrs Mace came to the door coughing and holding a cigarette. Fi recognized the scent of marijuana. 

"Oh hello dear, you look gorgeous, even better than you photo supplied to the agency. How did you find me? I forgot to email my address. It's these stupid cigarettes you know."

"Well if you are going to continue smoking them it will not be in my house with me being in charge of its cleanliness and appearance. And really, it's 10:00 in the morning. You should be in proper attire rather than just a dressing gown."

Mrs Mace could only boggle and she managed, "Yes dear. May I smoke this out on the veranda or in the garden?"

"Yes providing the windows facing you are closed and you don't litter."

Mrs Mace, who looked to be in her early forties, scratched under an armpit, sniffed and said that sounded reasonable.

Fi said she'd found the address by looking up the websites of book publishers in Sydney and finding the name Gwendolyn Mace.

"But how would you know that was me?"

"The name sounded suitably apt from the image I created of you when speaking to you on the phone."

Gwendolyn looked at Fi thoughtfully. "I must say this hiring of you certainly sounds eccentric but I wouldn't have thought the name Gwendolyn suggest eccentricity."

The names of the other three Mace females on the lists of senior personnel were Tammy, Shelia and Jane."

"Ohmigod, I see what you mean. Gwendolyn certainly appears to pack a bit of clout."

"Pardon me?"

"Oh yes, the translation. It packs a bit of impact."

"Absolutely."

"Come in and please call me Gwen. Only my mom and aunties call my Gwendolyn."

"Then so much for my theory."

Gwen laughed and said Gwendolyn was still her proper name. "What is your proper name?"

"Fiona."

"Ah, for a modern girl like you I sense rebellion so you put your foot down and mommy said, "Revert to your proper name or get out of my house."

"Actually she asked dad to give me a barrow load of money to go out and find myself."

"God Fi," Gwen said practically panting, "You must sit down and start writing. What you are telling me screams "Book!"

"I'm not a writer although the thought is on the back burner."

"You sound like my son, but in reverse. He'll be a writer when he gets his ass into gear."

"I love that expression."

"Really? Well let me think about that book idea. You are in the guest wing, away from my bedroom so you don't hear me screaming when I have gentlemen call."

Fi giggled and said well not hear too loudly and Gwen gave her the smile that said she was beginning to relax about her decision to take on a kid from America as a housekeeper who'd already banned her from smoking pot inside the house.

Gwen persuaded Fi to drink a glass of milk and eat two bagels spread with cream cheese and then go to sleep to recover from jet lag.

"What's jet lag? I feel great."

"That's because you are exited and energized," said the wiser woman.

Fi awoke three hours later feeling as though she'd been kicked in the stomach and head-butted. She realized she had jet leg rather than a strain of deadly flu waiting to pounce on long-distant travelers packed in cabins and waiting rooms, coughing and nose-blowing in a cacophony of cross-infectious proportions.

Gwen looked at her hired home help, now looking pale with shoulders down, eyes bleary and no longer with the bounce in her step that older people notice in the young. She smiled sympathetically as if knowing no way would this kid, er young woman, admit she was suffering jet lag. From what Fi had said, all up since leaving home she'd been traveling for almost twenty-two hours including waits for connecting flights.

"Come," smiled the employer picking up a dog lead and calling "Pluto".

Gwen handed Fi a bottle of water and said they would take Pluto for a walk. "You may take her any time."

Out of the depths of the house emerged a yawning cat, quite the largest Fi had ever seen.

"Wow, what breed is he?"

"Her. A moggy."

"What bred in Mongolia for deer hunting?"

Gwen smiled and said, "I believe I'll get to really like you. You remind me when I was an energetic youngster with a mind without barriers and ad-libbing unashamedly when I didn't know anything knowing I'd be corrected. Pluto came to me one day as a street stray. Her mom would have been of unknown breed origins crossing with possibly one of the world's largest alley cats. Such is my humor I named her after the dwarf planet Pluto thinking she would wander off after a couple of days but this house has so many dark corners that suit a sleepy cat she decided to stay."

"Ohmigod, it's you who should be the writer. What a wonderful story."

"I've had seventeen books published Fi and the universal accolade I received from critics was a variation of the word 'interesting' so I went into book editing and although I naughtily call myself a publisher for reasons of ego I'm actually employed as a commissioning editor. I work Monday to Thursday from home and go to the office on Fridays that is mainly taken up with assessment meetings and meetings charting progress. So like Pluto hiding behind a male name I too am a fraud."

"Oh that's not true. You are both lovely."

"Ah an outburst of sweet innocence. Oh how lovely."

They set off with Pluto on the lead.

That fired Fi. "I bet that's a lie. Cynical perhaps through bitter experience and lackadaisical because of what you smoke but I believe you carry qualities that you prefer to hide and your mind works differently."

"Lackadaisical is an interesting choice of word for a twenty-year old darling but I challenge you to justify your absurd notion that my mind works differently, presumably you meant but didn't say to other people, or most other people?"

"Okay, try this. Who else on this planet would hire a housekeeper, unmet and without housekeeping references, from the other side of the world and send her money for her air tickets without any idea whether the young women in receipt of that substantial amount of money would show?"

"Darling, you under-estimate me. You are forgetting I spoke to you on the phone and from that made my character assessment."

Fi smiled triumphantly. "There you go, one of your hidden talents."

"Oh touché," Gwen smiled. "Christ I'd like a joint right now."

"No, no way. You are not to smoke in my presence and please get used to the idea that I intend weaning you from that banned substance."

"Are you sure of your facts darling? The laws on cannabis in this country are rather confusing. At the discretion of the police we appear able to smoke it and not land in court providing we are not in possession of it in alarming quantities like enough dope for a two weeks or something like that. We are not allowed to supply it to others but that leaves a huge number of people escaping prosecutions because they first have to be found doing it."

"Well why break the law or just manage to skip by it? Why not be a good woman and apply good social mores?"

"Oh darling, how wonderfully sweet and naïve but actually you sound quite adult. You may have yet to learn being involved in some of the naughty things adds spice to life and please don't lecture me about the heath issues involved with cannabis usage."

"Very well. I know the easiest people to be saved from themselves are those seeking to be saved."

"Oh how wholesome darling. I do hope we can bend a little to really enjoy your stay in Sydney. You said on the phone you have a dual passport?"

"Yes dad and mom were living in Perth when I was born. He was a field geologist but these days is stuck in offices. We are all these people saying hi to Pluto by name but few seem to know you by name?"

"I'm just an eccentric lady who drives her car badly, smokes and doesn't invite people in for coffee or afternoon tea darling. The local newspaper made a celebrity out of Pluto the first time one of its photographers saw me walking her and again after Pluto was seen by a woman saving her toddler from an attack by a dog. There was blood everywhere and she thought her toddler was dying but found the only one of them bleeding with the dog. It was carted away to the Vet's while the woman walked her child and Pluto to the newspaper to give me publicity that I could well do without. Now children call as ask if Pluto can go out to play with them."

"Oh dear the publicity makes you fear you'll have to wear make-up, better clothes and do your hair?"

"Careful darling. I do think you are too young to be called a bitch."

"Can we do something about your skin, you hair and your clothes?"

Gwen appeared half-interested. "Like what?"

"The hair first. Orangutans have better hair care than you do."

"Oh thanks you big tall charmer. I must say I do like your hair." 

"Okay, we book you in for the salon to give your hair most lift and to over color that mousy matt with some dark blonde streaks."

"Oh god."

"Is that the name of your hairdresser?"

"Oh god," Gwen groaned.

"Look mummy, there's the cat lady with Pluto," called a kid holding his mother's hand.

Gwen groaned it was not safe being on the streets. She pulled out her phone and said she was calling her son. "It's time I got you out of my hair."

"Scott could you please come around now. I have a surprise for you. You might like to wear your boots with the high heels."

* * *

Ah, time to meet the American kid, Scott thought, forgetting he was only two years older so what did that make him? This Fi -- what on earth kind of name was that -- was pretty according to her low rez email photo. His mum used to look beautiful, he thought. After their guitar-playing father left their mom, Blanche and him for a floozy who made a few bucks singing country music, Gwen turned to trying to write sexy novels to make ends meet for the abandoned family. Blanche now eighteen had been in nappies at the time. 

The historical based novels sold quite well but by the time he was a high school senior has mom had written herself out. She'd had let herself go, sleeping late, drinking too much and one of his girlfriends introduced his mum to pot and one of her older male companions revived Gwen's old memories about sex. 

What an embarrassment she'd been to Blanche and him at times but the truth was she was clever with her penetrating way of thinking and usually was great fun, being like a Penny Pan, never quite growing up to become a serious adult. She still made great money and was allowed to work from work because she looked too untidy to work at the office, except on Fridays when the publishing firm had its talkfests. By all accounts his mom was a scream with her dry wit. Scott sighed, having long suspected the married publisher Guy Fennell and his mom had sex after work on Fridays. She always bathed on Friday mornings and perfumed up and soon as she arrived home on Friday evenings she was in the bath again. Ask yourself.

Scott grinned. He was always asking himself about that but unless she confessed or someone caught them at it who would ever know? And what the fuck did she mean by that coded message to wear his boots, meaning his cowboy boots, his only footwear with high heels. Had she overflowed the bath again?

Scott had completed a BA in English, majoring in literature/writing five months earlier and his mom had found a cheap flat for him. She paid the rent and had told him to get writing and ah, well, he'd produced three draft manuscripts. She'd read each one and in each case gave him her verdict in one word.

Crap.

He thought he should get a real job but she made him stick to his promise that he'd try for one year. Each time he gave her a draft to read she looked pained and would say he didn't lack imagination as a person but it deserted him as a writer and she gave him heaps of tips than he found difficulty adhering to when attempting to write.

Gwen had never once called him hopeless. She just said, "It will come. You can't possibly have a mum like me and be bereft of talent. Get out and fuck some hot women and see where that leads you. Don't forget condoms."




Fi Pt. 01



Christ, what sort of advice was that for a mum to give her son? Well for one thing it was outside the square and that was one of the things why Blanche and he loved their mum. One of his university friends summed it up brilliantly: "Your mum is as silly as a chook but is absolutely adorable. Most of us wish we had a mum like yours." Blanche and Scott had flushed with pleasure at being old that. Blanch had recently gone to Melbourne to study to become a nurse and rarely came home because she was living with a married guy separated from his wife.

Scott, who was well-built and just five-eleven, pulled on sneakers and cycled over to his mom's place to meet Miss Texas as his mum had called the housekeeper, staring at the photo on the kitchen fridge and then saying one of her scary things: "This girl will change our lives." Scott hoped the girl wouldn't turn out to be an axe murderer. Christ, if he could develop that into a solid theme he could have the book that was hovering beyond his grasp. Only by inches did he avoid running into the tail of a parked car. Fuck, day-dreaming again.

Scott placed his bike on the open front porch against the weatherboarding of the house and turned to look at the rosy lips of the new housekeeper. He looked up and up and saw she was a blonde. Fuck she was tall. So the dwarf said, "Hi good looking."

"Oh hi Scott, what a lovely greeting. Are you adorable like your mom?"

Her accent was American and rather soft for a Texan, he thought, even when she said mom instead of the more customary mum. How on earth did she know his mum was adorable? So he asked.

"How do you know my mum's adorable?"

"Christ Scott, if you had a mom like mine you'd know the answer to that question."

She swore just like him. But weren't Americans suppose to avoid profanity except in the privacy of their homes or when being passed in tennis or missing a five-foot putt at golf?

"Well pleased to meet you, er, Fi. Blanche and I are proud of our mum."

"Oh, I've only heard the name Scott mentioned."

"My sister is still a name not being mentioned by our mum because Blanche is hold-up with an older guy who is married."

"But wasn't that a situation your mom wrote about when she was writing?"

"Damn right. But apparently other people's daughters can do it but not one's own."

"How do you feel about that Scott?"

"I'm easy. Mum still feels she has responsibility for Blanche who is only eighteen. If Blanche wasn't so besotted about the connection I'd go down and fill the guy in."

"You mean hit him?"

"Yeah." 

"What say he beat you to pulp?"

"I guess that's another reason why I haven't gone down to deal with him."

"Well that goes beyond stupid manly thinking. But you'd go if she called in tears."

"Fucking oath."

"That translates as an affirmative. Good boy."

Scott was intrigued at the way this shelia thought. God she and his mom ought to get along like a house on fire.

"Come in. Your mum is nursing her first gin. I've placed her on a ration of only two standard sized gins or alternative alcohol drinks a day and she's promised to obey and trial my regime for a month. I have put out beer for you."

"Although you don't look like one you sound like a housekeeper who's taken command."

"Why thank you Scott."

As they walked inside she asked what he did for a job. The sly bitch. His mum would have told him within the first hour of meeting her. "I spend a lot of time looking at a blank screen on my computer or looking at stuff I've written and feeling depressed."

Fi laughed. It was the sound of golden decibels decreasing in volume. Scott felt the hair on his nape stir.

"Your mum will be telling you she wants you and me to spend four hours a day together minimum, you showing me around Sydney and I talking to you to try to stir your mind into lifting your thoughts on to a higher plane."

"Huh?"

"Oh Scott, is that a way for a professional writer to verbalize? His adoring fans would feel short-changed as would his heroine he is developing."

"A beer would be good," Scott said, playing it safe.

"Oh hello Scott, said his mum, sporting a new hair style with blonde high-lighting and in a short dress with her legs showing most of their length and an awesome-looking cleavage apparently having been discovered.

Scott swallowed. "You look great mum. You've been made-over swell."

"Isn't Fi a darling? Her next project is you."

CHAPTER 2

Fi and Scott took a commuter train to Circular Quay and caught the ferry to Manly for lunch.

"Oh this is glorious Scott," said the lovely Fi in a red shirt and white shorts and a white scarf around her neck flying in the breeze as they looked back to the retreating Sydney CDB skyline. She linked arms.

"Your mom allowed me to read your last draft."

"Oh."

Fiona smiled reassuringly. "She called it crap."

"Yeah."

"You know what's wrong with it, don't you?"

"Sort of."

"What sort of answer is that Scott?"

"A sign of drooping confidence I suppose. Tell me what you think."

"The working title of 'Liquid Amber' caught my attention immediately but although your thoughts were strung together well Amber certainly wasn't sending her sex liquids around, which I had half-expected her to be doing with that title. Neither was she, as the author intended her to do, oozing herself into society as she attempted to climb the social ladder, molding to fit every demand she confronted. The pace dropped away and even failed to work up to match the climax."

"Well that's more graphical than what mum told me. She said things like, "I frustrated the reader with my lapses and other irritations that I would have lost some of them rather early in the piece and heaps more well before the finish."

"Oh."

"Well, do you agree with that?"

"Perhaps. I studied English lit but dropped out of college at the end of my second year. I never have a humble opinion so all I can say is two major things that occurred to me in plowing through your work -- yes plowing and rarely reading with a smile on my face. The rhythm was too uneven for my liking and the novel totally lacked passion."

"Okay, they are majors. Anything else?"

"Yes, I adored the way you drew Amber. She was how you imagined your mother was as a young woman, wasn't she?"

Scott gaped at his critic.

"I thought so. But I couldn't decide if I really like Rocco and thought he wasn't a suitable guy for Amber because you didn't flesh him out well and as a character he was all over the place. People, especially men, are really not like that but I have to say some women are. I wanted to strangle you when you had Rocco stalk off when Amber said no sex tonight for obvious reasons and you had him waiting for the barmaid Julie to take her next break. Rocco laid her over the front of a car in the rear car park and had sex with Julie while she had a cigarette. I'm afraid that was the end of Rocco for me."

"Oh no."

"Oh yes Scott and it wouldn't surprise me your mom threw the draft into a corner at that point for Pluto to pee on. You must have been tutored about what works with characterization of heroes and what doesn't?"

"Yeah I suppose so but I guess I thought I knew all about guys, that I needed to know what made heroines what they are supposed to be."

"Well judging by what I read over the past two nights that is a very truthful response. I really related to Amber. I suggest you leave Rocco in the novel and make him the lover of Amber's best friend Sky who needs a name change and eliminate the character she is having sex with."

"Like what name?"

"What market are you hoping to be published in?"

"Just Australia. Well at least initially."

"Then a name like Kathryn or Katie or Kylie."

"What about Francesca?"

"I'd say brilliant. Then you'll need a new hero."

"Yeah and with a name that appeals to women."

Scott cheered up after that, adopting the look of a guy who'd made a big decision.

They had an enjoyable outing and as Scott placed Velcro tapes around the bottom of his trousers before cycling home Fi asked, do you have a steady girlfriend.

"Yeah."

"Well don't be afraid to let me know when that's finished."

Scott looked at Fi so intently she had to turn away until he said, "I'll bring my laptop Thursday. Can we work for four hours on Amber? I've decided to ask you to work with me get that novel back on track rather than scrap it."

"Yes but only for four hours. Remember I'm the housekeeper."

Gwen came in looking exhausted. "God I wish you hadn't made me join the gym. I feel half dead."

"I bet the trainer who assessed you told you to start slowly and work up as you gain fitness?"

"Yes, but I'm not the sort of person who does anything by halves."

Fi smiled and said she wondered why she knew that. She served lightly braised chicken, four green vegetables, carrots and one small potato each.

"Where are my other four potatoes and where is the bread?"

"Under my administration we eat only healthy food. I've thrown out all bread, sugar-loaded biscuits and cakes but although you gave me a free hand you may over-rule me if you wish. But I urge you to give me one month and the new Mrs Gwendolyn Mace will have emerged. Oh, why don't you drop the title of Mrs and use none or only use Ms when a title is mandatory?"

"I've often thought about it."

"Then I'll be quiet until you make your decision whether or not to do it, rather than procrastinate. I'd assume your loss of confidence over your two failed books introduced procrastination into your life?"

"Damn right it did Fi. Christ you can be so cruel."

"But always for a purpose. I'm the inspiration Scott needs to reach the plane required to become an author and eventually it will occur to you I'm the inspiration you need to get back to writing."

Gwen looked at Fi. "Are you sure you're only twenty darling? You are almost much too adult even for me."

They ate in silence until Gwen said, "Yep, I've decided to drop the title of Mrs. I guess I clung to it for the sake of the children but that usage is long out of date."

"Good girl. Apart from the loss of another half pound of potatoes, how do you like your meal?"

"I'd be lying if I didn't say it's delicious. I usually only eat chicken fried or roasted."

"Well not for another month. Now for dessert."

"Ohmigod, the wicked housekeeper will allow me to guzzle dessert."

"A healthy dessert, of course."

"Damn, count me out."

A few minutes later Gwen looked at the serving on the flat plate. "Actually it looks and smells delicious. What is it?"

"Low fat cheese cake. There is no cream. Sorry. But in this dish is peach sauce."

Gwen loved it and looked surprise when Fi said, "We haven't eaten a great deal so we sit her relaxed and talk. In twenty minutes our stomach signals our brain it's had sufficient and we no longer feel like raiding the fridge. My best girlfriend's mom is a hospital nutritionist and taught my mom and me so many things. I used to be a fat kid.

"You fat?" Gwen said wide-eyed.

"Yes until I was sixteen. Girls often lose fat around that age anyway but I had heaps to lose. Wrong diet for my body type, Mrs Mason said and set out to prove she was right."

They chatted and after a while Gwen said, "Struth, it worked. I no longer feel like more tucker."

Fi laughed and said, "Say that again."

* * *

Scott said, "With us working in collaboration I require only the truth from you."

"Yes Scott."

He pulled out his laptop from his backpack and said he'd mapped out the characters and brought up those pages on screen.

"Well, what do you think?"

"Commit all this to memory and that will assist in development and consistency. All I can say is you need to think more about your hero and heroine. This guy Ned, I like the name, and Amber and he need to have their character emerge progressively and to develop as you well know. The problem I have with Amber is you see her as being perfect, far too perfect for my liking. Doesn't she pass wind?"

Scott tugged an ear lobe. Well I wanted a lovable heroine.

"But we all have shortcomings Scott. You must have been looking at a fellow student's boobs when your lecturer covered that point."

"I don't look at boobs."

"Well you appear to spend time looking at mine."

"Yes but yours... Oh, I lie and am not perfect either," he grinned. "So Amber must have some traits."

"Undesirable ones, yes, but only mildly so. One useful way some authors I read use is to have the heroine being overly impatient or even prone to bouts of bad-temper but gradually the readers learns how the heroine begins to deal with such shortcomings."

"Gotcha. So Amber has to learn to curb a wandering eye which is why she has a bad time with Rocco just after Ned comes on to the scene but has yet to pitch for her?" 

"Well yes but I suggest you make sure Rocco only gets Amber's breasts out before he shocks her and she closes up on him. If he gets it in many of your women readers could be sickened and disgusted by Amber's bad choice and failure to react like a heroine."

"Gotcha. I sense you think a Rocco/Amber relationship is risky."

"Yes but it may earn you kudos if it occurs within the first couple of chapters as being unexpected. If he fails to score within an ace of getting to pussy the relief of some readers could be immense."

"So it will have awakened emotions."

"Absolutely."

"Passion but tailing off into a kick in the guts for the villain."

"Exactly."

"With emphasis on believability and Amber scuttling to safety amazed she could have been so stupid."

"You've got it pal."

Scott's eyes narrowed and he tugged an ear lobe. "What are your thoughts about Ned?"

"He appears well constructed, likeable and you have a clear outline of how he'll grow as a character, wisely taking in Amber's influence."

"But?"

"God Scott, you are the author. Accept too much of what other people tell you and your individuality as an author could be in peril. You don't want to sound in the reader's mind like 1000 other authors do you?"

"No Fi but I would appreciate my question being answered."

"Well it's just a personal thing and keep in mind it's currently fashionable and some women like it."

"What is?"

She sighed and said Ned was to go around with facial stubble.

"Ah, well I'll keep that in mind but no immediate change."

"Good boy. All I want you to do is to think deeply about your influence on readers because you'll already know storyline is not everything."

"Yeah right."

They were sitting shoulder to shoulder in front of the small screen. Scott asked could he kiss her and Fi turned her head. They kissed. It became a deep kiss. Scott broke away with a smile and Fi had a frown.

"What?"

She said when they were alone he'd never have to ask for a kiss. She wanted to be his pal. But as for pulling up her top she never wanted him to grope her like that again unless he no longer had a regular girlfriend.

"Sorry."

She smiled and said that was okay. "It's just how I am."

"The kiss reeled my mind and I just thought, well..."

"I see. And would your hero be like that?"

Scott thought for a moment, head a little inclined. "Well actually yes but he wouldn't have rushed for a breast like a clumsy clod as I did."

"Good thinking. I think that would be entirely in character for Ned as you propose."

"Propose."

"He is under development isn't he?"

"Ah yes. Christ you are thorough. Don't you think you should be writing?"

"I really have no interest at this stage. I only involve in things that interest me. So had Ned done what just happened between you and me what would Amber's reaction had been."

"Er the same as yours."

"Think Scott, we are far from being identical in character."

"Er I'll have to think about it."

"An excellent response. You really won't have any idea and this is where imagination comes into play. You have to work like a detective piecing together some of the things you know about women and forming a model and triple checking the result appears to have authenticity and then ensure that particularly model of behavior for Amber remains fairly consistent throughout."

"Fi, how can you know such much? You're only twenty."

"I've read widely and I'm a keen observer. I may be ready to write if the idea appeals to me when I'm in my mid-thirties."

Scott sniffed. "Are you saying I'm too young and inexperienced to begin a writing career?"

"Not at all. I rather think you mom has prepared you for this, in this respect seeing you with the start she wished she'd had. Being your mom she'd assumed you'd have her writing skills and her incisiveness in perception."

"But I haven't."

Fi snorted and said how could he know that this early, that he was just out of the start blocks.

"You are confusing me."

"That is the usual waffle women get from men. You need to think about Amber tying up Ned mentally in knots fairly frequently because that's what some women often do until their man manages to sort her out in his head either partly or fully.

Scott looked at Fi in wonder. "You are going to be so good for me."

"Well understand this Scott, rely on me more than your literary coach and if I read you have written things I've said to you as direct quotations I'll break off these exchanges. This is your book, not mine. You have to think and develop as an author and rely on no one person to discuss concepts and no one source for your research."

"Understood," he said meekly.

Fi sighed knowing this wasn't going to be easy. "I'm off to prepare lunch."

Walking to the third bedroom Gwen used as her office, Pluto coming to the door to greet her with a leg rub, Fi said, "How's it going?"

"My mind appears clearer. Can being off pot, reduced alcohol intake, better food and mind-numbing exercise work this quickly?"

"I wouldn't know but I suggest your whole persona has lit up a little. You are no longer the ex Mrs Frump."

"Oh darling, thanks for this hideous hair. People on the street openly gawk."

The upside is most people have poor memory recall and after the first or probably no more than the third sighting will have forgotten how you used to look."

"How do you know so much? And no more of that vacuous crap retort you read a lot."

Fi pondered. "Well I do read a lot and until my sisters married we always sat and talked a lot. Although I was born in Perth in Western Australia where they do speak English you must understand we were carted around the world like gypsies by my father, a noted geologist, and into strange environments where we slowly picked up the ability to communicate with the natives."

"Yes of course. That would through you sisters together."

"Stacy my elder sister proved to be a born linguist and is now an assistant professor in the languages school at the largest university in the city where she lives. Mandy my sister three years older than me developed us socially in each new environment because that was her bent and we all thought she'd become a sociologist or something in environment studies but she chose to become a dress designer. My year-older brother Anthony was born a sportsman and was soon playing with local male kids and he taught us a lot about the things he picked up about males. He's now studying architecture. I b went around helping our maids and became skilled in domestic service and that is why I'm here rather than choosing prostitution."

Scott looked up from his work grinning, hearing the two women scream with laughter. The newcomer was making his mom so happy. 

"My mom's vocation is studying human development and is a professor at our home town university. So there you have it. We are a homogenized multi-talented family with the three sisters communicative to the nth and my only claim is my mom believes I'm the most intelligent person in our family. That claim scared the crap out of me and I refused to undergo advanced assessment knowing any high result would turn me into an insufferable bitch. I attended university for two years, did exceedingly well but found the whole thing boring."




Fi Pt. 01



"Oh my god, if that's not a sign of high intelligence I don't know what is. What an interesting family you have. I guess you all were hauled back to America when it was time for your oldest sister to begin college?"

"Yes, and that's intelligence thinking. I'm off to prepare lunch. I just called to say I feel Scott will get the bit between his teeth this time."

"Oh excellent. Keep up the good work in support. Oh darling, I must warn such closeness could become sexy."

Fi smiled and said she was aware of that, not being a completely naïve person.

Later in the afternoon when Fi had walked to the supermarket with Pluto who was allowed inside because she wasn't a dog and was a community icon, Gwen called in for a brief chat with Scott.

He was expanding his story line and said the decision had been made to reconstruct 'Liquid Amber'. 

"So she hasn't persuaded you to change that working title?"

"Nope."

"God she's good."

"I rather think so too. She insists she must be nothing more to me on this project than a literary coach. She seems bent on explaining female perspectives to me."

"Good, good. You would have regarded your lectures on that at university as being boring. Now what about Fi as a very attractive woman?"

"I accept that."

"Scott, don't fuck with me. I don't want you messing with her and that resulting in her running away."

"Oh woman of little faith. If you think our Fi is a runner you don't know women."

That comment appeared to astound Gwen, but not as much as the next one. 

"If you must know we kissed, just the once, but she said I'm not to touch her sexily while I continue to have a steady girlfriend."

"Well that's the end of that. You like Morgan very much."

Gwen was almost to the door when Scott said, "Perhaps not that much mother."

"Well think carefully," said the mother. God Scott had crowed about Morgan being top dolly even after she'd gone to bed with him, ending long resistance. If that were so, what did that make Fi if Scott were thinking about choosing her over Morgan?

Gwen bashed some pots around looking for a roasting dish and then remembered Fi would be getting dinner. She knew it; when making that call to America she'd had a premonition that Fi would change their lives. It was fanciful thinking but so what? It was happening wasn't it? The girl would soon attempt to match her with a guy.

Gwen called out, "Fi will probably be vacuuming when she returns from the supermarket."

"No she said she wouldn't disturb me by doing that. She'll do the floors after dinner."

"But that's her free time."

"Yeah but she's my literary tutor isn't she?"

Gwen fingered her necklace. She didn't know what to think.

TO BE CONTINUED



Fi Pt. 02



CHAPTER 3

On Thursday Gwen called publisher Guy Fennell to break off their adulterous relationship.

"It's Gwen. Look would it be okay if we were to stop having our Friday you know what?"

After a surprised pause Guy answered, "Probably not. What's come up?"

"I have a housekeeper and she's so bright I feel she'd be on to me in a flash. She's already dollied me up and got me going to the gym."

Guy laughed and asked if the housekeeper was gay.

"Definitely not."

"Has she lined you up with a guy?"

"Not yet but she's going to do that. I feel it in my water."

Gwen imagined Guy running a finger inside his shirt collar, although he wouldn't be aware of that substitution for the action he used on a vagina.

"Look," he said slowly. "I think this is rather a good idea. We have been at it for a long time and I understand the longer you continue in adultery the more likely you'll be found out."

"So you are agreeable that we finish?"

"Yes. I suppose I should give you a present."

"No your dick has been a lovely present over the years. I suppose this means I'm fired."

"Hell no."

"Ah, well will I lose my privilege of working from home?"

"No. Gwen you are my most successful commissioning editor ever. We've had more good strikes with you than anyone else and you have never missed with a bookstore certainty. I'm giving you an increase of three grand in salary because you deserve it."

"Thanks Guy. You have been a great guy to me."

Guy laughed and said, "To tell you the truth I thought you would have dumped an older guy like me years ago. You sound more confident and I'll watch for the new look Gwen in the morning if it's that apparent."

"It's happening for me Guy and yes the makeover is very apparent. This babe is good and Scott has taken a real interest in her. I repeat she does not appear to be gay."

"Bring her in tomorrow and let her see what you do on your weekly appearance at your workplace. Does she know anything about literature?"

"Yes."

"Good. You best call Claire and order lunch for this woman oh and yourself. Just say to Claire you won't be lunching with me in future. She'll know what that means so will provide me a solo lunch."

Gwen felt confused rather than free and didn't understand the reaction. She'd thought the guilt would have lifted. She went and found Fi.

"Would you like to come into the city tomorrow and observe what I do on my Fridays in the office and to lunch with senior staff?"

"Yes, I'd like that very much. Are you okay? You look strained."

"Well I shouldn't be. The boss has increased my salary so I'm increasing yours by thirty bucks a week. You are being so influential on me Fi."

"Oh thank you. That is very generous. Did you tell him about me and he suggested you bring me in?"

"Well I mentioned you. I made not mention of your age or looks or that you are a writer in waiting. I just said you are impacting on me."

Fi giggled and said, "I suppose he asked if I were gay?"

"No," Gwen lied. Although Fi just smiled Gwen was left with the impression Fi knew that was a lie. As for Guy and her banging on Fridays, no way would she ever mention that!

"Ohmigod," Fi said as they entered the elevator. "Three floors... how many people work for the company?"

"One hundred and eight as far as I know. Our printing is done outside on contract."

"So were are you in the hierarchy?"

"Oh up there."

"Gwen!"

"Well fifth in the pecking order but that's arbitrary. It's of no consequence. Because I don't work in the office except Fridays I have not executive responsibility for training and management of personnel. Understand what I mean? It's a figurehead status."

"I see. How many commissioning editors are there?"

"Five."

"And who is considered to be the most effective one?"

Gwen glared and told Fi to stop that nonsense. The roles were not competitive.

The first gathering was a progress meeting and after everyone have finished talking to Gwen about how changed and how lovely she looked, Gwen introduced Fi to everyone describing her as an observer. Guy was called when everyone was ready. He strode in a stopped in shock, saying, "My god, are you really Gwen's housekeeper?"

A buzz flashed around the room.

"Yes, I'm American, a university drop-out and my parents gave me money to go off to find myself. Gwen had a position of housekeeper posted with an agency that I found on the Internet and I applied. I was the only applicant without paid housekeeping experience so Gwen hired me, saying she'd train me to housekeep the way she wanted it done. It is very nice to meet you Mr Fennell. You appear to run a very impressive outfit."

"Thank you miss."

Guy then focused on Gwen and almost boggled. "You're looking great Gwen. I like the changes. I'd like you both on standby as possible front cover models."

"Oh Guy, how flattering you are. If Fi consents I want her used only to promote the new book of one of our top ten authors."

"Very well. You heard that Clyde. Now let's get on with the meeting. Take that spare seat at the table Fi."

The head of production used a computer linked to a projector to chart the progress of each fiction and non-fiction publication already in the system and then the five commissioning editor reported on their work, following by editors assessing proposals from authors. By then it was after midday and lunch was served.

Fi was invited to sit by the executive editor who was surprised that Fi had completed two years studying English lit.

"So that's why you are here, you have an interest."

"Yes but part of my interest is to get a deeper understanding of what Gwen does. She's explained what she does at home and there was nothing new for me there but the complexity of this progress reporting interests me greatly. I had not been privy to this side of publishing until today."

"Yes it has to be thorough otherwise we would be in a mess with production schedules. Are you aware Gwen is our jewel?"

"No because she won't talk about it. Tell me Cynthia."

"Your employer is one of the best in the business. She has never missed a deadline and has a great sense of what will sell and what will bomb out. Her consistency in this is amazing and that makes Gwen our number one commissioning editor. International publishers based in Australia have attempted to headhunt her but she rejects such advances outright. Guy's wife had read Gwen's novels so when she applied for a job he read her most successful one and told me to hire her. He saw something just by reading her and reading her CV and simply said, "This woman needs a break and may well surprise us. If she doesn't perform then find a reason to fire her after three months. Within three weeks I could see I had a rising star. Gwen's loyalty to us is unshakable."

The production and distribution managers left, leaving the afternoon session on assessment to be debated by the editorial and sales managers.

"Please contribute Fi," Guy instructed but she sat quietly until a proposal was screened, an assistant from PR reading out the under-scored lines.

In a flash Gwen asked, "Why haven't I seen this proposal?"

"It only arrived yesterday."

Guy asked, "Does this interest anyone else?"

There was silence so Fi spoke. "Probably it will interest everyone in Australia with more than a half a brain, especially academics, school teachers and armchair critics."

Guy smiled encouraging. "A fresh viewpoint is always welcomed here Fi. Please continue."

"The title says it all, 'Dumbing Down Australia TV'. This author is an academic in an area where she had expertise in media sampling, twenty-three years of it we have learned. America reviewed its education on the strength of a woman writing a research publication on 100 years of dumbing down national education."

Guy said he remembered that controversy.

"If your TV programming is similar to ours in America we all know dumbing down is happening and yet simply dismiss it as TV has gone to crap. No one takes responsibility for it and the TV people say it's related to the needs of advertisers as well as sampling TV viewers' preferences. Ohmigod, so we set national standards according to where boneheaded advertisers wish to spend their advertising dollars. There is no need for me to go on. You all know TV has collapsed into the domain of dummies, or more precisely the lowest end of intellectualism. Even the news on many channels is now of the caliber of entertainment/news. Just hope like hell this author hasn't yet offered her proposal to any other publisher who has yelled, "Deal". I might be only twenty and hail from Texas but I have a brain and see where this lobotomy of public TV is taking us. That's me finished."

"Thank you Fi," Guy said. "Cynthia?"

"I too have a gut feeling. Assess the proposal please Gwen. Three draft chapters have been enclosed. I want the decision by 4:30. If we have a potential hot-seller I want to have that author signed up ASP, very ASP."

At that point Gwen left the meeting, taking Dr Judith Moran's proposal with her.

Guy looked at Cynthia and they both grinned. The meeting continued.

Walking to catch the train home Gwen told Fi Dr Moran would be signing a faxed contract and faxing it back by the day's end. "The media will seize upon this one when we release the review copies, particularly the print media that likes to slam TV for anti-social behavior. This book is so damning it will be very controversial and while the debate rages we'll sell the book by the container loads. Did you enjoy yourself today? Oh before I forget, you comment was very learned."

"Thank you. Yes I found it interesting in between the tedious parts."

Arriving at Summer Hill station that was within walking distance from Gwen's home in Moonbie St, Fi said, "Let's go for a drink."

"Er if you don't mind I usually drink at home. I'm rather unkempt... oh, my make-over. This really takes some getting use to. The girls at work couldn't believe I could change so radically but when I pointed to you they nodded and said sympathetically they understood."

"Oh how condescending of them. Are you coming or do I drop into the bar alone?"

"Oh I can't allow you to go in alone. You are a stranger in a community and some really rough types are about. I'll have to come with you."

The barmaid looked at Gwen, nodded and then her eyes lit and she said, "Hi Fi. How's Pluto?"

"Fine thanks Nell. This is Pluto's owner Gwen Mace."

"Oh hi Gwen. This is a first for both of you so first drink on the house. I often see Fi in or near the supermarket or in Moonbie when I'm on my running circuit. Fi said she was housekeeper for a lovely woman, is that you?"

"It has to be," Gwen laughed.

Two guys came in and said hi to Fi. One looked familiar and Gwen recognized her pharmacist. 

"Oh hello Mr Noble."

The pharmacist smiled and said, "Hello Mrs Mace."

"Oh please call me Gwen."

"It's Gwen for me only if you call me Gerald," he smiled. "You look... er racy."

Gwen blushed and said thank you.

Fi said, "Gwen I'd like you to meet Charlie Broome who runs Sun Hill Village Security. I met him through Pluto."

Charlie turned to look at Gwen and he hesitated... "Gwen, Gwen McMasters... er at least you were?"

"Ohmigod, Charlie boy! Fi we went through Darlington Public School in Chippendale together and lost touch when we went on to different high schools because my parents shifted out Parramatta way."

After hugging Charlie and Gwen chatted so Fi swapped small talk with Gerald until the other two had caught up their pasts.

After an hour Fi said they had to go. "Would you guys care to have dinner with us?"

Gwen appeared shocked at Fi's boldness and Gerald said his wife and the two kids still living at home would expect him home.

"What about you Charlie?"

"Well yeah Fi, I'm living alone but shouldn't the invitation come from Gwen?"

"Fi is running my house Charlie. She is free to invite you."

Gerald left and the other three walked the short distance to Gwen's home, Charlie leaving his vehicle in the supermarket car park.

Gwen whispered, "Fi what the hell are you attempting to do?"

"I smell romance."

At that Gwen was struck speechless. Was it happening? For sometime she'd had half a feeling Fi would pull something like this.

Fi said, "Take our arms Charlie."

"Gawd this feels good. I think I kissed you Gwen on the first week we began school. I started a day earlier than you."

"A day later."

"Sorry."

Fi said, "What was the kiss like Gwen?"

"I can't remember being kissed."

"Liar."

Charlie had turned and was looking at Gwen.

"She's still very kissable Charlie."

Gwen thought could have strangled the loudmouth American. Fortunately Charlie just laughed.

Fi arrived with their drinks and turned on soft music and said she would be away working on the dinner. She closed the door to the kitchen. 

Oh god, thought Gwen.

Fi called Scott and asked him what he was doing.

"I have a hand on my dick thinking of you."

Fi screamed in laughter.

"Have you been drinking?"

"Yes Scott, just a couple. Look your mom might like some company. We've brought an old childhood pal home from the bar but your mom appears embarrassed. You being here could help."

"Okay I'm already showered so will be on my way. Cook something decent."

Fi chose to do meatballs and when that dish was in the oven made apple pie and dashed out and brought cream. When she arrived back home Gwen arrived in the kitchen in quite a state. "You left me alone with him. I'd heard some years ago he was a bit of a ladies' man."

"Well isn't that a good use of a man?"

Gwen staggered away muttering Fi was setting her up.

"You appeared embarrassed so I've asked Scott around. Here he is now."

"Oh your wonderful girl," Gwen said darting back to hug and kiss her housekeeper before being pushed back to entertain her guest.

Scott placed two bottles of red on the bench and then kissed Fi hungrily.

"Wow."

He grinned and said he'd purchased two bottles of quality wine because his mom only bought crap and had them charged to Gwen's account.

Scott went into the family room and he and Charlie looked at one another in surprise.

"Hi Charlie."

"Hi Scott, fancy seeing you here. Do you know Gwen?"

"Sort of," Scott grinned.

Gwen said sheepishly, "I'm a divorcee and Scott Mace is my son. My younger child Blanche is in Melbourne studying."

"Well, well. I know Scott through evening gym; he's one of the trainers that work on a bunch of us two nights a week and Scott and I cycle together, usually on Sunday mornings. He occasionally sits at my switchboard and scans the monitors on the wall at evenings if the duty operator fails to show because of sickness or whatever."

Gwen became quite excited over those connections and at one stage during the evening after more wines ruffled Charlie's hair when he denied a joke he'd just related was filthy. 

After dinner was over and conversation was dying Fi said brightly, "You other two go into the lounge. Scott and I will clear away and after doing the dishes I'll bring you coffee."

"Can we be trusted to be left alone," Gwen giggled, leaving Scott looking at his mother most concerned. Fi had to pull him away.

He said to Fi fiercely, "Charlie has a bit of a reputation with the ladies"

"Oh really. And you mom has never had callers -- males, late at night carrying a box of chocolates and a couple of bottles of sparkling wine?"

"Who told you that?" Scott demanded defensively.

"Your mother."

"Oh crap," he groaned.

Fi put her arms around him, locking him into a major kiss and wriggled a breast free. She pulled up her top and invited, "Go Scott -- my bared breast awaits you."

Fi allowed Scott to briefly grope with it and tongue her and then said, "Oh I forgot, do you still have that girlfriend?"

"Yes."

She pulled away and pulled down her top and said, "Come on pal. You clear the table and I'll load the dishwasher."

"Aw Fi, don't be so cruel. Feel my dick."

"Oh is it big enough to feel? No worries mate. You know I set the ground rules."

"Aw Fi, fair go."

"Run along darling. Fetch me things off the table."

When they had finished Fi took coffee into Gwen and Charlie and when she returned to the kitchen found a note: 'Thanks for being lovely all evening and especially for our moments of intimacy. I accept your ground rules. I'm off home to put my heroine through an inexplicable period of being a total bitch because her hormones were out of balance because of the phase of the moon.'

Fi laughed, not at all angry with Scott because she knew men took it hard when they thought they were on to something only to be pushed away. She'd acted deliberately, wanted him to decide what of the two women he wanted -- his girlfriend or her.

Leaving the lights on she went to bed.

She was reading when Gwen came in to the bedroom yawning and looking rather flushed.

"Gosh talk about Mr Smooth. Charlie had both breasts out before I had time to protest."

"Oooh," Fi giggled.

"We are going on a proper date on Saturday. God, I'm so excited."

"Scott told me he has other women."

Gwen sighed. "I had wondered about that. Still I need someone to fuck me now that I've given up Guy. Oh god, what was I saying?"

Fi took in that astounding comment and faked it. "Pardon me Gwen, I failed to catch what you said. I was thinking about Scott saying he was off to work on his book."

Fi held Gwen's gaze and Gwen was the first to blink and look away. "You really are motivating that boy. Actually I've thought two or three times during the past three days perhaps I should try to get back into writing."

"Well keep thinking. Don't jump in too early. I should think when your typing fingers begin twitching then it will be time to sit in front of your laptop and pound out, 'A novel by Gwendolyn Mace'. Don't be cross with me but I was dusting in your office cupboard two days ago and found copies of your books. This is your first published novel, 'Kylie's Rotten Husband'. I've almost wet myself at times, sharing your grief, although I know this would only be loosely based on what happened to you."

Gwen covered her surprise with a smile. "I don't mind. If you hadn't found my cache you could have borrowed the books from the library. I image you already know the conclusion without having read it, being such a smart girl?"

"Something like, 'My marriage was beyond saving by the time it collapsed. But I don't think all men are jerks and I suspect I shall marry again. But first I have to stop thinking no man will want me, a divorcee'."

"You are damn good. That's very much like the ending you'll read. I guess I'm predictable. I did use that exact phrase, 'I suspect I shall marry again'. I edited out in the final draft this final sentence, 'But will any man bother with me now I have a failed marriage behind me?' so you came very close."

"You must have been praised for such a solid first novel with plenty of high-pitched emotional passages to keep reader interest?"

"I was indeed. The amazing thing to me, having a very creative mind, was I failed to keep going. I guess things were changing in my life at the time and that distracted me. Well good night darling and thanks for being the focal point that reunited Charlie and me. Had it been left to us we would have passed in the street like strangers."

* * *

Scott arrived next for lunch and kissed both women, casually and about the same length of time. 

A guy arrived in a pickup and Scott introduced him as Jerry. They were best friends and had met at high school and ended up doing most things together. Fi would learn later although Scott was in an academic stream Jerry struggled with school work. But he received after-school coaching and ended up flying through his post-school studies to become a motor mechanic.




Fi Pt. 02



Jerry thumbed Scott on the back. "Crikey dick, why are you going around with Marlene when you have this great looking babe on tap? Shunt Marlene across to me."

Fi turned scarlet but believed that had escaped notice because Scott was staring at Jerry who was grinning at Scott.

"Please join us for lunch Jerry."

"Thanks Fi but I really should..."

"Bacon and egg pie to be followed by brandied apricots with a little clotted cream."

"Oh Fi, yes please."

Jerry lifted a bicycle off the back of his ute [utility vehicle]. "This belongs to my sister Kate but she now rides everywhere in her boyfriend's ute. It's yours to use as long as you want it Fi. Scott asked me to drop it off."

"Oh thank you Jerry," Fi said kissing him, and he stepped away touching his cheek almost reverently it would appear. Fi knew she was going to really like Jerry.

Gwen was in a great mood and obviously she and Jerry were big into teasing. He asked had a flock of seagulls crapped into her hair to give it those streaks. Gwen said his hair looked as if it had been washed in used sheep dip and he had everyone laughing when he looked at Gwen in her new dress style and said, "Hey Gwenie, I didn't know you had legs and tops to your tits."

Rough, rude and good fun. Fi could see Gwen regarded Jerry as if he were her second son.

When Jerry was leaving Fi went on to the front porch with Scott and Jerry stood awkwardly at the front gate.

"He's hoping for another kiss," Scott whispered.

Fi skipped down and kissed him on the lips and said, "Any good pal of Scott's can be a pal of mine."

For a moment she thought Jerry was about to slap her ass in glee. Off he swaggered.

As they watched him drive off Scott said, "I wasn't sure you'd like him. He is short on good manners and is not overly smart."

"I think he'd do anything for you Scott and he probably knows you'll always stand by him."

"Too right. I'd have him any day over any two smooth-talking moneyed wankers from the eastern suburbs. What did you say to him at the gate after kissing him?"

"Any good pal of Scott's can be a pal of mine."

"Jesus. You have a way about you Fi."

Gwen came on to the porch. "Oh interrupting a bit of lovey-dovey talk am I? I came out to say go bike riding now and talk book-talk. I'll clear away."

"Oh thanks Gwen," Fi said, kissing her. "I'll change into shorts and grab a sweater."

Putting on the mandatory protective cycling helmet Fi said, "Oh I wish I'd learnt to ride a bike."

Scott already on his bike turned alarmed to look back at her as Fi passed him and called, "Gotcha."

They rested on a park on a hill, looking across to Sydney's awesome harbor. Birds flew between the clumps of trees and little kids played noisily at the swings and in the paddling pool.

After a long interchange about characterization and the moods and emotions of women, Fi rolled over and kissed Scott quite wetly. The late-summer sun was very warm and she felt her juices rising.

"Play with my titties," she cooed.

Scott gently pushed her off his chest and said, "I don't wish to feel my temperature rising and then being rejected."

"Oh I'm sorry. It must be difficult for you."

"Yeah, that you even have a thought about that surprises me. Tomorrow night we may well be fucking."

"Oh yeah?" Fi giggled.

"Marlene, Jerry and I often go out bowling on Wednesday which is tonight. I will be telling Marlene I wish to take up with my mother's housekeeper so it's all over between us. The plan is I leave and Marlene cries in Jerry's arms and somewhere before midnight Jerry shafts her and in relief Marlene realizes she has a new guy."

Fi sighed, "Guys fall down because of their over-confidence on how women will react."

"Don't you feel it's a good plan?"

"Well who knows Scott? If Jerry is horny on the night and Marlene feels emotionally abandoned she could see what Jerry's got and end up wondering why she hadn't selected him in the first place."

"Oh fair go Fi, that's rather tough on me."

"Well it is your decision Scott. Don't blame me for breaking up with her."

"Well I was put under great pressure."

"By whom?

"By you, my mother and Jerry."

"In that case do you concede I played only a impassive role, with two others involved and that none of us forced you to do it."

"Yes."

"Thank you and please remember that Scott."

Scott scratched the back of his head. "How the hell did I come to make that admission?"

Fi thought for a moment. "I'd say it's due to your lack of experience with full-on females. Oh, another thing. You can forget about fucking me stupid as soon as you are released from the clutches of your girlfriend."

"Oh Fi, fair go."

"You will have to earn what you want from me Scott. You don't want me acting like a whore do you?"

Scott knew he had to answer very carefully. If Fi acted like a whore with him for a couple of weeks, leaving him legless, he could feel ready to happily die. But who wants to die? Be careful son. "A little bit of lust could go a long way Fi and without castigating you as a whore, just a loving woman."

"Oooh Scottie, you a curling my toes."

For the first time Fi rolled her tongue around Scott's. He thought goodbye Marlene and couldn't say he was sorry to see her go. God wasn't he a callous bastard? But men knew they had to act that way to extend their experience in lifting themselves to new sexual heights.

His dick extended and his desire made him feel dizzy but he came with a thud back to earth. When he attempted to pull Fi's hand on to the outline of his dick Fi pulled away with surprising strength and said, "Scott, you know the rules."

Scott hoped there were only two rules: he was not to touch her while he had a regular lover; but he could grope and everything else once he'd dumped Marlene. If she attempted to insert any more rules he'd pull down her pants and smack her ass until she cried he was the boss and there'd be no more rules.

They cycled home and, reasonably fired up, he rewrote three of the original chapters, the restructuring allowing the relegation of Rocco into second tier and the progress of newcomer Ned whose one aim in life was fast becoming the desire to get his big mitts around Amber's sweet tits. On he wrote with, he felt, much improved alignment to the skill of a successful author and he could almost feel Ned's dick rising as Amber's hand brushed against it with Ned unable to figure out why had Amber's hand taken that precise route when she was reaching across Ned for another section of the newspaper. Scott couldn't explain it either so knew he'd have to write something into Amber's mind. Perhaps she was used to stroking the cat but no that lacked credibility. Perhaps she'd been wistfully thinking where Ned's dick should be and her hand had suddenly taken on a mind of it's own. Yeah!

Fi came in, presumable to check that he wasn't looking at porn films stored on his hard disk instead of creating his novel. A little whipped up because of writing passionate passages he smiled and called stop.

Trusting his command, Fi stopped just inside the doorway.

"Show me your pussy."

She hesitated as if re-running the command through her mind to ensure she'd not misheard and then to deal with the options, namely to tell him to get stuffed or to do it.

Calmly, acting as if it were a request she received every day, Fi reached under her sundress and pulled down her panties and stepped out of them, watching Scott's reaction that was intense but non-threatening. She then pulled up her dress until her pussy was in full view.

Scott thought it was a great looking pussy, with puffy lips showing through a very light patch of unclipped blonde hair.

"Beautiful," he said, earning a relaxed smile. "Please spread it for me"

That was very interesting. To achieve that Fi captured her drawn-up skirt under each elbow, widened her legs and then fingered open her slit. He'd not thought of the need to secure the skirt.

"Thanks Fi, well done. Now I now exactly how to describe it when I have Ned asking Amber to do that for him."

"Oh you hadn't wanted to see me for yourself?"

"I did Fi, believe me. It was a memorable few moments and you executed the request bravely and delicately. I'm proud of you."

She blushed. "We can do more of this modeling to extend your literary development and knowledge if you wish. You did notice I pulled down my panties before lifting my dress -- I think most women would do it that way?"

"Yes and I observed how your pinned your skirt with your elbows before spreading you pussy."

"Oooh. An excellent observer."

"Oooh and excellent pussy."

She made no effort to hide her blush and giggled. "You need a break. Come on to the sunny back verandah for coffee. I'll call your mother. I suggest you don't come until you get your boner under control."

She was gone before Scott could deny he had a boner...well not a major one.

Shortly after the coffee break a woman called and asked to speak to the housekeeper. She identified herself as Marlene Weaver.

Fi who'd picked up the phone, said, "Good afternoon Miss or Mrs Weaver."

"You know I'm Scott's fiancée."

"No, I had no idea he had a fiancée but I do know the young woman he kicks around with is called Marlene but I was never told what her surname was. How may I help you Marlene?

"Keep away from him you bitch." 

CHAPTER 4

Scott Mace had told Marlene that his mom had hired an American to be her housekeeper. Marlene was amazed that the woman was coming from Texas to take up the job, and even more so when she was told the housekeeper would be paid only 'the going rate' or perhaps a bit more if she proved to be outstanding.

Marlene asked was the woman a hotshot housekeeper, but Scott thought she had never worked as a housekeeper.

"Then why is she coming?"

"I have no idea."

At that Marlene had imagined a fat-ass Texan woman in a Stetson coming to live in Scott's family home, yelling and chewing gum and terrorizing Scott's mom and the dog, er cat. She thought nothing of it until a couple of days later her friend Amy asked, "Who was the sexy blonde I saw Scott with the other day on Circular Quay?"

Laughing, Marlene had said Amy must have been dreaming. Perhaps it was a female walking in the same direction and Scott being polite had mentioned the weather and they began talking.

"Yes perhaps. Well they weren't walking hand in hand and actually the gap between them prevented intimacy."

"There you go Amy, just a coincidence. Been to any good movies lately?"

But today Marlene had driven by the Mace house and had glimpsed Scott and a blonde who had an arm around Scott's waist waving goodbye to Jerry Black. So that was the housekeeper. God what a doll, Marlene had smiled and then she ranted, screaming, "Ohmigod, Scott is probably shafting her already. The bitch."

Several times that afternoon Marlene had tried to reach Scott but his phone was off air. She freaked out thinking Scott and the bitch were probably in bed passing away the afternoon with some active sport. She finally decided to call the house phone and the bitch with a light Texan accent answered.

So Marlene said her piece and after the brief exchange threw her phone across her office and it landed outside the door. Her boss picked it up and inspecting it for damage handed it to Marlene and said, "Oh dear, having a bad phone day?"

"Some woman from America is attempting to poach my boyfriend. I suspect they have been having it off."

"Oh dear," said Mr Smyth. "If that's the type of guy you have picked it's worth considering whether to ditch him."

"Damn right," Marlene gritted.

She decided to give Scott the boot after dinner on Friday night but to not give any sign of being upset when she went ahead with her Wednesday date tonight with Scott and Jerry. They usually had great fun and she liked the food at the Ten Pin restaurant.

Marlene kissed Scott. He kissed her a little milder than usual so when she kissed Jerry she gave him a body press and pushed her tongue into his mouth, but only briefly. Gawd, in an instant Jerry was stroking her vulva, over her skirt of course. She'd never thought of Jerry as having sex with her. Crikey, that might not be a bad idea. He was very fit. She wondered how big it was because she liked it big. But after that everything was back to normal except Scott appeared to be a little nervous. God did he know she knew? Well if he came out with it she'd drop him tonight... er after dinner.

After dinner while waiting for coffee Jerry went off to the John. Scott cleared his throat and said, "Don't get mad at me Marlene but..."

"I know, you're fucking Mrs Mace's housekeeper."

Well at least Scott had the decency to look surprised and had the decency to deny he'd been unfaithful.

"Scott I'm sorry but I can't cope with you being unfaithful to me. It's over between us but I'm keeping the presents you've given me."

Scott's reaction surprised Marlene. She flicked her dark hair out of her right eye and thought he ought to be looking devastated rather than surprised, with one eyebrow raised like that.

"I mean it Scott."

"We'll it's your decision."

She flared, "And what does that mean?"

"It's your decision."

Jerry arrived back just then and noticed them scowling at one another. "Is everything okay?"

"I need to go to the John," Scott said, walking away.

Marlene thought a show of tears might impress Jerry and lead him to stroke her hair while she related what had just happened. But he might not be moved. So she shifted in against him and kissed him and he grabbed a handful of breast and that encouraged her no end.

"Jerry," she said huskily. "I've just told Scott I'm dropping him because I suspect he'd fucking his mum's housekeeper."

Jerry reacted like a half-wit saying, "You've dumped Scott?"

"Yes it's all over Rover. Would you like to have sex with me tonight?"

"Would I what! Oh, do you mean with just me or will Scott be there as well?"

"Christ Jerry, I've just said I've dumped Scott. Let me feel what size you are."

Jerry felt her hand on his very new erection and waited anxiously for her verdict.

"Oh Christ Jerry, what a beauty."

When Scott returned with a new round of drinks Jerry said, "Marlene tells me she'd dumped you."

"Yeah, too bad eh? Look, why don't you two team up? We can still be best of mates."

Jerry the spokesperson said diplomatically, "Well it's a possibility. Scott can still be our friend can't he Marlene?"

"I suppose so."

Marlene pressed her thigh against Jerry and checked the bill. She didn't see her two companions exchange victory signs.

Scott was itching to pull his phone out and tell Fi the good news but thought perhaps it should wait until he was alone. Marlene might decide to thump him and Jerry, keen to get into Marlene's pants, might take her side. No it was a time to be discreet.

TO BE CONTINUED...



Fi Pt. 03



Well, what a change, Scott thought. The way was now clear for him to enter into a sexual er romantic relationship with Fi but he had the idea that she'd be applying a brake to slow him. Why would she want to do that? Well she'd indicated that she didn't wish to be considered a whore by being all over him too quickly and too lavishly.

Oh yummy, he thought, having seen the lush body many times, although clothed. Oh, he remembered there had been a glimpse of pussy... at his request and well beyond easy reach. Scott of course was expected more than sex from Fi. He expected from her a greater understanding about how women reacted to certain situations and how they thought and what they thought. All this could make him a better writer because he still was at a young age, lacking life's experiences and that gave older authors a big edge.

He looked at his bedside clock. It was 6:30, surely not too early to call?

"Hi, what are you doing?"

"Mopping the kitchen floor."

"That's not very romantic."

"Depends on how one thinks. Household jobs like this are what brought me from Texas to Australia."

"I haven't thought to ask before. "Are you liking it here?"

"Very much, particularly now I'm meeting people and you and I and cycling to see new areas of the city and soon we'll be traveling on a train with our bicycles to explore outer areas. I can't wait to see my first kangaroos in the wild. Have we plans for today?"

"That depends. Marlene and I are no longer a number and she may have slept with Jerry last night."

"Well she'd want to be comforted after being dumped."

"Marlene dumped me."

"Well she would twist it like that, wouldn't she? She's female."

"No she said she understood I was fucking my mother's housekeeper and she found that reprehensible so was finished with me."

Fi demanded, "How on earth could she come to that conclusion?"

"I have no idea."

"God, that makes me a whore and I haven't allowed you to touch me... well only a little."

"Does it really matter?"

"I suppose not and all this is possibly good material for your book or even a future one."

"I think so."

Fi sighed. "You'll be thinking when can we do it and where."

"Whatever gave you that idea? We can work together on scenes today. Tomorrow mom will be at the office. I can come over and chase you about the house, fucking you whenever I manage to catch you."

"Oh, who hasn't been thinking when we can do it and where?"

"Well Fi, I am an author and these thoughts just come to me."

She giggled and then became practical. "I do my cleaning on mornings and so you arrive for one o'clock lunch and I'll be in the mood for it, having been thinking about it all morning. It's been weeks since I had my last one. I want to be worked up, hungry for it, to avoid disappointing you."

"Well that's more like sex by appointment rather than a spontaneous collusion of two bodies in rising passion but so what? I understand first fucks are never the best although can be very exciting emotionally. I'll go to the gym and come for lunch at noon today because I haven't talked to mom about Saturday night."

"Oh neither have I, and it probably will be her first real date in years. We'll have some wine and get her talking about her thoughts on dating. She may have thoughts that interest you."

"I still can't get used to the thought of Charlie shafting her."

Fi laughed and said, "Can't you imagine Charlie and your mom having similar thoughts about you shafting me?"

"No, not really. Oh I see what you mean. You ought to be writing novels."

"I leave that to romantics, travel writers, celebrities, explorers and little old ladies who have a thousand things to say about cats. I have yet to experience romance."

Scott knew Fi wasn't saying she was a virgin but it was unlikely he'd be the one to lead her into personal romance. It just wasn't him. And yet he was attempting to write an action adventure romance novel. That was really scary thinking. Thank goodness Fi was holding his hand as he worked on attempting to bring life and coherence into the 'flat' first draft that his mother knew would bomb out but hadn't the heart to be that judgmental, at least to him. Yes he needed Fi's guidance and she wanted romance. It was up to him to make a real effort on both accounts. Perhaps if he paid attention and remembered another person was involved he could shine and be her boyfriend with a touch of romanticism.

Crap, what was happening to him? Scott scowled. He was beginning to think like a girl.

* * *

Scott had discussed High Noon at 1:00 on Friday with his mother and Gwen was delighted and said at last he had a female of the right caliber to be a fine girlfriend. He thought only if Fi was better at sex than Marlene and then smacked his hand for thinking like an oaf. 

"I'm calling mum to ask if I should wear a tie."

"Fi has never seen you in a tie. Do you have one?"

"Only a black one for funerals and weddings."

"No then I suggest you go without a tie and wear a quick-release belt."

They laughed, his mom cackling like a hen.

Scott said, "Um the other thing, what gift should I bear?"

"God you greasy slimeball. Well a bottle of wine and flowers. Charge them to my account."

"And chocolates?"

"A young woman with a lithe body like Fi's ought to never go near chocolate."

"Um is that a yes or a no?"

"Oh that's a yes," and only then did Gwen acknowledge she'd been sucked in by her son's juvenile sense of humor. They laughed and she said she was glad she could still laugh and joke with her adult son. 

"I really like you mom."

The bearer of gifts arrived precisely at 1:00, straightened his shirt in his pants after the short bike ride and was combing his hair using one of the glass panels in the front door when he looked through and saw Fi, hand over her mouth, giggling at him.

Scott sniffed and thought fucking women; nothing amuses them more than being in the position to put down a guy.

She opened the door, ruffled his hair and kissed him and licked his cheek, saying, "I prefer your normal rough teddy bear look."

Fi took his arm and walked him inside. She closed the front door, glanced at him very seriously and then sighed and stepped into him, pushing her groin into his [well above his because she was taller and in high heels] and he could feel her tits spreading across his chest. His dick vaulted out of hiatus as if been hit by an electrical jab.

"Oooh, what can I feel?"

Scott didn't know what to say. Thinking furiously he pushed his middle right finger into Fi's mouth. She opened to take it the full length and sucked and caressed it with her tongue, watching her imminent seducer watching her lips with a fascinated look. After that she was able to give Scott a very wet kiss and when they came out of that she said a little breathlessly, "I was about to suggest lunch first but now I only wish to eat one thing."

Scott picked up 6ft 2in of adorable mate and staggered into the family room with her, putting Fi down in front of the sofa. He sat, spread his knees and she dropped to her knees and unzipped him. She dug out an impressive part of Scott and licked the length and into his hairy balls.

"You taste nice."

"I've just had a long shower and after drying used after-shave on it, he said proudly.

"Oooh," Fi said, opening wide and closing around the fiery looking cockhead.

Wiping semen from her mouth Fi smiled and asked, "Do we do more or eat first?"

Scott who was perpetually hungry had to think for a split section but said manfully, "Let's rut."

"Rut? Please Scottie, take it easy for a few days. Allow me to get used to you and to gradually erase this fear of mine that we'll both regard me as a whore. You appear to be a lusty lad."

Scott's dick swelled, accepting it was primarily responsible for earning that tag. It oozed a bit at the tip to show the recipient it was ready.

Fi caught the glisten and immediately removed her panties and sweeping back her hair asked, "May I sit on you?"

"What about foreplay?"

"I attended to that while sucking you."

"Great, go right ahead. Face me so I can watch your tits bounce."

Fi impaled herself and paused to remove her top and bra.

"Do they have names?" Scott asked, seeing both for the first time.

She giggled and asked, "Are you ready?"

"More than ready," he grinned, taking one of her ass cheeks in either hand to assist with the lift. "You are cleared for take-off."

Scott hadn't removed his trousers but wished he had, because when Fi came she came with quite a gush. Like a good girl she kept her rhythm going until he came. Now there was quite a swamp around the opening of his pants.

"Oh what a mess," Fi giggled, lifting off and looking down. "I'll fetch towels and place you pants in the dryer after sponging them."

"You mean walk around in the nude?"

"No just remove your trousers and underpants. I'll put just my shirt on so my tits don't distract your eating; I've prepared a lovely lunch."

Just before 3:00 Scott lifted Fi on to the table and licked her slowly and softly. She loved it and finally really creamed. He was ready for that and was straight in and they yelled and panted into a stirring doggy.

"God Scott, you will be very good for me."

Scott accepted she was branding him to be her man.

He left in time to avoid his mom coming in and finding them together, not wishing to catch her expressions or teasing comments. But when departing he made sure he kissed those beautiful lips that had worked so well with his dick and nipples and to indicated her appreciated her and that he cared, that is if she could work that all.

In euphoric mood Scott cycled home taking care to watch for traffic including little old ladies jaywalking. Already he was prepared to say Fi was his best fuck ever. 

* * *

Gwen knew Scott would be gone before she arrived home but she didn't want to walk in before Fi had time to clean up and air the rooms and have a bath and be out of it before she walked in with two wines and saw the marks of her son on the young woman's snow white body. So she's called Charlie and arranged to meet him at the bar where they'd met previously.

Although the bar was crowded, being Friday, end of the working week for most, Nell the barmaid whom Gwen would later learn owned the bar, gave her a big wave and pointed to where Charlie was.

Gwen was determined to kiss Charlie if he didn't make the effort but she had worried unnecessarily. Charlie left the two guys he was with and kissed her beautifully. Oh yeah, of course he was a ladies' man.

Once they were settled Charlie raised his brown eyes to fix on Gwen's blue ones.

"Um Gwen, I need to tell you there have been other women."

"What's the news about that Charlie?"

He showed relief and appeared staggered when Gwen said she'd been good to a guy but had dropped him permanently last week.

"What to make way for me?"

Gwen choked into her light beer and said she hadn't said that.

"Cripes, I'm really flattered. I'm looking really forward to tomorrow night."

"Me too."

"Um."

"What Charlie?"

"Um."

"I won't be playing hard to get if that's the answer to your unasked question. We can go back to my home if you wish. My bedroom is well apart from Fi's."

"Bedroom?" Charlie asked hoarsely.

"Charlie if you're not interested in having sex with me then don't be embarrassed to say so."

Conversations around them stopped. A woman said, "Tell her what she needs to know Charlie."

Charlie shuffled and said, "That's fine Gwen. We are in for an interesting night. I know you said you wouldn't be playing hard to get but the truth is I had difficulty accepting that."

"Oh Charlie, how very gallant of you."

An hour later Gwen went home alone. She was now nervous about making the wrong choice of opening remark to Fi. But she'd worried needlessly.

As she entered the house Fi swept Gwen into her arms, with Gwen still holding on to her laptop, and whirled Gwen in a few dance steps into the kitchen. "Oh Gwen, he's lovely, so caring and I'm ever so happy. I've pulled out a bottle of champagne. I hope you don't mind."

"No, of course not. Oh I'm so happy for you. Just give me a few minutes to get out of this business suit, have a quick shower and get into something more comfortable."

Finishing dinner, now on red wine, Gwen said, "If you wish Scott can move back here into his old bedroom or share with you?"

"Thanks, that's tempting, but I want him focused on his work and not me. Most of his writing is done at nights although he does some in afternoons when he's here with me. I propose to ration him to sex on Fridays when you are away."

"And weekends."

"What?"

"You are out and about at weekends and Charlie and I will probably date at the weekends because his minority partner, an older man who lives alone, manages the security business at weekends."

"Oooh, so this is not just a one-off date tomorrow night?"

"No and I intend bringing him home after dinner."

"Oooh, I'll be in my bedroom with a pillow over my ears."

They laughed, the easy laughs of very good friends with liquor under their belts.

Gwen said, "I think about you being very good for Scott because he really is attacking his work as if he's thinking he's becoming a better writer because you have changed the way he things about character and plot. But I must say you have awakened me, kick-starting me from drifting along. You really are so precious to us and so talented."

"Oh Gwen, you sweet thing. Has it occurred to you this synergy you are attributing to me is two-way? You and Scott have armed me with a sense of self-worth and I'm looking around as if I have new vision. I still can't see where I'm heading but I now have the feeling that doesn't matter any more because I'm now confident I'm not the chick wasting her life as my parents thought I was doing. On the other hand their view that a new environment might work by forcing change appears to be working."

Gwen patted Fi's arm and said that was wonderful.

Fi continued. "I'll tell you something that the Einstein in our family once said to me. My eldest sister Stacy said something that I've thought about recently. She said, 'Give it time Fifi, it will happen'."

Gwen sighed and stretched, ready for bed. "Those were only a few simple comforting words Fi but they were pregnant with meaning."

"Yes, and I realize that now."

In her bedroom Fi wrote her weekly email to her parents, copied to her two sisters.

Midway through she wrote: Stace do you remember saying to me, Mandy you were there too, it was when mom and dad were in India. You said 'Give it time Fifi, it will happen.' Well Stace, I'm fitting in well here, people are so lovely to me in the main and I really am beginning to accept it is happening. Don't ask me what's happening but it's something inside me. Perhaps it's maturity beginning to grab me. Whatever, I'm very happy about it. Mom and dad, you thought a change in environment might be the answer, getting me away from old friends and old ways. Well I think that part of change is happening too. Why don't you guys come out and taste my environment. I really mean that, all of you come."

Fi thought they all would like the thought of that invitation but none of them would come. But she was wrong about that.

Fi sent off the email and moved Pluto off the center of her bed to the side. Yes Pluto now regarded herself as Fi's cat, er if Pluto thought of herself as a cat.

* * *

Three miles away Scott yawned, ready for bed after having reconstructed four chapters since arriving home after his memorable afternoon with the fabulous Fi. Yes fabulous. Like everyone else she had imperfections but she had drive and light seemed to shine from her and she was taken him along with her. 

He'd reworked the first twelfth chapters, upgrading his writing, the plot and reconfiguring characters. For the first time he liked all his characters, rather than just the heroine, and who had told him that would happen? Yes, Fi and she wasn't even a writer or a lecturer of creative writing. Fi had an enormous sense of what appeared to work in a novel and he was learning that from her. It was time to edit those reworked chapters and give them to his mom to assess.

Scott was surprised he now liked even Rocco as a character and he knew why. Although still far from being refined the storyline around Rocco was more sympathetic than previously. Rocco was now identified as the product of a broken family [Fi's suggestion] and love had been lacking in his life and now he'd met a woman who'd had sex with him, and appeared to rather like the way he'd applied himself in bed but she remained rather aloof. Rocco had accepted the challenge to prove himself worthy of her without changing his rather shallow and aggressive character too much because he was comfortable with that. No the way to go was to show Francesca that Rocco could act responsibly and the way to do that would be to developed Rocco's leadership qualities in the group that had been contracted to establish a mining town for the developers of Spindly Ridge. In eighteen months the developers would be recruiting up to 400 people in the first phase of open cast mining once the infrastructure, including housing and recreational facilities, was completed.

Originally he'd written it was an iron ore but Fi had suggested he was missing the plot with iron ore and asked, what was sexy about iron ore. He hadn't thought about that but saw sense in what she was saying so it was now a gold mining operation and in the draft, Rocco had already taken Francesca to see samples of ore that contained flecks of gold and she'd been excited beyond belief.

The character of Ned, the hero and township development team leader had not been unfolding to the same extent of Rocco but on Monday he'd write about Ned and Amber watching an adult TV and when that finished and Amber returned from the bathroom Ned would say to Amber, "Show me your pussy." Oh yeah, it would be the start of Ned's subtle dominance over the feisty Amber. They'd already been described as twice having sex but both occasions had it lacked real passion. That was about to change.

* * *

In Texas Fi's family received the email that they read with interest.

Fi's mom said, "Well it's encouraging that sending Fiona away with her pockets full of money to find herself appears to be paying off."

"Roy looked over his glasses and said to Alice, "Do leopards really change their spots?"

"No."

They sighed, casting the printout of the email aside, Roy reading his newspaper and Alice returning to her church report in which the Rev Kincaid was writing about rampant promiscuity.

But a couple of hundred miles away Stacy called Amanda. 

"Have you read the kid's email?"

"Yeah, ten minutes ago. It appears encouraging."

"Yeah, let's fly in to be with mom and dad on Sunday and discuss it."

"Right, that will let me out of the prize-giving function for my darling's gun club Saturday," said Amanda. "I'll take the mid-afternoon flight."

"Me too. I'll see you at home. I'm traveling alone."

"Of course, it's the weekend, time for spouses or their parents to rally around for family support, Stacy laughed.

Stacy returned from the family conference feeling Fi her kid sister required family confirmation that she was doing okay. She said to her husband, "I felt we should go to support Fi but none of the others showed interest, giving reasons why they couldn't go."

"Then you go. I'll get mom to shift in as baby minder."

"Oh Alan, who noble of you," Stacy cried, and that night in bed Alan found he'd unleashed a tigress.

Stacy called Amanda next morning but she said they were saving to extend the pool. "But you go. You speak for both of us. God I wish I were going with you, we could have a ball. But socially my mom's natural conservatism about money tells me what I must do."




Fi Pt. 03



* * *

Stacy looked around the airport terminal uncertainly and then heard a scream and a blonde who looked like a film star hurled herself at her. If it hadn't been for the baggage trolley Stacy would have been knocked to the floor.

"God, ease up Fiona. Oops, sorry, I meant Fi. God look at you. You're gorgeous. And look at your breasts to die for."

"They have firmed with all the fucking I'm getting. Younger Australian women judge a women by her tits more than guys do."

"Oh darling, please. Call them breasts."

"Do that and half the people you're speaking to won't have a clue what you're talking about. You're looking great."

"Thanks, I'm a few weeks into my second pregnancy."

"Gawd, another one up the spout."

"Pardon me?"

"It doesn't translate without embarrassment. I'm so happy for you. Stace, may I introduce my lover and his mother. Out here mothers are called mum, not mom. Stacey this is my employer, a commissioning editor and one of the greatest women you're ever likely to meet, Gwen Mace."

"Oh it is my privilege to meet you Mrs Mace."

"Cut the crap and call me Gwen Stacy. Welcome to Australia. We've really have looked forward to your arrival."

"Me?"

"Yes, according to Fi you are the queen of your family."

Stacy blushed and thought she really liked Gwen.

"And this is Gwen's son the would-be-author, on the cusp of making his break through. Scott I'd like you to greet and kiss my sister -- my married sister -- Stacy."

"Pleased to meet you Stacy," the dark-haired, muscular and great looking guy said, kissing Stacy full on the lips. She almost pack-pedaled.

"You are a great-bodied chick after having pushed out a young 'un."

"What?"

"You'll get used to it Stace, Aussie men are upfront and unabashed until the female challenges them."

"What?"

Gwen took Stacy's arm and said it was only a matter of acclimatization. "Men are so basic is takes only a couple of hours before a woman can read them 90%. The hard part is the 10% that is animalistic cunning."

"What?"

Stacy was shepherded away before she cracked, endangering other people.

But on the ride home in Gwen's SUV Stacy made up some lost ground when Gwen asked she must be exhausted after her hours in the air."

"Well I'm feeling light-headed but rested. Alan insisted I fly business class because we are not extending our pool."

Even Fi had to struggle with that one.

* * *

After a five-hour sleep Stacy claimed she was ready for anything. So they all walked to the bar.

Stacy with her accent much broader than Fi's had ever been and her big tits attracted a small group around her. Scott made the introductions and when he introduced the married pharmacist Gerald Noble both Fi and Gwen noticed how the handshake continued over normal time and the eyes of the Australian and the American locked.

"Ohmigod, my sister is going to commit adultery on Australian soil," Fi whispered, reading the signs.

Gwen agreed but said, "It's likely to be on a hotel bed rather than out on the dirt."

They laughed and everyone wanted to be told the joke.

The next day Gwen took the other two women to the Hunter Valley and they stayed the night in a rented cabin. The sisters were out on the front porch quietly drinking when Gwen crept back and whispered for them to follow her. Then went quietly on to the back porch and sat and watched about thirty kangaroos slowly forage and scratch their way across the clearing until disappearing into the trees like ghosts.

"Ohmigod," said Fi.

He sister said "Ohmigod. That will be one of my moments to remember Australia for. They are so unique."

"The restaurant probably will have Roo steaks on the menu tonight."

The two Americans looked close to puking.

Gwen laughed, "Oh come on guys, you eat venison."

Fi nodded but Stacy said stoutly, "I never do. I always think of Bambi when I seen the word venison on a menu."

Stacy had two days away doing her own thing and at the end of her 10-day visit she announced there was no need for them to see her off at the airport. "Gerald is taking me out to Mascot."

In almost disbelief Fi and Gwen waved Stacy off, being driven to the airport by pharmacist Gerald Noble.

"The deceitful woman. She'd said she was spending those two days going to Melbourne."

Fi sight, "Perhaps she did Gwen but was accompanied by Gerald."

"God what a holiday she's had," Gwen laughed.

After Stacy entered the secured area and was waiting to be called to board she called Fi. They had quite a long chat with Stacy beginning it saying, "Darling I've been a naughty girl."

"It's fine. I've put two and two together."

"Alan occasionally has it off with his PA according to my informant."

"It's your life and not my business what you chose to do Stacy. You're a big girl."

"God you've grown up and become more mellow. I still love Alan dearly."

"If you say you do I accept that."

Stacy talked about her exciting vacation and how impressed she was with Gwen and what a fine young man Scott was.

"You were so lucky to stumble on to him."

"Yes darling, I feel that way too. You did say to me give it time, it would happen for me. Well it is all happening for me Stace. I feel so incredibly happy."

"And I can see that is so true darling. Keep up with your anti-contraceptive pills. You are blooming and your reproductive parts will be rarin' to go. Darling if I can persuade Alan do you mind if I call the baby, if it's a girl, Fifi?"

A huge sense of adoration for her older sister swept through Fi."Not at all. But please consider Ella and Kylie, popular Australian names and if it's a boy Jack and Riley but not forgetting Ned, an abbreviation of Edward."

"Oh darling how kind and how intuitive to my way of thinking. I take it you was not mad at me."

"No Stacy. You belong in my heart."

"Ohmigod Fi you are making me weep."

There was a pause and Stacy said, "I'll have nothing but good to report on you and your Australian family of close friends and that giant Pluto and Gwen's beautiful house with those beautiful polished floors and the way the house opens up to allow the air flow through during hot days. Oh and not forgetting her growing romance and your wonderful young man. There will be so much to tell. I'm on final call. Goodbye darling. Keep those emails coming."

"Goodbye dear Stace. I love you."

Fi put down her phone weeping and feeling very homesick but she knew that longing would soon pass. She biked over to Scott's neighborhood, having arranged to meet him at a café because his landlord, a widow, had stipulated no female callers.

She told Scott about her sister and the pharmacist having it off.

"Ohmigod, they scarcely had time to meet."

"It began as soon as they first made eye-contact; your mother and I were there and saw it happening. They flew to Melbourne together and stayed overnight and she preferred to go to the airport with him rather than with me."

"What a bitch."

"You may think that but I know she was just seizing opportunity. She phoned me from the airport and we took almost fifteen minutes to say goodbye."

"Well that's something. Can I use that background for an affair in my novel?"

"Sure, just don't call the woman Stacy."

Fi thought for a moment. "Would you like to stay in Melbourne for a couple of nights with me? We could book to go to a show."

"Yes, but I don't have much money."

"You know I know that. I meant as my guest. We can pretend we are having a naughty weekend away and you could use that in your book."

"Yes, and I'll pay you back one day."

"Okay, just make sure its diamonds."

Fi noted Scott's laugh sounded hollow. That was because he was thinking.

The next Friday Scott and Fi went early by train in Homebush Bay and covered around fifty miles on their bikes, mainly on cycle tracks and Fi enjoyed the lovely scenic views over water. In the days before that they'd worked on Scott's first 12 chapters and had given the printouts to Gwen. She flicked through and without too much expression simply said, "This is much improved. Now Scott write me a proper proposal." He followed the format and Gwen didn't look at it but said she'd give it Cynthia with a request the submission be assessed.

On the following Wednesday Scott was called by one of Cynthia's commissioning editors and he accepted the offer. Within two hours he received his contract, signing it and keeping his copy and handing back the original to the courier who handed him a second envelope. Scott biked furiously over to his family home. Gwen was brushing Pluto, which was quite a struggle, and Fi was mopping floors.

"Hey you dames, where are you?" he yelled.

"I can't come, I'm brushing Pluto," Gwen called.

Fi and Scott kissed briefly and he dragged her out on to the back porch to where Gwen and Pluto were battling.

"I have signed a contract to submit my finished manuscript in sixty days from today," he crowed. "I have been given an advance so tonight we go out to dinner."

"You need the money; we should eat at home," said his mother pragmatically. "A good feed for three and good wine will practically cut out your cheque."

"Well it will be some feed," he burbled. "The cheque is for $4000."

"Let me see," Gwen said. She peered at the checque and gasped, "Holy fuck... that's a big advance for a novice."

Fi and Scott danced on the veranda, giving Pluto the chance to slip away.

"Oh you damn kids, look what you've done. Pluto has taken off and will roll in the grass."

"Pluto," Fi called but was ignored. So she called sternly, "Pluto!" and the cat appeared and rubbed against her legs, only to be dropped into Gwen 's arms. Pluto eyed Fi malevolently.

They had a great dinner at a fish restaurant and Gwen forced Scott to choose less expensive wine than his first choice. "Just because you're in the money that gives you a license to spend it recklessly," she said with the authority of a mother.

They took a cab home and upon entering the house Scott asked, "Is it okay if I stay with Fi tonight mom?"

"Have you checked that out with her."

Scott whispered and Fi whispered back.

"It's okay with Fi."

"Very well but I want you gone before breakfast because you must press ahead with your manuscript."

"Yeah."

Fi yawned as said, "Well now you are well underway that's me off the hook but I'll be available to consult on request."

"No Fi, you must keep pushing him to assist in his development. Scott said he planned to finish on the 25th chapter. The next six chapters will be the most difficult because the writer's slump usually comes at the middle of the book. Scott you must maintain your rhythm and then pick up the pace on the final seven chapters, rising to the climax."

"Okay mom," Scott said, already groping at Fi and Gwen could see Fi was pushing back on to him."

"Oh go to bed you horny kids."

* * *

"This is the first time we've done it in bed," Scott said as Fi emerged from the bathroom of the guests' suite.

"Oh I am horny. Give it to me darling... er I mean Scott."

Scott gave Fi a funny look, having written almost those exact words that morning just before the courier called. There was no way she could have read that. Christ, she really was making him think like a female. He'd die if the guys thought he was turning gay. He lowered his voice to make very sure it was out of range of falsetto. "I really like you wanting it."

"Thanks and that makes me happy. But why are you speaking in that funny low voice?"

"Um, a frog in my throat... er thinking about your juicy cunt."

"Oh Scott," Fi said huskily. "That talk makes me excited. Hurry back from the bathroom."

Fi was on her back, knees up so Scott took that to mean either cunnilingus or missionary. He climbed between her legs and as his head lowered Fi said rather breathlessly, "Oh Scott, I appreciate you wish to work me up but I'm already there. I've been wanting this all evening, or since you announced the amazing news I suppose."

"Well I wouldn't be at this stage without your support. You've been wonderful to me. Please give this a couple of sucks and I'll push it in." Scott bent back and that allowed Fi to suck him while staring at his eyes. She spat him out and said, "Gawd you are big tonight."

He grinned. "Guide it in for me baby. Fucking requires the involvement of you as well as me." "Gladly sir. Let me know if I'm steering it into the correct hole."

Scott shuddered, knowing he was close to firing and it was still inches away from target. He imagined hitting a fallen branch on the mountain trail and going over the handlebars of his bike, the impact pushing his helmet out through his ass.

Fi was looking down at what she was doing and it slithered in like a snake. Almost as important for Scott the near crisis of early ejaculation had ended. He breathed easily and grabbing a tit began a slow pumping action. Plenty of time to work his darling into climax and the good girl already had towels place under her butt. Yes she was his darling.

"Do you know what one of the best things about you is?"

"With you being male the declaration is unlikely to be my brain."

"I was thinking it's doing this with you. You are my fuck queen."

"Well buster you better not let my catch you with princesses in the wings or you'll find the thick end of a baseball bat up your ass."

Scott groaned and had to desperately think again about flipping over the handlebars of his bike.

They finished noisily, puffing heavily and rubbed the semen into Fi's belly and tits. Scott grabbed the second towel and wiped away her sweat. It was a hot evening and she'd sweated almost as much as he had. Scott then noticed she was crying and kissed at the tears.

"Okay."

"Oh I'm so happy," Fi said. "That was a really beautiful fuck; I feel for me it came close to making love."

"Is making love an acceptable term these days?"

"Oooh yes. When it happens you'll know there are subtle differences between the various shades of having sex. You probably only think about passionate sex."

"I thought tonight was a lot softer than passionate sex and that we were closer than we've ever been."

"Oh Scott, welcome to the higher plane of sexual connection where emotions play a major part. Just you wait until the time you feel my body is strumming your senses."

Huh? Scott thought there was need to explore this dimension of sex further. Like talking with Fi while resting during a long bike journey with no other people around and a little too exhausted after the hill climb to be thinking of having sex right then.

Scott thought there might be a flaw in that thinking. Did he ever become too exhausted on a bike ride to have sex?

He went to the kitchen to fetch a couple of glasses of juice and grinned, hearing the bedroom TV in his mom's room was up loud. His mom obviously thought loud TV was preferable to hearing a couple having sex.

Fi kissed her lover lover sleeplily and when sipping juice said, "Bad news I'm afraid. No Melbourne visit until you have handed in your manuscript. Your mum would biff me if I were responsible for putting you behind schedule."

"Yeah, that's okay. I was thinking about suggesting that myself. It's not only going to Melbourne but thinking about it on the lead up that could take my mind away from my work."

TO BE CONTINUED...



Fi Pt. 04



Lunching with Gwen on the lawn under the shade of a spreading apple tree, Fi asked, "How's your romance going?"

Gwen blushed. "I'm getting it if that's what you meant?"

"I'm pleased for you but I really meant the crucial things such as confidence, trust and the other elements of compatibility."

"We are nothing more than lovers, although he does seem rather keen and that surprises me because a couple of women who greeted him with great familiarity when I was with him appear at least ten years younger than me."

"But an ageing horse eventually learns not to run with younger horses."

"What? Oh I see, to avoid lagging behind. Well if you must know he's asked me to meet his two children. We are going across to Mosman on Sunday to lunch at the home of his daughter and husband and the son and his wife will also be there."

"Ohmigod."

"What?"

"He's becoming serious."

"Bullshit. I asked how many kids he had and he said two. I asked were they married and he said yes and asked would I like to meet them. That's all. You can't read anything into that."

Fi thought Gwen was naïve thinking that but Gwen was pretty savvy; perhaps she was kidding herself to avoid having her hopes dashed. "Well I hope it goes well for you. Now this is only just a suggestion. You might like to wear a slightly longer dress and one less revealing at the top. I understand a guy's children can become conservative when faced by their father's new woman. They could suggest he dump you if you are showing too much leg."

Gwen said sarcastically, "Thanks for that wonderful advice after you made me wear shorter dresses and skirts and show come cleavage. I'm not returning to be conservative because the older females at work told me I look younger dressed like this and losing weight I'm feeling happier about my body."

"Well good for you. Actually it will be a good test for you. If the kids take no notice of you, I mean don't scrutinize you, you'll know they know you are just Charlie's pal. But if they watch your every move you'll know they are summing up their possible stepmother."

"Stop, you can't say that. God I'm now nervous. I'll not go with him on Sunday."

"Oh the normally feisty Gwendolyn Mace has decided to run has she? I was only telling you what you might see if you look hard enough. In my opinion you should go and be your natural self, though perhaps drop your swearing, and don't give a damn what they think. Charlie will notice you being in control and that will appeal to him because he'll be nervous taking you to face the family."

"Oh crap, exactly what do you what me to do? First you are saying I'll be on trial and then you're saying to ignore any surveillance. Which one is it?"

"The easy one: just be your normal self but moderate your language."

"Well now you're talking sense."

"Have you thought of asking Charlie why is he taking you to meet the family?"

Gwen paled. "No and it's not something I would ask anyway. He's going to the trouble of buying a new suit. Ohmigod... he's out to get family approval before he proposes we live together or that other thing."

"That other thing?"

"Marriage you twit."

Late that afternoon when Gwen had gone to the bar to meet Charlie, Scott was crashing into Fi doggy style, a huge grin on his face, when quite unexpectedly she said, panting, "Have you thought of the possibility of marriage?"

"Oh shit," Scott groaned, firing a full blast into Fi.

They uncoupled and she wiped him and said sweetly, "That was quick."

"Just a small rest eh and I'll get you away."

"Just finger me away while we talk. You haven't answered my question about your mother."

"What question?"

"I wanted to know your thoughts about the possibility of Gwen marrying Charlie."

Scott paused to adjust his thinking. Why didn't Fi finish her sentences? He'd thought she'd wanted to know his thoughts about marrying her. His fingers dug deep, massaging the highly sensitive area she preferred him to leave alone. She gurgled and came into his palm.

"That was lovely," she said, toweling them both. "Answer my question."

"Why on earth would Charlie wish to marry mom? He has a string of babes."

"What whores?"

"I don't think I'd go that far. Most are married and probably are not getting enough at home."

"Women don't react like that. They are too responsible."

Scott hid his grin and whispered "Oh yeah?"

"What was that?"

"I said be fair. You are aware adultery exists."

"Yes but..."

"Fi these are girls that go to drinks after a sports event or hang around pubs hoping to be entertained with a few laughs and perhaps get a bit. It allows them to exercise their sexuality. Perhaps their husband is drinking too much and has difficulty keeping it up."

"You are making excuses for them. Can't you say the word whore?"

"Of course I can Fi but fair go. Would you call my mum a whore?"

"Scott Mace, how dare you attached the label to your mom."

"I wasn't labeling mum, I was inviting you to if you felt she could be a whore. Last year for example she had a different guy in her bedroom in the one week on Monday, Thursday and Friday nights. You might think that was being a whore but I think she was going through a mood swing and went out to enjoy herself and simply got lucky."

"Ohmigod, I don't think I have my mind sorted about promiscuity. No, I definitely don't think your wonderful mom is a whore."

"Thank Christ for that. If you had called her that I would have felt obliged to smack you one."

Fi burst into tears in shock and that confused Scott so he hugged her and asked how could he made her feel better."

"Hug me and then fuck me with you keeping longer in the job this time," she sniffed.

Scott thought that was an excellent idea. He wondered when she'd said that had she thought she was talking like a whore.

He cheered her up even more saying, "I want Charlie to marry my mom. Now this is absolutely confidential, okay?"

"Yes," Fi sniffed.

"Charlie has asked me did it think there was any chance of mum saying yes if he proposed."

"Ohmigod, Ohmigod. And what did you say?"

"Charlie asked me not to repeat my reply to anyone," Scott teased.

Fi screamed, "Scott!"

"I said of course she'd say yes, that for a year or so she's been saying she'd like to be married again."

"Oh Scottie, you darling boy."

They then had slow, sweet sex, missionary, with Fi holding the sides of Scott's face, kissing him and telling him what a sweet guy he was and she climaxed without any fuss, a beautiful smile on her face and, unbelievably, she invited him to shoot over her face and hair. That was a first for Scott. He'd done if before occasionally before Fi entered his life when having sex, but without invitation.

* * *

"Well do you like them?" Charlie asked, after Sunday's visit and he and Gwen headed home.

"Yes, they are lovely people, all of them. I do hope your children like me. I'd hate to think they thought I was not suitable to be hanging around you."

"You hanging around me? God Gwen, get it right. I couldn't believe you found me to be okay, you know, just with a small business and no great wealth. My wife got half of everything when we divorced. You know it's almost like having to start all over again."

"Yes, I can understand and you've done very well," Gwen said, placing her hand round Charlie's neck and playing with his far ear. He liked that and inclined his head closer to her but paying attention to his driving.

"I love you Gwen."

"Do you Charlie; I bet you say that to all the women you have?"

"They are all history Gwen. My whole focus is on you. You must know that."

"Well I must say I have been receiving quite a bit of attention from you and I appreciate that very much. Would you like to shift in and live with me?"

Charlie scrubbed his chin nervously. "What about Fi?"

"What about Fi? She's a lovely girl and I do regard her as part of family but she's here for her own purpose and will move on eventually. I want you for sex and companionship."

Charlie chuckled and said he was glad she'd added companionship, that his sexual desire appeared to be slowing down."

"Move it with me and all I ask is you try to remain faithful to me while living with me."

He turned and smiled softly. That's not a hard answer Gwen. Since you want it as much as I do and I love the way you really involve, no holding back."

"Since being with you Charlie fucking has become my number one recreational activity."

"If I move in will you continue working?"

"Yes Charlie, it's my deep vocational interest. I know you don't rate your little home greatly but could I stay there tonight? I'd like some real sex and being on top of your business premises there will be no one near to hear me scream."

"Cor Gwen, do you aim to get noisy tonight?"

"Yep, I feel very sexy."

Gwen called Fi and said everything had gone well and she wouldn't be home that night. "Invite Scott over. I'll be with Charlie."

Access to Charlie's place was up a poorly lit internal stairway at the rear of the security center that also sold household alarms and fitted vehicle alarm and immobilizing systems. The biggest market for vehicle alarms was from owners of older vehicles but Charlie and his team also attracted owners of new vehicles from afar who required more personalized or more sophisticated systems.

Although the stairwell was smelly Charlie's small apartment beyond the storage room was okay and reasonably tidy because the cleaner who came in twice a week was a fussy woman.

"Coffee?"

"No a fuck."

Charlie grinned wolfishly.

Despite claiming his interest seemed to be waning, Charlie had no problem getting an erection and keeping it up until it was time to quit.

Sweating and resting after their usual routine Gwen said, "What about the other option?"

Charlie said carefully, "Um you mean butt?"

"Yes."

"I thought you looked small there and weren't interested. You jump when my finger goes near."

"Well I'm a long time out of practice. I used to call anal the Saturday night special."

He grinned, squeezing Gwen's nearest tit. "Tonight's Sunday."

"Oh I see. Not interested eh?"

He grunted and pushed a finger up her after wetting it. Gwen lifted her butt higher to give him easier access.

"No lube sorry but I'll put it on my shopping list next Saturday morning," he grinned. "But I'll go gently easing you open with my finger, spit and your juice."

"Say cunt juice if you wish Charlie. I was a wild girl when young and a bit of that remains."

* * *

When Fi called Scott to invited him over for the night he'd been watching a TV action movie. It was dated and poorly acted so was delighted Fi was offering a great alternative but he quickly lost his fat smile. 

"Bring your laptop. It will be a good opportunity to work on Rocco to reveal more about how Francesca's beneficial influence is gradually exorcising the unsavory side of Rocco. Perhaps it's time for Francesca to announce she's pregnant. Think about it."

"But I don't do pregnancy."

"Oh really? Well that must have been a fatal oversight in your earlier rejected attempts to write a novel."

Fi cut the call and Scott shouted, "Oh shit, who wants a pregnant heroine who loses her interest in sex."

He arrived with his laptop but put it aside and began working on attempting to work up passion in Fi. But she pushed him away and that riled him.

"Scott I'm sorry but there comes times when we all have to be firm. You must accept you owe this time to your novel. Your publisher has paid you generously to establish a firm commitment to you and the possibility of you generating a cash flow from this novel is very real but it won't happen on its own accord. I've noticed you've slackened off a bit and it's time someone cracked the whip. Work till midnight and then you can have all the sex you wish, even go to sleep on me doing it and I won't mind."

"You are offering enticement."

Fi said sweetly that the brains of men were not particularly developed socially and that made men prone to be suckers for the work-and-reward rule.

Scott glared at her and Fi held her sweet smile and his resistance drained. "God Fi, you are something. You have the sense of a forty-year old woman."

"And how would you know that?"

He grinned and said he had no idea. It was just something he knew to say because women were suckers for being praised.

"Why don't you call mom and ask if you can use her laptop. She knows your notebook is in for servicing. You can then review what I've written in recent days when I give you the file instead of waiting for my computer to become free."

"Good idea."

* * *

Fi was highly excited. She'd called Gwen who had just arrived with Charlie at their local Chinese restaurant. Gwen had said go ahead and thanked Fi for asking.

"Well it's your work computer, containing files at the center of your livelihood."

"Oh Christ!"

"What?"

"I have been working on something but left the file open."

"No problem, I'll save and close it without reading it."

"Thanks... no wait. I want you to read it. Please read it but, um, don't take the sex bits personally."

"Okay and have a lovely night."

"Thanks, my lovely evening began at 4:30," Gwen giggled.

Fi told Scott to keep on working. She would be a few minutes reading something his mom had asked her to read before closing the file.

Almost an hour later Scott entered the sunroom his mom used as an office. Fi looked up and he could see she was crying."

"Christ, what has mom written; her will?"

"Of course not. It's just a stretch of very beautiful prose. Gwen is launching back into writing and it's so lovely and will tear at the hearts of some women readers."

"You think it's publishable?"

"Very much so. I'm still to read her later novels but this could be the best thing she's ever written. Well it's streets ahead of her six novels I've read."

"Good old mom. She has a lot to her does my mom. What's the working title?"

Fi spoke carefully. "You must remember this is fiction Scott. You're mom has taken something from real life and created a fiction around it. The working title is 'My Lovely American'.

"So it's about you?"

"Yes, very loosely but it's unmistakably me. She has invented something -- we have sex. Scott you must understand we've never touched in that manner."

"Christ."

"Are you okay Scott?"

"Yeah. Well how is she with the young woman-older woman sex?"

"I went to college for two years Scott and was in a female dorm. All I can say is I could not fault anything she wrote."

"Them mom's had lesbian affairs or at least one?"

"I didn't say that Scott. Your mom has a powerful imagination and in all probability she's consulted with some of her friends."

"Yeah, Patty and Margaret live together and I bet they fuck and Di is outright gay."

"So you see, don't take anything too literally," Fi sniffed, wiping her eyes. "Go and make coffee and we'll take a break. I have two pages to read."

Scott had just resumed writing when Gwen phoned.

"Hi, I'm having a lovely time. Scott, I'm going to ask you something and I don't want it to upset you. If you say no then that's fine."

"Is Charlie moving in?"

"What?"

"Are you telling me you want Charlie to move in with you?"

"Yes, oh how could you guess that?"

"Charlie asked me two weeks ago would I mind if he got serious with you. I said go ahead."

Gwen gurgled in delight and Scott said it was no big deal. Although Charlie was twice his age they were actually quite close pals. She said that was fine and could she talk to Fi.

Scott went out to the kitchen and handed his phone to Fi. "Mom wants to ask you if it's all right by you if Charlie moves in and sleeps with her."

"Hi Gwen, yes that's fine. I like Charlie and you two are proving good for one another. My only thought is why has it taken this long to happen?"

"Oh, thank you darling. Obviously Scott told you what I was about to ask."

"Yes, so we wouldn't run his battery down. I adore your progress so far on your novel. Obviously Charlie has stirred up your hormones. It's great and you ought to find a publisher and submit."

"What?"

"Bye Gwen and don't allow Charlie to wear it out. It's the only one you have."

"What!" Gwen shrieked as the teaser cut the call.

Scott asked when the phone was returned, "Will you cope with Charlie being here?"

"It will be more work for me but really it wouldn't be any different had your father been in residence."

"Oh yeah. But you knew before coming here mom was divorced."

"No I didn't. She told me after I arrived and we were chatting."

"Oh."

"It doesn't matter Scott and I told you I like Charlie. He's courteous and rather likes me teasing him. I bet his daughter used to tease him."

Fi stayed on with Scott, reading the script since her last review when he handed it to her on a USB micro flash drive. They then discussed each chapter after she'd read it. She made suggestions and Scott knew he was to write in any of the changes he accepted but not using her words. She was adamant this was his novel.

It was almost 1:00 when they went to bed, Scott being called 'A very good boy' for his believable way in which Rocco took the heroine Francesca's announcement that she was pregnant and not upsetting her. Scott had written:

- - - - -

Rocco grabbed a handful of his unruly hair and tugged it as if inflicting pain to sharpen his mental state and warning himself to go slowly and treat this disclosure of pregnancy as meaning something precious to Francesca. He and three other guys had just returned from playing golf at the small township of Fitzroy Crossing.

"T-that's wonderful news Fran. God I can't believe it. All that fucking produced a result." 

She said she was sorry but she'd gone off the pill five months earlier without telling him and they could split if he didn't want her or the child. 

"Fran, that baby makes me part of you. God fancy me being a father." 

Rocco dropped to his knees and kissed over Francesca's belly murmuring, "You clever, clever darling." 

Rocco went outside the RV after Francesca had fallen asleep and began thinking of baby names. He though Rocco 2 would be a great name for a boy. They were living in a vast region bigger than California and he smiled thinking if the baby were female she should be named after that area with the beautiful name, Kimberley.'

- - - - -

Stretched back on the bed and panting, oozing semen on to the towel, Fi said, "In a couple of years if we are still together Scott I may decide it's time to have a baby. But I shall consult with you before coming off the pill."

"You better do that babe, otherwise I'll kick you ass so hard you'll land somewhere in the Kimberley."

"Oh Scott darling you are so sensitive and understanding. I can see where Rocco's basic character comes from."

The penny dropped, switched Scott on. "Two years? Do you really think we'll be knocking around together in two years' time?"

"I can't see why not Scott. No one I've had fucks as well as you and you appear pleased with me. I have worked to adapt to your way of thinking and living."

Scott left the bed happily and ran a bath for Fi and then brought coffee and an Anzac biscuit for her.

"Oh Scottie, you are so good to me. Here lick these if you wish," Fi said, bunching her tits together and holding them up for them. They were still red-marked and the nipples puffy from very recent sex. Scott went after them with the speed of a hungry wombat not yet weaned.

"Oh god, steady on Rocco," Fi teased.

CHAPTER 6

Fi hadn't wanted to join Scott's cycling club but after two refusals he said, "Fi please. It's not an affiliated club and not a racing club or a big ego club for hotshot riders. It's just a band of professional and business people, some with small kids, who come to a destination at their own speed for a few beers and wines and picnic lunch and sometimes on a Saturday night we meet in a hall with everyone bringing a nominated dish of meat or vegetables or desert and they're all tossed on to the table for a communal feast. We take our own alcohol and one of the guys plays an accordion and those of us who dance dance.




Fi Pt. 04



"God, that sounds like something out of rural Midwest America."

"Don't knock it babe. We have good fun. Only members can join so please join."

"Oh all right, how much?"

"Twenty bucks."

"You're kidding."

"No that's enough to pay hall hire and the secretary's expenses involved in sending out a bi-monthly newsletter."

"Why doesn't she email it?"

"Because personal printers and computers were not around for most of Elsie's life. She's seventy-five."

"Well how many club members do you have?"

"If you join will be about the 180th currently financial member."

"Ohmigod, it's big and it's quaint. Yes I want to join. Pay for me -- I pay for about half the wine you drink in Gwen's house."

"Done, I'll call Elsie now and tell her I'll give her your twenty bucks at the social on Saturday night. It's a pink dress up theme. Just wear something pink. I suggest pink panties and a very short skirt."

"Oh you would," she giggled.

"Some people even hire costumes. Jerry's father has pink blazer so he's wearing that and his mom is lending me her pink jacket."

"Oh, so Jerry is back?"

"Yeah, they arrived back last night after three weeks going troppo."

"What?"

"Holidaying up in sub-tropical northern Queensland in a campervan."

"So he's still with that bitch who told me she was your fiancée?"

"What? Did Marlene tell you that when you had your confrontation?"

"Yes."

"The bitch."

"Exactly."

Scott said, "Um baby, could you go easy on Marlene on Saturday. You know Jerry is my best mate and I'd like us to see quite a bit of them socially."

"I will be polite providing she keeps her fangs withdrawn."

Scott looked unhappy and Fi asked what was wrong.

"If you two fall out it could end my friendship with Jerry."

"Christ Scott, have some guts. I know Jerry... he'd walk on water to come to your aid. I hope he doesn't learn you are shaky about your regard for him. He has brains enough to know he can split his loyalty for Marlene and for you. If it makes you feel better I'll work hard to be sugar-nice to Marlene."

"Thanks mate."

"Whatever happened to darling?"

"You're in Australia Fi. If I call you, a shelia, mate it eclipses darling for tops in respect."

"Oh thanks mate. That reminds me, I really almost wet my pants when I hear Gwen and her closest friends when on the wine finishing every sentence with the word 'darl'. It took me a little time to work out it means darling. I checked with Gwen and she confirmed I was correct and said she was surprised that I'd been so slow to pick up that one. She said the one that realized splits the sides of some tourists is to hear the expression, 'Liquid laugh', which means to vomit. I really crack up over that one."

The next day Gwen called Jerry to welcome him home.

"Thanks. Your voice sounds honeyed on the phone."

"I'm that kind of person," she giggled. "Look, I'm going to the cycling club do Saturday night and will be hiring a costume. Could you try to mention that without telling Marlene I told you? She became ratty with me at the time she and Scott split so I wouldn't want her being surprised by me being dressed up fancy with her only wearing a pink hair tie."

"Good thinking. I'll say Scott told me you are hiring a costume."

"I don't wish to encourage you to lie to her Jerry."

"A guy has to learn to lie to females otherwise they won't believe you."

"Oh I see," Fi said blinking and not understanding that at all.

"Ah Jerry, just something Scott mentioned to me. He asked that I be especially pleasant to Marlene because this will be the first time the four of us have met since the split. He said you were his best mate and he'd not like me to drive a wedge."

"Drive a wedge where?"

Fi thought he'd understand that. She winced and said, "So I don't fuck up things."

"Oh right. Jeeze Fi you are beginning to sound like a bloody Aussie."

"Oh thanks Jerry. That's lovely of you to say that."

"Bloody oath mate. For a Yank you are very okay Fi."

The call ended with Fi feeling quite light-headed.

Charlie was moving in on Sunday and Gwen and Fi worked Saturday morning changing things around including giving him drawer and wardrobe space.

Gwen appeared nervous as they started that rearranging.

"I'm so glad our family is growing," Fi said. "It will be lovely having a man around the house."

Gwen dropped the bundle of dresses in her arms, burst into tears and hugged Fi.

"Oh thank you darl, you have no idea what a comfort those words were to me. I have been worried about this, not wishing to drive you away."

Putting on a real Australian accent she'd been unaware had assimilated and had been lurking, Fi said, "Fair go darl, you know I'm an open book and with me what you get it what you see and hear, no bullshit."

"Ohmigod, you're becoming Australian," Gwen screamed.

Fi hoped not but didn't say that.

Gwen had gone off to meet Charlie on Saturday night. They were having a few drinks at the home of one of his friends and the ten of them were going out to dinner. So Fi was home alone when Scott, resplendent in his pink jacket and three-quarter winter cycling pants and pink socks came into the family room where Fi was waiting.

He stopped as if shot. When he'd asked Fi what she'd wear she'd replied vaguely, something pink. She was dress in fill ballerina clothing, even the pointe shoes were pink. What's more she had her hair in a roll and wore full make-up, the first time Scott had seen her fully made-up.

"Ohmigod, you are beautiful," he gaped.

She curtsisied and said, "Shall we go," grabbing her cotton wrap. "You look delectable. An Australian male in pink... it rather bends my mind but it's appropriate for the occasion. I love you in pink."

Eyeing Fi very seriously, Scott said, "Do you love me?"

"Do you want my to say what you want me to say, or the truth?"

"The truth. You'd be incapable of lying."

"Oh please, Scott. I'm a woman."

He smiled nervously.

"The truth is you are growing on me in such a way that I suspect it will become love. I've reached the stage where I want you with me and I listen for the sound of your bike being placed against the porch wall."

"Me too."

"What do you mean? I don't put my bike against the wall."

"I'm thinking about you when I'm not with you and when I'm with you and am leaving you it cuts me up a little, only a little. But I've never experienced that before. When I'm here and hear mum arriving I'm disappointed slightly that it's not you."

"We'll we must drift along and see where this takes us Scott. Perhaps soon we'll find a largish apartment and live together. I have plenty of money, given me by my parents to find myself and I couldn't think of a better person to be with in finding myself. Until now Gwen has been more inspirational to me than you but perhaps that's about to change."

"I know I can love you Fi."

"Well said my handsome man, let's go. I have my Madras curry ready packed in foil. I'll call a cab while you get the curry."

"I came by cab and it's waiting outside."

"Oh yes, I can't imagine Scott Mace cycling or walking through the streets of Summer Hill dressed in pink."

There was a huge din coming from the hall as they approach. Inside it appeared full of people and was gaudily decorated.

Jerry and Marlene were waiting near the door for them. Marlene was dressed in pink as an Edwardian lady and looked lovely. The two women kissed and the two guys looked at one another and grinned.

Jerry took the bags of wine and beer from Fi and he and Scott with the curry went over to the catering tables. They returned with drinks and an elderly woman.

"Oh darling you are so beautiful," said Mrs Elsie Jones, dressed in a pink sheath dress. "Welcome as our newest member Fi. We are so happy to have you aboard. When dinner is being cleared away I'll introduced you as our newest member."

"As you wish Mrs Jones."

"Oh Fi, it's Elsie. We are a social club, not a club of landed gentry."

Fi had a lovely evening. Fi was invited next day to lunch with two girlfriends, being confident they were not lesbians but of course that could only be a guess and Marlene invited Fi and Scott round for dinner on Tuesday night.

Fi was in such a happy mood she allowed Scott to finger her during kissing on the short cab ride home. Normally he was not permitted to touch her sexually in public. They raced into the house without checking to find if Gwen was home, Fi already out of her ballet costume and panties and she jumped on to the sofa, pulling a cushion under her face and neck, and belly down waggled her butt at the already heavily breathing Scott. She was dripping and yelled, "Ram me" and he grinned, pleased to being doing what he was told.

They were noisy and as the sweat and juices began to run the slaps of their bodies coming together raised their arousal. Fi began pushing back at Scott, much harder than usual and they finally climaxed almost together, both gasping.

"Oh fuck, I forgot towels," Fi groaned, forgetting they'd been so keen to get into it neither had paused to think about something as seemingly irrelevant as towels. Fi pulled off her bra that was around her waist and used to stem the flow in the run to her bathroom while Scott used her panties to wipe the leather and he staggered off after Fi. They'd just got into bed and she had Scott in her mouth when they heard Gwen arrive home and the gruff male voice told them Charlie was with her.

"They'd fuck well tonight because Charlie moves in tomorrow," Fi whispered, moving and spreading to lower on to the very-ready erection.

* * *

Charlie had said he could manage the shift without Scott's help. Scott sat with a can of beer over to his laptop and had an idea to develop. Amber the heroine in the novel was worried that Ned appeared to be losing interest in her.

- - - - -

Okay, Amber thought, Ned does have heavy responsibility in keeping the contract on schedule but the builders were going well and the women had finished making curtains for the forty-eight residential houses being built and were now making curtains for the twenty-six 10-bed dormitories for single men that would be trucked in. A kitchen and dining hall and recreational unit had to be built plus a four-double bedroom unit with waiting room for the four requisite prostitutes.

It was Sunday, their only day of relaxation. They'd had sex before breakfast and with so little to do Amber had expected they would be at it again by mid-morning.

"Coffee?"

"Yeah, good idea thanks babe," Ned yawned.

"Oh god though Amber. He's absolutely bored out of his mind. So she said something that caught his interest. "Come to the table and let's have a serious talk about our relationship. I'd like to see it develop."

Ned said cautiously, "Exactly what do you have in mind?"

"Well when we have sex I don't do much and prefer lying on my back. But for all I know this could be lack-luster sex for you."

Amber was amazed how Ned perked up. He almost ran to the table, slid on to the bench opposite her and said, "Yeah really?"

They talked for at least an hour on Amber's theme of 'Let's broaden our horizons'. They talked about extensions that Amber only half understood and she wasn't sure if some of that talk was referring obliquely to ass fucking but she was not keen about that. She'd asked Ned would he like to have one of the other women visit when her partner went off to Hall's Creek or farther afield.

"A threesome? Nah as team leader it could lead to my authority being challenged and sex in the camp becoming rampant."

"Well what say I get my younger sister to fly in?"

"Nah, she's up herself and won't want to leave her boyfriend."

Exasperated Amber said, sniffing, "Well I have been trying Ned, really trying to lighten your load and make life interesting for you."

Ned licked his lips. "Ask your mother to come and visit. No one else in the camp would suspect we three were at it."

"My mum. Oh Ned I can believe what I've just heard."

"You know she's pretty sexy for her age. I've heard you say so and she's complained in front of me your father is more interested in boozing with his mates that giving her attention."

"Yes that's true but... actually I'm already getting a little used to the idea."

- - - - -

Scott took a swig of beer and then stretched. He'd have to treat this development in a wholesome manner, well as wholesome as possible. Fi would have a fit when she learned that Amber was inclining towards the view that it could be okay to have a threesome with Ned and her mum. Perhaps the way would be to have Amber's mom half drunk on gin and asking Ned for sex just as Amber walked in from outside and it was up to Amber to deal with the situation knowing her mum was horny because she'd said so the previous night. 

Yes, that was it... the mother had been in the RV for almost twenty hours already without sex rearing its head and Ned had told Amber the previous night they could hardly have sex with her mother in the RV. Well not unless they included her mum. Yeah, Fi might think with that justification the threesome arrangement might just be plausible and just get by for behavior by a heroine.

Gwen called him at 5:40 asked how long would he be because the three of them were waiting to start the family party to welcome Charlie into the family.

"Oh shit, sorry. I've been writing all afternoon and have almost finish three chapters. Time overtook me. Do I need to shower and change?"

"No just come looking tidy." Gwen said "Good boy" when he said he'd be there within ten minutes.

Charlie opened the door for him and handed him a can of beer.

"Welcome Scott, I hope you don't think I'm horning in on the real host but your mum is redoing his lipstick -- she can't stop smooching me -- and Fi is checking the barbecue. It's a lovely evening so we're eating outside."

"No that's great. Um Charlie, about Fi..."

"...I'm not to touch her, right?"

Scott nodded.

"It's okay mate. Gwen, Fi and myself would agree that me touching Fi is not on. I'll look if I see a bare tit or ass or she bends over and I see stocking tops but that's all. That's fair dinkum mate."

"Thanks mate. Where's your tinnie [can of beer], I'll propose a toast when mum joins us."

"A toast, that's lovely Scott," said Gwen, looking great in black and her hair piled high.

They went outside and Fi turned and smiled. She also looked great in black with her hair piled high. Scott kissed her and then said, "Everyone, may I say you're all looking great for this special occasion because tonight Charlie becomes the man of the house and I welcome him to the family and hope his stay is long and enjoyable and mom doesn't get pregnant."

Gwen shrieked with laughter, Charlie looked at his feet and Fi kissed Scott and said what lovely things he'd said.

* * *

Marlene's parents were owned the block that the apartment Marlene and Terry were in, renting it at a 50% discount on the rental.

After the greetings Marlene showed Fi around and handing Scott a beer Terry looked around to make sure the women were no arriving back and he whispered, "Marlene's mom gave me a proposition I couldn't refuse."

"You have to mow their lawns once a week?"

Jerry sighed, "I had to fuck her and promise to continue fucking her once a month."

Keeping a straight face Scott said, "So you refused?"

"Nah mate, fair go; big bucks were involved."

Scott said. "Well most of us would have unbuckled to seal that cheap rent deal."

"So you don't think I'm a skunk?"

"Not Jerry, the term for it is as astute businessman. What was she like?"

"She'd rather wrinkled and you could almost drive a bus into it but she knows how to squeeze so it was pretty good really. Please don't tell Fi."

"No mate."

Marlene cooked an excellent rump of lamb with roasted vegetables and the desert was Scott's favorite, apricots and trifle. She eyed him while he ate and he said "Delicious" twice and Fi guessed what that was about. She hadn't known was a trifle was or have it was Scott's favorite.

They kept on drinking after dinner until Marlene, now rather unsteady on her feet said, "Why don't you two stay the night and we'll swap partners?"

Fi coiled and for a moment Scott thought she was about to spring at the jugular of their hostess. But she recovered and said icily, "Scott I'm ready to go."

Jerry glared at Marlene and she simply finished her wine and stared at the ceiling.

Scott said, "Sit down Fi. Marlene that was a totally insensitive and inappropriate comment to make Please apologize."

"No."

"Marlene, apologize or else I'll tan your arse."

She looked at Jerry, mouth hanging open.

"Go on," Jerry said, "Fi obviously has been insulted at that comment. You were totally out of line."

Marlene, now appearing stressed, said, "Fi I'm very sorry I behaved like a cow saying that, but that's perhaps being unkind to a cow. And I apologize to you Scott. As you said it was an inappropriate and insensitive comment. I blame the wine and the fact that I had been very happy in my relationship with you, although being with Jerry now is great."

Scott thanked Marlene and looked at Fi. "Fi?"

"What?"

"Respond to Marlene."

"I accept your apology Marlene. Come on I'll help you clear."

The young women came close and looked at one tentatively. Marlene then stepped in and kissed Fi and said she'd been a proper bitch making such a suggestion like that to Fi. "You are so lovely and I do want us to be friends."

"Yes and so do I. Come on you guys, you can pitch in and help clear away as well."

As they rode home in a cab Scott said, "Well that's a friendship hanging by a thread."

"Yes and it would have been broken beyond repair had you not spoken up and acted so wisely. That's something new for your book. God, what a bitch she is. I feel like shoving her face into the toilet."

"Steady on Fi."

"Now don't you start on me? That's the last thing I want."

Arriving outside Gwen's house, Fi was out of the cab and had opened the gate and was flouncing towards the door before Scott had finished getting out of his side to go around and open her door. He closed his door and watched Fi make three attempts to unlock the front door before she got it open and went in. It closed behind her. 

Scott sighed and decided to go straight home. As he got into the front seat scowling the cabbie said, "Take some deep breaths mate. We all have women trouble from time to time." 

* * *

Scott knew Fi usually finished her housework, apart from meals and clearing away after eating, by 11:30 so called at 11:00.

"Hi, what happened to you last night?"

"I'd had enough coffee so decided you needed space."

"Yeah right. God I could have strangled that bitch."

He pushed. "But not this morning?"

"No, I've cooled down. God Scott fancy her saying to my face she wanted to get her hands on you again."

He decided not to stoke the embers by saying Fi's rejection would have disappointed Jerry. "Um you have my total sympathy. I couldn't believe she'd suggest that. Whatever made her think I wanted to shaft her ever again I really don't know. The lying bitch had told you we were engaged."

"So you don't want to touch her again; am I correct about that?"

"Bloody oath mate. But remember Jerry is my best pal."

"I have remembered and that explains why I didn't walk out last night. Well she has the warning in capital letters so we possibly can manage to co-exist."

"Great and thanks for doing a great job at holding out a forgiving hand baby."

"I held out a hand Scott, but don't make the mistake thinking it was a forgiving gesture. If she behaves from now on I guess time will heal my wounded feelings."

Scott said he'd come around at 11.30 and they could bike somewhere are find a café and have lunch. She accepted, sounding pleased. Jeepers, this has been the first time he'd seen Fi flick out her claws.




Fi Pt. 04



At the café Fi said, "I'm only saying this because I have a reason and you've not to say anything to your mom, okay?"

"Right."

"Gwen and Charlie had their first row this morning. She'd risen even before me because she's now really into her novel and he came out complaining to me that she's lost interest in morning sex already. I said Gwen had something more important on her mind, and I accept that was a stupid thing to say. Charlie went off and they began rowing and it went on for some minutes. The F-word received a good workout on both sides. Then you mom flew out and said it was inflammatory of me to tell Charlie she thought writing was more important than morning playtime and I apologized and she cooled down and said she guessed Charlie had come to me bellyaching and I had only responded, as she would have done. She turned up the stereo loud and went to the bedroom and slammed the door. They both came to breakfast smiling."

"Well isn't all that normal behavior?"

"It could be but my parents don't scrap like a cat and a dog. I don't like it. So that's the background. I'm going to look for my own home. You are welcome to shift in with me and just give me the amount Gwen pays to your present landlady.

"It isn't much."

"It will do. I also think I've been influenced by the comfortable nest Jerry and his woman have."

"Her name is Marlene," Scott said and met Fi's gaze without flinching.

"Thank you for correcting me," Fi said but didn't say the name.

Scott decided nothing much was to be gained from making her say Marlene.

"Well that's fine. I have to give two weeks' notice to my landlady."

"Fine darling so give her notice tonight. I ought to find something ready to walk into PDQ."

"What's that?"

"Pretty damn quick. I'm thinking of an apartment, a ground floor one with it's own piece of lawn and garden. I've become use to eating out under a tree in this lovely weather."

"Well you won't find anything around here you can afford."

"Who knows until one tries Scott, man of little faith?"

He grinned and said she sounded back to her old self.

"Well keep me there by not mentioning that bitch's name."

He steered the conversation back to where it was earlier. "Are you sure you like me well enough to live with me?"

"Need you ask? If I didn't like you and feel comfortable with you Scott you wouldn't be permitted to enjoy the liberties you are having with me."

"Er yeah, of course. Need I say more?" he grinned.

Later, being home alone, Fi wondered about her future with Gwen. A change had occurred with Charlie moving in, Gwen now having to give him some of the time she's devoted to Fi. So Fi doubted that her learning curve maintain its current momentum with Gwen being otherwise occupied. Also Charlie was already bringing out a harder side to Gwen that had been unapparent before. She began wondering whether Gwen would have being happier staying in her independent state and then decided that wasn't for her to decide.

It was only 3:30 so Fi called the first of five letting agents she have picked out. From the first two it would appear she'd have to pay from $350 a week for a basic single bedroom flat [apartment] and up to $200 plus for a luxury unit. Fi decided a basic unit would be fine. Gwen was paying her $600 all found [food and lodgings] for working five hours a day, six days a week. She decided to suggest to Gwen she work Monday to Friday for five hours a day for the same amount and no food and lodgings. She could point out the word had increased, especially in the laundry, since Charlie's arrival. She could get by without drawing on her capital, now largely invested, because Scott had indicated he'd switch to Fi his mom's payment to his landlady of $120 a week, subject to Gwen's approval.

CHAPTER 7

The person at the third agency Fi called appeared most interested in Fi's situation and even more so when Fi mentioned her partner's name of Scott Mace, a long-time local resident.

"Oh I know Scott; we went through high school together. Please wait while I transfer you to our licensee Mrs Johns. She may have a proposition for you once she's checked you out."

Mrs Johns was most interested and asked if Fi could go to her office to see her, within the hour if possible.

The 50-year old interviewed Fi carefully and Fi knew her make-up, hair, fingernails, manner of speaking and goodness knows what else were being assessed.

Mrs Johns looked at the references and said, "I have confidence in Gwen Mace's selection of you and the fact you have been with her that long. Gwen used to be my twice-weekly tennis partner."

"Call her now; I won't mind. She is out somewhere looking for new bedding. I have her mobile [cell phone] number."

"That won't be necessary thank you. Are you free to come on a nearby inspection visit with me?"

"Yes, of course." 

They went to a home, quite similar in age and style to Gwen's home, but larger and being only two streets over from Gwen's home, was within easy walking distance if Fi didn't feel like cycling.

Mrs Johns spoke to a man who opened the front door and she kissed him and he returned to the door with a key. She said smiling at she returned to Fi, "I think you will like this conversion; it was done nine months ago and hasn't been occupied. We have had trouble getting just the right fit of occupants."

After preparing the evening meal Fi called Scott greatly excited.

"Can't it wait till I come over for dinner?"

Fi sighed and had her finger over the off button of her mobile phone when Scott just made it in time. "Wait, I want to hear it; you sound excited."

"I've found a place for us in Nowaine St. It's lovely, is freshly redecorated with two bedrooms so you can use one for your study, and it has French Windows opening on to a side garden with plenty of shade. The kitchen is gas fueled and is very modern and the bathroom is a total update. I'm in love with it."

"Great, that's really great but I suppose it's five hundred bucks."

"Try three hundred."

"You're kidding?"

"Well the other part of the house is occupied by the real estate agent's mother and father. They are in the late seventies and slowing down and the idea was to have someone living in the flat at nights so they would be so worried about problems at night, like one of them requiring urgent medical help or fearing someone had entered the property unauthorized."

"I see, we'd have to act as nursemaids?"

"No, that agent Mrs Johns said her father Mr Mellows still drives and they go for long walks each day. But Mrs Johns is worried they don't eat much so we had a meeting with them and it was agreed I'd buy and prepare their evening meals on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays with them cooking the food. So they offered to reduce the rent to three hundred a week."

"This sounds really great Fi so what now?"

"They are waiting for you to inspect and then to discuss the proposal with me."

Scott snorted and said, "Look Fi, as old folk they'll be anxious. Call Mrs Johns now and say we'll take it from Saturday week. We can shift in on that Saturday."

"Mrs Johns says the minimum term is a year."

"Great, we don't want to be thrown out if they both go into a home. It also virtually guarantees I live with you for at least a year."

"Are you really serious saying that?"

Scott said yeah he was and what was the surprise in that?

"Well men who are not married tend to use and discard women like a hobby."

"Who told you that?"

"Friends in Texas."

"Well I'm conservative in that respect. If a women is loyal to me I'm loyal to her but I guess if a woman lost her interest in sex I'd move on."

"Well that doesn't sound like me."

"I know and that's why I said that. Before that year is up I'll know if I can earn a living writing and when I'm producing an income we'll have to talk about our future direction together. You'll be thinking about marriage at that point... to me I hope."

Fi say coyly, "And what about you or don't you think like that?"

"I'm happy the way we are and it will be even better when we are living together permanently providing I'm still allowed my weekly night out with the boys."

"Yes Scott, providing fair play applies both ways you are free to do almost anything you like. Bye, I'll call Mrs Johns now." 

Next day Fi and Scott went to inspect the property and met Mr and Mrs Mellows and then signed up at the agency. It all went very well. Fi said she'd break the news to Gwen.

"I'll miss you at nights," Gwen sniffed, "because you are such lively company at meal times and an alternative to watching television. I know I brought this on by bringing in Charlie but [big sigh] we have our own lives to lead. Scott responds well to you so I wish you two great happiness."

And that was it. No tears, no sweat. Fi was astonished it all had been achieved in three days and without fuss. She shared that conclusion with Scott and the developing author said with authority, "You achieved your goal because you had a pretty good idea what you wanted and the timing was right."

The timing was right? Fi was quite sure Scott hadn't possessed access to such thinking when they'd first met. She suspected she and Gwen had worked effectively to assist him build a structure of discipline and commitment. He was flourishing in that environment. Additionally he'd been reading younger authors she liked, selected for him because Fi believed they represented what readers expected from novelists of the 21st Century.

Gwen and Fi were sipping wine before having lunch out under the tree on the back lawn discussing Scott's completed first draft they'd both read in its entirety. 

Fi, her voice beginning incrementally to sound more Australian in tone, asked succinctly, "Well?"

"Well what?"

"Does Scott have a saleable book this time you stupid cow?"

Gwen laughed. "Oh darling, an Aussie endearment. Yes, it's very much better and with the illustration of you on the cover in skimpy clothing and looking very promiscuous it can't miss, once a big oversight is written in."

"An oversight?" Fi, as Scott's unofficial literary adviser, asked guiltily.

"Yes sweetie. The vast Kimberley is regarded international as one of the great wilderness areas of the world. Have you any idea how big it is?"

"Yes, it says in the draft bigger than California."

"Well how really big is that and how remote is it and what do people like Scott's characters find to do living there?"

"Um vast space and loneliness and no corner store; the draft states that. You must have read that."

"Oh such a big opportunity missed. How do you get there?"

"Easy, you fly across Australia from here to Perth in three hours..."

"Try five hours darling and that's by jumbo jet."

"Oh, and in Perth one rents a car and drive up there."

"And how long will that take?

"Oh I was thinking a couple of hours but something tells me you'll say longer."

"It's 1800 miles to drive from Perth to Halls Creek."

"Christ."

Gwen giggled and said she'd bet Fi's family had never heard her use that word in that sense. You are acclimatizing darling and having the advantage of doing that in a liberal household. What you'd do is fly the thousand miles from Perth to Broom, the largest town in the Kimberly and then hire a Toyota Land Cruiser with camping gear and tour some of the region. Fitzroy Crossing is okay as a town but forget about staying in Halls Creek apart from stocking up, having a swim and then some cool beers and then head on to find a camping spot and then you finish up at the Bungle Bungles, part of the World Heritage listed Purnululu National Park and really taste of what wilderness is like but with some scenic spots thrown in."

Fi's mind was reeling. "Does Scott know this?"

"I'd say no judging by what he's written, being so sketchy about setting."

"Oh god, we've got characters and plot right but have virtually ignored setting except within camp at the mine sight, haven't we?"

"Yes."

"Oh fuck!"

"Oooh, even some Aussie mums wouldn't like hearing that word from their pretty daughter."

"Oh Gwen, we are running out of time. Scott is determined to submit within a week before his deadline to earn respect from his editor. What can we do?"

"I know about Kimberly because today I purchased a DVD about it made for tourists. I'll give it to you and after dinner tonight we can call watch it. It's mouth-watering stuff for wilderness addicts."

Fi called Scott about Gwen's disclosure.

"She's seen the DVD?"

"Yes."

"Well she'll know what she's talking about. Not a problem. Once I've seen the DVD two or three times I'll have images and facts committed to memory and can revise and work them in. I'm the one at fault, not you. I failed to do sufficient research on the original draft and didn't think about it when doing the complete rewrite. I think my attention was diverted too much on attempting to resurrect Rocco."

"Your mom thinks he's very appealing now and despite him having such a hairy chest and hair on his back said he could have her anytime he wished."

"Mum said that?"

"Er yes but that was girl's talk. Just keep that to ourselves darling."

"You are dropping in the darling quite frequently lately."

"Oh have I?"

"You know you have. Um I did do some basic research and switched the mining operation from near Fitzroy Crossing to out of Halls Creek because that's where Western Australia's first gold rush occurred in the mid-1880s. I also learned about Kimberly weather with November being the hottest month with the daily average exceeding 100 degrees F. In the 'cooler' tourist season the day temp averages 30 but nights can be down to half of that. Also it has huge rain during the monsoon period so the mining operation has to be sloped to allow for water run-off."

"Good boy. I'll see you soon. I have been to see Mr and Mrs Mellows about furniture and they said I can store as much of the existing furniture I wish in one of their spare bedrooms and install furniture we buy."

"Are we to buy furniture?"

"Yes Scott. That is something I must teach you. Choice of furniture and soft furnishings in our home is the same as setting in a novel. It reflects our preferences and perhaps our personalities."

"Does it really matter?"

"Oh god. I'll catch you latter."

* * *

At last Scott was satisfied with the changes and his final revision and couriered the manuscript to the publisher. There was no party but Gwen and Charlie took them out for dinner. During the evening Charlie, after a few drinks, confided to Fi he was glad she was moving into her own home because that removed a temptation for him. She was appalled but decided not to repeat those comments. As planned, she and Scott left next day for two nights in Melbourne at the Crown Towers Hotel and arrived back in time to prepare to shift into their new home on Saturday.

* * *

"Oh this is so lovely, I'm really going to love delving into the culture of Melbourne," Fi said, pushing Scott on to the bed and unzipping him. Before he'd managed to reconcile the statement with the action Fi had her tongue around his dick urging it into full erection. He decided only an idiot would continue thinking instead of focusing on keeping her hair back from her face while thinking what he was going to do to that pussy with the landing strip now shaven as well. Had Gwen been advising Fi again? 

Sated, they slipped from sex into sleep and after dinner went into the Casino where Amber won $322 bucks on the poker machines and Scott lost almost $200 playing Blackjack.

When they stripped in the bathroom and landed on the bed and began having sex Fi, who was on top, sucked Scott's forefinger and pushed it against her butt. He whispered, are you sure?

She giggled and said yes, that everyone did it, didn't they?

Scott had no idea. He worked his finger in and Fi began panting and moving even more than usual so he thought it was a great idea.

Later when she was on her back, legs held high and natural lube leaking out and running over her butt and with Scott teasing by withdrawing completely and sinking back in and resuming the cycle, Fi grabbed his erection and pushed it against her butt.

"Open me with your fingers and push in."

"How do you know about that?"

"I called my sister Stacey. She calls herself a Butt Queen. She just loves it up there and fingering her clit until she has a powerful orgasm.

"And you?"

"I've only had a finger up it a few times, usually my own."

They went at it slowly.

"I must buy some lube. Stacey said use plenty but not too much otherwise you kill sensations and she said I must push back at you when you are entering." 

Fi manipulated Scott awake in the morning, blowing into an ear and reaching for his dick.

"Good morning," she said, eyes shining as his eyelids parted. "I'm no longer an ass virgin and I think I'll walk and sit okay."

"No longer a virgin applies to me too."

"Oh Scott, I'm sorry. I pushed you into it in the heat of the moment. I ought to have discussed it over coffee."

"No it was fine. Christ you were tight."

Fi giggled.

After a night at the ballet and a great late night meal they returned to Sydney next day.

Gwen met them at the airport and on the drive home said, "Scott your editor Heather wants to know how far on are you with preparing your next proposal?"

"Oh give it a rest mate. I've only just finished sweating blood and bone."

"It they ask, you jump Scott. Every editor in publishing has scores of unread manuscripts waiting for attention. This indicates your novel has been judged to have more than good market potential. They'll want your next novel commissioned before your sales begin to gather pace."

"Okay, hand me your phone mum. Fi and I left ours at your house."

"Oh hi Heather, Scott Mace speaking, Gwen Mace's son."

"Oh, you know who I am? That's flattering. Mom said you want my next proposal. Mom will bring it to you tomorrow week. It's about this shy guy aged twenty-five who opens the front door of his parent's house in answer to a knock and this shelia is standing there with a dirty face and looking as if she'd been sleeping under hedges. She says "Hi Jack, I use to play with you until we were three when my parents returned to America. I've been robbed and lost everything apart from my passport and ticket home. I had your parent's address so here I am, thinking Bungee Station was a train station but find it's a cattle ranch. I'm Kimberley Nixon and desperately require food after two days cycling here on only water I drank from streams." 

"Um Heather, the working title is er 'A Waif Called Kimberley'."

"Well it's only a working title."

"Oh great, thank you Heather."

Scott handed back the phone to his mother. 

"So Heather says the working title stinks?"

"Her exact words."

"And?"

"She said with that story line if the ms is only half as good as my current one it's bound to be accepted for publication."

"Good boy."

"Oh darling you are a good boy," Fi said, turning to Scott in the back seat. "How may mommy reward you?"

"Ohmigod, I expected you two would have extinguished your interest in sex in Melbourne by over-indulging."

Fi smiled. "Oh no Gwen, I rather think we've just ignited the wick."

THE END



Fiance is Seduced Pt. 01



Michelle and I had been engaged for almost a year, but we still had not set a date for our nuptials. I was saving money to buy the perfect ring, she was focused on her new job and neither of us had accumulated any vacation days for a wedding. We lived together in a small apartment and were generally happy. On two occasions I met Michelle's coworkers and couldn't help but notice that one of them had his eye on my fiancé. His name was Bill and I later learned that he and Michelle ate lunch together several times a week. He was trying to seduce her, plain and simple.

Michelle for her part enjoyed the attention, but had no intention of actually acting on his advances. Six months into their 'friendship' Michelle had begun to share certain details about our relationship as she would with one of her girlfriends. They were small complaints, gripes and frustrations that any couple might have. Bill listened and took his time. He was enjoying the chase. 

Bill prayed on Michelle's uncertainty. She had shared with him that I was her first lover. Michelle was a virgin when we met. She told him she didn't always have an orgasm when we made love and he pressed her about the size of my penis. He learned I was only four inches long and that her fingers could wrap all the way around my shaft. Michelle was uncomfortable saying any more and he dropped the subject.

He suggested that her inexperience might one day lead to betrayal on my part. She was fascinated by his analysis thinking it highly ironic. She took his advice with more than a few grains of salt, but she couldn't help but think he might be on to something. Over the next few weeks he pushed and prodded asking about various sexual experiences she had never heard of much less tried. Bill explained that most men have a certain fantasy that if they ever had the chance to fulfill might give them the excuse they need to stray from their relationship. Michelle asked what Bill's fantasy was, but he wouldn't tell her.

But Bill did suggest that many men, perhaps even me, had a secret desire to make love to two women at the same time. The irony, he explained, was that afterward most men realized that it wasn't as much fun as they had assumed. She asked him if he had ever been with two women and he took the opportunity to tell her he had and to detail the experience with titillating effect. Afterward, he told her to imagine five years in the future when we had a baby and I was on a business trip and after meeting a couple of coworkers in a bar they invited me back to their hotel room for a threesome. Could I turn down such an offer? My deepest darkest fantasy would be staring me right in the face and if I were like most men I would give in and take my chances. Only afterward would I regret my decision. Only afterward would I feel so guilty that our marriage would crumble under the strain of the betrayal.

It was utter bullshit and on some level Michelle must have realized that much, but she did begin talking to me about my sexual fantasies. I never really thought much about having a threesome. To be honest I was satisfied with Michelle and our sex life. She pressed and pressed and since I had no idea what she was getting at I started to think maybe SHE was the one interested in a threesome. I told her I would be open to it if she was and somehow she seemed satisfied.

Michelle was not satisfied. She was distraught and shared her concerns with Bill. He had been right; I DID want to sleep with other women. What was she to do? Part of her wondered if she should call of the wedding. Another part of her thought she should try to solve the problem. Of course Bill had the perfect solution.

Bill suggested that Michelle propose the idea of having a threesome as a birthday gift. His idea was to help me get my fantasy out of my system BEFORE we got married avoiding any sort of possible regret or betrayal later. He argued, I would realize how much I loved her and how overrated being with multiple partners would be. She wasn't going for it.

Bill continued to bring the subject up over the coming weeks as my birthday approached. He then showed Michelle a picture of a woman he knew who would be willing to help. He found our threesome. Michelle didn't realize it, but the woman he found was a prostitute he saw periodically. Bill was paying her to join our threesome. Michelle insisted on meeting the woman and then Bill knew he had her convinced.

The three met for lunch and Bill introduced Jennifer to Michelle. Jennifer was a little shorter than Michelle, but her body was perfect. Michelle thought I would be attracted to her and began quizzing Jennifer. Jennifer for her part acted reluctant and shy and Michelle jumped right in to make her more comfortable. The date was set -- my birthday the following week. That night Michelle told me she had a surprise for my birthday and that I shouldn't make any plans. 

Bill coached Jennifer and explained exactly how he wanted the evening to go. He bought her a strap-on dildo and explained how small I was. He wanted her to fuck my wife so she would get a taste of what it was like fucking him. Bill's penis was on the big side as most women would attest. Jennifer knew from first hand experience and noted that the nine-inch dildo was about the same size as Bill.

My birthday arrived and that night Michelle told me about my surprise only ten minutes before she arrived. I was in shock. I couldn't believe she set this up! My Michelle? She would have never conceived of such a thing I thought to myself. Little did I know Bill was manipulating her -- or at least Michelle was letting him manipulate her. 

Michelle was in her robe when she opened the door. Jennifer was standing there in a trench coat and her handbag. The pair stood in the living room and dropped their respective cover-ups to reveal their naked bodies. Michelle looked amazing, but her body couldn't compare with Jennifer's. She must have been three years younger and a regular gym customer. 

They both began rubbing and kissing me. It was overwhelming and I was completely aroused. We retired to the bedroom and for a while I was consumed by the experience finding myself naked in no time at all. Michelle was kissing me and Jennifer was sucking my penis. Sitting on the edge of the bed I leaned back as Jennifer milked my balls and sucked my cock until I came in her mouth. She swallowed my semen -- something Michelle would NEVER do. 

It had only been ten minutes and here I was spent, laying almost helpless on our bed. Jennifer pulled something out of her handbag and put it on. It was the strap-on Bill had bought for her. Neither of us knew Bill had purchased Jennifer OR the strap-on and the sight of it was a shock. At first I thought she wanted to use it on me, but she asked Michelle if she could try it on her. Michelle looked at me and then back at the dildo. She told Jennifer she didn't think it would fit inside of her.

Jennifer stood at the edge of the bed and Michelle could help but compare it to the size of my semi-erect penis. It was MUCH bigger she noted, surely it wouldn't fit. Jennifer explained that she would expand to accept it and its bigger size would help her achieve multiple orgasms and different sensations. Michelle looked back at me for approval and I smiled and told her it was up to her.

Michelle laid back on the bed, her head propped up on some pillows. Jennifer rubbed the tip of the dildo inside of Michelle until it was wet enough to slide inside. Just a little at first. Jennifer pushed it in and out, in and out until a little more fit inside. Michelle spread her legs and arched her back to help the rest slide in. Jennifer praised her, as she took more and more of it inside of her.

Jennifer asked her how it felt and Michelle was having a harder and harder time talking. She was moaning and purring as she felt the pressure of the dildo against her clit. Her fingers were tearing into the sheets as the massive dildo tore into her vagina. Michelle called out, "Oh my God, it feels so good!" more than once.

Michelle was humping against the massive dildo as Jennifer was pumping it inside of her. The two were piston-ing back and forth, sweat glistening on both of their bodies. Michelle, breathlessly, asked Jennifer if she had ever had such a massive penis inside of her. Jennifer laughed, leaned down and whispered in a voice low enough that I couldn't hear, "Don't tell Bill I told you, but he has a cock this big and I have felt it inside of me."

Michelle was shocked. First she was shocked Bill hadn't told her he slept with Jennifer, but the more she thought about it, the more it made sense. Then she was shocked that she felt a twinge of jealousy. Finally she was shocked that she began wondering what it would feel like to have Bill inside of her. She was immediately disgusted with herself, closing her eyes and trying to thing of something besides Bill.

Jennifer leaned back down and whispered again, "That's it, close your eyes and imagine Bill is fucking you with his massive cock right here in front of your fiancé. Don't worry, I'm not seeing him anymore. I can tell he wants you."

Michelle opened her eyes and almost yelled out, "No..." as she looked over at me.

Jennifer rammed the strap-on deep inside of her causing Michelle to cry out in pain. Jennifer put her finger over Michelle's lips and whispered, "Shhh, don't worry I won't tell your fiancé.

Thoughts about Bill were whirling around in her head as she began to have an orgasm and Jennifer whispered one last time in her ear, "I'll tell you another secret, the real things feels ten times better than this. Close your eyes and imagine Bill is inside of you and you will get an idea of how good it might be."

Michelle cried out as she closed her eyes and imagined it was Bill inside of her. She arched her back and wrapped her legs around Jennifer as she did. She realized she knew Bill wanted her all along. She knew she could have Bill any time and that scared her. Did she want Bill, she wondered. Wave after wave of pleasure ran over her body until it was over. Jennifer pulled out and that was it. Jennifer kissed Michelle on the lips and told her she hoped she enjoyed it.

Soon after that Jennifer climbed on top of me and began riding my cock. Her expert hands manipulated my balls so well that I came almost immediately and it was over. Michelle asked if I was satisfied and I joking asked her he same question. We said goodbye to Jennifer and it was over. 

Later that night Michelle and I made love, but instead of thinking of me Michelle couldn't help but think about Bill. Jennifer had planted Bill's seed inside of her, a seed that would grow inside of my fiancé for weeks to come.

The next week Michelle asked Bill why he hadn't told her about Jennifer. He apologized and suggested he didn't think it was relevant. Michelle couldn't explain why it was and they dropped the matter. Bill knew what had happened, he had choreographed the entire encounter and he was playing it cool.

Bill knew Michelle's birthday was coming up in a couple of months and he would bide his time until the perfect moment.

Two weeks before her birthday he asked her what she was doing to celebrate. Michelle told him she didn't have any plans. He then proposed an idea. Since I had a threesome on my birthday why shouldn't she have one too? He continued to explain that since she had been a virgin upon meeting me SHE might very well be the one to regret not having more experiences. Perhaps there was something she was missing that she might regret for the rest of her life. Didn't she want to be sure?

Michelle told him he was crazy and Bill dropped the matter until the next day. He worked on her for a week. By the week of her birthday she suggested that it was too late to find someone anyway so he might as well drop the matter. Bill smiled and offered that he would be willing to be part of a threesome with the two of us. Michelle wasn't surprised at the offer; in fact she expected it sooner. She was surprised that she actually wanted to do it. She wanted to have sex with Bill.

She didn't want Bill to know what he already knew, but eventually she accepted his offer. She would tell me the good news that night.

Michelle explained what she wanted to do, but conveniently left out the "who". I was against the idea, but how could I object when I had fucked another women in our bed just a few months earlier. She explained we could get this out of our systems once and for all prior to getting married.

I finally relented. On the evening of her birthday she was getting ready in our room when the doorbell rang. I opened the door and couldn't believe Bill was standing there. What the Fuck! I thought to myself. I could feel my face getting red and I was summoning up the courage NOT to punch him in the face. He was a good foot taller than me and a lot thicker so I was smart not to take him on. 

Michelle had heard the door and stepped out of our room wearing nothing but a belly chain and a pair of five inch 'fuck me' pumps. Bill almost ran me over as he walked to our bedroom door to greet her. He kissed her on the lips and grabbed her shoulders as he told her how amazing she looked.

She backed up into the bedroom as Bill began to undress. She was helping him, leaving me to undress myself. By the time his underwear was off she had his massive and erect penis in her hands. It was as big as the strap-on Jennifer had worn. Bill knew what she was thinking, but he didn't let on. He asked her if she was ready. 

Michelle told him she was and she climbed backward on the bed. He followed her. I walked around the side of the bed and sat there awkwardly not really knowing what to do. I certainly wasn't going near Bill. Michelle handed Bill one of my condoms and he struggled to put it on. It was a perfect fit for me, but evidently he wears a larger size. He finally managed to get it on and then he began kissing her. They kissed for two or three minutes until I noticed he began rubbing the condom wrapped tip of his penis against her vagina. She was very wet and soon he began sliding his massive penis inside of her. 

Michelle couldn't believe she was here. She looked over at me and then down at my own erection and wrapped her hands around my penis. She began giving me a handjob as she looked back at Bill. She knew Bill had maneuvered her here, she respected his tenacity and she was flattered by his interest in her. He could have any woman he wanted, but he had gone to great lengths to get her here in bed today despite the fact that her fiancé was sitting next to her. He knew she would have never cheated on me and he managed to get her in bed with her honor in tact.

Bill slid his penis farther and farther inside of her. She could barely take him, but she managed to spread her legs, tilt her pelvis and arch her back enough so that he fit inside of her. She didn't realize it, but she let go of my penis so she could hold on to Bill so that he wouldn't hurt her. She remembered what Jennifer had said; it really did feel ten times better. 

I couldn't help but get turned on seeing my fiancé in sheer ecstasy and I began to masturbate next to them. Bill looked at me and smiled. I felt like throwing up, but I had to make the best of this for Michelle -- it was her birthday. 

Bill was a good lover. He was gentle and powerful at the same time. He knew when to speed up and when to slow down. He kept her at the edge of orgasm after orgasm letting her down at just the right time. Sweat was beading around her head, over her breasts and arms. She was glistening in the dim light as Bill fucked her like no one had before. Michelle had never cum so hard or perspired so much when we made love.

Bill groaned and began moving a little faster. Bill's muscles became tense as I watched his penis piston in and out of Michelle. About the same time I noticed that Bill's condom had broken and the remains were left at the base of his penis. Michelle had missed a few of her pills over the past few weeks and there was a small chance she could get pregnant. We had been using condoms ourselves as a result. I calmly told Michelle and Bill that the condom had broken and that he should put on a new one. I fished one out of the nightstand and handed it to Michelle. I could feel a little semen begin leaking out of my penis as she took it out of my fingers.

She took it and held it out to Bill. He wasn't stopping. Lifting her legs he began fucking her faster and faster. With the condom in her fingertips she grabbed his shoulders and held on for dear life. I was rubbing my cock as I realized he was going to cum inside of my fiancé. Bill was out of breath and asked Michelle if it was okay if he came. I let go of my penis and put my hand on her shoulder to try to bring some sense to her. She looked at me and reached for my penis. She began jerking it and tightened her legs around Bill as he continued to impale her. He yelled out that he was coming and Michelle squeezed hard on my penis causing me to ejaculate at the same time. 

Bill was filling her with his semen. It was unlikely she was fertile, but Michelle called out to him that she could feel his semen inside of her. She quietly coaxed him on to, "cum, cum, cum inside of me."

Then it was over. Bill gave her a quick kiss on the lips and went to take a shower. Michelle looked at me and asked if I had enjoyed it. She then asked me for one final thing. She wanted me to eat her pussy, to clean Bill's semen out of her. I told her I wouldn't but she kept begging until finally I gave in. I started slowly and quickly realized it didn't taste that bad. Michelle loved it, although she kept repeating the same phrase, "I can't believe you are eating his cum out of me."

I couldn't help but wonder how Michelle would be able to go to work the next day? How could she ever see him again after what I had just witnessed. Then I realized the real question was how was she going to stay with me after what had just happened.

[to be continued]



Fiancée



WARNING: This material includes DD/lg play. All parties 18+.

*****

I look him in the eyes, a man I barely know, yet here I am, just him and I, in his bedroom. I see it in his eyes, in his body language, he wants me desperately. He needs me. And I know, deep down I can't say no to this, I crave it. I need it. So I take a deep breath, and close the door.

I turn, his mouth just out of reach of mine, inviting, but not pushing. I lean in, closing the kiss, his hand on the back of my head, gently pulling me closer. Nervous, I kiss him gently. I feel his other hand on my back, slowly moving down. Reaching my ass, he grabs it, pulling me closer. His lips trace down my neck, and back up to my ear where he pauses to nibble. He trails kisses down my neck, this time pausing to bite. A whimper escapes my lips, and I aggressively pull him closer. 

"Harder?" he offers.

I nod, gripping him tighter. His teeth sinking deeper into my flesh, I press my lips together trying to hold back a moan. He continues trailing kisses down to my breasts, holding my back he pulls my chest toward him, kissing, licking, biting. He whispers between kisses: "I need you." "Please." "Let me taste you."

Getting more and more aroused, I get more aggressive. I yank the back of his hair, forcing him back, he moans, caught completely off guard. I let go and pull my shirt over my head, he grins and follows my lead. I haven't even pulled my pants off and he's got his hands all over me again, his warm touch pulling me even closer to him. He pushes me backward onto his bed, and pulls my pants off. Standing over me I can see the hunger in his eyes, the need to devour my body. 

He gets to his knees and slowly spreads my legs, kissing up my thigh as he does. He kisses the outside of my panties, teasing me, then trails kisses down the other leg, and I know he is going to take his sweet time. 

And so right, I am, when he continues this several more times. But then he stops, and stands over me once again. But instead of moving closer, he takes a step back, and pulls out his phone. 

Wait. What? His phone? What is he... 

"What are you...?"

He smiles and hands me the phone, and even before I look down at the screen I know. And I look down to see my suspicions confirmed. My fiancée. His number already dialed, and is just waiting for me to make the last move. 

I look up and see him smiling, arms crossed, waiting. And I know he won't continue until my man picks up that phone. 

So I hit dial, and hold the phone up to my ear, looking up at him as I do. A grin spreads across his face, and I feel butterflies in my stomach. 

"Hey" I hear the familiar voice in my ear. 

"Hi." And he's back between my legs, pulling off, my panties. 

"What's up?" 

I panic; I don't even know what to say to him. "I...uh, missed you."

"I missed you to. Everything alright?" I gasp, he's shoved his tongue deep into me, devouring me. "What? What's wrong?"

"Um... um... I..." He laughs. He's laughing. "What's so funny?" I pant. 

"Oh angel, it's only fun when you at least try to hide it. Come on, have a good conversation with Daddy while it happens."

So we do. Well, I try, and he says things like "C'mon princess, I know you can do better than that." And when I stop responding and I'm panting he knows, I can't hold back any longer, I hear "I want to hear you come for him," sending me over the edge, exploding into his mouth. 

"I'm going to hang up now, but when you get home I want a full, very detailed recap."

I manage a "Yes, Daddy" before I come again. And again, and again. 

Now I'm begging for a breather. And a few minutes I'm given, before he gives me so many more orgasms I'm quickly begging for another breather. But this time he lies beside me. 

He tucks my hair behind my ear and whispers how beautiful I am, I smile at him. "It would be a privilege to fuck you."

"Would it? Well I guess you've earned it." I turn to kiss him. "Fuck me" I whisper.

He did not need to be asked twice. A moment later he was slowly stretching me, my nails digging into his shoulders, my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside me. I lost track of everything, well on my way to another orgasm, and his long-anticipated one. 

Digging my nails further into his flesh, and now adding my teeth to the mix, we both come hard. 

When my heart rate goes back to normal, I pull myself up; give him a kiss, and dress. I turn to leave but he's standing inches from me, I give him another kiss, a smile, he grins back. And we part. 

I take my time getting home, wondering how to put it all into words.