14 comments/ 14304 views/ 2 favorites Reaching the Summit Ch. 01 By: Scotsman69 Author's note: This has truly been a labour of love. It's an adaptation of something I wrote for a different audience, long before I first posted anything on Lit. If you recognise it, you were in the same class as me! My thanks as ever to my partner and editor for her help, and to another friend for her help with the original version. And my thanks to my faithful readers for sticking with me through the vicissitudes of my writing explorations. I don't seek to be popular, though it's always nice to be appreciated. I write what I have to. I'm Scots. This story includes Scots language. If you don't know all the words, you can work them out from the context, using imagination and intelligence. I hope! I make no apology for Gaelic place-names. Things are called what they are called. If you have a problem with Gaelic names, don't come to Scotland or Ireland! ***** Smirr of dawnglow at the window: six-thirty. She was always excited at the prospect of a day's climbing, had a real rush this morning. She got a final forecast, phoned John to confirm he was up. Showered, dressed, breakfasted; soup for the flask heated as she munched cereal. Gear grabbed -- she'd organised it the previous night - routecard posted through her neighbour's door, and she was out by seven. The canal was icing over, a thin crust at the banks. Beautiful high-pressure morning, maybe five below. The hill should be perfect, she thought. Maybe twenty below with windchill at three thousand feet, should be good hard crusted snow. They would dance the mountains today. She rang his doorbell ten minutes later. He took ages to get his kit into the car. Of course he had a hangover, not that he admitted it. As they headed northwest on the A82 and his sour breath filled the interior, she wondered briefly why she'd agreed to this, hoped she wouldn't regret it. But the morning was too glorious for negatives and she asked whether he'd been on their intended hills before? - Yes, but in summer. It was a good round, he grinned. - You'll see a different world today. And we have perfect weather and snow conditions. Accelerating off the Balloch roundabout, she allowed her eyes to rise to the Luss hills, sun-gilded snow on rounded crests. Sometimes the world lifted her out of herself. The real mountain panorama opened up past Luss, Loch Lomond sparkling to the right, and as he began listing his problems, the views held her in thrall. He was a decent man and an old friend: she heard his recent life-story without thinking. She knew it all anyway. But it was John and he needed to offload. And needed a wee lift in his life, a diversion. She allowed her thoughts to dwell on that... she hadn't had sex in a long time, and she liked the man. He'd probably had nothing either since his hurtful separation, six months previously. Nor for some time before... Something in her tingled, but she gripped the wheel. Focus on driving, girl. This road needs care, there's black ice around. Before Tarbet she breathed thanks as the car finally edged past the Citylink coach. Her timetable was now in place, because they had to catch that bus. Fifteen miles later, she parked at the Inverarnan Inn and they fussed their gear from the car, drew on first rollups while they fastened boots and gaiters. Cushies pecked the carpark and she crumbled a sandwich for them. He was chatting about their day now, woken up and finally past the hangover. She watched him as he spoke, reminded of just what an attractive man he was. They moved to the northbound roadside and presently the yellow and blue Citylink hove into view. It was full of climbers and she nodded to a couple of acquaintances as he got tickets. Five miles later they left the coach, surveyed the southward ridge. - You can't know how grateful I am for this. Thank you for suggesting it Julie. He looked her in the eyes, a bit of a puppy gaze. She smiled: - My pleasure pal. And she knew then that it would be that, real pleasure, not just being kind to an old friend. Not just a duty-climb. They crossed under the stone railway arch as the Fort William train rumbled on it, walked over the rushing Falloch on a rickety structure. The snowline was around a thousand feet and they beat a steady slog up the ridge through iced grass and heather. He had longer legs and led a few yards in front, axe bobbing on his pack. She realised she was watching his arse, feeling wee tingles despite the cold. Get a grip of yourself girl! They reached the snowline and stopped. Southwest the ridge of Ben Vorlich glistened and sparkled. The snowcover under them was thin and powdery, iceglaze on rock beneath. They unfastened axes and she explained the niceties of deciding when to strap crampons on: - Problem is, now it's slippy and easy to lose grip, but there's not enough snow for the spikes. You've more danger of going over on your ankle than slipping badly. So just axes for now. When there's more snow we'll do a couple of safety exercises. Now, first break at the Sron Garbh cairn? He followed the line of her hand, nodded when he saw the first top a mile further on. They reached it, mildly flushed. Unhapped packs in the lee of the cairn, sipped coffee and munched chocolate. - Reckon its time for crampons now, snow's just about deep enough, and we're more likely to slip going down. She fastened up, watched as his fingers worked his straps through thin thermal gloves. - Get them as tight as you can John. By Twistin Hill the snow was crisp and deep: they danced on its crust, savoured this illusory lightness of being. On a smooth steep downward slope she showed him how to brake a fall with the axe, and use the lifeline. He got it fine, was like a kid playing in this new world, laughing and tossing snowballs. For the first time in months she was reminded that he could be fun, felt her impishness slip past her reserve. Knew she wanted more from him, and knew it would be good for him too. They were on the summit of An Caisteal before twelve. - First serving of lunch, he announced, and they munched rolls, sipped soup. - How're you feeling John? - I'm on top of the world thanks, hadn't you noticed? - So, fit for the full round? she asked. It's just, from here we could skip Beinn a' Chroin, go straight for Beinn Chabhair. If we do the whole lot we'll be coming off Chabhair at dusk, descending the waterfall in the dark. When we're knackered. Might be sensible to skip the middle one? He compared map to horizon. - No, let's go for the lot, I'm really enjoying myself. If you're sure you can manage though? He smirked, knowing she was far fitter than him. She tossed loose snow in his face: - OK macho-man, best not hang around here then. They dropped the six hundred feet to the col and navigated up the long rock-clad ridge of the next hill to its eastern summit. It was past one o'clock and both were tiring. They ate again and he stretched on his polybag, lay flat. She watched him for a minute, cunt tingling despite the cold, then focused on two ravens cawing on thermals to the east. Presently he sat up: - So what would you do in my situation? - She's got you over a barrel John: you just need to keep going. Your bitterness is less important than your bairns' well-being. Just thole it till she signs the agreement. - Ach, I know that wumman, it's just that it keeps dragging out, and till it's resolved I can't buy a flat, get on with my life again. She touched his shoulder: - You know what needs done John. She's nursing bitterness too, that's why she's dragging it out. And you know she has cause. The main thing is, the kids are fine. Everybody respects you both for sheltering them from it. But if you don't want a night's unscheduled snow-holing we'd better move. The blue sky held cloudless, pale at the horizons, colour deepening overhead, and they stood for a moment surveying the sparkling wildness. - It does give you a better perspective, doesn't it? he said. This time he looked straight in her eyes and she knew that he felt it too, felt a tingle deep inside. They retraced steps along the ridge companionably till she touched his arm: - Listen. They stood for a moment, just the soughing of the wind till she heard it again, softly: chirrock, chirrock. - Ptarmigan, she whispered, be still. He was looking round intently and she touched his arm again, pointed. - Wow, he breathed. The pair of wee grouse were against a snowbank and if she hadn't pointed he wouldn't have seen them. Only a dark line through the eyes, another at the wingends, marked them from the snow. He smiled at her, kissed her forehead: - Thanks so much, I'd have missed them without you. Actually, I wouldn't be here without you. The birds whirred off at his laugh, chirrocking. She looked at him carefully. His kiss had stirred her and despite the cold, her groin was warming. He must have sensed where she was, for his next kiss was on her frozen lips. They fumbled awkwardly, gloved fingers encountering rucsacs as they hugged, the kiss warming their mouths. Their breathing was quickening in tandem as she pushed him from her, laughing: - Off, loverboy. We've the hardest bit to go yet. They both knew now. It was three by the time they made it down to the beallach. The shadowed north face of Chabhair rose nearly a thousand feet before them to an unseen summit. They had coffee and chocolate. - It's late and we don't have to do it, she said, we can just head northwest down Allt a' Chuilinn to the road. It's a long hard way up there, need to rope up and kick steps toward the summit, it's very steep. You'll sweat a bit. He laughed: - You shouldn't have said that. Lead on woman, roping up and kicking steps sounds like serious stuff, I want to do that. - You sure John? It'll be dusk by the time we reach the summit, we'll need torches coming off. How're your batteries? He fished in his pack, shone the head-torch in her eyes. - And I have spares, please let's do it? It was good being in charge of her big, normally self-assured friend. She glowed momentarily in the knowledge that he was under her control. - OK student, she smiled, but I promise you, you'll be totally fucked coming off. Her hand went to her mouth to cover the guffaw. His brows rose, and he looked at her archly: - Madam, I assure you I just don't have the energy. She smiled. She'd never considered sex with him before today. - I said you'll be fucked, not me! OK, big man, but be warned, I'll need to tie you up later for the step-kicking. She had second wind for the ascent but he was panting, so she slowed. Just one step after another, count, take a breather after a hundred steps. She taught him her rhythm and the steep snowslope passed slowly under them. After forty minutes of this she stopped, pointed as she surveyed above. - Christ, it's a snow-cliff, he breathed, didn't look like that from the beallach. - It's not as vertical as it looks, she said, uncoiling the rope carefully, but it'll be really heavy going for a few hundred feet. Now, here's how you kick and cut steps, just come up beside me. They practised for a few minutes till she was confident he had it, then she helped him into a harness, tied him onto the rope. Her hand brushed his groin several times, deliberately, as she did so. - Now help me with my harness, and tie me on John. She could have done it herself of course, but what the hell. He had to learn. And he would have to touch her, intimately. She shivered. The main body of the rope was coiled tidily on her arm. His hand rubbed her cunt through the clothing, unnecessarily forcefully, as he manipulated straps and rope. She gasped at the flash of need, tested his knot, smiled in his eyes. - Well done. Thank you. Put your Goretex gauntlets on now, even with them your hands'll freeze on the axe and the snow. If you're a good boy I'll let you lead after a bit. They moved slowly up the snow-cliff, umbilical rope near-taut between them. She glanced down periodically but he was doing fine. In a few minutes both were panting, sweat pouring from their faces as they used every limb and muscle to haul themselves carefully upward. The snowface was good, firm enough to be perfectly secure, not so hard it needed the axe to cut steps. She felt the satisfying crunch as her frontprongs bit. She was belaying on the short axe for added security, using both axes for every step up. Shouted to show him what she was doing. His face glowed red below, sweat dripped from his beard. Presently there was a rockledge and they sat to catch breath. - How're you doing pal? she asked. - Just had a moment of vertigo, he said. I looked down. Felt very insecure, very exposed, hanging off nothing and a long way from anywhere I wanted to be. Balls-shrinking. But it passed, I won't look down again. - Deep breathing's the solution for vertigo, she grinned. Huh, your problem is, I'm doing the work and you're the passenger. You lead the last pitch. He swallowed: - You sure? - It's my life John, I wouldn't ask you if I wasn't. You been watching how I use the short axe to belay? She demonstrated and he nodded, copied her. She watched as he led off the ledge, followed on up when the slack was off the rope. It was nice having him kicking holds, they were deeper than hers and he considerately spaced them short for her. They worked well as a team, she realised, and she called to tell him so. He glanced down momentarily, red balaclava with a huge grin. His beard was frosted hard now. She had him in her viewfinder, clicked. He resumed the climb and after twenty minutes they scrambled off the cliff-top, a few hundred yards from the sunset-bathed summit. - Well, that's you blooded pal, and not a wrong move. She hugged him hard, Well done John. On the summit she pulled out her camera again and they struck poses for each other, rolling in laughter, as the sun sank behind the ridges to the northwest. Dubhchraig, Oss, Lui, serrated shades of grey darkening with distance, and the fiery streaks of horizontal orange throwing the final Cruachan massif into utter blackness. They finished the soup, set off down toward the lochan. Paused again there to pull on headtorches, and as their crampons crunched on the surface of crusted snow, he started singing: - Wull ye go, lassie, go? She took his hand and joined in, so glad to be with him as their arms swung to the rhythm. It was nearly two miles from the lochan to the top of the waterfall and they danced it in just over thirty minutes. They paused again at the head of the falls, removed crampons, finished the coffee. Rollups glowed and he produced a hipflask. - No thanks John, don't you remember the path down the waterfall? He shook his head. - Well, let's not spoil a great day with a silly mistake: it's a tricky enough descent in summer daylight. He called as they negotiated the slithering zigzags of the path by the roaring falls, frosted mud on icy rock, wet from constant spray: - You're right again, whisky wouldn't help this. He pulled himself up from his third slip. They were both soaked through their britches by the time they hit the West Highland Way at the bottom. The new moon was out now. A silver sliver shimmered through naked branches of birks and rowans, on glittering starscape against the black night sky. He pulled her to him and kissed her. - OK, she laughed, pushing him off. Ten minutes to the pub. Last one in buys the meal! And she was off like a lintie. He watched her bobbing arse till it disappeared in the mirk, only the wavering beam of her head-torch visible. He sat down and sipped from his hip-flask, rolled a cigarette, drew on it deeply. Of course he'd thought of her sexually before. He thought of most attractive women sexually sometimes, and christ Julie was attractive! But he'd never seriously imagined having sex with her. She was his pal, his ex's friend, his climbing partner: she'd always been off-limits. She'd just fulfilled a long-given promise to introduce him to the wonders of winter climbing. And in the process, hinted at other things too. He felt his cock, shrivelled by the day's cold, begin to stir. For the first time in maybe a year he had hope again, the exhilaration of a winter day pushing his boundaries on the hill, and the possibility of something more with his lovely friend. He stubbed and pocketed his butt, started jogging tiredly for the pub. ***** She had her back to the roaring open fire when he entered the busy bar of the ancient drovers' inn. She must have changed in the car, he realised, and his cock twitched at the thought. If only he'd kept up with her, they might have changed together... She held the pint of Deuchar's out as he bent to kiss her. - So what kept you? she grinned, returning the kiss politely. You were ages... but then I suppose you're worn out, poor old man? - Um, I had things to think about. And yes, worn out by the best day I've had in ages. Thank you for that. She glanced at her watch, twinkled her eyes at him mischievously: - The day may be over John, but we have an evening in front of us. Unless you have other plans? - Um, I sort-of half arranged...wasn't anticipating... He noted the wee loss flick momentarily across her eyes, pulled out his mobile, smiled at her: - Nothing that can't keep, give me a sec. He turned away and spoke briefly in the phone. Julie thought she heard a female voice, tried not to listen. He turned back to face her. - Unarranged, he smiled. Now, I think dinner's on me? What're you for? They found a cramped table in the corner beside the fireplace, but it wasn't so cramped that her thigh had to press against his. She nursed her glass of Irn-Bru as he started on his second pint of ale: - Always the problem, being the driver, she moaned. And I really feel like a good bucketful tonight! He considered her meditatively, excitement stirring: - I can cancel the meal order, we don't need to eat here. We can be in the city in an hour, dump the car, eat there, make an evening of it. Go on Julie, let's hit town! - Oh! - her thigh pressed his closer, her grin widening -- Um... Yes John, maybe we should do that. It's a while since I had a Saturday night out in the West End. Cancel the order, let's move. As she parked at Kelvinbridge an hour later, Julie realised that their trip back had been the longest she'd spent with John in ages, when he hadn't talked about his separation. They'd chatted about almost everything else, but there had been a lightness in him she hadn't felt for a long time. She told him this as she locked the car. - Yes, you're right, he laughed. I didn't feel the need to talk about it. And, um, it wouldn't have been appropriate either, even had I wanted to. He leaned to kiss her cheek lightly, but she turned her head, and their lips brushed. - Oh, she laughed. Why not appropriate? - Well, -- he paused, looking away -- because you're her friend too, and err... - You're thinking that you might want to take our friendship, emm, a bit further, John? - No, I didn't say that, it's just ... - You didn't say it, no. But. And, um, I might just want that too. She giggled, pulled him to her, kissed his mouth. - Now, John, are you going to feed me? The Iranian restaurant was cool and West-End chic, and he felt momentarily a bit out of place there, still in his damp climbing gear. But few folk stand on ceremony in Glasgow, and they relaxed over the meal, hot spicy lamb washed down with rich Armenian red wine. There was no longer any careful flirting: both knew the agenda, though it remained unspoken. When the coffees came, thick and syrupy, she regarded him from under her lashes: Reaching the Summit Ch. 01 - I think we're both sensible enough to know that whatever happens tonight, we'll still be friends, John? Her forwardness caught him unawares, though he was glad that it was out and on the table between them. But he hesitated: - Aye... Well. Yes Julie. If you're sure? - Numpty! I've wanted you all day, since we hugged back there on Beinn a' Chroin, after the ptarmigan. But -- she was almost shy now -- I've still only had a couple of glasses of wine. Might need a few more glasses of something to err... loosen me up. And, John? His head cocked at her question, his blue eyes burning into hers. - There's nobody in my life now, hasn't been for a while. Are you um... are you involved just now? He looked down for a second before his eyes rose but couldn't meet hers, blushed slightly: - I suppose, the answer's... Well, the answer's, not really. - That's fine, I really don't mind. Truly I don't. The phonecall from the pub? Just need to know where I stand. - Look, she's a friend. You don't know her. We haven't ... we haven't had sex. Yet. I ... I decided I'd rather be with you this evening. He looked into her properly now, a bit afraid of her reaction. She smiled and breathed out heavily: - Thank you John. For your honesty. I'm fine with that. Now, will you get the bill, and we'll head for the Doublet to find me a bit of Dutch courage? The wee pub was busy, too busy and noisy to linger long in. They had to shout at each other to make themselves heard, and what they wanted to discuss wasn't for public consumption. When she finished her Laphraoig, Julie took his hand: - Come on John, let's get out of here. I'm ready now, want to get private. He didn't even finish his pint. In the taxi back to her flat they sat as close as the seatbelts would allow, looking into each others' eyes in the dark of the vehicle. He reached for her hand. - I want you Julie. I've fancied you for years of course, but you were always out-of-bounds. I'm... I'm so glad we're doing this. - Aye, right, she smiled. Doing what precisely? He unclipped his seatbelt and lunged at her, hand tangling in her dark hair, pulling her mouth to his. The embrace lasted till the taxi drew up outside her block, leaving them panting. - Doing that, he breathed, as he fumbled to pay the driver. When they left the cab she took his hand, drew him away from the entrance to her block of flats, and round the side. - I've something to show you before we go in, she whispered. Wheesht. The front of the block faced south over the canal, now frozen from bank to bank. The edge of the new moon hovered at the top of the dome of sky, but the stars were fainter over the city than in the mountains, just weak lightpoints mostly, except for the throbbing North Star. She drew him over the grass and pointed into the reedbed at the canal bank. He squinted in the poor glow of the streetlights behind them, eventually saw what she indicated. One dark head and back, one paler. Tufts showing on the heads where the necks curved round sinuously. Big ducks asleep. He searched his memory, whispered: - Goosanders? - Close! Red-breasted mergansers. - Wow! In the city! He was amazed, knew mergansers only from the sea-lochs of the west. - Yes, aren't they lovely? I um... just wanted to share my wee secret with you. He gathered her silently in his arms. His lips met hers gently, lingered on her mouth, fluttered over her eyes. - Thank you Julie, he breathed. She looked in him and he saw deep pools of lust. Pulled his head down and her lips sucked his, warm and slack with want. - Now lets get the hell inside, she grunted. It's cold. ***** She grabbed him as soon as they were through the door. Thrust breasts and hips into him as they kissed, letting him know her unashamed need. He pushed her back against the door as he devoured her mouth, erect cock pulsing at her belly. Then he moved his head back, gazed in her eyes appraisingly: - Loosened up now, are you Julie? Her eyes fell, then rose to his again, bold and direct: - I want to fuck you John. Then her eyes dropped again. When they lifted she was blushing, and the boldness was replaced by a shy smile: - Do you know, I don't think I've ever said those words to anyone before? - Aye then wumman, I'm so glad you could say them to me, he smiled lustfully. And where precisely do you want to fuck me? She led him to her bedroom: - Strip, man. Want you naked on the bed when I come back. - Um, don't you think I should have a shower first? He sniffed his shirt. I'm... err, I'm a bit ripe from the exercise... - I want you sweaty. When we fuck in a bothy after a day on the hill, there'll be no shower. She left the bedroom. His cock went rigid again, knowing now this would be the first of many. He hurried out of his climbing gear, all still damp from the soaking on the waterfall, and slipped under the duvet. Shut his eyes to concentrate on her movements beyond the bedroom, wondered what she was up to... then soft steps and she was beside the bed. He gazed up into her lustful eyes, allowed his to explore her body. He drew breath sharply, felt his cock leap in excitement. Fuck she was beautiful: strong shoulders and arms, firm smallish breasts with probing nipples, well-defined waist with muscled belly over fine wide hips, powerful legs slightly akimbo, delicious dark tangle on her mons and cunt. Truly a goddess. - I told you I wanted you naked on the bed John. Not hiding under the duvet. Her voice was harsh with need, an edge of command too. He shivered. She whipped the cover off and gasped when she saw his erect cock, his long slim muscled body. - Oh jesus, he's beautiful John. You're beautiful. She knelt by the bed, moved her head to his throbbing penis, licked tentatively. Christ how she wanted this, inhaling his pungency, tasting the quivering bead of pre-cum. Why hadn't they joined before? They should have had this long ago. She took the crown in her mouth, twisting her head to smile at him. Then told him that thought. His pleasure-grimace at her mouth on his cock relaxed as she released it to speak. - Oh sweet Julie! You know there are a million reasons why this couldn't happen before -- he pulled her head up to kiss her, warm and wanting -- but it feels very right now lassie. Now please lie down beside me, I need to explore your body before I fuck your brains out. - Yes, I need that too. But just a sec... She turned to the tray she'd brought in, lit a few candles and placed them about the room, then turned the light off. He watched her fitness glowing in the soft flickers as she moved sinuously about the room, gathering the clothes he'd dumped on the floor to hang them over the back of a chair. Gasped at the incredible beauty of her arse when she got on her haunches to do that, the gentle sway of her tight breasts as she moved. He was panting hard when she moved to stand over the bed and look down on him, shimmering shadows under her breasts. - I've never seen a woman as sexually alluring as you, Julie. - Uhuh, and from what I've heard, you've seen quite a few, so I suppose that's high praise. Unless of course that's just one of your standard lines? He had the grace to blush at her reference to the promiscuity which had ended his marriage. She still couldn't understand what had driven him to behave like that, and cause a most wonderful woman to drive him out. She'd have to explore it with him, before she allowed them to become anything more than friends who had fucked each other silly. The pulsing in her cunt told her that was what they would surely do. - No Julie, no 'standard line' would be appropriate for you... He rose on his elbow, and his arm reached out between her legs as she stood above him. Stroked softly into her cleft, palm up, fingers lingering and teasing through her tangle, into the wet folds, smelling her strongly now, hand quivering with his excitement. She shuddered and parted her legs, bent to kiss his mouth, conscious that her breasts were dangling lewdly before his eyes. His arm snaked round her hips, drew her forward, and she fell awkwardly on him, arms and legs flying, both of them grunting in surprise and need. Found herself, face next to his, hips astride his thigh, cunt wet and open, pulsing on his muscles. She pressed his shoulders back on the bed, pushed his thighs down with a movement of her knee, adjusted her posture so she was sitting on his hard stomach. Bent to kiss his mouth wetly. - Now wheesht man. We've all night to talk. Right now I need to fuck you. And she lowered her gaping cunt on his member, sat on him abruptly so he sank into her molten core, impaled her. Jesus, she needed this, loved being in control of him now, as she had been on the hill. Eyes burned her lust into his as she rose on her powerful haunches, drove down on him again, sucking him into her vagina, drawing him, she now knew, into her life. He gasped as her cuntmuscles tightened on his cock, thrust back up into her, seeking to touch her, knowing this was a new and powerful sharing. It couldn't last long. Neither of them had fucked for so long that their need was explosive, on one short shared fuse. She twisted and writhed on him, whining as his cock probed her in places she didn't know were there. He matched her every delicious squirm, pulsing and driving into her, his cock afire. Animal noises twined in strange harmony as they bucked and shuddered, approaching a new and wonderful peak together, pulsing and convulsing. She screamed and her cunt shut down hard on him as his spunkjets pumped into her core. She kept fucking him through her convulsions, using his cock, till her last orgasm faded. Sat back on his hardness, feeling him quiver in her still as she looked down on his face, her eyes beginning to come back into focus. They smiled into each other, faces fading from rictus into peaceful bliss. - I have no words, Julie... for once. He smiled. - No words necessary sweetness. She felt his sigh, knew the endearment had touched him. It had just come, the word was out before she was aware of it. She was normally so careful with what she said. He drew her head down on his shoulder then, cock still hard in her, kissed her brow, stroked her ear: - Julie, you are a very special woman. - I told you on Chabhair, sweet, we make a good team. Now, phone your friend and tell her you're taken. Reaching the Summit Ch. 02 Author's note: My thanks to my partner and editor for her help with this, and to all of you who commented so generously on Ch 1. I truly never expected it to get a red 'H', thought it was too inaccessible for most Lit readers. I'm delighted that you've proved me wrong! This is the second chapter in a story. It will make more sense if you read the first. Julie has spent the day introducing John to the joys of winter mountaineering in Scotland. They ended up at her Glasgow flat and fucked. She has just told him to phone the woman he had been dating. ***** He winced when she told him to make the phone-call. -I mean it John. If we're to be anything more than one-time sex, I don't want any ghosts hanging over us. She knew he'd do it. Handed him her bedside landline. He paused, muscles on his face twitching. Finally looked in her blazing eyes, saw what he needed there. Took the phone from her. -Want me to leave you in private while you speak to her? He shook his head: -No lassie. I know... that I can have no secrets from you. Please stay. She smiled, enchanted by his trust. He pressed the broadcast button, dialled. Quite a few rings, then a woman's voice, posh English, sharp with annoyance: -Who the fuck's that? It's past midnight. This'd better be good! -Umm...Anne? It's me, John. Sorry to call so late, but... – he looked in Julie's smiling eyes – it's... err... it's important. Had to speak to you now. I... -Piss off John. That's the first and last time you brush me off. Bet you're fucking Julie now, aren't you? -Anne. I'm sorry... The phone clicked dead. Julie melted, stroked his cheek. She knew she had him now, had growing confidence that he wouldn't, couldn't, cheat on her. She glowed at this understanding of her power. -Want to tell me about her? She didn't sound your type at all? Very hinktie English... -Not much to tell. She's a bit older than me, a journalist with an English paper, newly in Scotland, colonial posting, and very sexy indeed. Met her through work, we seemed to click, had a drink after the press conference. Realised as she was new here, she must be lonely. I haven't – hadn't – fucked in a year. We had a few evenings out, a meal, concert or theatre. Last time was 'Mother Courage' at the Citz, last week. That night she invited me back for coffee for the first time. Awfie fancy flat in Newton Mearns. We kissed and groped. I wanted to fuck her, desperately, but she sent me packing, told me 'next time'. That was – would have been – tonight. He looked straight in Julie's eyes, unblinking: -I'm so glad she sent me home that night. I mightn't be here if we'd fucked then. -Oh, you'd have been here anyway, Julie laughed. I'm a vixen in heat. I wanted you. I'd have had you, whatever you'd done with her. But... She twisted from his arms, slid up his body, her cunt leaving a glistening trail on his torso. Crouched over his face, her pouting lips open before his mouth: -Eat my sex, dogfox, need to get off again. His face moved irresistibly into her wetness, scenting her want, tasting it, lapping into her squirming lust, adoring her sexneed. She groaned as the tip of his tongue flicked over her swollen clit: -Ahhh jesus, more...harder... bite my clit... He moved his mouth from her temptation to speak: -Christ, I love the taste and smell of you, vixen. His lips closed on her protruding clit again, sucked, nibbled. Bit into it as his fingers drove into her want. Drew his mouth back, fingers rasping her gspot... -Oh, he gasped, you're a whole new world, not just a new vixen. His face was drenched in her ejaculate as she spasmed on him, howling her release. Jesus, a vixen in heat indeed. He lapped and sucked as her body continued to jerk on his face. Felt her slowing and calming, her lust satisfied for now. But his wasn't: -Off me now woman. Need to fuck you. Belly to the bed. Head down, arse up. She quivered at the assurance in his voice, shuffled to do his bidding. Crouched waiting, knowing his desire. Wanting it. Felt his fingers pull her sensitive arsecheeks apart. Trembled in aching need as his tongue lapped slickly between the globes. Spasmed as his tongue probed her there, christ he knew her intuitively... Then his head pulled back and she sensed his lips funnel to blow on her anus... -Jesus, fuck me John. Now. Hard... please... She felt his cock plunge deep in her cunt, knew his need as he thrust in her urgently. Her head jerked back when his fingers tangled in her hair, pulled sharply. Fuck, she knew now this was a struggle between equals, and she was glad. Felt him lancing her, filling her. Screamed as his teeth sank in her neck. Knew this fuck would last, he was over forty, ten years her senior, it would take time for his second orgasm to build and she needed that, wanted this never to stop, his power, his slippery member filling her and withdrawing... -This... is for the fuck I've been gagging for... he groaned. She yelped as his hand cracked on her arse and his crown nudged her cervix for the first time. She couldn't help it, exploded on him, cunt grasping him into her, almost preventing him from moving. She sobbed as the spasms shook her, and he leaned forward gently to turn her bowed head, lick the tears from her eyes. -We make a good team, he whispered. And for now that means you're mine Julie. -Fucking madness, beautiful madness, she gasped. She felt his hands grasp her hips tightly, long slender fingers digging into her muscle. -And this, he panted, is for all the times I've wanted you and knew I couldn't have you... As he cored her and grunted his impending explosion, her fingers reached between her thighs and grasped his balls. Thrilled as she felt them tighten... -And this – his penis stabbed her viciously – is because you're... His words were lost in a groan as she felt his semen fill her, his body jerking insanely in twisting ecstasy. He collapsed on her back, struggling for breath, cock embedded in her. Presently his breathing told her that he'd passed out. His wilting cock slithered from her. Aye weel, some mountaineer him! She eased out from under and he slid belly-down on the mattress. His face barely twitched as she pulled his head round to let him breathe freely. He'd be useless for a wee while. ***** She pulled on her gown against the chill. Went to the kitchen. Poured herself a G&T, rolled a fag, gazed through the patio door onto her wee balcony. Drew on the rollup as her eyes scanned moonglowed sky, the frozen canal, the city beyond; pale towerblocks glinting between dark Victorian spires. She wanted air, real air, opened the door and stepped onto the balcony. Ice on the tiles burned her soles but she didn't care. The mergansers were still cooried in the reeds below her, the city finally quieting. She was glad of the space. She'd expected sex with John to be good. But she hadn't expected him to touch her core so readily. She'd managed to settle to contentment on her own, busying herself with work and friends, after a long and latterly unhappy relationship which had ended several months previously. She'd been close to John and his ex Pat for years, sharing politics with them both, and mountains with John. Their wee boys called her 'Auntie'. On the mountain it'd felt as though a screen was removed between them for the first time: that they had finally been able to see each other as woman and man. Sexual beings as well as friends. Well, they had surely learned now that sexual beings they were! She shivered at the memory of her orgasms, how they had overwhelmed her. She knew her own power over him, but shivered in acknowledgement of his over her. Knew theirs would be a partnership between equals. Then realised she was freezing, slipped back into her kitchen, slid the door shut. Mixed herself a Horlicks, felt it warming her as she sipped. Returned to the bedroom and slid in beside her comatose lover. ***** A hand was gently shaking her shoulder and she unglued her eyes, rubbing sleep from them. -Good morning, team member. I hope you're as well-rested as I am? John was smiling down on her, and she felt the care emanating from his eyes. Melted a little, felt her cunt tingle: -Good morning student. Yes, – stretching tight legs – a lovely sleep, thank you. He hunkered down by the bed, kissed her brow. -I need to go and collect the boys from Pat at eleven. I planned to take them for a swim, after lunch at my place. Care to join us? Her brow furrowed , then relaxed. -Just give me a mo to think that one through John? I'm hardly awake. Not sure that's such a good idea... -Your wakey-up tea is to hand, sweet. Aye, I understand your hesitancy. Mibbe you're right, it could be a bit precipitate. But we're now an item, that wasn't a one-nighter, was it? So they'll need to know at some stage. -Aye, I ken that. Your bairns need to know sometime. And – her brow tensed again – so does Pat. But maybe not yet... He smiled at the vestiges of her Edinburgh heritage. Passed her the mug of Darjeeling as she shuffled pillows at her back, sat up. -Thanks for the tea. Glad you're making acquaintance with my kitchen. I... I realise that everyone will know in time. Just not sure how Pat will take it. She wants you back, you must know that? He started. -No, course I didn't know that! I... had no idea. She's a funny way of behaving with me if that's part of her agenda. Ahh... so that's why she's spinning out the separation agreement? He laughed, shaking his head in disbelief. Julie put her mug on the cabinet, stretched her arms up, drew his face to hers: -Never mind that the now. We've a couple of hours before you need to go. I want you in bed. She drew his hand into her wet groin. -Jesus wumman, you've a way of getting me hard. - Well, I know now that there is no way she's getting you back. I'm having you. Now – she shuffled her legs apart – eat me. You need nourishment. He dragged the duvet off the bed, knelt between her thighs. Scented her arousal as his head dipped. -Fuck, I want you, sweaty wench. She moaned as he closed on her sex, thrust her hips up to meet his mouth. Felt the lips purse on her swollen clit and shuddered. Christ he knew exactly what she needed. His tongue teased between the petals of her open flower, tasted her need, lapped and lingered, flickered on her clit, then dived into her sodden cuntmouth. Probed relentlessly there, then resumed its delicious torture of her clit. -Enough man, want cock. Fill me. He raised his head, smiled into her. -In good time lassie. I haven't tasted enough yet. But you can have my fingers now... She writhed as his lips pursed round her clit and she felt his long fingers probe into her, curling to massage her sensitivity. She jerked as they found it, began a long slow hard massage there, moving faster so her moans increased, her shuddering intensified. Oh sweet wonder he was good, read her need precisely, driving her relentlessly higher till she felt nothing but his worship of her sex. Can't last, need release... -Ohhhhhhhhhh sweet christ... Her soul soared, body spasmed and contorted, and she screamed as ejaculate pulsed from her, drenching his face and twisting hand. The fingers slowly withdrew from her and he looked up, into her eyes, her sweet fluid running down his face. -You're the most intensely sexual woman I've ever met, he breathed. But now I'm going to get my share. She shivered at the hard edge to his voice: -Yes sweet. Take me now. Take me for yourself. I'm yours. -Turn over wumman. He slid his hardness into her quivering sex from behind, reached forward to feel her beautiful dangling breasts. -Yes John, give it to me. Now, please... He grunted as he sank in her muscular heat, felt her tighten round him. Oh, so sweet, so delicious... Panted as he increased the speed of his driving penetration, fucking her for him, increasingly oblivious to her needs as his movements became harder. -Jesus wumman, yer quim drives me mad, need to fill you now... He gasped as his balls tightened, one final thrust... surges of lightning flashed through him, striking his cock, searing his soul. And he collapsed groaning on her back as the semen spurted from him, emptying his being into her. -Ohhhhhhhh sweet, she croaked, that just... And her muscles grasped him, sucking the last drops of spunk from him as the turbulence surged through her body. They remained twined, panting for some moments, unable to speak. Eventually he slipped from inside, slithered in their joint sweat, fell beside her on the mattress. She smiled into him, glowing in post-orgasmic fullness: -Maybe we should shower now? Can't have you seeing the boys stinking of my cunt, can we? They wouldn't know, but sure as hell Pat would. ***** His day with his two lads passed as it always did, in joy and exploration. Dougal, the younger, managed his first full length of the big pool that afternoon. John relished the grace and enthusiasm with which Hamish congratulated his wee brother. Well, if he and Pat had fucked up their own lives, he was proud that they'd managed to rear two such lovely children between them. As they fussed to prepare dinner together, he caught up with what had happened in their lives since he'd seen them on Thursday evening. Told them of his day on the hill with Julie, his excitement at his first proper day of winter climbing. His gratitude to their 'Auntie' for being so patient and forbearing with him. Finally, about half seven, they caught the bus down to Pat's elegant main-door flat in Hyndland, two exhausted boys ready for bed. He was surprised when Pat took him aside at the front door as they rushed into their home: -John, I need to talk to you. Privately, after the lads are in bed. Will you go now, come back about nine, once they're asleep? Please? Her face was almost inscrutable, but there was something in her eyes... It had been months since they'd last had a proper chat. Much longer since she'd said 'please' to him, about anything. -Aye, of course. Always happy to blether, you know that. Outside her flat, he called Julie on his mobile, explained that he couldn't see her for a drink later as they'd arranged. Told her why. Heard her brief silence, then her cheerful response. Agreed to meet her after work on Monday. Then he headed to Tennant's for a pint and a look at the Sunday Herald. But he could hardly focus on the paper for wondering what was up with Pat. When she opened the door to him an hour later she was smiling: -Thanks for coming back John. I wasn't sure you would... He wandered through the huge Victorian hall towards the kitchen, but she took his arm: -It's warmer in the living room, something's wrong with one of the kitchen radiators. Um, maybe you could have a look at it later? He always felt a bit uncomfortable in this place now, couldn't help but remember the year it had taken him to strip it out and totally redecorate it, turn it from a midden into a mansion. There was a bottle of retsina on the coffee table. They'd both acquired a taste for it on a Greek holiday, before the boys were born. Two glasses. His brow arched when he looked at her. They hadn't shared a drink since long before she'd kicked him out. Well, apart from at the boys' birthdays, and Christmas. But never alone. He noted as she bent to pour the wine that she was wearing no bra. She stood and handed him a glass, raised hers to chink it: -Slainthe, John. Now please sit down. She sat in a corner of the sofa – a new acquisition, he noted, an elegant Victorian chaise-longue - and patted the space beside her. He sat diffidently, keeping a space between them. His heart was thumping now, he'd a glimmer of what might be coming. They'd shared their lives for fifteen years. -I know you feel awkward in here John. Know what you feel about the place. And about me... He opened his mouth to speak, but she held up her hand: -No, hear me out please. Believe me, I'm not finding this easy either. There was a smile in her blue eyes he hadn't seen for years. -I know I've been dragging out the legal stuff. And you know I've been seeing Davie... Aye, he knew that. Knew that was the reason she'd finally relented and allowed the boys to stay at his borrowed flat most weekends for the last few months. -Well, I'm not seeing him any more. Haven't for a couple of weeks. I err... I wanted to clear the decks. Tell me, is there anyone in your life? -Jesus, Pat, what is this? You don't own me any more, I ... -Sorry, I shouldn't have asked. Forgive my intrusion. I was ... just curious, that's all. You know what an old busybody I am. But – she tensed – I um... I just wanted to test the water with you. Christ, this is hard... There were beads of sweat on her brow now. Awkward as he felt, he couldn't help but take pleasure in her discomfort. He looked her in the eye hard, deliberately not helping her. -I need to know whether you'd consider ... moving back with me? His eyes widened in surprise, mouth fell open slightly. -Umm, Pat... I really hadn't considered the possibility. I err, need time to think about it. She edged slightly toward him so her thigh brushed his: -Kiss me John. Her mouth was on him and he returned the kiss hesitantly. She drew back: -Now you bastard, kiss me properly. And she launched herself on him, arms round his neck, kissed him slack-mouthed with need. He drew back from her, pushed her away gently, one hand on her soft breast. -Wheesht lass. No, I'm not going there, not now anyway. Need to think. It took him some effort to say that. He still loved her of course, through all the bitterness of the last year, and forbye his cock throbbed in his jeans. But no, this wasn't good, not good at all. When she chucked him out he'd drawn a line under it, and he'd no intention of crossing it: -Pat, what's brought all this about? His finger ran down her cheek, he could allow himself that. -It's not just for the boys John, it's for me too. I just... I thought we should give it another try, you know? She giggled nervously: And John, um... I want you to know that Davie was a crap fuck. I faked orgasms with him. Never had to do that with you! Her face was glowing red from embarrassment. And arousal he thought, noting her nipples protrude through her silk top. His cock strained against his jeans. If he hadn't spent the night with Julie, and made her an unspoken commitment, he'd have ripped Pat's panties off her and fucked her rough and hard right there. He wasn't going to. But he was going to string her out a bit. -Sorry Pat. You're tempting me. I need to think, and I'm not going to take advantage of you and fuck you now, as you know part of me wants to. But... if I did relent, moved back in... there would be conditions. -Tell me? Her hand was on his thigh, brushing his cock deliberately. -You'd have to agree to give me your arse. Fuck, how did he manage to say that? In the fifteen years of their relationship, she'd only occasionally accepted a finger there. -I... I agree John. Know you always wanted that. Perhaps that's what those other women gave you, why you ... you cheated on me? Stay tonight John. I promise ... promise I'll give you everything tonight. -Thank you for that sweet offer. You know I'm sorely tempted. But no, I cannie stay tonight. Have to go. Sorry. She slumped back in the corner: -So there is someone in your life then. Someone important? I've – she smiled wanly at him – I've never known you to turn down the offer of a fuck before. He stood awkwardly, didn't dare adjust his jeans in front of her. Bent to kiss her brow. -I need time to think about it Pat. This has all come as a complete surprise. I'm just... I'm amazed, never expected this might happen. No, stay there. I'll let myself out. Reaching the Summit Ch. 02 ***** -Julie, something's happened. May I come round to your place now? Need to talk. -What is it? It's a bit late. I mean... Oh, it's Pat, isn't it? -Yes. I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important. Please Julie? -Well... aye right then, come round. He snapped the mobile shut, headed for the junction where he'd the best chance of a fastblack. Fuck buses tonight. He had to get there quick. Stood agitated on the corner till a taxi approached, yellow light glowing in the dark street. Ten minutes later, Julie was smiling as she opened the door, stood on tiptoe to kiss his cheek. She had a fair idea of what'd happened: -Come ben the hoose man. Tell me all! She drew him gently into the lounge, pressed him onto the sofa. Poured him a Deuchar's, she'd been to stock up now she knew this would be his second home. Fixed herself a G&T, sat beside him. Her dressing gown fell open, revealing nakedness beneath. They clinked glasses. -So? What's so urgent it couldn't keep till the morn? He drew deeply on his ale. And told her. Everything, including his own arousal. She sighed deeply, looked him in the eye. -John, I knew this was coming. Pat told me. I know how you feel about her still. Frankly I didn't expect to see you tonight. I thought you'd stay and... well, fuck her. I'm honoured that you didn't. He made to speak but she shushed him, kissed his mouth. -Bed now man. And, since you've been a good boy and turned down the offer of her bum... I want you to have mine tonight. Reaching the Summit Ch. 03 Author's note: As always, my thanks to my partner and editor for her forbearance and assistance. And to my readers, especially those who have made public comments or mailed me. Your enthusiasm and support is a continuing inspiration. There is some Scots in the dialogue in this story, and occasionally the characters lapse into broader Scots when they are upset or excited. That is how it is when one culture (Scots) has been overlain with another (English), for centuries. I hope most Scotticisms can be understood from the context. It will help your understanding of this if you read Chs 1 and 2 first. Don't be put off by their 'romance' categories, there is lots of delicious sex! - as well as a developing tangle of interpersonal relationships. Julie has just offered John her arse for the first time, after he had spent a very difficult evening with his ex-wife... ***** He'd known when he licked her sweet arse before, that she was anally sensitive, open. But his cock throbbed at her enticing words and he followed her to the bedroom, excitement rising. It'd been a long time since he'd spunked in a woman's arse. He lusted for this. So did his cock. It was prodding his trousers. In the bedroom she dropped the gown from her taut body and kissed him, pressing breasts and loins to him. - Sweet man, I'm so glad you didn't stay with her. My whole being needs you. Do me. Fuck my hot arse. - On the bed, Julie. On your back, I need to see your face as I take you. He shrugged off his clothes while she lay on the bed, watching him. Her eyes widened when they fixed on his erect cock. He moved to the bed and raised her legs over her shoulders, scented her need, saw the wetness. Bent his head in adoration, mouthed her lovingly. Rubbed her copious juice round and into her arse, finger smarming it there. - Do it man. Get it in me. Sweet fuck, he was trembling with excitement. Such a wanton hussy... but he paused: - Where's the lube? - No need for lube. Stick it in me. His cock was dripping, red and angry. She held her knees wide over her shoulders so her cunt and arse were open, exposed to him. Fuck, such gorgeous vulnerability! He nudged her anus with the head, felt her tremble. The sphincter relaxed and he inched in gently, not wanting to hurt her. Their gasps were simultaneous and they smiled in each others' eyes. He pressed harder, felt himself sink into her tight welcoming muscles. Jesus this was so beautiful. But his concern remained: she was dry in there. So dry it was almost painful for him, so he knew it must be worse for her. - Stop faffing about John. Do me. So he did. Edged back and thrust again, faster this time. Watched her grimace, felt his cock burn. Withdrew and pierced her arse again, and now she had one hand on her cunt, unheld knee on his shoulder. He looked down and watched her fingers slide into her vagina, realised what she was doing. Started to drive in earnest now, as her digits dug into herself, rubbed furiously. Eyes on her face as he fucked into her, feeling the heat of painful friction. She was panting and her fingers moved faster. Then her entire being spasmed, and he felt the warm liquid squirt him, trickle down round her arse. So fucking beautiful. He pulled right out and rubbed copious ejaculate into her, slabbered his cock in it. This time he slid in easily and she smiled at him, post-orgasmic glow suffusing her face, eyes soft with longing: - See? Best lube in the world.... ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh He lost it. Pummelled her arse so she was squirming and grunting as each stroke drove home, her hips rising from the mattress, muscles grasping him, sweet dirty girl, so beautiful. Sweat poured from both of them as they writhed and mated, thrilling to their unnatural union, so forbidden in the presbyterian world in which they had grown up. But he was past all care now, knew she was too, the needy urgency of fuckfever simmering just under boiling as they gasped and grunted their passion. Her hand went to her clit, rubbing in the wetness, and he watched her irises turn up, felt her muscles suck him in irrevocably. He exploded in her, lustspunking her bowels, and she wailed, an impossibly high pipedrone, as she felt herself fill with his juice. Her legs fell to his sides and he leaned into her to kiss her panting mouth: - Love your arse Julie. She smiled, pure serenity: - So do I. Love what you do to it, to me. Glad you didn't stay with Pat? she giggled. - I wasn't ever going to stay with Pat lassie. That was by a while ago, won't ever come back. I'm your man. Suspect I might be for a while. He shifted to get more comfortable, slithering on their sweat, and slid out of her in the movement. - Wicked bastard, she sighed, poor bum has cock-deprivation now... - So glad you like me there sweet. Your arse can have him any time she wants. They kissed deeply, lingered together lazily, immediate lust spent, the warm sweetness of faces and hands mutually exploring. Eventually she turned to glance at her clock: - It's after one John, we both have work in a few hours. Can you sleep? - Aye, my insomnia's having a break. And I need to get back and change into a suit for work. Maybe I'd best leave now? - No fucking way you're leaving now John. How dare you suggest that! When d'you need to be up? ***** His finger silenced the alarm as soon as it sounded. He gazed at Julie's face, still lost in sleep. Kissed her gently. Then cocked his ear to the muffled sounds of the city stirring outside. It had snowed he knew, and heavily, very unusual in Glasgow. Fuck. He was due in Edinburgh at ten, hoped the trains were running to time. Eased himself from bed and padded to the uncurtained window. Shit, about a foot of the stuff. He pulled his shirt on and went to organise tea. She was still asleep when he brought the mugs in. He gently kissed her eyelids, watched as they fluttered open: - Good morning Julie. Your tea's on the cabinet. I just have time to drink mine, then I need to offski. - Oh my sweet man, how lovely, being brought tea in bed two mornings running. I really can't remember when that last... - Wheesht lassie. I don't want to know, least, not now. Let's just enjoy our new life? But -- he started pulling on his clothes -- I really must go. Need to be in Embra by ten, and fuck knows what the snow's done to the trains. - John, we're still meeting after work? - Oh yes lass. Wouldn't miss it for the world. Doublet at six? Now -- shrugging on his goretex -- must go. A bientôt. A brief embrace, and he was out the door. She lay for a few moments, sipping her tea, reflecting on how right it was, how they perfectly matched each other's physical needs, the deep friendship and interests they shared. She shivered as she remembered him in her arse last night, the wonder of their shared orgasm. They had cum together every time they'd screwed. So far anyway. She smiled wryly: that cannie last! She eased from bed and grabbed her gown, made for the shower. Felt his spunk running down her arse. Aye well, another day! ***** The nine o'clock Edinburgh train at Queen Street was crowded, as always, but he got there just in time to secure a seat. No indication, for once, that the heavy overnight snowfall had disrupted the timetable. Just as well, he had an important meeting in the Parliament. He tried to read the Herald front page as the train powered into the tunnel, but couldn't. His mind was on her. What a beautiful, natural, couple they made! His mind wandered, dreaming a possible future for them together. The keystone in the arch was that Dougal and Hamish loved her already. And Pat... well she'd made her bed. She was welcome to it. After all that had happened between them, he was no longer responsible for her. Julie and he were destined to be a couple. He hoped. Time would tell. - Have your tickets ready please! He snapped from his reverie, extracted the ticket from his pocket. Then got down to his day, studying the briefing notes for the meeting. His mobile sounded well past Linlithgow. - John? - Hi Pat. Good morning. To what do I owe this pleasure? - Piss off. I need to know. The boys told me this morning that you were climbing with Julie on Saturday. Tell me what's happening. Please? He sighed. She always needed to be in charge, had to know everything that was happening. Always had. Well, this time she could wait: - We went climbing. For the hundredth time. So? You suddenly have a problem with that? You never had before. - You slept with her afterwards, didn't you? That's the only reason you'd turn down a fuck with me. Or anyone. I know you John. - Look, we'll speak about this presently, and not on the phone. The train's approaching Haymarket and I've a meeting. And a busy week. I'll call you and we'll fix a time to blether properly. See you Tuesday when I collect the boys. But we won't have much time to talk then, I know it's your night out. Now, I need to move. Bye. Speak soon. He put the mobile in his pocket, sighed. He should've expected this. ***** The Doublet was busy, as it sometimes was at this time: manual workers and professionals alike in for a drink after work. It was one of the reasons she liked this traditional place, its casual democracy. She glanced round the crowd, didn't see him. Looked at her watch. Five to six. Ordered a Laphroaig, took it to a table visible from the door, was hardly seated when John burst in, looking flustered. He squeezed through the crowd, bent to kiss her: - How was your day Julie? It was just a friendly kiss but it sent sparks through her: - Fine. The kids were angels, for once! How about yours? - I'll tell you when I've got my pint. He was grinning. She couldn't help but watch as he was served, and wended his way back to her through the throng, pint in hand. - So, your day? she smiled. His eyes ran over her, demure skirt and blouse hinting at her fit sexiness beneath, exquisite Fair Isle jumper for the cold. He loved how she dressed, advertising nothing, suggesting everything. God, was he a lucky man! - Busy and successful. Mission accomplished at the Parliament: I think I got our points across. Then the office this afternoon, the usual. But... She saw his awkward hesitation, took his hand in hers, pressed it: - Aye? - Um... He glanced up but couldn't meet her eyes: - Pat called me on my mobile. On the Edinburgh train. She's put two and two together and got four. Julie's smile faded: - Well, as you said, she had to know sometime. Cannie tell you I'm happy it's so soon though. What did she say? He outlined the conversation. She sank her back against him and his arms went round her litheness. Both were more comfortable for the contact, relaxed into each other. Absorbed their mutual strength. She pulled away from him suddenly, turned and kissed his mouth: - John, I need to talk to her. She's my pal, and if I can avoid it, I don't want to lose her. Give me your mobile sweet, I don't take mine to school. She snapped it open but realised that she couldn't have a conversation in the noisy pub: - Not that I don't want you to overhear, but I don't want half the West End knowing our business. Just nicking outside to call her. She made to hurry out, but he lifted her coat: - Still freezing out there, numpty! She drew the coat on with a smile, then pushed firmly through the pub crowd to the door. A few minutes later she was at his side again, clutching two new drinks. - So? He raised his pint to her dram, chinked. - So, you and I aren't eating together tonight John. I'm invited round for dinner with her. And the boys. Now. After they're down, she and I need to have it out. I fear it'll be a stramash, but it has to be done. - Heavens! You know you're entering the tigress' den? You sure you want to do this? I mean, I'm happy to take the brunt of it, please allow me to? You know how she can be? I know how to handle her anger better, I think. Call her back and cancel, please? Let me deal with it, it's my job; she's my wife. Was. - Sweetie -- she kissed his brow -- you don't know all of me yet. This is my business, with my friend. For both of us. All five of us actually. Now go home, and please eat. And don't get pissed. I might need you later, sane and sober. She handed him back the mobile, kissed him, and swept from the pub. He sat back, drained the rest of her Laphroiag, glugged his pint. Got another. Knew she could match Pat's tigress. Whit a wumman! But he knew she was right, he couldnie get pissed the night, of all nights. Drew the Herald from his briefcase. Ahhh, salvation. Manon des Sources was at the GFT. If he hurried, he'd just time to grab a meal before it started. He left the pub, part-drunk pint left on the table. ***** He was sitting in the bar at the GFT, still immersed in the power of the film. It was always a trial with French films, his mind flickering between subtitles and a struggle with the soundtrack. Nowadays as his grasp of French deteriorated, the subtitles were winning. His mobile rang: - John, I'm just home. Where are you? He told her. - Get here. Now. He heard the tension in her voice, but the phone clicked dead. Gathered coat, scarf and hat, donned them as he headed for the taxi-rank. Her face was tear-streaked when she opened the door to him: - Oh my sweet, come here. Her arms folded round him, more possessive than sexual. He kissed her face warmly, led her to the settee in the living-room. Kissed her again, concerned at the worry in her eyes: - Tea? - No John, something stronger please. She sniffled. He returned from the kitchen, glass of ale for himself, G&T for her: - Tell me? he murmured. She gulped down the gin, held the glass out to him. He went to the kitchen, refilled it. Sat close beside her, sipped his ale, looked in her troubled eyes: - Not the easiest of evenings then? She was rolling a cigarette, offered him the pouch when she was done. Lit hers straight away, drew the smoke down deeply: - Hardly! Christ, saw a side of Pat I didn't know existed... - Aye, I can imagine. Please tell me? But first, how are you now? She snuggled into him then, head against his chest: - Och, I'll survive. But you were right enough, the tigress' den. And her fighting as she saw it to defend her cubs! Dinner with the boys was her delicious best, lamb casserole, and very civil blether of course. Your boys were all over me, wanting to know what I'd taught you on the hill on Saturday. It was lovely seeing them again, always surprises me that two young lads can be so gracious. They asked that I tuck them into bed, so I did, and read for them a bit. They wanted Roald Dahl and I indulged them, though I worry at the man's misogyny. He stroked her head, ran his fingers down her flank. - Pat and I chatted politely over coffee, till she went and checked they were asleep. Then she let rip. In the name of the wee man! Talk about Jeckyll and Hyde! She lost the heid completely, shouted. She trusted me, I'm her best friend, I knew she wanted you back. And I could do THIS to her, total betrayal, etcetera. I was beelin. Held my hand up in front of her face. Tellt her tae shut the fuck up, I wisnae takin this. Stood up to leave... - Oh my sweet, glad you could stand up to her. It took me fifteen years to learn how to do that. He bent to kiss her mouth but she pushed him away: - She stood up and grabbed me, pulled me to her, kissed my throat. Apologised. Begged me to stay and tell her what was happening. We sat down. I... I had to tell her John. Honesty's the only way between friends. Tried to explain what happened between us on the hill. And after. Well, in outline ...She hudnie a clue whit I wis on about, but she heard me out. All he could do was stroke her hair. Knew she wasn't really with him now. - She asked me a million questions of course. Most of which I demurred to, couldnie directly answer. But I did let her understand that you and I are not a casual fuck. She knows me well enough. Knows I don't do casual fucks -- she smiled -- well, not very often! She calmed down a bit. I think we parted ... with a sort-of understanding. I hope so anyway. I called you as soon as I got home. She pulled his mouth to hers then, but he sensed her heart wasn't in it; it was a politeness, a formality. - I think... I feel that you need to be alone tonight Julie? His heart was pounding, but he thought he knew where she was. - Yes, you're right. Not tonight, my sweet. But... She lifted her handbag from the table, drew two keys on a ring from it, handed them to him. He looked at the tag on the ring: her photo encased in plastic. She whispered: - Nobody in the world has ever had my keys. Or brought me tea in bed three mornings in a row. Will you be the first John? Please? He bent and kissed her mouth: - You know I will. See you in the morning. He slipped through her door before he could change his mind, strode out through the snow for his flat. When he arrived the light on the phone was blinking. He didn't press the replay button, couldn't. But he keyed 1471. Aye, Pat's number. He couldn't cope, not now. Undressed and slipped into his cold bed. Lay trying to sleep, couldn't. Eventually got up, pulled on his heavy winter gown. Went to the phone and hit the replay button: - John? You'll know by now that Julie and I have talked. Please call me back? I need to know you didn't fuck her tonight? He glanced at the clock. Half twelve. Shrugged. She still thought she owned him - six months after she'd given him his marching orders! But. If it helped her to know, why not? He really didn't want her to hurt more than necessary. Hit 3 and waited as it sounded at the other end. She picked it upon the fifth ring: - John? - Reporting in. Unfucked, as you wished. - BASTARD. The phone went dead. He returned to bed. Eventually slept. ***** Julie's eyes flickered open at the kiss. She was emerging from a dream, till she became aware the kiss was real. Her strange new man. He looked in her eyes, nodded to the tea on the cabinet: - Three mornings in a row, as promised. Her arms went round his neck, she wasn't sure how. Drew him to her sleepy mouth: - Mmmm... I could get used to this. Promise me tea in bed for the rest of my life? Her hand moved over her mouth: - Oops, sorry. I didn't mean... - Aye you fucking did! he laughed. And if you're lucky that's what you'll get! Now, whilst you get yourself organised, I'll make breakfast. I brought some stuff in. What d'you fancy? She pulled him down to her mouth again: - You, ya numpty! Get you clothes off and get in here. -- she glanced at the clock -- Just time for a quickie. Now. Do it. Fuck he loved the command in her voice, the directness of her need. But this time it was going to be on his terms. He'd sensed something in her, just a couple of times: eye movements, body language. He needed to examine that, test his senses. See how far he could take her. He drew the flogger from the pocket of his heavy winter coat, laid it on the cabinet. The tendrils fell over the edge, stroked her cheek. - If I do you might regret it. She shuddered. She'd heard of such things of course, had never experienced anything beyond delicious rough fucks, a few slaps. But her cunt flooded when the tendrils brushed her face. - Remove the duvet. And your nightie. He smiled as she obeyed, saw her hands tremble. When the flimsy garment was over her head she sat there naked, nipples pointy. For once she couldn't meet his eyes. He knew then: - Lie back Julie. Touch your cunt for me. Her eyes were in his now when she lay flat, fear there, but excitement too. Trembling fingers slid down her belly. Into the curls. Stopped. Reaching the Summit Ch. 03 - Touch it. Her eyes dropped: - Please John, I've never... He grabbed the flogger, brought it down with an evil swish on her right tit. She jerked in surprise. Was shocked that she relished the sting, the lingering tingle. Excitement welled in her. Ohhh christ... closed her eyes. Heard the swish. Her left nipple exploded. Her fingers slid into her wetness, stroked, then rubbed. Ohhhhhh... - Good girl. That's right, wank for me. She was lost now, rubbing her clit, feeling somehow dirty as she had as a girl, when she first discovered this secret pleasure. Felt it rising, the deep need which could only have one outcome... - Stop now. Her hand lingered a second too long. Opened her eyes as she heard the swish... ohhhhhh fuck. The tendrils stung the back of her hand. But stray ones bit into her labia. She screamed... - I said stop. His hand jerked hers from her cunt. Then slapped her face. Not hard, but enough that she could feel it. She opened her eyes. He was naked before her, panting. He knelt on the bed, eased her legs apart: - Open wide. Memories of the dentist's chair rushed through her, complete vulnerability, trust in another, fear of pain. She felt the trickle of her arousal. Her legs spread of their own volition. His hands fastened on her wrists, held them to the bed. Her wet cuntlips parted to welcome his penetration. Jesusfuck. He took her, raw and urgent, drove into her repeatedly. She felt her hips rise and accept the violation. Oohhh hell, this was new, she wanted it, relished what he'd done, was doing, urged him on wordlessly. Knew his need and welcomed it. Everything was in her cunt now, expanding rainbow of sensation, glowing ever brighter, shimmering and pulsing, filling mind and body... she looked and saw his eyes hooded, somewhere else, face twisted in sexneed. His hand moved to her breast, fingers tugged viciously at the nipple. - My ... Dirty ... Bitch His cock drove in on every word. The explosion tore her apart as she felt his semen pump, fill her need, complete her... He fell on her, spent and panting. There were tears in her eyes when, aeons later, the sobbing brought him from his trance. He licked there, tasted the salt: - Ready for breakfast now? ***** She didn't speak as he spooned scrambled egg onto the toast on her plate. Could barely look at him. Eventually she did: - John? What happened? What was that? He smiled. But it was nearer a smirk. She didn't like it: - What was what? - John! Please, don't make this hard for me. What happened to you just there? In... in bed, I mean? You became someone else... and I... I became someone else too. He laid down his knife and fork. Touched the back of her hand. Actually, just brushed the tiny hairs there: - No, we were both ourselves. It's just... neither of us had ever met that part of you before. Well I certainly hadn't, and from your reaction, I know you hadn't either. But I thought it might be there, needed to find out. That's why I brought the wee toy. I wanted to know. Tell me, did I do anything you didn't like? She shook her head, the tiniest movement. - Did you like it? Our fuck... and everything else? She knew she had to look at him now: - Ahh -- she felt his questing eyes bore into her -- yes, of course. You know I did. He rose and walked round the table, bent to kiss her mouth. - Aye, I know. Just wanted to hear you say it. But now -- glancing at his watch -- I need to go. And so do you. You know I have the boys tonight. Want to join us for dinner? - You know I'd love to. But ... I think... I don't think... we need to rub Pat's face in it like that. It'll come in time. - Oh, fuck Pat... She heard the anger in his voice. Rose from her chair and faced him: - This isn't about Pat, man. It's about ME. Just because you can do... what you just did to me, with me, doesn't mean... She faltered at his smile, continued: - Will they stay overnight with you? - No, that's only allowed at weekends. One of the things I'm fighting her about. To be allowed to be their bloody father, not some weekend visiting uncle... - Wheesht John, you know it'll all come right in the end. So, maybe a drink about nine, after you've taken them back? Now, time for you to go. Want a lift? - No thanks love. Have to go into town this morning, I'll get the subway. He put his coat on, drew her to him, kissed her goodbye. She had noticed the endearment. As he opened the door to leave she touched his arm. Whispered: - Whatever that was this morning John, I loved it. Can't ever remember being as aroused sexually... He was trembling with excitement as he strode the snowy streets to the subway. ***** He was in a ferment all morning, conflicting thoughts bubbling in his head. Just as well it was routine office-work, he smiled grimly to himself, responding to letters and emails. He was deeply worried about things with Pat, his silly remark to Julie that morning notwithstanding. If she got bloody-minded, the argument over the separation agreement would drag on, and with it the awful uncertainty about his 'access' to his children. She controlled it now, and he knew she enjoyed having that power over him. The financial settlement, upon which his ability to buy a new flat for himself and the boys depended, was secondary. He discussed it over lunch with a friend and work-colleague. She had realised he was troubled, suggested the lunch, drew it all from him. She made a suggestion. He was smiling that afternoon. When he took Hamish and Dougal back to Pat's that night, he told her he needed to talk, whist the boys were in the bath. - I thought you said we'd have a proper chat soon? There was uncertainty on her face. - This won't take long. Want me to have a look at that radiator? She nodded, followed him into her kitchen. He felt the two radiators, knelt by the cold one: - You should have a key for this? I think it just needs bled. She rummaged in a bowl, produced the key. He took it and twisted it in the radiator. Wee dribble of water. He stopped turning: - Gimme an ashet, a saucepan, something? This needs to be bled properly. When the proffered bowl was in place, he twisted the key and water spurted, then slowed: - There, I think that's done it. Should work fine now. Just an airlock. She smiled for the first time that evening: - Thank you John. Now, what were you going to say that's so urgent? He emptied the bowl in the sink, reached for a cloot to wipe spilled water from the floor. Turned to her as he dried his hands, then deliberately stroked her cheek: - I was going to say -- suddenly for all his earlier resolve, his mouth was dry -- tell you that... Och Pat, look, stop fucking me about on the separation agreement, I've had enough... No woman, hear me out. He controlled his anger, aware of his sons in the bath next door: - I'll give you a fortnight from today to let my lawyer know that you've signed it. That's when my next maintenance payment is due. You know fine that we agreed every detail between us before it went to the solicitors to be given legal form. And ... if I don't have it in a fortnight, I'll stop the maintenance payments. I won't spend the money, it'll go in a separate account and you'll get the lot in due course. But only after we have a legal agreement. He was breathing heavily, tirade finished. She slumped against the counter: - You... you bastard John, she panted. You.. you couldn't do that. You know I need that money. It's not for me, it's for the boys, you know that fine. You -- there were tears in her eyes now -- you can't use the boys like that against me. - Sorry Pat, but you've sat on that document now for over three months. We agreed every word in it between us. And you're the one who's been using the boys as a weapon, not me, determining I can only see them when it suits you. You leave me no choice. You're the one who's fucking me - and them - about, not t'other way round. Now, I need to go. He felt the radiator, warming now. Left her sobbing, went into the bathroom to say goodnight to the boys. Pulled on his coat against the snowflurries and left the house. Reaching the Summit Ch. 04 Author's note: Sorry folks, this has been a very long time coming. Sometimes life gets in the way of writing. John and Julie are now a week into a relationship of searing sexuality, and it will help you understand where they are if you read the first three chapters. I'm Scots and they are both Scots, so they speak accordingly. My thanks to my sweet muse and editor, and to all the readers whose support and interest has helped sustain my writing. ***** Julie wasn't there when he entered the pub. It had started snowing again though, so he reckoned she'd just hung back waiting for it to stop. He joined a couple of acquaintances with his pint, blethered inconsequentially, catching up on things. Around nine fifteen his mobile sounded. He excused himself and went outside to take the call. -John, what on earth did you say to Pat? She's been on the phone for the past twenty minutes, calling you every name under the sun. An absolute litany of evil: I coudnie get a word in edgewise. Julie sounded angry – at him? Ach, what the hell! He outlined his discussion with his ex-wife. -Oh! Was that all? Christ, I thought you'd raped her or something. No, sorry, I know you'd never do that, but I really did think you'd done something awful. I had wondered for a wee while about suggesting that you used the threat of money to push her along, but I couldn't interfere. I knew what I felt about you, have for some time. It wouldn't have been... right, somehow... He chuckled: -Oh did you indeed! Frankly it would never have occurred to me, it was Liz at work who put the idea in my head. Guess I'm just not naturally that sort of shit. -Oh. Good old Liz! Anyway, it seems to have worked. Pat did say something about making an appointment with her lawyer. But... something else has happened. Our dear Heidie announced today that the school's due an HMI inspection – this fucking Friday! She must've known for weeks, they always give some notice, but she didnie crack a light till the day. So my head's been in paperwork all evening, and it will be till Friday, just making sure everything's in order. Sorry John, but d'you mind if I don't join you tonight? And lie low till the end of the week? He knew just how everyone quaked at the news of a visit by Her Majesty's Inspectorate of Schools. He was a parent rep on the Board of his sons' school, and they'd all gone mental there the previous year when an HMI visit was announced. -I understand lass. I'll leave you alone till Friday. But... I want you to know something. It'll be hard not seeing you. I've got things to do, started on a new story last week, so I'll focus on that. But I'll miss you terribly. You've become... awfie important to me, you know that? -Aye, ah ken. As you have to me, my lovely man. Don't get drunk tonight! Um... I might give in and need to see you before the end of the week. And John... -Mhm? -I just can't stop thinking about what you did to me... what happened... this morning. My cunt's been wet all day. His cock twitched at her words. Jesus, this was so beautiful. She was perfect for him. That was what he and Pat had never shared: part of why he'd philandered with women he'd met online. He'd wondered about that side of Julie. And of course himself: he didn't totally understand it in himself. But in Julie he knew her need, no shadow of a doubt: -Oh darling – the word came so naturally, was out before he realised it – I'm so glad. So excited. We have a wonderful journey ahead of us. And I think a long one. Very long. -Um... I hope so. I'm stroking my cunt right now, just talking to you. -Let me know when you need me love. Now, I'm freezing in this fucking blizzard, and of course I didnie put my coat on to come outside to take your call... -Get back to your pint then. I... I love you John. She ended the call before he could respond. ***** She couldn't get her head back into work straight away. Maybe she should call him back, tell him to come up and fuck the life out of her? No... she really HAD to work. But first, she had to attend to herself. She switched on her computer. Drummed the desk as it warmed up. Wanked herself to a tearing orgasm as she found and watched a BDSM video. Then finally got her head back into work, appalled at herself. What sort of a woman was she? What had John touched in her? When she finally went to bed after midnight, she fingered the flogger contemplatively. Wondering... She switched the lamp off but couldn't sleep ... so wet. Her hand slid between her legs. Then she knew. Lamp on again. Duvet cast down. Fingered the flogger. Sniffed it. It just smelled of leather. It deserved to smell of something else. She drew her nightie up. Slithered the tendrils through her throbbing flower, tensing and twitching as they stroked her ache. Sniffed again. Cuntleather now. Looked at her phone, too late to call him. But she knew what she needed. She spread her legs wide. Could she? Did she dare? She knew she had to find out. She fingered the flogger, sniffed it again. Rubbed the tendrils in her cunt, lifted it so they dangled. Saw her own need glisten on the strands of leather. Yes, she had to do this. SLAP! She jerked hard, suppressed a scream when leather bit into her engorged labia. Jesus fuck. She was aflame, cunt stinging and screaming at her. Her fingers went to her clit, fondled gently till the knot of nerves keeked from its hood. SLAP! SLAP! Her being convulsed, clit throbbing in pleasurepain as the stinging tendrils agonised her. Close... FUCKING JESUS... The final crack of the leather threads did it. Her cunt gushed as she squirmed in the intensity of orgasm, shrieking her release. Eventually she subsided, finally at peace with herself and her throbbing sex. Sniffed the leather again before she finally laid it back on the cabinet. Pulled her nightie down, and the duvet up. Fell into sleep. ***** Two days had passed and he hadn't seen Julie, though they'd spoken on the phone every morning and evening. Then, Thursday, just before lunchtime, his phone rang at work. -Mr. McLeod? John McLeod? -Aye, speaking. Who's this? He didn't immediately recognise the woman's voice. -Ms Turner, Sarah Turner, your solicitor. -Oh, sorry, didn't recognise you. How are you Ms Turner? -Fine thanks. – her voice was clipped, professional – Look, I thought you'd like to know. Your wife's solicitor's been in touch. John, she's ready to sign. She just has a couple of quibbles. She wants us all to meet tomorrow afternoon if you can make it, four pm at her lawyer's office. Can you manage that? His heart lifted, raced. Christ, she was ready to sign! But the quibbles... -Aye, I can do four tomorrow. But... what are her issues Ms Turner? He heard her laughter spluttering over the line. -John, err, Mr. McLeod. I think she's just trying to save face, they're very minor, really. -Ach, come ON woman, tell me please? -You specified that you want the boys with you two nights a week, Tuesdays and Thursdays, and alternating Saturdays and Sundays every weekend? -Yess... -She wants her Saturday nights and Sundays to herself. Wants you to collect them every Saturday teatime, and return them after dinner on the Sunday. If you can compromise on that, you have a deal. -I'll need to think. Give me a sec. It would mean he missed out on his occasional early Sunday morning cycle rides with his mates, their traditional Three Lochs. Eighty miles of hard pumping. But what the fuck? A tiny price to pay for being a father to his sons. -Aye, I think I could settle on that. Should you and I meet before we see her majesty tomorrow? -Nope, I really don't see any other complications. Their office is on the corner of Byres Road and Highburgh Road, I think you know where it is? -Yes. Four tomorrow then? He called Liz on the office internal: -Hey lassie! I owe you a lunch. Have you time for me now? -John, you sound excited. What's happened? -YOU'VE happened! You just changed my world! He explained the call from his lawyer. -John, I'm so glad. Does that mean that we can all expect you to be back to your normal self soon? And yes, lunch sounds great. Front office in... hmm... twenty minutes? -Done lass. See you then. He was fair bursting out of himself in a joy he hadn't known for years, and exploding with gratitude to his old friend and colleague. He called the nice veggie place ten minutes walk away. Then rang Julie on the school phone, waited till the assistant fetched her: -Hi sweetie, sorry to phone you at school, I know it's not the best way to get you. But I just had to tell you. She listened to her lover's voice: -How lovely to hear from you John. Know you're excited... -Can you join Liz and me for lunch in half-an-hour? He told her what had happened, voice trembling with excitement. -No, sorry love. We've a staff lunch to prepare for the inspection tomorrow, and I must be there. But do give Liz a big hug for me! What wonderful news! I'm overjoyed, know how much this means to you. And John, I know you're seeing the boys tonight. Can you come round after please? I... I really want to see you. -Back o nine then? Yes Julie, I'll be there. But... -Yes, I know. I need you too. Aching for you. See you then. Love you. He couldn't remember feeling better in his life. ***** Shhree-uchhh The herring-gull settled on the lamp-post above him as he walked through the snow to her flat entry. He loved birds, but didn't like that the gull's shit had missed him by inches as it settled on the streetlight. They were bastards, herring-gulls. What were they doing thirty miles from open sea anyway? He let himself into the building and climbed the stairs to her door, smiling. He heard the shower running as he opened the door, called to her. A muffled cry back: -You're early John. Couldn't keep away from me then? He was tempted to go and join her in the shower. Christ, he wanted her. But something held him back. He fetched a beer from the kitchen, settled with the paper. He wasn't sure he should stay tonight: she'd be in a state about the school inspection tomorrow. Not matching his exhilaration at the prospect of settling with Pat finally. It might not be appropriate to stay, not tonight. Her face was drawn when she entered the room in her goonie, towelling her hair. He rose and drew her to him gently: -Oh sweet, I can see the inspection's taking its toll on you. Her arms wrapped round him and she snuffled: -I think we're all as prepared as we can be, but it's been a hard couple of days. Everyone's frantic at school, specially the Heidie of course. I'm fucking drained John, forgive me, but I ... I just had to see you. Can you cope with me when I'm in a state like this? -Mmm. Think I'll have to get used to you, whatever state you're in. As you've coped and supported me through hard times. I'm your pal as well as your lover Julie. I owe you lots of support. Just hope I can be good for you love. I do want to be. He drew her to the settee, fetched her a G&T as she slumped, drained: -May I help with your hair Julie? Her face wreathed in smiles: -God, would you? Nobody's ever done that before, my hair's very personal. But yes, I'd love that John. Um ... the drier and my brushes are in the bedroom, on the dresser. -Well, I'd best go fetch them. He kissed her nose, returned a minute later. Damp strands of hair fell about her face, tangles of brown on her shoulders. -Tell me what to do? I want to pamper you Julie. -Brush it all out first, look, like this. Her hand took the brush and began long sweeping motions through the tangles. He took the brush from her: - Like this? Lean forward lass, or would it be best if you stood till I get the hang of it? -John, I'm too knackered to stand. Just as you're doing it, mmm, that's lovely... He eased and teased with the bristles, pulling her hair down her back as she bent forward on her knees, the long brown strands silkier to his touch as the air dried them: -My sweet Julie, I feel so privileged that you want me to do this. I've ... never done such a thing in my life before. Such lovely intimacy. He leaned back, watched the shining mass sweep down her back, all brushed out - Should I use the drier now? He took her nod as assent and plugged in the drier, adjusted it, aimed it first at her crown. Then lifted long damp lengths, moving the drier in sweeping motions. She bent forward on her knees, relishing his attentiveness, wallowing in the care he bestowed on her: -God John, it's so sensual. Much more than when occasionally the hairdresser does it. Adore your touch. Feel the love in your fingers... He switched off the drier, gave the long tresses a final brush, watched as the static raised long hairs to the brush. Lifted her head. Kissed her brow and looked in her eyes. Her face was less drawn than it had been when she entered the room. He kissed her nose, returned his eyes to hers: -Yes Julie. Love's the right word. ***** He didn't stay with her that night and she didn't ask him to. They were attuned, didn't need the sex. Some needs can be stronger than sex, and they were adjusting carefully, both knowing there was something too important here to be overridden by lust. Not for tonight. They arranged to meet for dinner the following evening, after she'd had a few post-inspection drinks with her workmates. And after he and Pat had been with their solicitors. ***** She was flushed when she entered the restaurant. After a couple of drinks with her colleagues, he knew. God she was beautiful, a cool lavender tweed suit over a lacy white blouse, the skirt kilted, just below her knees. Black tweed cape over her arm. Blue stockings. Black laced Edwardian ankleboots. It was as though she knew his tastes precisely, and dressed to match them, though he knew that wasn't the case. He rose from his barstool and took her in his arms: -Well, glad that's over? Oh sweet, you're so beautiful. I know that's superficial, but you are truly the most beautiful woman I've ever met. How was your day love? -Oh John, you have no idea! -I have an idea you had more than just a couple of drinks with your colleagues? -Too fucking true! She collapsed in giggles on his shoulder. He drew her to him possessively, guided her to their table. They'd agreed on Italian, and in this understated ristorante on Great Western Road the manager had given them a secluded table in a wee cul-de-sac, away from other patrons. A breathed bottle of fine Italian red awaited them as the waiter bustled with menus, raised the bottle. John cocked his head at Julie and the waiter poured a dribble in her glass. She sniffed, tasted, nodded. Glasses were filled and the waiter withdrew. -Slainthe my sweet. Now – after the glasses had kissed lightly – tell me about the inspection? -I ... I really don't know... I, we all, think it went well. But that was after downing a few in the Chip when we'd left school, right enough! The Heidie said the HMIs looked OK when they left, and she's entertained a few inspections in her time. So even though she can be a right pain sometimes, I respect her judgement. Anyway – she raised her glass to his again, crystal singing – its OVER! Praise the wee man, it's over. But John, – she flushed in embarrassment – I was forgetting. Much more importantly, how was your meeting? -Well, Pat put a brave face on it all the way through. And at the end we signed the deed with good grace. She and I went for a drink after and had a civil chat, if a bit strained on her part. Maybe if I'm honest, on my part too. So – he was grinning, delight suffusing him – it starts tomorrow, the new arrangement! God, what a relief! All the stress of the past agonising year lifting. Course it's cost me, but what the hell, I've got what I needed, a real life with my sons again, and now I can go flat-hunting for our new home! She was puzzled. He hadn't discussed the detail of the agreement with her, provision for access to his sons apart. Her voice was soft, concerned: -What d'ye mean, it's cost you, John? -Well, umm... – He flushed - Ach, you need to know, Julie. Pat's a good woman, and I know her like the back of my hand. But. I knew the only way to have access to my sons, with her complete compliance, was to... um, to purchase it. Sorry, but that was my judgement. So she's buying me out of the flat for well under the current valuation. He emptied his wineglass in one: -I did my sums of course. I need to have enough equity from the deal to buy a decent place for the boys and I, and one that's as handy as possible for Pat's place, and their school. And the secondary school, when they get there. But I think I've achieved that. It's just cost me maybe fifteen grand to do so. I can live with that. Shit, it's only money! As long as I have a nice home for them I don't care. I just won't be able to buy a car for a while, that's all, but who needs a car? She rose, moved round the table, crouched beside him, hugged him. -Ach John, I'm so happy for you, my lovely man. – She glanced in his eyes – I can call you my man, can't I? He pulled her mouth to his, kissed her softly: -Yes Julie. I'm your man. But now – laughing – shouldn't we have a look at the menu? -In a sec John. But first – she glanced over her shoulder – please touch my cunt? He hadn't seen that coming. His hand slid up her muscled thigh, under the soft tweed of her skirt... over the top of the hold-ups... sweet thigh-flesh... and into her naked cunt. She gasped as his fingers stroked her wetness. -Oh Julie my sweet, how delicious. Later we need to explore each other so deeply... His eyes were shimmering when she looked into them. It was less than a week since the beautiful day they'd shared on the frozen mountains, and she'd never doubted that they had found something wonderful between them, she and this strange man. But now it was certain. Ten days that shook the world? Seven, actually! His finger was on her clit and she shivered as she kissed his mouth, long, deep, aching need. She knew this man would complete her. His finger withdrew slowly, traced her moisture down her thigh before it slid into his mouth. -Oh Julie... -Didn't you say something about the menu John? I do want to eat some food. Before I gorge myself on you. She giggled, intrigued, as she sensed the power-shifts between them, the natural give-and-take she had felt with no other man. No awkwardness, no contrivance. No acting on her part, no performing to accommodate him, as she had with every other man – or woman – she'd ever been involved with. She'd always bent to accommodate her partners' needs. In the past. Mental if not physical submission. It was gone, or at least was going, with John. She knew she could fly free with him, be herself at last. And she knew he was as natural and open with her. Knew it in her soul. -Aye weel, the menu then? Maybe you'd best get back in your seat so you can look at it Julie? Or – he pushed her face down on his cock, throbbing under the trousers of his best Magee suit – do you want to stay there and I'll read it to you? She stood and lifted his bearded chin so his eyes were in hers. Slapped his face lightly. But a slap nonetheless. She smiled: -I can read fine myself John. Thanks for the offer though. ***** Well-fed, they eventually stepped into the cold night. The moon shimmering over them was more than a crescent now. They shrugged into their winter coverings, pulled hats on. Gloved fingers entwined. -John, I want to walk home. That ok with you? He kissed his assent, and they wandered winding residential streets till she pulled him left, down the lane under the Belmont Street bridge and its red sandstone crown-steepled kirk. Reaching the Summit Ch. 04 -Just want some quiet, she whispered, away from the traffic. Arms around each other, they walked up the path by the rushing river, feet crunching on iced snow. It was so dark down there, dark and secret. No lights on the path. Winter-bare trees rose starkly up the sides of the gorge, tenements towering above them at its edges, streetlights glowing up there to dim the moonlight. She was reminded what a wonderful city this was, that here in its heart there was such a linear oasis of tranquillity. She stopped and pulled him to her, faces pure as their souls in the cold. Near-frozen lips brushed. -Touch my cunt with your fingers John. He pulled the leather glove off, watched her dim face tremble as his cold fingers found her. -Julie. I think I'm in love. It's not rational, I know, after only a week. Well, much more than a week, you know what I mean. But it's what I feel. And not just cos I'm touching your hot cunt. His face stung as her red leather glove slapped his face hard: -Not rational, you bastard? Just what do you mean? Haven't you found the finest woman in this city? In Scotland? Not fucking rational indeed! Clearly you do NOT know your good fortune! -I know the worth of what we've found, are finding, together Julie. Now let's get you home. We have things we need to do tonight, and it's a bit cold to do them here. ***** He drew her up the steep icy path and onto Queen Margaret Drive. Ten minutes and few words later, they stumbled, cold-numbed, into her warm home. Once they were in, his eyes narrowed and he said: -Bedroom. Strip. Now. She looked in his eyes, saw something she'd seen for the first time when he'd used the flogger, earlier in the week. She shivered, turned up the heating in her bedroom before she slowly removed her clothes in front of him, obedient, eyes lowered. -Now undress me woman. She complied. He took the cuffs from his coat pockets. -On your back, on the bed. Oh fuck, what was this, what was he doing to her? She felt the trickle down her thighs. Obeyed. He fastened her wrists to the headboard, slipped an eyemask on her. Christ, she felt helpless, open. Wanting, trusting. Felt his mouth close on a nipple. Shivered. Need, not cold. He bit and she pulsed, body screaming as his teeth sank into her areola. Then his fingers trembled through her flower and she knew she couldn't stop rising, now. -I love you Julie, he panted, as his fingers curled in her cunt, stroking the tenderness. -Harder, you bastard. Make me cum. He obeyed. She grunted as his fingers worked her cunt. She knew his lust. But – jesusfuck! – knew his love too, as he drove her up, kissing her mouth as he watched her face contort, her body trembling as her hips rose to meet his thrusting fingers... -fuck Johhnn... He watched and listened in joy as her keening sliced through the night, a raising wail he'd never heard before but knew would be part of his life now. He lifted the eyemask, watched her eyeballs disappear upward ... jesus ... her scream split the air and he felt his wrist soak as the jets hit it. And she sank back on the pillow, body shaking still, face gradually melting into a contentment he'd never imagined ... He watched her face in awe. Knew neither of them had ever been anywhere near this place before. Then uncuffed her wrists and removed the mask, adored the deep tranquillity on her face, was so proud that he'd helped take her to that point: -Now I need to fuck you. -Yes John. Please. Unbidden, she pulled her knees to her shoulders. Gasped as she felt him entering her cunt. Driving in deep. She opened her eyes, and found his looking into her as their union deepened, felt his need surging, opened herself for him, body and soul: -Take me John. Now. They panted and rose inexorably together, union of equals, striving for completion, every nerve singing in joy as the intense sensations pulsed through them both... -Oh Julie... She sensed his balls tensing as they ceased to strike her arse loosely ... and her being exploded as she felt his spunk surge in her. Spasms of ecstatic explosion. -Oh my sweet Julie. I love you. I know now that we need to share our lives together. But... Her eyes opened, looked deep in her lover's mind: -But? -I need to push you Julie. Need to see how far you'll let me take you. I need to secure you again. He drew his cock from her cunt. Took her wrists to the headboard, cuffed them there. Saw the fear in her eyes. Fear and need. Lifted her left foot to his mouth. Sucked and worshipped her toes, one by one, tongue laving deep between them. Watched her eyes flutter at his oral caresses. Then put the cuff on her left ankle, pulled it above her shoulders, secured it to the headboard. Her eyes were a deep unknowing question. He raised her right foot to his mouth. Lapped and stroked, absorbing her sweated toes with love. Moved his hand to stroke her cunt, wet and wanting. Watched as she shuddered, then pressed his fingers into her, curled, palm upwards. Released her foot to lean into her. Kissed her panting mouth as his fingers stroked, rubbed harder... Lost it, pressed viciously into her. Watched as her eyeballs rose upward and her keening wail lifted to an ungodly scream of release. Felt her ejaculate warm his wrist. Fuck... She was going to get it now. He dragged her right foot to the headboard as she gasped and panted, secured it. She was so open to him now, cunt and arse wide for him. He raised the flogger and thrashed her hard, his cock jerking. He watched her spasming under him as the leather lashed her intimately. Heard her cries through a blurry haze of lust. Beat her cunt harder. Was finally rewarded as she exploded, her whole body contorted, her beloved face a mask of lust and pain, her ejaculate drenching the sheets. -Oh my sweet darling, Julie my love. Nothing will ever part us. Nothing. He released her from the restraints and sank beside her. Stroked her, cherished her with his fingers, as they slowly returned to each other. There was nothing to say after that. They kissed and hugged, returning to something like themselves after the most extraordinary week ever. Seven days that changed the world. Indeed.