12 comments/ 21223 views/ 18 favorites Oh My God, It's You By: Cromagnonman This story is semi-autobiographical, very semi. As a young 'tradey' working on a plumbing job at a palatial mansion, I was confronted by the vision of the young lady of the house sunbathing in a tiny bikini. What follows is where the story diverges from the biographical to, firstly and briefly, my dreams of what might have been if I was the son of a wealthy family, and not some working class slob, and then to my imagination, mostly my imagination. There are some similarities, such as she did sort of let me know that she liked me a lot, but, as I say in the story, I know my place. And the words of the title were uttered by her some time later when we were both at the same party. I was there with my girlfriend of the time, and future ex-wife. CM I noticed her watching me from behind her curtains as I used the skimmer to remove the dead leaves from the swimming pool. It was a hot day and I had taken my shirt off and was wearing only shorts. The leaves removed, I noticed something on the bottom of the pool that had been missed by the automatic pool vacuum. I dived in to retrieve it, an earring, and expensive earring, its diamond glistening in the bright sun. I climbed from the pool and placed it on the table under the shade while I continued my tasks. Broom in hand I moved around the pool perimeter sweeping the leaves towards one end so that I could pick them up and load them into the wheelbarrow and take them down to the composting area at the bottom of the garden. It was a large property that had survived in this family for several generations since the early days of New South Wales. The original owner had been a Captain in the colonial army, and responsible for the oversight of the convict labour force that made up the road gangs and farm labourers of this fledgling colony. He was not the martinet that typified his rank, instead he cared for his workers and they began to trust him and not try to escape to begin a life of bushranging, like many others. He had acquired good grazing land and built up his holdings over his tenure. His son had extended these holdings as the land to the west of the Great Dividing Ranges was opened up by the early explorers. His Sydney land grant was expanded to several acres and on this he built an almost palatial home. This remained structurally unchanged to the present time, the only changes were to follow the changing architectural fashion. The addition of the swimming pool to the outdoor tennis court completed the area immediately adjacent to the house, while the original stables now protected the family cars from the weather. The work originally carried out by a team of gardeners was now managed by one, aided by modern tools and machines. This was where I fitted in, I was the temporary gardener, filling in for my father who was recovering from a bad accident involving a falling tree branch in the park near where we lived. The family was holding his job open for him because he had been there for years and they didn't want to lose his expertise, the expertise that I was still learning but applying to tending the grounds. It was a good job, but I would be happy to give it back to my father and resume my life that was on hold while he recovered. She came out while I was sweeping, and draped a towel onto the sunlounge before stretching out on it. Her bikini might just as well not be there it was so tiny, a thong between her arse cheeks and the thin straps of her top were all that I could see as she lay on her stomach working on her tan. To aid the process she reached behind her and untied the strap, allowing the ends to fall beside her. She was reading a fashion magazine, Vogue I think, and because she had to prop herself up a little, I had an excellent side view of her boobs, her nipples pointing out in front. I turned away quickly because my cock was starting to stand up, and I didn't want her to notice my arousal. "Michael, would you come here?" "Yes Miss." Her name was Stephanie, but she was the owner's daughter and I had to show due deference to her. She was the only child and was used to getting her own way. "Would you rub some sun-block onto my back, I don't want to burn." "Yes Miss." I picked up the squeeze bottle and squeezed some onto her tan back and began to massage it in, starting from her neck and working my way down. As I rubbed it into her arse cheeks she raised her hips and I could see the beginning of the fabric triangle that hid her pussy. She knew that I was looking at her, I swear I heard her chuckle at my discomfort as I worked my way down each leg in turn, She squirmed as I rubbed the lotion into the soles of her feet, and as I finished and stood up, she rolled onto her back. "Do my front." She ordered, with me staring at her boobs and my hands shaking. "And that's an order." I obeyed. Again beginning at her neck and working down, I headed for those magnificent boobs, with their nipples staring back at me. I worked the lotion around them quickly and moved on. "No Michael, you'll have to do them again, I'm sure that you missed a spot." She was enjoying my discomfort immensely as I massaged her boobs, and her nipples hardened under my hands. When I was sure that I had covered every square centimetre of naked boob I moved on down toward the small triangle that covered her shaved pussy. It had to be shaved because the triangle was no more than 50mm across the top. She grabbed my hand and pushed it under the triangle. "I want you to cover all of me." She spread her legs so that I could apply lotion to the inside of her thighs. As I was doing that she lifted the edge of her bikini. "In there too Michael." My fingers ran along the length of her pussy slit and her hips rose to meet them. "You have such gentle hands Michael." She sighed. I quickly turned my attention to the rest of her legs. "I had better get on with the rest of my work." I said as I stood up, making sure that I was facing away from her so that she couldn't see the effect she had on me, and hurried off to finish sweeping leaves. My next job was to mow the front lawns, so I got out the ride-on mower and rode it around to the front of the house. I then got the small tractor with its trailer and drove it around. I began to mow and, as the catcher filled I would drive it to the trailer and load the cut grass onto it. I was safe out here, she was a long way off, and while I rode the mower there was no chance of me getting aroused by her. An hour later I was finished, the mower cleaned up and stored back in its shed and the trailer emptied and stowed away. My work for the day was finished, so I put my helmet on and started my motor bike up. As I rode around the house, there she was, standing beside the driveway, a helmet in her hand. "Michael, I have to go to my friend's house, could you give me a ride?" This wasn't so much a request as a demand. "Sure, hop on." This was going to be interesting. "Where are we going?" "I'll direct you. Just turn right out of the driveway and I'll show you from there." She placed her arms around me and leaned into my body. At the end of her street she released one hand and pointed to the left. I turned left and her hand returned to its former position, almost, instead of being around my waist, it was lower down. My cock was waking up and I was sure that she would soon feel it. Another left turn and she felt it and it felt her. I stopped the bike. "Why are you stopping?" "Because, if you keep doing that we are in danger of having an accident. How would I explain that to your parents? I was distracted by Stephanie handling my cock. If you want me to take you to your friend's house, you'd better behave yourself." "All right, I'll behave." She was true to her word, just, and I stopped where she told me to stop and she got off. "I'll see you tomorrow, won't I?" "I'll be mowing the back lawns, and that will take most of the day, so you might not see me." I was half way through mowing when she appeared, complete with a cool drink for the both of us. "You look like you need this." She said, handing it to me. She sipped her drink. "How is your father getting along?" "Slowly. He's having a lot of physio to keep the joints free while his shoulder mends." My father was standing in the way of a large falling tree branch. He hadn't meant to stand in the way, it fell without warning and landed on his shoulder and head. He was in a coma for a week and unable to move his shoulder for six weeks, since then it's been a matter of easing into strengthening the muscles so as not to put too much strain on the healing fractures. The chances of long term pain are quite high, but the operation to overcome this has a very low success rate and a long, six to twelve months, recovery time. He has decided that, if he can stand the pain, to forego the operation. I had deferred studies and taken over his job while he recovered. "So, you'll be working for my parents for a while yet." "It looks that way. I enjoy the work and the money's not bad." "I'd better let you get back to it." She held out her hand for the glass. I'm not certain, but I think that she deliberately touched my hand as she took the glass from me. I finished the mowing and cleaned up the mower before walking up to the pool to check to see if there were any leaves in it. There were a few that I scooped up. "Michael." I turned around to see her in a short tennis dress, her long, tanned legs in stark contrast to the brilliant white of her tennis dress and shoes and socks. It took a while for me to drag my eyes off this vision, and then only after she spoke again. "Will you have time to mark out the tennis court for me? I have some friends coming over for a game this afternoon." "Sure thing." I went to the shed and got the line marker out. It took around fifteen minutes to mark the court and set the net. "They're not due for a few minutes, would you get a racquet and have a hit with me?" "I'm hardly dressed for it, but okay. I haven't played for a while so go easy on me." I might not have played for a few months, but the last time I played I won the high school championship. She was good, I'll give her that. I managed to win without appearing to be trying too hard. "You're pretty good, do you know that?" She said as she mopped her face with a towel. "I have my moments." "I would like to do this more often." "I don't think that would be a good idea, me playing tennis with you while I'm supposed to be working." "Oh well, a girl can dream." If I didn't know better, I would say that she was either hitting on me or being a snooty little bitch winding up the help. Her friends arrived so I made myself scarce. The next day I arrived for work just as her parents left for their work. Their car stopped and her father got out. "Michael, I've been meaning to talk to you about your work here." I looked at his face to see if this was going to be bad news for me. His expression was neutral. "We appreciate the work that you're doing here, the grounds look to be in great condition. There is one thing that we would like you to take care of, when you have time that is." He caught the puzzled expression on my face. "Stephanie tells us that you're very good at tennis. She plays in the local competition, but she wants extra practise, and she has asked if we could ask you to help her in that area, but only if it doesn't interfere with your duties." "I'll help where I can, but my father would never forgive me if I let the gardens go, this job is his labour of love." "Thanks Michael, I know that you'll do the right thing." Right thing, huh! So their snotty little princess has convinced them that she wants me to be her tennis coach in my spare time. If I play my cards right there'll be little, if any spare time, even if I have to trim the lawn with nail scissors. I was sweeping the driveway when she came out with a cool drink for me. "Did my parents ask you if you'd help with my tennis?" "Yes, but they emphasised that I should not ignore my real job." That should let her know that I'm not here at her beck and call. "If I were to help you with your work, that will give you more time to help me with my tennis, won't it?" "I can't ask you to do that, and I don't think that it's a good idea." "But I want to do it, please, won't you let me be useful. I'm bored doing nothing all day." "Well you can't help me looking like that, you need proper work clothes, and gloves." That should get rid of her for a while, there's no way that she will have clothes suitable for work and proper work gloves, I doubt if they're made that small. I was in for a shock. Ten minutes later she re-emerged from the house in a pair of jeans with a wear tear in the knees, a polo shirt that had paint spatter on it, a baseball cap with her hair pulled through the adjustment strap and tied back in a ponytail, and the piece de resistance was a pair of leather gloves that she was pulling on. "How do I look?" She struck a pose. "Surprisingly perfect. Sorry, I shouldn't have said that." My face was red with embarrassment. She smiled in a way that I was going to become familiar with over the next couple of weeks. Get better quick Dad, I don't know how much of this I can stand. "Well, what do you want me to do?" "What? Oh yes, work. While I sweep the driveway into heaps, no, that's not right. I will sweep the leaves into heaps, if you could follow with the wheelbarrow and collect them, that would be good." If I thought that she would give up after half an hour of menial labour, I was very much mistaken. She followed me all the way to the front gate and then insisted that she should wheel the barrow back to the compost bin. "Time for a quick break." I told her after we had emptied the barrow. "I have a flask of coffee, do you want a cup?" I was hoping that she would say 'no' and disappear into the house, never to be seen for the rest of the day, but no. We sat on bales of pea straw, that's used for garden mulch, sipping coffee and munching on some cake that Mum had given me. "What were you doing before you started work here?" She asked between mouthfuls. "I was at school." I answered, swallowing, as much to empty my mouth as to hide my discomfort at her question. "When your father comes back to work, what are your plans then?" "We haven't made any plans, it all depends on when he's fit again. How about you, what are your plans for the rest of your life?" "That's where I have a problem, I have my plans but my parents have their own plans for my life." "Okay, I'll rephrase, what are your plans? Forget about your parents, for the time being, what are your plans?" "I want to study for something that will benefit me, something like Design, not some stupid course designed to attract a future husband." "What sort of Design, Fashion Design or Industrial Design?" "In spite of what you might think of me, not Fashion Design, I'm not that much into fashion. No, I thought Industrial Design, or even Automotive, that would be good, there seems to be as much emphasis on the design of the exterior and interior of cars as there is to the engineering side of them. Have you noticed how all of the normal cars look the same these days?" "I haven't really taken much notice of them, I'm more interested in the high performance cars, now that's where the designers get creative. Working on designs that are practical and efficient more than just good looking, that's an art." "That's so right. Just think of how many cars Lamborghini or Ferrari would sell if they looked like a Toyota, none." Stephanie really surprised me, here I was thinking of her as a spoilt little princess and she goes and does this to me. After our break I had to prune the rose bushes. "How do you know where to prune them?" She asked as I started on the first one. "You have to work out which stem you want to keep, usually the centre ones are cut out and the outer ones that are pointing outwards. Then it's a matter of cutting them down to the first bud that is pointing in the right direction, that way the bush is shaped to maximise the sunlight." "Do you mind if I try?" She reached for the secateurs. "Sure." "Right here?" She held the secateurs where she thought the cut should be made. "That's perfect. We'll make a gardener of you yet." "How come you know so much about this?" "I watch my father and I've learnt a lot from him." We finished the pruning just after lunch and there wasn't a lot left to do for the day. "Okay, I've helped you, now it's your turn." I looked at her. "Tennis silly. That was the deal that you made with my parents wasn't it, that you'd help me with my tennis when and if you had any spare time. I helped you so that you'd have spare time, now you have to help me." She went into the house and returned a few minutes later. I was expecting the short tennis dress that she wore yesterday, but was pleased when she emerged having only changed her shoes. "Okay, let's go. Don't tell me that you're disappointed that I'm not wearing my tennis dress?" "Actually, I'm surprised after the way that you teased me the other day. I was scared that you would wear it, and I was also thinking that I'd be going to lay a racquet on the ball if you did." "Aren't you sweet?" She tossed me a couple of balls. "You serve first." We played for the best part of an hour before she called a halt. It was warm and we had both worked up a sweat. "I think we should cool off in the pool, don't you?" "I don't think so." "Why not?" "I don't think that I could handle it if you were wearing that excuse for a bikini that you had the other day." "I wouldn't do that to you. Actually I was thinking of skinny dipping." "No way. If you think that I'm going to get in that pool with you with nothing on, you've got another think coming." "You should have seen the look on your face. Don't worry, I was only joking." She went inside and emerged in the type of bikini that she would wear if her parents were around. I stripped my shirt and shoes off and dived in with just my shorts. Her dive hardly made a ripple as opposed to my huge splash and tsunami. I could make out her slim shape as she came towards me. I was expecting some inappropriate touching as she reached me, but that never happened. I was surprised that I was somehow disappointed at this. "Hi you." She spat a mouthful of water at my face. I reached out and pushed her head under, releasing it immediately. She surfaced and smiled at me, then reached a hand out and drew my face to hers. It was a quick kiss, but one that held a certain promise to it. "You are so not like the boys that I know, by now they would have been all hands, groping at me thinking that it would turn me on." "The thought did cross my mind, but I know my place in the scheme of things, and my father would never forgive me if my indiscretion got him fired." "What's going on here?" We hadn't heard her friend Jenny come around the back of the house. "Here I've been ringing your door bell for hours and you're around here in the pool with him. No fair, keeping him to yourself." She stripped off to her panties and dived into the pool before we could tell her that nothing was happening, not that she would have believed us. As she reached me, a hand snaked out and between my legs, grabbing at my cock. "You're slipping Steph, he's not even half hard." "Leave him alone." "Why? Do you want him for yourself?" "It's not that. We have to be careful that we don't go too far, Michael works for Dad and he could get fired if he does the wrong thing with me, and I don't want that to happen." "Bullshit girl, all you've talked about for the past few days is what a hunk he is and how you like teasing him." I said nothing, I just swam to the edge of the pool and climbed out. Oh My God, It's You "Michael, come back." Stephanie called. I ignored her. This was always going to end in disaster, I should never have allowed her to help me, and place me in a position where I would have to go along with her wishes. I know better now, it will not happen again. I grabbed my clothes and headed for the garden shed. There was a towel there that I could use to dry myself, and then I would ride home and try to forget about the humiliation that I felt right now. I had stripped my shorts and jocks off and rolled them in the towel so that I could wring as much water as possible from them before going home, when I heard a voice. "Michael, I didn't mean for that to happen, please believe me." I had my back to her, so was sort of decent. She came in and sat on a straw bale, leaving me fully exposed to her gaze. I tried to cover up with the towel, and my shorts and jocks dropped to the floor. I was flustered and stooped to pick them up, but she beat me to them. I thought that she was going to tease me by keeping them from me, but she didn't. "Michael, please, look at me." I looked. "I like you, I like you a lot, and I'll never do anything to you that could get you into trouble. I told Jenny to go home and she's angry with me. I think that she fancies you, and I can't blame her, no, forget I said that. I think I'll shut up now and take the foot out of my mouth." I looked at her and burst out laughing. "You should see yourself trying to be serious and remorseful at the same time. That's not you, you're always so friendly and so much fun." "So you have noticed me?" "Who wouldn't? If I was in your league I would want to be your boyfriend, but that's out of the question." "Is it?" I couldn't understand why she would say this. "Yes, you'd best forget any ideas of us getting together, it just can't happen." "But you'll still be my friend?" "Yes, if you want." "And give me tennis lessons?" "Yes, if you want." "And go swimming with me?" There was a teasing smile on her face this time. "I don't know about that. If I do I'll have to bring bathers, so that I can get changed rather than have to wring out my shorts and jocks before going home." "Good. I'm going back to the house. I'll see you in the morning." As she walked past me she gave me another of those kisses. What was I to make of this? Could I trust her not to push the point too far, could I trust myself for that matter? These were questions for which I had no immediate answer. "What is the plan for today?" Stephanie asked as I came out of the garden shed the next morning. "There are a couple of trees down near the back fence that need trimming, the branches are growing too far out from the trunk, it puts too much strain on them and they are liable to break without warning when under heat stress." "Is that what happened to your father?" "Yes, that's why he is insisting that I trim them. How strong are you feeling this morning?" "Don't worry, I've had my Wheaties, why?" "I'll need you to take the weight of the branches while I put the undercut in them." "You'll have to explain that one to me, you were speaking a foreign language." I had loaded the gear that I'd need into the trailer behind the tractor. "Jump on, it'll save you walking." She climbed up behind me, stood on the draw bar, and hung on as I drove down the long drive to the back fence-line. She kept her hands around my waist, so there was no inappropriate touching, damn. I threw a rope over a high branch and tied it around the one that I had to remove. "If you hang onto this and just take the weight of it while I cut up from underneath, that way the chainsaw doesn't jam. Once I've made that cut, I want you to wrap the rope once around the tree trunk, and after I've cut from above you hang on until I can give you a hand to lower the branch. Once on the ground I'll have to cut it into smaller pieces, the thin stuff can be cut really small and go into the compost along with the leaves, the bigger pieces will eventually get picked up by a company that can put them through a huge muncher to be turned into mulch." Stephanie really enjoyed helping me, and I have to admit that I enjoyed her help. She was changing from the snotty little prick tease that I had encountered not that long ago, to a bright, friendly girl who didn't mind getting her hands dirty or her hair mussed up. I was beginning to like her. When I first saw her I was immediately in love with her, but that was until she started teasing me, and then I began to not appreciate her. I still loved her, but not with the same intensity as before. The pendulum has swung back to where it first was. We were swimming in the pool later that afternoon when her friend Jenny arrived. "I thought as much. You haven't answered your phone all day, so I knew that the two of you would be having a good time together, with no thought to your best friend either." She sounded pissed off at Stephanie. "I've been helping Michael around the garden. It's been so boring here on my own with both Mum and Dad at work." "But you're not bored now, are you? You're keeping him for yourself." She stripped to her panties as she had two days ago, and dived into the pool. I knew immediately what was going to happen next. She grabbed at my cock on the way through. "He's hard today, you must be doing something right." I took her hand off my cock and pushed her away from me. "Someone doesn't like to be touched." "Not by you, that's for sure." I said to her. "That didn't come out right, did it?" I said to Stephanie. "If you listen to her she has had hundreds of lovers." "Meow, just because you're still a virgin, doesn't mean that I'm a slut because I have had a few boys, and men, in my time. I can get any man that I want." "I'll leave you two girls to enjoy yourselves, I still have some work to do." "Wait Michael, I'll help you." "And leave me here on my own, I don't think so." Jenny was not liking being left out of things. She climbed out of the pool and dried herself with one of the towels, the one that I was going to use. I stayed wet and walked down to the garden shed where I had my own towel, it wasn't clean, I used it to dry my sweaty body and I was going to take it home with me and wash it. Stephanie came into the shed. "I'm sorry about her, she flaunts herself and enjoys talking about her conquests when she knows that I'm a lot more selective about which boys I want to be seen with." "My, this is a cosy little set up you two have down here. Have you christened the hay yet?" She was looking at the bales of pea straw. "I might finish early this afternoon, I see that I won't be able to get any more work done." "Will I see you in the morning?" Stephanie asked. "I'm being paid to be here working, so yes, I guess you will, unless . . ." I looked at Jenny. I didn't see her the next morning and I was feeling like something was missing in my life. It was just on 12:00 when she came out, and she was angry. "How could you do this to me?" "Do what?" My mind quickly scrolled through what had happened over the past day, seeking some answer to her question. I could think of none. "There you were yesterday acting as if you couldn't stand Jenny." "I can't stand her." I quickly said. "And you go and do that to me." "You keep saying I've done something to you, tell me what it is that I'm supposed to have done?" "I was beginning to really like you." There was a sadness in her eyes now. "I even thought that I was in love with you, but now, I don't know anymore." She broke down in tears. I moved to comfort her but she pushed me away. "Don't touch me you pig!" "If you'd only tell me what it is that I'm supposed to have done, maybe we can resolve this." "How could you have had sex with her?" "With who am I supposed to have had sex?" "Jenny. She rang me this morning and described in great detail how you went around to her place last night and had sex with her. She even told me that she had come seven times and that you were the best lover that she had ever had. You hurt me, do you realise that?" "I have not hurt you." I stood in front of her, not daring to touch her. "I have not had sex with her. I would never have sex with her, and I don't blame you for getting angry with me if you think that I'd do that. I'm in love with you." There, I'd blurted out my feelings for her, and probably blown my chances of success, I'm not good enough for her, and I'll never be good enough. Stephanie stopped crying and looked at me, the hurt still occupying her face. She turned on her heels and went back inside. I ignored her but not my feelings for her, for the rest of the week. When I was working around the pool or the tennis court, I would cast a sneaky peak at her window and, several times, I caught her watching me. I was tempted to knock on her door over some pretence, but I was too badly hurt myself to force myself to do it. As they say, I suffered in silence. Dad came back to work the following Monday and I walked around with him, showing him what I had done and was doing. I stayed on for the week just to be sure that he was able to cope with the duties, the tree branches that Stephanie and I had cut back, were the last of the heavy jobs that needed doing. It was close to Christmas and, on my last day of full time work I was given an envelope with several hundred dollar bills and a store gift card, along with a card signed by each of the family. Stephanie had dotted the 'I' in her name with a tiny heart, with a line drawn through it, telling me that she was still heartbroken at my actions. I had to do something about this. I could always go and see Jenny and force her to tell Stephanie the truth but for a couple of good reasons. Firstly I didn't know where she lived, and didn't know her surname so couldn't find it in the phone book. Then there was the problem of what I would do if I met her, would I be able to resist her advances, that's if her body language was right, would I want to resist her. I could answer that one easily, I would want to resist, whether I was successful was another thing. My other problem was that I should stop rationalising this whole thing, Stephanie was way out of my league and there was nothing that I could do about that. "What's been bothering you lately?" Mum asked when I got home. "It's my problem Mum, you have your own to live with, and you don't need mine. I can sort it out myself." "If you could have done that you would have, but you've been moping around for weeks. What is it? Just talking about it might help." I thought about it for a while before deciding that if she could handle her problems as well as she had, she just might have an answer to mine. "It's like this you see, I've met a girl." "Great! Anyone we know?" "It's not great, and that's the problem. I thought that we were getting along fine and then her friend told her something that wasn't true and she believed her friend. She hates me now, and I can't blame her. If I had a friend that told me that he had made love to my girlfriend, I'd be upset." "You do have a problem. I don't suppose that you could get this friend to admit to having lied to her could you?" "No. I don't know where her friend lives, or how to contact her. Anyway, it won't do any good, we come from different worlds so there's no future in it anyway." "You don't know that, we are all supposed to be equal aren't we?" "Some are more equal than others, isn't that what George Orwell said?" "So, you think that she's better than you, is that it?" "For a while there I didn't believe that, but not anymore." "Oh my God, it's you!" Stephanie stared at me. "What are you doing here?" "I'm a student, the same as you." "What are you studying?" "Medicine." I knew that she was enrolled for some fill in time degree before she found herself married to a socially acceptable young man who could look after her for the rest of her life. "Does that surprise you?" "Yes it does, who would have thought it?" "I don't know why this should come as a surprise, I earned my place with my grades from High School." "But your father is a gardener, how . . .?" "My father isn't just a gardener, he is a Plant Biologist. He was working on a huge government project when the funding ran out. He couldn't afford to be out of work for too long, so he took the first available job, which just happened to be with your parents as a gardener. He loved it that much and the modest wage didn't bother him that much until I graduated High School and wanted to study Medicine. We couldn't afford my fees, let alone an allowance. My uncle offered to help with work as soon as I graduated, so Dad convinced your parents that he needed an assistant. When he had his accident I took over his job until he recovered, that took almost a year. Now that he's working again I can take up my studies, so here I am." "Why didn't you say something? I bet you think that I'm a real prick tease, the way that I treated you." "The thought did cross my mind, and I even planned my revenge by coming to help my father after I graduated, and have him boast to your parents about his son the doctor, just to see the look on your faces." "I have to admit that, in the beginning it was me being a tease, but as time went by I came to realise that I was having feelings for you. I realised that if you had been what I thought of as normal, you would have taken advantage of what I was doing, but you never did, you treated me as a real person and not some spoiled little slut, which I probably was." "You'll never realise how hard it was, that first day by the pool, not to fuck you, you were asking for it, or so I thought, but I couldn't do it, you were my boss' daughter, and off limits to the likes of me. I was in love with you, even before that day." "Are you still in love with me?" "Probably, but I have to concentrate on my studies, and I don't need that kind of distraction." "If I promise not to distract you any more than necessary, will you still love me?" "Do you mean? No, that's not possible." "Why isn't it possible? Me girl, you boy, what more do we need for this to happen?" "But what would your parents say? They'd never agree to this." "We'll cross that bridge when we come to it. Where are you staying?" "At home with Mum and Dad." "If I can convince my parents to let me get a flat close to Uni, would you move in with me?" "In a heartbeat, after I discuss it with my parents that is. What would your parents say if they knew that you were shacking up with the gardener's son?" "We wouldn't be 'shacking up' as you so eloquently put it, we would be flat sharing." "I owe it to my parents to at least discuss it with them. Dad loves his job and I don't want him to lose it just because I have the hots for his boss' daughter, and I need to let them know that I'm going to be able to concentrate on my studies." "You really respect them, don't you?" "Yes. Look, why don't you come home with me tonight, and we can discuss this with them together." "I'd love that. I know your father to talk to, but I would love to meet your mother." We had been walking for some time, and there was a small tree lined clearing just off the path. I took her hand and led her, unresisting, into it. "I've wanted to do something from the first day that I saw you, but never got up the nerve to try." I drew her to me and kissed her gently on the lips. At least that was my intention, but Stephanie had other ideas, her lips crushed mine and her arms were around my neck, pulling my face to hers. "It appears as if we both had the same idea, and neither of us would make the first move. If we'd done this before Jenny and her lies I never would have believed her." Dad had only just arrived home a few minutes before we did. He gave me a quizzical look as Stephanie removed her helmet. "I'll explain, Dad. You of course know Stephanie." "Yes, hi Stephanie, to what do we owe this pleasure?" "Hi Mr MacEchnie, I met Michael at Uni today and he invited me to have dinner with you tonight." Dad looked at me. "You have warned your mother, haven't you?" "Yes Dad, I rang her as soon as Stephanie said that she'd come, I didn't want to spring something like this on her." "Does she know that it's Stephanie?" "No, that bit of news I thought I'd keep as a surprise." We walked to the kitchen where Mum was working on the evening meal, from her wheelchair. "Mum, this is Stephanie, the girl that I was telling you about." Mum wiped her hands on a cloth and spun her chair around to face Stephanie. "I'm pleased to meet you Stephanie, I've heard so much about you." "I'm pleased to meet you, although if Michael had told me of this," She nodded at the chair, "I wouldn't have wanted to impose." "It's no imposition, I'm used to this contraption now." "I'd like to help, if I could, if you'd let me. I want to get to know you." "No, I'm fine, everything's under control. Michael, why don't you take Stephanie out and show her the garden?" "Come on Steph, we're obviously not wanted here." I kissed Mum on the cheek and led Stephanie out the back door. "I wasn't going to say anything earlier, but I can't move in with you because, Mum puts on a brave face, but she still needs my help with some of the household chores." "I understand, but you could have told me earlier, rather than me getting my hopes up." "No I couldn't. You needed to know that there was a very good reason for me not moving in with you, that it wasn't me not wanting to. Believe me, the past few weeks have been the most miserable for me, not going to work with Dad, not seeing you." "You've been miserable! How do you think I feel, having accused you of fucking that slut Jenny, not believing you when you denied it, and seeing how hurt you were? I thought that I'd never see you again, and that hurt me. Especially when Jenny finally admitted that she had made the whole fucking thing up. I wanted to call you, I wanted to come around here and speak with you, but I couldn't face the prospect of you still being angry with me. I'm used to getting my own way, and you taught me that thinking of others is more important. I realised that I was in love with you because of that. You are so far different from the boys that I've grown up with, and that's a good thing. Michael, I love you, and I think that I'll still get a flat, so that we can spend time together, to study together, and if you agree, make love. What do you think?" "I would love that, but," I looked towards the house, "I have responsibilities that I can't ignore. Dinner should be ready, let's go back inside." I led her back into the house. Dad had set the table and Mum was serving up. "Do you drink wine Stephanie?" Dad asked as he took a bottle from the wine rack. "Yes, thank you." "We know what you've been talking about, and we may have a solution." Both of us looked at Mum, how could she know? "Stephanie, you want to get a flat close to Uni and you want Michael to move in with you, correct?" "Yes, but how did you know this?" "You talked it over with your mother, and she talked it over with Ben here," Dad smiled, "And we discussed it. Now Michael thinks that I need him all the time, but I don't. That's not to say that I don't need him at all, so, this is what we've decided, we live close enough to Uni for it to be an easy commute for both of you, so why don't you move in here with us?" Stephanie looked at me, and I looked at her, could this work? Did we want to see if it would work? She beat me to the answer. "I think that's a good idea, and you could teach me about housework, that's something that I have never learnt." "Let's eat, we can talk over the finer details later, when your parents get here." Now this was a shock. Oh My God, It's You We had only just finished our dinner when there was a knock on the door. Dad went to answer it and returned with Stephanie's parents. "Hi Michael, how are you?" Her father asked. "Fine thank you, and you?" "That all depends on what happens tonight." Her mother said. "If I may? I have given this problem a great deal of thought. Stephanie, for a while there I despaired of you. We put you through what we thought was the best school, and encouraged you to make friends as well as get good grades, and you didn't disappoint us. But let me tell you, some of your friends were not what we had hoped that they'd be, and you were in danger of becoming one of them. Then you became friendly with Michael here, and we were pleased, he's a good boy, and a credit to his parents." "We've known for some time that he was very intelligent, and had aspirations of becoming a doctor, but what really defined him in our eyes was what he did after his father's accident. He put his studies on hold and stepped into the breach. None of the young men that you were friends with would have done that. Any thoughts that we had that he would not be a suitable young man for you were set aside because of that, and we were actually pleased that you and he became friends, and when you, without asking us, began to work with him, we thought that this would be a perfect relationship for you." "You didn't know much about his father but we couldn't have asked for a better gardener." Her father explained. "When he first applied for the job we thought that he was over-qualified and just looking for a fill in position until a better job came up. But he surprised us by staying on. As he told us, his previous position was tenuous, relying on government funding to continue, and that a job that paid less but was constant was a better prospect, and one that he enjoyed doing and to which he could apply some of the things that he had learned, was a bonus. Both Ben and Michael have shown qualities that we respect." "But then something happened," her mother said, 'we couldn't understand what it was, and the friendship cooled to freezing point. When Ben returned to work Michael scaled back on his involvement, and this we couldn't understand. What had happened between you? That was what I asked Ben, and slowly the story emerged. Michael didn't want to talk about it, but it was obvious that he was hurt by something that had happened. You wouldn't talk about it, so we asked around and found the answer. It was all about trust. Your friend Jenny eventually admitted that she and Michael had not had sex, but you had trusted her because you had known her for years and, as far as you knew, she had always told the truth. While Michael, on the other hand was new to you and, you were unsure of him and whether you could trust him, after all, the boys that you knew were hardly trustworthy, always bragging about their conquests. How am I doing so far?" "Pretty close." Stephanie said. "You had a blazing row with Jenny a couple of weeks ago, after she told you the truth, at our insistence. You came to realise your true feelings for Michael, but you didn't know what to do about it. If you hadn't bumped into Michael at Uni this morning we would have had to come up with a plan. The pool is pretty grungy by the way, and needs cleaning badly." "I'll come over and do it on Saturday, if that's okay." I said. "It'll be more than okay." Stephanie said. "And you can help me move my things over here." "Hold on young lady, we haven't given our approval." "But you're going to, aren't you, why else would you come here tonight?" "If I might have a word." Mum said. "As the one who is going to be closest to this decision, I have to say this, six months ago there would have been no way that this was ever going to happen. Three months ago I would have thought about it and probably given my approval. A month ago I would have said no, for obvious reasons. But now, I will give my approval on the understanding that, if Michael and Stephanie are going to live here, it will be on their promise that they will help me when and where I need it. I realise that they are both students and will need to study. If they organise their study schedules effectively and help each other, this will not be a problem. If they slacken off, and don't to their study assignments, and help me, then we have a problem. What happens next is up to them. Do the two of you promise to live under those guidelines?" "Yes." It was with one voice that we answered. "Stephanie, you can move in whenever you like." Stephanie knelt at Mum's wheelchair, "Thank you so much," There was a pause during which she looked at both her parents, her mother nodded. "Mum, I can call you that, can't I?" "Of course you can, dear." They kissed to seal the deal. What happened next, happened so quickly. The conversation began with our plans for Steph to move in with me and Mum and Dad. Once the details were finalised, we talked about everything that families talk about, until her parents had to leave. "Are you coming with us Stephanie?" "I would prefer to stay here, if that's okay." "That's fine with us." Mum said. "I'll see you Saturday then." Stephanie said, "When I come over with Michael to clean the pool." "Michael?" We were in bed. "Yes?" I was fondling those magnificent breasts that I applied sunblock to all those months ago. "Why is your mother in that Wheelchair?" "It was the same accident that injured Dad. They were in a local park discussing that tree with the Council Arborist. Dad had written to them telling them that the Red Gums in that park were dangerous when they were under stress, and when that happened, they were inclined to drop large branches. He heard the crack as it let go, and almost pushed Mother clear. The branch broke and this smashed his shoulder, and caused him serious head injuries, and it also badly crushed Mother's legs. She probably would have been killed if he hadn't pushed her out of the way. The Arborist was standing just over a metre away from them and sustained no injuries. The Council is reviewing its blanket 'no tree felling' policy in the light of what happened. They will also be liable for a fairly substantial compensation payout." "I understand so much more about you and what makes you tick. You have a wonderful family Michael, and one that I would be honoured to become a part of." She kissed me. "Your family are pretty good, they've done a good job with you, apart from a minor hiccup here and there. I can live with that." We kissed and somewhere in the immediate future we became lovers. "I'm going to have to wash these sheets before your mother finds them." I heard Stephanie say as we came down from the first time for both of us. "I think that she pretty much knows what is happening, she won't mind." "She's amazing, isn't she?" "I think so." I said as I held her to me. This was exactly how I dreamed it would be. "How are the lovebirds this morning?" Dad said as we made an appearance for breakfast. "Fine, better than fine." Stephanie said as we sat. "Although the bed is a little cosy. I have a bigger bed, do you mind if I bring it over." She was asking them if they objected to us becoming lovers. "No, in fact I'll give you a hand to move it. I assume that it can wait until Saturday, I don't want us going over there when they're at work and taking all your stuff. They deserve to know what is happening." "That would be good. Would you both like to come over, we can organise a barbeque?" "If your parents don't mind, that would be great." Mum said. "Great, I'll call them soon, they'll only now be getting out of bed." It was arranged. Stephanie and I left for our various classes, we would meet for lunch and come home together. Saturday arrived like most other Saturdays at that time of the year and in this part of the world. It was warm to hot, mid-thirties Celsius and around ninety percent humidity. Stephanie and I cleaned the pool and its surrounds in preparation for the barbeques. Then I helped Dad dismantle her bed and load it onto the trailer that he'd brought with us. Stephanie had a phone call that upset her. "Jenny wants to come and see me. I told her that might be uncomfortable, but she insisted. I then told her that you were here." She looked at me when she said this. "But that made her even more determined to come. If you don't want her here, I'll call her back and tell her not to come." "It seems to be important to her, we have no objections." Mum said. The first person that she approached when she arrived was me. "Michael, what I did to you and Steph was unforgivable, but I'm asking you to forgive me. I didn't mean to hurt either of you, you'll have to believe me on that. It's just that I was hurt myself and wanted to take it out on someone who had their future in order. Can you forgive me?" "Of course I can, but that's only because Steph and I are together now, and very much in love. I'll probably never understand the full reasons why you did what you did, but you're forgiven." "Thank you for that. Steph, can we have a word, in private?" "Sure, come to my room, better yet the living room, there's no furniture in my room." They left, only to return some ten minutes later. "Mum, both of you, and both Dads, Jenny has a problem. I've convinced her to tell us about it because, together we might be able to find a solution." She turned to Jenny. "Tell them what you've just told me." "I'm pregnant, that's the simple part. The hard part is that I don't know who the father is. You see, I've been seeing Paul from school for the past six months. At around the same time that Michael and Steph here got together, we had an argument and I was really angry. My parents sent me to stay with my aunt and uncle on their property. Well," She paused as if trying to decide whether to go on with her story or not. "I was out riding a horse in the paddock a couple of kilometres from the homestead and I'd stopped at the creek to let the horse have a drink and cool off myself. I had stripped down to my panties and was splashing in the creek when I noticed Uncle Pete standing behind a tree watching me. I sat down in the water to cover my boobs, hoping that he'd go away, but he didn't. He stripped off and came into the creek." She paused and looked at each of us to gauge if we were shocked by her revelation. "He waded over to me. 'You have a good body, haven't you?' I told him to leave me alone, but he didn't. 'I bet you have all the boys wanting to get into your pants, am I right?' He reached out and touched my face. 'I have been watching you grow up and thinking what it would be like to make love to you.' I told him that I would tell Aunty Barbara what he was doing but he just laughed at me. 'She's given up trying to keep me for herself, so now she spreads it around amongst our friends, we are a friendly community around here. How would you like to live in a friendly community?' I told him that I wouldn't." "He stood there in the water up to the tops of his legs and he was stroking his cock, right in front of my face. 'Wouldn't you like to suck this?' I told him that I didn't want to, but he pushed his cock into my mouth, I nearly choked. He lifted me up and began to fondle me down there. I tried to push him away, but he kept on. In the end I gave in to him and let him make love to me. I don't know whether the father of the baby inside me is Paul or Uncle Pete. I don't know what to do." "Do you want to keep this baby?" Mum asked. Jenny looked at her as if to say 'who are you and what business is it of yours what I want.' Then she relaxed when she saw the caring expression on the face of this woman that she didn't know. "I don't know. I suppose that if I decide to keep it I'll have to care for it and I don't know whether I can do that. If I decide to have an abortion, who is going to pay for it? Mum and Dad have both said that it was my decision to have sex, and I have to face the consequences of that decision. But I didn't really want to have sex with Uncle Pete. Paul was different, at least I thought so, I thought that he loved me, at least that's what he told me, but as soon as we had sex he didn't want to speak to me, and now he's with Michele. I looked at you Steph, and how happy you were with Michael and I was jealous of you. I wanted to punish Michael because he was a man like Paul and Uncle Pete, and I wanted to punish you for being happy. That's why I told those lies to you, and I'm really sorry for that." "I can help you." Mum had taken over the conversation. "Before I ended up here in this contraption, I was a Women's Health Professional, and trained in advising girls in this very situation. There's nothing that we can do about it today, but why don't you come over on Monday morning and I'll help as much as I can. As for this afternoon, we have something of a celebration, Stephanie and Michael have moved to the next level with their relationship, and if I might add, they have done it in a very mature manner." "No way, after what I put the two of you through, you still want each other?" Jenny was surprised. "I knew that my view of boy and girl type relationships was a little arse up, but you guys are perfect for each other, and I'm pleased that you didn't let me screw it up for you." It turned out to be a good afternoon for all of us, Steph and I were the first to dive into the newly pristine pool, closely followed by Jenny in a swimsuit borrowed from Steph, not the one that she wore that first time, we were keeping that for private occasions. Steph's parents followed not long after us and then Mum in a swimsuit borrowed from Steph's mother. "I might not have use of my legs, but I can still float and drag myself around by flapping my arms, so why shouldn't I enjoy myself?" Enjoy herself she did. Dad even dived in and swam close to Mum all the time that she was in the pool. After an hour he and I helped her out of the water and into her chair. Steph's dad had cranked up the barbeque and was standing ready to put the chops and sausages onto the hot plate. Steph surprised her mother by taking over the salad preparation, something that a crash course with Mum had prepared her for. It was late when we drove home, dropping Jenny off on the way. "So you're staying at Michael's place now?" She asked. "Are you, you know?" "They are with our blessing and with full protection." Mum said. "I must get me some of that, not that I'll need it for a while, I've sworn off men." "For how long?" Steph asked. "Knowing you as well as I do, I'd give you a week, tops." Jenny came around on Monday morning to see Mum. "If what you told us on Saturday is true, you could have your uncle charged with rape, at the very least with sexual assault." "But he's my uncle, I couldn't do that." "He may be your uncle, but he has used his position to, I won't say force, encourage you to have sex with him, and in the eyes of the law, that is sexual assault." "I still can't do it. I won't do it." "What about the other boy, what was his name, Paul wasn't it? Did he force you in any way, even if he asked you to do it because all his friends were doing it, and he didn't want to feel different from them?" "No, it was nothing like that. I was flirting with him, I'm good at that, and next thing I knew was, that it had gone beyond the point of no return, and we were having sex. I can't say that we were making love, like I'm sure that Steph and Michael are, no there was no force involved, I wanted it. Then the bastard dumps me for some little blonde tart, he told me that she was better than me. That was what the blazing row was about, how dare he say that to me! The boys that I've had before have all told me that there was no-one better than me." "You should be careful with flirting, some boys will take it as an invitation to fuck." "Yeah, I sort of got that impression with him." "How do you think your uncle would take it if you told him that you were pregnant and that he is the father, and unless he coughs up for the termination, you'll inform your aunt. Chances are that she is not as liberal as he has led you to believe and will have his guts for garters if she finds out." "He told me that she's been spreading it around, but knowing what I know now, he was probably just saying that so I'd think that it was okay to have sex with him." "I'll call my old work and arrange for you to have an appointment with one of the Counsellors, that's the first stage in this process. You have to be assessed by a competent professional to determine if you are in risk of psychological or physical danger if there is no termination of this pregnancy. After the termination, we will arrange for you to go on the pill, unless there is some religious reason for you not to take the contraceptive pill, that is." "No, there's nothing like that in my family." Mum made the call, a direct line to one of her friends and co-workers. An appointment was arranged for Wednesday and the operation took place the following week. Things are now looking good for me, I have the most amazing girlfriend who makes no attempt to fake her love for me, and who even helps me help Dad when we can during Uni vacations. Her parents were at first surprised at her practicality, and have relented and allowed her to change her degree course to Automotive Design. She has consistently been getting better grades than her male fellow students. My studies are progressing very well and I'm going to specialise in Orthopaedics, given that both Mum and Dad will be in need of my services, probably for the rest of their lives. Mum has returned to work, and she's happier than she has been for some time. The compensation payout from the council was adequate. The council's legal officers were surprised that she hadn't negotiated for a much higher amount. But, as she put it, she only wanted enough to cover the medical and rehab costs needed to enable her to return to work. Dad is coping with the constant low level pain from his rotator cuff tendon. While he can cope with it, the pain, he's not even thinking about the operation. I have spoken to the best 'Orthopods' at the hospital and they all say the same thing, that unless he can no longer stand the pain, the risks involved in that particular operation are not worth it, the risk of him being in greater pain than he is now is just not acceptable. Jenny held off longer than Stephanie had predicted, all of a month. She has now found a boyfriend who cares for her, and who doesn't think with his dick, her words, not mine. We've met him, and have been on dates with them and we both like him. He's at Uni studying Engineering, and he and Steph have interesting conversation. On certain topics they have agreed to disagree. Jenny says that she really loves him, but we remain sceptical, for while it looks that way, she has said that before. Steph and I spend at least one night a week at her place. We have a standing dinner invitation, and are allowed to stay the night and spend it in the guest's bedroom and bed. They keep telling us how pleased they are that we finally got it together, both of them have taken to calling me 'Son', but I can't bring myself to calling them 'Mum' or 'Dad'. It's just me I guess, because Steph has no problem with calling my parents that. If life could get any better than this, I'd like to see it.