2 comments/ 20047 views/ 1 favorites Monday, Tuesday, & Saturday By: Moondrift "Dear God, if only it was like that for me!" Lorna lay back on the divan, her fingers in her vagina, desperately trying to give her self relief. She had been reading a story on an erotic web site and had masturbated three times already, and still she was in a sexual frenzy. The computer still glowered malevolently in the corner of the room as if it knew the emotional storm it created in her - a storm that no amount of masturbation seemed to relieve. Lorna gave a howl of anguish as yet another orgasm shook her and passing over its peak she began to calm a little. She was crying and the cause of her weeping was the absence of the one thing she wanted so dearly; a man. This might seem strange since she had a husband. It may sound even stranger when I tell you that the husband, Clifford, copulated three times a week with Lorna. In most long established marriages, and Lorna's and Clifford's was now in its twentieth year, three times a week might be deemed sufficient. In Lorna's case, however, it was not the number of times but the manner in which the union was engaged in. Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday were the established nights for copulating. Week after week, year after year, the routine was the same. Then again, it was not only the sheer boredom of the regularity, but the way in which it was done. Lorna had married Clifford when she was nineteen. Clifford was twenty two and the darling of the local chapel. Her parents perceived him to be a moral, upright boy and as a young accountant, a secure catch for their daughter. "Who knows," they said, "one day he might be an elder of the chapel and perhaps even a lay preacher." Being made so much of by the chapel members Lorna had been flattered when Clifford cast his eyes upon her. She had been a chapel girl from birth and under the persuasion of its hell fire and damnation preaching, had, unlike many of her contemporaries, retained her virginity in tact. Not that she realised she was "intact" since, having been carefully sheltered from what were referred to as "The sins of the flesh," she had no idea how babies were born. Perhaps that is hardly fair because she did have a suspicion it had something to do with kissing a man. Thus, when she got married, and Clifford started to "muck around" with her, she was horrified. Clifford had the advantage of some knowledge because the minister had given him a booklet entitled, "The First Night." It was full of a great deal of misinformation about human sexuality and where it did get down to the nub of the matter it resorted to obscure words. Clifford, however, was not to be beaten, and by dint of much dictionary searching, finally got the general idea. The problem was he did not share his hard won insights with Lorna – at least, not on the first night. Thus the first night became a nightmare for both of them. Lorna ended up torn and bleeding, and Clifford kneeling beside the bed praying for further enlightenment. After this distressing and painful night Lorna, no fool for all her innocence, sought advice, but not from her parents or the minister. She worked in an office, and it was to the office manager, a likeable and worldly wise lady that Lorna took her problem. Half an hour with this lady and Lorna had more knowledge about male-female relations than she had gained in all her other nineteen years. Knowledge is all very well, but it serves little purpose if it is not put into practice. Lorna, being a generous girl, shared her new insights with Clifford. It was his turn to be horrified. "We shall do no such things," he said haughtily. Of course, his little book had not mentioned these aspects of, as he thought of it, "intimate relations," and if it wasn't in the book then it must be sinful, after all, wasn't it published by their own religious denomination? To cut to the heart of the matter, a sexual regime was established, Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday. It amounted to Lorna parting her legs three times a week and Clifford ejaculating into her. Lorna's preparedness for Clifford's penetration was apparently of no consequence since her soft lips were not kissed, her delectable breasts were not fondled and her neat pink nipples remained unsuckled. Above all, no finger or tongue was ever inserted into her vagina and her clitoris remained unexplored. To put the matter crudely, Lorna might just as well have been a hole in a beetroot. The union, no doubt with a great deal of difficulty, did produce one child, a boy. It came as no surprise to Lorna in the sense that by the time she was announced to be pregnant she had advanced beyond the point of thinking that babies came by kissing. Clifford was also not surprised because his little book had implied that a woman was made pregnant through carnal contact. Years plodded by and Lorna accepted that what she and Clifford did in bed was all there was to it. Then came that great curse and blessing to humanity, the computer. Clifford had purchased one in order to enhance his accountancy work and in due course was ill-advised enough to go on to the net. Lorna was not supposed to touch this devilish machine, but since Clifford had forbidden her to continue working not long after they got married, Lorna had the place to herself during the day. Now this crafty woman began to teach herself to use the machine and finally penetrated the mysteries of the Net. Searching around one day she chanced upon an erotic site. Reading the material she was at first horrified, then fascinated and finally captivated. "Do people really do those things," she asked herself. She searched out more serious sites and discovered that indeed they did do such things. Finally the computer had Lorna in its power. Following its dictates she began to explore herself and almost for the first time experienced powerful sexual arousal. This gave her a problem and one that loomed ever larger; what was she to do with all this sexual energy that was overtaking her? She tried tentatively to suggest a few things to Clifford, but he recoiled with horror; "A lay preacher could and never would do such things, they are of the Devil and I don't know where you got such ideas from, but I shall pray for you." In her new found knowledge of sexual relationships Lorna had grown a trifle bolder and more independent. She knew that what she needed was not prayer but, if once more I may put it crudely, "A damned good fucking with lots of trimmings." Clifford had always insisted on Lorna dressing with extreme modesty. Nothing above mid-calf was ever seen; her dress necklines were what they were said to be, "Neckline." Even bare arms were out of the question, for after all, "What would they think at the chapel?" Lorna, however, partially exercising her newly acquired feeling of independence, and unbeknown to Clifford, began to purchase sexy and revealing clothing. This was well hidden away from Cliffordian eyes, to be worn during the day and in his absence. Now what Lorna's modest clothing had hidden was a figure of considerable allure. In addition her very pretty face was denied its full splendour by a very severe hair style and the absence of all makeup. Perhaps Clifford had been unknowingly wise in respect to her remaining well concealed. Had the full effulgence of her beauty been made manifest in the chapel, then hell fire or not, male erections there would have been aplenty. With her day time garb Lorna now flittered round the house. One thing leading to another and with the urging of the Devil's Machine, the computer, Lorna came to understand that she might have something going for her. The trouble was what to do with it? It seemed a pity to her that it should always be hidden away in the confines of the house and hastily hidden prior to Clifford's arrival home. The turning point came when Lorna got her first appreciative viewer. Her son Joshua chanced to arrive home unexpectedly early one day. Lorna was still in her sexy attire. Joshua, aged nineteen, still attended chapel, but only for the sake of keeping the peace in the household. Outside chapel and household he joined his fellow students in much sexual congress; an activity the knowledge of which he withheld from his parents. On sighting his mother in her flimsy apparel he momentarily stood astounded. Lorna was equally astounded, or should I say shocked. She awaited some rebuke from Joshua along the lines, "To think that a mother of mine..." etc. Having recovered slightly from the sexy vision before him Joshua gasped, "My God, mother, you look se...fantastic, you'd better not let dad see you like that, he'll have a fit." Lorna, in female fashion, feeling thrilled at her son's praise of her appearance asked, "Do you really think I look nice?" "Nice...nice," exploded Joshua looking at his mother's swelling breasts and long nipples pressing against the transparent material, not to mention the wedge of pubic hair that could be clearly seen; "You look blo...absolutely marvellous. I've never noticed you had such a se...great figure." "How lovely of you to say so, darling, cooed Lorna." She had a lovely voice and so cooed very sweetly. Joshua laughed and said, "I'd better not introduce you to any of my friends, they'll all be after you." "Don't be silly, darling, of course they wouldn't," said Lorna, but hoping that what Joshua had said was true. Joshua laughed again and said, "I might take you up on that some time." "Stop it Joshua," simpered Lorna, "whatever would your father say hearing you talk like that?" "Much the same as he'd say if he caught you dressed like that," chuckled Joshua. "You won't tell him will you," Lorna pleaded. His father was not Joshua's favourite person, especially because of the oppressive way in which he treated Lorna. He therefore assured Lorna that her secret was safe with him. That seemed the end of the matter, at least for the time being. The weeks passed and nothing further was said, but neither Joshua nor Lorna forgot Joshua's statement about how his fellow students would go after Lorna if they saw her. During the day time Lorna continued to look at erotic web sites and masturbate, but now, instead of abstract fantasies when she orgasmed, visions of lusty young students hungering for her began to emerge. The edge of chapel "virtue" still held sway over her to the extent that she told herself that there was no danger that she would ever actually meet the objects of her fantasies. Despite the chapel warnings about lascivious thoughts and the consequent hell fires, she hoped that her God might be forgiving of her thoughts. This, I point out, was not easy, since chapel preaching tended to focus on divine retribution rather than a forgiving deity. The retribution was, of course, to be handed out to those who, firstly, did not attend their chapel and, secondly, to those who, having attended the chapel, were seen to fall into the ways of Satan. The "Ways of Satan" included drinking alcohol, smoking, swearing, gambling, dancing, laughing, watching television, listening to the radio, looking too physically attractive and, above all, engaging in "illicit" sexual activities. Also included in the list were "Impure thoughts." Fortunately for most of the chapel members their thoughts were not so easily revealed, otherwise most if not all of them would have been outcast from the Divine presence that was supposed to dwell in their midst. Chance often plays a big part in what happens to us, and chance took a hand with Lorna; two chance events, actually. First, Clifford announced that he was going off for a week to a study conference being run by their chapel together with other chapels whose membership contained the "Righteous." That of course meant that the Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday couplings would not take place. Lorna felt a sense of relief at not being subjected to these tedious events, and rejoiced in the knowledge she would be able to drift round the house all day and evening in her revealing clothing. Second, Joshua, learning of his father's absence for a week found himself in a position to challenge Lorna. "There's a student dance on the Friday night when dad's away," he said to Lorna, "I dare you to come with me dressed up in some of those sex...special clothes you've got." "Don't be silly, darling, I couldn't possibly. You know dancing is forbidden by the chapel, and anyway, I can't dance. What's more, they'll all be young people and they wouldn't want someone my age mingling with them." "Want to bet, mum?" "You know very well, Joshua, the chapel forbids betting." "I challenge you, mum, forget the chapel for once. We've got a couple of weeks before the dance, and I'll teach you how to dance. Just come along and have a good time. "You mean you can dance? You've been dancing...? If the chapel finds out..." "They'll kick me out. Fine; I don't accept their garbage anyway and only attend to keep the peace with dad. I was going to chuck it in soon anyway." Lorna didn't know whether to be shocked or to applaud Joshua. Only during her brief period of working in an office had she really seen anything of the outside world. Ever since she was a child she had lived on a sort of island that was the chapel. Around the island was an ungodly world and in that world the snares of Satan were everywhere. To venture out into that world was dangerous and only to be carried out through sheer necessity, such as shopping or work. Apart from that all human communication, all socialising, was within the chapel island, and bloody dull it was. The computer had opened Lorna's eyes to the world beyond the island. At times she had longed to sample that world beyond, but hadn't known how to apart from purchasing the sexy clothes. Now she was being offered the chance to move out, however briefly, into that satanic world. "Do you really think I could...you know, go to the dance with you?" she asked Joshua. "Of course you can." "But I don't have a proper dress...I mean...the things I wear in the house wouldn't..." "Have you got enough money to buy a dress, mum?" "Well yes, darling. I save a bit each week from the housekeeping money, but I wouldn't know what to buy for a dance." "I'll come with you and help you choose." "Would you really?" "Of course. We'll go and shop as soon after dad leaves as possible." And so it came about that Lorna and Joshua ventured out into the wide world to buy a dress for the dance. "We've got to be careful what we choose," said Joshua. "I think that some of those older women who try to dress as if they're teenagers look ridiculous. We'll find something sexy that suits your age." There was much taking off and trying on, with an assistant making encouraging remarks in the hope of getting a swift sale. Lorna would have been easily duped, but Joshua would have none of it. He kept her going until finally a flaming red dress was brought out. It was in the style adopted by women about a decade in the past, but it suited Lorna's blonde hair and pale complexion. It was calf length and split to the top of one thigh. Its neckline plunged to where the nipples were barely covered. "I couldn't possibly wear this," gasped Lorna. "Mum, you look fantastic," yelped Joshua. The assistant, being sincere for once said, "Madam really does look beautiful in that dress, but if I might venture a suggestion, madam's underwear does rather clash with it." It was true. Lorna's underwear consisted of bloomers and an arrangement that suppressed her bosom. This was a great pity because hidden away from view all those years were a delightful pair of breasts that most women would envy and most men ogle. Under the flattery of Joshua and the assistant Lorna finally agreed to purchase the dress, and this led on to the buying of new underwear. The assistant looked Lorna over and said, "Thirty eight D I think, and really, madam needs only the minimum of support. She brought out what for Lorna was a new horror; bras that like the dress would expose her almost to the nipples, consisting of little more than under lift. "I couldn't," she wailed. "Everybody would see what I've got." "That, madam," responded the assistant, "is precisely the idea, and if I had madam's figure I'd be showing it off all the time. It's no use having it if you don't display it." "There you are," crowed Joshua, "What have I been telling you?" "Well, if you think it'll be all right." The choice of panties came next. Lorna had never seen such minimalist underwear before, however, having gone so far she made no fuss when Joshua selected panties that seemed to consist of a sliver of cloth under the crotch and a similar sliver, not exactly round the waist, but sitting somewhere just above her mons. On the way home Lorna hugged her new garments close, not because she had any particular affection for them, but because they might meet a chapel member with x-ray eyes who would be able to see what she had bought. Fortunately they met no chapel member, and the rest of the populace seemed unmoved by her parcels. Clifford departed and the week seemed to drag towards Friday. Lorna looked forward to it with feelings that combined excitement with trepidation. Several times she asked Joshua, "I'll be all right, won't I? They won't think I'm wanton will they?" "You'll be wonderful," said Joshua comfortingly as he tried to teach her to dance. The dances seemed to consist of standing a little distance from one's partner, waving the arms and occasionally shuffling the feet, all to the sound of a throbbing drum beat. Lorna didn't seem to find it hard unless Joshua made a sudden move behind her, which seemed to be a necessary part of the otherwise minimal gyrations. On the day of the dance Lorna had a little trouble with her bowels and bladder, but recovered by the afternoon when Joshua came home early. "I'll help you get ready," he announced. "Shower first." "Joshua," shrieked Lorna, "you can't help me to shower." "Of course not," chuckled Joshua. "You do that on your own, but when you've finished, put on those new bras and panties and I'll do something with your hair." The shower over and underwear in place, Lorna sat in front of her dressing table mirror while Joshua brushed her hair. He was truly amazed because he had only ever seen his mother's hair in an unsightly bun. Now it hung to her shoulders and her face seemed to nestle inside the tresses. Joshua brushed the hair until it shone, and then opened a little box he had brought home. "A bit of makeup," he said, "I borrowed it from my girlfriend; she's a blonde too." "Makeup," squawked Lorna, "you know the chapel..." "Bugger the chapel," said Joshua, "tonight you will look beautiful." "Don't swear like that Joshua," Lorna admonished, "and I didn't know you'd got a girlfriend. I hope you haven't taken advantage of her." "Mother," Joshua said, hand on heart, "I promise you I haven't done anything to her she hasn't asked me to do." "I'm relieved to hear it," responded Lorna primly. "What she didn't know was that the young lady in question was rather keen on sex with Joshua, and very imaginative in its performance. Placated and under the persuasive blandishments of Joshua, she finally submitted to a modest touch of the devil's paint. When all was done even Lorna, barely recognising herself, had to admit that she looked "very nice." Never in her life, even given her "special clothes," had she imagined what had been lying in wait beneath the drab clothing and generally dismal personal appearance that had been her. The dress was put on carefully so as not to disturb the other preparations. It was at that moment that poor Lorna had misgivings. She saw the long slit up one side that revealed her thigh with every movement. The misnamed neck line plunged down into the valley between her breasts. Above the cups her bosom swelled so her nipples were only just hidden. She felt as if one false move would bring the whole upper assembly of the dress crashing down to reveal all. Monday, Tuesday, & Saturday "I can't," she wailed, "I can't go dressed like this they'll think I'm disgusting." "Mother...mother," soothed Joshua, "You're not going to the chapel, you're going to a university dance and you'll see plenty of exposed flesh, I promise you." "Are you sure...I mean...they won't refuse to let me in because I'm..." "No mother, they won't refuse to let you in, in fact, I think they'd let you in free if they had to." "Why would they do that?" "Never mind, mother; I've got to get ready, Susan will be here soon." "Susan? Who is Susan?" "My girlfriend; she's driving us; otherwise we walk since dad has the car." He left Lorna and went to get ready. Half an hour later Susan arrived. She was dressed in a skirt that barely covered her crotch, her midriff was bare and her ample breasts where supported, if supported they were, by two small cups of flimsy material. Apart from her clothes Lorna was struck by her seeming to be a younger version of herself. The blonde hair, pale skin, long slender legs and the ample bosom made her seem as Lorna should have been when twenty years younger. When Joshua introduced them Susan stared for a moment, then burst out, "You never told me your mother was a beauty, you always said she..." Joshua cut in hastily, "I think we should be going, it's getting late." When Joshua walked in to the hall with the two women there was a great amount of noise. The band throbbed loudly and people were talking at the tops of their voices. Dancing couples squirmed like hysterical worms on the dance floor. Near naked girls wavered in front of young men clad in mock evening dress. As Joshua and the two women made their way to the bar there was a strange occurrence. As they pressed through the throng it parted for them. People stopped dancing for a moment and there was a strange staring silence as they passed. It was rather like a ship ploughing its way silently through the ocean to leave behind it a hissing whispering wake. Susan, looking rather like the rest of the girls, did not seem to attract the attention. It was Lorna who, more elegantly clothed, that drew the salacious gaze of the men and the resentful jealousy of the girls. Reaching the bar Joshua ordered whisky for himself, gin and tonic for Susan and orange juice for Lorna. He failed to tell Lorna that the orange juice was spiked with vodka. The noise level had returned to its former cacophony, but as they turned away from the bar a number of young men who claimed to be acquaintances of Joshua came up to be introduced. Susan they already knew, but clearly it was Lorna that engaged the interest of the young men. When she was introduced as Joshua's mother there were looks of disbelief, and it was not until Lorna assured them in a timid voice that she was indeed his mother, that they accepted that as truth. There were tables scattered round the edge of the dance floor and finding one vacant, they sat down. After a few minutes Joshua and Susan excused themselves and joined the other wriggling worms on the dance floor. Lorna sat sipping her orange juice feeling a nice warm and relaxing sensation taking possession of her. The other young men, with backward glances, had gone back to their fuming partners, and Lorna, with her newly acquired feeling of liberation sat watching the chaotic scene. "So unlike the chapel gatherings she thought." While he was still gyrating on the dance floor Lorna saw someone come up to Joshua and speak to him. He was a tall dark complexioned man, clean shaven and dressed a little more formally than the rest of the gathering, and seemed to be a bit older than the rest of the company. She saw Joshua reply to whatever the man had asked and then pointed in her direction and nodded. The man made his way through the worms towards her. Reaching her table the man said, "I hope you don't mind, but Joshua said it would be all right if I came and spoke to you. I'm Roman Gage and I'm one of Joshua's tutors. I saw you come in and thought whose that lovely lady with Josh and how does he get to escort two beauties? I must admit when he told me just now that you're his mother I was amazed. He was telling the truth, wasn't he?" Lorna made a trifle bold by the vodka content of her drink said, "What a lovely compliment, but of course, it isn't true, and yes, I am his mother." It was clear that Roman could not keep his eyes from staring at Lorna's breasts, and Lorna, who had been desperately trying to hold together the slit up the side of her dress inadvertently let go her grasp. Her thigh was exposed to Roman's gaze and this momentarily refocussed his eyes. Lorna grabbed the slit together again, and so Roman's eyes returned to her bosom. In a voice that sounded as if he was choking on something Roman asked, "Would you like to dance?" Lorna, who wasn't at all sure that she wanted to join the worms, said, "I'd rather not if you don't mind, but there are plenty of lovely girls here, so if you want to..." "No, no, no," said Roman hastily, I'd like to stay with you. Can I get you another drink?" Since Lorna's glass was empty she said, "Yes, I would like another drink, it's so hot in here." Roman headed for the bar and as he waited to get the drinks a swaggering young man came up to Lorna. He began to introduce himself, but Roman was coming back. He stared at the youth who seemed to wilt, excused himself, and went off in a hurry. The noise had begun to reach new heights as the effects of alcohol, and probably other things, began to loosen tongues and inhibitions. "I'sh sho noishy in here," said Lorna. "Look," replied Roman, there's a side room that hardly anybody is using shall we go in there?" "Yesh pleash," said Lorna. I feel a bit funny...nish but funny." The unaccustomed alcohol was making its inroads into Lorna, and as she rose she staggered slightly. Roman had to take her arm and guide her to the side room. The room was furnished in fine university fashion, with deep leather armchairs and a couple of leather sofas. They sat down, or rather, Roman sat and Lorna plonked down. "Tell me how my shuns getting on with hish shtudies," said Lorna. For the next hour they discussed Joshua's academic progress, Roman's work, hopes and ambitions, the political wrangles on campus and even got around to talking about Lorna's life. Lorna was feeling very lazy and relaxed and didn't want to talk about her life, which after all, centring round the chapel and home was rather dull. Instead she leaned against Roman and said, "Ish nish in here, and you're nish." "It's nish...nice being with you," responded Roman. "Ish it really?" Queried Lorna. "What a lovely thing to shay." She snuggled closer to Roman. Roman considered her for a moment and then said, "Excuse me, I'll be back in a moment." "Probably going to the toilet," thought Lorna, and then realised that her own bladder was making itself known. She looked around and saw a door marked, "Ladies." She weaved towards it and the means of relief beyond. On returning she saw Roman looking around rather anxiously. On seeing her he smiled broadly and said, "I thought you'd cleared off and left me." "Never," said the now inhibition free Lorna. "I'd never leave sush a nish gentleman ash you." "Well, you won't have to for a while because I'm driving you home." "What...why, whersh Joshua?" "He's...er...he's gone somewhere with Susan." "Thash very incon...incon...naughty of him. Now you've got the inconven...inconven...trouble of taking me home." "It will be my pleasure," replied Roman. "Will it really...you really want to take me home?" "Yes, very much." "Oh, you are a lovely man, Roman." Roman glanced at his watch and said, "It's after one now, would you like to leave?" "After one," yelped Lorna. "Where did the time go? I ushually go to bed at half pash nine, exshept when Clifford is going to...well shometimsh I go to bed at nine." "You'd like to go, then?" "Yesh pleash." They made their way out of the building to Roman's car and drove to Lorna's house. During the trip Lorna kept informing Roman he was a lovely man and she'd enjoyed being with him "Sho mush." She accompanied this information with touches on his arm and an attempt to lean against him, but the bucket seats and the handbrake made this rather difficult. When they arrived Lorna seemed loath to get out of the car. Roman got out his side and went to her's to open the door, thinking that perhaps she was too inebriated to manage it herself. This was not quite true, but he helped her out in any case and accompanied her to the front door. At the front door Lorna looked deep into Roman's eyes and said, "Ish been lovely I don't want to leave you you're so nish." "Invite me in, then," said Roman hopefully. There are some things that even when one has imbibed a little more than is good, can focus the mind, like the moment when you're about to be hanged. The suggestion that she invite Roman in had that effect on Lorna. "I can't," she whispered, my husband..." Then she recalled that Clifford wasn't due back for a couple of days. "Well, Joshua will be home soon," she ended lamely. "I don't think Joshua will be home for a very long time yet," said Roman. "Why, what's he doing?" "He's with Susan." Lorna let this register for a moment, and then enlightenment came. "You mean they're...they're doing things...together...?" "Well, if I was Joshua and I was with Susan, I'd be doing things." "Would you really?" "Yes, are you going to invite me in or shall we say goodnight?" Lorna felt the sting of loneliness. She had enjoyed her evening with Roman and now she was going back into her drab house. It wasn't that they couldn't afford a few nice things, but Clifford said they were "worldly." What he did instead was to pile up money and then preach about the evils of Mammon on Sunday. It wasn't even as if he gave the money to the poor of something. Just for once there had been a little colour in her life and she didn't want it to end. Having been in the masculine and rather vibrant company of Roman, he was a large part of that colour. With some of her old timidity now returning she whispered, "Come in then for a while, if you'd really like to." "I'd very much like to come in," said Roman, very close to her ear and also whispering. Lorna felt a funny sort of trembly feeling thrill through her. She unlocked the door and they went in. "Shall I make some coffee or tea?" she asked. "Yes, please," said Roman in a shaky sort of voice. She invited him to sit in the lounge, but instead he followed her into the kitchen and watching her make the tea he talked about how much he had enjoyed the evening and being with her. They took the tea into the lounge. Lorna remembered the admonishments from the chapel minister about women never being alone with a man unless he was her spouse. In addition he also had said that even with her husband present a woman should never sit next to a man. She had broken the first command, and now decided to break the second. She sat next to Roman on the rather uncomfortable settee. They sipped the tea for a while, and then somehow Roman's arm slipped behind her. Embarrassed and uncertain Lorna made no attempt to move away from Roman. Then his arm was touching her shoulder and she felt herself being pulled towards him. He turned to face her and kissed her softly on the lips. Loran was astounded. Clifford had never kissed her as tenderly as that and when Roman came in for a second time he began to do something funny with his tongue and he somehow inserted it into her mouth, she froze. "What does he think he's doing?" she asked herself, "and why is his hand touching my breast?" Roman had indeed insinuated his hand into the top of her dress and was now cupping her breast, gently squeezing the nipple. Lorna found her tongue and yelped, "What are you doing Roman?" "I want you...I want you very badly," replied Roman, breathing very hard. "Want what?" "I want to make love with you." Roman had pulled down the top of her dress and her breasts were now exposed. Lorna remembered the things she had seen and read on the computer and realised what was going on. One half of her wanted to push Roman away, but the other half said, "Clifford never touched my breasts like this, and it's lovely." The chapel and Clifford began to fade into a void as Roman took one of her nipples into his mouth. Lorna gave herself up to the feelings she was beginning to experience and gasped, "Oh Roman, that's so beautiful." It was even more beautiful when she felt his hand begin to explore her vagina, but chapel virtue almost asserted itself again. "No Roman...no please don't...you're making me...making me feel...oh my God." Roman had removed her panties and was urging her out of her dress. The bras came off and for a moment Roman looked at her. "Oh Lorna, you're more beautiful than I even imagined." He began to undress himself and Lorna watched fascinated as his naked body was revealed. "He's...he's...he's... superb," she thought, "nothing like rather thin and bony Clifford." She could see his erect penis and felt her clitoris throbbing – something she had never experienced with Clifford. She was wet, very wet as she sometimes had been when she masturbated. Roman was urging her to lie back and was parting her legs. "Clifford...the chapel...oh God I want him...if I go to hell I want him." Roman came between her legs saying, "You're so lovely Lorna." No man had ever said that to her before. With Clifford and the men at the chapel she had always felt herself to be almost a neuter – without a sexual presence even when Clifford had copulated with her. Even if Roman was only saying she was lovely to get his way with her, at least he had said it and it made her feel a sensual and desirable woman. She made no resistance as Roman entered her. She thought it would be a few grunts, the ejaculation of some sperm, and it would be over; but not with Roman. At times he stopped moving and lay looking into her eyes and still murmured how lovely she was and how wonderful it was to be with her like this. Lorna had never had an orgasm with Clifford but now she felt the first quivering of its approach. "Roman...Roman...something's happening...it's happening...deeper...please deeper." The orgasm poured over her making her cry out and in the midst of this she heard Roman groan and then felt his sperm thumping into her. She cried out repeatedly, "Roman...Roman..." as he poured into her. She felt him relax just as Clifford did when he had finished, but unlike Clifford, Roman did not pull away from her and wipe his penis on a tissue like Clifford did. He stayed with her as she continued to cry out in the joy of this first orgasm with a man. When her orgasm abated Lorna suddenly felt shy. Roman was still inside her and still whispering lovely things to her and he was trying to look into her eyes. She had turned her head away, but he put his hand under her chin and turned her face to him and kissed her gently. Although Lorna did not know it, Roman knew quite a lot about her; Clifford, the chapel and the life they led. Joshua had used him as a confidant and Roman had picked up that the relationship between Lorna and Clifford was what might be described as, "Utilitarian." Lorna's very response to his sexual approach made him feel almost as if he had just taken a virgin. It was an experience that was new for him, as his previous sexual partners had all been well practiced in the sexual arts before he ever got to them. Now he felt, not love for that was too soon, but an overwhelming tenderness for this lovely woman. He felt rather troubled by this feeling because all his previous sexual couplings had been "fun" and the release of some banked up sperm. Now, with this feeling of tenderness, went a feeling of responsibility. He separated himself from her and asked, "Do you want me to go?" "Are you sure Joshua won't be home soon?" "Very sure." Her wily son, having some awareness of his mother's sexual desert, had told Roman he would not be home until the morning. "Then stay with me, Roman," Lorna pleaded hesitantly. "I'll stay as long as you want me too," Roman said, and kissed her. "But please, Roman, could we use the bed next time? This settee is so uncomfortable. "Wherever you want," said Roman, almost adding, "My love." "What the hell is happening to me," thought Roman. "I brought home a good looking woman for a fuck, and now I'm getting mushy about her and I've only known her a few hours." Try as he might Roman could not get rid of his feelings of tenderness and protectiveness for Lorna. He took her again on the bed and then they showered together. He put pillow under her buttocks and began to give her oral sex. Lorna had read about oral sex on the computer but had never quite believed that couples did that sort of thing. Now she cried out, "Roman...Roman...what are you doing to me? You can't...you mustn't." It was not so much that she didn't want him to do it, but Clifford, although he had never come anywhere near to giving her oral sex, had made disparaging remarks about her female smell. "It's revolting," he had said many times, "Go and take a shower." He took no responsibility for the odour which he had helped to create – that fishy smell that seems to go with sex. Now Lorna feared that after the wonderful coupling they had had, Roman might be revolted by her odour and... "My God, he's tasting me as well." But Roman was not turned off by either her smell or taste; on the contrary, he seemed to be enjoying it. He went on for a long time until Lorna once more felt an orgasm on the way. She squealed and writhed but Roman hung on to her determinedly. When it had finished and he moved away from her, she could see her lubricant shining on his face. She wiped his face with a tissue and then opened her legs for him. She had no orgasm this time, but stroked his face and hair and worked with him as she felt him start to ejaculate. "This is so wonderful," she thought. "Far better than all the stories and picture on the computer and so utterly different from anything with Clifford." With the thought of Clifford she shuddered. The coldness, the using of her solely for his own relief, not caring about her and her needs; "Roman is...is what? He is loving and caring. It's not all for him; he wants me to enjoy it too." After he had withdrawn from her Roman drew her to him. She snuggled against him feeling his warmth and tenderness. He had made real the world she had only experienced through the computer; it was a new world and one she wanted to stay in. Roman asked, "Can we be together again?" "I can't," said Lorna miserably, "My husband comes home in two days and..." "But I know you're alone during the day and I can get away for an hour or two, so why not..." "How do you know I'm alone?" Roman hesitated, not wanting to betray Joshua. "It was Joshua, wasn't it? He told you. Did he arrange all this?" "No...no Lorna, I swear he didn't. All he did was to ask me to bring you home and said that he'd be out for most of the night." "That's almost as good as arranging it, isn't it?" "Have I made you unhappy making love with you?" "No but...but it wasn't really making love, was it?" "What was it then?" "It was...was...was surrendering to carnal desires." "Yes, if you must put it that way; but wasn't it something more?" "No...yes...I don't know...I don't know what to think." "I think we're having our first argument, Lorna." They both laughed and Lorna snuggled closer to him. "I'd better go now," said Roman, "but I shall be knocking at your door during the week. It will be up to you whether you open the door or not." Monday, Tuesday, & Saturday Roman got off the bed and dressed. Lorna watched him and accompanied him to the door still naked. He kissed her and said, "I could do it all over again." Lorna opened the door and murmured, "Go now, I've got to think." He left. She went back to the bedroom. She could smell the aftermath of their couplings and she lay on the bed and began to cry. Her tears were not for what had happened, but that it had happened to her at her age. "Why didn't I meet him long ago?" she sighed, "we would have made such love." She slept for a while and when she finally got off the bed she put away her dance finery carefully, putting it into a box and putting it where she hoped Clifford would never find it. She dressed in her drab clothes and went to the kitchen. There she found a bedraggled Joshua sitting at the table with a mug of coffee. "Did you have a good night?" asked Lorna meaningfully. Joshua summoned up a weary grin and replied, "Fantastic, what about you?" "You lied to me about that girl," said Lorna, avoiding the question. "You said you hadn't been...been doing things with her." "I didn't mum; I said that I didn't do anything she didn't ask me to do. Did you enjoy yourself last night?" "You arranged it with Roman, didn't you?" "Not exactly, mum, all I said..." "You needn't go on, Roman told me." Joshua gave another grin and said, "Then you did...you did do it with him." "How could you do that Joshua, to your own mother?" "Mum, I don't think Roman would have raped you, he's not that type, so if you did it with him you must have agreed. All I wanted to do was to brighten up your life a bit, let you see how the other half lives. You've spent most of your life with that awful chapel lot - and...and with sour-faced dad." Lorna was about to protest, but she knew it was true. "You won't say anything to your father, will you?" "Of course I bloody well won't. I wouldn't tell him anything. Will you be...er...seeing Roman again? He's a great guy, isn't he?" "He's..." Lorna wanted to say all sorts of extravagant things about Roman, but contented herself with, "very nice, but I don't suppose there'll be opportunity for us to meet again." She felt a choking sensation that seemed to presage the arrival of tears. She turned away to try and hide the emotion she was feeling. "Come on mum," said Joshua, "You know what they say, 'Love can always find a way'." "Who said anything about love?" whimpered Lorna. "Sorry mum, only joking but he is..." "Leave it there, please, Joshua." "Okay, mum. I'm going to bed; I didn't get much sleep last night." "No, I don't expect you did." Joshua departed leaving Lorna to start trying to sort out her confused feelings. What she had done ran completely contrary to all that she had been brought up to believe, yet that night with Roman had seemed...what? She tried to think of it as evil, but it didn't work. It had been something lovely and fulfilling and she longed for Roman to be with her again. He didn't love her...of course he didn't. How could he after knowing her so short a time? He had just wanted to have sex with someone and she had been available and ultimately willing. If tomorrow some other woman made herself available for him he'd soon forget his night with her. She had made herself cheap and yet....Even if it was only for that one night he had given her something she had never experienced before; the joy of sexual fulfilment. Could he have done that without having some feeling for her? He had wanted to stay with her; had said he would come back, but was that all talk? She didn't know the answers to her questions; she only knew that she was feeling emotions previously unknown to her. The day seemed to drag by. Tomorrow was Sunday and chapel day. She shuddered at the thought of joining those "whited sepulchres" as the chapel people were so won't to accuse others of being. She could fail to attend, but Clifford was sure to hear that she had not been there, and any deviation from attendance would bring forth a sermon from him. That night she slept badly and she cuddled the pillow that had been used by Roman. Joshua, like her self, went to the chapel that morning to prevent trouble with his father. Together they listened in the drab surroundings to a sermon on the theme, "The Lecher and the Winebibber Shall be Accursed." She found herself unmoved by this diatribe and felt as if she was disassociated from the place and people. Those who from early childhood she had been involved with were suddenly strangers. On the way home Joshua said, "What a load of old tripe. I'll bet that preacher pulls himself off daily." "Please, Joshua," said Lorna, "don't talk like that," but in her heart she felt Joshua to be right. The chapel members were a bunch of repressed people who, fearful of their own sexuality and its power that lurked within them, coped by condemning and abusing those who lived life as they never had. The question for Lorna was, having seen something of that other world, would she have the courage to remain in it, or would she fall back on the narrow safety of the chapel? Clifford was due back by mid afternoon. He arrived home full of pious zeal and ready to deliver a whole galaxy of sermons on the spot. It might have been expected that after a week's absence from home, he would have made up for his lack of sexual release, but not Clifford. It was not Tuesday, Thursday or Friday and the regime must to stuck to. Additionally it was Sunday, and not the day for engaging in things of the flesh. The sermonizing based on what he had learned at the conference went on until bedtime and beyond. An emotionally exhausted Lorna fell asleep just as Clifford was informing her that "The day of wrath is near." Monday passed uneventfully and the dreaded Tuesday followed as it always tends to do. This was the night of Clifford's gratification, or whatever it was. Lorna, who until this point had simply accepted this situation, now felt sickened at the mere thought of it. She was sitting in the kitchen about lunch time when there came a knock at the front door. She went rigid. Was it Roman? What should she do? If it was he and she let him in and things happened between them, what sort of Pandora's Box would she be opening? The knock came again. She would answer the door and if it was Roman she would tell him to go away and never return. It was indeed Roman, but there was no telling him to go away. The moment she opened the door he stepped inside and took her in his arms and kissed her hungrily. "Oh God, Lorna, I've wanted you so badly." Hardly thinking what she was saying Lorna gasped, "Roman, oh Roman, I've missed you so much." Without any other words they moved towards the bedroom. Lorna was in drab clothes, not her sexy gear, and her hair was back in its bun. Even as they went towards the bedroom Roman was letting loose her hair and beginning to undress her, she was stroking his face and hair. The undressing finished they fell on the bed and Roman said, "A quick one, darling, and then a long one afterwards." Lorna parted her legs for him and he came between them. She took his penis and guided it into her. As she felt him penetrating her she gasped out, "Yes, Roman...yes." He came quickly before she had time for an orgasm. He seemed almost desperate in his need for her. Lorna clung to him saying words she would have thought ridiculous outside this moment of passion; "I love you...I love you..." When Roman had finished ejecting into her he moaned, "You can't know how much I've wanted you, Lorna. I've thought of nothing else since I left you. I made a hell of a mess of the tutorial this morning." "Do you feel better now, darling?" asked Lorna. "Sort of," he replied, "can I do it again?" "Do you need to ask, my love?" "Come on top of me this time." Lorna who had never experienced anything but the missionary position said, "I don't know what to do." "Sit across me and I'll show you." She sat across him and Roman, raising her up and moving her back a little, said, "Now just lower your self." As she did she felt his penis slide into her. As she felt him enter she gave a little yelp and said, "Oh Roman, that's so lovely." "Just raise and lower your hips, darling." Lorna quickly got the hang of it and found she could angle his penis to give her most satisfaction. As her orgasm struck she gave a little scream and began to pound up and down gasping, "I love you...I love you...don't leave me..." It was when she had nearly finished that Roman released his sperm into her. She wanted it so much...Clifford's she had never cared for...but Roman's..."It's somehow different," she thought. When he had finished she hung over him, letting her breasts brush his chest. Roman pulled her closer, kissed her and said, "Lorna, I think I'm falling in love." Lorna knew that the night would bring Clifford's penis into her vagina. She felt sick at the thought of it. She wanted to speak to Roman about it, to tell him that what she did with Clifford meant nothing compared to what she did with him, but she was still too reticent. As they lay embracing she wondered about those words, "I think I'm falling in love." What did they mean? Was he merely saying he liked having sex with her, or did they mean something more? And what was love anyway. At the chapel the passage, "Love thy neighbour as thyself" meant loving the other members of the chapel, but not those outside it. In any case, the chapel members seemed singularly lacking in self-love, so how could they love anyone else? Roman had to leave, but he went with obvious reluctance. "I'll come again tomorrow, if you'd like me to?" "Yes, come again tomorrow, Roman, but..." "But what?" "I don't want you coming if there's...there's someone else." He smiled; kissed her, and said, "There'll be no one else as long as I have you." He left. That night before Clifford set about having sex with her, Lorna had to suffer yet another sermon. Clifford informed her that their city had been chosen as the place of "The Lord's second coming." The second coming would be soon because they had received a sign at the conference. For some reason best known to him self God had ordained that the sign of the imminence of the second coming was that their amalgam teeth fillings would turn to gold. It appeared that almost instantaneously the members of the conference had found that their fillings had turned to gold. In order to prove this Clifford demonstrated with his own fillings. As far as Lorna could see they were still plain old dental amalgam, but she dared not say so for fear of inciting a tirade. Clifford got on with the job and after a few grunts and gasps unloaded his bank of semen into Lorna. She lay there during this performance no longer simply accepting it, but hating it. When he had finished he carried out the usual penis wiping and said, "Go and shower, we don't want your smell in the bed." Lorna went to shower, not so much in obedience to Clifford, but because she was in a hurry to get his semen out of her. She wanted Roman's semen and what she had in her now was poison to her. Having divested himself of the sermon and offloaded his sperm, Clifford was snoring when Lorna returned to the bedroom. She looked at him with distaste and then climbed reluctantly into the bed. She took a long time to go to sleep, and when she did, she dreamed of Roman. Roman came the next day and his first action was to bring her to climax with oral sex. Lorna had learned a few things about oral sex from the computer, including giving a male oral sex. She got Roman to lie on his back and slowly kissed her way down his body until her mouth was poised over the crown of his penis. She paused for a moment. She could see clear sticky fluid oozing out of the little slit. Taking a deep breath she took his crown into her mouth. Roman gave a groan and clutched her head to him. Lorna began to lick and suck, tasting Roman as he had tasted her. She felt him start to tremble and he cried out, "Lorna, I'm coming...let go...let go..." Lorna did not let go. She felt the first spurt of his semen into her mouth and savoured the salt taste. Roman continued to spurt semen and she tried to swallow it, but it became too much for her and began to run out of her mouth. She had feared she might be revolted, but instead she said to herself, "I'm tasting Roman, and I love it." He finished with a contented sigh and Lorna removed his penis from her mouth. She wanted to say something but the sticky semen made it hard. Finally, and as if she was under the influence of the vodka again, she asked, "Wash that nish, darling?" "It was wonderful, my love. Was it all right for you...I didn't want you to..." "It wash lovely." "Hey," said Roman looking at her, "Let's clean you up a bit, I haven't finished with you yet." He cleaned round her mouth and got her to stick out her tongue for wiping clear. As she put out her tongue he licked some of the sperm from it and grinned saying, "Now I've tasted myself." He began to fondle her breasts, and then started sucking her nipples. She held his head close to her, loving the suckling, and for once feeling herself to be in charge, as if he was a child she was feeding. She was already aroused and wet with lubricant, but Roman's fingers explored her vagina and clitoris. The sucking of her nipples and the touching of her clitoris brought Lorna close to orgasm. Roman seemed to sense this and came between her legs and entered her. In seconds the orgasm came, shaking her and drawing out gentle whimpers from her. She gave a loud squeal as her climax came and it was then Roman ejaculated for the second time. Once more Lorna was crying out, "I love you...I love you...don't ever leave me." When Roman had finished he sighed and said, "I adore you, little Lorna." Indeed he did adore her. She was unlike any other women he had been with. She had a sweetness and innocence about her that made him want to say, "I'll take care of you, I won't let anything hurt you." She was beautiful and somehow unspoilt, so unlike the sexually blasé women he had known. In truth he felt an overwhelming love for this lovely and refreshingly ingenuous woman. He withdrew from her and said, "I have to go, Lorna, I've got a tutorial to take." "I know," she said. "Come back when you can, I'll be waiting for you." He left feeling a great reluctance but from then on he returned day after day during the week. The weekends were closed to them because Clifford and Joshua were at home. The Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday sexual fiascos went on, and Lorna grew too loath them increasingly. Sundays at the chapel also went on and she came to dread having to sit through the dreary services. The bright times, the times when she was truly alive, were when she was with Roman. They talked of her leaving Clifford, but Lorna was not ready for that yet – at least, not until the critical moment arrived. She loved Roman with a burning passion and she was sure he loved her, but the chapel lingered on. She just could not make the break. Then came the crisis. Neither she nor Clifford had ever used any method of contraception. "The purpose of carnal relationships is procreation," Clifford had sermonised. Apart from Joshua Lorna had never got pregnant, but now she was. She told Roman first, waiting for him to reject her. "I'm going to have a baby, Roman," she said anxiously, "but I can't be sure whose it is." They were lying naked on the bed and Roman looked at her for a few moments, then he kissed her and said, "I don't mind whose it is, come to me." Lorna began to cry. "Would you really...would you really take me...even though the baby might not be..." "I will take you no matter what," he replied. "I love you and want you. Does you're husband love you and want you?" "I don't know what he wants anymore, except those..." "Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday when he fucks you," said Roman. "Yes, but I must tell him about the baby. If I'm going to leave him I must tell him why." "Do you want me to tell him?" "No, certainly not, Roman. I've cowed to him for twenty years, I won't cower anymore and I'll be the one to tell him." And so it was. Lorna chose a Wednesday evening when there was no copulating, and told Clifford quite bluntly. "Clifford, I'm going to have a baby." Clifford looked up from the sermon he was preparing and stared at her for a few moments. "Did you say you're going to have a baby?" "Yes." "After all these years?" "Yes." "You're sure?" "Yes, the doctor told me." "I don't know what the chapel..." "There's just one thing I have to tell you, Clifford." "What?" "The baby might not be yours." For a moment Clifford said nothing as he tried to take in what he had just heard. Then his normally bulbous eyes suddenly stuck out even further, his pale skin reddened and his mouth fell open. He jumped to his feet, scattering sermon papers over the floor. "You mean you've been having carnal relations with another man?" "Yes." I...I...you...you...slut. You whore of Babylon...you Jezebel...I...I...you harlot of Satan...I'll...I'll kill you...I'll...have your name struck off the chapel membership roles...you'll leave this..." He raced to her and struck her a blow across the face. "You should be publicly whipped and then burnt at the stake. You should be made to stand outside the chapel with a sign round your neck, 'I am a harlot'." He struck her again and then seized hold of her shaking her. She kneed him in the groin and he doubled up screaming with pain. I'll kill you, I'll kill you," he croaked. Lorna fled from the house. She ran the two kilometres to Roman's house and banged on the door. She banged and banged and there was no answer. Finally she collapsed on the doorstep. When Roman arrived home she was still sitting there weeping. He asked no questions and simply opened the door and picking her up carried her into the lounge. There under the light he saw the bruises on her face. "The bastard," he said, "I'll go and..." "No Roman, leave him. If you want me that is enough, I'm here." "I want you; I've wanted you all along." "I haven't got a thing, Roman. I ran from the house and I only have what you see me in." "It's enough to have you here, my love," Roman said. "Now suppose you have a shower and get into bed, then I'll see what I can do for those bruises." When Lorna had finished her shower Roman took her to the bedroom. Lorna saw the double bed and felt a spear of jealousy pierce her. She thought of all the other women who had occupied it with Roman. "Are you sure you want me," she asked, emphasising the "me." Roman took her point and said, "Yes, there have been others, but not now or in the future." He helped her into the bed and undressing her got in with her. He made no moves to have sex with her, he simply held her as she went gradually off to sleep. Her last drowsy words were, "I love you, Roman," and Roman responded, "And I love you very dearly." Two days later Joshua arrived at Roman's house in a taxi stacked with boxes and parcels. They contained as many of Lorna's clothes and other things that he had been able to rescue. "Dad's in a hell of a state," he announced. "He had all your things ready to burn, but I got to them before he could set light to them and here they are." "Is he all right?" asked Lorna. "I don't know about 'all right'," grinned Joshua. "The thing is, though, he doesn't seem so worried about you leaving and the baby – oh yes, I know about that because he keeps going on about it – but what he's really worried about is what they'll think and say at the chapel." Monday, Tuesday, & Saturday "Are you going to be all right living there?" asked Lorna anxiously. "I don't know whether or not I would be, but I'm not going to find out. I'm moving in with Susan. I'm going back now with the taxi to get my stuff – by the way, I'm a bit short, could you lend me some money?" "I haven't got any money," said Lorna. "Its okay," said Roman," I've got some." He handed over some notes. "By the way," grinned Joshua, "congratulations you two; I think you've done the right thing mum...at last...I knew Roman was the guy for you." "Bugger off, Joshua," Roman chuckled, "and don't come back for any more money." Under the law one year's irreconcilable breakdown on a marriage was sufficient to gain a divorce. Lorna knew Clifford would not start divorce proceedings because the chapel forbade all divorce, so she started proceedings. The baby had arrived well before the divorce proceeding began, a girl that they called "Ishtar". That Roman was the father seemed obvious since the girl had his dark colouring and not Clifford's pale skin and hair. They talked about having tests done, but Roman pointed out that he had said right at the start he would take Lorna no matter what, and that included the baby, so no tests were carried out. Clifford delivered one more sermon to Lorna via letter. In substance, and with many biblical quotes, or rather, misquotes, he pointed out that they had been made, "One flesh," their bond was insoluble, and in the eyes of God, or more accurately, the chapel, she was outcast from the household of the "Righteous" and was destined for eternal torment. The letter was not exactly subjected to eternal torment, but was certainly burnt by Lorna. Soon after her divorce became absolute she and Roman married. It was some years after this even and when Joshua had finally married his lovely Susan that Joshua said, "You know, you two go on as if you've only been married for a couple of weeks." He was right, but probably didn't know how right. His remark had been based on seeing Roman and Lorna embracing and holding hands. What he did not know, or wasn't sure of, was what went on in bed at night or at other times for that matter, and it wasn't only Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday.