3 comments/ 13551 views/ 4 favorites Frankie (Female) Meets Randy By: Egmont Grigor CHAPTER 1 BACKGROUND: Jack and Jill Hill have five married children and Frankie. Frankie has stringy hair, wears glasses, still suffers the occasional skin eruption, had been a straight 'A' student and her given name is Frances. * * * Unknown to Frankie Hill, the big worry for her parents, siblings and many of the extended family was her parents turning sixty within the next twelve months and having a 30-year old child still living at home. Really appalling for Jack and Jill was the thought of entering married quarters in a retirement facility in a few years with a child still living with them. They would be ridiculed. But Frankie had no problem with sticking around home. Her stock and intelligent reply was, "Why leave home when you're happy?" Privately Jill fretted that Frankie might leave home and then who would do most of the cooking, the washing and ironing? And Frankie's weekly payment for food and lodgings was generous. The parents had long given up scrapping over which one of them was responsible for calling Frances Frankie. The origins had been lost in time and none of the kids could remember. The other kids had names that appeal like Ellen, Harry, Jackson, Elizabeth and Wendy-Lou, the pretty one of the family. Privately each of the other children was happy about Frankie living at home. Their mom was forgetful including over the timely payment of bills and habitually throwing away payment reminders thinking she'd paid that bill, and with Frankie she had support when she was worried about the threat of war in Europe or the rising price of food. Frankie was always there when their father called for Frankie to come and drive him home because he was so drunk he couldn't find the car (their mom didn't drive) or to be with him when mom was away visiting either of the grandmothers because he was hopeless staying on his own. With Frankie also away he'd expect someone else to feed the cat and would use the best china and wash it in the dishwasher and wouldn't get to work on time and would sometimes want all the kids home because he was missing Jill and Frankie. Then one day it happened: Frankie met Randy. It wasn't one of those explosive meetings, like in the films, where they met in the library and 'bang' they were suddenly having sex on a reading desk much to the amusement of everyone else in the library except elderly blind women (in the audio books section). But they did meet in the library. "Excuse me that was an impolite thing to do." "What was?" "Passing wind with a garlic odor." The guy said he did not. Frankie said he did. The embarrassed guy seated opposite them got up and left, emitting an explosive fart that practically shook the reading room. Frankie and the guy seated next to her howled in laughter and the supervisor, obviously with no sense of humor, pointed to the SILLENCE sign (spelling isn't a strong point of library staff) and when the laughter continued she evicted them. Frankie and the guy stood outside, mirth wiped from their faces and holding their expulsion card that stated they were banned from returning until February 30. Frankie and the guy looked at one another after looking at the date again and burst out laughing and acknowledged it was unfair to believe that supervisor had no sense of humor; at least she had a warped sense of humor. "Coffee?" said the guy. Frankie automatically said 'yes please' whenever anyone said 'coffee' ending with a voice rise, indicating a question. As the guy had already taken her arm to assist her across the street as if she were a 30-year old geriatric she offered no resistance. "It's a lovely day?" He frowned. "What? It's raining." She smiled and said where would Earthlings be without rain. He momentarily looked surprised and nodded in agreement, almost leading her into the path of an on-coming cab. "Oh Christ, sorry," he said as they leapt back at the strident blast of the vehicle's horn. "Accepted. That was more dangerous than the blast of that fart." Frankie had to help the poor guy finish crossing the street; he was almost doubled up laughing. He recovered and standing outside the coffee house said, "What's your name babe?" "I'm getting wet. Inside." Frankie couldn't believe it. For the first time in her life a guy had called her babe. "I'm Frankie Hill, an itinerant music teacher and part-time professional violinist." "Oh hi Frankie. I'm Randy Lewis." "Hi Randy. Get the coffee; I'll grab a table." "Wait, why didn't you laugh or recoil in horror?" "What at your name?" "Yes." "We have a family called Lewis living right opposite us." "No I mean Randy. Women either laugh with embarrassment or recoil in horror." "There's no accounting for ignorance Randy. I really don't think all guys called Randy think they are randy no more that all guys named Allan think they are a rock, or Branson's think they are a sword or all Michael's believe they are god-like." "You're different." "And you're making me wait for coffee." Randy grinned and went off, returning with a cappuccino for her and am expresso. She smiled, showing great teeth and pushed her chest forward and watched Randy tilt the tray dangerously. "Is that cinnamon or chocolate?" "Chocolate." "Ah, good man. You pass the test in producing my favorite coffee." "The truth is I didn't. At the counter I realized I hadn't taken your order so I asked the woman. She looked over at you and said, 'Cappuccino with chocolate is a safe bet for that young lady sir'." "Well done and that suggests you are both resourceful and honest." "Are those the qualities you like in men?" "Well, the truth is since I left college there haven't been men in my life in terms of dates. My fellow teachers are predominantly female and the females in my orchestra are a bit over three for every male." Randy smiled. "With a name like mine I've also had a drought. The name used to be very popular in the 1950s and 1960s but since then more and more people associate the name with the mainly foreign slang usage taking the meaning lascivious or lecherous. Mothers take a stand against me with a name like that and their daughters dutifully back off me." "Oh you poor guy. I suppose like me your stringy hair and wearing glasses doesn't help either. Would you like to date me?" "Well yes; that was the idea of inviting you to coffee. I was attempting to seize the moment but shyness seized me instead." "So an artful farter is responsible for getting you to this point?" "Er yes. You have a direct way of expressing yourself Frankie. Is your real name Frances?" "It was, but I have long since adopted Frankie and it's the name on my passport, driver license and legal documents. Please don't call me Frances." "I won't and don't you call me Ran like my family does. I consider my given name is Randy and that's it." "Oooh. That's taking a stand Randy; I like it." Randy stirred his coffee, the movement being unnecessary because he hadn't taken sugar. "May I get you food?" "No thanks. I watch my weight very carefully. Lose that fight and because of all my other faults I'm dead." "What about your other great assets?" Interested to learn what Randy had noticed, Frankie looked away to reduced the embarrassment he faced and said, "Great assets?" "Yes, your teeth, your brain, your breasts and your legs, for example." Frankie felt giddy. She squeaked, "My breasts?" "Oh god, did I say that. I just meant to say teeth and intelligence." "Well you didn't." "No, sorry." "How on earth did you have time to notice my legs?" "When we were ejected from the library; I followed you out." "Ah, yes. My memory wind-back missed that. It only covered from outside the library until I was seated here. I noticed you almost tipped the tray when you peered at my breasts." "Peered." "Gazed, stared, gaped, gawked, looked, viewed, watched, ogled, eyeballed – ah perhaps not gaped, they're not quite in that league." "I-I'm sorry." "Well I'm not. I look forward to the time you ask to see them." "I have to go Frankie. My mom and dad expect me to arrive home when they expect me. If I don't they worry that local youths may be stoning me again and chanting Randy, Candy, Mandy, masturbator." "Buy a gun Randy." "What?" "Ignore that Randy. It was just a random thought." Randy looked concerned. "Aren't you put off by what street Trolls call me?" "No." "Do you really think I need to pack a gun?" "Actually I think taking the more passive reaction and call on the police to crack down on street Trolls as you call them could possibly be more productive and avoid you illegally gunning down street Trolls." "You have a way about you Frankie. Um, before I take you out mom will have to approve of it. I know I'm thirty-one but I live at home and mom makes the rules." "It's called Home Rule Randy and I also live under it. Here's my card. Call me about meeting mother." * * * As arranged, Randy met Frankie at the rail station. They shook hands like two guys so Frankie reached up and kissed him. Randy said 'Gosh' as his glasses fogged. He lived three stations out from the central business district. As they reached the corner of his street four Trolls appeared from nowhere and circled them chanting, "Oh Randy Dandy has found a Fucky Ducky." "Cut it out guys. Call me names but you be respectful to my lady or you'll be sorry." "Oh yeah," snarled a guy, throwing a pebble hard and close range and it hit the shoulder padding on Randy's suit jacket. Frankie charged, swinging her handbag and smashed the lout's glasses against his face, twisting the frames. "You bitch." Frankie kneed him in the lower gut and he went down gasping. The other Trolls bolted. Frankie helped the guy to his feet. He was still gasping and very white. "Lay off my fiancé and tell your buddies that. If I find you have disobeyed me I'll come after you with a .45 loaded with soft-nose bullets and gut-shoot you, understand?" The guy groaned and vomited, Frankie ducking behind him and pushing him down into the mess. "I-I can't believe it," Randy said as they walked off. "Well please forget it Randy. It's a bad example for you to follow but street-teasing for me stopped when I stood up to the mother-fuckers, girls included." "Do girls really...." Randy tailed off. "You are not very worldly are you Randy? Perhaps you better let my go and find a more refined female." "No, no. I want you." "Oooh Randy," Frankie said, grabbing and kissing him. Disapproval was all over the face of Randy's mother as she stood on the porch, arms folded over her flat chest. "Good evening Mrs Lewis, your spring bulbs are looking wonderful. I see daffodils, freesia and um, I'm afraid that's where I stop." "Oh hello. I'm pleased flowers interest you. I also have hyacinths, crocus, tulips, glory lilies and ranunculus in my garden, not all coming on together." "Of course not. I understand. But they are coming along when there's not much other color in the garden, right? At least that's what my gran taught me." "Oh my gran taught me more about gardening than anyone else. My mom was just not interested." "My mom prefers to buy cut flowers. This modern trend is such a pity for people who do have gardens." "Oh come in dear. Randy please do your duty and introduce us." Later that evening as the train approached the station Randy worried, "Are you really okay traveling alone?" "Of course I am Randy. It's you walking home that I'm worries me." "Trolls have removed themselves from my street corner, at least for the moment thanks to you. M-may I kiss you?" "Of course you can. I was fearful that wasn't on your mind." "Oh that's on my mind along with other things. Oh god, why did I say that?" "Just kiss me Randy. And walking home think about working up to those other things." They locked in a wonderful kiss and Frankie just made the train before the doors closed. The girls Frankie tutored were the first to notice changes in her; her parents were the last. Comments at students taking violin lessons included, "You are wearing nail polish Miss" and "You have had something done to your hair Miss. Mom says your hair care is appa something." "Appalling?" "Yes Miss. That's what mom said." Randy and Frankie were soon visiting the library again. The afternoon they returned the supervisor who'd tossed them out and red-carded them appeared not to recognize them, but grinned. The duo was now into holding hands. Frankie touched Randy's heavy-framed glasses and asked, "Do you want to look like a nuclear physicist rather than a modern guy around town?" "I-I don't know." "Well you should know. Damn it Randy, these things are important even to an assistant accountant." "Well I don't know." "But I do." "Well yes, I ought to have guessed that. I suppose you want me to change to pink frames?" "Oh very droll dear. I was thinking rimless glasses." "God they're expensive." "Of course. Good things tend to be expensive Randy. If I change to rimless will you?" "Yes, of course." "Oh excellent. And we may as well look for a couple of Italian-style suits for you at the same time. I'll look for tighter and shorter skirts. You told me when you first met me I had lovely legs." "I did but haven't seen much of them since then." "Would you like that omission remedied?" "Yes, very much so." "Then let's go away for a weekend." Randy's jaw almost hit the book on the table in front of him. Frankie knew he'd scramble out of this if he could. She looked across at the supervisor who smiled and winked at her. "When did you last have sex Randy?" He coughed and mumbled something. "What was that? How many years ago?" "A bit over ten months." "It may fall off if you don't use it Randy." Randy blushed hugely. "Shut your mouth Frankie. People can hear us." "Tell me Randy, what affect will that have on our lives?" Frankie whispered. He whispered back, "What, having sex or people hearing us?" "I like it when you're standing up for yourself. I ought to have whacked you one for telling me to shut my mouth but I went all soft and smiley and could feel my pussy twitching." "Frankie, please. Shut up." "I'll whisper this and gradually my voice will become louder as I repeat the request. "Randy, please take me somewhere for a naughty weekend. Randy, please..." "Yes Frankie soon. Now please shut up." "Oh darling, now my nipples are rising. Want to see them? Oh Frankie, don't turn purple like that. I'll shut up." Frankie and Randy had their eyes tested and Randy was told he only required glasses for close reading. He had no idea why he'd been wearing them continuously. They both loved their look in their new glasses and Randy was rather disappointed when Frankie made him put his glasses in the case and pocket it before they walked out to the street. Frankie told him he appeared to be walking taller and Randy straightened even more. Two afternoons later they met after Randy finished work and he boggled. Frankie had been fitted for new bras and her breasts now rode higher and appeared to be even more prominent. She was also in a new black skirt and near sheer black stockings. "Oh my, you look gorgeous." "So said some of my students and some of the females teachers and a couple of the guys appeared to see me for the first time. This is a sample of what you'll get when you take me away my potential lover." Randy, well into training, didn't attempt to look around before replying. "Will I need condoms?" But his head swung around wildly when Frankie smirked and said, "Only if you're thinking of going in the backdoor." "Christ Frankie, you'll get us arrested. Don't talk so loud." Frankie marched him over to a women's hair salon. "Barbers cut my hair." "Not this time. This is my hairdresser Maria. Your appointment is with her." "Hello Randy. Call me Maria. Frankie tells me you're taking her away for a hot weekend soon." The entire salon fell quiet. Maria and Frankie grabbed hands, blocking Randy's escape. "Yeah, we're thinking of nature walks in the wild," he said, and sat in the chair and attempted to pull the protective sheet over his head. Maria gave him a layered razor cut, creating some shape at the back of his head and cutting the top quite short. She finished by shaving his neck. "God Randy, I could take you away for a weekend myself," Maria said, looking at her work proudly. "Now you must use this product I've used to give your hair apparent bulk. The instructions are on the pack." "Darling," Frankie cooed, touching the side of his hair lightly, "You're the man." Randy called Frankie after she finished school next day sounding very excited. "The CEO called me in to his office a few minutes ago. He's elevated me to senior accountant status with a raise and congratulated me for my new look and what he called my sharper attitude. Then the fool asked me had I got a new woman." "I see and what did you say. Told him off for being unprofessional I suppose?" "No, I said, 'Rick, as a matter of fact I have; a real honey' and he said then hold on to her son. Then he floored me. He said the chief accountant retires at the end of the year and I'm in the running to fill the position." "Oh darling, congratulations. I'm so proud of you. Let's book into a hotel tonight and I'll give you a reward... or two." "Mom would never forgive me if I did that." "Oh dear." "Look let's go away for the weekend after next but this weekend I want to meet your parents. If they don't appear to approve of me I'll not take you away." "Oh dear." "Don't worry Frankie, I'll do all the right things." Frankie asked her mom could Randy come for lunch on Sunday. "Ah, so we get to meet this guy of yours at last." "Yes mom." "A guy like Randy will be a weed and feminine. I'll lunch out," said her father but Jill shrieked "Jack, stop teasing your daughter; apologize or there's no sex for your tonight." "What, you guys still have sex?" Frankie said, mouth agape. Her mom ran from the room crying "Oh no, oh no" and Jack told Frankie she shouldn't upset her mom like that. "She wanted to keep that a secret from you kids." "I'll not tell anyone. Dad, I'm really proud to learn that you can still maintain an erection." Her father smirked and told her to go wash her mouth out with carbolic soap. They shared a great laugh, unaware Jill was in the bedroom inviting all the kids for lunch on Sunday. When Frankie was informed about that she called Randy who said that was okay. "I'll get it all over with in one bang." "Oh, I thought that was what I'm to get next weekend?" Frankie expected to be told not to be so coarse but Randy laughed and told her if she thought she would get only one bang she was in for a surprise. "Oooh." His easy laugh made her feel very sexy. CHAPTER 2 Jack, his sons, sons and Randy were drinking beer on the back porch while the females where in the kitchen helping Jill and Frankie with the food. With the grandchildren, there were twenty-six people for the buffet lunch. "God, he's so sexy and handsome. How the hell did you manage to land him?" asked Wendy-Lou, who'd also noticed Randy was the tallest of the men and the best dressed in a black shirt, cream pants and snazzy Italian shoes. "Oh in the library and then he's just come out of his shell," Frankie said vaguely. "And my god, look at you," said Jackson's wife Priscilla. "I've never seen your hair looking so good and you now have sprouted the best tits of us all, even better than Wendy-Lou." "Oh these things happen," Frankie said vaguely. Elizabeth asked if Randy wanted her to revert to being Frances and was told no, Frankie (Female) Meets Randy Ellen asked, "How many times a day are you lovebirds doing it?" Even Jill stopped filling salad rolls to listen to the reply. "We haven't done it yet. That's why Randy is here today, to see if our parents approve of him." "Ohmigod, you want dad and me to take on that responsibility?" "Cut the drama mom," Frankie smiled. "Just let him know slyly if you approve of him. If not say nothing. Alternatively tell me." "In my day if he'd come calling on me I'd dropped my pants in a flash," Jill said, and they all roared with laughter. Late afternoon after everyone else had gone Randy stood with Frankie ready to leave. Jill kissed him and thanked him for coming and said he'd fitted in so well and had been so pleasant. "We'd like you to call again." "Well thank you Mrs Hill, Randy said, hugging her and patting her back. "Yeah, come back armed with more of those subtle jokes; my pants started falling off I was shaking in laughter so much." "That's kind of you Jack," Randy said, shaking hands. Frankie and Jill exchanged glances, knowing that Jack had invited Randy to call him Jack. Obviously he approved of the visitor and had done so in unusually short time. "You have your answer," Jill whispered, as she kissed Frankie goodbye. Her father hugged her hard and said loudly, "Well you guys enjoy the movie and dinner. I hope to see you back here again soon Randy." In the cab Frankie told Randy how impressed her family had been of him. "Even Wendy-Lou who usually behaves oddly towards other men. She thinks there is no man comparable to her Andrew." "Andrew is very pleasant and comes from a wealthy family I believe. Wendy-Lou told me that. Andrew only told me he was an architect." "Yes, well Wendy-Lou puts on pretences. She always has and can be such a bitch at times. I'm so glad my parents approve of you. So, are we away this weekend? Oh no, damn – it's the last Saturday of the month. We have a music workshop for the entire orchestra." "That's fine, we'll go the next week. Come on, don't look so glum." Frankie pulled his hand on to her left boob and held it there. "I just want sex," she whispered and tongued Randy. He coped rather well. * * * Senior personnel at Randy's firm had a two-day seminar at the Royal Hart Hotel on Tuesday and Wednesday and that included accommodation on Tuesday night. He'd asked Frankie to drop in for a late drink but she declined, saying she was catering for a dinner for her parents and friends. An inexplicable feeling of dread hit Randy when he came face-to-face with Wendy-Lou in the hotel foyer and she grinned and said she'd noticed his name on the conference guest list. She added brightly, "I've put you in a room next to mine." "How on earth could you manage to do that?" "I'm the hotel's conference coordinator. I work on contract and sleepover when I have a conference." "Oh I see. That makes sense." "Let's have a drink tonight after your conference dinner?" "Okay, which bar?" "Um, I'll let you know." Wendy-Lou kissed him fleetingly and Randy's CEO noticed that and said later, "I see you know Andrew Barrington-Holmes' wife rather well." "Yes, had lunch with them on Sunday in fact." "Indeed? I think we should be directing more senior clients your way." What the hell was that about Randy thought and then grinned. Frankie would tell him it was the prelude to a partnership offer. Wendy-Lou was hovering at the dinner and spoke to most the conference delegates including Randy and others at his table but didn't communicate about having that drink. As dinner and the two speeches ended formalities for the night he was invited to the bar but declined and went to his room. He knocked on the internal door connecting to the adjoining room, assuming it to be Wendy-Lou's and had consumed sufficient wine not to feel nervous. The door opened the Wendy-Lou stood there, partly dressed. She smiled hugely and kissed him plumb on the mouth and turning said airily, "How lovely you came up early." "It's okay." "I apologize for being half-dressed." "It's okay. You have tight buns," Randy said thoughtlessly. "Oh do you think so? Then I'll just take this stupid little red tie off and unbutton this shirt a bit and stay like that. You won't mind will you?" "Of course not," Randy said, and only then realized Wendy-Lou wasn't wearing panties. He swallowed, deeply." She poured him a glass of champagne. The only button on her shirt not done up was the very bottom one. Randy resolved if she said it was hot in the room and began taking off her shirt and bra he was out of there. But she didn't. Instead she sat in the chair opposite Randy and crossed her legs. Those legs appeared to go on forever. Randy wasn't sure if he'd realized just how much leg a woman had above her knees. Of course he was looking at thigh up to the hipbone. "You are looking at my legs. Do you like them?" "Um, sure," Randy said defensively. Wendy-Lou said, "Oh come on Randy, relax. I'm not out to seduce you." Relieved, Randy did his best to relax and succeeded rather well. "You are the most attractive of the sisters and sisters." "Oh Randy, how observant you are. I think that too, she says immodestly," Wendy-Lou said giggling. "Are you enjoying fucking my sister?" Randy couldn't understand why she'd say that, but alarm bells were ringing in his head. "We, um, are not quite into that yet." "Oh come on Randy. All women like being fucked. What's the holdup?" "W-we are working up to it." He thought no way would he tell her about the planned weekend away. "I thought the dinner went very well, didn't you? The speakers were mercifully short." Ah she was away from sex, realizing at last he just wasn't interested. "Yes and it was excellent catering by the hotel." "Oh thank you very much. Do I have good legs darling?" Randy couldn't believe it. Wendy-Lou was holding up a leg and outwards. He could see her pussy, with very little hair around it. He ought to tell her he could see it. Or did she want him to see it? He tried to keep calm. "Your legs are beautiful Wendy-Lou – long and shapely and I better be going." "Oh no darling. This bottle is open. We must finish it. Come over and I'll top up your glass." Randy was reluctant to stand up. Looking at the shapely legs and then pussy had given him a boner. "Come over darling. Don't be embarrassed if you are sporting an erection. I like to see that in men." Yeah he bet she did, Randy thought. He stood and her eyes fixed on his crotch and her smile widened. He said informatively, "I wear glasses to read and sometimes stutter." "Oh do you darling," she said without saying what an extraordinary statement he'd just blurted. "You'll only want glasses with me if looking for pussy hair. I have most removed." "You don't mind displaying your pussy to me?" "No darling; I regard pussy as one of my best features." "But you hide your breasts." "Well darling; we're not all perfect. I required padding." It was just too much for Randy. He felt the need to put her down, to um de-sex her. "They you won't be interested in me. I like big tits." "Yes, my little sister's big ones. I wondered if that were the attraction," Wendy-Lou said, filling his glass. "Sit on my knee Randy." "No." "Very well. Go back to your chair." She put down his glass, held out both legs and began fingering herself. She sucked her fingers and Randy felt disgusted and his erection subsided. He gulped down his drink and began to leave. Wendy-Lou sneered, I'm disappointed in you." "Well under the circumstances I'm proud of myself." He saw much of her fist disappear into her pussy and she began to sob. Randy didn't return a couple of calls from Frankie and on his first day back at the office she tricked him by using the office line and not giving her name. "You haven't called me back." "Who is speaking?" "Frankie you idiot." "Oh." "Well?" Randy told her what had happened. "Ohmigod, my fucking sister the slut. And now you feel used and abused and unable to face me?" "Something like that." "Oh you poor man. Look, meet me at O'Reilly's bar at 6:30 and then I'm taking you to dinner." "Okay." "A big more enthusiasm would be appreciated." "Yes, I look forward to that. Really I do Frankie. This has knocked me out of my comfort zone." "Well I'll work on that over time. I'm just so happy you didn't succumb to that bitch." "Let's remember she's your sister Frankie." "Oh I'll get it sorted. Then we can all start again." They ended the call and Randy wondered what Frankie had meant by she'd get it sorted. Frankie came into the dimly lit bar wearing sunglasses. Randy hugged and kissed her and asked, "What's with the shades?" Frankie grinned and took off the dark glasses, showing a very swollen eye already turning black. "I had it out with the bitch and thought I was quick but obviously not quick enough because she landed me a beauty. But I finally belted her down and kicked her between the legs." Randy looked around nervously and saw people nearby were listening, so groaned and shrugged. "She'll not bother you again. I called Andrew and he came and took her to Accident and Emergency to have the cut lip stitched. It shouldn't scar but will be fucking painful for her. When Andrew arrived she cried that she hoped I'd forgive her and then blubbered to Andrew what she'd done. He smacked me on the ass affectionately and said thanks and I could see he really meant it." "Wow." "Are you pleased with me?" "Very. I believe you have affected permanently resolution and only hope she'll be back talking to us again in time." "She will. Blood runs thicker than semen from a mindless fuck." The people listening laughed and Randy found himself joining in. He kissed Frankie and said, "Well done... you're a champion... a tough bitch but a champion." "Oooh," Frankie said, dragging Randy's hand on to a boob. Getting away as planned to the cabin Randy had rented for the weekend ended in a huge upset when Frankie was called an hour before they were due to pick up the hire car and leave. Almost in tears she said she was pleading for understanding. "I felt obliged to fill in for Jocelyn who has been stricken with food poisoning. All other violinists have engagements but me. Spring weddings make it a busy time. But you go." "No." "Yes, it will be a break for you from the city. There are no refunds at this late hour. Take someone." "Who, Wendy-Lou?" "Although you're disappointed," Frankie said, "at least you have your humor operating. When are your parents due home?" "About another couple of hours." "Then let's do it; I' on my way." "No." "Randy, I can't go on week after week and not get it." "Okay." They undressed, in great spirits. Randy slurped one of her tits and she gave him a couple of tentative tugs. He then lifted her on to his dick and with Frankie groaning she was not moist enough he bent over on to the sofa, still connected and began drilling her. The slap, slap indicated natural lube had come to Frankie's rescue. Randy suddenly tensed and then began convulsing into her. "Is that all?" Frankie complained. "We fucked didn't we?" "Yes be where was all the gentle foreplay rising in tempo?" "What's foreplay?" "Oh god," Frankie wailed. "And I didn't get off." "Here... I'll do it with my fingers." Frankie sighed and said at least that was something. * * * Randy stopped at the store as the Mullins had instructed, half a mile from their cabin. "Yes darling? I haven't seen you here before," said the dark-eyed 40-year-old with two noticeable features and she caught Randy staring. "I need food." "Oh yes, what kind of food? We have dog biscuits..." "Um for me to eat." "Oh darling, you do know how to cook do you?" "I think so." "On a gas stove?" "What's that? My girlfriend is a great cook but she had to stay back in the city." "Where are you heading for darling?" "It's the Mullin's cabin." "Oh are you Randy Lewis?" "Yes, how did you know?" "I'm Patti Mullins, the Mullin's eldest daughter. Look, I close at 4.30. Tell me what you eat and I'll bring it up and cook it for you." "Okay. That sounds great. Why don't you stay for dinner as well and bring you husband and family?" "My children are away at college and my husband went to the city for a boy's drunken weekend." "Oh, sounds fun." "I suggest you ask my husband that late Sunday if you're still here. Well off with you. I'll select a weekend pack for you. You can pay me on delivery. You can take a six-pack of beer now." "I'd rather take wine. I don't drink beer." "Oooh, my kind of guy. Here you are – two bottles should get you going. There's not much to do up there – no TV." "What do I do?" "Be creative young man; be creative. There are tons of books as mum and dad are avid readers. I stock jerk magazines if you want them?" "What are jerk magazines?" "Ohmigod, you don't know do you?" "Explain and perhaps I do know." The woman laughed and said magazines full of tits and pussy to masturbate over. "I hope they are not second-hand books," Randy said earnestly. The woman laughed hysterically and he left, waving goodbye as she wiped tears from her eyes. Randy settled in and was listening to light classical music when he heard a vehicle arriving with apparent ease and he sniffed, "Four-wheel-drive". He'd had great difficulty getting up the incline in the front-wheel drive sedan. He went out to greet Patti and help carry in the supplies. Plain, with blotchy facial skin indicating no make-up, she eyed him coolly. "I'm doing nothing until opening the store at 9:00 in the morning." "Great, let's get this in a have a couple of drinks. I'd appreciate company." They sat in the lounge chairs looking out the picture window down the valley. The far hills were under misty rain. Out of the blue Patti said, "I haven't had sex for a while." "I don't get it as often as I'd like." She sipped more wine and sighed as if giving up waiting for a more promising reply. "Do you find me attractive enough to have sex with me?" "God yes. What's your thinking?" "What's my thinking? Don't you know much about sex? You should – you look thirty." "Well some get all the babes and some rarely do. I belong to the latter unfortunate group. Look, could we have sex and you help me along, making it better for you. I've upset some women because of my 'lack of finesse' as one called it and another said. 'With you it's in-out-in-out and a big yawn'. Patti scratched under her arm and laughed. "Well now, that wasn't very flattering for you, very negative in fact. Let's go over to the sofa. Now show me what you've got." Patti sat, relaxed, one arm over the back of the sofa. Red-faced, Randy unzipped and hauled it out. "Ohmigod, those stupid women not taking you in hand...ah... not coaching you along. You have tremendous potential. I haven't had one that big up me in years. Okay, here we go. So what do you usually do now? Run the monologue as you go." Randy cleared his throat self-consciously. "I attempt to move in calmly, smiling and I say, "I'm really looking forward to this. I kiss her and then say, 'Lift you ass up will you while I get these panties off." "This is role play. I'm lifting, get them off." "But aren't you going to give me tips as we go along?" "Fuck me first, just as you try to fuck your other women. I'm surprised you get that far." "Well that's the main problem. I don't. Some moan that I rush them and use crude technique and I had one rude bitch ask didn't my mom teach me how to fuck. I ask you? I was so upset I walked out on her." "Oh dear. Now where were we?" "Lift up while I get your pants off. That's it. So I give pussy a couple of pats and shove it in like this." "Jesus!" "What's wrong?" "That was sudden and I'm rather dry." "Well that's your problem." "So you go in and out a few times and then what Randy?" "I come." "And then what?" "I pull out and wipe my dick, usually on her panties. The woman usually rolls her eyes, grabs her panties and stalks off or sits back and sulks. Why are women in such a bad mood after sex." Patti said airily, "I would think they're contemplating murder." "What?" "It doesn't matter. Zip up and I'll pull my panties back on again. Now I want you to think about this before answering. Does a woman have a stomach, tits, shoulders, lips, tongue, cheek, hair and ears?" "I see. Are you saying I don't give those parts attention?" "Yes and I can't believe a guy could have reached thirty without increasing his knowledge about that. Do you know anything about foreplay?" "I've read about women complaining about the lack of it but they don't explain what they mean. All I know is I'm eager to get a shot away and surely women are too. I hear guys scoff about women moaning about the lack of foreplay. We think it's women being nervous about having sex. God, I've had a couple of very tight fits and you'd think I was murdering those women. So, you're telling me I have to pay more attention to them before I fuck them?" "Yes Randy. That's exactly what I'm telling you. Now we are going to pour your best bedside manner on to me and it will be fifteen minutes before you get you boner into me again and if I'm lucky enough I'll be dripping and it will slide in without any problem as if it's my glove fitting your hand." "Wow, you make it sound sexy." "Thank goodness for that. There may be some hope for you." Patti taught Randy how to move in, caressing her and kissing her lightly, stroking her hair, brushing it away from her eyes and mouth and slowly, ever so slowly increasing the pressure on the passion throttle. She showed the alternatives to undoing a bra and explain how he had to talk sweet nothings and make out the breasts, the nipples and even the areola were up there with the seven wonders of the world of intimacy. "Areola?" Patti lectured on the size, shapes and colors and that he must never ridicule or even poke fun at a woman about her breasts or pussy. "What you are about to get when you get a woman in this position is as good as you're going to get in the meantime, so make the best of it. You could try to think of it being better than it is and guess who is going to be very happy about that impression gained from you?" "Your are being very helpful Patti," Randy said earnestly, while Patti holding his fat dick trembled. Focusing, she took Randy though the whole gambit and his eyes practically gyrated as he blew a huge load into her towards the end of his training session although Patti would tell him over dinner she'd call it a grooming session because he was very adept at the core fundamentals with the exception of foreplay. After a wholesome and beautifully cooked and presented meal they had coffee and then Patti said artfully, "What would you like to do now Randy?" Frankie eyed her big floppies and licked his lips. "Oh I see. Well mommy is agreeable for you fucking the night way. Yummy." Next afternoon Randy called into the store on his way home. They kissed and Patti said he must never tell anyone about his time on the mountain with her. "Your current girlfriend will not appreciated learning you have been trained by another woman, believing it to be her role, and my husband would not appreciate learning on the grapevine that his wife is a slut." "Goodbye mommy," Randy said, entwining tongues. As they came out of that he added, "You are no slut. Apart from my real mommy, you're the most influential female I've even had the pleasure of knowing." "Ohmigod," Patti said, her eyes hooding. She had Randy fuck her over the counter and they'd only just disengaged when two cars pulled up outside. Frankie (Female) Meets Randy Driving home Randy wished he hadn't fucked Patti again because he wanted to give it to Frankie full throttle but it wasn't his fault; Patti had hit on him so hard he couldn't say no. Some women appeared to be real tigresses. He called Frankie as soon he arrived, thinking he could take her somewhere and fuck her before returning the hire car but her mom said Frankie was exhausted because the wedding function continued till 2:00 am and Frankie was back at 11:00 am as a quartet playing chamber music. She asked should she get Frankie to call him but Randy said he'd call her next day. CHAPTER 3 Randy was checking Frankie's list to see which college she was teaching music that day when she called. "Hi, welcome home. How did it go?" "It's lovely hearing your voice again," he said. "Oooh. I must send you away more often. Mom said you called early evening. Sorry I was asleep but it had been a tiring weekend, but worth it financially. I kept thinking of you up at the cabin, alone and lonely." "I kept myself occupied, attempting to track deer, going for long walks. The woman at the store is the married daughter of the couple who own the cabin. She was good with instructions." "Instructions?" "I mean directions about the best walking tracks. I must tell you this. There was a handbook about sexual instruction in the cabin; I studied it intently and it would appear I have been rather thoughtless about the female's perspective." "Oh yeah? That's handy. I hope the revelations have been stored in memory?" "You'll have to wait and see, won't you? Um, what are your thoughts about sharing an apartment?" "God, that would make our respective parents both sad and yet relieved. Let's start looking after work today." "Oh great. Oh I'm so pleased you like the idea Frankie. We could have sex on the hour ever hour." "On the other hand perhaps I might think of continuing living with my parents, unmolested," she giggled. "I must go. Students await me." The excited young couple looked at four apartments early that evening and they were encouraged at what they found. They'd left Audrey their real estate salesperson with a far more detailed concept of what they wanted and she smiled and said she had two that came within that narrowed confines. They arranged to meet at 5:15 next evening. When Randy arrived with the drinks at a booth in the bar Frankie kissed him. He then said, "May I touch your pussy?" "What? No ignore that; I heard what you said. My goodness, what were they teaching you in that book?" "Not to grab at it?" "Ohmigod, that's a step forward for you. I see what this is about – general permission?" "Yes, with the knowledge you'll expect me to be discreet and not to zero in as a single hit." Frankie giggled, caught Randy's hand and placed it on her thigh as they kissed. Eventually after a while of thigh caressing as they drank and talked Randy didn't have to be told to zero in; Frankie indicated that by hitching up her skirt. "Oooh, oooh," she sighed a few moments later as a finger worked slowly to part her lips. Frankie reached for Randy and found an erection but just held it, making no attempt to play with it apart from the occasional squeeze. When she finally came she sighed and said, "That was lovely darling, so gentle. If we were in our apartment I'd fuck you right now." Randy thought proudly, well if women want is gentle and slowly he was the man. At the Realtor's office next evening as soon as they signed up for the minimum period of six months for the furnished apartment they went through the tedious details and confirmed they had checked out the lists of furnishings etc. As soon as they were handed the keys and security code, they raced off excitedly to their new home. They had sex on the carpet and went out for dinner and called their parents who'd been primed to expect the end to successful apartment hunting that evening. Both sets of parents were invited to dinner at the apartment on Friday evening and were pleased to receive the invitation so soon. Frankie took Randy's hands and said, "You were so wonderful at sex this evening; it was like being fucked by a different man." Randy pretended to frown. "Just how many guys are fucking you?" Frankie shrank in embarrassment, her face scarlet. "You fool, I was meaning this time compared with the last time you and I had sex. Tonight you played me like a violin. It was excruciatingly wonderful. Oh Randy, I do love you so." "You are on emotional overload." "Perhaps I am but I've been thinking this for some time and it was only that nagging thought that you might never be a sensitive lover that worried me. And now that doubt has evaporated." "So, it's now sex on the hour every hour?" Frankie smiled. "I was thinking once a week. However now we have set our parameters we can begin negotiations." "What if I were to toss in an engagement ring and allow you to tell your family and friends and to suggest sex once a day, would you consider that a reasonable offer?" "Oooh Randy. An engagement ring would influence me profoundly. I would be prepared to accept the ring and because you are such a darling young man, perhaps sex could be set at twice a day?" "Twice a day minimum." "Minimum is a dangerous word Randy." He grinned and looked at his watch. "Ranger's Home Store doesn't close till midnight. Let's have a steak and then go to Ranger's and buy bed linen and stuff we need for the bathroom and kitchen and settle in for a night of sex. During sex I'll talk to you about minimum while performing to the maximum." "Oooh." THE END