1 comments/ 8709 views/ 2 favorites Sex Without Outcomes By: EgmontGrigor2011 CHAPTER 1 Summer was warming up when Mac (Malcolm) Harris arrived from Edinburgh via Boston to the pretty New England city for a 14-day vacation with his recently widowed Aunt Ada, a bookshop proprietor who was his mom's older sister. A medical technologist, Mac had been working long hours in the lab to complete a project and had been given three weeks off work by his department director after making the crucial breakthrough in identifying a rare virus that had attacked the brain and killed an elderly man. His wish was to sleep for at least a week and his mom and Ada had been on the phone, conducting their monthly talkathon, and had discussed Malcolm. Mac's mom bullied him into accepting Ada's suggestion that he rest in her roomy house that overlooked a lake surrounded by twenty-five acres of municipal parkland. Aunt Ada met him at the airport in a battered blue Ford and she said, "You must drive. I'm hopeless and will scare the crap out of you." Well that seemed friendly and sensible and so Mac took the wheel and had his aunt shrieking when he twice drove on the wrong side of the road. "Just follow other cars you idiot." "It was a clear stretch of road." "What does that mean?" "There was no other traffic to follow." "Oh." After the second scare she stretched across and wrote 'Keep Right' at eye height on the windscreen in front of him and that resolved the problem. Mac slept all afternoon. He was pulled out of bed to have dinner and an hour later was back in bed and slept uninterrupted till 10:00 next morning when a foreign-sounding blonde calling herself Olga said she was the housemaid and wanted to make the bed. He stepped out of bed nude. "Oooh that's a very nice specimen." "Thanks Olga. I'm pleased you are not shy." "No, you have your shower. Would you like me to soap your back for you?" Mac swallowed hard and accepted. Olga wouldn't agree to sex but soaped him all over and paused long enough behind him halfway down to jerk him off. Olga said, "You fire off good" and looking at what was slowly sliding down the shower wall Mac had to agree. He went to the kitchen to find Aunt Ada has left a selection of breakfast foods out for him. He had fruit and yogurt and two cups of green tea and felt absolutely rejuvenated and went off to find Olga. She refused to have sex with him saying she was living in the city with her fiancé. He sighed, tough luck buddy. Mac wandered about the house but that wasn't a great idea because he kept seeing Olga bending over. Aged twenty-nine, Mac was sure he wasn't getting enough sex for his age and the reason for that was he was just unlucky. He kept meeting females who like Olga said no – and meant it. Olga came to find him just after noon, no not for that reason. She said she was off and would awake him again in the morning. Mac messed around and at 12:30 was looking through the very extensive library but most of the books were of no interest to him he answered the front door bell. An attractive woman, dark-haired and tall with sensuous lips, said, "Hi, I'm Marlene, one of Ada's friends from her senior book club. She's asked me over to get lunch for you and give you sex if you'd like that." Mac looked at her doubtfully. She said smiling, "You're not sure you heard correctly, right?" He nodded and stepped away from her. "After lunch you may fuck me if you wish." Good gracious, Mac thought. He'd been led to believe American's were morally conservative and the only significant immorality occurred in New York, Chicago, Los Angeles, Reno, Tallahassee and Dallas of course. As for New England states, in Scotland they were reputed to be whiter than the Bible States, er that is morally whiter. Well he knew he wanted lunch. "May I get you're a wine while you're preparing lunch Marlene?" She pouted, "Yes please, white wine." They went into the kitchen and she unpacked the cane basket she'd brought with her. She took the wine and they clinked glasses and she said, "Come in behind me and play with my breasts and rub up against me while I work. We both need to be in the grove for afters." Mrs Marlene Oliver went home two and a half hours later and Mac staggered off to shower and then slept until his aunt awoke him at 8:00 for a beautiful roast dinner. "I should have prepared the meal," he said guiltily. "Nonsense darling. You had other priorities. How was she?" "Awesome." "Oh I am so pleased. I have arranged for a younger lady to call tomorrow around 11:00. She will show you some of the attractions of our small city. She is rather shy and whether you get lucky will depend on our seductive expertise." "Oh thanks." Mac thought this was the most unusual hospitality ever offered by an aunt that he'd heard of. But he had no complaint. Next day Erica drove him around the city pointing out highlights. She drove and he was pleased because it was her car and she drove on the right side of the road. She was a short, curvy blonde and as soon as he saw he Mac knew she liked having sex. It was telegraphed by the way she looked at him. He had dark curly hair, and angular face, a gym-toned body and a caring smile although right now Mac really cared about little. He wondered what would take to get Erica to roll over but that thought was short-lived because as soon as they got into the car Erica hitched up her dress high on her thighs. As she turned the key to start the motor he looked down at her thighs and she said she'd only just started working on her tan. "How far does this tentative tan go?" "Take a look if you wish." They drove around for the next forty-five minutes before stopping for coffee, Erica breathing heavily and her eyes huge because Mac had two fingers up her for most of those forty-five minutes and had kept her primed, almost triggered to blow. They returned home after lunch and spent all afternoon on his bed, behaving in a very sporty manner. They both blew and after a rest she steered his revived elsewhere. Mac and his aunt went out for dinner and three times she told him he looked tired. Mac didn't have to be told that. On his last day before flying home, Mac caught Olga bent over straightening the cushions on the sofa and pounced. Seeing those long legs disappearing under her short dress most mornings for two weeks was driving him almost crazy. "You go home tonight yes?" "Yes." "Okay remove my panties and do it. You have been a well-behaved boy." The 22-year old babe was almost up there with the best, thoroughly enjoyable and to Mac's delight she appeared to be enjoying it as well. In the airplane high above the Atlantic on the almost 12-hour direct flight to Edinburgh, Mac had wondered about his chances of qualifying for a silver replica condom or whatever they gave to new members of the mile high club but the only service crew to show any interest in him was a male cabin attendant and so he put on headphones and snuggled down until the breakfast wake-up. In the morning he mused about his time in America. Aunt Ada had been surprisingly good company and they'd had some great times getting out and about and she appeared pleased he was so complimentary about her bookstore. At her request he'd gone through all of her late husband's possessions including a well-stocked workshop and had the junk carted to a refuse collection center and had sold most of the quality items via the Internet and what was left had gone to an auction house. The quality of American sex partners (and one from Belarus) had been excellent but now Mac was aware, more than ever, that straight banging had its limits. He'd had those twelve sexual liaisons but what did he have to show for it apart from fast disappearing memories of the times he'd had with each woman whose names he'd soon forget? Nothing. It had been bang, thank you ma'am or miss and then virtual oblivion because no meaningful relationship had developed. Well he had himself to blame for that because not once had he attempted to set up a follow-up date. God he was shallow. No wonder he wasn't one of the really popular males in the lab with the women. They must be able to tell he was a user, although never an abuser, and he banged three um four of them at different occasions and all had been one-night stands. But why only one-stop bangs? Mac scratched his nuts and decided he had no idea and he had a fleeting scare: why was he scratching? Had one of those women knowingly given him a reason to remember his time in America? Phew the itch appeared to have gone. Perhaps he'd been engaged in short-term bangs for too many years and the excitement of conquest was dimming? Or he was getting old? Oh no. Not too old to enjoy a good fuck, surely not. The other thing was most of his long-term male and female friends were now either married or living in a relationship while here he was banging and leaving hopefully very satisfied women in his wake, like flotsam in the sea. Is that all he wanted from relationships with women? Did he not value women more than that? Mac didn't really know. At university he'd been with a group of guys whose social activities consisted almost entirely of boozing and having sex with women. Their entire life was centered on study, sport, drinking and sex. Nothing else in life appeared to matter. He thought of the inner circle of guys in his final year at university, ten in all. Only he and David Gallagher had not settled down with a female and David was unlikely to ever do that now that he'd decided he was gay. God he knew what it was. He'd settled on as bang and then goodbye to avoid the possibility of progressing on to domestic responsibilities. That must be the reason; he could think of nothing else. It wasn't that he didn't like women. Back at work two days later at the medical lab at the hospital, that was also a teaching hospital, Mac settled into setting up for cultures associated with a team project and looked at the women around him, some eighteen of whom twelve were either unattached or relatively so. Slowly, as time allowed, he carefully appraised each of them and came to the disappointing conclusion that he could become interested in only five of them and then not really would want nothing more than a one-night stand with any of them. He hoped that he was simply adverse to both working and living with a woman, but he couldn't be sure that was the compelling reason. He just didn't feel he 'clicked' with any of them. Mac had tried to get back to the research lab where he had been seconded to work during the unidentified microbiology scare, but with the emergency over that lab was back to its close-knit establishment and he was no longer required. The difference in work had appealed to him. A month later Aunt Ada wrote to him. She didn't touch computers and employed other people to work with 'them' (that word spoken with distaste). She wrote that she missed having him in the house and said she'd found the Brewer Memorial Hospital in their city had failed to secure a suitable replacement technician. She'd been talking to an old friend who was the medical superintendent but had not mentioned the possible availability of her nephew to take up the position. Mac was glad about that because he hadn't been aware he was 'available'. Still it was great to read he was welcome to live in Aunt Ada's house for the company whereas his parents really wanted him to leave home because he occasionally came home singing drunkenly and that embarrassed them because their neighbors complained. His parents didn't hold back with their complaints. At his 30th birthday party at home the other night his mother had actually asked after cutting loose on whisky, when would did he intend leaving home. God mothers could be so callous. Sighing Mac resumed reading the letter. Aunt Ada said it was her understanding he would gain residential entry into the United States if he filled a specialist employment vacancy that had not attracted suitably qualified American applicants and that health care was high on the list where immigrants were given preferential entry approval. That caught his attention. Obviously he'd have to stay with that employer for a minimal time but then could relocate elsewhere. But no, why shift? It would be easier to stay put. What made him sit up and take notice were to further comments, that such employers often offered financial inducements called a bonus to fill difficult-to-fill positions and that Aunt Ada was willing to continue to find him dates, as she delicately put it. Mac licked his lips. He called Aunt Ada who was excited beyond belief to learn he was interested. She said if he came she'd give him the late Uncle Ben's car that was in storage. Two days later Mac was on a transatlantic video link with the medical appointments sub-committee at Brewer Memorial Hospital. He had met three of the people on the panel when he visited the hospital lab when he had stayed with Aunt Ada. He learned from the convener that his Uncle Ben had served as a board trustee for nineteen years and had been chairman at the time of his death. Well that should help, he thought. Two months later Mac arrived at Logan Airport, most of his possessions would arrive by airfreight including his expensive French road cycle. Aunt Ada said she would send someone to meet him who would hold a notice with his name. Mac was admiring the neat breasts of a dart-suited blonde when he realized under those breasts was his name on a piece of cardboard. "Hi I'm Mac. Ada Loveridge is my aunt." "Oh hi, cute accent," she smiled. "I'm Cate – that's Cate with a 'C' Mason, Mrs Loveridge's attorney." "You are young to be my aunt's attorney, what are you, twenty-six? I would have thought she would have gone for an older attorney." "It is not necessary for my age to be divulged. Technically you are quite right, one of our partners, Mr Jacobs, is Mrs Loveridge's attorney but I do all the routine work and all the legwork." "Oh I can understand that." "You can? Well there was I about to write you off as a rude man." "A rude young man perhaps and actually aged thirty?" "With some charming edges from first impressions I think. I turn twenty-seven soon." Mac said because of that frank disclosure could he sign on as a person client. He'd need an attorney. "Well yes but you know nothing about me." "Likewise." "And I'm married." "Is that relevant? Anyway I'd noticed the ring." She flushed and said she had no idea why she'd made that comment. "But I do have a sister. Oh why did I say that?" "Perhaps it's because I've charmed the pants off you?" Cate said stiffly, "Excuse me?" "Oh that's just an old Scottish saying... um one capable of being used in respectable society." "That might be so but you are in America now." "Yes Cate." "I ought not be chastising you." "No but you will whenever you feel necessary because you are that kind of person." She laughed and said he really was intriguing, well somewhat different. They walked into the parking area and she said, "Well there she is." Mac eyed the closet two cars, one a Porsche and the other a Lexus, and said, "Where is what, Aunt Ada?" "No she's on the council and is chairing a works committee meeting. I meant there is your car, that black Porsche 911." Mac's jaw dropped. "After you reach our city and deliver me to my office," she said, "I'll get you to=sign the necessary documents and give me your payment for the transfer of ownership and insurance, then legally this car will be yours. What a wonderful gift." "Yeah mom always said Uncle Ben liked fast cars and faster women but when he visited us in Scotland he was always with Aunt Ada and without wheels." "Is that right." "Yes of course." "I made that careful response to avoid making specific comment that could be interpreted as being inappropriate." "Oh just like I had refrained from saying great breasts?" "Exactly," she smiled and shook her head as if discovering she was dealing with a naughty person. Fortunately Mac was traveling fairly light. He got his luggage stowed and sat in the driver's seat. "Your lipstick tube please." Cate handed it across with a curious look. He wrote on the windscreen at eye level, 'Keep right' and said Aunt Ada had done that for him when he was there a couple of months ago and had made a couple of excursions down the side of the road people in the UK drove on. She giggled and looked at her lipstick that had lost its point. "Bill me for it," he smiled and she laughed. After settling in to the guest's wing that had its own exterior entrance as well as access through the library, Mac closely inspected his car. He just adored it. He'd sold his Mini Clubman before leaving Edinburgh but in comparison this was a real sports car. He then drove into town. Lily the store manager darted forward to greet Mac and took him into the lunchroom for coffee. Two other women having late morning coffee recognized Mac from his previous visit. Aunt Ada arrives just after noon, made a big fuss of Mac, looked at her messages and then took him to lunch where they caught up on news. "The people at the hospital couldn't believe you turned down the offer of a $15,000 bonus to accept the position." "I'm getting a big salary hike so there was no need to be greedy." She laughed and said he sounded suitable to be her nephew. Once more Ada had reminded Mac why she was his favorite aunt. * * * The director of hospital HR introduced the new laboratory manager to Mac's eleven day-shift personnel. Another four worked the 4:00 to midnight shift and three worked the midnight to 8:00 shift and two more technicians were retained on call. The HR director was aware there were two people in the department with suitable academic qualifications for the job but like most outside applicants none had the level of experience required whereas his new guy had experience across total lab activity, had superior academic qualifications and had come from an internationally acclaimed teaching hospital as well. Mac noticed four of the females giving the suggestion of 'I'm interested' after inspecting him but he'd already decided no sexual liaison with any of his personnel because he was the boss, no longer one of them. Although she was married the medical director's PA had given him the eye so perhaps that would be the best place to look. He sighed, or else he could be patient and allow a meeting and the chance of a meaningful romance to blossom and the chance to extend into a more meaningful relationship with a woman. But then again sex can just happen. Mac took a call that first afternoon from the married daughter of one of Ada's friends who'd sneak out to have a few hours with him last time he visited. "Hi it's Janie. Lovely to hear you are back, permanently this time I understand?" "Yes I started here at the hospital today in the lab." "Oh that's important work. I bumped into Ada in the bank a few minutes ago and she said you were back staying with her. Um do you wish to see me again?" "Yes of course but without risk to you." "Charlie is down in North Carolina doing some sort of infrastructure assessment for the City of Raleigh. Would you like to stay with me tonight after having dinner with Ada?" "What stay in your home in the matrimonial bed?" "Yes." "Well I'm not sure..." "Darling please help a maiden in distress. I've not had sex for eleven days." Mac didn't accept the maiden bit but he was quite sure some women would be frantic to go eleven days without sex, perhaps most females up to fifty might be distressed to be in that position. "Okay." "Oh you darling. I'll give you a great night." Mac would remember that as a boomer of a night. Janie had purchased two rabbit suits and was wearing hers when he arrived and pointed with pride to the writing woven into the fabric over her chest: Fuck Bunny. Sex Without Outcomes She had him undressed and into his suit within two minutes and she giggled at the writing on his suit: Rambo the Rammer. Her cheeks were high pink and her eyes were bright. Mac thought he'd be very lucky to even see a more attractive Fuck Bunny. Janie took him into the bedroom where she had all her toys laid out on the bed. It was just after 9:30. "I'll have that big plug up my butt please as a starter," she smiled. "Let's have a great night. We have zip trapdoors at all strategic locations of our suits." There went at it until almost 3:00. Mac staggered off to the lab next morning, arriving almost at 9:00, an hour late. Not good enough, he sighed but knew he'd not have to look for sex for at least another month after last night's energetic marathon. He hadn't realized Janie was so fit. It was rare for him to feel so exhausted hours after sex. The medical director's PA kept dropping in with papers that would normally been distributed by one of the messengers and so Mac got her message. Each time she seemed to be closer to him as she chatted. He decided not to rush it. Bad move. Helen appeared to become over-wrought. Finally she gave it to him straight. "I'm distressed you don't appear interested in me. My husband doesn't understand me." He said his understanding was few men could hook up at a higher level with women and for that he received a withering look. "Do I have to spell it out?" she fumed. "I guess so. I can't figure out what you are on about." She rasped, "My husband doesn't understand I need more sex and the fact is he's given me less." "I see Helen and some how you think this is my problem." He thought for a moment she was about to rip her hair out. But she caught herself and whispered fiercely, "I need you to fuck me." Well he could be given it any plainer than that. "Well okay. Arrange something for one evening next week." "What do you mean, a hotel?" "Yes." "Which one would you prefer?" "It doesn't matter, I won't be looking at the décor." Happy again and possibly not thinking next week wasn't that night, she leaned across and licked up his nose and kissed him between his eyes. For a moment Mac almost capitulated and said what about much sooner, like tonight. He was sporting his first full erection at the lab since his arrival. Helen had small tits with fat nipples so that was okay, and she wasn't very athletic but was wonderfully tight, and that was okay. She left for home at 11:00. They had agreed to meet twice a month and share the cost of the hotel room although she'd insisted on paying for it because this was her initiative but Mac said he would be a jerk if he didn't pay at least half. She was really great at fellatio and that was probably why her husband didn't feel it necessary to fuck her so often because her expertise with her hand and mouth combination satisfied him. However that was something Mac felt an outside should not tell a wife. Almost two months later Helen asked Mac would he mind if she switched her adulterous affection to the new assistant director of finance and he said no and she seemed pleased when he told her she'd starred in the longest relationship Mac had ever had with a woman. She was astonished and said it was such a damn shame he preferred to go pussy hopping, as she described it. She said women expected something better from a man and Mac said he could understand that. Well it seemed the right thing to say. Some time later Mac received a prospectus from a group of physicians seeking funding to build a private consulting facility. The group had already obtained an option to buy the land. He had $150,000 in short-term investments that were yielding low returns and thought this would be a better proposition. He called Cate to seek her advice and she said to courier the prospectus to him that day and then to come to dinner next evening where she'd give him the legal opinion and her husband Mike who worked in bank finance would give free advice. "I gather I pay for your legal advice?" "Yes but I'll provide a great dinner and will invite my sister so you can look her over." "And vice-versa?" "Of course. Now no more chatting otherwise I'll have to bill you my time." "Bitch, bye." He heard her laugh. Now she'd be a great screw, probably. Mac went to dinner by cab, expecting he would be drinking alcohol. The blonde who answered the door, presumably the sister, was an ash blonde, was even better looking than Cate and her tits... wowee. Jesus she was tall as he was at almost 6 ft 2 in. "Hi I'm Amanda Joll, Cate's sister. She is attempting to set us up." "Yeah that's a bit of a bitch I guess." She laughed and thanked him for being relaxed about it and told him to ignore Cate if her maneuvering became patently obvious. "She can be so embarrassing but mom says younger sisters are always like that." "Oh are you old?" "I'm thirty-one and unattached, hence Cate's near hysteria," said Amanda, eyeing Mac with ice-blue eyes that appeared to be twinkling. "You look as if you might know your way around women." "I'm Mac Harris and here's my card. Please call me if you'd like a date." "Thank you. What sort of date?" "Perhaps we could start off with a quiet drink after work one evening?" "I'm an attorney and work late. I work at the same office as Cate, a law firm established by our maternal great-grandfather." "That's interesting. Then I suggest lunch. What about this Saturday?" She said, "Can you play tennis?" "Yes I've grown up playing it, indoor tennis as well because of our climate." "I have been invited to a tennis party this Saturday at 11:00 with a partner but usually show up without a partner because... well because." "Because usually you don't have a partner?" "Yes." "That will because good men are hard to find?" "Yes. God you understand. Please come in, I'm sorry to have left you standing out there." "You had to assess whether I was worthy of admittance." She laughed and said Cate had told her he was refreshingly different and a mild teaser. The dinner went well, Mac was given the legal and financial opinions he wanted and he went home with just a farewell handshake at the door from Rick, with neither women moving to kiss him. Mac shrugged, knowing both women had decided to play it cool. Amanda Joll called Mac at 9:00 on Saturday morning to confirm if he were okay for the tennis party. "Yeah I halved the usual number of lengths I did of the pool this morning to conserve energy." "Good gracious what time did you go to the pool?" "The gym opens at 5:00. I was swimming by 5:15." "Omigod but nobody is up and around at that time." He laughed and said she'd be surprised. "The only thing I do for fitness is ride my bike but not this morning." "I ride too." "Oh really, well we do have something else in common besides tennis." Mac refrained from suggesting there was one other big thing they might have in common, partly to avoid scaring her off and partly because he had yet to find out the extent of her interest in sex. But he was encouraged. Although it was difficulty to judge exactly what women meant whenever they said anything, because of the way their minds appeared to work, her comment did suggest she'd been thinking beyond tennis. How far beyond was anyone's guess. To having just one drink with him at a bar to discover how shallow and pussy-oriented he was perhaps? He cringed. The best way to handle this outing would be to adopted a laid-back manner, try to fit in with everything and everybody, to keep his eyes off Amanda's tits and ass and to be cheerful, very polite and sociable at all times. Yeah. Way to go. "Sorry Amanda, I became diverted. I'm sure we do have many things in common just as most people do but we do know you are not Scottish and I'm not American but beyond that little hiccup, the sky's the limit. May I pick you up?" "I was intending to pick you up." "I asked first." She hesitated and said then he would know where she lived. "I could always ask your sister or brother for your address." "Yes I know and I know it was stupid of me saying that. I certainly don't consider you undesirable." "Thank goodness for that. Perhaps I unnerve you a little." "Um to be honest, just a little. I-I have noticed the way you looked at me." "I apologize." Amanda appeared surprised and said that apology was unexpected. "Well Amanda I have no wish to embarrass you but you have a lovely body." He heard her swallow and thought oh no, he should have kept his mouth shut. "Well the truth is so far I've found you attractive in every way including physical appearance. You were ever so charming, knowledgeable and interested in what other people said at dinner at Rick and Cate's the other evening. I was most impressed and when I expressed those thoughts to Cate she said yes you were a lovely man." "But one capable of being a bit uncaring at times but rarely obnoxious." "Are you out to try to seduce me?" He heard her draw in breath. "I would think so." He said, "The truth is I have nothing planned but then again I can plan quickly. Just walk away if you're not interested or now dislike me." Instead of replying Amanda gave him her address and said if he arrived at 10:40 that would be fine. Their hosts had plenty of tennis racquets if he required one. "Not I have everything." Mac arrived a couple of minutes early and was in the lobby of the impressive low-rise apartment block when Amanda emerged from an elevator. He strode forward, placed both hands on her shoulders, stopping her in mid-stride and kissed her gently on the lips. "You look lovely dressed for tennis and with that band around your forehead." "Thank you. I had been wondering when you would attempt to kiss me." He smiled and said did the quality of his technique and the actual first kiss meet with her approval. Her eyes danced and she said, "You sure don't back off, do you?" He just smiled. As they went through the doors he activated the vehicle's unlocking system, thus indicating which of the three parked vehicles was his. She gasped, "You drive a Carrera?" "Yes, my aunt whom I live with gave it to me. It belonged to her late husband. How is it your recognized what the vehicle was?" "My father drives one. My mother has the family sedan." Four hours later when they were driving home, Amanda said, "Why didn't you step in and handle that obnoxious Philip Kennedy? I could see you were itching to deal with him." "I wasn't scared of him. It was Sophia's party and she was handling him firmly and keeping her temper under control, if only just. I could see the drunk wasn't so drunk that he couldn't see everyone was grouping to support Sophia and when she yelled to him to apologize and behave he backed right off, mumbled an apology and rejoined his buddies." "Well I give you credit for self control. It could have become even worse had you intervened." "We have that opinion in common." She laughed and they chatted brightly. As he stopped under the portico of the apartment building she said, "May I take you out for dinner tonight." "Will we get a table trying to book this late; it's Saturday." "With difficulty and probably not until 9:30 onwards. Would you come to dinner here then?" "That would be lovely." "Come at 7:30 for drinks. Um my mother might appear slightly odd. I-I've not invited a guy home since my college years. Um she'll wonder what's so special about you." "Thanks for the warning and I'll be on my best behavior. Tell your mother you met me at Cate's place the other night and the logic of a follow-on meeting may satisfy her curiosity." "Don't count on it. I'll see you later, Amanda said, leaning over to be kissed. "Please don't jump out. These cars fit around you making it more than a jump to get out and with me sweaty from tennis it's not necessary." Mac drove home and Aunt Ada, on her way out, stopped to chat for a few minutes and asked him about tennis and was pleased that he had been invited out for dinner. "Who is the lucky woman?" "Amanda Joll." "Judge Andrea Joll's daughter?" "Um not that I'm aware of. The family lives in Astrid Apartments." "Judge Joll lives there and her husband Royce is the city manager." Mac said Amanda had given no hint about the community standing of her parents. "Why should she have given you that information?" "As a caution." "Omigod, you modern men expect to be spoon-fed. Well perform up to her expectations and have a lovely night. I'm off to the annual dinner of the Thespian Society." CHAPTER 2 On the way to dinner Mac spent sixty bucks on flowers and that charge made his eyes water, and so he spent a similar amount on a bottle of red wine. He announced his arrival and the doors clicked and Amanda told him to come to the third level. She and her mother met him at the door and Amanda kissed him briefly but fearlessly and neither of them looked for her mother's reaction. "Mother this is a friend, recently from Scotland and you'll know his aunt where he'd living, Ada Loveridge. Mac Harris, this is my mother Andrea Joll." "Good evening Mrs Joll. These flowers are for you." "Oh how lovely, thank you. You are Scottish. Do you know Edinburgh?" "Yes it's my hometown." "Then you'll know the High Court of Justiciary, Scotland's supreme criminal court." "Indeed." "I sat there once when a court was in session when I was in the UK to attend an international law conference. I remember it being in the Lawnmarket, the oldest part of the Old Town." "Yes that is historically correct. I trust Edinburgh treated you kindly?" "Very kindly indeed. Unfortunately it was not the time of Edinburgh's famous festival. Do come through and meet my husband." "Royce dear this young man Mac Harris is Amanda's new friend he also knows Cate." "Good evening young man. You are most welcome." "Thank you. Here is a wee gift for you sir." Royce looked at the label of the red wine and was impressed. "Mac you must call me Royce." When Mac was leaving after a pleasant but somewhat stilted evening and a fairly indifferent meal, Amanda said she would go down to the lobby with Mac. They waited outside the penthouse for the elevator and she said, "I'm sorry my mother is an indifferent cook. I promise to cook for your next time." "So there is to be a next time?" She colored and he smiled and her color deepened. "Sorry I'm a callous teaser." She giggled and relaxed. They entered the elevator and rested against a wall, facing each other. Amanda suddenly hurled herself at him and they were kissing with gusto. She came up for air and pulled one of his hands on to a breast and said, "I really do like you." He didn't hold back, sensing she wanted to hear from him. "Enough to have sex?" "Yes, it appears to be moving that way." "You might be too small for me." She wheezed, "Oh god," and grabbed and kissed him deeply to hide her embarrassment. The elevator doors had opened but they remain oblivious to that. "You can touch me if you wish." "I wish but perhaps next time. Amanda this is moving along very nicely. I'm so excited." She looked at him every so softly and he knew if her pulled aside a pantry leg right then he would be moments away from being in. But what was the point? She'd awake in the morning feeling it had been too quick for her and believe he'd exploited her. He kissed her and said goodnight sweetheart and stepped out and pushed the up button. The doors closed on her, staring at him with her tongue tip between her lips. Driving home Mac thought she would now be in her bedroom rubbing her pussy softly and asking herself why hadn't he had the guts to fuck her or whatever term polite lovely ladies use. But he was relieved that by the time he was garaging his car he'd decided she would be in bed thinking it was lovely being kissed like that and that's where the matter rested with her. Mac thought of calling her to say goodnight but decided he should just clean his teeth and go to bed. Before he got to the bathroom his phone went. Hi, he said, noting the caller was Amanda. "Thank you for coming tonight, it was lovely. I just wish to point out I'm thirty-one and would like to have sex with you without delay." "I'm on my way." She giggled and said he knew what he meant. "I had this feeling I came within an ace of being shafted in that elevator to tonight. I can't subdue my excitement right now but know that excitement will pass. Good night." The phone clicked before Mac could get his mind into gear. Now who would have though she'd be thinking like that? It was almost an hour before he fell asleep. Galloping through his mind were images of heaving breasts, entwining legs and Amanda in various fully clothed suggestive poses except one where she was covered with a thick matted blanket of pubic hair extending from her knees to just over her nipples. All that black hair made him ask: was he worried about Amanda's readiness for sex? He worried again next morning. He worried that he was out to exploit Amanda's sexuality. He worried that his sexual callousness might harm her emotionally. He worried that she appeared to be so innocent in opening herself to him. He thought he ought to go out and get drunk. But he went to work instead as was hugely relieved to find an alarm was underway over an unexplained infection affecting seven close-proximity patients in the children's wing. He now had purpose in life. * * * Amanda laid beside her mom, her father being out in the kitchen reading the newspaper and drinking coffee. She felt dampness against her upper thigh and thought well her parents were still at it to welcome in the new day. "Tell me about this guy." "What guy?" He mom had spent her earlier years involved in courtroom litigation so waited patiently. "He's just a guy. They are all after the one thing." Judge Joll waited. Her daughter sighed and said, "He's good looking, has a cute accent and he focuses awesomely. You must have noticed that." "Yes I did. That suggests he cares about hearing replies to his questions or statements and he's certainly doesn't appear to be immersed in trivia but he had been trained in that direction because of his immensely responsible work." "Oh mother you are also impressed." "Did I admit to that?" "God mom, you are talking to your daughter. You're not in a courtroom." "Very well, I do concede I was surprised to find I was not automatically rejecting the guy who is sniffing around my daughter and the qualities he exhibited were not insignificant on first reading." "Ah spoken like a mother. Thanks mom. Being with you is like living with two people at times. There is the authoritative mother and then at times she becomes like any other girl's mom." "I'm sorry. You probably will admit that is simply because of my training. God you are so much softer than Cate. You were right to specialize in family law. You ooze compassion but as we all know you can be a rightly little cow when you wish." "Thank you mother. Do you and dad still have sex?" "Next question please darling." They laughed. "Oh I'm so glad you decided to keep on living at home Amanda. You keep me young." "Thanks mom. At least I am useful to someone. The truth is I thought god what a sex machine when I met Mac at Cate's place. She had given him a bit of a build up and teased she may have found Mr Right for me. Well he certainly looked all right and I thought a night with him would be very okay. But as the evening wore on he kept glancing at me more and more and I decided he was actually interested in me as a person. I almost wet myself in shock." Sex Without Outcomes "Well Mandy I have been telling you for years you won't land a decent guy until you stop treating guys as sex objects. When you bang a guy and move on to the next one there is no outcome other than a repeat of an aimless cycle. But no you wouldn't accept that advice. You just seemed to think that the right guy would simply pop up between your thighs on one of these aimless rutting occasions." "Okay Mrs Know-all, tell me how did you and dad REALY get to gel? I would like to hear the truth, not that yarn that you met on a hay ride and fell in love on that same night." There was silence. Trained in interrogation herself, Amanda waited and wondered if that wet patch under her right thigh was deposited by her mother or her father or was it a combined deposit. Andrea said, "Will you keep this between you and me, forever?" "You have my promise." "There were six couples on that hay cart being pulled by a noisy tractor. The guys had been drinking beer and we girls had been drinking fruit punch knowing it had been laced with brandy. So we were all pretty noisy and excited and yet I was mortified when your father refused to allow me to jerk him off. All the other couples were doing it." "What, girl's jerked guys off in those days?" "Darling don't be so naive. They also did it in my parents' days and generations before that. Those earlier generations were more discreet, that's all, although probably a greater number of girls refused to do it the farther one goes back in generations. Each successive generation thinks it was their generation who really liberalized sex; that belief is such a myth." "Well I dropped Royce in disgust that night and then when I came out from church on Sunday your father was waiting for me and confessed he was so sorry he'd gravely disappointed me that if I came with him into the woods I could jerk him off and we could then have sex. I told my parents I was going for a walk with Royce and when I arrived home three hours later in a bit of a mess my mother fainted and my father hauled me into the bathroom, pulled my clothes off me and told me to have a long bath. He then went out on to the lawn and burnt my clothes. I'd loved that dress but realized I had to accept my punishment and it would be best if I didn't fuss. That incident really taught me a huge lesson about restraint and being accountable for everything I do. I was about to head off to college, which was the reason for that party, and instead of going on to become a schoolteacher I switched to law after gaining my BA in education and ended up making my parents very, very proud of me." "Omigod, my mother was a young slut. I can't believe it." "Shut up darling. You just think about what I have just revealed to you. I told you my secret because I know there's a message for you in that story, a message of possible enlightenment. You know everyone has said for years Cate is so much like her father and you are so much like me. And yes, your father and I still have sex and if you must know in my limited experience I know he's very good at it and he still loves me dearly and, as you well know, I love him. Now that's possibly another lesson for you." Amanda went off to the office thinking she didn't want lectures about morality, she much preferred to be shafted by guys on the make. The right one would turn up in time. The passage of young male attorneys passing through their firm was sufficient to give her the opportunity to pairing to mate sooner or later. She called Mac. "Hi it's Amanda." "Hi. Look we have a flap on. Can I..." "Let's meet at Albion Park at 1:00. I'll bring the food. If you can't make it that will be fine." "Okay bye." Amanda wondered how could a hospital medical lab have an emergency. Perhaps some idiot had cross-infected samples? Mac arrived at 1:00 looking quite calm. He kissed her soundly with a hand on a breast and that excited her. They ate. His team had been working on an apparent infectious outbreak in a kids' ward and it had proven to be nothing too serious. Some dodgy chicken had gotten into the food chain and everything was now under control. When they sat back after eating Amanda placed his hand between her open thighs and it wormed up without hesitation and that pleased her. "Are you sure?" She replied yes as felt one of his fingers push in and then a second. Soon she was panting and suggested that go into the thicket. "Are you sure?" She nodded and led him in and stood against a tree trunk and lifted up the back of her skirt. She heard him unzip and he began pushing in and appeared rather thick. He thrust right in and she exhaled with a whoosh and immediately gushed. Well they had been both worked up. She turned and told him it was safe to shoot inside her and opened her mouth to be tongued and obviously he had been overly excited as well because he began grunting and heaving and his tongue went deep into her mouth and she came again and thought she could feel him squirting. Amanda had saved the paper napkins from lunch and there had been some spares and so she was able to clean up successfully. "You'll be dripping stuff all afternoon won't you?" "How lovely, I'll have reason to think of you," she smiled, holding her face up to be kissed. "I love you," he said. Amanda felt astonished and faint and wide-eyed kissing him goodbye she returned to the office thinking if he'd said before they'd had sex he loved her she would have been prepared to have dismissed that as hormonal-driven but it couldn't be dismissed when he'd said that after having had sex. An hour later, unable to bear the suspense any longer and with her next client not yet arrive, Amanda called him. "Hi," he said, obviously having seen who was calling. "Still dripping?" "You disgusting man," she giggled. He said well she now knew what he was like and he added, "I really enjoyed been deep inside you." She dribbled from the mouth, quite shocking herself. "That's lovely," was all she could manage for the moment but regained control and said, "You were an idiot saying you love me. I could have taken that seriously." "It was meant seriously." "Omigod." "I really have to go. Come to dinner tonight at 8:00. Here's the address. I'll tell Aunt Ada we have a guest. She's wanted me to settle on one good woman and I wish to show her my choice. I really want to date you at the very least long term." "That's fine," Amanda said. "I have a client coming in. I'll arrive at 8:00." * * * Aunt Ada was delighted to learn the young woman coming to dinner was Andrea Joll's daughter. "Will she be staying the night?" Caught by surprise, Mac said he hadn't thought about it. "Well I suggest you do invite her to stay. She is a good class of woman for you to associate with. It worries me that you screw maids and married women and goodness knows who else." "I-I mainly devote my energies to my lab work." "I'm sure you do darling." Amanda arrived to a lovely welcome from aunt and nephew, both kissing her. She was aware Aunt Ada was a longtime friend of her mothers and they had met before in passing. After dinner the two lovers sent Ada off to watch TV while they cleared away and did the dishes. Mac said, "I'd like you to stay with me. It's okay by Aunt Ada." "I'd really like that. I did bring an overnight bag, um, just in case. I had my fingers crossed." "Amanda there's something you should know. There have been a lot of other women." She laughed and said that was a relief. Far better than him saying there had been no women or there had been males. "I have been with a number of men as you might expect at my age. Most of them have been married men on the prowl and that rather frustrated me, if you know what I mean. I mostly had uneasy relationships." Mac sighed, "And fast turnovers?" "Yes." "And the same for me, leaving me in most instances with no chance of a good relationship." Amanda said, "It was such a shame, putting in the effort only to have sex with no outcome and being left with the thought of oh why do you bother." "We will have sex with an outcome won't we? You know I'm eager for that to happen." "Yes Mac. I'm interested in finding how far can we take this. I'm growing to really like you. Make me love you Mac." THE END