18 comments/ 46347 views/ 12 favorites Luchia By: The Wanderer This is an original work of fiction, written by the Wanderer. It is posted on this site with his permission I thank my LadyCibelle and Techsan for their patience, proof reading, editing skills and of course encouragement. I'd also like to add that we don't always see eye to eye; they tell me off sometimes - well quite often really. Anyway as I've been known to fiddle, after they've seen it. I take full responsibility for the content and any cock-ups in this story. My thanks must also go to Just Plain Bob. The grain of an idea for this tale formed in my head after reading one of his stories. No, don't go looking for similarities with what Bob writes, I'm pretty sure you will not find any. Well, not many! The Wanderer * Life can lead you down many strange paths. At nearly forty years old I tried a lot of them. No, I'd never been married but I had one hell of a time in my younger days. As a teenager I'd been a randy little bugger known for a high score count. In my twenties I'd turned into the office wolf and shagged my way out of several good jobs and some good relationships, if it comes to that. No, none of my relationships ran the course. We would set up house together for a while but in the end they would catch me out. You see, I had always found attractive women a challenge. Come on, I found nearly all women a challenge. Married or single, it made no difference to me. I had to experience them in bed; or rather they had to experience me. God, I'm good - well I bloody should have been with all the practice I'd had. I never though I was particularly handsome. I suppose that by some folk's standards I might not have been considered handsome at all. But what I had was "the gift of the gab" as they say and I could normally talk any bird I fancied into bed. Of course once I got her there I had the experience to keep her there. Come on, you ladies know what I'm talking about. Well, if you don't, get yourself another bed partner! Morals? Yeah I've always had morals. Well, my own interpretation of morals, that is. I have always steered well clear of my buddies' women. If she belonged to an acquaintance, that was a completely different matter. But my buddies' women were completely off limits; even if they did give me the old come-on. You see morals are a man made thing. You know, some old Git thought them up years ago and everyone else has to choose whether to live by them or not. Now me, I wrote my own moral code and I've stuck by it for most of my life. But all good things must come to an end sometime I suppose. Now I'm pushing forty and with over twenty-five years of hard living behind me beginning to show, it was like someone had turned a switch off. Suddenly my bed was empty as the younger bucks took all the best pickings. I was beginning to wonder whether I'd lost the "knack" and beginning to feel real old. Or maybe it was just that I was fed up with playing the game. I still got invited to lots of parties, but I was tending to show up less and less nowadays. If I left a party alone, people noticed. I had a reputation to uphold; in the past I always left with company. Female, of course, and you know, I would get those little knowing winks and sly smiles off of the other guys. They had all stopped now, as I usually tended to go home alone. Yeah, there were often a few disparate women about, but I had my standards. And besides, sometimes I wondered just where my life was going. There I was thirty-nine years old and with nothing to show for it. No wife, no kids, just a flat in a rather nice block. But if I kicked the bucket tomorrow, who the hell would care? ++++++++++++++++ Anyway this story really starts in a supermarket; Safeway, to be precise, right by one of the frozen food cabinets. There I was sorting through the instant microwave dinners. No, I never have been much of a cook. When suddenly I got rammed in the leg by one of those bleeding killer carts. Shit, those things can do some real damage, especially when they're fully loaded. "Oh, I'm sorry, did I hurt you?" A female voice said. I think I had probably cussed out loud a bit. "No, lady, I'll live. Don't you go worrying your pretty little head about it. I just hope you don't drive your bloody car like that?" I hadn't looked at the woman. I was too busy inspecting the damage to my ankle. "I'm so sorry some of these trolleys are so hard to control. I'm afraid my daughter picked a bad one this time." I finally looked up at her, and the woman's face was somewhat familiar to me. Apparently she recognised me at the same time. "Oh, my, it's George, isn't it?" She said, "Long time no see, George; how have you been keeping?" I must have looked confused as I tried to place her face. "Luchia, Luchia Roberts, surely you remember me? Mind, it must have been nearly twenty years since we last met." "Of course, I recognised you, Luchia," I said, lying my head off and somewhat relieved that she had told me her name. For one horrible moment I'd been worried that she was one of my ex's. It's one thing for them to catch you out cheating on them and dump you. But to forget an ex's name, that would have been really embarrassing. Luckily Chia was not an old flame of mine; she'd married a one-time friend. "I was sorry things didn't work out for you and Jerry." "Oh, that's been over and done with for years now. Do you know, he never comes to see the girls and we haven't heard from him in years. Do you see him at all?" "No, I haven't seen him since he married that little tart." "Twice, he's been married twice since he walked out on me. My solicitors had all kinds of trouble getting the child support money out of him. Strange that she said Jerry walked out on her as I had always thought she had thrown the silly Pratt out. To be honest the conversation was going in directions I really didn't want it to. But just then two young ladies walked up to join us. "Oh, girls, come over here and meet George. He was an old friend of your father and I whilst we were courting. George was best man at our wedding you know. George, these are my daughters, Amelia and Claire." I said hi to the two quite beautiful young ladies. If my memory served me correctly, the elder Amy must have been about twenty or twenty-one now and the younger one Claire would be about eighteen-ish. They smiled at me as they first approached, but once Chia mentioned that I'd been Jerry's best man at the wedding, their faces took on a cold expression. "Do you have any children, George?" "No, I never did get married, Luchia. You know me, I never stayed with one girl long enough to get spliced." "No, I didn't know you, George - well, not closely anyway, but I always found you to be a gentleman." Um, unexpected and surprising one that. Perhaps Chia had forgotten some of the things she said to me in our younger days. "Oh, now there's a lot who wouldn't agree with you on that one, Chia." "I say it as I see it, George, you know that. Now, I gather you're single." 'Whoops, alarm bells ringing, where is this conversation going now?' I thought. I must have looked confused. "The TV dinners," Luchia explained, "you wouldn't be buying those if you had a woman at home looking after you, now, would you?" "I never was much of a cook, Luchia. I eat out most of the time. But I keep the freezer stocked for when I have the odd evening in." Not the whole truth, as I was spending a lot of evenings alone indoors nowadays. "I see you're into Bar-B-Q's by the look of what you've got stacked into that trolley," I commented wishing to turn the subject away from me. "Yes, we're having a bit of celebration this evening; Amy has just got herself engaged." "Good for you, Amy; who's the lucky guy?" A silly question for me to ask really, as I wouldn't know the guy from Adam anyway. "Oh, just a guy I met at college," Amy replied, her tone telling me to mind my own business. "I know. What are you doing this evening, George? Why don't you come along and join us?" Chia asked. "It'll be fun to talk about the old times." I could see the girls weren't overly enamoured with this suggestion, but Chia persisted. She said she would enjoy talking about the old days before she was married. In the end I said I would go. Really, just to bring the conversation to a close, I didn't have any intention of actually turning up. Then we went off in opposite directions to complete our own shopping. It was as I was leaving the checkout line that Claire came up to me. "I don't know who you are, but my mother hasn't got very many friends. She's spent most of her time bringing up my sister and me. It's against my better judgement as you're a friend of my fathers, but I hope you do show up this evening for her sake. It appears she's looking forward to your company. Mind, if you do anything to upset her, I'll hunt you down and you'll be sorry you ever set eyes on her again. She's had a hard time since that bastard left us." The venom in the girl's voice was unmistakable. "Claire, I haven't counted your father amongst my friends since their divorce. I was never anything other than a friend to your mother. I think I told both your mother and father that I thought they were too young to get married in the first place. I always thought your father was much too immature to make the commitment. What he did to your mother and you two girls, I found inexcusable and I have told him so on many occasions." "Very well then, we'll expect to see you about seven." With that she turned and stomped away. ++++++++++++++++ I suppose this is a good point to tell you about Jerry and Luchia. Jerry had been a friend of mine whilst we were at school and then college together. Somewhere along the line, I can never remember exactly how or when, he hooked up with Luchia. So for most of our teenage years Chia was around somewhere. Normally a very quiet girl, she and Jerry would go out together a couple of times a week. Sometimes he would bring her along with us - us was our little crowd, about seven guys along with they're respective assorted girlfriends - who regularly went out on the town together. Chia was a nice girl, but she never really fitted in. As I said, she was very quiet for most of the time. But one thing about Luchia that no one ever missed was that she had no idea about tact and, when she did speak, would often say whatever came into her head. That could sometimes lead to embarrassing situations for all of us and never helped much in enlarging her own circle of friends. Personally I had always liked her. No, not as a piece of skirt to chase. She was my buddy's girl. I did have some standards, but her openness meant you knew exactly where you stood with her. I knew that I wasn't ever her favourite person. Because she didn't like my wandering ways when it came to women and on occasions, she had been quite vocal on the subject. Damn we'd had some right old set-to's on the subject. She came from a strict Catholic background, her parents kept her on a tight rein and she had a strict curfew. Jerry appeared to be besotted with her when he was with her. But when she wasn't around, he would always seem to be on the prowl for a bit of spare. I think they were both about seventeen when they got engaged. I honestly advised Jerry against it. I never thought he was mature enough to make that kind of commitment. Shit, I had no plans to tie myself down and I thought I was much more mature than Jerry. Come on, I told you that I ran around on my women but I never gave any of them a ring. I never promised them anything in the long term. So don't go thinking I'm some kind of a hypocrite. Jerry was chasing bits of skirt all the time he was engaged to Chia. I never did think that was very fair of him. Christ, he had asked the girl to marry him and he was shagging anything he could lay his hands on, on the side. I went as far as to get a mutual girlfriend to warn Chia off. But it didn't appear to achieve anything, except Chia refusing to talk to Marion anymore. Well, the inevitable happened. Jerry and Chia got married, and you don't have to guess who did the best the man bit. But after the wedding Jerry didn't change his ways; he was still apparently chasing anything in a skirt that he could. I tried to play the father figure character - I was a year older than Jerry and Chia - and I told Jerry his behaviour was well out of order. Of course he just pointed out that I was playing around on the girl whom I was living with at the time. What he couldn't seem to get his head around was the fact that he was married, whereas my girl was just sharing my flat and my bed. And she definitely knew the score. To my mind there's a big difference there. Several years went by, during which Chia had the two girls. Actually I think it was whilst Chia was pregnant with Claire that, during the course of one of our frequent discussions in a pub. Jerry, after he had drunk one or two pints more than he could handle - he had always had a low tolerance to alcohol - started to give me the old sob story. Apparently he had not been very truthful with us over the years. He had always led us to believe that he and Chia had been enjoying a full sex life all the time they had been together courting. That night he revealed that he had married a virgin, who he now claimed was very repressed in bed. Well, she was to his mind, that is. I've always found that opinions on sex are very subjective, aren't they? Jerry claimed that he was running around on Chia because she was rationing the amount of sex that she would let him have. I found that somewhat hard to believe because Chia had by that time had one child and was carrying her second. But from the way he told it, Chia was frigid in bed. This really was more information than I really needed to know; I never was one to play the Agony Aunt if I could help it. Luckily once Jerry was sober he never mentioned the subject again. Maybe six months after that Jerry was arrested. Apparently he'd got some other girl pregnant and her father had gone after him. Jerry had somehow got the upper hand, but overdone things a bit and finished up being charged with GBH or something. I'm not sure as I kept my head down around that time. I really didn't want to get involved. Well, that spelt the end of his marriage to Chia. Catholic or not, there was no way she was going to stand for that kind of crap and I don't think anyone could blame her. Jerry got himself out of the can with the courts by marrying the silly little tart that he had got pregnant. I think her father must have dropped the charges in return for him marrying her, as I can't remember hearing anymore about it. I saw Jerry a few times after that, but not much, if I could help it. I don't know; I suppose it must be the dual standards thing. I never thought anything about seducing a married woman. But Jerry doing the dirty on Chia, that, for some reason, I found unacceptable. The girl that Jerry had put in the club had only been sixteen years old at the time. Cradle snatching, was looked down on by myself, and most of our peers. Any stupid Pratt could get a youngster drunk and shag her. No man would need to stoop so low. So that was it really. Now nearly twenty years later I'd run into Luchia again and I'd been invited to Amy's engagement party. I had no illusions that I was being invited in any other capacity than that of an old friend. ++++++++++++++++ I arrived at seven on the dot, a couple of six-packs under my arm and half a bottle of rum in my inside pocket. I like rum, but very few folks keep it in the house. Amy and her soon-to-be husband Mike greeted me at the door. He seemed to be a nice lad and I warmed to him straight away. Amy dragged me off to one side and gave me a similar lecture to the one Claire had given me earlier, only a little bit more forcefully. I got the feeling they had questioned their mother about me and Chia had - as she always did - told them the truth about me. Chia appeared and welcomed me with a kiss on the cheek. That wasn't what I was expecting! Then, she took me round and introduced me to her friends and relatives. An interesting experience that, as it appeared some of her relatives remembered me from her wedding to Jerry. I got some very funny looks, I can tell you. They had the party split over two downstairs rooms and the back garden. The front room was like a reception area where all the old fuddy duddies were holding court. The back room had been stripped of almost everything except the stereo and was where all the dancing was going on. Out in the rear garden there was the Bar-B-Q and a bar. I circulated for a little while; then settled myself in a garden seat not far from the bar. Chia came to sit with me for a while and we talked about old times, but then she had to go a circulate herself. Both her daughters came and chatted for a while. I think their worst fears had been allayed when I told them I'd advise both their mother and father against marrying. Chia came back about nine thirty and asked me to dance with her. We hadn't been on the cramped dance floor for more then a couple of minutes when raised voices drew our attention to a disturbance in the front room. Chia, of course, had to go to investigate the cause of the disturbance and I, out of curiosity, followed. As Chia entered the front room I heard someone start to throw obscenities at her. I didn't recognise the voice, but I knew it had to be Jerry and he was obviously worse for the drink. He was shouting that his daughter was getting engaged and he hadn't been invited to the party. Chia told him that Amy had not wanted him there, as I was getting into a position where I could see what was going on. I heard Amy's voice saying that Jerry hadn't wanted to know her all the years she'd been growing up, so she didn't want to know him now. I'm not too sure what happened then. I think it could have been that Jerry went to backhand Amy. I know I heard him say something about her being a cheeky little bitch and he'd teach her some manners. But Mike was not about to let that happen. Unfortunately for Mike, Jerry - like myself - had in his younger days always been a bit of a roughhouse. We'd been in more street fights than I'd care to remember and learnt the hard way how to handle ourselves. Although Mike was the much younger man, he didn't really stand a chance against a street fighter like Jerry. Jerry laid him out with the first blow. Okay, my cue, muggings to the rescue. I stepped forward and Jerry saw me. "Fuck me if it isn't super stud! What the hell are you doing here, Georgie boy, fucking my ex-wife, are we?" "No, I'm not, Jerry. I'm here as an old friend, which apparently is more than you are. Now I suggest it would be a good idea if you were to leave now, whilst you still can." "Ooh! Threatening words, Georgie boy. Now, you don't look like you're in too good a shape to me, Georgie boy. I think you've gone soft in your old age." Oh, the Georgie boy bit? That was Jerry trying to wind me up. He knew I objected to being called Georgie boy and he hoped I would lose my cool over it. You know, lose your temper and lose the fight. "On your bike, Jerry, whilst you can still walk. You really don't want to find out how fit I am." For a moment Jerry thought. I think he was undecided whether he could take me or not. Mind you, I wasn't too sure that I could take him either. I hadn't resorted to fisticuffs for nigh on twenty years. Maybe if he hadn't been drinking for most of the afternoon things might have turned out differently. But in the end he squared up and took a swing at me. Christ, he advertised it with neon signs and it missed me completely as I side stepped it. I didn't even punch him, I caught him with the back of my forearm on the side of his neck as he swung around and he joined the now recovering Mike on the floor. I was on Jerry in an instant. I pulled his right arm behind him and twisted it up behind his back, holding it there with my left hand. I placed my other arm around his throat and dragged him back up onto his feet. Before he had time to realise what was happening, I was marching him out of the front door that someone had opened for me. Luchia "Jerry, me old mate, I think you can gather that you're not welcome here. Now I'm going to release you, and if you know what's good for you, I would suggest you'll keep on walking down the road and do not look back. I always was better that you when it came to a punch-up and I keep myself in shape no matter what it looks like." Bullshit, of course. I have never been near a gym in my life, but Jerry wasn't to know that. Jerry did just that; he walked or rather staggered down the street without looking back, although he was muttering something. I decided to ignore it, as I was really getting a bit old for all this scrapping lark. I was just about to re-enter the house when a police car arrived. I assume someone must have called them. I informed the officers that I had been forced to eject Jerry from the house and pointed him out to them. The officers said they would make sure he left the area. When I got back inside, I was met by Chia at the door. She went to say something, but I put my finger to her lips to silence her and then led her back to the dance floor. Some folks wanted to make a big thing out of me throwing Jerry out, but I quickly made it clear to that the incident was over. The rest of the evening went off very well. I think Mike was a little embarrassed about Jerry taking him out so quickly. But I told him that in the old days Jerry and I were in a lot of street fights. A more experienced man outclassed Mike. But if it had been down to stamina, Mike would have beat Jerry hands down. Around one A.M. we were down to the clearing up. When most of that was done, I announced I was calling a taxi to take me home. Chia asked me if I would mind staying the night, as she claimed she was frightened that Jerry would return. I doubted he would, but I agreed to make myself comfy on a sofa. ++++++++++++++++ In the morning I awoke to the sounds and smells of bacon and eggs frying. In the kitchen I found Chia slaving over a hot stove. "Good morning, Chia. How's your head? You were putting it away quite well last night." "It's fine, George, I never get hangovers. How did you sleep? "Out like a light, girl. I can sleep anywhere." Chia looked over my shoulder as if to check if anybody else was around. "I thought you might have sleep-walked a little during the night, George." Taken by surprise, I didn't at first get what she was talking about. "Sorry, where did you get that idea? I've never sleep-walked in my life." "That's a pity. I was hoping you would come and find me." "Luchia, are you saying what I think you're saying?" "Yes, I am. You were always supposed to be the bogeyman. I thought you might have come looking for a shag." "For crying out loud, Chia!" I said, as this time I checked to see that no one else was within earshot. But I think they were all still asleep up stairs. "Come on, George, you been into more women's nickers than they've got in Dorothy Perkin's. I remember what they used to say about you when we were young. If it wears a skirt, George will shag it. Aren't I good enough for you to shag." "Well, of course you are, but hold on a minute, girl. I don't know where you got that idea, but it isn't exactly true, you know. I've never shagged a woman in my life. I make love with a woman and I'm bloody good at it. Even if I do say so myself." "There's a difference?" "Yes, there bloody well is. I've never been into having a quick bang against a wall in a dark alley or the back seat of a car. Making love is something that has to be worked at. The act of making love between a man and a woman is a work of art that has to be carefully choreographed." "Oh, I see, that explains it." "Explains what?" "Why all those girls used to swoon all over you. Why they put up with you having two or three girlfriends at the same time. And why Jerry has always felt inferior to you." "You're losing me, girl." "Look, you two-timed every girl you ever went out with, right?" "Wow, hold on there. I never made a commitment to any of them." "I know that, silly, but they knew you were two-timing them and they put up with it. None of the other guys ever got away with it like you did. All of the girls called you "The Stud," did you know that? They would drop any guy they were going out with, to go out with you." "I never noticed." "No, you wouldn't, you had your head so far up your own arse back then, you couldn't see what was going on around you. You were one arrogant bugger; I never could make out what the girls saw in you." "Hold on. You were just saying that you wanted me to join you in your bed last night." "Yeah, I've always wanted to know what the attraction was. But you never did make a play for me. I think you've just told me what the attraction was." "Ah, I've slipped up, have I? But to be honest with you, the reason I never made a play for you was because you were Jerry's girl. It's not done, you know, to chase after a mate's girl." "Do I take it that, if I hadn't been 'Jerry's girl', you would have asked me out and tried to get me into bed?" "Now that's a silly question. Of course I would have." "Bugger, I should have dropped Jerry when Marion told me he was being a bastard and running around with other girls behind my back. But I thought that was you just trying to break us up, so that you could get into my pants." "You knew that I asked Marion to tell you?" "Well, I suspected you put her up to it at the time. But I'm sorry to say that I completely misinterpreted your intentions. I thought you were after getting into my knickers. It was only later, after the divorce when I ran into Marion again one day that I was sure you put her up to it. Then I realised that for all your randy reputation, you were trying to warn me. You really are a gentleman at heart." "I think there's a few folks out there who won't agree with you on that one. You know I've been named in more than one divorce, don't you?" "I'm sure that all those marriages were really already over before you became involved in them. Remember it takes two to tango, I'm sure you were just a handy excuse." "I suppose you could be right. I can't say I've ever had any angry husbands actually come after me. But it has cost me a few good jobs over the years." "Anyway, I'm figuring I'll come over to your place tonight and make you a nice home cooked meal. Then you can show me what all the fuss was about." "Luchia, you are propositioning me again." "Yes, well, you never came after me last night. Now we'll have to use your house as the girls will be here tonight" "But they were here last night." "They were pretty drunk and they had their fiancées with them last night. I could have screamed the place down and they would've been too busy to notice." "Luchia! Are you telling me that you let your daughters sleep with their boyfriends?" "Oh, for Christ sake, George, come off it, and you always called me a bloody prude. You were sharing a bed with your girlfriends when you were much younger than my girls are! Talk about double standards, this is 2005 you know the goalposts have moved a lot over the years." "I suppose you're right. I must be getting old." "Not too old I hope, you're going to show me how it's done tonight. Now eat this and then get the hell out of here. I've got a lot to do today. I'll be over at your place about five." ++++++++++++++++ I spent most of the day trying to turn my flat back into some semblance of a home. I'd been without a housemate for a year or so by then and I'm afraid I'd let things slide a little. Well, quite a lot really; it had become a typical bachelor pad. Just before five Chia arrived with Amy in tow, carrying what I took to be the makings of our evening meal. Whilst Chia busied herself in the kitchen, Amy sorted the dinning room out. You know the kind of thing; she laid the table and placed a couple of candlesticks on it. Then she set up more candles around the room. Apparently happy with the results of her work, which I had not (officially) been allowed to see, Amy joined me in the lounge. "Right, George, I'm going to stay and serve the meal mother's cooking but I'll be leaving before you finish. I hope I don't have to come back and pick mother up later. You might not realise it but she's always had a crush on you. "But I'll add, that Claire and I do not want to see our mother hurt. She's had too much heartbreak in her life. If you have any doubts about your feelings for her, please don't lead her on. I know what she would like to happen this evening, but I'll ask you to think carefully about it. Call me if you like and Mike and I will come to pick her up if needs be. "Amy, I would never do anything to hurt your mother." "I believe I know that, from the way you behaved last night at the party. And mother has told me today about what you and Marion tried to do all those years ago. I think you are a nice man who likes to play at being Don Juan. Mother calls you a gentleman and I think she could be right. Otherwise I wouldn't be here this evening." Luchia and I sat down to a romantic meal with Amy playing waitress. After she served our sweet she took her leave. Having finished a better meal than I'd had in years, Luchia and I retired to my lounge. Oh, I did notice the little looks and comments that told me that Chia was not impressed with my housekeeping abilities. Hey, I didn't mind. I don't know; there was something about the way Luchia made her little sarky comments that took the edge off them. We were sitting on the sofa together. I had my arm around her and she was leaning into me. Our conversation was about old times when we were young; you know what happened to this and that old friend. Who married who and how long did it last. Did we kiss? Well, now for a long time we didn't. We were old friends talking and, when we did get around to kissing, I suddenly found I was frightened stiff. I didn't want to do anything that could damage our new-found friendship. "Is something wrong, George?" Luchia asked when we broke our first proper kiss. "Um, yes, I think there is, Luchia. I'm not sure what's wrong but I've never felt like this before. I seem to be frightened I'll scare you away." "Oh, that's a new line. I don't think I can remember hearing that one before." "No, it's true, Luchia. I can't remember feeling like this before." Luchia sat up and turned so she could look at me face. "Oh, you are serious, aren't you? Look, I'm a big girl, George. I doubt you could do much that would scare me. Come on, let's move this into your bedroom. You should be at home there." She dragged me up and towed me into the bedroom. Damn it, I stood there like a bloody virgin kid and stared at her as she melted her way out of her clothes. Damn, she looked bloody good enough to eat. "Well, George, are you going to stand there staring at me all night, or are you going to show me what I've been missing all these years?" "Damn it, come on, snap out of it, George, or I'll be thinking you don't want me after all." I think I came to my senses then, and realised what was wrong. I was really falling in love with this woman and that was a frightening thing to have happen to me. You see, it had never happened to me before. Yeah, I'd been attracted to many a woman over the years, but I had never felt like this about any of them. I didn't remove my clothes I just took her in my arms and kissed her. And I mean I kissed her; our tongues played patter-cake with each other and I felt her take a massive intake of breath. "Oh, my!" Luchia said as we broke the kiss. "That was different; I don't think I've been kissed like that ever. God, it was like they say in the old films, I'll swear I heard music." "So did I, Luchia. Look, this is all a bit scary. I don't remember feeling like this about a girl before." "Come on, let's try again." She plastered her mouth back on mine and the pair of us fell onto the bed together. 'Come on, George,' I suddenly thought, 'You want this woman. Not just for tonight but every night. This is the one you've been looking for all these years.' I broke the kiss and taking her head in my hands moved up to kiss her eyelids. Then I kissed all over her face making my way to her ears and her neck. It called for a bit of contortionism getting to the back of her neck. But I intended not to miss any one of those magic places. Luchia was moaning well before I'd gotten to half the places that I intended going with my lips. I locked onto her breast and tried to remove my own clothes at the same time. Now I was an old hand at this but that night I was having trouble. Luchia pushed me away from herself and, between us; we had my clothes off in moments. After another couple of minutes' tongue fighting, I was on my travels again. But this time I used my hands as well. As my finger found Chia's clit, she nearly jumped off the bed. "Oh, my god, now I understand what the girls were talking about." "We haven't started yet, Luchia." "Oh, god, am I going to be alive in the morning?" "I bloody-well hope so. I'm hoping this is going to be a regular thing from now on. Now let's get to the serious stuff." With that I slid down and buried my head between her legs. "George, what are you doing...? -- Oh, my god, no one's ever done that to me before. Oh, god, don't stop now!" I had intended to ask her if Jerry had not done the same thing but I gathered he hadn't. No wonder the guy said Luchia was frigid; the bugger probably had no idea how to turn a woman on. "Oh, god, you'd better stop. I'm.... Oh, bugger...." The rest of what Luchia said then was unintelligible, but I gathered she had one hell of an orgasm from the way she bucked around. "Shit, you had better cut that out and fuck me now before I have a bloody heart attack." So I climbed up and she guided me inside. Now it had been some time since I'd had intercourse with anyone and as I don't often resort to masturbation, it's a macho pride thing to never do for yourself what you can get a good woman to do for you. Anyway the net result was that was one of the longest shags I'd had in years. Luchia came at least three times before I found that my stamina was beginning to fail. Missionary I've always found to be the most tiring of the more common positions. Chia pushed me over onto my back whilst I was still buried in her and started to grind herself into me. "Oh, my god, I think I've died and gone to heaven," she muttered. Suddenly it hit me and I began to push myself up into her taking her rhythm as my cue. I reached my orgasm just as Luchia did again, and then she collapsed forward onto me. Our lips locked together again for a few moments and then I think we both fell asleep for a little while. For all I know we could have passed out; that was one hell of a high we both reached. Suddenly I was aware of her lying beside me staring into my eyes with a strange questioning look on her face. "What?" I asked. "That's what I was going to ask you. What the hell happened?" "I'm not with you." "Look, I've had sex plenty of times but I never remember anything like that happening. I had at least four or five orgasms; in the past, I have been lucky if I had one. And then I think I fainted." "I think we both did. But that was because you were turned on properly. That's the most important art about it; you've got to work at it for it really to work right. That was one hell of a session." "Is that it?" "What?" "Is that the end of it for tonight?" I looked down at my now flaccid cock. "Well, he'll probably be back on duty in a little while. He's usually ready again quite quickly." "Luchia lifted herself up on one elbow and looked from my face to my cock and back again." "Do you want me to...? I've never done it before. I don't know how." I must have had a quizzical look on my face again, as I wasn't sure what Luchia was asking me. "Damn it, it can't be that difficult? You'll have to tell me if I'm doing it right or not." She swung herself around on the bed and taking my now quite flaccid cock in her hand gave it a tentative lick. She looked back up the bed at me, then she kissed it and smiled at me again and then without any ceremony my whole flaccid cock disappeared into her mouth. It didn't stay flaccid for long! Now I could go on and explain the rest of the night in detail but there isn't much point. I'll just say that we spent a very energetic night, where Luchia not only learnt how to give first class head but apparently several new positions for having intercourse. From the comments she made I gathered she only had sex with Jerry in the missionary position. It turned out it was Jerry who had been the more conservative one. Luchia liked being on top apparently in all its variations. She was by then aware of some more of those. Anyway she told me Jerry didn't like to have sex in any position where he wasn't in complete control. Arsehole! Whilst we were eating our breakfast in the morning - Luchia must have brought the eggs and bacon with her the night before - she told me she liked the doggy position best. "There are plenty of other variations you can try," I said to her as I pulled my old and battered copy of the KS out of a draw and passed it to her. "What's this?" she asked as she opened it. "Oh, bugger...." There was silence for a while as Luchia stared at photographs on the pages. Hey, my KS isn't one of your cheap versions. It's all genuine photographs printed in glorious full colour. Chia turned the book this way and that as she studied the different positions depicted. "Oh, my god. Where did you get this? I've never seen anything like it." "To be honest, I stole it. Well, not exactly stole. I kind-a borrowed it off of a guy years ago and, well, I sort of forgot to return it." "Have you tried all these positions?" "Um, I doubt it. But I've tried most of them at one time or another. I think!" "Oh, you would!" "Luchia, you know me." "Too right, I do. Oh, my god, look at the time. I'd better get home or the girls will think you've kidnapped me." "Come on, I'll drive you." "What about the washing up? There's all this from last night as well." "Leave it, I'll do it later. I've nothing else to do." So I drove Luchia home. When we got to her house, I couldn't think of anything to say to her and don't think she could either. We sat there for a couple of minutes, then she just lent over and kissed me. "Thanks, George, now I know why all the girls were after you. I had a lovely night." Luchia got out the car and walked to her front door. It opened as she approached and both her daughters met her. They waved and Luchia turned and waved to me as well. I took that as my cue and drove away. At home again, I did the pile of washing up, then after sitting in my lounge and feeling sorry for myself for a little while, I made my way down to the local pub. You know, I had that feeling in my chest. I'd had it a couple of times in the past when one of my longer lasting relationships ended. But I could never remember having it after a one-night stand before. That's all it was, wasn't it? Just a one-night stand! Luchia wanted to know what the girls were talking about all those years ago and I'd shown her. Now she'd go on with her life just like she had been doing ever since Jerry left. She didn't need the complication of a guy around. I'm afraid I hung one on a bit that Sunday afternoon and evening. I have no idea how or what time I got home. Monday morning the alarm went off and I somehow managed to force myself to crawl out of bed. I had a shower but that didn't really put much life into me. It was whilst I was in the kitchen, brewing some coffee that I hoped would wake me up enough to get a reasonable day's work done, that I realised something wasn't right. Luchia You know that feeling. But I had the damnedest time working out what it was. It was the flat, something about it wasn't right. Then I struck me - it was clean. No, I mean really clean, like - oh, I don't know. You know, woman clean, not the 'that will do' bachelor type clean, like it is when I try to do my cleaning thing. Shit, there were even some flowers in a vase. What the hell was going on here? Time was going on and I had to get to work so with a quick look around I left for my office. All day I mulled it over. For someone to have cleaned my flat they had to be able to get in and that meant they had to have a key. The only person who I could think of that could possibly still have a key to the flat was my last flatmate Ann. No, that didn't make sense. Ann had left me to get married. Surely she hadn't broken up with Karl already. Karl was a nice bloke and Ann was crazy about him. Mind you, she had shared my bed right up until the night before her wedding. Perhaps Karl had realised that after he left in the evenings she got out of her own bed and joined me in mine. My mind wasn't on work all that Monday and my secretary noticed. Just after lunch she suggested that I call it a day and told me she'd probably be able to handle anything that came up better than I would. That evening when I got home I looked the place over very carefully, half expecting to find Ann's suitcase in her old room. But there was nothing there. I stood staring at Ann's old bed but nothing popped into my mind. It was a different matter when I got to my own room though. I only had to close my eyes for a moment and I could picture Luchia lying there on the bed. Bugger, I got that damned feeling in my chest again. 'I know,' I thought to myself, 'I'll take a cold shower. That might get me thinking straight.' I'd just finished getting undressed, when I heard the front door open. "Thanks, Mrs Harris," a voice said, "I'll have to get George to get a key cut for me." I grabbed a towel to wrap around myself and stuck my head around the bedroom door; I saw Luchia enter the flat carrying a shopping bag. "Luchia, what are you doing here?" I asked. "Oh, George, you're home. I wasn't expecting you for another hour or so yet. The girls and I found some sewing that needed doing yesterday and I had planned to have a meal ready for you when you got home." "How did you get in, Chia?" Such a dumb question to ask - I'd heard her thank my neighbour, Mrs Harris, for letting her in; it was more that I wanted to know how she knew that Mrs Harris had a spare key to my flat. "Oh, I saw that key to Mrs Harris's flat, hanging in the kitchen on Saturday. I figured if you held an emergency key for her, then she would most likely be holding one for you. The girls and I did a little spring cleaning for you yesterday, I hope you don't mind." "Of course I don't mind, but I'm a little annoyed you didn't tell me you were coming. I'd have been here and helped." "Where were you yesterday anyway?" "Down at the pub. I'm afraid the flat felt a little empty after you had left. I tied one on, a bit." "That was silly, you knew that I was coming back, didn't you?" "Well, no, I didn't. You said you wanted to know what the girls used to talk about and you found that out on Saturday night." "You've got to be kidding? We've got the rest of that book of yours to work through yet. Oh, and look, I've got a little present for you here." Luchia slowly lifted the edge of her skirt until she was displaying her tiny thong that was making a futile attempt at covering her newly shaved or waxed pubic area. "Do you like it? I saw you take some hair from your mouth the other night. I didn't want anything to put you off the next time." All the time we had been talking Luchia had been closing the gap between us. Standing no more than a couple of inches from me in the end, she reached up and put her arms around my neck and pulled my mouth to hers. As we kissed, I suddenly felt a tug at my towel and it was gone. "Oh, my, I think this little guy needs some attention," she said, breaking the spell, as her hand found my earnest friend. "No, not yet. Let's shower first and then you can pick which pages you want to try." Well, Luchia didn't cook our dinner that night. Instead we spent the night in one of the longest sessions of gymnastic sex that I had ever had. It was three o'clock in the morning - I know because I'd just woken up and checked the clock. The movement of my doing so must have told Luchia that I was awake. "George!" she said in a hushed but very serious tone." "Yes, Chia." "I think I've fallen in love with you. Do you mind?" "Luchia, I know I've fallen in love with you." "Oh, I'll bet you say that to all your conquests." I sat up and putting the bedroom light on. I turned and looked at her. "I know you'll have trouble believing this, but I don't actually." Then getting off the bed and walking over to my dresser, I said, "And I've never done this before either." From the top drawer I took a little brown box. "This is my mother's engagement ring. Luchia, will you marry me?" "Oh, my, I never dreamed you would actually ask me. Are you sure about this?" "As sure as I can be." ++++++++++++++++ Three weeks later we were married in the local registry office. Six months after that, I gave Amy away to Mike in the local Catholic Church. They've moved into my flat for the time being, whilst Luchia and I live in her house. The plan is that once Claire gets married and Amy decides it's time to have children, we will switch houses. Claire's fiancé works some way away and when they get married, they will buy a house near there. The girls were calling me dad even before Luchia and I tied the knot. Oh and we've never seen or heard of Jerry since the night of Amy's party. It looks very much like Luchia and I will grow old together; I certainly hope we will. I don't think Luchia is planning anymore children, but I'll let her make that decision. I'm wondering whether my wandering ways with women were caused by my not being able to find the right one. And I have to ask myself. If I hadn't been so pedantic about not going after my friend's girls, would I have found out that Luchia was "the one" many years ago? Would Amy and Claire have been my real children? And would both Luchia and I have had a happier life? Life goes on.