You pour a glass of wine for yourself, and another for Alyssa. She takes it with a nervous giggle. “Thank you,” she says.

As you sit down next to her on your threadbare sofa, you casually reach out and put your arm behind her shoulders. “Here’s to ... the future,” you say, raising your glass.

“To the future,” she replies, taking a sip. Then she drops her eyes. “Jon ... I know what you’re hoping for, this evening. And I ... I want you to know that I’m ... ready...”

You smile happily. “That’s great!” you say. “I’m ready too.”

“But...” Alyssa continues hastily, “before we ... you know ... I have a confession to make.”

“Oh?” you inquire.

“I’m ... a virgin,” she says apologetically. “I’ve never done it before.”

You stare at her in astonishment. “What?” you say. “How is that possible? I mean ... how come you’re only just telling me this?”

She bites her lip. “I’m sorry!” she says. “I was nervous about admitting it.”

“But,” you continue, perplexed. “How? You’re twenty-two years old! You’ve had boyfriends before...”

“Yes I have,” she sighs. “But I never had sex with any of them. Mostly that was my choice, but my last boyfriend, Terry ... he wanted to wait even more than I did! I thought it was because of his religious upbringing, but it turned out he was gay...”

“Wow,” you say, shaking your head. “I guess I don’t feel so bad about being so inexperienced myself. I mean ... I’m not a virgin ... but the only time I ever did it ... well, I’ve told you the story.”

She nods sympathetically. “Even so, you’ve done it! I feel so ... inadequate...”

“Don’t be silly!” you say encouragingly. “I think it’s great that you’re a virgin! We’ll be able to explore sex together. Starting ... this evening?”

Alyssa blushes, and nods. “Right now ... if you like.”

Your loins stir as a grin spreads across your face. You look at her pretty blue eyes, wide with anticipation, and then at her long golden hair, streaked with blonde highlights, as it cascades down over her shoulders. Your gaze drops to the bumps in her peach-coloured top, formed by the plump breasts that she showed you for the first time only two days ago. You cannot wait to see them again; they are so beautiful! Lower still, hidden beneath the loose pleats of a knee-length black skirt, are treasures yet unseen.

“Let’s...” you begin, but at that moment you hear the ‘bing-bong’ of your doorbell. Your brow furrows in dismay. “Who on Earth could that be?” you wonder aloud.

“You’d better answer it,” says Alyssa. “It might be important.”

Will you...

answer it?

decline to answer it?

“All right,” you say reluctantly. “I’ll try to get rid of them as soon as possible.”

Alyssa nods, and you get to your feet. With a slightly apologetic smile, you turn and walk quickly to the front door. Opening it, you find yourself looking at a stressed-looking young man in jogging clothes. “I’m sorry to bother you, mate,” he says, “but I just witnessed a hit-and-run, right outside your house. Some idiot in a sports car just clipped an old man and then took off without even slowing down!”

“Oh my God!” you say, appalled. “Did you call the police?”

“Not yet – I don’t run with my phone,” says the young man. “I was hoping you could.”

You hesitate. This is terrible timing. Alyssa is waiting for you in the living room, ready and willing to have sex with you for the first time. With an anxious expression, you say,

“Look, this is a really bad time. Can you try Mr Breyer next door instead, please?”

“Um, sure. Of course.”

“It’s probably just Jehovah’s Witnesses,” you say. “I’m sure they’ll just go away if I don’t answer.”

Alyssa looks a little doubtful, but she nods. A few seconds later, however, the doorbell rings again, this time with multiple bing-bongs. You groan in annoyance.

“It does sound important,” ventures Alyssa.

You sigh, and nod.

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“Oh come on, mate, the poor chap could be seriously hurt!” says the young man sternly. “The least you can do is call for police and an ambulance!” He glances at the next house. “Besides, your neighbour’s lights aren’t on. Doesn’t look like he’s home.”

You grind your teeth. “All right, fine,” you say, rather testily.

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You reach into your pocket, but realise you left your phone in the living room. “Hang on, I’ll go and get my phone.”

“Great – thanks,” says the young man, relaxing a little.

You go back to the living room. “Sorry, Alyssa, I need to ring 999 and ask for the police and an ambulance,” you tell her, as you pick up your phone. “Some poor old chap got hit by a car outside.”

“Oh no!” she says, looking alarmed. “Is he ... is he badly hurt?”

“I don’t know,” you admit. “I suppose I should go and take a look, so I know what I’m talking about when I speak to the operator.” You return to your front door ... but the jogger is nowhere to be seen.

Frowning in puzzlement, you look up and down the length of the street ... and spot the jogger disappearing into the distance. “Hey!” you call after him indignantly. Then your ear is caught by a groaning sound from the left-hand end of the fence that separates your lawn from the pavement beyond. Hurrying to investigate, you find a shabbily-dressed man slumped against the last fencepost, clutching his arm and muttering to himself. He tries to get up, and groans again.

“Hello there!” you say. “Just sit still; I’m going to call for the police and an ambulance, okay?”

“No! No!” the man says, looking up at you in a panic. He seems to be in his mid to late sixties, judging by his wiry grey hair and somewhat craggy visage. “Too much junk in me system. I’ll be all right; I just need a few minutes.”

You are sceptical. His forehead is grazed, and a bruise is forming on his right cheekbone. “I really think you ought to have a doctor check you out,” you tell him.

“No!” he insists. “I’ll be all right – really.”

You hesitate, then say,

“All right, have it your way.”

“At least come inside and let me get you a cup of tea or something.”

You go back inside, where Alyssa is waiting in the living room with wide eyes. “Did you see the old man?” she asks. “Will he be okay?”

You shrug. “He doesn’t look particularly okay,” you say, “but he didn’t want me calling the police or an ambulance. He said he would be fine. I think he’s maybe a drug addict and doesn’t want to get into trouble.”

“Oh no!” says Alyssa. “Well we can’t just leave him out there! What if he dies?”

The thought of the old man dying at the end of your driveway unnerves you. “Oh goodness,” you say. “That would be dreadful. I did for a minute consider inviting him in...”

Alyssa nods. “Maybe you should,” she says. “Then at least we can get a better idea of what sort of shape he’s in.”

You grimace. “But ... our evening...”

“I know,” she agrees sympathetically. “But think how you’ll feel if he dies, and we could have helped him...”

You sigh. “All right, fine ... you’re right of course. I’ll be right back.”

“Thank you,” says Alyssa gratefully.

You go back outside, where you find the injured man still slumped on the ground. “Um,” you say, “listen – I feel bad leaving you out here. Would you like to come inside for a bit, and have a cup of tea or something?”

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“Oh ... that would be very nice ... thank you,” says the man. “Would you mind grabbing that for me...?”

He is indicating a dirty and battered-looking rucksack a few yards away on the pavement, its contents partially scattered across the flagstones. “Sure,” you say, and you gather up the displaced items – which include a pad of paper, an old pair of gloves, and an empty Tupperware container – and stuff them back into the rucksack.

Returning to the old man, you help him to his feet, and support him as he limps up the path to your front door. Inside, you take him to the living room, where Alyssa looks him up and down anxiously.

“This is my girlfriend, Alyssa,” you say, setting the rucksack down by the door. “And I’m...”

“My, what a pretty little thing,” says the man, straightening up a bit as he grins at Alyssa. “My name’s Sid.”

“Nice to meet you, Sid,” says Alyssa. “I’m so sorry about what happened to you. Are you in much pain?”

“Just some bruises, I think,” Sid replies. “Thank you for your concern.” Then he sways a little. “Actually I do feel a bit dizzy...”

“Come and lie down on the sofa,” you say, and you help him across the room.

Sid slumps on to the sofa and leans back into its left-hand corner, hooking his elbow over the arm rest. “Oh that’s better,” he sighs. “Um, you mentioned a cup of tea...?”

“Yes,” you say, “I’ll just go and put the kettle on.”

“Milk and two sugars please,” says Sid.

You hurry to the kitchen, fill the kettle and switch it on, and fetch three mugs out of the cupboard. Five minutes later, you carry a tray bearing all three mugs and a plate of digestive biscuits into the living room.

Sid is now sitting up straight, and Alyssa is sitting next to him. It makes you a little uncomfortable to see that he has taken her left hand in both of his, and he is talking earnestly to her in a low voice while she listens attentively, her eyes sympathetic.

“It’s so good to see there’s still some kindness in the world,” Sid finishes. He pats Alyssa’s hand, then lets go. “Ah, tea’s here.”

With no more room on the sofa, you are obliged to sit in one of the armchairs as you drink your tea and talk with Sid and Alyssa. He is very interested in the history of your relationship, and he also asks Alyssa about her family and upbringing. He does not seem quite so interested in your own childhood.

“You’re a lucky fellow,” he says to you after a while, lifting his right hand and bringing it down on Alyssa’s thigh, just above her knee, partly on her skirt and partly on her bare skin. “You’ve found yourself a lovely girl – sweet, kind, pretty, and with a nice pair of legs, too! Can’t beat a nice pair of legs. My old man used to say to me, ‘Sidney,’ he used to say, ‘find yourself a girl with a nice set of pins.’ Course it was easier back then – most young women were slim, and wore those sexy little miniskirts and minidresses. Quite a thing it was, to come of age at the end of the sixties.”

“Yes, well,” you say, frowning a little at his hand, which is still on Alyssa’s thigh. “You seem a little better now, so perhaps it’s time for me to take you home...”

“I bet you would look great in a miniskirt,” says Sid, grinning at Alyssa. Then he turns to you. “I bet you wish this skirt was a little shorter, eh? Hehe!”

Alyssa blushes, and so do you. The old man seems to have some outdated attitudes. Feeing rather embarrassed and driven to ease your girlfriend’s obvious mortification, you clear your throat. “Sid,” you say firmly,

“I think it’s time to take you home.”

“As a matter of fact, I really like that skirt.”

Sid nods. “All right,” he says, taking his hand off Alyssa’s leg. “I know when I’ve outstayed my welcome. I’m sorry if I caused any offence. But don’t worry about taking me home – I haven’t got one! Been sleeping rough for twenty-three years now. I’ll just be on my way – I’ll find a bench somewhere.”

You and Alyssa look at each other in alarm, and you can see that her kind heart is melting. The thought of Sid sleeping on a bench tonight, after having been hit by a car, troubles you ... but so does the thought of letting him spend a night here. Knowing that Alyssa will want you to help Sid in some way, you say,

“There must be a shelter or something that I can take you to...”

“Perhaps I could give you a blanket to take with you...”

Sid chuckles. “Oh it’s a nice skirt, don’t get me wrong. But it would be even nicer if it were a bit shorter, right?” And to your shock, he slides his hand up Alyssa’s thigh, dragging the hem of her skirt up a couple of inches and making her squeal.

“Hey!” you say, frowning sternly. “Sid, I think it’s time for me to take you home!”

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Sid shakes his head. “There isn’t one anywhere near here, and I’m not going to make you drive me to the city. Besides, it’s not too cold at night right now – I’ll be fine, really.” He attempts to get to his feet, but winces and groans, then falls on to his knees, placing one hand on the floor in front of him. “Just give me a minute.”

Alyssa looks at you in distress, and your heart sinks. You know what she is thinking. “You know what, Sid,” you say reluctantly, “I wouldn’t feel right about sending you back out there in your injured state. Why don’t you stay here tonight? I have a spare bedroom; you can spend a few hours recovering in comfort, and hopefully you’ll feel better in the morning.”

Alyssa smiles in relief, and Sid’s face lights up. As he manoeuvres himself back on to the sofa, he says, “Thank you! That would be great. You’re very kind.” He turns to Alyssa. “Will you be staying the night too...?”

Alyssa blushes. “I ... I suppose that’s up to Jon...”

Your pulse quickens. Perhaps tonight can be salvaged after all. “I would love that!” you say, and you are rewarded with a shy giggle from Alyssa.

“Oh, just look at the two of you!” says Sid, chuckling. “Seems like tonight is a special night! And here I come barging into the middle of it. I’m so sorry. But thank you for taking me in anyway – I’m truly grateful.”

“You’re welcome,” you say magnanimously.

“Sorry if I overstepped the mark earlier,” Sid continues. “It’s been a long time since I was in the company of a beautiful young woman...”

“It’s quite all right,” you assure him. Then you add,

“You’re right though – she is beautiful.”

“Were you ever married, Sid?”

“That would be very kind of you,” says Sid. “It’ll help to cushion my bruises against the hardness of the bench, which as I’m sure you can guess, can sometimes make it difficult to get a good night’s sleep!”

Alyssa shudders, looking very concerned. “That can’t be much fun, even when you’re not injured! Jon, a blanket isn’t going to be all that much help. Could you maybe look up local homeless shelters...?”

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Alyssa blushes shyly. “Thank you both!” she says. “I’m really very ordinary though – my sister was always the pretty one.”

You smirk. “Don’t you believe it, Sid,” you remark. “Alyssa’s the pretty one.”

“Mel’s fifteen boyfriends would probably disagree,” says Alyssa with a trace of envy.

You snort. “That’s not because she’s prettier; it’s because she acts confident, wears skimpy clothes, and doesn’t have particularly high standards,” you explain.

“She acts confident because she IS confident,” says Alyssa ruefully. “And she’s confident because she’s always had plenty of male attention. Because she was always the pretty one.”

You sigh in a mixture of amusement and exasperation. But Sid jumps in. “Confidence comes from positive attention, Alyssa,” he says. “And vice versa, of course, which makes it seem like a vicious circle. But Jon’s right – it’s not only confidence which earns you attention. I guarantee you’d get plenty of attention with shorter skirts! Legs like yours – it’d be easy!”

“But you need confidence to wear short skirts!” says Alyssa. “You see? It IS a vicious circle.”

“Oh, anyone can get used to wearing miniskirts,” says Sid dismissively. “You think only confident girls wore them in the late sixties? Heck no. Almost all young women wore them. They got used to it – and so can you.”

“But she doesn’t have to!” you object. “I don’t need her to wear miniskirts!”

“It’s not about you, though,” says Sid. “This is about Alyssa, and building her confidence, which is a worthwhile goal whether she’s found a man or not. Wouldn’t you agree?”

You think about this, then reply,

“She doesn’t need confidence if she has me!”

“I suppose so...”

Sid sighs. “No, though I came pretty close. I had a few girlfriends, but ... well, I have to admit I wasn’t the easiest person to live with. Then again, neither were my girlfriends – I suppose I didn’t have very good taste in women back then. Maybe if I’d had a girl like you, Alyssa, I might have made more of an effort.”

Alyssa blushes. “Oh, I’m really quite ordinary – my sister was always the pretty one.”

You smirk. “Don’t you believe it, Sid,” you remark. “Alyssa’s the pretty one.”

“Mel’s fifteen boyfriends would probably disagree,” says Alyssa with a trace of envy.

You snort. “That’s not because she’s prettier; it’s because she acts confident, wears skimpy clothes, and doesn’t have particularly high standards,” you explain.

“She acts confident because she IS confident,” says Alyssa ruefully. “And she’s confident because she’s always had plenty of male attention. Because she was always the pretty one.”

You sigh in a mixture of amusement and exasperation. But Sid jumps in. “Confidence comes from positive attention, Alyssa,” he says. “And vice versa, of course, which makes it seem like a vicious circle. But Jon’s right – it’s not only confidence which earns you attention. I guarantee you’d get plenty of attention with shorter skirts! Legs like yours – it’d be easy!”

“But you need confidence to wear short skirts!” says Alyssa. “You see? It IS a vicious circle.”

“Oh, anyone can get used to wearing miniskirts,” says Sid dismissively. “You think only confident girls wore them in the late sixties? Heck no. Almost all young women wore them. They got used to it – and so can you.”

“But she doesn’t have to!” you object. “I don’t need her to wear miniskirts!”

“It’s not about you, though,” says Sid. “This is about Alyssa, and building her confidence, which is a worthwhile goal whether she’s found a man or not. Wouldn’t you agree?”

You think about this, then reply,

“She doesn’t need confidence if she has me!”

“I suppose so...”

“Oh?” says Sid, raising an eyebrow. “She doesn’t need confidence interacting with other people? Going for a job interview? Dealing with tradesmen? Handling difficult colleagues?”

“I would love to be more confident,” Alyssa admits.

Sid looks at you as if to say ‘I told you so.’

“All right,” you concede. “But I wasn’t talking about general confidence like that; I was talking about the confidence to wear daring clothing.”

“It’s all one and the same,” says Sid. “Being comfortable in your skin. Being happy with who you are. Feeling secure in the knowledge that you can handle yourself. Being unafraid to be looked at.”

“I suppose that makes sense,” you admit.

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“I really think,” Sid continues, “that if you make the effort to show off your legs, Alyssa, and you get enthusiastic positive feedback for it ... it’s going to do wonders for your confidence.”

“But what if I get negative feedback?” Alyssa asks nervously.

“You might, sometimes,” Sid acknowledges, “from idiots and prudes. Which is why you should start with a friendly audience: people who you know will be nice. People like ... well, why not Jon and myself? Jon alone would be good, but the two of us would be better; there’ll be more of a sense of validation.”

Alyssa swallows. “Um, what are you suggesting?”

“How about you stand up,” says Sid, “and pull up your skirt a bit, to show off more of your legs? Give us – and yourself – an idea of how you would look in a miniskirt.”

Alyssa’s eyes widen, and you say,

“Don’t do it, Alyssa – he just wants to see your legs!”

“Maybe you could give it a try, Alyssa...?”

“Of course I do!” says Sid. “And I’m sure you do too. Alyssa’s a beauty; what red-blooded man wouldn’t want to see her legs? But that’s not the point, is it? The point is that Alyssa showing off her legs, and getting praise for it, will help to build her self-confidence. You want that for her, right?”

“Well yes...” you concede.

“Then you should be encouraging her!” says Sid. “You want to be a supportive boyfriend, yeah?”

“Of course!” you say.

Sid turns to Alyssa. “How about it, then, Alyssa?”

Alyssa looks toward you, and you clear your throat. “Maybe,” you say hesitantly, you could give it a try...?”

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The thought of Alyssa hiking up her skirt to show more of her legs has undeniable appeal; you are just a little uncomfortable about the idea of Sid ogling her legs too. But perhaps the old man is right that it will help her self-confidence – and if so, you would not want to stand in the way of that.

Alyssa gets to her feet, looking uncertain. “Um,” she says, taking a step forward and then turning so that she is facing both you and Sid. She grasps the material of her skirt with both hands, about halfway down her thighs “I’m not sure about this...”

“Just give it a try,” Sid encourages her. “Just lift your hands slowly.”

Alyssa bites her lip, then slowly raises her hands, pulling her skirt up. The regular folds of its hem gradually climb up her thighs, exposing skin that has hitherto remained covered. She giggles nervously as she watches both you and Sid staring at her legs in rapt attention. When about half of her thighs have been revealed, she stops.

“Beautiful!” says Sid, clapping his hands. “Don’t you think, Jon?”

“Absolutely!” you agree. “You have gorgeous legs, Alyssa.”

Alyssa blushes, and smiles happily. “Thank you,” she says.

“How would you feel, wearing a skirt of that length?” Sid asks.

“I don’t know – I do feel a little exposed,” says Alyssa guardedly.

Sid nods. “That’s to be expected,” he says. “But you would soon get used to it. And from an objective standpoint, frankly, you look better with your skirt at this length than you did when it was knee-length.”

“Really?” Alyssa inquires. She looks at you, no doubt wanting your opinion.

Snapping your eyes up from her bared thighs to her face, you smile and say,

“I liked it better at knee-length actually.”

“I think both lengths look good on you.”

“I have to admit, Sid’s right.”

Sid chuckles. “Your mouth says one thing, Jon, but your eyes say another. I appreciate you wanting to make Alyssa comfortable with her clothing choices, but she’s not going to gain much self-confidence that way. Alyssa, trust me, you do look better in a shorter skirt, and I’ll tell you why. Your calves and knees are very nice ... but your thighs are amazing. Aesthetically, I think they could be your second-best feature – after that pretty face of yours. Showing them off is no crime; you’re actually doing yourself a favour. Now, this length looks great – it’s a very mid-seventies sort of length – but let’s see how you would look in an even shorter skirt. Go on – lift it up a bit higher.”

Once again, Alyssa bites her lip and looks to you for support. Glancing back down at her thighs, you say,

“I think it’s short enough as it is.”

“It’s up to you, Alyssa.”

“I suppose a little shorter wouldn’t hurt...”

Sid chuckles. “That’s very diplomatic of you, Jon, but not very honest. I saw your face when that hemline went up! Obviously you’re as much a fan of this length as I am. Alyssa, trust me, you do look better in a shorter skirt, and I’ll tell you why. Your calves and knees are very nice ... but your thighs are amazing. Aesthetically, I think they could be your second-best feature – after that pretty face of yours. Showing them off is no crime; you’re actually doing yourself a favour. Now, this length looks great – it’s a very mid-seventies sort of length – but let’s see how you would look in an even shorter skirt. Go on – lift it up a bit higher.”

Once again, Alyssa bites her lip and looks to you for support. Glancing back down at her thighs, you say,

“I think it’s short enough as it is.”

“It’s up to you, Alyssa.”

“I suppose a little shorter wouldn’t hurt...”

Sid chuckles. “There, you see? Both of us agree that you look better in a shorter skirt ... and I can tell you why. Your calves and knees are very nice ... but your thighs are amazing. Aesthetically, I think they could be your second-best feature – after that pretty face of yours. Showing them off is no crime; you’re actually doing yourself a favour. Now, this length looks great – it’s a very mid-seventies sort of length – but let’s see how you would look in an even shorter skirt. Go on – lift it up a bit higher.”

Once again, Alyssa bites her lip and looks to you for support. Glancing back down at her thighs, you say,

“I think it’s short enough as it is.”

“It’s up to you, Alyssa.”

“I suppose a little shorter wouldn’t hurt...”

“And that, Alyssa,” says Sid in amusement, “is a very good impression of the type of prude whose opinion you should ignore. Really, Jon – I don’t know if you intended that to sound supportive, but you did kind of sound like an overprotective dad objecting to his daughter’s party dress. If Alyssa can’t even experiment with different skirt lengths in a safe environment like this, where can she?”

You look up at your girlfriend in embarrassment. “Did I really sound like that?” you ask her. “I’m sorry – I didn’t mean to.”

“No; you didn’t,” Alyssa assures you. “You just ... you sounded ... I know you want what’s best for me.”

“He wants you to be comfortable,” says Sid. “And that’s great ... but it’s a little at odds with what we’re trying to accomplish here. In order to build your confidence, we need to push you a little outside your comfort zone. So instead of trying to make Alyssa comfortable, Jon, how about encouraging her to experiment, and then praising her for her success afterwards?”

“That does make a lot of sense,” you have to admit.

“Okay Alyssa – go ahead,” says Sid. “Lift that skirt up a bit higher. Show us more of those lovely legs.”

Looking a little bemused, as if she is not quite sure how she got into this situation, Alyssa slowly raises her hands, pulling her skirt up and revealing more of her smooth, pale thighs.

“Gorgeous!” says Sid, leaning forward and eyeing her legs hungrily. “Keep going!”

But Alyssa stops, looking at you a little anxiously. Sid turns to you, and says, “Well, Jon? What do you think?”

Clearly it is time for you to step up and show your support. Alyssa does, undeniably, look very sexy right now – she is showing you more of her legs than you have ever seen before! You are not happy about Sid getting the same view, of course ... but you do not want to say anything that might sound like a criticism. With a warm smile, you say, “Your legs are amazing, Alyssa. I love seeing this much of them!”

Alyssa smiles in relief, and seems to relax a little.

“I bet you’d like to see even more, eh?” Sid prods you, with a playful wink.

Alyssa’s skirt is already quite far up her thighs – practically at what you would think of as microskirt-level. You hesitate, then reply,

“Of course – but not with you here, Sid.”

“Well, maybe just a little more...”

Sid laughs. “Nice try, Jon, but that’s not what Alyssa needs to hear right now. She wants to hear your opinion! Have the courage of your convictions!”

“Oh,” you say, rather abashed. “Right. Well in that case,

I think it’s short enough as it is.”

I suppose a little shorter wouldn’t hurt...”

“Indeed it wouldn’t!” Sid chortled. “That was exactly the right response. Go ahead, Alyssa. Lift that skirt up a bit higher. Show us more of those lovely legs.”

Looking a little bemused, as if she is not quite sure how she got into this situation, Alyssa slowly raises her hands, pulling her skirt up and revealing more of her smooth, pale thighs.

“Gorgeous!” says Sid, leaning forward and eyeing her legs hungrily. “Keep going!”

But Alyssa stops, looking at you a little anxiously. Sid turns to you, and says, “Well, Jon? What do you think?”

You find yourself a little torn. Alyssa does, undeniably, look very sexy right now – she is showing you more of her legs than you have ever seen before! On the other hand, you are not happy about Sid getting the same view. You are tempted to remark that Alyssa is showing too much, but you do not want to say anything that might sound like a criticism. With a warm smile, you say, “Your legs are amazing, Alyssa. I love seeing this much of them!”

Alyssa smiles in relief, and seems to relax a little. Apparently you said the right thing.

“I bet you’d like to see even more, eh?” Sid prods you, with a playful wink.

Alyssa’s skirt is already quite far up her thighs – practically at what you would think of as microskirt-level. You hesitate, then reply,

“Of course – but not with you here, Sid.”

“Well, maybe just a little more...”

Sid laughs. “Afraid I’ll misbehave if I see too much of your girlfriend, eh?” he says. “Not much chance of that, Jon. I’m a little too old and decrepit. And I think I’m more valuable to you as a source of encouragement for Alyssa’s confidence development. Feedback from two people will go much further than feedback from one. With only your perspective, there’s a strong chance that in Alyssa’s head, the positive message will seem diluted by the fact that it’s coming from her boyfriend, who has a vested interest in saying the nice, loyal thing. A second opinion, giving similar encouragement, will reinforce it.”

He does seem to know what he is talking about. “I suppose that makes sense,” you agree reluctantly. Perhaps it is foolish to worry about him seeing too much of Alyssa’s legs. He is quite old, after all – not to mention, physically impaired due to his injuries.

“So let’s hear you tell Alyssa that you’d like to see a little more, eh?” says Sid.

“All right,” you say reluctantly. “Maybe just a little more...”

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Alyssa, blushing to the roots of her hair, pulls her skirt up higher and higher ... and your eyes grow wider as she exposes more and more of her thighs. Then she stops. “If I go any higher,” she says apologetically, “I’m afraid I might accidentally show my panties...”

“Don’t worry, we’ll let you know if that happens,” says Sid cheerfully.

“But Sid!” you say, shocked. “You can’t expect her to risk revealing her underwear, surely? Isn’t her skirt short enough now?” To your mind, it certainly is; you could not in a million years imagine Alyssa wearing a skirt this short in public. It covers her panties, yes; but not by more than a couple of inches, you would estimate. You cannot even be sure that it fully covers her bottom at the back, and you are not about to ask her to turn around so you can check.

“Well now, that’s an interesting question!” says Sid. “If the goal here was to pick an outfit for Alyssa to wear on a date with you, then yes, I would say absolutely this is short enough. Probably a little TOO short, if we’re being honest, right?”

“Right,” you agree fervently.

“But that isn’t the goal, is it?” Sid continues. “We’re trying to build Alyssa’s self-confidence here. Wearing short skirts will help with that, of course, but what prevents many women from wearing short skirts? Well, one reason obviously is that they’re unhappy with how their legs look. Not really an issue in Alyssa’s case – or at least, it’s not a very good excuse. Pardon me for saying so, Alyssa, but your legs are dynamite.”

Alyssa blushes again. “Thank you,” she says in a small voice.

“Which brings us to the second reason,” Sid continues. “An irrational fear of one’s panties being accidentally exposed.”

“That’s hardly irrational!” you object. “It’s a real risk with a very short skirt. Any number of situations might lead to Alyssa’s panties being exposed. A gust of wind ... having to climb over something ... or bend over to pick something up ... or heck, even sitting down can be tricky in a miniskirt!”

“Oh yes, of course, I’m not denying that such accidental exposure is a genuine risk,” says Sid. “I’m just saying it’s not something that should consume Alyssa with fear. So there’s a gust of wind, and someone sees her panties. So what? Does the world come to an end? Does Alyssa lose her job? Does she become a pariah in her community? Of course not! People will chuckle, and move on. How badly Alyssa feels about it depends entirely on her. My advice in such a situation would be to simply laugh it off, and forget about it. What would be the point in doing otherwise? Embarrassment is a choice. Choosing not to be embarrassed about something beyond your control is a valid option!”

“Easier said than done, though,” you remark.

“Which is why a little practice here, in a safe place, would be a great benefit!” says Sid.

“Surely you’re not suggesting Alyssa should just show us her panties!” you exclaim.

“Not at all,” says Sid. “I’m just saying that she shouldn’t worry too much about accidentally revealing them. If she pulls her skirt up too high ... what if it? It’s not a big deal.” He turns back to Alyssa. “Go on, Alyssa – you can go a bit higher than that.”

You stare wide-eyed at her hemline, your emotions conflicted. On the one hand, the view is very nice – Alyssa does indeed have lovely legs, and seeing this much of them is a genuine treat. But you have a big problem with the idea of Alyssa showing her panties to Sid, a stranger, and you are anxious to spare her that embarrassment. As Alyssa’s trembling hands very slowly pull her skirt up even higher, you decide...

to tell Alyssa to stop just before her panties come into view, if she does not stop of her own accord before then.

to trust Alyssa to stop in time to prevent accidental exposure.

Watching Alyssa’s thighs like a hawk, you find yourself becoming fascinated by their shape. The inner lines of both thighs start about two inches apart, just above her knees ... and after staying parallel for a short distance, those lines slowly begin to converge, curving slightly so that the distance closes gradually at first, then more rapidly, then slowing down as they tend toward parallel again. They finally meet about eight inches above the top of her knees, stay together for two or three inches, then separate again ... and after a short triangular gap ... oh no!!

You realise with shock that you are looking at the lower curve of Alyssa’s panties – white, it seems – forming the upper edge of her thigh gap triangle. You gasp, and Alyssa freezes.

“Okay, hold it there,” says Sid. “Very good, Alyssa! How are you feeling?”

Alyssa, her cheeks very red, anxiously replies, “Exposed!”

“We can see your panties!” you tell her urgently.

“Which isn’t a big deal, remember?” says Sid, with the air of a school teacher reminding his class of a factoid from a previous lesson. You could imagine him following up with a stern ‘We covered that in Chapter Fourteen!’

But Alyssa has already lowered her hands, and now her skirt is all but covering her entire thigh gap. “Sorry,” she mumbles, but it is not clear what she is apologising for.

“So,” says Sid, “Alyssa, you showed us a bit of your panties for a couple of seconds ... and nothing bad happened, did it? Neither I nor Jon thinks any less of you, and if Jon has any negative thoughts about it, they are chiefly concerned with worrying about your own embarrassment. Would I be right there, Jon?”

“Yes,” you concede.

“Just as a loving, caring boyfriend should,” says Sid. “But if you’re not careful, Jon, what you’ll end up doing is reinforcing and intensifying Alyssa’s embarrassment. What you should be aiming for instead is to defuse it, and allow her to relax and feel good about herself. So let’s try this again. Alyssa, I want you to lift your skirt up again. Expose your panties – for longer this time – and Jon, I want you to try to act like it’s no big deal. Because it isn’t. Do you think you can handle that?”

The last thing you want is for your sweet Alyssa to deliberately reveal her panties to this old man! But everything he has said so far has made sense to you, and perhaps this will really help Alyssa’s self-confidence. With a nervous swallow, you reply,

“No, I don’t think I can.”

“I ... I suppose so...”

Watching Alyssa’s thighs like a hawk, you find yourself becoming fascinated by their shape. The inner lines of both thighs start about two inches apart, just above her knees ... and after staying parallel for a short distance, those lines slowly begin to converge, curving slightly so that the distance closes gradually at first, then more rapidly, then slowing down as they tend toward parallel again. They finally meet about eight inches above the top of her knees, stay together for two or three inches, then separate again ... and after a short triangular gap ... oh no!!

You realise with shock that you have become distracted and waited too long; you are looking at the lower curve of Alyssa’s panties – white, it seems – forming the upper edge of her thigh gap triangle. You gasp, and Alyssa freezes.

“Okay, hold it there,” says Sid. “Very good, Alyssa! How are you feeling?”

Alyssa, her cheeks very red, anxiously replies, “Exposed!”

“We can see your panties!” you tell her urgently.

“Which isn’t a big deal, remember?” says Sid, with the air of a school teacher reminding his class of a factoid from a previous lesson. You could imagine him following up with a stern ‘We covered that in Chapter Fourteen!’

But Alyssa has already lowered her hands, and now her skirt is all but covering her entire thigh gap. “Sorry,” she mumbles, but it is not clear what she is apologising for.

“So,” says Sid, “Alyssa, you showed us a bit of your panties for a couple of seconds ... and nothing bad happened, did it? Neither I nor Jon thinks any less of you, and if Jon has any negative thoughts about it, they are chiefly concerned with worrying about your own embarrassment. Would I be right there, Jon?”

“Yes,” you concede.

“Just as a loving, caring boyfriend should,” says Sid. “But if you’re not careful, Jon, what you’ll end up doing is reinforcing and intensifying Alyssa’s embarrassment. What you should be aiming for instead is to defuse it, and allow her to relax and feel good about herself. So let’s try this again. Alyssa, I want you to lift your skirt up again. Expose your panties – for longer this time – and Jon, I want you to try to act like it’s no big deal. Because it isn’t. Do you think you can handle that?”

The last thing you want is for your sweet Alyssa to deliberately reveal her panties to this old man! But everything he has said so far has made sense to you, and perhaps this will really help Alyssa’s self-confidence. With a nervous swallow, you reply,

“No, I don’t think I can.”

“I ... I suppose so...”

Sid laughs. “That’s quite an admission, Jon!” he says. “Do you really want Alyssa to think you have so little backbone? Come on, I’m sure you have more character than that. It’s not like this is coming out of the blue; you’ve had time and enough warning to mentally prepare yourself. All you need to do is acknowledge, while your girlfriend is showing her panties, that it’s no great calamity for her to do so. Is that really too much to ask?”

This is awful; the last thing you want is to appear weak and spineless in front of Alyssa. “When you put it like that,” you say grudgingly, “I suppose I can handle it.”

Continue.

“Good man,” says Sid. “All right, Alyssa, go ahead. Let’s see those panties again.”

Alyssa gulps. Then she tightens her grip on the sides of her skirt, and bravely begins pulling it up once more. As her panties come into view, you clench your teeth, and beads of sweat appear on your forehead.

“Good, good...” says Sid with a soft voice and eager eyes. “A little more ... might as well show them properly if you’re going to show them.”

Looking utterly mortified, Alyssa continues lifting her skirt, showing more and more of the front of her panties. When she stops, you find yourself looking at a white satin isosceles trapezium, two inches high, with a base roughly two inches across and an upper edge about four inches wide. It is the sexiest thing you have ever seen ... which would under normal circumstances make you very happy. Your enjoyment is rather spoiled, however, by the fact that Sid is ogling it too.

“Beautiful!” says Sid. “Those panties look very clean and new; I can tell you were expecting some action tonight! Haha! Ah well, once again I’m sorry to have interrupted your plans. Anyway, the important thing right now is to get your boyfriend’s opinion. Jon, what do you think of Alyssa’s legs and panties? How does it make you feel, to see them like this?”

Alyssa looks at you with an expression of nervous anticipation. You find yourself torn between your duty to step up and show how loving and supportive you can be, and your desperate desire to stop Sid looking so lustfully at your girlfriend’s panties. Taking a deep breath, you say,

“Alyssa, your legs are beautiful, and I love your pretty panties. I feel honoured, seeing them.”

“Well it’s a lovely view, don’t get me wrong, but I’m not very happy about sharing it with a strange bloke! No offence, Sid.”

Alyssa looks both relieved and grateful, and Sid claps his hands. “Well put!” he says. “And I quite agree. Those panties are adorable, Alyssa – so shiny! – and your legs are flawless. How do you feel, standing there with your legs and panties on display?”

“Embarrassed,” Alyssa admits. “But you’re both being very nice about it, and that helps a lot. I couldn’t do this if I didn’t have Jon’s approval and encouragement. Even so, I’m not sure how I’m managing to be this brave!”

“Your nerves will soon calm down,” says Sid reassuringly. “Just keep your panties uncovered for a little bit – you’ll be surprised how quickly you can get used to it. Why not tell us about your favourite book or movie? It’ll take your mind off your embarrassment, and pretty soon you’ll realise you’re no longer embarrassed at all.”

Alyssa, still as red as a beetroot, looks down at the floor as she says, “Well, my favourite film is called Life of Pi. It’s about...”

“I haven’t heard of it,” says Sid. “As you can imagine, I don’t get to see many movies. I’m very interested to hear about it ... but why don’t you pull your skirt up a bit more? We can already see your panties; a bit more won’t make much difference. Go on, let’s see some more.”

Alyssa looks at you, and you...

shrug, and say, “I don’t suppose it makes much difference.”

say, “I think you’re exposed enough already!”

say, “I would love to see a bit more, if you’re willing.”

“None taken!” says Sid. “I get it, Jon, really I do. It’s a natural instinct to keep your girlfriend hidden away from other men’s eyes. But it’s also a little insulting to Alyssa, if you think about it. In the olden days, women were regarded as property, and the somewhat possessive attitude you’re showing is a holdover from those times. It’s not an easy thing to shake – I suppose we’ve just evolved that way – but we’re more civilised and enlightened these days, you know? Right now, Alyssa’s showing me her panties as part of this exercise in building her self-confidence, and that’s as valid a reason as any. Her best interests aren’t served by you bringing medieval attitudes into the mix. So set aside your jealous side, if you can, and just tell Alyssa how you feel about the way she looks right now. That’s what she needs from you. Can you do that, Jon?”

“Of course,” you say, feeling rather abashed. You certainly do not want Alyssa’s emotional well-being to be compromised by your ‘medieval attitudes’.

“Go on then – tell her,” says Sid.

You clear your throat. “Alyssa,” you say, “you look amazing. Super sexy, and beautiful. I love how your legs look, and I love seeing your pretty panties.”

Continue.

“Jon!” Sid reprimands you gently. “Is that the best you can do? Your beautiful girlfriend is showing you part of her panties, and when you’re asked if you want to see more ... you shrug?”

Feeling chastened, you wish you had been less noncommittal in your response. Now it probably looks to Alyssa like you don’t care much about the fact that she is showing her panties. But you do – you really do.

You scramble to clarify. “That didn’t come out the way I meant it,” you say. “Obviously I’m thrilled that you’re showing your panties, Alyssa, and I’d love to see more. I just didn’t want to put any pressure on you to do so, particularly when we’re ... not alone.”

“That’s better,” says Sid approvingly. “Though I do wish you’d stop worrying about me being part of the equation. I’m just trying to help Alyssa ... and by extension, the two of you as a couple. If you could try to embrace that, rather than fighting against it, this will all go a lot easier.”

You are not sure how comfortable you could ever be with seeing Alyssa expose her underwear to another man – even such a non-threatening individual as this grubby old homeless man – but you can understand what he is trying to do for Alyssa, and you do not wish to be counterproductive. “I’m sorry,” you say to Alyssa. “Please – keep pulling up your skirt. I’d love to see more.”

Continue.

“Good grief, Jon!” says Sid in exasperation, as Alyssa lowers her skirt in alarm. “Are you trying to make your girlfriend feel bad?”

“No!” you protest. “I just ... I’m trying to protect her! I’m trying to save her the continuing embarrassment of showing her panties to a strange old man!”

“You can tell yourself you’re doing it for her, if you like,” says Sid sternly, “but really, you’re doing it just for yourself. Alyssa doesn’t need your ‘protection’ – she’s her own woman – and she certainly doesn’t need protecting from me! Goodness, what are you so afraid of? That I’ll jump up and grab her and force myself on her? That I’ll take pictures of her panties and share them with all my nonexistent friends? Come on, Jon, be reasonable. It’s nothing but your possessive streak talking ... and that’s a trait you should probably work on. You don’t, and can’t, ‘own’ Alyssa. Her modesty is not yours to protect or preserve. She’s working on her self-confidence right now, and you’re supposed to be helping her. You want her to be more confident, right?”

“Of course,” you say, feeling a little ashamed of yourself for overreacting; Alyssa’s obvious distress as she pulled her skirt down over her panties is evidence enough that your response was misguided, and Sid’s rebuke has struck home. “I’m sorry Alyssa – I shouldn’t have said what I said. Can you forgive me for being foolish?”

“Yes, of course I can,” says Alyssa warmly. “Do you ... do you want me to show my panties again?”

“Yes please!” you say encouragingly.

Alyssa smiles, and pulls her skirt back up, showing as much of her panties as she did before.

“Very good,” says Sid. “And now, let’s try this again. Wouldn’t you like to see more, Jon?”

You steel yourself, then nod firmly. “Yes,” you say. “Yes please, Alyssa – I’d like to see more.”

Continue.

Alyssa bites her lip, then pulls her skirt up even higher, until her white satin panties are almost entirely exposed. “Gorgeous!” says Sid.

“Lovely,” you agree, trying to hide your discomfort at the way Sid is leering at your girlfriend’s panties.

“Now,” says Sid, “please do tell us all about this movie.”

“Well,” says Alyssa, “it’s about an Indian man ... well, he starts out as a boy, but most of the story happens while he is a grown-up. He’s in the process of moving to Canada with his family, when his ship sinks. He manages to survive on a lifeboat, along with a few animals from the zoo that his family owned. Um, so one of these animals is a huge tiger, which after a while becomes the only other occupant of the boat. I don’t want to spoil it too much... Anyway, Pi and the tiger have a difficult relationship, as you can imagine, but they develop a mutual understanding based on their shared need to survive...”

She continues talking about the film, while holding her skirt up and letting both you and Sid feast your eyes on her panties. After almost five minutes, in which she wraps up the plot and then enthuses about the beautiful cinematography, the quality of the special effects, and her thoughts on how to interpret the movie’s ambiguities.

Finally, when she seems to have run out of things to say, Sid claps his hands. “Well done!” he says proudly. “How are you feeling now? Are you getting used to having your panties on display?”

“I suppose so,” Alyssa admits. “When I was talking about the movie, it was easy not to think about them being visible to you and Jon. Now, I’m kind of feeling rather embarrassed again.”

“But not as much as before?” Sid pressed her.

“No,” Alyssa concedes. “Not quite as much, I suppose.”

Sid smiles. “We’re getting somewhere!” he says triumphantly. “You see, Jon? I know you’ve been a bit sceptical, but you have to admit that my plan is working.”

“I suppose it does seem to be,” you reply, a little reluctantly. Clearly Sid’s plan IS working; you are just a little worried about where it will lead.

“To reinforce the progress we’ve made,” Sid says, “I’d like you to take off your skirt completely. That way you won’t have to keep holding it up. You won’t be exposing any more of yourself; we’ll just be removing your option to chicken out and cover yourself back up at the first sign of trouble. Yes, I know that sounds alarming, but it’s really just symbolic. In reality, you can always put it back on if you get too uncomfortable. But I’m hoping you won’t feel the need to.”

Alyssa’s eyes are wide. “Are you ... serious?” she asks.

“Of course!” says Sid. “Why not? After five minutes, you’ll barely notice you’re underdressed. And in the future, I guarantee you’ll find it a whole lot easier to wear short skirts for Jon. It’ll become a trivial, completely non-scary thing. You won’t be constantly in a panic over whether the next gust of wind is going to reveal your panties ... because you won’t be traumatised by the prospect, or indeed the reality, of accidentally exposing them.”

Put this way, Sid’s plan does sound worthwhile. Having seen Alyssa’s legs, the idea of seeing her in miniskirts in the future has some appeal, and if she can wear them happily and without anxiety, so much the better. But this new step – removing her skirt completely – surely this is a step too far? Or is it? Your head is getting so muddled; it seems like whenever you disagree with Sid, he proves you wrong. Yet should you not try to draw a line somewhere?

“Come on, Jon,” says Sid. “Looks like Alyssa needs your encouragement again. You’re not going to let me down, are you...?”

You fidget uncomfortably for a moment, then reply,

“I think it’s probably best if the skirt stays on.”

“You seem to know best, Sid. If you think it’s a good idea, then I think Alyssa should take it off.”

Alyssa looks relieved, but Sid tuts and shakes his head. “You’re a slow learner, Jon. As far as Alyssa’s come, do you still doubt that exposing her panties is doing her some good? And they’re already fully exposed! It’s not like she’ll be showing any more if she takes her skirt off. What’s your objection based on?”

“I don’t know,” you say uncertainly. “I feel like ... it’s the principle of the thing.”

“What principle?” Sid asks.

You are not sure how to answer this. “Um,” you say, “it just seems like ... she ought to be wearing something over her panties...?”

“But they’re already uncovered,” says Sid. “So what’s the difference?”

“I ... I don’t know,” you reply wretchedly.

“You see?” says Sid to Alyssa. “Jon doesn’t actually have a good reason for you not to remove your skirt. I think you can go ahead and take it off.”

Alyssa looks to you once again, and you feel as if you have been backed into a corner. “Fine then,” you say, feeling flustered. “Go on, Alyssa – take off your skirt.”

Continue.

With a rather resigned nod, Alyssa unclasps the hook at the side of her skirt, unzips it, then pulls it down her legs. Stepping out of it, she folds it up neatly, then places it on the right arm of the sofa. “Very nice!” says Sid. “Why don’t you give us a slow twirl, so we can see the back view?”

Alyssa hesitates, then she slowly turns around, giving you and Sid a good view of her panty-clad bottom. Sid whistles in appreciation. “Now that’s what I call an arse!” he says. “Pert, and shapely. First class bottle ‘n’ glass, wouldn’t you say, Jon?”

It is your first time seeing it. “You have a very lovely bottom, Alyssa,” you tell your girlfriend, and you mean it.

“Thank you, Jon,” Alyssa replies, smiling bashfully as she turns back to face you.

“Now, what I suggest,” says Sid, “is that you remain skirtless, Alyssa, for the rest of the evening. You’ve proved you can show your panties to a strange man without having a panic attack, which is great ... but now we just reinforce that lesson with some prolonged exposure. You can do it – you know you can do it. If you can manage a minute like this, you can manage two. If you can manage two, then you can manage three. Then five. Then ten, twenty, thirty ... and so on. After an hour like this, I’m pretty sure you’ll find that all traces of embarrassment will have faded away.”

“Um,” says Alyssa, looking at you.

You are becoming a little unnerved. Alyssa obeyed Sid’s instruction to turn around and show him her bottom without any protest, and without checking with you first. Maybe she just did not think it was a particularly big deal – and maybe it wasn’t – but you do not like the feeling that she is starting to accept his instructions without question. It makes you uneasy.

But perhaps your concern is misplaced. Alyssa is her own person, after all, and she does not need your permission for every little thing she does. Maybe you are being too controlling – or attempting to be. Maybe you should just let her make her own decisions, and trust her not to do anything that will hurt your relationship.

And perhaps you should even encourage her to follow Sid’s instructions. He seems to know what he is talking about, and his results are undeniable: somehow he has managed to get Alyssa relatively comfortable with exposing her panties in front of him, a complete stranger. If this is not indicative of a newfound confidence, you are not sure what would be.

With a slightly tight-lipped smile, you say,

“You’ve proved your point, Sid. We should let Alyssa put her skirt back on now.”

“If Alyssa is happy to stay skirtless, then that’s fine with me.”

“I’d love it if you would leave your skirt off, Alyssa.”

“Proved my point?” echoes Sid. “Jon, are you even aware of what my ‘point’ is? This hasn’t just been about Alyssa being comfortable enough to take her skirt off. It’s about increasing her comfort level with this kind of exposure. To that end, prolonging the experience can only be beneficial. I feel like I’ve said all this already. Didn’t I say all this already, Alyssa?”

“You did,” Alyssa admits.

It seems you have made a fool of yourself. With a sigh, you say, “Fine! If Alyssa is okay with staying skirtless, I won’t object.”

Continue.

“Very good of you,” says Sid, amused, “though I had hoped for more enthusiasm. Are you sure you’re straight, Jon?” He chuckles.

“Of course I’m straight,” you reply indignantly, your cheeks reddening.

“Ah, I’m just teasing,” says Sid merrily. “Okay. Now that that’s settled, Alyssa, why don’t you have a seat? There’s no need for you to remain standing.”

Alyssa nods, and sits down. Immediately, she seems to feel more comfortable; her shoulders relax a little, and you get the feeling that she is feeling less exposed and vulnerable. You give her an encouraging smile.

Sid turns to face her. “Now,” he says, “I’d like you to take off your bra.”

“What??” you gasp, and Alyssa looks shocked.

Sid holds up his hands. “I know, I know,” he says, “it’s an odd request for a stranger to make. But hear me out. Bras afford a sense of security for a woman – keeping everything in place and whatnot. But they’re like cages; there’s a sense of freedom and empowerment that comes with taking them off, and spending time in public without them. If you remove your bra, Alyssa, you won’t actually be showing anything new – it won’t be like taking off your skirt. But tell me: when was the last time you went out without a bra?”

Alyssa blushes. “I haven’t done that since I was about twelve or thirteen, probably. I was a late bloomer, and I couldn’t wait to ... develop. All my friends had breasts and were wearing bras before I was, so I started wearing one before I really needed to. And for a long time, I suppose I loved wearing a bra because it made me feel grown-up. Now, of course, it’s just habit.”

“A habit that might be worth challenging, from time to time,” says Sid. “Particularly in the spirit of boosting your self-confidence. So go on, give it a try. I know you know what it feels like to be braless ... but to be braless in front of two men will be something new for you. It will seem strange at first ... but just like with showing your panties, you will soon get used to the idea.”

Alyssa shivers. “Um,” she says, “I suppose...”

She seems to be about to agree to Sid’s request, which surprises you. Is she really so invested in his confidence-boosting plan that she is willing to follow his every instruction? There is something unsettling about that. And yet ... perhaps you should not be too concerned about it. After all, his method does seem to be having positive results; he has shown himself to be an effective self-confidence coach. Success breeds confidence ... and his success has inevitably led Alyssa to have a level of confidence in him and his instructions.

His success! The phrase gets stuck in your head, and rings hollow. The man is homeless! Clearly he has not had a lot of success in his own life. How does he think he can help anyone else? The greedy look in his eyes as he stared at your girlfriend’s panties comes back into your mind, and you shudder. Could this all be a clever ploy to get Alyssa out of her clothes...?

Surely not. The things he has been saying about building Alyssa’s self-confidence have all made sense, and the results have spoken for themselves. And taking off her bra will not reveal anything new, as he pointed out. You are just being paranoid.

“Go on,” Sid encourages Alyssa. “I know you can remove your bra without taking off your top.”

Snapping back to reality, you see that Alyssa is hesitating. Deciding you should probably weigh in with your opinion, you say,

“Is this really necessary, Sid? Alyssa’s already quite exposed.”

“Go ahead, Alyssa – I don’t know if this will help your confidence or not, but I’m inclined to give Sid the benefit of the doubt at this point.”

“That’s the spirit!” says Sid, grinning. “Good for you, Jon. Nice show of enthusiastic support. Alyssa, why don’t you have a seat? There’s no need for you to remain standing.”

Alyssa nods, and sits down. Immediately, she seems to feel more comfortable; her shoulders relax a little, and you get the feeling that she is feeling less exposed and vulnerable. You give her an encouraging smile.

Sid turns to face her. “Now,” he says, “I’d like you to take off your bra.”

“What??” you gasp, and Alyssa looks shocked.

Sid holds up his hands. “I know, I know,” he says, “it’s an odd request for a stranger to make. But hear me out. Bras afford a sense of security for a woman – keeping everything in place and whatnot. But they’re like cages; there’s a sense of freedom and empowerment that comes with taking them off, and spending time in public without them. If you remove your bra, Alyssa, you won’t actually be showing anything new – it won’t be like taking off your skirt. But tell me: when was the last time you went out without a bra?”

Alyssa blushes. “I haven’t done that since I was about twelve or thirteen, probably. I was a late bloomer, and I couldn’t wait to ... develop. All my friends had breasts and were wearing bras before I was, so I started wearing one before I really needed to. And for a long time, I suppose I loved wearing a bra because it made me feel grown-up. Now, of course, it’s just habit.”

“A habit that might be worth challenging, from time to time,” says Sid. “Particularly in the spirit of boosting your self-confidence. So go on, give it a try. I know you know what it feels like to be braless ... but to be braless in front of two men will be something new for you. It will seem strange at first ... but just like with showing your panties, you will soon get used to the idea.”

Alyssa shivers. “Um,” she says, “I suppose...”

She seems to be about to agree to Sid’s request, which surprises you. Is she really so invested in his confidence-boosting plan that she is willing to follow his every instruction? There is something unsettling about that. And yet ... perhaps you should not be too concerned about it. After all, his method does seem to be having positive results; he has shown himself to be an effective self-confidence coach. Success breeds confidence ... and his success has inevitably led Alyssa to have a level of confidence in him and his instructions.

His success! The phrase gets stuck in your head, and rings hollow. The man is homeless! Clearly he has not had a lot of success in his own life. How does he think he can help anyone else? The greedy look in his eyes as he stared at your girlfriend’s panties comes back into your mind, and you shudder. Could this all be a clever ploy to get Alyssa out of her clothes...?

Surely not. The things he has been saying about building Alyssa’s self-confidence have all made sense, and the results have spoken for themselves. And taking off her bra will not reveal anything new, as he pointed out. You are just being paranoid.

“Go on,” Sid encourages Alyssa. “I know you can remove your bra without taking off your top.”

Snapping back to reality, you see that Alyssa is hesitating. Deciding you should probably weigh in with your opinion, you say,

“Is this really necessary, Sid? Alyssa’s already quite exposed.”

“Go ahead, Alyssa – I don’t know if this will help your confidence or not, but I’m inclined to give Sid the benefit of the doubt at this point.”

“Well it depends on what you mean by ‘necessary’,” says Sid. “None of this is strictly ‘necessary’; I’m just trying to help Alyssa become more self-confident. But if you mean ‘is it going to be beneficial’, then the answer is yes, absolutely. Do I need to explain why, again?”

“No, no,” you reply hastily. Then you think of a brilliant joke. “That won’t be ‘necessary’, Sid.”

Sid chuckles. “So it’s a yes on the bra removal, then?”

You and Alyssa look at each other. Her eyes are wide, questioning. You try to think of an objection that Sid will not have an answer for, but cannot. “I suppose so,” you agree reluctantly.

Continue.

You and Sid now look at Alyssa expectantly. “Um, okay...” she says, and with a rather embarrassed expression, she reaches up inside the back of her short-sleeved top with both hands. Having unclasped her bra, she tugs the right-hand shoulder strap down over her shoulder, pulls it out of her right sleeve, and down her arm to just past her elbow, at which point it is relatively easy to extract her hand. Repeating the process with the left strap, she eventually tugs her entire bra out of her top, whereupon she places it atop her skirt, and gives you a slightly sheepish grin.

“Well done!” says Sid. “How do you feel?”

“Not too bad,” says Alyssa. “That wasn’t as hard as showing my panties.”

“Excellent!” Sid smiles. “It looks like you have a nice perky pair of breasts under there. Don’t worry – I won’t ask to see them!” He laughs.

Alyssa giggles nervously.

“In all seriousness, though,” says Sid, “the braless look really suits you, Alyssa. Don’t you think so, Jon?”

You look at Alyssa’s chest. Her top is not exactly skin-tight, but her breasts are nevertheless stretching the material a little. The bumps they form are smooth, with no lines or ridges that a bra would cause; just two little bumps indicate where her nipples are. Otherwise, there does not seem to be a major difference in how she looks with and without a bra. “You do look nice, Alyssa,” you agree. “I think you could definitely go out like this; it’s not much different from how you looked before.”

“You’d see a difference if I was moving around,” says Alyssa. “I’d ... um ... I’d bounce more.”

Sid grins. “I’m sure it wouldn’t be too noticeable,” he says. “But why not give us a demonstration? Walk up and down the room a couple of times.”

Alyssa looks down at her knees uncomfortably. Clearly she is not entirely happy about this idea. By now you have realised that your role in this confidence-boosting exercise is to encourage your girlfriend with as much enthusiasm as you can muster ... but you are wary of inadvertently pushing her too far. With a sympathetic smile, you say,

“Don’t look so worried – I’m sure you’ll look amazing.”

“You don’t have to, if you’d rather not.”

Alyssa smiles. “Thank you,” she says. “I’m just not used to this sort of thing. It’s all very much outside my comfort zone!”

“Think of yourself as an international model,” Sid suggests. “And this room is your catwalk.”

Alyssa giggles. “Okay – I’ll give it a try.”

She gets up from the sofa, and Sid grins at her panty-clad buttocks as she walks sedately away from him. At the far end of the room, she turns and begins walking back. Her breasts, you notice, do bounce more obviously, now that she is braless.

“Once more?” Sid suggests.

Alyssa turns again, and repeats her walk, while you and Sid watch her like hawks. After she has returned for the second time, she sits back down on the sofa, next to Sid.

“Well I didn’t think you bounced too much,” he says. “I thought you looked very fetching! I don’t think your breasts are really big enough to give you too much of a problem. And they seem very nice and firm, which helps.”

Alyssa blushes, and says nothing.

“There wasn’t much bouncing,” you reassure her. “You looked very nice.”

“Yes, you could definitely get away with being braless in public,” says Sid. “Anyway, you might as well spend the rest of this evening like that, so at least you can get used to being unfettered around the two of us.”

“Okay,” says Alyssa, slightly nervously, before you get a chance to tell her she doesn’t have to.

“Well let’s take your mind off your exposure again, shall we?” says Sid. “Tell me, what do the two of you like to do for fun? Either together, or separately?”

Alyssa looks at you, and you decide you might as well...

answer first.

let Alyssa answer.

“Well of course she doesn’t have to,” Sid agrees. “But there’s no benefit to be had from avoiding a challenge. And as challenges go, this one shouldn’t be all that difficult or unpleasant. Just walking back and forth a couple of times. You can do that, can’t you Alyssa?”

“I suppose so,” she replies meekly.

“Trust me,” says Sid firmly. “You can do this ... and you’ll look beautiful doing it. Won’t she, Jon?”

“She will,” you agree. “She always does.”

Continue.

“Well,” you say, “We like to watch films together, and we’ve played a couple of board games – that was fun – and we sometimes play video games. We’ve also been out jogging together, but that’s really Alyssa’s thing. I’m not much into running. I prefer swimming.”

“So you’re a runner!” says Sid, smiling at Alyssa. “That certainly explains your lovely bottom and legs. It’s great that you like to keep in shape. Looks like you have a nice flat tummy too.”

Alyssa smiles wryly. “Well, I don’t work on my abs as much as I ought to. I don’t have a nice six-pack to show off.”

“Six-packs are overrated,” says Sid. “I bet your tummy is just lovely. I’m sure you’d look great in a nice crop top...”

Alyssa shudders. “Oh, I don’t think so,” she says.

“No?” Sid raises an eyebrow. “Prove me wrong, then – let’s see what you’ve got.”

Alyssa’s smile fades. “Oh,” she says. “Um ... okay...” She gets to her feet again, and pauses unhappily with her hands grasping the hem of her top.

You are tempted to jump to her rescue, but showing her belly is not nearly so radical as showing her panties. This is not a battle worth fighting.

Alyssa takes a deep breath, lets it out, then pulls up her top to show her belly. To your eyes, it is beautiful; it might lack the definition of a CrossFit enthusiast, but it is practically flat, with just a gentle convex curve between her navel and the waistband of her panties.

“Lovely!” says Sid. “You should definitely wear crop tops, Alyssa – or at least not shy away from wearing them on occasion. You’re a work of art!”

“Ohhh, you’re too kind,” says Alyssa, clearly flattered. “Thank you. I don’t have any crop tops though.”

“Pity!” says Sid. “You should buy her one, Jon! Or several!”

You chuckle, and reply,

“I’d be more than happy to.”

“I don’t think Alyssa’s really a crop top kind of girl.”

You gesture for Alyssa to go ahead, and she says, “Um, well, we like to play games together – some board games, some video games ... and we like to watch movies. When I’m on my own, I like to go running. Jon’s joined me a couple of times, but I’m not sure that he really enjoys it...”

“Yeah, I prefer swimming,” you say.

“So you’re a runner!” says Sid, smiling at Alyssa. “That certainly explains your lovely bottom and legs. It’s great that you like to keep in shape. Looks like you have a nice flat tummy too.”

Alyssa smiles wryly. “Well, I don’t work on my abs as much as I ought to. I don’t have a nice six-pack to show off.”

“Six-packs are overrated,” says Sid. “I bet your tummy is just lovely. I’m sure you’d look great in a nice crop top...”

Alyssa shudders. “Oh, I don’t think so,” she says.

“No?” Sid raises an eyebrow. “Prove me wrong, then – let’s see what you’ve got.”

Alyssa’s smile fades. “Oh,” she says. “Um ... okay...” She gets to her feet again, and pauses unhappily with her hands grasping the hem of her top.

You are tempted to jump to her rescue, but showing her belly is not nearly so radical as showing her panties. This is not a battle worth fighting.

Alyssa takes a deep breath, lets it out, then pulls up her top to show her belly. To your eyes, it is beautiful; it might lack the definition of a CrossFit enthusiast, but it is practically flat, with just a gentle convex curve between her navel and the waistband of her panties.

“Lovely!” says Sid. “You should definitely wear crop tops, Alyssa – or at least not shy away from wearing them on occasion. You’re a work of art!”

“Ohhh, you’re too kind,” says Alyssa, clearly flattered. “Thank you. I don’t have any crop tops though.”

“Pity!” says Sid. “You should buy her one, Jon! Or several!”

You chuckle, and reply,

“I’d be more than happy to.”

“I don’t think Alyssa’s really a crop top kind of girl.”

“Good lad!” says Sid. “In the meantime, perhaps we can improvise. Do you have any old t-shirts or vests that you’d be willing to sacrifice?”

“Sacrifice?” you inquire, bemused.

“Something we can crop with a pair of scissors,” Sid explains patiently.

“Oh!” you say in surprise. “Well ... probably, but ... goodness, Alyssa wouldn’t want to wear an old butchered top of mine, surely?”

“Not to go out, obviously,” says Sid. “But to demonstrate what a crop top would look like on her ... and as a way for her to get accustomed to wearing one ... sure, why not?”

This evening has definitely taken a very bizarre turn. Scratching your head, you say, “Um, well, I suppose I could go and see what I have...? If you’re open to the idea, Alyssa – I wouldn’t want to assume you are.”

Alyssa is looking rather awkward, her shoulders hunched protectively and her arms folded across her lap. “I suppose I can give it a try...” she says reluctantly.

“Good girl,” says Sid, patting her bare thigh. “On you go, then, Jon.”

You feel as if you have been dismissed. In your own house! Feeling rather disgruntled, yet not wholly averse to seeing how Alyssa looks in a crop top and panties, you get up and leave the room. As you glance back, you are rather disconcerted to see Sid’s hand still resting on Alyssa’s thigh, while he talks earnestly to her in a low voice.

You hurry upstairs to your bedroom, which you hoovered and tidied earlier today in anticipation of Alyssa’s arrival. Rummaging through the top two drawers of your chest of drawers, you soon find two garments that might fit the bill: a barely-worn grey t-shirt emblazoned with the colours and emblem of your old school, and a thin white vest that you used to wear under your shirts on cold days at the very same school.

The vest is sleeveless and rather thin, and might get a little see-through when stretched. It could perhaps pass for a woman’s tank top. The t-shirt is thicker, and certainly baggier. You do not particularly like it, and would not at all mind sacrificing it for a good cause. After weighing up the two options, you decide to go with...

the vest.

the t-shirt.

“Not yet she isn’t,” says Sid. “And if you don’t give her a chance to try it out, she may never be. But if Alyssa has shown us one thing this evening, it’s that she’s willing to expand her horizons, and keep an open mind about clothing choices she’s previously avoided. Why would you draw the line at crop tops?”

You have no good rebuttal for this, of course. “You’re right,” you concede, as graciously as you can manage. “I would love to buy Alyssa a crop top.”

Continue.

You take the vest downstairs, where – to your consternation – Sid still has a hand on your girlfriend’s thigh. Indeed, it seems like he has moved it up a little, towards her panties. The possibility that this is a perfectly innocent gesture of affection cannot be discounted, of course, but the sight still makes you uneasy. You clear your throat, and hold up the vest, spreading it out. “How about this?”

“That’ll do nicely!” says Sid. “Fetch us a pair of scissors, then, and we’ll get to work.”

The kitchen is just three steps away; you are back with a pair of scissors in seconds. “Here you go,” you say, as Sid holds out his hand for them.

“Hmm,” says Sid. “How short to cut it...” He ponders this question for a few seconds, then says, “I think it’s probably best if we have you put this on, Alyssa, and then we can figure out the correct place to cut it.”

You have a sudden vision of Alyssa changing tops in front of you and Sid, and you cringe internally. “You can change in one of the rooms upstairs,” you tell her quickly.

“Oh, is there really any need for that?” Sid inquires. “Seems rather inconvenient. You and I can just turn our backs, surely? Assuming, of course, that Alyssa minds you seeing her topless for a moment.” He grins. “That’s up to her. I’ll turn my back, obviously.”

“I will too,” you say firmly, wanting Alyssa to be as comfortable as possible. “If she is willing to change in here. But if she wants to go upstairs, that’s fine too.”

Alyssa hesitates. “I ... I think I might change upstairs, if that’s okay,” she says.

“Absolutely!” you assure her, and you smile warmly at her. Then you smirk at Sid; this round, at least, you have won.

Alyssa gets up, takes your vest from Sid, and trots out of the living room.

“What a lovely girl,” says Sid with a sigh, his gaze following her bottom. “If I were just forty years younger...”

“She’s going out with me!” you say, a little petulantly.

“Of course, of course!” says Sid in a reassuring tone. “I just meant, you know, in some parallel universe where she was available and I was still young. Naturally I wouldn’t dream of coming between the two of you, even if I were young again. I just want to help you – and I’m enjoying feeling like I’m helping Alyssa come out of her shell a bit. I think both of you will benefit from that enormously. Goodness knows I made a complete mess out of my own life; it would be nice to think I’m improving yours in some small way.”

A few moments later, Alyssa comes back down the stairs, and re-enters the living room. Your eyes widen at the sight of her breasts, very faintly visible through the thin, stretchy material of your vest. Really just their outline is discernible, along with the two small darker circles of her nipples.

“Oh, gorgeous!” says Sid, clapping his hands. “Yes, I think that’ll make a fine crop top. But Alyssa, perhaps you could kick off those shoes; they seem a little out of place with the rest of the outfit.”

“Oh, um, okay,” says Alyssa, slipping her feet out of her shoes, one after the other. She stoops and picks them up, then carries them over to the sofa, along with her peach top. Sitting down, she places her top on the growing pile of clothing on the right arm of the sofa, and sets her shoes down on the floor next to her feet.

“Hmm,” says Sid, placing his fingers on Alyssa’s side, at about the height of her lowest ribs. “About there, I think? Maybe a little higher? What do you think, Jon?”

After a moment’s internal debate, you reply,

“I think longer would be better.”

“A little higher would be okay, I think.”

“I trust you; you seem to know what’s best.”

You take the t-shirt downstairs, where – to your consternation – Sid still has a hand on your girlfriend’s thigh. Indeed, it seems like he has moved it up a little, towards her panties. The possibility that this is a perfectly innocent gesture of affection cannot be discounted, of course, but the sight still makes you uneasy. You clear your throat, and hold up the t-shirt, spreading it out. “How about this?”

“Hmm,” says Sid, regarding it thoughtfully. “We can probably make that work, though it’s a little sturdier than I had in mind. That was the only option?”

“Well,” you say reluctantly, “there was also a vest, but I thought it might be too ... flimsy...”

“Bring it down, and let’s see,” says Sid.

With a sigh, you head upstairs again, put the t-shirt back in its drawer, and take the vest with you back down to the living room.

“That’ll do nicely!” says Sid, nodding with approval. “Fetch us a pair of scissors, then, and we’ll get to work.”

The kitchen is just three steps away; you are back with a pair of scissors in seconds. “Here you go,” you say, as Sid holds out his hand for them.

“Hmm,” says Sid. “How short to cut it...” He ponders this question for a few seconds, then says, “I think it’s probably best if we have you put this on, Alyssa, and then we can figure out the correct place to cut it.”

You have a sudden vision of Alyssa changing tops in front of you and Sid, and you cringe internally. “You can change in one of the rooms upstairs,” you tell her quickly.

“Oh, is there really any need for that?” Sid inquires. “Seems rather inconvenient. You and I can just turn our backs, surely? Assuming, of course, that Alyssa minds you seeing her topless for a moment.” He grins. “That’s up to her. I’ll turn my back, obviously.”

“I will too,” you say firmly, wanting Alyssa to be as comfortable as possible. “If she is willing to change in here. But if she wants to go upstairs, that’s fine too.”

Alyssa hesitates. “I ... I think I might change upstairs, if that’s okay,” she says.

“Absolutely!” you assure her, and you smile warmly at her. Then you smirk at Sid; this round, at least, you have won.

Alyssa gets up, takes your vest from Sid, and trots out of the living room.

“What a lovely girl,” says Sid with a sigh, his gaze following her bottom. “If I were just forty years younger...”

“She’s going out with me!” you say, a little petulantly.

“Of course, of course!” says Sid in a reassuring tone. “I just meant, you know, in some parallel universe where she was available and I was still young. Naturally I wouldn’t dream of coming between the two of you, even if I were young again. I just want to help you – and I’m enjoying feeling like I’m helping Alyssa come out of her shell a bit. I think both of you will benefit from that enormously. Goodness knows I made a complete mess out of my own life; it would be nice to think I’m improving yours in some small way.”

A few moments later, Alyssa comes back down the stairs, and re-enters the living room. Your eyes widen at the sight of her breasts, very faintly visible through the thin, stretchy material of your vest. Really just their outline is discernible, along with the two small darker circles of her nipples.

“Oh, gorgeous!” says Sid, clapping his hands. “Yes, I think that’ll make a fine crop top. But Alyssa, perhaps you could kick off those shoes; they seem a little out of place with the rest of the outfit.”

“Oh, um, okay,” says Alyssa, slipping her feet out of her shoes, one after the other. She stoops and picks them up, then carries them over to the sofa, along with her peach top. Sitting down, she places her top on the growing pile of clothing on the right arm of the sofa, and sets her shoes down on the floor next to her feet.

“Hmm,” says Sid, placing his fingers on Alyssa’s side, at about the height of her lowest ribs. “About there, I think? Maybe a little higher? What do you think, Jon?”

After a moment’s internal debate, you reply,

“I think longer would be better.”

“A little higher would be okay, I think.”

“I trust you; you seem to know what’s best.”

“Maybe,” Sid concedes. “If Alyssa’s comfort level is paramount. But this whole exercise has been about nudging her out of her comfort zone. If she can spend some time in a shorter crop top, she’ll be better prepared for crop tops of any length in the future. A longer one would be more limiting. Yes, I think I’ll go shorter.”

You can’t help wondering why he even asked for your opinion. “Whatever you think is best,” you say resignedly.

Continue.

“Maybe,” Sid concedes, “although we don’t want to put Alyssa off crop tops forever! On the other hand, if she can bring herself to spend some time in a shorter one, she’ll be better prepared for crop tops of any length in the future. A longer one would be more limiting. Yes, I think you’re right; shorter is better.”

“Okay,” you say, though you are not sure that your opinion really counted for much.

Continue.

Sid turns to Alyssa. “I was thinking of trimming it while you’re wearing it, but now I’m thinking that’s a recipe for a rather uneven cut. It’s probably best if you take it off first.”

“Oh,” says Alyssa, looking a little disconcerted. “Um, okay, I’ll just go upstairs and change back...”

“Is that really necessary?” Sid inquires. “I know you want to preserve your modesty, and that’s fine, but it really would be quicker and more convenient for you to change right here. Jon and I can turn our backs; we promise not to peek! You wouldn’t peek, would you Jon?”

“No, of course not,” you say.

“There you go!” says Sid. “You’ve got nothing to worry about, Alyssa. I’ll just turn my back, like this...” He turns and faces away from your girlfriend. “Jon, you do the same...”

Your armchair is angled toward the sofa, so it is not really possible for you to turn around completely, but you turn your head as well, so that you are looking directly away from Alyssa.

“Um, all right,” says Alyssa, sounding a little nervous. There is a brief swishing sound, of clothing dragging against skin and hair. A moment later, Alyssa says “Okay I’m ready.”

“There, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” says Sid, turning around at the same time as you do. “Now, let’s make our first incision...”

You and Alyssa watch in trepidation as Sid nonchalantly attacks your vest with the scissors. You do not care much about the garment – you have not worn a vest in years – but you are concerned on Alyssa’s behalf. She is becoming more and more exposed with every new suggestion that Sid talks her into. You fear that this might be the tipping point, the last straw that causes her to break down into a sobbing heap of embarrassment. Yet perhaps you are insulting her by thinking this way. She seems to have coped with everything pretty well so far, after all.

“There!” says Sid, handing about half of your vest to Alyssa. The other half, he places on the back of the sofa. “Try that on. We’ll turn around again, won’t we Jon?”

“Of course,” you say, turning away from Alyssa again. Torn between curious anticipation and stomach-clenching unease, you wait for your girlfriend to change tops.

“Oh dear!” you hear her say.

You hesitate, not sure if she is ready for you to turn around yet. But then you hear Sid say, “That looks great!”

You turn around to see Alyssa looking very embarrassed, and pulling down on the front hem of what is left of your vest. “It’s very short!” she says.

“It’s a crop top,” says Sid, unperturbed. “It’ll take a bit of getting used to. Just take a deep breath, and let go.”

“But ... it’s...” begins Alyssa wretchedly.

“Have I steered you wrong so far?” asks Sid. “Trust me, Alyssa – Jon will love it, and so will I. You’ll feel very exposed – of course you will – but the embarrassment will gradually lessen as you slowly get used to showing your tummy.”

“It’s not my tummy I’m most worried about...” says Alyssa fretfully.

“I didn’t cut it THAT short,” says Sid, amused. “Come on – you can do this.” He holds out his hands toward her, palms up.

Alyssa bites her lip. Then, slowly, she relaxes her grip on your vest. When the garment finally pops free of her fingers, it jumps upward, and your heart leaps into your throat as, for a horrible moment, you are convinced it is about to expose her breasts. It stops short of doing so, fortunately, but you can see why Alyssa was so anxious – her breasts must be only barely concealed, and their prominence is keeping the slightly ragged lower edge of your trimmed vest about two inches away from her torso.

“There, you see?” says Sid, taking her hands in his. “Now, why don’t you do your catwalk thing again – let us both have a good look at your crop top and your bare tummy. And don’t look so worried! You look gorgeous!”

Alyssa blushes, and nods, looking down at her knees. Then, as you watch, spellbound, she gets up and begins walking towards the curtained windows at the far end of the room. You stare at her panties, then up at her half-bared back ... and then as she turns around and begins the walk back, you have to suppress an anxious gasp at the sight of her gently bouncing breasts, the lowest curves of which are just peeping out from beneath her makeshift crop top. You realise now that when she was sitting down, she must have been leaning forward slightly, and perhaps hunching her shoulders a little, so that the top appeared to be long enough to completely hide her breasts. Now that she is walking, with an upright posture and with her shoulders back, the garment’s inadequate length has become apparent.

As she approaches you, looking slightly anxious, you...

say, “You look great, Alyssa, but I’m afraid that top is a little too short...”

say, “Wow, Alyssa, you look amazing! So beautiful and sexy!”

Alyssa’s face falls. “Oh dear!” she says, grabbing the front of the top and tugging it downward. “I was afraid of that! Was I ... were my breasts...” She looks mortified.

“Just a tiny bit,” says Sid, “but only because we’re sitting down and you’re standing up. When you were sitting down, your breasts were covered. At any rate, you look sensational – an absolute vision of loveliness. And if Jon could get over his prudish anxiety over a tiny glimpse of underboob, he would say the same, I’m sure.” And he looks at you expectantly.

“Oh, you absolutely did,” you agree hastily, suddenly feeling like you have somehow become the bad guy in the room. “You’re beautiful, Alyssa, and your walk was ... breathtaking. You seriously could be a model.”

“Oh hush!” says Alyssa, sitting down and giggling shyly. “I could not. I’m not nearly pretty enough.”

“No, I have to agree with Jon,” says Sid. “You’re a knockout, especially in this outfit. Even with the underboob – that little teasing glimpse may have been unintentional, but it was just stunning, and mesmerising. I can’t speak for the quality of your breasts in general, but the little I saw ... looked like perfection.”

“She does have perfect breasts,” you confirm, proud not only of the quality of your girlfriend’s breasts, but of the fact that you have seen them.

“Oh stop, Jon, you’re embarrassing me!” says Alyssa, but she is smiling.

Sid chuckles. “Well, try keeping that top on for the rest of the evening, and see if you can get more comfortable with showing off your lovely tummy.”

“Um ... okay,” says Alyssa dubiously. “I’ll try.”

“You know,” says Sid, “it might seem like an odd thing to say, but I’m glad I got hit by that car. This evening has turned out to be a real treat. The two of you have been so kind, and you make such a lovely couple. And I never would have imagined getting to spend time with such a beautiful young lady as yourself, Alyssa. I am deeply in your debt.”

“Not at all,” you say generously. “We’re happy to be able to help you out – aren’t we, Alyssa?”

“Yes!” she replies. “And you’ve already repaid us by helping me get more comfortable in skimpy clothes. I never would have thought I’d be wearing an outfit like this!”

Sid grins. “Seeing you in that outfit is reward enough for that,” he says. “I’d like to do more if I can. I have no money, though...”

“Don’t be silly,” you chide him. “We wouldn’t take your money anyway.”

“But perhaps there is something I can do,” says Sid, brightening suddenly. “In my younger days, before I ... well, although it doesn’t look like it, I was once a fairly ordinary respectable bloke, and I had a job, which was as a physical therapist. I never had much in the way of formal training, but my patients seemed to think I did a good job. And one of the things I was best at, was giving massages. I could turn a stiff back into a sack of jelly – that’s what they used to say about me. Anyway it’s the one thing I could ever do well, so for what it’s worth, I’m offering to give you a massage. Both of you. Please – you’ve been so kind – let it be my gift to you.”

The thought of being given a massage by this shabby old man is not exactly appealing, and you say, as politely as possible,

“That’s very kind of you, Sid, but my back is just fine; I’m not in need of a massage right now.”

“Sid, you’ve just been in an accident and you’re pretty beaten up; I’m not sure you’re in any condition to be massaging people.”

Alyssa beams. “Thank you!” she says, clasping her hands together in front of her and almost skipping back to the sofa. “I’m glad you think so!”

Sid chuckles. “He’s not wrong,” he says. “And he’s very polite for not mentioning the fact that I seem to have cut your top shorter than I meant to.”

“Oh dear!” says Alyssa, grabbing the front of the top and tugging it downward. “I was afraid of that! Was I ... were my breasts...” She looks mortified.

“Just a tiny bit,” says Sid, “but only because we’re sitting down and you were standing up. When you were sitting down, your breasts were covered. At any rate, you looked, and still look, sensational – an absolute vision of loveliness. And clearly Jon thought so too.”

“You absolutely did,” you agree. “You’re beautiful, Alyssa, and your walk was ... breathtaking. You seriously could be a model.”

“Oh hush!” says Alyssa, giggling shyly. “I could not. I’m not nearly pretty enough.”

“No, I have to agree with Jon,” says Sid. “You’re a knockout, especially in this outfit. Even with the underboob – that little teasing glimpse may have been unintentional, but it was just stunning, and mesmerising. I can’t speak for the quality of your breasts in general, but the little I saw ... looked like perfection.”

“She does have perfect breasts,” you confirm, proud not only of the quality of your girlfriend’s breasts, but of the fact that you have seen them.

“Oh stop, Jon, you’re embarrassing me!” says Alyssa, but she is smiling.

Sid chuckles. “Well, try keeping that top on for the rest of the evening, and see if you can get more comfortable with showing off your lovely tummy.”

“Um ... okay,” says Alyssa dubiously. “I’ll try.”

“You know,” says Sid, “it might seem like an odd thing to say, but I’m glad I got hit by that car. This evening has turned out to be a real treat. The two of you have been so kind, and you make such a lovely couple. And I never would have imagined getting to spend time with such a beautiful young lady as yourself, Alyssa. I am deeply in your debt.”

“Not at all,” you say generously. “We’re happy to be able to help you out – aren’t we, Alyssa?”

“Yes!” she replies. “And you’ve already repaid us by helping me get more comfortable in skimpy clothes. I never would have thought I’d be wearing an outfit like this!”

Sid grins. “Seeing you in that outfit is reward enough for that,” he says. “I’d like to do more if I can. I have no money, though...”

“Don’t be silly,” you chide him. “We wouldn’t take your money anyway.”

“But perhaps there is something I can do,” says Sid, brightening suddenly. “In my younger days, before I ... well, although it doesn’t look like it, I was once a fairly ordinary respectable bloke, and I had a job, which was as a physical therapist. I never had much in the way of formal training, but my patients seemed to think I did a good job. And one of the things I was best at, was giving massages. I could turn a stiff back into a sack of jelly – that’s what they used to say about me. Anyway it’s the one thing I could ever do well, so for what it’s worth, I’m offering to give you a massage. Both of you. Please – you’ve been so kind – let it be my gift to you.”

The thought of being given a massage by this shabby old man is not exactly appealing, and you say, as politely as possible,

“That’s very kind of you, Sid, but my back is just fine; I’m not in need of a massage right now.”

“Sid, you’ve just been in an accident and you’re pretty beaten up; I’m not sure you’re in any condition to be massaging people.”

“That’s a pity,” says Sid, looking crestfallen. He turns hopefully to Alyssa. “How about you, Alyssa? Any back pain or twinges anywhere that I could try to fix?”

“Well,” says Alyssa hesitantly, “I suppose I do get a little bit of backache every once in a while...”

You know, from previous conversations with Alyssa, that this is an understatement. Several years ago, when she was just sixteen, if memory serves you correctly, she fell off a horse and landed badly, and she has been suffering intermittently from minor back pain ever since.

“I’m sorry to hear that,” says Sid. “But I’m willing to bet I can help! Would you be willing to let me try?”

Alyssa looks at you a little nervously. “Can Jon be present for it?”

“Of course!” says Sid. “Perhaps I can even teach him a thing or two about how to make your back feel good.”

The whole idea makes you feel a little uneasy, but if Sid can really help Alyssa’s back, you would not dream of standing in the way of that. “All right then,” you say. “Where would you like to do this?”

“Well unless you have a massage table,” says Sid, “I’d say a bed is probably going to work best.”

“Okay, you can use the bed in the spare bedroom upstairs,” you say.

“Great!” says Sid, getting to his feet. Then he grimaces, staggers a little, and groans in pain. “Ugh, sorry, I think I need to sit down again.” He does so.

“Oh dear, are you all right?” asks Alyssa in concern. “We should really be getting you to a hospital...”

“No, no, I’m okay,” says Sid. “I just need a moment. And if you wouldn’t mind helping me up...”

“Certainly,” you say, reaching out and taking his arm. “Just let me know when you’re ready.”

“Okay, let’s try this again,” says Sid. This time, with your help, he gets to his feet, and you continue to support him as he shuffles over to the doorway.

Climbing the stairs is even more of a challenge, but after some puffing and blowing, and plenty of groaning, the three of you eventually make it. “The spare room is that door,” you say, pointing.

“Do you mind if I use your bathroom first?” Sid asks.

“Not at all,” you say. “Right in front of you. Do you need help in there?” You sincerely hope he does not.

“No, I’ll be fine,” says Sid. “Thank you.”

As Sid closes the bathroom door behind him, you enter the spare bedroom with Alyssa. “So much for our plans this evening,” you remark ruefully.

Alyssa nods, and smiles. “We’ll have plenty of other opportunities,” she says. “This has been an unusual evening. I know it’s not what you hoped for, but...” She spreads her arms and looks down at her bare belly and panties. “Hopefully it hasn’t been entirely without its compensations?”

You grin. “You do look amazing,” you tell her. “And I don’t mind admitting that looking at you is making me quite excited! I just wish I could, you know, do something about it.”

“Patience,” she says. “We’ll do everything you hope for, in time. For now, you’ll just have to enjoy the view.” She grins playfully, then she pulls up her crop top, exposing her lovely breasts.

“Ohhh,” you murmur, staring at them as you take a step towards her. “I love you...”

Alyssa blushes. “I love you too, Jon,” she says.

You take her in your arms, and kiss her ... but at that moment you hear the flush of the toilet, and Alyssa leans away from you. “Not now,” she whispers.

You release her, and take a step back, just as Sid shuffles into view, his shabby coat draped over one arm. Entering the room, he holds up a clear plastic bottle. “Look what I found!”

“Oh, the baby oil,” you say. “My mum bought it for me when I had dermatitis a couple of years ago. I don’t think it’s ever been opened.”

“Well it’ll make a good massage oil!” says Sid. “I was thinking we’d have to do it dry. But this will be so much better. Go ahead and lie down on your front, Alyssa.”

A sense of unease has been building inside you, and as Alyssa lies down on the bedspread, her panty-clad bottom in full view, the thought of Sid putting his elderly oily hands on her makes you rather queasy. You clear your throat, and say,

“Sid, you’re not going to misbehave, are you? I’m a little concerned about this massage happening while Alyssa’s in such an underdressed state.”

“Alyssa, are you sure you want to be massaged while wearing, you know, so little...?”

“Oh, it won’t hurt me to do a couple of massages,” says Sid dismissively. “It’s not exactly a vigorous or strenuous activity. And seriously, I’d be honoured to do it. With all you’ve done for me, it’ll make me feel good to give something back.”

Clearly he is not going to be dissuaded so easily. “Well,” you continue uncomfortably, “it’s a kind offer, but my back is just fine; I’m not in need of a massage right now.”

Continue.

“Jon,” says Sid in a reproachful tone, “I’m a little offended that you would suggest such a thing. In my youth, performing full-body massages, I regularly massaged completely naked people, both male and female. Some chose to wear underwear, of course, but Alyssa’s state of dress is not an unusual sight for a masseur. I’d have lost my job pretty quickly if I’d taken advantage of any of the women I massaged!”

“I suppose so,” you say, feeling a little foolish. “I’m sure you’ll be professional. Forgive me for being rather protective of my girlfriend.”

“You’re forgiven!” says Sid. “May I proceed, then?”

“Of course,” you reply.

Sid puts down his coat, on a chair by the bed, and then he pours some baby oil into the palm of one hand. Having warmed it up by rubbing it between both hands, he then reaches down and places his hands on Alyssa’s back, either side of her spine. This requires him to twist his body, and in order to keep his balance, he lifts his left knee up so he can rest it on the bed next to Alyssa.

“Uhhhh...” gasps Alyssa, as Sid begins to apply pressure and slowly slide his hands outward.

You watch with interest as Sid works on Alyssa’s lower back. His touch seems assured and effective, dispelling any doubts you may have had that he knows what he is doing.

“This feels really good...” Alyssa murmurs.

“And we’re just getting started!” says Sid, amused, as he pours more baby oil into his hand. “You just wait until I do your shoulders.”

But as he works his way up her back, sliding his fingertips beneath the material of her crop top, he starts muttering to himself, too quietly for you to make out the words. Then he pauses. “You know,” he says, “this top is going to be a problem. I can massage through it, of course, but it’s going to get rather oily if I do, and the oil won’t make it through to the skin, where it’s supposed to be. Honestly ... I know the idea might make you uncomfortable, Alyssa, but I really think you should take the top off. I’ll turn my back, of course, and as long as you remain on your front, I won’t see anything I shouldn’t.”

Alyssa’s body, you notice, has gone rigid at the suggestion, and you yourself are surprised and shocked by it. And yet, is it so unreasonable? Sid’s logic is sound. But the thought of Alyssa being naked except for her panties, while this old man is rubbing oil all over her bare back, makes you cringe internally. This is a level of intimacy that you yourself have not even experienced with Alyssa. Yes, you have seen her breasts, and even caressed them through her clothing ... but massaging her bare torso while she moans with pleasure seems like a step beyond.

Feeling rather anxious, you say,

“Sid, I have to say, I’m not comfortable with Alyssa taking her top off.”

“What do you think, Alyssa...?”

“I don’t know,” says Alyssa uncertainly. “I mean, if there’s oil involved...”

“Exactly,” says Sid. “An oil massage requires bare skin. Any massage, to be honest, is best with bare skin, but when I’m using oil, well, there’s not much point in me rubbing oil into someone’s clothes, is there?”

This argument is hard to fault. “All right,” you grudgingly concede. “But please behave yourself, Sid.”

Continue.

“Perfectly understandable,” says Sid. “Perhaps Alyssa isn’t the only one who needs to spend a little time outside their comfort zone, though. Being protective is one thing, Jon, but take care that it doesn’t become possessiveness. Alyssa is surely capable of making her own mind up about this, isn’t she?”

“Well, yes,” you agree, realising that you just came very close to trying to make a decision on your girlfriend’s behalf. “Alyssa, what do you think about this?”

Continue.

“I’m not very comfortable with the idea of being topless for this,” says Alyssa nervously. “But I suppose it makes sense – if Sid is going to massage my back, my back should really be bare...”

“That settles it, then,” says Sid. “Turn around, Jon.”

You and Sid turn your backs on Alyssa, and wait patiently. A moment later, she says, “Okay, I’m ready.”

You turn around again. Your girlfriend is now wearing only her white satin panties. Her bare back looks as lovely as you imagined it would; her golden hair is draped over her shoulder blades. Sid resumes his former position, with one knee on the bed, and he deftly sweeps Alyssa’s hair away from her back, so that he can massage her properly without getting caught up in her blonde-highlighted locks.

The massage continues. Sid ably works the muscles in Alyssa’s upper back, then he grasps and kneads her shoulders, making her moan with pleasure.

“It really feels that good?” you ask her in uneasy surprise.

“It’s heavenly!” Alyssa gasps. “My back hasn’t felt this good in years!”

Sid continues up to her neck, prompting more happy sounds, then he begins to work his way down her right arm. At this point, however, he stops. “Oops,” he says. “Force of habit.”

“What’s wrong?” you ask.

“Nothing’s wrong,” he says. “I just automatically started doing Alyssa’s arms too ... but I was getting ahead of myself. We didn’t talk about ... and you didn’t agree to ... a full-body massage. I’d be delighted to continue, if you wish, Alyssa, but I’m not going to assume that’s what you want.”

It is encouraging, you suppose, that he is being careful not to overstep any boundaries. You would not have even thought to object if Sid had gone ahead and massaged Alyssa’s arms without permission; you would have simply assumed it was part of the massage. However, the term ‘full-body massage’ makes you a little nervous, and you...

wait to see how Alyssa responds.

ask, “What does a full-body massage entail?”

“Um,” says Alyssa, “well it feels really good so far...”

“Shall I proceed then?” asks Sid. “Trust me, as good as you’re feeling now, you’ll feel ten times as good after the whole thing.”

“What’s involved in the full-body massage...?” Alyssa asks.

Continue.

“Just like it sounds,” says Sid. “I’ll do your arms, hands, feet, legs, bottom...”

“Bottom?” you ask, frowning.

“Of course!” says Sid. “Do you know how much musculature is in your bottom? And how connected it is to the muscles in your back, and in your legs? A back massage, frankly, really ought to include a massage of the buttocks, since a lot of the back muscles end there. I haven’t done Alyssa’s bottom so far because, obviously, it’s a sensitive area and I didn’t want to assume that was okay. But I’ve massaged countless bottoms in my time, and I highly recommend it. I recommend doing the arms and legs too. And the feet – people never look after their feet as much as they should, and getting them massaged feels amazing.”

“I don’t know,” you say uncomfortably. “I’m not sure how happy I’ll be to see you massaging Alyssa’s bottom, but...

you’re certainly making a good case for it.”

it’s really up to Alyssa.”

“There’s a good case to be made,” says Sid. “Also, she’s practically naked anyway. Might as well take advan... I mean, why waste the opportunity? And who knows: when she tells you afterwards how good it was, maybe you’ll come around and decide you want the same thing!”

You shudder. “I don’t think that’s likely,” you say, “but I don’t want to deprive Alyssa, if it’s what she wants. What do you think, Alyssa?”

Continue.

Alyssa hesitates. Then she says, “The bottom part worries me a little, but I’ve really enjoyed the massage so far and I’d like to get my arms and legs done, at least.”

“So I can proceed?” asks Sid.

Another hesitation. “Yes please,” says Alyssa. “As long as you’re okay with it, Jon.”

Sid looks at you expectantly.

You purse your lips, then say,

“Not really.”

“I suppose I am. Go ahead Sid.”

“In that case,” says Alyssa, sounding rather disappointed, “I’ll have to decline. Sorry.”

Sid stares at you. “What’s the objection, Jon? Jealousy? Possessiveness? I hope you have a good reason for depriving Alyssa of an experience like this.”

Now you feel like a jerk. Jealousy and possessiveness are, of course, the exact reasons why you don’t want Sid to massage Alyssa. But you cannot admit to that without sounding like a really lousy boyfriend.

You feel backed into a corner. The only way for you to come out of this well is to backtrack, and backtrack hard. “You know,” you say with a false laugh, “I suppose it does come down to a bit of jealousy. The thought of you putting your hands on Alyssa’s bottom is a bit of a challenge for me to accept. But you obviously know what you’re doing, and I’m sure you will be professional about it. So by all means, please proceed, with my blessing.”

Continue.

“All right then!” says Sid. He pours some more oil into his palm, and then picks up where he left off, working his way down Alyssa’s right arm. Alyssa utters contented little “Mmmm” sounds, and you find yourself feeling rather envious of Sid’s ability to elicit such a reaction just by kneading her arm muscles.

He does her hand next, even methodically massaging her fingers, one at a time. Then he hobbles around to the other side of the bed, where he begins working on her left arm. After he is done with her hand, Alyssa lets out a happy sigh.

Sid now moves down to her feet. “Pay attention, Jon,” he says. “You’ll be wanting to do this for Alyssa yourself, if you want to keep her happy.”

You watch intently as he lifts up her right foot with both hands, and begins squeezing and pressing and rubbing it with rhythmic movements. It does not look too difficult, but you are unsure of how important is the precise placement of the hands during the massage. You think you can probably replicate it, and perhaps Alyssa can guide you if she feels you are doing anything wrong.

“So good...” murmurs Alyssa dreamily.

Now Sid is moving up to her ankle ... and then her calf. He almost looks like he is trying to wring out a long sponge. It seems to be having a good effect on Alyssa, though, judging by her reaction. Still trying to learn, you pay close attention to the position of Sid’s hands, how he is moving them, and how much pressure he seems to be applying.

Alyssa’s left foot is dealt with next, followed by her left ankle and left calf. This time, though, Sid continues up past her knee, and begins working his way up her thigh. Alyssa’s contented moans continue, but you are becoming increasingly anxious as the old man’s hands get closer and closer to your girlfriend’s panties. His right hand in particular, which is working on her inner thigh, seems to be getting dangerously close to her crotch. In a panic, you say...

“I think that’s high enough, Sid!”

“Watch it, Sid!”

Sid pauses. “A full-body massage includes the bottom, Jon. If I have to stop short before I’ve massaged the entire length of this muscle group, Alyssa won’t be getting the full benefit. And it’s not just her leg muscles that will be incompletely massaged; her lower back muscles also need to be finished off with a good massage of her buttocks. I mean, I can stop here if you both want me to ... but I don’t recommend it.”

You grind your teeth. “What do you think, Alyssa...?”

Alyssa says nothing for a moment. Then she says, “Um, well, as embarrassing as it might be, I think I’d like to finish the massage... But only if you’re okay with it.”

She sounds nonchalant enough, but you can tell she really wants the rest of the massage, even if it involves getting her bottom massaged too. This makes you uneasy, but you suppose it is really Alyssa’s decision, and you ought to support her.

“All right,” you say reluctantly. “I suppose you might as well finish what you’ve started, Sid.”

“That’s a good lad,” says Sid, and as he resumes massaging Alyssa’s left thigh, both of his thumbs press into the soft flesh of her buttock, while the remaining fingers of his left hand curl around the outside of her hip, and the fingers of his right hand slide up her inner thigh until they nudge against her panties.

Alyssa flinches and gasps, but Sid seems unperturbed, and continues to knead her upper thigh. “You okay there?” he inquires.

“Um, yes,” says Alyssa, slightly breathlessly. “You, um, touched my ... my panties...”

“Yes,” Sid acknowledges. “Well, that’s normal enough. It’s rather unavoidable when I’m massaging all the way to the top of your thighs.”

Your stomach is in knots. Sid is obviously just massaging Alyssa’s thigh at this point, rather than her buttock, but you are very unhappy with the lack of care he is taking to avoid the crotch of her panties. Again and again his index finger bumps against the flimsy white fabric, and if this bothers Alyssa at all, she is not showing it. On the contrary, she is still uttering quiet murmurs of apparent pleasure.

Then ... the last straw. To your utter indignation, Sid suddenly pulls back the left side of Alyssa’s panties, almost completely uncovering her buttock, so that the seam on that side slips between her buttocks, giving her a sort of half-wedgie. Your jaw drops, and you exclaim,

“Right, that’s it! This massage is OVER!”

“Sid, what the heck are you doing??”

Sid freezes. “What?” he asks.

“You’re getting a bit too close to you-know-what,” you warn him, “and I’m not happy about that.”

Sid raises an eyebrow. “Jon,” he says, “a full-body massage includes the bottom. If I have to stop short before I’ve massaged the entire length of this muscle group, Alyssa won’t be getting the full benefit. And it’s not just her leg muscles that will be incompletely massaged; her lower back muscles also need to be finished off with a good massage of her buttocks. I mean, I can stop here if you both want me to ... but I don’t recommend it.”

You grind your teeth. Unfortunately, his argument does make sense. But you are still not happy. “What do you think, Alyssa?” you ask.

Alyssa says nothing for a moment. Then she says, “Um, well, as embarrassing as it might be, I think I’d like to finish the massage... But only if you’re okay with it.”

She sounds nonchalant enough, but you can tell she really wants the rest of the massage, even if it involves getting her bottom massaged too. This makes you uneasy, but you suppose it is really Alyssa’s decision, and you ought to support her.

“All right,” you say reluctantly. “I suppose you might as well finish what you’ve started, Sid.”

“That’s a good lad,” says Sid, and as he resumes massaging Alyssa’s left thigh, both of his thumbs press into the soft flesh of her buttock, while the remaining fingers of his left hand curl around the outside of her hip, and the fingers of his right hand slide up her inner thigh until they nudge against her panties.

Alyssa flinches and gasps, but Sid seems unperturbed, and continues to knead her upper thigh. “You okay there?” he inquires.

“Um, yes,” says Alyssa, slightly breathlessly. “You, um, touched my ... my panties...”

“Yes,” Sid acknowledges. “Well, that’s normal enough. It’s rather unavoidable when I’m massaging all the way to the top of your thighs.”

Your stomach is in knots. Sid is obviously just massaging Alyssa’s thigh at this point, rather than her buttock, but you are very unhappy with the lack of care he is taking to avoid the crotch of her panties. Again and again his index finger bumps against the flimsy white fabric, and if this bothers Alyssa at all, she is not showing it. On the contrary, she is still uttering quiet murmurs of apparent pleasure.

Then ... the last straw. To your utter indignation, Sid suddenly pulls back the left side of Alyssa’s panties, almost completely uncovering her buttock, so that the seam on that side slips between her buttocks, giving her a sort of half-wedgie. Your jaw drops, and you exclaim,

“Right, that’s it! This massage is OVER!”

“Sid, what the heck are you doing??”

Sid stops, shaking his head. “What’s wrong now, Jon?” he asks, in an air of long-suffering patience.

“You just pulled back Alyssa’s panties and exposed her bottom!” you growl.

“Yes...?” says Sid, apparently not seeing a problem with this. “I thought we’d established that I was going to massage her bottom. I’m not going to rub oil into her panties, am I? Either I do it this way, or I take the panties off completely. Which would you prefer?”

You open and close your mouth a few times, lost for words. How can the old man make something so outrageous sound so reasonable? “But...” you gasp. “But...”

Sid smiles tolerantly. “Jon, you seem to have a few hang-ups there,” he says. “I know that you know, intellectually, that I’m simply conducting a standard full-body massage ... but you’ve got this ... this streak of possessiveness and prudishness that’s sort of rebelling against the reality of what such a massage involves. Good grief, man, what are you going to be like when Alyssa goes to a gynaecologist?”

You shudder. “I won’t be present for that!”

Sid smirks. “Out of sight, out of mind, eh? But you know what the doctor will be doing. His job. And I’m trying to do mine. If you’d prefer to wait outside, that’s fine, but I really think you could learn a lot from this. You just need to try to suppress those instincts to leap to Alyssa’s rescue every time I do something that, in other contexts, would be considered inappropriate touching. This is a massage. A different set of rules apply, you know?”

You feel rather deflated, and a little embarrassed. “Alyssa,” you say hesitantly, “do you think I’m ... overreacting?”

“Maybe just a little,” she replies diplomatically. “But I really appreciate you looking out for me.”

You sigh, and your shoulders droop. “Go on then, Sid. Sorry – I suppose you’re right. I’m just not used to this kind of situation.”

“All right then,” says Sid pleasantly. “Let’s see if we can try to avoid further interruptions.”

Determined to keep quiet, and suppress your jealous instincts, you watch as Sid pours more oil into his cupped palm, rubs his hands together, then places both hands on Alyssa’s bared left buttock. He squeezes and caresses and kneads it in a similar manner to how he massaged her upper thigh, with the fingers of his right hand dipping down into her buttock cleft and ... you shudder to see ... grazing the crotch of her panties with each downward stroke.

Mercifully, the buttock massage does not last too long. Then Sid comes around the other side of the bed, and begins massaging Alyssa’s right thigh. As he works his way up towards her bottom again, you grimace in anticipation of what is about to happen. At least, you think to yourself, it won’t come as quite such a shock this time.

Nonetheless, you cannot help being disconcerted by the grinning enthusiasm with which Sid pulls back the right-hand side of Alyssa’s panties, tugging the material up between her buttocks and giving her the full wedge ... and the old man’s wide-eyed smirk as he grasps her right buttock with his freshly-oiled hands. Once more he kneads away, and this time it is the fingers of his left hand which slip down between her buttocks and thighs, rhythmically rubbing against her panties.

“All right!” says Sid finally, straightening up as you heave a sigh of relief. “Now turn over, Alyssa, and I’ll do your front.”

Alyssa gasps, and you stare at Sid, dumbstruck.

“My front?” asks Alyssa anxiously.

“Well I promised you a full-body massage,” says Sid matter-of-factly. “What, you don’t think you have muscles on the front of your body? I’ve only done half of you so far. Well, a little more than half – I’m done with your arms. And your feet, for that matter.”

It takes you a few seconds to get your thoughts in order, but when you finally manage to form a coherent response, you blurt out,

“Sid, you can’t expect to massage Alyssa’s front, surely? She’s topless!”

“Haven’t you seen, and groped, enough of my girlfriend already, Sid?”

Sid raises an eyebrow. “What does it look like I’m doing? I’m pulling back Alyssa’s panties so I can massage her bottom. Did you think I was going to just rub oil into her panties?”

“Well, I ... I...” you say, realising you had not really considered the full implications of a bottom massage.

“Either I do it this way,” says Sid patiently, “or I take the panties off completely. Which would you prefer?”

You rack your brain for a third option, but come up blank. “I just...” you say desperately. “Seeing you do that...”

Sid smiles tolerantly. “Jon, you seem to have a few hang-ups there,” he says. “I know that you know, intellectually, that I’m simply conducting a standard full-body massage ... but you’ve got this ... this streak of possessiveness and prudishness that’s sort of rebelling against the reality of what such a massage involves. Good grief, man, what are you going to be like when Alyssa goes to a gynaecologist?”

You shudder. “I won’t be present for that!”

Sid smirks. “Out of sight, out of mind, eh? But you know what the doctor will be doing. His job. And I’m trying to do mine. If you’d prefer to wait outside, that’s fine, but I really think you could learn a lot from this. You just need to try to suppress those instincts to leap to Alyssa’s rescue every time I do something that, in other contexts, would be considered inappropriate touching. This is a massage. A different set of rules apply, you know?”

You feel rather deflated, and a little embarrassed. “Alyssa,” you say hesitantly, “do you think I’m ... overreacting?”

“Maybe just a little,” she replies diplomatically. “But I really appreciate you looking out for me.”

You sigh, and your shoulders droop. “Go on then, Sid. Sorry – I suppose you’re right. I’m just not used to this kind of situation.”

“All right then,” says Sid pleasantly. “Let’s see if we can try to avoid further interruptions.”

Determined to keep quiet, and suppress your jealous instincts, you watch as Sid pours more oil into his cupped palm, rubs his hands together, then places both hands on Alyssa’s bared left buttock. He squeezes and caresses and kneads it in a similar manner to how he massaged her upper thigh, with the fingers of his right hand dipping down into her buttock cleft and ... you shudder to see ... grazing the crotch of her panties with each downward stroke.

Mercifully, the buttock massage does not last too long. Then Sid comes around the other side of the bed, and begins massaging Alyssa’s right thigh. As he works his way up towards her bottom again, you grimace in anticipation of what is about to happen. At least, you think to yourself, it won’t come as quite such a shock this time.

Nonetheless, you cannot help being disconcerted by the grinning enthusiasm with which Sid pulls back the right-hand side of Alyssa’s panties, tugging the material up between her buttocks and giving her the full wedge ... and the old man’s wide-eyed smirk as he grasps her right buttock with his freshly-oiled hands. Once more he kneads away, and this time it is the fingers of his left hand which slip down between her buttocks and thighs, rhythmically rubbing against her panties.

“All right!” says Sid finally, straightening up as you heave a sigh of relief. “Now turn over, Alyssa, and I’ll do your front.”

Alyssa gasps, and you stare at Sid, dumbstruck.

“My front?” asks Alyssa anxiously.

“Well I promised you a full-body massage,” says Sid matter-of-factly. “What, you don’t think you have muscles on the front of your body? I’ve only done half of you so far. Well, a little more than half – I’m done with your arms. And your feet, for that matter.”

It takes you a few seconds to get your thoughts in order, but when you finally manage to form a coherent response, you blurt out,

“Sid, you can’t expect to massage Alyssa’s front, surely? She’s topless!”

“Haven’t you seen, and groped, enough of my girlfriend already, Sid?”

“I’m aware of that, of course,” says Sid. “Look, if you really don’t want me to massage Alyssa’s breasts, then I don’t have to; I can just work around them. There are a lot of good reasons for massaging the breasts, a lot of health benefits ... but if you’re too squeamish about that, Alyssa can just hold one arm across her breasts in order to preserve her modesty and your comfort. I’ve massaged plenty of breasts in my time, but I will of course respect your wishes. As long as, you know, you respect Alyssa’s. She’s really the one who should decide.”

“What are the health benefits?” Alyssa asks.

“I’m glad you asked,” says Sid. “It helps to improve circulation in the breasts, and strengthen the connective tissue, which keeps the breasts healthier and firmer and perkier for a longer time than if they were ... neglected.”

“Ohh,” says Alyssa. “I’m not keen on the idea of Sid touching my breasts, Jon, but ... if all that’s true, about the benefits...”

“I’m going to look that up,” you say grimly, as you take out your phone. You are developing a nagging suspicion that Sid is trying to manipulate the situation in order to spend more time touching Alyssa. You type “benefits of breast massage” into Google, and scan through the results that appear. Opening up the most authoritative-sounding site, you quickly read a couple of paragraphs. It is more than enough. Not only does the article confirm both the blood flow and connective tissue benefits, it lists several others as well. “It seems that Sid’s absolutely right,” you are forced to admit. “I’m sorry to have doubted you.”

“No problem!” says Sid cheerfully. “You’re looking out for your girlfriend, and I respect that. So is it a yes or no on the breast massage?”

There might be benefits to it, but the idea still makes you cringe inside. Grimacing a little, you reply,

“I’m sorry, I’m just not comfortable with the idea.”

“I suppose ... if it has all those benefits...”

Sid regards you with an expression of mild reproach. “Jon, we both know I haven’t been ‘groping’ Alyssa. Clearly you have reservations about me massaging her, but that isn’t really my fault, is it...?” He sighs. “Look, if you really don’t want me to massage Alyssa’s breasts, then I don’t have to; I can just work around them. There are a lot of good reasons for massaging the breasts, a lot of health benefits ... but if you’re too squeamish about that, Alyssa can just hold one arm across her breasts in order to preserve her modesty and your comfort. I’ve massaged plenty of breasts in my time, but I will of course respect your wishes. As long as, you know, you respect Alyssa’s. She’s really the one who should decide.”

“What are the health benefits?” Alyssa asks.

“I’m glad you asked,” says Sid. “It helps to improve circulation in the breasts, and strengthen the connective tissue, which keeps the breasts healthier and firmer and perkier for a longer time than if they were ... neglected.”

“Ohh,” says Alyssa. “I’m not keen on the idea of Sid touching my breasts, Jon, but ... if all that’s true, about the benefits...”

“I’m going to look that up,” you say grimly, as you take out your phone. You are developing a nagging suspicion that Sid is trying to manipulate the situation in order to spend more time touching Alyssa. You type “benefits of breast massage” into Google, and scan through the results that appear. Opening up the most authoritative-sounding site, you quickly read a couple of paragraphs. It is more than enough. Not only does the article confirm both the blood flow and connective tissue benefits, it lists several others as well. “It seems that Sid’s absolutely right,” you are forced to admit. “I’m sorry to have doubted you.”

“No problem!” says Sid cheerfully. “You’re looking out for your girlfriend, and I respect that. So is it a yes or no on the breast massage?”

There might be benefits to it, but the idea still makes you cringe inside. Grimacing a little, you reply,

“I’m sorry, I’m just not comfortable with the idea.”

“I suppose ... if it has all those benefits...”

“Well, that’s okay and understandable,” says Sid, “if a little unfortunate for Alyssa. But I think she should decide, don’t you?”

“If Jon doesn’t want you touching my breasts, then I have to respect that,” says Alyssa.

Now you feel bad, as if your jealousy has deprived Alyssa of something that might help her ... but you stubbornly resist changing your mind. You are determined that this one thing, at least, is going to go your way.

“All right then,” says Sid. “Turn over, and cover your breasts.”

Carefully, Alyssa slips her right arm beneath her chest, clamps it against her breasts, and then turns over. As she lies down on her back, her breasts settle, but remain concealed by her arm and hand.

“Okay,” says Sid, and he begins massaging Alyssa’s upper chest, deftly working around her arm. Part of the flesh he massages, it occurs to you, is technically part of her breasts, but he stays far enough away from her nipples for you not to be too bothered by it. You are more bothered, in fact, by the grin on his face as he stares down at the front of Alyssa’s panties. But just as you are wondering if it would sound weird to ask him not to look at your girlfriend’s panties while he is massaging her naked chest, he looks away from her panties and at her chest instead ... which is scarcely any better.

Sid slides his left hand beneath Alyssa’s arm, massaging his way down between her breasts while kneading the upper portion of her right breast with his right hand. “Hmm, this arm really is in the way,” he says. “Can you use just your hands, both hands, to cover your breasts?”

“I suppose so,” says Alyssa, and she first slides her left hand under her right to cup her left breast, then moves her right hand across to cup her right breast.

Sid resumes his massage. “I know I’m massaging part of your breasts here; is that okay, as long as I work around your hands?” he asks. “I’d like you to get at least some of the benefit of a breast massage, if that can be achieved while sticking to the spirit of your request.”

Alyssa looks over at you. “Um, what do you think, Jon...?”

You feel like you ought to give a little ground. “That sounds reasonable,” you concede grudgingly. “Just stay clear of her ... you know ... her nipples.”

“Okay!” says Sid. “I can do that. Just relax your hands, Alyssa, so I can get under them. I’ll avoid your nipples, don’t worry.”

You are a little taken aback by how thoroughly and vigorously Sid now massages the parts of Alyssa’s breasts that he is allowed to access. Scooping his oily hands around them, he squeezes them and caresses them, sliding his hands beneath Alyssa’s hands and wrists, closing his fingers and thumbs around, but never encroaching on, Alyssa’s areolae.

You watch in increasing discomfort as the old man sensuously kneads the twin mounds of flesh beneath Alyssa’s hands. Your girlfriend’s eyes are closed; she is breathing heavily. “You know,” says Sid, “at this point I might as well finish them off. It doesn’t seem to make much sense to massage ninety percent of Alyssa’s breasts and neglect the one part that is most effective at stimulating blood flow, just because ... what, because it’s sensitive to touch? That’s kind of the point...”

You thought this point had been resolved. “Because it would make me uncomfortable to see you touching her there,” you say peevishly. “Only I should be doing that.”

“I feel like your objection is a little arbitrary, Jon,” says Sid. “I assume you wouldn’t have a similar objection if Alyssa went to the doctor for a breast exam?”

“Well, no,” you admit.

“I’m just trying to give her a healthy massage, Jon,” says Sid in a rather tired voice. “Have I not proved myself so far?”

“I suppose you have,” you say reluctantly. “Alyssa ... what do you think?”

“Oh, just let him finish it,” she says breathlessly.

“Fine!” you say in resignation, throwing up your hands. “Go on then.”

Sid immediately slides his hands fully beneath Alyssa’s, grasping both breasts at once and easing her hands out of the way with his wrists. Her arms fall to her sides as he gleefully kneads her breasts, catching her nipples between his fingers and squeezing them gently. Alyssa arches her back and moans softly.

“There, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” asks Sid, moving on down to Alyssa’s belly. He pauses to re-oil his hands, then begins massaging her abdominal muscles.

Relieved that he is no longer playing with your girlfriend’s breasts, you say,

“I suppose not. You seem to be doing a good job, Sid.”

“It was a little more intense than I was expecting...”

“All right then!” says Sid. “Turn over, Alyssa.”

After a moment’s hesitation, Alyssa turns over, holding one arm across her breasts. But as she lies down on her back, Sid takes her arm and lays it by her side. “What lovely breasts!” he says. “It’s going to be a genuine pleasure and honour for me to massage them.”

He begins massaging Alyssa’s upper chest, working his way downward until he has one hand on each breast. At this point he re-oils both hands, before planting them both back on her breasts and giving them a good squeeze. Splaying his fingers, he sensuously kneads and caresses her supple mounds of flesh, catching her nipples between his fingers and squeezing them gently. Alyssa arches her back and moans softly.

You watch in increasing discomfort as the old man gleefully fondles Alyssa’s breasts, taking his time and going over every square inch many, many times. You are not entirely convinced that such extensive repetition is strictly necessary ... but on the outer hand, you would be the first to admit that you are no expert.

“There, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” asks Sid, finally moving on down to Alyssa’s belly. He pauses to re-oil his hands, then begins massaging her abdominal muscles.

Relieved that he is no longer playing with your girlfriend’s breasts, you say,

“I suppose not. You seem to be doing a good job, Sid.”

“It was a little more intense than I was expecting...”

“Thank you!” says Sid. “I haven’t done this in many years, but it’s all coming back to me.” Resting one knee on the bed next to Alyssa’s shoulder, he leans over her and slides ha slippery hands down her belly to the waistband of her panties. You watch his fingers warily as they swoop outwards and then draw back, come together, and plunge forward again. This time, his fingertips slip beneath the waistband.

You choose to overlook this transgression the first time, but on the next plunge, half of the length of his longest three fingers or each hand disappears beneath the white satin. “Hey!” you object.

Sid pauses, with his hands still partly inside Alyssa’s panties. “I know what you’re going to say,” he says. “And you’re right. I’m getting Alyssa’s panties oily, doing it like this. I’ll move her panties out of the way instead.” And to your utter disbelief and astonishment, he takes hold of the waistband of your girlfriend’s panties with both hands, one at each hip, and pushes it down several inches.

Alyssa squeals as her shaven pussy is partially exposed, including about an inch of the cleft between her labia.

“Jesus Christ!” you exclaim, as Alyssa hastily pulls her panties back up.

“Jon!” says Sid firmly, cutting off your rant before it can begin, “Alyssa’s abdominal muscles don’t end at the top of her panties, you know. In order to finish the massage, I have to go lower. That either means going inside her panties, which isn’t ideal as it’ll probably mean they get oily, or I move the panties out of the way. Frankly, I should really take them off entirely.”

“But then she’ll be naked!” you exclaim, on the verge of a full-blown tantrum.

“Yes?” says Sid. “Most of my massages were done on naked people. It’s really the best way to do a full-body massage. But look, I understand that this is all very new for you both, so I’m happy to just stick my hands inside Alyssa’s panties, if that’s what you’d prefer.”

“It isn’t!” you protest. “I don’t like either option! Good heavens, don’t you realise that’s the first time I’ve got to see Alyssa’s ... you know what?”

“Her pussy?” Sid looks surprised. But then he grins. “What did you think? Very pretty, wasn’t it?”

“I ... I don’t want to talk about it!” you splutter. “That’s private!”

But you are certainly thinking about what you saw. It came as a complete surprise to you, not only to see Alyssa’s pussy exposed in that way, but that she has apparently shaved herself completely bald. You were expecting to see some hair.

“Alyssa,” says Sid, “I’m sorry I alarmed you. I should have at least warned you before lowering your panties like that. But since the deed is done, and both Jon and I have seen your pretty pussy, I’m hoping you’ll see the wisdom in letting me remove your panties entirely, so that I can finish off the massage without any further outbursts from your overprotective boyfriend – who, incidentally, I like very much in spite of his prudishness. So, what do you say? You’ve come this far; are you willing to take the last little step, and go fully nude for the rest of the massage? Or would you rather risk getting your panties all oily?”

You are sorely tempted to jump in with a fiery response here, but you know you probably ought to give Alyssa a chance to reply. As she bites her lip, considering Sid’s question, you...

burst out with “Damn it, Sid, she’s not going to get naked!”

clench your teeth, impatiently awaiting her response.

Sid chuckles. “Well, each body part requires a different technique. And, frankly, each body responds differently to a massage. I just tend to play it by ear, see what works and what doesn’t.”

“You do seem to know your stuff,” you admit.

Continue.

“Isn’t that her decision?” Sid inquires. “Or does she not get a say in it?”

“I know her well enough to know she doesn’t want to get naked!” you exclaim.

“But can she not tell me that herself?” Sid asks politely. “Be careful, Jon, that you don’t give Alyssa the impression that you are going to make important decisions about her body and what she does with it. That wouldn’t be a good start to a promising relationship, now would it?”

“Uh, of course I wouldn’t do that!” you say, feeling rattled. “Alyssa, please don’t think I would do that. I know you can speak for yourself and make your own decisions. I just ... I was trying to do the right thing – for you.”

“It’s okay,” Alyssa assures you.

“This is totally your decision,” you tell her, in a slightly forced voice. “I’ll support you ... either way.”

Continue.

Alyssa bites her lip; she seems conflicted.

“Oily panties?” Sid asks softly. “Or the liberation of nudity?”

“Um,” says Alyssa nervously, “I ... I’m not sure...”

“We could compromise, if you like...” Sid suggests.

“Oh?” says Alyssa hopefully.

“We could pull your panties down to your upper thighs,” Sid suggests. “Your panties will be right there, within reach, ready for you to grab them and pull them up if you get too anxious. Yes, you’ll be exposed ... but we’ve both seen your pussy now, and it’s lovely. Definitely nothing you should be ashamed of showing off!”

This is not exactly a great compromise, you think to yourself, and you hope Alyssa chooses to put up with having oily panties for a while, rather than exposing her pussy ... her pussy! ... to this grubby, smelly old man.

But then, perhaps you are being selfish in wanting Alyssa to be physically uncomfortable in order to preserve her modesty. Is it Alyssa’s well-being you are most concerned with right now, or yours?

“I ... I think I’ll choose the compromise,” says Alyssa.

You take a deep breath, and slowly let it out. Well, it could be worse.

“Excellent,” says Sid with a grin. He reaches down, grasps the sides of Alyssa’s panties, and slowly pulls them down. Her shaved pussy once again comes into view – the whole thing this time – and you stare in awe at the softly rounded mound, with its cleft running down the middle until it disappears between her thighs. “What a pretty sight!” Sid continues. “I love that you shave it. Was that for tonight, or do you always keep it like that?”

“That’s a very personal question!” you admonish him.

“It is,” Sid agrees. “Forgive me, Alyssa – I was just curious.”

“It’s ... it’s for tonight,” says Alyssa quietly. Apparently her desire for you to know this outweighs her embarrassment at saying it in front of Sid.

“Oh wow!” you say, feeling thrilled and touched. “Thank you, Alyssa! Oh my gosh, I can’t wait to ... touch it...”

Sid chuckles. “You’ll get your chance, lover boy,” he says. “For now, though, let’s finish this massage.” He pours more oil, and resumes massaging Alyssa’s abdomen, making small circles that get closer and closer to her pussy. Then, to your alarm, his fingertips actually reach Alyssa’s labia, pressing into the soft flesh...

“Whoa!” you exclaim in shock.

“I knew it!” you cry out angrily.

Sid pauses, his fingertips on Alyssa’s labia. “Yes...?”

“You’re touching her pussy!” you object.

Sid looks blankly at you. “We’ve come this far,” he says, “and this surprises you? Jon, this is a full-body massage. The idea is to massage the whole body. I really thought you were beginning to understand that. I’m trying to do a good thing for Alyssa, but all these interruptions ... they really aren’t helping.” He sighs. “Look, I know it must be hard for you to see a masseur touching your girlfriend like this, but if you feel you must stay and watch, you’re just going to have to get used to it. Perhaps we need to do a sort of exercise, like we did with Alyssa downstairs, getting her used to showing her panties. That was very effective – look at her now! I think we can do the same with you. Now watch this ... and I want you to try to refrain from getting upset or angry. Just suppress it! For Alyssa’s benefit, if not for yours, just hold in your indignant outbursts ... okay?”

“I can’t make any promises,” you grumble.

Sid stares at you. “Not even for Alyssa?”

“Fine!” you say, rolling your eyes. “We’ll do the exercise.”

“Okay,” says Sid. He slides his right hand forward, curling his fingers as they follow the curve of Alyssa’s vulva. When he stops, he is fully cupping her pussy.

Alyssa gasps, and your eyes bulge until they are almost popping out of your head. “Bff...pfff...” The sounds escape from your pursed lips.

“Keep it together, Jon!” says Sid. “Come on, man, you can do this. Try to calm yourself back down, okay? Back from the brink.”

Your fists are clenched, and you are on the verge of leaping forward and punching Sid in the face. But with a huge effort of will, you hold yourself back, and try to unclench. It is not easy.

“Look Jon,” says Sid, begin to move his hand back and forth. “I’m rubbing your girlfriend’s pussy. Mmm, it feels so nice!”

The rage returns. “I haven’t even done that yet!” you protest.

“Hush!” says Sid, still rubbing. “Tame that jealous beast inside, Jon. Who’s in charge? You, or it? Are you the master of yourself? Or a slave to your basic urges?”

You force yourself to calm down a little. “This isn’t easy, Sid!” you tell him through gritted teeth. You look at Alyssa’s face; she is breathing heavily, and has a faraway expression. Could she be ... enjoying this?

“I’m sure it isn’t,” says Sid. “But look – there’s a benefit to this exercise, and I’m not just talking about improving your powers of self-control. You could actually learn something here, about how to touch a woman. I get the impression neither of you is very experienced in this kind of area, and you could learn a lot here if you’re willing to be open to that.”

You scowl slightly as you reply,

“It rather depends on what the lesson involves.”

“Just get on with the massage, Sid.”

Sid pauses, his fingertips on Alyssa’s labia. “Knew what?” he inquires.

“I knew you were going to try and touch Alyssa’s pussy!” you exclaim.

Sid looks blankly at you. “Of course!” he says. “Jon, this is a full-body massage. The idea is to massage the whole body. I really thought you were beginning to understand that. I’m trying to do a good thing for Alyssa, but all these interruptions ... they really aren’t helping.” He sighs. “Look, I know it must be hard for you to see a masseur touching your girlfriend like this, but if you feel you must stay and watch, you’re just going to have to get used to it. Perhaps we need to do a sort of exercise, like we did with Alyssa downstairs, getting her used to showing her panties. That was very effective – look at her now! I think we can do the same with you. Now watch this ... and I want you to try to refrain from getting upset or angry. Just suppress it! For Alyssa’s benefit, if not for yours, just hold in your indignant outbursts ... okay?”

“I can’t make any promises,” you grumble.

Sid stares at you. “Not even for Alyssa?”

“Fine!” you say, rolling your eyes. “We’ll do the exercise.”

“Okay,” says Sid. He slides his right hand forward, curling his fingers as they follow the curve of Alyssa’s vulva. When he stops, he is fully cupping her pussy.

Alyssa gasps, and your eyes bulge until they are almost popping out of your head. “Bff...pfff...” The sounds escape from your pursed lips.

“Keep it together, Jon!” says Sid. “Come on, man, you can do this. Try to calm yourself back down, okay? Back from the brink.”

Your fists are clenched, and you are on the verge of leaping forward and punching Sid in the face. But with a huge effort of will, you hold yourself back, and try to unclench. It is not easy.

“Look Jon,” says Sid, begin to move his hand back and forth. “I’m rubbing your girlfriend’s pussy. Mmm, it feels so nice!”

The rage returns. “I haven’t even done that yet!” you protest.

“Hush!” says Sid, still rubbing. “Tame that jealous beast inside, Jon. Who’s in charge? You, or it? Are you the master of yourself? Or a slave to your basic urges?”

You force yourself to calm down a little. “This isn’t easy, Sid!” you tell him through gritted teeth. You look at Alyssa’s face; she is breathing heavily, and has a faraway expression. Could she be ... enjoying this?

“I’m sure it isn’t,” says Sid. “But look – there’s a benefit to this exercise, and I’m not just talking about improving your powers of self-control. You could actually learn something here, about how to touch a woman. I get the impression neither of you is very experienced in this kind of area, and you could learn a lot here if you’re willing to be open to that.”

You scowl slightly as you reply,

“It rather depends on what the lesson involves.”

“Just hurry up and finish the massage, Sid.”

Sid chuckles. “Well obviously I can’t show you everything,” he says. “Some topics you’ll need to figure out for yourselves. But there are one or two pointers I can give you, that I think you’ll find worthwhile. First, though, let me finish this massage. I still haven’t done the front of Alyssa’s legs.”

Relieved that he is finally going to move away from your girlfriend’s pussy, you nod and say curtly, “Go ahead.”

Continue.

Sid removes his hand from Alyssa’s pussy, then moves down the bed to her feet. Putting a knee up on the bed, he starts massaging her right shin, but quickly moves up past her knee to her thigh. Soon he reaches her panties, stretched around both thighs. “Ah, well now these are in the way,” he says. “But I think by now we’ve established that Alyssa can handle having her pussy uncovered, right? No need for these anymore.” He starts pulling them down her legs.

“Oh come on, Sid...” you object, but it is hard to make a good case for keeping Alyssa’s panties on at this point. Besides, he has already pulled them past her ankles and off her feet.

“There!” he says with a smile, as he tosses them on the floor. “Now you’re naked, Alyssa. How do you feel?”

“I feel naked!” says Alyssa nervously. “But I seem to be coping, I suppose.”

“Good girl,” says Sid, re-oiling his hands. He continues massaging his way up her thigh, using both hands, until he has reached her crotch. Now he takes hold of her knee with his left hand, pulling it out to the side a little, and begins massaging her groin with his right. “Groin muscles,” he says. “Injuring them is just the worst thing. Always a good idea to keep them well massaged and in good condition.” He pulls her knee out even further, giving you your best view yet of Alyssa’s most intimate parts. To your extreme discomfort, Sid is sliding his oily hand back and forth next to her labia, and very close to her vaginal opening. Then, as you watch, he shifts his hand over a little, so that he is partially rubbing her pussy too.

Alyssa moans, and you cannot help feeling annoyed. “This isn’t supposed to be an arousing experience!” you say, a little peevishly.

“Oh Jon, don’t be silly,” says Sid, now blatantly rubbing Alyssa’s pussy again. “You still don’t get it. Alyssa’s been aroused for almost the whole massage; it hasn’t suddenly happened with me touching her pussy. A massage is an inherently erotic experience. Inevitably, as I work my way around her body, I encounter numerous erogenous zones. As I rub them, those zones increase Alyssa’s arousal. By the time I got to her pussy, she was already very turned-on ... wouldn’t you say, Alyssa?”

“Oh dear!” says Alyssa, embarrassed.

“Nothing to be ashamed about!” says Sid. “Totally normal and natural.” He removes his hands from her, and shuffles around to the other side of the bed. “Everything’s connected, you see? The muscles in the back are connected to those in the bottom, those in the neck, those in the arms. The ones in the bottom are connected to the ones in the legs. And when I massage you – whether it’s your legs or your back or your bottom – I’m not just massaging your muscles.” He is now working his way up her left thigh. “Among the muscles, and beneath them, and overlying them, are tendons, ligaments, blood vessels, and nerves. A good massage gets them all.” He pulls her left knee out to the side, and starts massaging her groin on that side. “This is all good stuff for you to know, Jon. Learn to massage Alyssa well, and massage her regularly, and she’ll love you for it forever.”

This sounds like wonderful advice, except for the fact that Sid is conspicuously single, and down on his luck. “These skills don’t seem to have found you lasting love though,” you cannot help pointing out.

“A fair point,” Sid acknowledges, now gently rubbing Alyssa’s pussy as he holds her knee out wide. “But my failures in life and love have little to do with my massaging. I just made a lot of really bad choices in my youth. And after my youth, frankly.”

Alyssa is gasping and moaning almost constantly now. Her back is arching, and her hands are grabbing the bedspread either side of her hips. Your face pales, and you want desperately to pull Sid away from your girlfriend, and throw him out of the house. But Alyssa would undoubtedly be furious with you if you did any such thing.

“She’s getting close now,” Sid remarks. “Note how I’m pressing against her clitoris here, with my middle finger. Time to speed up a bit.”

To your horror, you realise that Sid is about to bring Alyssa to orgasm. The old man is rubbing rapidly at the hooded nub nestling between her labia. He looks up at you, and grins.

“Now for the coup de grace,” he says. Bringing his other hand up between Alyssa’s legs, he extends his middle finger, then slides it straight into her vagina.

“Sid!” you shriek.

“Just inside,” says Sid, “about two inches in, on the upper wall, is the elusive g-spot. If I rub that at the same time as the clit...”

Alyssa suddenly groans loudly, digs her heels into the bed, and arches her entire body upward, shuddering as if she has been connected to a powerful electric current. You stare with your mouth open as Sid keeps up a frenetic rubbing of her clitoris with one hand, while the middle finger of his other remains buried inside her.

After about fifteen seconds of this – though it feels longer – he lets her go, and she flops back down on to the bed. You feel shell-shocked.

“And that,” says Sid conversationally, as he smiles and winks at you, “is how you make a woman happy.”

You are both horrified and impressed. “You ... you put your finger in her!” you gasp.

“Only way to get to the g-spot,” says Sid. “And I did want to give Alyssa the best massage I possibly could. How do you feel, Alyssa?”

“Ohhhh ... my God...” pants Alyssa. “That was ... incredible...”

Your brain is a riot of emotions. When you eventually manage to get a coherent thought together, you say,

“Well I’m glad you enjoyed the massage, Alyssa. I’m afraid I didn’t have quite as much fun as you apparently did.”

“That was completely outrageous! I can’t believe you let him do that to you, Alyssa!”

“Sid, that was way more than just a massage! You totally took advantage of the situation!”

Sid chuckles. “Well it would be hard to beat Alyssa’s enjoyment, certainly. Anyway, look, I think the two of you probably have a lot to talk about, and do together, and I’ve taken up enough of your evening. I’m also in a fair bit of pain. So if you’ll permit me, I’d like to go to bed.”

The thought of him going to bed, and finally giving you and Alyssa some time alone together, immediately lifts your spirits. “Of course!” you say. “Would you like a shower or bath first...?”

“Oh, wow...” Sid scratches his bearded chin. “You know, I haven’t had a proper wash in months. I don’t like to impose too much on your hospitality, but a shower would be wonderful...”

“Shower it is, then,” you say. “Feel free to use the soap and shampoo in there. And I’ll get you a towel.”

“Thank you!” says Sid, and he hobbles out of the room.

Alyssa sits up, hugging her knees. She suddenly looks very embarrassed, and guilty. “I’m sorry, Jon,” she mumbles.

You raise an eyebrow. “For what?”

“I should have stopped him,” she says, staring at her feet. “It just felt so good and I didn’t want it to stop...”

You sigh. “I can’t really blame you for that,” you say. “It did seem like he was good at the old massage thing, and if you were enjoying it that much, I can understand you wanting him to finish. I suppose it’s more my fault than yours; I should have stopped him myself. I just ... I suppose I saw how much you were enjoying it, and I didn’t want to take that away from you.”

“You don’t ... hate me, do you?” asks Alyssa anxiously. “Or ... despise me?”

You stare at her in shock. “No, of course not!” you say. “Why would I?”

“I don’t know,” she says awkwardly. “I just thought maybe you might...”

You sit down next to her. “Well I don’t,” you assure her, “so you can get that out of your head. I love you. And I’m hoping we can still ... you know...”

Alyssa’s eyes widen. “Now? While Sid’s in the shower...?”

You consider how long Sid is likely to take in the shower, if he has not washed in months, and say,

“Yes – let’s do it now.”

“No, I meant after he goes to bed.”

Alyssa sits up quickly, hugging her knees. “I’m sorry!” she wails in distress.

“Hey now, Jon,” says Sid sternly. “You’re blaming Alyssa? You were here every step of the way. If you didn’t like how she was handling the situation, why wait until now to say so? She was following your lead and mine; don’t give her a hard time about it now, just because you’re feeling guilty and wanting to blame someone besides yourself. Crikey, blame me if you have to blame someone! But why blame anybody at all? Nobody’s been harmed here. Alyssa had a lovely massage, and you got to see your girlfriend naked for the first time and learn a bit about how to give her pleasure.”

He is right, of course, and you realise it immediately. “I’m sorry,” you say to Alyssa. “That was very unfair of me, wasn’t it? I just ... I wasn’t prepared to see all that, and I reacted badly.”

Sid nods. “I imagine it’s a lot to process,” he says. “Anyway, look, I think the two of you probably have a lot to talk about, and do together, and I’ve taken up enough of your evening. I’m also in a fair bit of pain. So if you’ll permit me, I’d like to go to bed.”

The thought of him going to bed, and finally giving you and Alyssa some time alone together, immediately lifts your spirits. “Of course!” you say. “Would you like a shower or bath first...?”

“Oh, wow...” Sid scratches his bearded chin. “You know, I haven’t had a proper wash in months. I don’t like to impose too much on your hospitality, but a shower would be wonderful...”

“Shower it is, then,” you say. “Feel free to use the soap and shampoo in there. And I’ll get you a towel.”

“Thank you!” says Sid, and he hobbles out of the room.

Alyssa is staring at her toes. “I’m sorry, Jon,” she mumbles. “I should have stopped him.”

“No, no, I’m the one who should be sorry,” you say firmly. “Obviously he’s very good at the old massage thing, and if you were enjoying it that much, I can understand you wanting him to finish. It’s really more my fault than yours; I should have stopped him myself. I just ... I suppose I saw how much you were enjoying it, and I didn’t want to take that away from you.”

“You don’t ... hate me, do you?” asks Alyssa anxiously. “Or ... despise me?”

You stare at her in alarm. “No, of course not!” you say. “Not in the slightest.” You sit down next to her. “I love you, Alyssa. And I’m hoping we can still ... you know...”

Alyssa’s eyes widen. “Now? While Sid’s in the shower...?”

You consider how long Sid is likely to take in the shower, if he has not washed in months, and say,

“Yes – let’s do it now.”

“No, I meant after he goes to bed.”

Sid shakes his head. “Jon,” he says, “I made her feel spectacularly good. Yes, it was fun for me too, but can you blame a lonely old man for enjoying touching a beautiful young woman? The point is, I believe I gave better than I got. Just look at the state of Alyssa! I think she’s pretty happy.”

“So it would seem,” you grudgingly admit.

“Look,” says Sid, “the two of you obviously have a lot to talk about, and do together, and I’ve taken up enough of your evening. I’m also in a fair bit of pain. So if you’ll permit me, I’d like to go to bed.”

The thought of him going to bed, and finally giving you and Alyssa some time alone together, immediately lifts your spirits. “Of course!” you say. “Would you like a shower or bath first...?”

“Oh, wow...” Sid scratches his bearded chin. “You know, I haven’t had a proper wash in months. I don’t like to impose too much on your hospitality, but a shower would be wonderful...”

“Shower it is, then,” you say. “Feel free to use the soap and shampoo in there. And I’ll get you a towel.”

“Thank you!” says Sid, and he hobbles out of the room.

Alyssa sits up, hugging her knees. She suddenly looks very embarrassed, and guilty. “I’m sorry, Jon,” she mumbles.

You raise an eyebrow. “For what?”

“I should have stopped him,” she says, staring at her feet. “It just felt so good and I didn’t want it to stop...”

“Oh hush,” you say. “I’m not going to blame you for that. Obviously he’s very good at the old massage thing, and if you were enjoying it that much, I can understand you wanting him to finish. I suppose it’s more my fault than yours; I should have stopped him myself. I just ... I suppose I saw how much you were enjoying it, and I didn’t want to take that away from you.”

“You don’t ... hate me, do you?” asks Alyssa anxiously. “Or ... despise me?”

You stare at her in shock. “No, of course not!” you say. “Why would I?”

“I don’t know,” she says awkwardly. “I just thought maybe you might...”

You sit down next to her. “Well I don’t,” you assure her, “so you can get that out of your head. I love you. And I’m hoping we can still ... you know...”

Alyssa’s eyes widen. “Now? While Sid’s in the shower...?”

You ponder how long Sid is likely to take in the shower, and say,

“Yes – let’s do it now.”

“No, I meant after he goes to bed.”

Alyssa giggles. “Here?”

“No,” you say. “In my room. Come on!” You take her hand, and help her off the bed. Then the two of you quickly leave the room and enter the room opposite, which is your bedroom. You close the door, then lead her over to your queen-sized bed. The two of you turn towards each other, eyes wide with excitement. You look her glistening naked body up and down. “You’re so beautiful,” you tell her.

She blushes, and looks down at her chest. “Ugh, but I’m all oily!” she says. “Sorry. I wish I could shower first...”

“I don’t care,” you say gallantly. “So I’ll get a bit oily too. I don’t mind.”

“Maybe we can both shower together, after Sid?” Alyssa suggests with a smile.

You smile. “Sounds wonderful,” you say. “But we may have to wait a while; Sid will probably use up all the hot water.”

“Oh,” says Alyssa. “Well, that’s okay.”

You step forward, preparing to take Alyssa in your arms. But at that moment, there is a knock on the door. “Jon?”

You purse your lips in annoyance, then say,

“What is it, Sid?”

“Not now, Sid!”

“Oh,” says Alyssa. “You don’t think we have time for anything while he’s showering? He’s got months of dirt to clean off...”

A grin spreads across your face. “Maybe we do have time. Okay, let’s do it!”

Continue.

“Um,” says Sid, “It seems I have a bit of a problem. I’m pretty bruised in several places, and it hurts when I do certain things. I have limited range of movement in my left arm, and my right is worse. Basically ... this is a bit embarrassing ... I’m sort of struggling to get undressed...”

“Oh dear,” you mutter. “I suppose we have to help him...”

“We definitely do,” Alyssa agrees.

“Okay, I’ll be right there,” you tell Sid. Then, in a lower voice, you add, “Nothing like seeing an old man naked to put me in the mood for love...”

Alyssa giggles quietly. “I can always help him, if you prefer,” she says. “I used to help my mum out at her nursing home when I was in my teens. I’ve seen plenty of old biddies and old gents in their birthday suits, and helped them get changed, bathed, and so on.”

“That would be awesome,” you say gratefully.

“Nah, I’d better do it myself,” you say reluctantly.

“Oh,” says Sid. “Erm ... okay...”

“You should see what he wants,” says Alyssa. “He wouldn’t be disturbing us if there wasn’t a problem...”

You sigh. “I suppose you’re right. Fine. What is it, Sid?”

Continue.

“I’ll be right back,” she says, leaning forward and giving you a kiss on the lips. She leaves the room, and you sit down to wait for her.

On the landing outside your room, Alyssa covers her breasts and pussy as Sid, standing in the doorway of the bathroom, grins at her. “Are you going to be my helper?” he asks.

“Yes,” she says, closing your bedroom door. “Just let me get my panties and top on first.”

“And get them all oily?” Sid inquires. “Why bother? You’re going to need to shower too, right? Might as well just jump in right after me. Besides, I’ve already seen you naked.”

Alyssa bites her lip, then says, “I suppose you’re right.”

In your room, you reach into your pocket for your phone, then realise you left it in the living room. Getting up, you open your door and step out on to the landing, just in time to see Alyssa disappearing into the bathroom and closing the door behind her. To your dismay, she is still naked; has she entirely lost her sense of modesty? You had hoped that she would at least have put a pair of panties on.

Heading to the top of the stairs, you...

pause outside the bathroom, and knock on the door.

decide not to make a fuss, and just go downstairs.

Alyssa raises an eyebrow. “Are you sure? I know how squeamish you are about being around naked men...”

You nod. “I don’t like the thought of you spending any time alone with him,” you explain. “He might, you know, try something.”

“Like what?” she asks wryly. “He’s already fingered me to orgasm. What else could you possibly be worried about him doing?”

You blush, and chuckle. “Good point. But I suppose he might try to ... you know ... rape you...?”

“Jon, he’s so beaten up he can’t even get undressed without help,” says Alyssa. “And he’s old! And on the remote chance that he does turn nasty and somehow manage to overpower me, you’re just a scream away. Believe me, I’ll be fine.”

She is right, of course. And in truth, you really would prefer not to be the one helping Sid get undressed. “All right,” you concede. “You help him then. Thank you.”

Continue.

The door opens; Alyssa is standing there, naked and smiling shyly. “Hi,” she says. “Something wrong?”

“I hoped you might be wearing something when you helped Sid,” you say, a little red-faced.

“I didn’t want to get my panties oily,” Alyssa explains, stepping out of the bathroom and closing the door. “I’m going to have to shower anyway. And Sid’s already seen me naked.”

“But are you ... okay...?” you inquire. “With him seeing you naked again?”

“I wouldn’t say that,” says Alyssa ruefully. “But that massage ... it’s hard not to feel like Sid almost knows my body better than I do. He’s certainly explored every inch of it. So I suppose it’s inevitable that the thought of him seeing me naked isn’t as terrifying as it would have been before the massage.”

This does not make you feel much better, but you can understand where Alyssa is coming from. “All right,” you say reluctantly. “Well, good luck.” You take one last look down at her naked pussy, then you turn away and start descending the stairs.

Continue.

In the bathroom, Alyssa helps Sid out of his clothes. Already his body is showing some rather shocking bruises; she is not surprised that he is in pain and struggling to move properly. “Are you going to be okay in the shower?” she asks him, concerned. “I think a bath might be better; you can lie down and soak.”

Sid shakes his head. “Too many weeks of sweat and dirt. I want to get clean. A bath will leave me sitting in a soup of my own muck.”

Alyssa nods. “Okay,” she says.

“Don’t know how I’m going to wash myself though,” Sid muses. “I won’t be able to reach many places. I don’t suppose...”

Alyssa bites her lip. “You ... you need help...?”

“Sorry,” he says apologetically. “But I think I will. Would you mind...?”

“Sure,” says Alyssa generously. “I can do that.”

“You might as well get in with me,” Sid continues. “You’re already naked ... and I dare say you want to wash that oil off.”

“That’s true,” Alyssa admits.

“That settles in, then,” says Sid. “We’ll shower together!”

Alyssa starts the shower going, then she climbs into the bathtub with Sid. As the warm water cascades over them both, Sid holds himself steady by means of a short metal handrail on the wall, while Alyssa, standing behind him, soaps up his back.

Trudging upstairs with your phone and a cup of tea you have just made for yourself, you pause outside the bathroom. You can hear the shower going, and the voices of both Sid and Alyssa. Frowning, you call out,

“What’s going on in there?”

“Everything okay in there?”

“I’m helping Sid shower,” Alyssa replies. “He can’t reach his back, and he’s having difficulty with other movements too. Plus, this way I can get myself clean too.”

“You’re showering with Sid?” you ask in dismay.

“Well you said yourself there wouldn’t be enough hot water for two showers!” says Alyssa. “This way we’re killing two birds with one stone. And Sid really does need help getting clean. If you’d rather swap places with me...”

“No no,” you say hastily. “Just ... make it quick, please.”

“I’ll try,” says Alyssa, “but Sid needs a good scrub! I want to make sure I do a good job.”

You scowl. “Fine,” you reply, and you go back into your bedroom. This situation with Sid is getting worse and worse! But at least Alyssa will soon be clean, and you and she can finally enjoy some quality time together while Sid sleeps in the spare room.

In the bathroom, meanwhile, Alyssa has worked her way down to Sid’s ankles. “There,” she says. “Can you manage to do your front yourself?”

“Not easily,” says Sid. “I’ve only one good arm, and it’s holding me steady. Can you perhaps reach around me and do my front as well?”

Alyssa sighs. “Yes, okay, I can do that,” she says.

Having soaped up his front, from his neck down to his abdomen, Alyssa hesitates. “Can you manage to do your own ... thing?”

Sid chuckles. “I probably could, but it’ll be a lot more fun if you do it...”

“You’re not here to have fun at my expense, Sid,” she reprimands him.

“Oh come on,” says Sid. “I gave you a lovely time, didn’t I? Can’t you reciprocate a little?”

“I don’t think Jon would like that!” says Alyssa nervously.

“He didn’t like me touching your pussy either,” Sid points out. “But he came around when he saw how much you liked it. I don’t think it would be fair for him to object to you doing something similar for me ... would it?”

“I suppose not,” says Alyssa dubiously. “I ... I’ve never touched one before though...”

“There’s nothing to it,” says Sid. “Just take hold of the shaft with one hand.”

Alyssa reluctantly reaches down, finds a mass of hair, and then the base of Sid’s protruding cock. She feels along it – it seems very firm, and quite long. Taking it in her hand, she finds she can close her fingers around it.

Sid sighs contentedly. “That’s it,” he murmurs. “Now start pumping it ... slowly...”

Alyssa began sliding her soapy hand back and forth along Sid’s erect penis. “Like this?” she asks.

“Not bad,” says Sid, clutching the hand rail and closing his eyes. “This’ll be good practice for you. When you give Jon a hand-job for the first time, you want it to be perfect, right? You wouldn’t want to accidentally hurt him or make him frustrated, I’m sure.”

“No, of course not!” says Alyssa.

“Move your hand a little further forward, so you’re massaging the head as well as the shaft with each stroke,” says Sid. “Yes ... that’s it... ease up a little though...”

He continued to instruct her, until his breaths began to come in gasps. “Okay that’s enough!” he says. “You can stop. I don’t want to cum right now. But we’ll done! You’ve made good progress already.”

The water is getting cooler, and Alyssa turns the knob to make it hotter again. “I’m not sure how much longer the water’s going to stay hot,” she says. “And we still haven’t washed your hair.”

“Or your body,” Sid remarks. “I’m afraid I can’t wash my hair – just can’t lift either arm that high at the moment. To save time, how about I wash your body while you wash my hair?”

“I don’t know,” says Alyssa uncomfortably. “I think you’ve been touching my body enough, Sid.”

“You want to get clean, don’t you?” Sid inquires. “Come on – it’ll save time. The oil won’t wash off nearly as well in cold water. I’m just trying to help you out here.”

“Okay,” says Alyssa reluctantly.

Sid grins as he turns around. “Okay, start washing my hair,” he says. “I’ll get to work washing all that oil off you.”

Alyssa nods, and squirts shampoo into her hand as Sid reaches out for her waist...

At this point, you are waiting rather impatiently in your room, and finding it difficult if not impossible to concentrate on the bowling game you are playing. What is taking Alyssa so long? Shouldn’t she be done by now?

As you finish your latest game (an expensive loss), you...

start up a new game immediately.

decide to go and check on Alyssa and Sid.

“Yes,” says Alyssa, “we’re fine!”

Something in her voice sounds odd – almost like she is nervous. “Are you all right?” you ask. “What’s going on?”

Continue.

Alyssa probably does not need you to check up on her every few minutes, you think to yourself. After she is done, you can ask her how things went, but you need to learn to trust her and let her take care of herself. With a sigh, you commence your next bowling game...

In the bathroom, Alyssa is massaging Sid’s scalp with lathery hands. “You don’t need to spend quite so much time on my breasts, Sid!” she says with a nervous laugh.

Sid chuckles as he continues massaging her soapy breasts. “Probably not,” he agrees, and he moves down to her belly, sliding his hands all over her torso beneath her breasts and down to her abdomen, before moving on to her pussy. “Mmm,” he murmurs, cupping her vulva and rubbing it gently.

“Sid!” Alyssa gasps.

“What?” he inquires. “I oiled up your pussy very thoroughly; it needs a very thorough washing.”

Alyssa is not sure how to respond to this, so she simply lets him continue his sensuous massage of her pussy while she attempts to dislodge some of the chunks and tangles in his bird’s nest of a mane. It is not long before her breathing becomes heavier, and her cheeks grow very flushed.

“Now I need to do your back,” says Sid. “You’re doing my hair, so you can’t turn round; I’ll have to just reach around you.” He steps up to her, wraps his arms around her, and holds her body tightly against his as he runs his hands all over her back, from her shoulders down to her bottom. Then, grasping one buttock in each hand, he pulls her loins against his; his horizontal erection prods between her thighs, just below her pussy, and she trembles to feel it sliding back and forth against her while he undulates his loins. His hands squeeze and caress her buttocks, and his fingers explore between them.

She utters a little squeal as one fingertip presses against her anus. “Don’t touch there!” she gasps.

“Oh, but it’s dirty in there,” he chuckles. “I’ll just give it a bit of a clean.” And he begins sinking his finger inside.

“No!” she whispers.

Sid brings his other hand around in front of her, cups her pussy, and begins rubbing it. Then he reaches further back, and gently penetrates her vagina with his middle finger. “Let’s find that g-spot again, shall we...?”

“Sid, you already did this!” Alyssa moans in protest. “I don’t need another orgasm right now...”

“You might not need it,” Sid murmurs, “but do you really want me to stop...?”

His fingertip seems to be vibrating against Alyssa’s g-spot, and the finger buried in her anus is slowly sliding in and out. The sensations are intense, and Alyssa feels her knees growing weak. “Please Sid...” she gasps, but she is not totally sure what she is begging for. In an attempt to get her focus off Sid’s fingers, she renews her efforts with his hair.

In your room, you frown and cock your head. Was that a squeal you just heard from Alyssa? Did Sid do something naughty? You jump to your feet, march over to your door, and open it. You listen for further sounds, but hear nothing worrying. After waiting another few moments, you decide...

to check on Alyssa.

that maybe you misheard.

Returning to the bathroom, you knock on the door. “How’s it going in there?” you ask.

“Fine!” says Sid.

“Yes, we’re fine,” says Alyssa, sounding a little breathless. Washing Sid seems to be hard work.

“Okay then...” You shrug, then return to your bedroom, closing the door behind you.

In the bathroom, Alyssa is massaging Sid’s scalp with lathery hands. “You don’t need to spend quite so much time on my breasts, Sid!” she says with a nervous laugh.

Sid chuckles as he continues massaging her soapy breasts. “Probably not,” he agrees, and he moves down to her belly, sliding his hands all over her torso beneath her breasts and down to her abdomen, before moving on to her pussy. “Mmm,” he murmurs, cupping her vulva and rubbing it gently.

“Sid!” Alyssa gasps.

“What?” he inquires. “I oiled up your pussy very thoroughly; it needs a very thorough washing.”

Alyssa is not sure how to respond to this, so she simply lets him continue his sensuous massage of her pussy while she attempts to dislodge some of the chunks and tangles in his bird’s nest of a mane. It is not long before her breathing becomes heavier, and her cheeks grow very flushed.

“Now I need to do your back,” says Sid. “You’re doing my hair, so you can’t turn round; I’ll have to just reach around you.” He steps up to her, wraps his arms around her, and holds her body tightly against his as he runs his hands all over her back, from her shoulders down to her bottom. Then, grasping one buttock in each hand, he pulls her loins against his; his horizontal erection prods between her thighs, just below her pussy, and she trembles to feel it sliding back and forth against her while he undulates his loins. His hands squeeze and caress her buttocks, and his fingers explore between them.

She utters a little squeal as one fingertip presses against her anus. “Don’t touch there!” she gasps.

“Oh, but it’s dirty in there,” he chuckles. “I’ll just give it a bit of a clean.” And he begins sinking his finger inside.

“No!” she whispers.

Sid brings his other hand around in front of her, cups her pussy, and begins rubbing it. Then he reaches further back, and gently penetrates her vagina with his middle finger. “Let’s find that g-spot again, shall we...?”

“Sid, you already did this!” Alyssa moans in protest. “I don’t need another orgasm right now...”

“You might not need it,” Sid murmurs, “but do you really want me to stop...?”

His fingertip seems to be vibrating against Alyssa’s g-spot, and the finger buried in her anus is slowly sliding in and out. The sensations are intense, and Alyssa feels her knees growing weak. “Please Sid...” she gasps, but she is not totally sure what she is begging for. In an attempt to get her focus off Sid’s fingers, she renews her efforts with his hair.

In your room, you frown and cock your head. Was that a squeal you just heard from Alyssa? Did Sid do something naughty? You jump to your feet, march over to your door, and open it. You listen for further sounds, but hear nothing worrying. After waiting another few moments, you decide...

to check on Alyssa.

that maybe you misheard.

You knock on the bathroom door. “Alyssa, I heard a noise. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine!” Alyssa replies, sounding strange.

You purse your lips. “I’m coming in!” you say firmly. Pushing the door open, you walk into the room. The shower curtain is pulled all the way across, so you cannot see Alyssa or Sid, but you have a strong feeling that something is wrong. Walking to the end of the bathtub, you pull back the curtain a little, and peer inside.

Alyssa is standing with her back to you, her hands up on top of Sid’s head in front of her, diligently washing his tousled, lathery hair. Sid peers over her shoulder at you. “Hello Jon!” he says. “You coming in too? Might be a bit cramped with three of us.”

Alyssa turns to look back at you. “We’re fine, really,” she assures you. She looks very flushed; the water must be quite hot.

“Okay, fine, sorry to bother you,” you say, closing the curtain again and leaving the bathroom. Apparently you were worrying for no reason; a common theme this evening.

Continue.

In the bathroom, Alyssa rinses the shampoo out of Sid’s hair, while he gently fingers her vagina. “I wish you would stop that,” she says plaintively. “You already made me cum again; what do you hope to achieve?”

“Oh, I’m just having fun,” says Sid with a grin. “This is almost certainly the last opportunity I’ll ever have to play with a beautiful woman’s vagina. I’m just making the most of it. Tomorrow morning I’ll be going back to the streets, where I’ll no doubt live out the rest of my days alone and in declining health.”

This is such a tragic prediction that Alyssa finds herself feeling terribly sorry for Sid, even though he is behaving outrageously. “I’m sure there’s a better future for you than that, Sid,” she says to him kindly.

“May I ask one final favour from you, Alyssa...?” he asks hopefully. “I know I’m pushing my luck, but it would mean a lot to me.”

Alyssa purses her lips. The old man still has a finger buried inside her – a huge liberty – and yet he wants another favour! No doubt it will be something naughty. “I suppose you can ask,” she says warily. “I can’t make any promises, though.”

“Will you give me a goodnight kiss?” he asks, his eyes watering a little. “It’s been so long since I’ve had a kiss from a woman...”

“Ohh, you poor man,” Alyssa says sympathetically. “Yes, I can manage that.”

“I don’t just mean a peck on the cheek,” he adds. “I mean a proper kiss. On the mouth. With tongues.”

“Oh!” says Alyssa, shocked. “Well that’s different, Sid. I don’t think I can do that – it wouldn’t be fair to Jon. And would you please take your finger out of me?”

“Not yet,” he says with a mischievous grin. “First promise me a good long French kiss.” And he begins rapidly rubbing her g-spot again.

“Ohhh...” Alyssa gasps. “Don’t think you can get around me like that! I’m not going to betray Jon, and that’s final.”

“What if he gave his consent?” Sid asks.

“I ... suppose ... ohhh...” whispers Alyssa. “That would be okay – but I really doubt he’ll agree to it...”

“But you’ll ask him?” Sid presses her.

“Yes! I’ll ask him. Just please stop...”

“Okay, but at least try to persuade him,” says Sid. “He’s obviously going to say no at first. Promise me you’ll give it your best shot.”

“All right, I will!” says Alyssa urgently. “Please...”

“Thank you,” says Sid, finally withdrawing his finger. “Thank you Alyssa. I know I took advantage there, just a bit, and you’re a saint for putting up with me. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart.”

Alyssa blushes. “It’s not that I don’t like what you do with your fingers,” she says. “You’re very good at making me feel ... good. But you’re not giving me a massage, and I don’t think you should be fingering me without Jon knowing. I’m worried what he would say if he knew what you’ve been doing in here.”

“I’m hoping he’ll recognise there’s a precedent for it,” says Sid with a roguish grin. “Goodness knows I don’t want to upset him; he’s been very kind, taking me in and all. Anyway, the water’s getting cold now; are we done?”

“Yes I think so,” says Alyssa. She helps Sid get out of the tub, then she turns off the water. As she turns back toward the old man, however, she is alarmed to see him swaying on the spot. Just in time, she catches him as he topples forward.

“Oh dear,” Sid mutters. “Sorry, I suddenly felt a bit dizzy.”

“Are you okay?” Alyssa asks anxiously.

“I am now, I think,” says Sid. “I sort of blacked out for a moment there. Probably something to do with getting a knock on the head when the car hit me. Mild concussion, I’m guessing.”

“Oh no!” says Alyssa. “Well I really think you should go to the hospital, then! Concussions shouldn’t be taken lightly...”

“I’ll be all right,” says Sid hastily. “No hospital, please.”

You are lying on your bed when you hear the bathroom door open, and Alyssa calling your name. You jump up and go out on to the landing. Sid is emerging from the bathroom, wearing a towel around his waist. One of his arms is around Alyssa’s shoulders. Alyssa looks dry, but she is not wearing a towel. You feel conflicted as you look her naked body up and down – you are enjoying the view, but you are rather unhappy that Sid has spent more time with your naked girlfriend than you have. Not to mention touching her!

“Sid had a dizzy spell,” says Alyssa. “He thinks he may have got a concussion.”

You frown, and say, “We should get him to a hospital then, surely?”

“For crying out loud, no hospitals!” says Sid peevishly. “How many times... Look, I’ll be fine. I just ... I should probably not go to sleep for a few hours. That’s what they say, isn’t it, about concussions? Don’t go to sleep for at least six hours after the injury.”

“That means ... three o’clock in the morning!” you say. “Ugh, that’s a bit of a late night!”

“It’s a Friday night,” says Sid, amused. “What’s a three o’clock bedtime to a youngster like yourself?

“When I was eighteen, it seemed like fun,” you retort. “Nowadays I value my sleep!” You sigh. “Does one of us have to stay up with you? Or can you keep yourself awake?”

“I can try to stay awake myself,” says Sid, “but honestly, I don’t fancy my chances. I’m already feeling pretty drowsy, and if I get another dizzy spell...”

“One of us should really stay up with him,” says Alyssa earnestly. “He’ll never stay awake by himself.”

You nod. “All right,” you say. “Well, maybe we can take turns, so neither of us has to go entirely without sleep...”

“It’s only three o’clock, Jon,” says Alyssa with a smile. “We’ll have plenty of time for sleep after that. Maybe we can have a movie marathon...?”

“Sure,” you reply, though you are not sure any movie series will be able to keep you awake until three.

“I’m already sleep-deprived; I don’t think I can stay up until three,” you reply.

“Oh,” says Alyssa, “also, do you think we could wash Sid’s clothes? You have a washer-dryer, right?”

“I do,” you confirm. “Of course, no problem. I’ll get that started.”

You retrieve Sid’s clothes from the bathroom floor, and take them downstairs to the kitchen, where your washer-dryer is located. Having thrown the clothes in with detergent and fabric softener, you are about to start the machine when you hear a soft sound behind you. You turn around to see Alyssa, now wearing her panties again, entering the kitchen.

“You put panties on!” you remark with a smile.

Alyssa giggles. “I thought it was about time!” she says. “I was going to put my top on too – the new one Sid made from your old vest – but Sid persuaded me to stay topless.”

“Of course he did,” you mutter.

Alyssa looks worried. “He said you’d enjoy it if I stayed like this,” she says. “But if you don’t, I can run back upstairs now and put the top on...”

“Oh don’t get me wrong,” you say, “I love seeing you topless. I just don’t particularly like Sid seeing you topless. Or naked.”

Alyssa bites her lip. “Sorry,” she says. “I suppose he’s seen rather a lot of me, hasn’t he?”

“You can say that again,” you agree fervently.

“Okay, I’ll go and put the top on,” says Alyssa. “I’m sorry, Jon – I really thought you’d like it.” She turns to go.

“No, wait,” you say, catching her arm. “I love it – really I do. Your breasts are amazing and wonderful. I love seeing them. And I love seeing you naked. Your body ... it’s so beautiful. I just don’t like sharing the view with Sid. Maybe it’s silly of me to be so ... wait, here he comes...”

Sid is painfully making his way down the stairs. Having reached the bottom, he limps into the kitchen. “Ah, here you both are,” he says. He is still wearing just a towel. “Have you decided on a movie yet?”

“No,” you confess. “We were actually just talking about whether or not Alyssa should put a top on...”

“Oh yes?” says Sid with a grin. “I vote no.”

“What a shock,” you say wryly. “Look, I admit I like seeing Alyssa topless, and the fact that she’s actually willing to hang out like this is honestly amazing. I can’t help being a little possessive ... but I suppose I shouldn’t worry so much. I know she’s my girl...”

“I am,” says Alyssa with a smile.

“Of course you are,” says Sid. “And I’m just a very lucky old man who gets to spend a little time in your company.”

“Right,” you say, “well let me just start this going, and we’ll find a game to play.” You turn towards the washer-dryer.

“Wait,” says Sid suddenly. “Alyssa, I know I tried to keep your panties from getting oily, but it looks like I didn’t quite succeed. I can see some streaks and patches...”

“Yes, I did notice that,” says Alyssa. “They don’t feel oily though.”

You take a look for yourself, and see what Sid is talking about. “It’s barely noticeable,” you remark.

Sid grins slyly. “No, but those patches will attract dirt, and might stain if you don’t wash them quickly. You should throw them in the washing machine with my things.”

You roll your eyes. “Yes, I’m sure you’re motivated entirely by concern for Alyssa’s panties,” you say wryly. Then you chuckle, and add,

“But I suppose you might be right, and it would be a shame to see those pretty panties ruined.”

“Anyway, they’ll probably end up even dirtier if I wash them with your clothes!”

“Well, how about you stay up as long as you can, and Alyssa takes over from there?” Sid suggests.

“Or you can just go to bed when you want,” says Alyssa. “I can stay up with Sid until three.”

“I’d hoped we might go to bed together!” you say, pouting a little.

“Me too,” says Alyssa, blushing.

“I’m really sorry to mess up your plans like this,” Sid apologises.

“It’s fine,” you say, a little tight-lipped. “For now, though, I suppose we might as well try a movie marathon.”

Continue.

Alyssa’s eyes widen. “You ... want me to take them off...?”

“Well we can’t wash them while they’re on you!” says Sid, smirking. “Come on, girl, get ‘em off.”

Alyssa blushes, and looks at you for reassurance. You nod, and hold out your hand. Biting her lip, Alyssa hooks her thumbs into the sides of her panties, and tugs them down her legs, stepping out of them. She hands them to you, and you toss them into the washer-dryer. Then you start the machine going.

“Looks like I’m going to be naked for the rest of the night,” says Alyssa, with a nervous little laugh.

“Sounds fine to me!” says Sid cheerfully. “So, what movie are we watching?”

After some discussion of the available options, you settle on the Dark Knight trilogy, which neither Alyssa nor Sid has seen. “You’re going to love this,” you tell them both, as you put the blu-ray of Batman Begins in.

An hour later, both of them are thoroughly enjoying the film ... but Sid is looking increasingly uncomfortable in his armchair. Eventually you pause. “You okay, Sid?” you inquire.

“Sorry,” says Sid. “My back is hurting a bit. I think I need to lie down.”

“Oh,” you say, trying to think how to accomplish this while still getting to finish the movie. Then you brighten. “There’s a TV in my bedroom; we can continue up there if you like. You can lie on my bed ... we all can, actually. It’s big enough.”

“That sounds good,” says Alyssa, who has been hugging her knees for the past half hour. “I’m a little cold. I wouldn’t mind getting under the covers, if that’s okay.”

“Sure!” you say with a smile.

Five minutes later, the three of you have resumed watching the film in your bedroom, now lying side by side on your bed. Alyssa is in the middle, under the covers; you and Sid are lying on top, propped up on pillows. Sid is reclining more than you – he says he is more comfortable that way – but you are the first to start dozing off. Long before the end of the film, you find yourself struggling to keep your eyes open. As Gotham descends into chaos, you...

pause the movie and say, “I’m falling asleep here; I think I’m going to get ready for bed.”

pinch yourself, and try to make it to the end of the film.

“Oh I don’t think so,” says Sid. “Not if you’re using plenty of detergent. It’s dirt, not dye. Her panties will be fine.”

The thought of Alyssa being naked again is making your loins stir. You don’t like to think of Sid enjoying the view, but if you are all watching a film (and you and Alyssa are both on the sofa this time!) then he will probably not be doing much ogling. “Fair enough,” you agree.

Continue.

“Okay,” says Alyssa.

“You two can keep watching,” you tell them. “I’ve seen this plenty of times.”

You hit Play, then you go to the bathroom, brush your teeth and wash your face, and use the toilet. Then you head back to your bedroom. It now occurs to you that Alyssa and Sid will be up for hours yet, finishing this movie and watching its legendary sequel ... and you do not relish the prospect of trying to get a good night’s sleep in the same room. Pursing your lips, you pause the film again, and say,

“How’s your back, Sid? Do you think you could cope with going back downstairs?”

“I suppose I might as well sleep in the spare room tonight.”

You make it through another five minutes before dozing off again. You force your eyes open again, but it is no use; two minutes later, your eyes are closed again. You awaken to find Alyssa tapping your shoulder. “Why don’t you just bow to the inevitable,” she suggests, “and get yourself ready for bed?”

“That’s probably a good idea,” you admit. You sit up, and swing your legs off the side of the bed. “You two can keep watching; I’ve seen this plenty of times.”

You leave the room and go to the bathroom, where you brush your teeth, wash your face, and use the toilet. Then you head back to your bedroom. It now occurs to you that Alyssa and Sid will be up for hours yet, finishing this movie and watching its legendary sequel ... and you do not relish the prospect of trying to get a good night’s sleep in the same room. Pursing your lips, you pause the film again, and say,

“How’s your back, Sid? Do you think you could cope with going back downstairs?”

“I suppose I might as well sleep in the spare room tonight.”

Sid grimaces. “I don’t think so, mate. But if you want to sleep, we can just stop the movie here and I can go and lie down in the other room.”

“There’s no TV in there though,” you say. “I’d like you to be able to see the rest of the film. And the sequel! You just have to see Heath Ledger’s performance.”

Sid chuckles. “All right, but I don’t think I can cope with that armchair down there for another three hours.”

You sigh. There is another option. “I suppose,” you say reluctantly, “I’ll just have to sleep in the spare room tonight.”

Continue.

“Are you sure?” says Sid in surprise. “I hate to kick you out of your own room...”

“It’s okay,” you say with a shrug. “I want you both to see The Dark Knight.”

“I’ll come and join you at three o’clock,” says Alyssa.

You nod happily.

“That’s only a single bed, Jon,” says Sid. “By three o’clock you’ll be sprawled across it and there won’t be room for Alyssa, surely? I know you want to share a bed together; but you’ll be fast asleep and won’t be able to enjoy it. Alyssa might as well spend the rest of the night here, in relative comfort.”

You do not like this idea at all. Frowning, you say,

“Sorry Sid, but I just don’t trust you to behave yourself, with Alyssa asleep next to you.”

“She’s supposed to be sleeping with me, Sid, not you!”

“Is that what you think of me?” asks Sid in dismay. “Jeez, Jon, I’m not a rapist!”

“I didn’t mean to imply that you are,” you say hastily. “I just thought, with a beautiful naked woman sleeping next to you, temptation might get the better of you...”

“I wouldn’t rape her, Jon!” says Sid, offended. “Or molest her in her sleep.” He turns to Alyssa. “You don’t think I’d do that, do you?”

Alyssa shakes her head. “No, I really don’t,” she says.

“All right,” you say. “I apologise, Sid.”

“How about you let Alyssa decide where she wants to sleep?” Sid inquires. “If she wants to sleep here, she can. If she’d rather squeeze in with you, she can do that. If she wants to take a blanket downstairs and sleep on the couch, she can do that instead.”

“All right, that sounds reasonable,” you say with a sigh. “Alyssa, see how you feel at three o’clock, I suppose.”

“Okay,” says Alyssa. “Goodnight then, Jon. Hopefully tomorrow morning we can ... you know...”

You nod. “Yes please! I’m bummed it didn’t work out for tonight, but I’m glad I got to see you naked at least!”

Alyssa giggles, and pulls the covers down so you can see her breasts.

“Lovely!” you say happily. “Goodnight Alyssa.” You lean down, and kiss her on the lips.

“Goodnight Jon,” she replies.

“Goodnight Sid!” you say. “I hope you’re feeling a bit better in the morning.”

“Me too!” says Sid. “Goodnight, Jon.”

You leave the room, head to the spare room, and undress down to your jockey shorts. As you climb into bed, there is a knock at the door. “Hello?” you say.

Alyssa enters, looking a little sheepish. “Hi,” she says. “I ... I have to ask you something...”

“Yes?” you say with an encouraging smile. “Ask away.”

“Sid wants a goodnight kiss,” she says, staring down at the floor. “I promised him I would ask you.”

“I don’t want to give Sid a goodnight kiss,” you reply gravely.

Alyssa stares at you, then bursts out laughing. Her breasts jiggle delightfully as her shoulders shake. “No, not from you!” she says. “From me.”

“Yes, I assumed so,” you say with a chuckle. “Well, I suppose it’s not a huge deal, compared with everything else he’s done with you...”

Alyssa bites her lip. “He means ... a proper kiss. A French kiss.”

Your eyes widen, and you reply,

“No! Absolutely not.”

“Good grief – really?”

“I understand that, Jon,” says Sid sympathetically. “But this bed is made for two, and the other one isn’t. If you really want to sleep with Alyssa, then I’ll go to the spare room...”

“No,” you sigh, “I do want you to finish these two films. I suppose the spare bed is a little cramped for two...”

“Well, how about you let Alyssa decide where she wants to sleep?” Sid inquires. “If she wants to sleep here, she can. If she’d rather squeeze in with you, she can do that. If she wants to take a blanket downstairs and sleep on the couch, she can do that instead.”

“All right, that sounds reasonable,” you say with a sigh. “Alyssa, see how you feel at three o’clock, I suppose.”

“Okay,” says Alyssa. “Goodnight then, Jon. Hopefully tomorrow morning we can ... you know...”

You nod. “Yes please! I’m bummed it didn’t work out for tonight, but I’m glad I got to see you naked at least!”

Alyssa giggles, and pulls the covers down so you can see her breasts.

“Lovely!” you say happily. “Goodnight Alyssa.” You lean down, and kiss her on the lips.

“Goodnight Jon,” she replies.

“Goodnight Sid!” you say. “I hope you’re feeling a bit better in the morning.”

“Me too!” says Sid. “Goodnight, Jon.”

You leave the room, head to the spare room, and undress down to your jockey shorts. As you climb into bed, there is a knock at the door. “Hello?” you say.

Alyssa enters, looking a little sheepish. “Hi,” she says. “I ... I have to ask you something...”

“Yes?” you say with an encouraging smile. “Ask away.”

“Sid wants a goodnight kiss,” she says, staring down at the floor. “I promised him I would ask you.”

“I don’t want to give Sid a goodnight kiss,” you reply gravely.

Alyssa stares at you, then bursts out laughing. Her breasts jiggle delightfully as her shoulders shake. “No, not from you!” she says. “From me.”

“Yes, I assumed so,” you say with a chuckle. “Well, I suppose it’s not a huge deal, compared with everything else he’s done with you...”

Alyssa bites her lip. “He means ... a proper kiss. A French kiss.”

Your eyes widen, and you reply,

“No! Absolutely not.”

“Good grief – really?”

Alyssa clasps her hands in front of her pussy. “It’s not like I want to,” she says awkwardly. “But ... as he pointed out, after tonight he’s going back out on the street. He’ll probably be there until he dies. He’ll most likely never again get to kiss a woman, see a woman naked, or anything else like that. He’s got nothing to look forward to. I know it’s a lot to ask – of me as well as of you – but I feel so sorry for him. It won’t really cost me anything, and it’ll be a nice memory for him to hold on to on the cold nights ahead.”

“Ugh!” you say. “When you put it like that, I do feel awfully sorry for him. But I also think he has plenty of nice memories of you already!”

“That’s true,” Alyssa agrees. “Then again, that was all one-way contact. A kiss is more ... reciprocal. I think it would probably be a more special memory.”

You regard her curiously. “Well, it’s your mouth. I’d personally feel rather sick if I had to kiss him ... or, well, let’s say if I had to kiss an equivalent old woman. Maybe if I felt sorry enough for her ... but heck, Alyssa, that’s quite a sacrifice on your part!”

“I’m willing to make it ... but only with your approval,” she says.

You nod. “You have my approval ... and my sympathies! I really hope he appreciates it.”

“I’m sure he will,” says Alyssa. “Thanks Jon; you’re a kind man. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” you say to her with a slightly wistful smile. Then, once she has left, you switch off your light and close your eyes.

Oddly enough, though, now that you are lying down in comfort, you are not feeling quite as sleepy as you were when watching the film. Rolling over on to your side, you decide...

to play on your phone for a bit.

to have a quick wank.

just to wait until you fall asleep.

Alyssa nods. “I know it sounds gross, but I feel sorry for him, and I think it’ll be a nice memory for him when he has to go back on to the streets.”

“I think he’s had a few nice memories of you already!” you remark.

“That’s true,” Alyssa agrees. “Then again, that was all one-way contact. A kiss is more ... reciprocal. I think it would probably be a more special memory.”

You regard her curiously. “Well, it’s your mouth. I’d personally feel rather sick if I had to kiss him ... or, well, let’s say if I had to kiss an equivalent old woman. Maybe if I felt sorry enough for her ... but heck, Alyssa, that’s quite a sacrifice on your part!”

“I’m willing to make it ... but only with your approval,” she says.

You nod. “You have my approval ... and my sympathies! I really hope he appreciates it.”

“I’m sure he will,” says Alyssa. “Thanks Jon; you’re a kind man. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” you say to her with a slightly wistful smile. Then, once she has left, you switch off your light and close your eyes.

Oddly enough, though, now that you are lying down in comfort, you are not feeling quite as sleepy as you were when watching the film. Rolling over on to your side, you decide...

to play on your phone for a bit.

to have a quick wank.

just to wait until you fall asleep.

You play your bowling game for a few minutes, but the effort of holding up your phone and raising your eyes to look at the screen soon becomes too wearisome. When your phone slips out of your hand and flops on to the pillow next to you, you decide it is time to call it a night. Putting your phone on the bedside table, you close your eyes, and soon drift off to sleep...

Across the landing in your own bedroom, Sid and Alyssa finish watching Batman Begins. “That was brilliant!” says Sid. “I keep hearing about all these superhero films they’re making nowadays – are they all that good?”

“No,” says Alyssa. “I’m mostly familiar with the Marvel movies – the Avengers, Iron Man and so on – and some of them are very good. But this ... I don’t know ... it just felt more like a piece of art, you know?”

Sid nods. He looks at the clock. “Almost midnight,” he says. “How are you feeling? Can you face another film? I must admit I’m curious to see The Dark Knight; the way Jon was talking, it sounds even better than the one we just watched.”

“Sure!” says Alyssa. “I’m up for it.”

They watch The Dark Knight.

Afterwards, Alyssa yawns. “Well that was another great film!” she says. “Heath Ledger ... wow.”

“Amazing,” Sid agrees. “What a performance! What a film!”

“I think I still prefer the first one,” says Alyssa, “but only just. My goodness – two fantastic films! I wish we had time for the third one.”

Sid chuckles. “I don’t think either of us would stay awake through it,” he says. “I’m amazed I made it through this one. Thank you for prodding me when I needed it.”

“You’re welcome,” says Alyssa. “But look – it’s only 2:25. What are we going to do for the next half hour or so?”

“Get ready for bed?” Sid suggests. Then he grins. “I could give you another massage...”

Alyssa laughs. “I still haven’t recovered from the last one. I wish I could massage as well as you do!”

“There’s no reason why you can’t,” says Sid with a shrug. “It’s not a hard skill to learn. And I’m sure Jon would appreciate it!”

“I’m sure he would,” says Alyssa. “I’d love to be able to give him a similar experience to the one you gave me.”

Sid shrugs. “We have half an hour. Why don’t I teach you?”

Alyssa stares at him. “Really?”

“Sure!” says Sid. “I may never get a chance to use my skills again. Might as well pass on my knowledge.”

“That would be great!” says Alyssa happily.

“I think the baby oil’s still in the other room,” says Sid. “Can you fetch it without disturbing Jon?”

“I’m sure I can,” says Alyssa. “If he wakes up, though, I’ll ask him if he wants to come here and let you take the spare bed. Then he and I can sleep together!”

“I hope he doesn’t wake up,” says Sid with a wry grin.

Alyssa giggles. “I’m sure you do,” she says. “Well I’m not going to go out of my way to wake him; we’ll just have to see what happens.”

She climbs out of bed, and walks naked to the door. “I’m going to get ready for bed first,” she says. “Just in case the massage sends me to sleep! I’ll get the baby oil afterwards.”

“Okay,” says Sid.

Opening the door, Alyssa heads downstairs to fetch her toothpaste and toothbrush from her bag. Returning upstairs, she enters the bathroom, and gets herself ready for bed. Leaving her toothbrush and toothpaste next to the basin, she leaves the room, walks quietly down the landing, and opens the door of the spare bedroom. By the light from the landing, she tiptoes over to the bedside table, where the bottle of baby oil is sitting. In the semi-darkness she can see you lying on your side, facing toward her with your eyes closed and your mouth slightly open.

As she steps on a creaky floorboard, you stir,

and murmur groggily, “Is that you, Alyssa...?”

roll over on to your back, and then begin to snore.

You begin to masturbate, tugging on your semi-erect cock as you fantasise about Alyssa giving you a blowjob under your desk at work, while you enter information to update the sales forecast spreadsheet. But then you remember, with a scowl of frustration, that you do not keep a box of tissues in this room. You have nothing with which to clean up your ejaculate afterwards.

Grumpily, you tuck your cock back inside your underwear, and roll on to your side.

Continue.

Fortunately your brain really is very tired. Once you have closed your eyes, you soon drift off to sleep...

Across the landing in your own bedroom, Sid and Alyssa finish watching Batman Begins. “That was brilliant!” says Sid. “I keep hearing about all these superhero films they’re making nowadays – are they all that good?”

“No,” says Alyssa. “I’m mostly familiar with the Marvel movies – the Avengers, Iron Man and so on – and some of them are very good. But this ... I don’t know ... it just felt more like a piece of art, you know?”

Sid nods. He looks at the clock. “Almost midnight,” he says. “How are you feeling? Can you face another film? I must admit I’m curious to see The Dark Knight; the way Jon was talking, it sounds even better than the one we just watched.”

“Sure!” says Alyssa. “I’m up for it.”

They watch The Dark Knight.

Afterwards, Alyssa rubs her tired eyes. “Well that was another great film!” she says. “Heath Ledger ... wow.”

“Amazing,” Sid agrees. “What a performance! What a film!”

“I think I still prefer the first one,” says Alyssa, “but only just. My goodness – two fantastic films! I wish we had time for the third one.”

Sid chuckles. “I don’t think either of us would stay awake through it,” he says. “I’m amazed I made it through this one. Thank you for prodding me when I needed it.”

“You’re welcome,” says Alyssa. “But look – it’s only 2:25. What are we going to do for the next half hour or so?”

“Get ready for bed?” Sid suggests. Then he grins. “I could give you another massage...”

Alyssa laughs. “I still haven’t recovered from the last one. I wish I could massage as well as you do!”

“There’s no reason why you can’t,” says Sid with a shrug. “It’s not a hard skill to learn. And I’m sure Jon would appreciate it!”

“I’m sure he would,” says Alyssa. “I’d love to be able to give him a similar experience to the one you gave me.”

Sid shrugs. “We have half an hour. Why don’t I teach you?”

Alyssa stares at him. “Really?”

“Sure!” says Sid. “I may never get a chance to use my skills again. Might as well pass on my knowledge.”

“That would be great!” says Alyssa happily.

“I think the baby oil’s still in the other room,” says Sid. “Can you fetch it without disturbing Jon?”

“I’m sure I can,” says Alyssa. “If he wakes up, though, I’ll ask him if he wants to come here and let you take the spare bed. Then he and I can sleep together!”

“I hope he doesn’t wake up,” says Sid with a wry grin.

Alyssa giggles. “I’m sure you do,” she says. “Well I’m not going to go out of my way to wake him; we’ll just have to see what happens.”

She climbs out of bed, and walks naked to the door. “I’m going to get ready for bed first,” she says. “Just in case the massage sends me to sleep! I’ll get the baby oil afterwards.”

“Okay,” says Sid.

Opening the door, Alyssa heads downstairs to fetch her toothpaste and toothbrush from her bag. Returning upstairs, she enters the bathroom, and gets herself ready for bed. Leaving her toothbrush and toothpaste next to the basin, she leaves the room, walks quietly down the landing, and opens the door of the spare bedroom. By the light from the landing, she tiptoes over to the bedside table, where the bottle of baby oil is sitting. In the semi-darkness she can see you lying on your side, facing toward her with your eyes closed and your mouth slightly open.

As she steps on a creaky floorboard, you stir,

and murmur groggily, “Is that you, Alyssa...?”

roll over on to your back, and then begin to snore.

Alyssa pauses. “Yes, Jon, it’s me,” she whispers. “We finished our movies. I just need to keep Sid up another half hour, but I can do that in here. Do you want to come to bed in your own room? I can join you in half an hour...”

“Oil on the sheets,” you mumble. “Deal with it in the morning...” A moment later, you begin to snore.

Continue.

Alyssa waits for a moment, then she sighs, and picks up the baby oil. “Goodnight, Jon,” she whispers, and she bends down and kisses your forehead.

Returning to your bedroom, she holds up the bottle. “Got it,” she says.

Sid grins. “Okay, lie down on your front.”

“Aren’t I supposed to be massaging you...?” Alyssa inquires.

“Oh, we’ll get to that,” says Sid. “But to understand where the muscle groups are, you need to feel them yourself.”

“Okay,” says Alyssa. “We’ll both need another shower after this though!”

“Maybe we can take another shower together in the morning,” says Sid with a grin.

“I don’t think Jon will be very happy about that,” says Alyssa with a chuckle, “but we’ll see.” She lies down on her front, and closes her eyes.

Sid begins massaging her, talking about the various muscles in her back, and how they are connected. He moves on to her neck next, then her arms, and then her bottom. But as he massages her left buttock with his left hand, he slides his right between her legs, and begins oiling up her pussy.

“Sid...” Alyssa murmurs. “That’s not my bottom...”

“That’s true,” he says. “But I thought you would enjoy it anyway...”

Alyssa, by now in a deep state of relaxation, has no energy to protest. “It’s lovely,” she says. “But I really do want you to teach me. And Jon has different anatomy down there.”

“All right,” says Sid reluctantly, and he proceeds to talk her through a leg massage.

Afterwards, Sid removes his towel, the two of them swap places, and Alyssa does her best to massage Sid’s back. “Not bad,” he says encouragingly. “For a first time, you’re doing well. Try to spread out the pressure, though – you don’t want to dig your fingers in quite so much.”

“Okay,” says Alyssa.

“Very good!” says Sid, when she has finished massaging his legs. “Now let’s do your front.”

This starts out well, with Sid pointing out muscle groups in her chest and abdomen, but the breast massage goes on unnecessarily long ... and later, after he pulls her knees wide apart in order to massage her groin muscles in tandem, he embarks on a pussy massage that soon turns into a gentle and prolonged finger-fucking.

“This isn’t really helping me learn!” Alyssa gasps, but she does nothing to stop him.

“On the contrary,” says Sid. “Knowing how this should feel will help you guide Jon in the correct technique when he does this for you himself.”

“I suppose that’s true,” Alyssa concedes. “But isn’t there something to be said for letting us figure out some of these things together?”

“There is,” Sid agrees, “but that’s a double-edged sword. Getting things wrong at the beginning can do lasting damage. I once went out with a girl who broke up with her first boyfriend because their first time having sex was so bad.”

“Oh no!” says Alyssa, opening her eyes and looking genuinely concerned. “Really?”

Sid withdraws his finger, and sits down next to her. “Yes,” he says, “it can happen that way. Your first time having sex together is bound to be a memorable experience, for good or bad, and if it’s bad, that can taint the entire relationship. It’s especially risky when both partners are virgins. I don’t know if...”

“I am,” says Alyssa, closing her knees together and straightening her legs out. “Jon isn’t, but he’s not very experienced ... and his first time was pretty bad.”

“Why? What happened?” asks Sid.

“The girl he was doing it with...” begins Alyssa, but then she shakes her head. “Actually, I shouldn’t tell you. It’s not fair to Jon.”

Sid nods. “Understood,” he says. “But it sounds like the two of you are at some risk for things going wrong. I can help with that, if you like. Help things go smoothly for your first time with Jon, so it can be a wonderful experience that will set you on a path to a wonderful sex life.”

“Yes please!” says Alyssa. “I really want it to go well with Jon. Anything you can do to help...”

Sid smiles. “I’m more than happy to help,” he says. “And I think the first thing I should do ... is take your virginity.”

Alyssa gasps. “What?” she exclaims in alarm. “No! You can’t do that, Sid! Don’t be silly!”

“Why not?” Sid asks politely.

“Because ... I’m Jon’s girlfriend!” says Alyssa, rather bemused that the question was even being asked. “I should lose my virginity to him! I don’t want to have sex with anyone else!”

“Okay,” says Sid, nodding. “I understand that girls are taught that their virginity is precious, that they should save it for someone special, and so on and so on. Let me let you into a little secret, Alyssa. That’s all bullshit. Virginity is a bogus concept. Nothing about you changes fundamentally as a result of you having sex for the first time. Yes, there’s the whole breaking of the hymen thing, but that can happen long before you have sex, and for all sorts of reasons. I noticed that yours is already broken.”

“What?” says Alyssa anxiously. “So I’m not a virgin?”

“You are if you haven’t had sex before,” says Sid. “My point is, having sex the first time changes nothing about you that matters. Physically, it’s no different from having sex for the fourth time, or for the hundredth. If I have sex with you, that won’t invalidate the experience of having sex with Jon for the first time. It’ll just – hopefully – mean that you’ll be less nervous, more confident, more informed ... and more able to cope with any hang-ups on his end. It will make your experience with him better – I guarantee it.”

Alyssa is flabbergasted. This perspective had never occurred to her before. “But I still shouldn’t be having sex with someone else while in a relationship with Jon!” she insists. “Surely that’s a basic rule of relationships!”

Sid nods. “Ordinarily, yes. But rules are only useful if they’re beneficial. Here’s an example. Stealing is wrong, yes?”

“Of course,” says Alyssa.

“But what if your family is starving, and the only way to save them is to steal a couple of loaves of bread from a supermarket?” Sid asks. “Sure, that’s still against the law. But is it morally wrong?”

“That’s a grey area,” Alyssa admits. “I’m sure the supermarket would want to help out, though, if they knew how desperate I was.”

“That’s missing the point, a bit,” says Sid with a chuckle. “Okay, how about killing? If you had a gun, would you shoot a man who was about to kill a child?”

“Yes,” Alyssa admits. “But Sid, these are very extreme situations. The stakes are rather less high with me and Jon.”

“True,” Sid agrees, “but likewise, the crime is less great. It’s not even a crime. And morally, it could even be the right thing to do. What if you future happiness with Jon depends on it?”

“I don’t know that, though,” says Alyssa doubtfully.

“You don’t ... but I think you are concerned about how your first time with Jon will affect your relationship,” says Sid. “And I think you’re right to be. With just a little experience, you could go a long way to ensuring the success of that first time, and building a solid foundation for your lives together.”

“But ... I don’t think I could keep that a secret from him!” says Alyssa plaintively. “A couple shouldn’t have secrets, right?”

“Of course they should!” says Sid. “Being part of a couple doesn’t mean you should give up your individuality. You need your own space, your own thoughts, your own interests, and yes, your own secrets. Share plenty of yourself, sure – but keep some things to yourself. Otherwise you’ll find yourself starting to lose your own identity.”

“Gosh,” says Alyssa, her thoughts awhirl. Then she gasps, as Sid pulls her knees apart, and thrusts his finger back inside her. “Ohhh ... that makes it rather hard to think, Sid...”

Sid oils up his erection with one hand, while stroking her g-spot with the other. “Think of it this way, then,” he says. “This will level the playing field. Jon’s had sex; now you’ll have had sex too. That’s more fair, isn’t it?” He lies down on top of her, and positions his cock just in front of her pussy. Withdrawing his finger, he slowly presses forward.

Alyssa panics as she feels her vaginal opening begin to dilate around the bulbous head of Sid’s penis. “Wait!” she says urgently. She tries to close her thighs, but Sid’s torso is now holding them apart.

“For what?” he asks, gently pushing his well-lubricated election inside her.

“You’re not wearing a condom!” Alyssa gasps. “I’m not on the pill! Jon was going to wear a condom.”

“For your first time,” says Sid softly, “you shouldn’t do it with a condom. Experience it the natural way – the way humans have experienced sex throughout the ages. You don’t want an artificial latex barrier ruining it.” He reaches her cervix, and begins thrusting slowly.

“Oh dear!” Alyssa groans anxiously.

In the room opposite, you start suddenly, and open your eyes blearily. For a moment you are disoriented, but then you remember where you are, and why. It occurs to you that you should check on Alyssa and Sid, but your limbs feel terribly heavy. As your eyes slowly close again,

you force yourself to sit up.

you think to yourself, ‘I’ll get up in a minute...’

With a great effort, you sit up, and then you climb out of bed. Stumbling across the floor, you leave the spare room, and cross the landing to your own room. You can hear muffled squealing inside, and you push the door open.

When you see the old man on top of your beloved Alyssa, you...

shout “Hey! What’s going on here?”

march forward and pull them physically apart.

In just a few seconds, you are once again fast asleep.

In the other room, Alyssa clutches Sid’s shoulders as he thrusts inside her with increasing vigour. “Oh gosh!” she gasps, her eyes wide.

“So this is sex,” says Sid. “You can get way more creative with it, but this is your basic missionary position. What do you think?”

“I’m very worried about Jon finding out!” Alyssa says breathily. “And about getting pregnant! But it does feel ... very good...”

“I think my sperm is a little past its sell-by date,” Sid chuckles. “I wouldn’t worry too much about pregnancy. And if Jon does find out and gets upset about it, I’m happy to take the full blame. We’ll tell him I talked you into it, just like I talked you into getting naked. And, if you think about it, you never actually gave me permission, did you?”

“That’s true, I didn’t!” says Alyssa, brightening a little.

“So you can’t really blame yourself, and neither can Jon,” says Sid. “Just relax, and enjoy the experience. Does it hurt much? The first time can hurt.”

“A little, at the beginning,” Alyssa admits. “But not now. Now it just feels ... ohh ... really wonderful!”

“Wrap your legs around my bank,” Sid instructs her, and she does so. “When Jon fucks you, he’ll probably climax pretty quickly if he’s not careful. Don’t be too hard on him for that; an inexperienced cock is an excitable organ. But he can delay his climax by slowing down, or even stopping for a while, in order to cool down.”

Alyssa nods. “Okay,” she says.

“Dirty talk is fun,” says Sid, “but only use it if he’s struggling to get hard, or having trouble reaching his climax. If he’s trying to hold out for as long as possible, dirty talk is counterproductive.”

“What sort of dirty talk?” Alyssa asks.

“Well that depends on what he likes to hear,” says Sid. “You’ll learn his particular quirks soon enough. It can be as simple as ‘Oh yes, I can feel you deep inside me’, or ‘I can’t wait to feel your hot cum shooting into me’ ... or you can tap into his favourite fetishes. Like if he has a schoolgirl/teacher thing, you can say, ‘I’m sorry I didn’t finish my homework in time; I deserve this punishment. Punish me as hard as you like!’ Or if he likes the idea of doing it in public, you might whisper, ‘Oh no! Those people are looking at us! What if they call the police?’”

“Wow ... okay,” pants Alyssa. “So ... how long is this supposed to last?”

“For as long as the two of you want it to last,” says Sid. “For as long as you’re both having fun. That might be longer for you than for him – he’ll be keen to get to his climax – but he’ll learn that delaying a climax can be more rewarding in the end. For example, if it lasts longer, you can experiment with different positions. Let’s try one now.” He pulls out of her, and pushes himself up into a kneeling position. “Get on your hands and knees, facing away from me.”

Alyssa hesitates, then she sits up and turns around. “Like this?” she asks.

Sid pushes her knees apart a bit, then he thrusts his cock back inside her. “This is doggy style,” he says. “Slightly more adventurous than missionary, and quite fun.”

“Ohhh,” gasps Alyssa. “I like it...”

After a minute or so, Sid pulls out again, and lies down on his back. “Now for one where you do the work,” he says. “Climb on top, straddling me, and lower yourself on my cock.”

Alyssa does so, shivering as she sits down and feels Sid’s erection going up inside her. “What’s this called?”

“Cowgirl,” says Sid. “You can sit the other way, if you like – that would be reverse cowgirl.”

After she has been bouncing up and down for a minute or so, however, Sid tries to sit up. “Stay on me,” he says, struggling a little. “Ugh, bit of pain, sorry. I can’t remember the name of this one, but I like it. Nice and intimate.” He grins. “Hey, how about giving me that goodnight kiss...?”

Alyssa, her cheeks very flushed, pauses in her bouncing. Letting herself settle down so that Sid’s cock slides all the way inside her, she says, “Um ... now?”

Sid nods, and takes hold of her breasts in his hands. “Can’t think of a better time. Put your arms around my neck, and kiss me.”

“I suppose Jon did agree to this,” says Alyssa, trying to reassure herself. She puts her arms around Sid, then leans in and presses her lips against his. She opens her mouth, and feels his tongue snake in to entwine with hers. Breathing heavily through her nose as she French-kisses the old man, she raises her pelvis and then lowers it, again and again, enjoying the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of her.

The kiss lasts over a minute. Then Alyssa breaks free, and starts bouncing more vigorously. “Oh Sid ... I think I love sex...” she pants.

“Good!” he says. “But I’m getting close to orgasm. Lie down on your back; I’d like to get back into the missionary position. I can’t wait to fill your womb with my cum!”

Alyssa lies down, her thighs spread wide. “Do you have to cum inside?” she asks nervously. “I’ve heard of rich old men having children with their young trophy wives; I’m not sure there’s an age limit on sperm...”

“It’ll be okay,” he murmurs reassuringly as he slides back into her. “You want the full experience, don’t you? You want to feel my semen shooting inside you?”

Alyssa shivers. “I ... suppose so...”

“Then ask for it,” Sid instructs her. “Ask me to cum inside you. Ask me to fill you with my sperm.”

“Ohhh!” Alyssa moans. “Yes, Sid, do it. Fill me with your sperm. Cum inside me!”

Her voice carries across the landing and into the spare room, where it...

rouses you to wakefulness.

causes your eyelids to flutter, but fails to wake you.

The old man turns around, grinning, and you gasp in shock. It is your father! “Hello, Jon,” he says. “I thought I’d come over and have my way with your girlfriend. You don’t mind, do you?”

Alyssa leans to one side so she can see you. “He’s got a lovely big cock!” she says. “Much bigger than yours. And he’s so good with it!”

“But ... she’s my girlfriend!” you wail. “Dad, how could you?”

Your mother appears by your side. “He’s just breaking her in,” she says, patting your arm. “Don’t worry, he’s not going to steal her away from you.”

“Mum!” you gasp.

“Yippee!” cries your father, as he thrusts extra hard, his body going rigid.

“Oh yes!” Alyssa shrieks.

Then you notice the judges sitting alongside the bed. They hold up cards which read ‘9 8’, ‘9 6’, ‘9 6’, ‘9 7’. “Ooh, very good scores,” says your mother approvingly.

Your head swims, and you fall down on the floor, startling yourself awake so hard that your head jerks off the pillow. “Oh thank goodness!” you mutter. “Just a dream.” Feeling very relieved, you lower your head back down.

Continue.

As you pull the old man off Alyssa, he turns around and smiles at you. You gasp in horror; it is your father!

“Hello Jon,” he says. “No need to be so rough; I’m only fucking your girlfriend.”

“Please let him finish,” says Alyssa. “It feels so good!”

“But why ... why are you ... what?!” you stammer.

“It’s quite simple,” says your father. “You see, son, when two people love each other – like me and your girlfriend – they like to get as close to each other as possible in bed. And the man puts his titanic member inside the woman, and thrusts...”

“Oh, the thrusting!” Alyssa sighs happily. “I love that part.”

“Come on, Jon, help me climax,” says your father. “I’ll need you to stick your finger up my bottom...”

“Ewww, Dad, no!” you say, gagging.

Your father sighs. “All right. Alyssa, you’d better do it.”

“It’ll be my pleasure,” says Alyssa, reaching around behind your father’s old, flabby bottom.

You have to get out of here! You try to turn, but your feet have sunk into the floor. Toppling forward, you come crashing down ... and startle yourself awake so hard that your head jerks off the pillow. “Oh thank goodness!” you mutter. “Just a dream.” Feeling very relieved, you lower your head back down.

Continue.

Not knowing what has awakened you, you turn over and move your head to a cooler part of the pillow. This feels nice, and your lips twitch in a half- smile as you drift off to sleep again...

Continue.

In your bedroom, Sid groans as he thrusts deep, his body spasming as semen pours from the end of his cock, flooding over Alyssa’s cervix. Another thrust, and even more semen spurts out. Again and again Sid hammers his cock inside your girlfriend, emptying his balls and filling her vagina with his cum. Afterwards, he lies on top of her for a while, panting.

Alyssa is panting too, having climaxed herself just before Sid. “That was amazing!” she gasps. “Oh I can’t wait to do that with Jon! Do you think I’m ready?”

Sid takes a few moments to respond. “Honestly?” he says. “I’d wait a bit. I loved your enthusiasm, but it might be a little overwhelming for Jon. A few more lessons like that, though, and you’ll be more assured and confident in what you’re doing.”

“Oh,” says Alyssa, sounding a little disappointed. “You ... you want to give me more lessons?”

“I’d love to,” says Sid. “But in the morning I’ll be getting back to the streets. I’ll probably never see you again.”

“Ohh, that just wouldn’t be right!” says Alyssa. “I don’t like to think of you being all alone and homeless!”

“It’s okay,” he says. “I’ve survived this long. And the memory of your sweet vagina wrapped around my cock will keep me happy for whatever years I’ve got left.” He rolls off her, his penis slipping out of her, and lies down beside her. “Mind if I cuddle you for a bit?” he asks.

“Let’s get under the covers first,” says Alyssa. “But yes, I don’t see why not. Just make sure you stop and move over before the morning. I’d hate for Jon to come in and find us asleep and snuggled up together!”

Sid chuckles. “I don’t think that’ll be a problem,” he says. “I move a lot in my sleep.”

They get beneath the covers, and Sid switches the light off. Then he snuggles up to Alyssa, putting his arm around her waist. A few minutes later, he moves his hand up to her left breast, and gently massages it for a while, until he falls asleep. Alyssa drifts off shortly afterwards...

The next morning, you wake up in the spare bedroom, and get out of bed. Leaving the room while rubbing your eyes, you decide that the first thing you should do is to...

check on Sid and Alyssa.

go to the bathroom.

You walk into your bedroom, and find Sid and Alyssa fast asleep next to each other. Both are no doubt still naked, which makes you rather uncomfortable ... but you know they had to stay up very late, and you feel you should probably let them continue to sleep for a while. Leaving the room and closing the door quietly behind you, you go to the bathroom.

Heading downstairs, you make yourself some tea, then eat your daily bowl of Frosties in front of the television. It is just after seven o’clock.

Two hours later, you decide...

to wake up your girlfriend and her naked sleeping partner.

to give them another hour.

You go to the bathroom, use the toilet, and flush it when you are done. This makes such a noise that you think perhaps you might have woken up Sid and Alyssa. Goo to your bedroom, you open the door and peek in. Sid and Alyssa are still fast asleep and lying next to each other beneath the covers. They are no doubt both still naked, which bothers you a lot, but they had a very late night and you feel you should probably let them sleep a while longer.

Heading downstairs, you make yourself some tea, then eat your daily bowl of Frosties in front of the television. It is just after seven o’clock.

Two hours later, you decide...

to wake up your girlfriend and her naked sleeping partner.

to give them another hour.

You go upstairs, and knock on your bedroom door. “Good morning!” you say. “It’s nine o’clock.”

Inside, Alyssa wakes up to find herself lying on her side, with Sid immediately behind her, his arm around her waist and his cock sandwiched between her buttocks. “Sid!” she hisses urgently.

“Hmmm?” he murmurs.

“We’ll be up soon!” says Alyssa.

“Okay,” you reply. “I’ll see you downstairs in a bit.” You trot down the stairs and sit down in the living room.

Alyssa can feel Sid’s erection growing. Then she gasps as he presses it against her vaginal opening. “Not now,” she whispers. “Are you crazy?”

“I thought I could show you another position,” says Sid, slowing easing himself inside her. He reaches between her legs and begins stroking her pussy. “Don’t worry; we won’t make much noise.”

The baby oil has long since worn off or soaked in, and penetration is not as easy without it, but fortunately Alyssa is quite wet, and getting wetter, so after a little gentle thrusting, Sid manages to bury himself fully inside her.

“Oh gosh,” groans Alyssa, fearing discovery. “Please don’t be too vigorous, Sid – I don’t want the bed squeaking.”

“Right you are,” he replies, and he proceeds to fuck her in the most unhurried, leisurely way imaginable. After ten minutes, Alyssa convulses suddenly in a delicious orgasm, but Sid seems nowhere close to his own.

“We need to get up,” says Alyssa nervously. “I’m sure Jon’s probably waiting for us.”

Sid speeds up his thrusting. “Okay, but just a minute...”

“Don’t cum inside me again please,” says Alyssa. “I’m really worried about getting pregnant...”

“Shhh, it’ll be fine,” grunts Sid, hammering his cock into her with rapid strokes. A few moments later, he groans as he unleashes a torrent of fresh semen deep inside her.

“Oh gosh!” gasps Alyssa. “Such a nice feeling – but I really wish you hadn’t done that...”

Sid grins. “Sorry,” he says, massaging her right breast as his softening cock continues to ooze semen from its tip.

Alyssa feels dirty, in more ways than one. “I need a shower,” she says.

“So have one,” says Sid. “I need one too. We can shower together.”

“I don’t think so!” says Alyssa. “Not again.”

“But you’ll use up all the water!” says Sid. “Then there won’t be any for me.”

“A cold shower will probably do you good!” says Alyssa bluntly.

“It’ll hurt!” says Sid unhappily. “I’m in pain all over, and cold makes pain worse. Trust me, I know – I’ve spent enough long nights shivering in freezing alleys.”

Now of course Alyssa feels guilty for her suggestion. “All right, you can shower with me,” she says reluctantly. “I don’t know how I’m going to explain it to Jon though...”

“We’ll tell him the truth,” says Sid. “I was teaching you how to massage, so that you can massage him, and we both got covered in baby oil. That’s a good enough reason, surely?”

“He won’t like it particularly,” says Alyssa, “but I suppose it’s the best option. I’d better go down and talk to him.”

“Okay,” says Sid, and he lifts his arm off her.

His penis slides out of Alyssa as she climbs out of bed. Immediately she grimaces as she feels semen oozing out of her vagina. ‘I’d better wipe myself first,’ she thinks to herself, and she hurries to the bathroom.

After a quick but careful wipe, she goes downstairs, and finds you in the living room. “Good morning Jon!” she says brightly, extending her arms for a hug.

You grin at her naked body, and pull her into your arms. “Good morning,” you say. “I hope Sid didn’t misbehave last night...?”

“He was ... very good,” says Alyssa.

Her wording sounds oddly careful,

but you pay it no mind.

and you say, “Something you want to tell me...?”

Alyssa wakes up to find herself lying on her side, with Sid immediately behind her, his arm around her waist and his cock sandwiched between her buttocks. “Oh Sid...” she murmurs.

She is too sleepy still to move, but after a few more minutes, she starts to feel
Sid’s erection growing. Then she gasps as he presses it against her vaginal opening. “Not now,” she whispers. “Are you crazy?”

“I thought I could show you another position,” Sid whispers, slowing easing himself inside her. He reaches between her legs and begins stroking her pussy. “Don’t worry; we won’t make much noise.”

The baby oil has long since worn off or soaked in, and penetration is not as easy without it, but fortunately Alyssa is quite wet, and getting wetter, so after a little gentle thrusting, Sid manages to bury himself fully inside her.

“Oh gosh,” groans Alyssa, fearing discovery. “Please don’t be too vigorous, Sid – I don’t want the bed squeaking.”

“Right you are,” he replies, and he proceeds to fuck her in the most unhurried, leisurely way imaginable. After ten minutes, Alyssa convulses suddenly in a delicious orgasm, but Sid seems nowhere close to his own.

“We need to get up,” says Alyssa nervously. “I’m sure Jon’s probably waiting for us.”

Sid speeds up his thrusting. “Okay, but just a minute...”

“Don’t cum inside me again please,” says Alyssa. “I’m really worried about getting pregnant...”

“Shhh, it’ll be fine,” grunts Sid, hammering his cock into her with rapid strokes. A few moments later, he groans as he unleashes a torrent of fresh semen deep inside her.

“Oh gosh!” gasps Alyssa. “Such a nice feeling – but I really wish you hadn’t done that...”

Sid grins. “Sorry,” he says, massaging her right breast as his softening cock continues to ooze semen from its tip.

Alyssa feels dirty, in more ways than one. “I need a shower,” she says.

“So have one,” says Sid. “I need one too. We can shower together.”

“I don’t think so!” says Alyssa. “Not again.”

“But you’ll use up all the water!” says Sid. “Then there won’t be any for me.”

“A cold shower will probably do you good!” says Alyssa bluntly.

“It’ll hurt!” says Sid unhappily. “I’m in pain all over, and cold makes pain worse. Trust me, I know – I’ve spent enough long nights shivering in freezing alleys.”

Now of course Alyssa feels guilty for her suggestion. “All right, you can shower with me,” she says reluctantly. “I don’t know how I’m going to explain it to Jon though...”

“We’ll tell him the truth,” says Sid. “I was teaching you how to massage, so that you can massage him, and we both got covered in baby oil. That’s a good enough reason, surely?”

“He won’t like it particularly,” says Alyssa, “but I suppose it’s the best option. I’d better go down and talk to him.”

“Okay,” says Sid, and he lifts his arm off her.

His penis slides out of Alyssa as she climbs out of bed. Immediately she grimaces as she feels semen oozing out of her vagina. ‘I’d better wipe myself first,’ she thinks to herself, and she hurries to the bathroom.

After a quick but careful wipe, she goes downstairs, and finds you in the living room. “Good morning Jon!” she says brightly, extending her arms for a hug.

You grin at her naked body, and pull her into your arms. “Good morning,” you say. “I hope Sid didn’t misbehave last night...?”

“He was ... very good,” says Alyssa.

Her wording sounds oddly careful,

but you pay it no mind.

and you say, “Something you want to tell me...?”

“So you slept well?” you ask her. “And is Sid okay this morning?”

“Yes, and yes I think so,” says Alyssa. “But, um, we finished The Dark Knight at two thirty and had half an hour to spare before three ... so ... Sid taught me how to massage...”

“Oh?” you say in surprise.

“I hope that’s okay with you,” says Alyssa quickly. “He massaged me, and taught me about the various muscle groups, and then I massaged him. We were both oily afterwards, but it was a bit late for a shower ... so I was hoping we could shower again this morning...?”

“Oh,” you say, displeased. “Together again?”

Alyssa bites her lip, and nods. “Well the hot water doesn’t last very long...”

You roll your eyes. “Fine. Whatever. I’ll be glad when he’s gone, though, and you and I can make up for lost time...”

“Yes!” says Alyssa, smiling. “Me too.”

As she turns to go, you spot something on her left thigh,

and say, “Alyssa, what’s that on your leg?”

but you dismiss it as unimportant.

Alyssa blushes. “Well ... we had a little time after The Dark Knight, so ... Sid taught me how to massage.”

“Oh?” you say in surprise.

“I hope that’s okay with you,” says Alyssa quickly. “He massaged me, and taught me about the various muscle groups, and then I massaged him. We were both oily afterwards, but it was a bit late for a shower ... so I was hoping we could shower again this morning...?”

“Oh,” you say, displeased. “Together again?”

Alyssa bites her lip, and nods. “Well the hot water doesn’t last very long...”

You roll your eyes. “Fine. Whatever. I’ll be glad when he’s gone, though, and you and I can make up for lost time...”

“Yes!” says Alyssa, smiling. “Me too.”

As she turns to go, you spot something on her left leg,

and say, “Alyssa, what’s that on your leg?”

but you dismiss it as unimportant.

Alyssa looks where you are pointing, and pulls a little piece of fluff off her thigh. “Must have stuck to the oil,” she says.

Continue.

At the foot of the stairs, Alyssa pauses and turns back. “By the way ... Sid and I absolutely loved Batman Begins and The Dark Knight. They were both great films!”

“Oh good!” you reply, delighted. “See? Didn’t I tell you?”

Alyssa nods, then goes back upstairs. A couple of minutes later, she and Sid are showering together, and Sid is diligently lathering up her entire body. “I can do this myself, you know,” she says, a little peevishly.

“It’s more fun this way though,” chuckles Sid, grinding his semi-erect cock against her bottom as he massages her soapy breasts from behind.

Downstairs, you are feeling very uneasy at the thought of Sid showering with your girlfriend ... again! After pacing up and down the living room for a few minutes, you decide...

to sneak upstairs and listen outside the bathroom door.

to try not to be so paranoid.

You quietly tiptoe up the stairs, and press your ear to the bathroom door. What you hear makes your eyes widen.

“Blimey, Alyssa, your breasts really are phenomenal.”

“Sid ... can’t you behave yourself, even for a moment?”

“I’m sorry, I just can’t help it. Actually, I’m not sorry. Once I’m clean and dressed, I’ll be out of your life for good. Let me just enjoy these last few moments with you...”

“I do feel badly about you living on the street. It’s just not right, a man of your age.”

“Ah, I’m used to it. Don’t worry about me, pet – I’ll be all right.”

“All the same ... I wish you had a place to stay. Did you know that in Finland, nobody is homeless? The government built homes for all the homeless people – just like that! I wish we could do that here.”

“Sounds nice. Then again, Finland must be a pretty harsh place for sleeping rough.”

“I imagine so.”

Satisfied, you back away from the door. Sid seems to be pushing his luck a little, but Alyssa is handling it well. As you go back downstairs, you consider the old man’s plight. Bless Alyssa and her soft heart! You would have been quite happy sending Sid on his way without another thought, but now you are feeling a little bothered by the thought of him suffering through the cold of winter.

Continue.

In the shower, Sid is giving Alyssa’s pussy a very thorough massage.

“Don’t, Sid,” Alyssa gasps, her hands clutching his wrist. But his middle finger is working wonders on her clitoris, and as he repositions his cock, now hard again, she utters only feeble objections.

Soon he is fucking her for the third time, with one hand on her shoulder and the other still rubbing her pussy, bringing her ever closer to her second orgasm of the morning.

“Don’t cum inside me ... please!” she gasps, as she leans forward, bracing her hands against the wall at the shallow end of the bathtub.

But as Sid reaches his climax, he grabs her hips and pulls her bottom firmly against his pelvis, his cock grazing her cervix as he injects her with multiple spurts of semen.

“Sid!” Alyssa complains.

“Oh, admit it, you’d have been disappointed if I’d pulled out,” Sid pants.

Alyssa chooses not to respond to this. “I didn’t think men could have sex twice in a row like that,” she says. “I thought you needed time to recover.”

“Fifteen minutes is plenty for me,” says Sid cheerfully. “My secret is frequent masturbation.”

Alyssa groans. “Oh Sid, I really have to tell Jon about this. I can’t bear the thought of lying to him, or hiding things from him.”

“You’re joking, right?” says Sid. “Think of the poor lad’s ego. You and I know that we’re only doing this to make sure that your first time with Jon goes well, but try to see it from his point of view. In his mind, instead of saving your virginity for him, you’ve gone and had sex with a homeless man three times under his very nose! He’ll be crushed ... and probably furious. I wouldn’t be surprised if he broke up with you on the spot.”

“Oh my gosh!” exclaims Alyssa, horrified. She tries to stand up. “Please get out of me, Sid.”

Sid gives one final little thrust, then slowly pulls his wilting cock out of her vagina. “Well, I suppose that’s it,” he says regretfully.

Alyssa turns around. “This is awful!” she says. “I knew we shouldn’t have had sex! You’re right: of course he’ll be upset ... and with good reason! I should have saved myself for him!”

Sid shakes his head. “And then what? A crappy first time, and then that awkwardness is hanging over you forever after, tainting every sexual experience you have with him. Six months later, feeling unfulfilled and dissatisfied, and bickering constantly over pointless things, the two of you break up and go your separate ways. Or, you just keep quiet about these lessons I’ve been giving you, you have a wonderful first time with Jon, and things just keep getting better from there. And years from now, as you snuggle in bed together, with a couple of healthy children sleeping in their rooms nearby, you and Jon will fondly reminisce about your first time together and how good it was.”

Alyssa’s shoulders slump. “I definitely want that second option,” she says.

“There you go!” says Sid. “What Jon doesn’t know can’t hurt him ... but it may well help him.” He pulls back the curtain, and gets out of the bath.

Downstairs, you retrieve Sid’s clothes from the washer-dryer, and fold them neatly. Then you carry them upstairs, along with Alyssa’s clothes, which you have gather You are about to knock on the bathroom door when it opens. Sid is standing there with a towel around his waist, and Alyssa is towelling herself dry behind him. “Here you go, Sid,” you say. “Alyssa, I’ll go and get your clothes too.”

Sid grins. “No hurry for that, is there?” he says. “Being naked is good for her self-confidence.”

You frown, and say,

“I think she’s been naked quite long enough, Sid.”

“Well I suppose it’s up to Alyssa.”

“I suppose she’s been naked this long; a little while longer wouldn’t hurt.”

“I’m about to leave!” says Sid. “You can’t give me just a few more minutes gazing at this vision of loveliness?” He gestures behind himself, then looks over his shoulder to where Alyssa is grimacing with her eyes tightly shut as she vigorously towels her hair dry.

You stare at your girlfriend’s jiggling breasts and damp, hairless pussy. “Fine,” you say with a sigh. “I suppose a few more minutes won’t make much difference.”

Continue.

“I don’t mind,” says Alyssa with a shrug. “I’ve been naked this long.”

You sigh. “Fine,” you say.

Continue.

Sid gets dressed, and the three of you go downstairs, where Sid and Alyssa have some breakfast.

Afterwards, it is finally time to say goodbye. “Thank you both, again, for letting me stay the night,” says Sid gratefully. “It’s nice to know there are people like you in the world.”

“Don’t mention it!” you say. “You seem to have had a very positive effect on Alyssa, at any rate, which I’m sure I’ll benefit from too. So this has really been good for all of us.”

Sid smiles, and nods. “And thanks for showing me those Batman films! Amazing – I really enjoyed them. Pity we didn’t have time to watch the third one in the trilogy – although I think you said it’s not as good...?”

“Not quite as good, no,” you reply. “Still a good film though, and I’d be happy to let you stick around and watch it, but I’m afraid we simply don’t have time. I’m driving to my parents’ house in Devon, and staying with them for a week ... and I promised my dad I’d go fishing with him this afternoon, which means I’ll have to leave within the next hour or so. And I still have to pack!”

“Oh, no problem, I wasn’t trying to extend my stay,” says Sid cheerfully. “Why isn’t Alyssa going with you though?”

“Jon did invite me, but I have to work,” says Alyssa regretfully. “I’d love to have gone with him; I just couldn’t take the time off. And it wouldn’t make sense to go for just one night, then have Jon bring me back here tomorrow, before going back down to Devon. It’s too far.”

“Alyssa doesn’t have a car,” you explain. “Yet.”

Sid nods. “Well, perhaps I’ll see you both again,” he says. “Perhaps not. But thank you again for your kindness.” He picks up his rucksack, then limps to the front door. “Goodbye then.”

“Goodbye Sid!” says Alyssa.

“Bye Sid,” you say.

Sid opens the door, but hesitates as he looks outside. To your dismay, it is pouring with rain. “Ugh,” says Sid. “This’ll be fun. Oh well.” He turns up the collar of his coat, and fishes a cloth cap out of one of its pockets.

“Jon, we can’t let him go out in that!” says Alyssa anxiously.

“Oh, I’ll be all right,” says Sid. “I’ll go to Adders Court – plenty of shelter there.”

“That’s two miles away!” you say. “You’ll be wet through!”

“Probably,” Sid concedes.

With a heavy sigh, you say,

“Well at least you have a hat and coat.”

“I suppose I could give you a lift there...”

“Jon!” says Alyssa. “Can’t you give him a lift to Adders Court, at least?” Her tone permits only one response.

“Oh ... well I suppose so...” you say reluctantly.

Continue.

“Thank you, that would be grand,” says Sid gratefully.

“I have to take Alyssa back to her flat anyway,” you continue. “Might as well kill two birds with one stone.”

“Okay!” says Alyssa. “I’m afraid I’ll finally have to get dressed though, Sid!” She laughs, her cheeks reddening a little.

Sid grins. “Will you wear your new top, at least?”

“Oh ... goodness,” says Alyssa, her blush deepening. “Um, I wasn’t planning to...”. She looks at you for guidance.

You smile, and say, “Well it’s up to you, but I personally think...

that would be pretty awesome.”

it’s a little too revealing to wear in public.”

Alyssa bites her lip nervously. “Maybe just until we get to my flat,” she says. “I dread to think what Haley would think if she saw me in that top.”

“Just tell her you’re trying to come out of your shell,” says Sid. “Wouldn’t she be supportive of that?”

You chuckle. “You haven’t met Haley,” you say. “She’s even more of a wallflower than Alyssa. No offence, Alyssa.”

“None taken,” says Alyssa. “It’s true.”

“Then maybe you can help Haley by setting an example,” says Sid. “Maybe you can help her come out of her own shell.”

“Maybe...” says Alyssa, unconvinced.

As you and Sid watch, she puts on her panties, top, skirt, and shoes. But then Sid tuts in dissatisfaction. “Oh dear,” he says. “That skirt doesn’t work with the top, does it? Far too conservative.”

It does indeed look a little odd when paired with such a skimpy top. With a thoughtful expression, you say,

“Yes, I suppose it is a bit too long.”

“I don’t know – I think it’s an interesting juxtaposition.”

“It’s not exactly ‘in public’, though, is it?” says Sid. “It’s just for the drive over to her flat. She’ll be relatively hidden in your car. That’s not too scary, is it? I mean, it’s not like walking down the street in full view of everyone, is it?”

“I suppose that’s true,” you agree.

“If Alyssa can get comfortable being naked in front of the two of us,” Sid continues, “she can surely manage to wear a skimpy top in the car.”

You nod grudgingly. “All right – what do you think, Alyssa?”

Continue.

“I think,” says Sid, “that we should shorten the skirt. How are your sewing skills, Alyssa?”

“I can sew,” Alyssa admits, before adding plaintively, “but I like this skirt!”

“And you’ll still like it when it’s shorter,” Sid assures her. “But Jon will like it even more – won’t you Jon?”

“Probably,” you confess. Alyssa does have lovely legs, after all. “But we don’t have time for a big sewing job.”

“Alyssa can hem it later,” says Sid. “Let’s just trim it for now – a slightly ragged edge won’t matter much for a short drive.”

“Okay,” says Alyssa reluctantly.

Sid grins as he picks up the same pair of scissors he used last night. Squatting down in front of Alyssa, he begins snipping away. “Turn,” he instructs her, again and again as he works his way around the garment and back to his starting point. “There!”

“God that’s short!” you remark, feeling rather bad for Alyssa; she will never wear this out in public.

“Oh dear, it is, isn’t it?” says Alyssa sadly. Clearly she is thinking the same thing. The skirt now barely covers her bottom. Once she hems it, it will be even shorter.

“It looks fantastic!” says Sid cheerfully. “You have gorgeous legs, Alyssa, and you should be proud to show them off.”

“Do you like it, Jon?” Alyssa asks you anxiously.

You want to be honest, but you also want to be supportive. With a reassuring smile, you say,

“I love it.”

“You look amazing.”

“It is,” Sid agrees. “But what girl, wearing a sexy outfit for her man, wants him to look at her and think, ‘Hmm, that’s an interesting juxtaposition’? I think – correct me if I’m wrong Alyssa – she’d rather you look at her and think ‘Wow! She looks incredible!’ And from the waist up, Alyssa absolutely does look incredible. But that skirt ... it sort of lets the side down. After all the work we did last night, getting Alyssa more comfortable with showing her legs, why would you want to cover them up again like this? It’s a step backward.”

“I do see your point,” you concede.

Continue.

Alyssa smiles in relief. “Okay then,” she says.

The three of you leave the house and hurry to your car. You are all very damp from the rain as you get in. You drive to Adders Court, trying not to get distracted by Alyssa’s legs in the passenger seat, and park next to the kerb behind a large white van. “Well, here we are,” you say, turning back to look at Sid. “It’s been quite an experience, spending time with you, Sid. I wish you well for the future.”

Sid chuckles. “You’ve been very kind,” he says. “Both of you. I am so grateful; I’ll always remember you both very fondly. I dare say these past few hours will likely be the last truly happy time of my life. But if I freeze solid tonight, I’ll die a happy man, and that’ll be okay with me.”

“Ohh,” says Alyssa, turning towards you with a tragic expression. “This is breaking my heart, Jon! We can’t let Sid just go back to the streets like this! Not now we know him!”

“Well what do you suggest?” you ask peevishly. You have a horrible feeling she will ask if Sid can stay at your house while you are away ... and you are very uncomfortable with that idea.

“Oh, don’t you two worry about me,” Sid says bravely. “I’ll be fine. You’ve done enough.”

Alyssa hesitates. Then she says, “What if you live with me and Haley for a while?” she suggests. “We have a long couch in the living room – you could sleep there if you like.”

You stare at her in shock. “Hadn’t you better ask Haley first?” you inquire.

“Yes,” she admits. “I should.”

You sigh, and put your car back into first gear. “What do you think, Sid? You want to live with two young women for a while?”

“I would love to!” says Sid happily. “I won’t be any trouble, Alyssa.”

You are not happy at the thought of Sid spending the next week with your girlfriend, particularly since the two of them have been so intimate already, but the thought of Sid suffering on the streets was not sitting well with you either. And at least Alyssa did not suggest that he live unsupervised at your own house.

Pursing your lips, you pull away from the kerb and start driving to the block of flats where Alyssa lives. Within a couple of minutes, you are pulling into the car park. “Okay,” you say heavily. “Well, I suppose this is goodbye – for a week, anyway.

There are two rough-looking young men hanging around near the entrance to the building. Alyssa stares at them nervously. “Jon, would you mind coming in with us?” she says. “I’d feel more comfortable if you were with us. I’m feeling rather exposed like this.”

“What’s the matter?” asks Sid with a chuckle. “You don’t trust me to take them on single-handed? I don’t blame you.”

You reply,

“Sure, I’ll come up with you.”

“I really need to get going, Alyssa. I’ll watch until you get inside, though.”

“Thanks,” says Alyssa gratefully.

The three of you head inside with Alyssa carrying her bag, and you carrying Sid’s rucksack. Sid is still limping; he grimaces with pain as he moves.

The two young men stare at Alyssa, and one of them whistles in appreciation. “All right lads, watch it,” you say in a friendly but warning manner.

“Is she your girlfriend or the old man’s?” asks one of them cheekily.

“Mine!” you reply firmly, before pushing through the front door of the building.

The three of you take the lift up to Alyssa’s floor, and then she unlocks and opens the door of her flat. Inside, you spot Alyssa’s flatmate, Haley, looking startled and owlish behind large circular-framed glasses. Her brown hair is tied back in a ponytail, and her baggy shirt and tracksuit bottoms contrast starkly with Alyssa’s incredibly sexy outfit. She stares at Alyssa, then at Sid.

“Hi Haley,” says Alyssa, red-faced and with her arms folded across her chest. “You know Jon of course. This is Sid, a ... friend of ours.”

“Hi Sid,” says Haley, looking warily at the old man. Then she turns her attention back to Alyssa. “What ARE you wearing?”

Alyssa squirms in embarrassment. “Um ... Jon and Sid have been trying to get me to feel more comfortable with showing more skin. It’s, you know, to boost my self-confidence.”

“So they can get an eyeful, more like!” scoffs Haley.

“Well,” says Alyssa, looking down at the floor. “They do seem to enjoy it. But I think it’s helping me too.”

You feel compelled to jump in and defend Alyssa at this point. With an encouraging smile for your girlfriend, you say,

“I think you look amazing, Alyssa! That outfit totally suits you.”

“She’s definitely benefiting, Haley – she’s become a lot more confident.”

“Okay,” says Alyssa nervously. “Goodbye then.” She leans over and gives you a kiss. “Drive safely.”

“I will,” you promise her.

Alyssa and Sid get out of the car. Carrying their respective bags, they walk towards the front entrance of the building, while you keep a wary eye on the two young men. You sit up straight, on high alert, as the men begin talking to Alyssa ... but then you relax as Alyssa, after a brief response, hurries inside, followed closely by Sid. Letting out a deep breath that you did not realise you were holding, you start your car, then drive back home. Having packed your bags and loaded them into the car (it has stopped raining by now, fortunately), you set off on your long trip to Devon.

That evening, you call Alyssa from your parents’ house.

“Hi Jon!” says Alyssa.

“How are things going?” you ask her.

“Oh, fine,” says Alyssa. “Haley was a bit hostile to Sid, at first, but I think she’s starting to warm to him.”

“Oh, good,” you say. Then you ask,

“Has Sid been behaving himself?”

“How have you and Sid been spending the day?”

Alyssa blushes and smiles.

“But she looks like a ... a tart!” says Haley.

“No she doesn’t!” you say hastily.

Sid adds, “She looks very sexy, sure, but there’s nothing wrong with that.”

“Well, I should get going,” you say, preempting Haley’s response. “Nice to see you again, Haley. Bye Alyssa. Bye Sid.” Then you quickly make your escape, before Haley has a chance to ask why Sid is not leaving with you.

You take the lift back down to the ground floor, and return to your car. Getting in and starting it up, you pull out of the car park, and drive back home. Having packed your bags and loaded them into the car (it has stopped raining by now, fortunately), you set off on your long trip to Devon.

That evening, you call Alyssa from your parents’ house.

“Hi Jon!” says Alyssa.

“How are things going?” you ask her.

“Oh, fine,” says Alyssa. “Haley was a bit hostile to Sid, at first, but I think she’s starting to warm to him.”

“Oh, good,” you say. Then you ask,

“Has Sid been behaving himself?”

“How have you and Sid been spending the day?”

“In what way?” asks Haley sceptically. “She looks like she wants to hide!”

“But can you imagine her dressing this way even yesterday?” Sid asks. “And going out like this? Rome wasn’t built in a day – of course she’s a little anxious still – but what a difference, eh?”

“Well, I should get going,” you say, preempting Haley’s response. “Nice to see you again, Haley. Bye Alyssa. Bye Sid.” Then you quickly make your escape, before Haley has a chance to ask why Sid is not leaving with you.

You take the lift back down to the ground floor, and return to your car. Getting in and starting it up, you pull out of the car park, and drive back home. Having packed your bags and loaded them into the car (it has stopped raining by now, fortunately), you set off on your long trip to Devon.

That evening, you call Alyssa from your parents’ house.

“Hi Jon!” says Alyssa.

“How are things going?” you ask her.

“Oh, fine,” says Alyssa. “Haley was a bit hostile to Sid, at first, but I think she’s starting to warm to him.”

“Oh, good,” you say. Then you ask,

“Has Sid been behaving himself?”

“How have you and Sid been spending the day?”

There is a pause on the other end. “Mostly,” says Alyssa guardedly.

The hairs on the back of your neck prickle up. “What’s that supposed to mean?” you ask suspiciously.

“Well,” says Alyssa, “um, you know, he gave me another massage tutorial ... and, well, he sort of gave me another orgasm...”

“Ugh!” you say. “I hoped the two of you were all done with the massage thing!”

“Oh dear!” says Alyssa. “Should I stop the massage lessons, then? I just thought it might be nice to be able to massage you sometime...”

You grind your teeth, and reply,

“I suppose it’s in a good cause...”

“Sorry, but I’m just not comfortable with the idea.”

“Well, we watched a bit of TV,” says Alyssa. “And we had pizza for dinner. We, um, haven’t done much else, really – just this and that...”

She is being rather vague and evasive. “All right, what’s Sid been up to?” you ask sternly.

“Please don’t be upset,” says Alyssa anxiously, “but, um, he gave me another massage tutorial ... and, well, he sort of gave me another orgasm...”

“Ugh!” you say. “I hoped the two of you were all done with the massage thing!”

“Oh dear!” says Alyssa. “Should I stop the massage lessons, then? I just thought it might be nice to be able to massage you sometime...”

You grind your teeth, and reply,

“I suppose it’s in a good cause...”

“Sorry, but I’m just not comfortable with the idea.”

“Thank you!” says Alyssa. “I appreciate you being so understanding.”

You sigh. “And what’s the plan for this evening?”

“Oh, Sid’s about to teach me and Haley how to play poker,” says Alyssa.

You frown. “Not strip poker, by any chance?”

“Oh no,” says Alyssa. “Well there wouldn’t be much point. I’m already naked.”

“Jesus!” you exclaim.

“What?” says Alyssa. “You didn’t mind this morning! Anyway I’m oily from the massage, and Sid said I might as well continue my self-confidence lessons.”

“Doesn’t Haley have a problem with you going around naked?” you grumble.

“She did at first,” says Alyssa. “But now she’s actually only wearing her panties. Somehow Sid talked her into taking the rest of her clothes off. He was very sweet and complimentary about her body, and I don’t think she’s heard such nice things said about her before. So he’s working on her self-confidence too.”

This actually makes you feel better. “Well good!” you say. “Sounds like Sid’s going to be a positive influence on both of you.”

“I think so, yes,” says Alyssa. “Anyway, how was fishing with your dad?”

“It was nice,” you reply. “We didn’t catch anything worth keeping, but spending time with him and chatting was ... nice.”

“Good!” says Alyssa. “I’m glad you had that time together.”

“Well, I suppose I’ll let you get on with your game of poker,” you say. “Goodnight, Alyssa. I love you.”

“I love you too!” she says. “Goodnight Jon.”

The next morning, you call Alyssa shortly after breakfast. She sounds breathless.

“Hi Jon!” she pants.

“Good morning,” you say. “Are you okay? You sound a little...”

“Yes!” she replies. “I feel wonderful. Sid just ... gave me another, um, massage.”

“How many does he need to give you?” you ask peevishly.

“I’m sorry, Jon,” says Alyssa guiltily. “It’s just ... they feel so good!”

“I know, I know,” you grumble. “Did he ... put his fingers in you again?”

Alyssa hesitates. “Yes,” she says.

You sigh. “Well thank you for being honest, anyway.” You are not happy about the revelation, but punishing Alyssa for being honest would probably be counterproductive.

In the background you hear a low muttering. “Is that Sid I can hear?” you inquire.

“Yes,” says Alyssa. “Do you want to talk to him?”

You reply,

“Yes please.”

“No, I don’t need to.”

“Okay,” says Alyssa, sounding disappointed. “I understand.”

You hear a low voice in the background, and frown. “Is Sid there with you, now?” you ask.

“Yes,” says Alyssa. “He wants a quick word with you – if that’s okay?”

“Sure,” you say, shrugging even though Alyssa cannot see you.

“Jon!” says Sid. “What’s this about you banning Alyssa from getting massages?”

“I’m not banning her...” you correct him.

“Of course you are,” Sid replies. “You know she loves you and would do anything for you. Your wish is her command. If you tell her you’d rather she didn’t get any more massages from me, that’s effectively a ban. And aside from the fact that you’re denying her the right to make up her own mind about it, which is a little controlling ... don’t you think it’s a bit selfish of you to keep her from something which clearly gives her a lot of pleasure? Honestly, Jon, I did think more of you than this. I know that you’re a long way away, and I’m right here ... but there’s no need for you to get all jealous and possessive. I’m not trying to steal your girlfriend from you!” He chuckles. “As if I could! Do you really think Alyssa would ever choose me over you?”

“Well of course not,” you say, feeling abashed. Perhaps he is right; perhaps your feelings of jealousy are rather absurd and misplaced.

“If you truly love Alyssa and want what’s best for her,” Sid continues, “please for heaven’s sake tell her you’re fine with her getting massages from me. They do her good, they make her happy, and they’re absolutely no threat to your relationship or your masculinity. What do you say?”

You sigh heavily. “All right, put her back on,” you say.

A moment later, Alyssa says, “Hi, it’s me again.”

“Alyssa,” you say reluctantly, “if you want to continue getting massages from Sid, you have my blessing. I wouldn’t want to deprive you of something that makes you happy. If you’re happy, then I’m happy.”

Continue.

“Hello Jon!” says Sid.

“Hi Sid,” you say. “How are you feeling?”

“Very well, considering!” says Sid. “Sleeping in this bed with your lovely girlfriend did me a lot of good.”

You gasp. “I thought you were going to sleep on the couch!”

“I tried,” says Sid. “But it was too uncomfortable. At about midnight I crawled in bed with Alyssa, and she was kind enough to let me stay.”

“Ugh!” you groan. “I can’t believe you slept with Alyssa again! What about tonight?”

“Alyssa says I can sleep here every night while I’m here,” says Sid. “Her bed’s a double, fortunately, so there’s enough room for us both.”

“That’s not the point!” you say, aggrieved. “She hasn’t even slept with ME yet!”

“She will, though,” Sid assures you. “Don’t you worry about that. And you’re going to have a wonderful time together. This is just for convenience and my health.”

You sigh heavily. “Put Alyssa back on, please.”

“Sure,” says Sid.

“Hi,” says Alyssa.

“You told Sid he can sleep with you every night?” you demand unhappily.

“I’m sorry!” says Alyssa. “The couch just wasn’t working for him. I offered to let him sleep in my bed and use the couch myself, but he said he’d feel terrible about kicking me out of my own room. He said he’d rather spend sleepless nights on the couch. And I couldn’t let him do that. What was I supposed to do?”

You sigh. “I don’t know,” you say. “I just don’t like it.”

“I know,” says Alyssa. Then, after a moment’s hesitation, she continues, “You know how we talked about ... you know ... me maybe moving in with you...?”

“Yes?” you reply, your spirits lifting a little.

“What if we did that sooner rather than later?” Alyssa suggests.

Your eyes widen. “Okay!” you say. “Sure! I’d love that!”

“I think I sort of had the idea we’d try sleeping together first,” Alyssa continues, “but, well, Sid...”

“Yes,” you say grimly. “Sid happened. But if you’re willing to move in despite him scuppering our plans in that regard, I’m ... I’m fine with that!”

“Okay!” says Alyssa happily. “Let’s do it!”

The rest of the week with your parents passes terribly slowly. You are so excited at the prospect of Alyssa moving in with you that you can think about hardly anything else. You try to enjoy your stay, but you call Alyssa often, and make all kinds of plans.

Sid, meanwhile, is apparently giving both Alyssa and Haley daily massages – sometimes more than once a day, even. Somehow he has persuaded both young women to remain naked at all times while at home, and he talks Alyssa into trimming all of her skirts and dresses until, judging by the photos she sends you, there is hardly anything of them left. She seems to be spending most of her spare time hemming garments Sid has butchered. Even Haley’s wardrobe does not escape Sid’s enthusiastic scissors.

When you finally return from your trip, you visit Alyssa’s flat. You knock on the door, and it is answered by Haley, who (you are shocked but not entirely surprised to see) is completely naked. She sheepishly keeps one arm over her breasts, and her other hand over her pussy, as she invites you in.

“Alyssa’s in her room,” she says. “I just put the kettle on; would you like a cup of tea?”

“Yes please,” you reply. Then you hear Alyssa moaning in her bedroom, and grimace. “Don’t tell me Sid’s giving her yet another massage?”

Haley stares at you, pursing her lips. Then she says, “Yes, that’s right ... yet another massage.”

You sigh. “Well, I suppose I’ll...

go in and say hello.”

just wait out here until they’re finished.”

“Okay,” says Alyssa. She hesitates, then adds, “I should probably mention ... he slept in here with me last night.”

You gasp. “I thought he was going to sleep on the couch!”

“That was the plan,” Alyssa acknowledges. “But he couldn’t get comfortable. Eventually he came in here, and I said he could stay the night.”

“Ugh!” you groan. “I can’t believe he slept with you again! What about tonight?”

“Please don’t be upset,” says Alyssa nervously, “but I sort of told him he can sleep in here every night...”

“Oh my God!” you exclaim. “Alyssa ... you haven’t even slept with ME yet!”

“I’m sorry!” says Alyssa. “I don’t know what else to do though. I offered to let him sleep in my bed and use the couch myself, but he said he’d feel terrible about kicking me out of my own room. He said he’d rather spend sleepless nights on the couch. And I couldn’t let him do that. What was I supposed to do?”

You sigh. “I don’t know,” you grumble. “I just don’t like it.”

“I know,” says Alyssa. Then, after a moment’s hesitation, she continues, “You know how we talked about ... you know ... me maybe moving in with you...?”

“Yes?” you reply, your spirits lifting a little.

“What if we did that sooner rather than later?” Alyssa suggests.

Your eyes widen. “Okay!” you say. “Sure! I’d love that!”

“I think I sort of had the idea we’d try sleeping together first,” Alyssa continues, “but, well, Sid...”

“Yes,” you say grimly. “Sid happened. But if you’re willing to move in despite him scuppering our plans in that regard, I’m ... I’m fine with that!”

“Okay!” says Alyssa happily. “Let’s do it!”

The rest of the week with your parents passes terribly slowly. You are so excited at the prospect of Alyssa moving in with you that you can think about hardly anything else. You try to enjoy your stay, but you call Alyssa often, and make all kinds of plans.

Sid, meanwhile, is apparently giving both Alyssa and Haley daily massages – sometimes more than once a day, even. Somehow he has persuaded both young women to remain naked at all times while at home, and he talks Alyssa into trimming all of her skirts and dresses until, judging by the photos she sends you, there is hardly anything of them left. She seems to be spending most of her spare time hemming garments Sid has butchered. Even Haley’s wardrobe does not escape Sid’s enthusiastic scissors.

When you finally return from your trip on Saturday afternoon, you visit Alyssa’s flat. You knock on the door, and it is answered by Haley, who (you are shocked but not entirely surprised to see) is completely naked. She sheepishly keeps one arm over her breasts, and her other hand over her pussy, as she invites you in.

“Alyssa’s in her room,” she says. “I just put the kettle on; would you like a cup of tea?”

“Yes please,” you reply. Then you hear Alyssa moaning in her bedroom, and grimace. “Don’t tell me Sid’s giving her yet another massage?”

Haley stares at you, pursing her lips. Then she says, “Yes, that’s right ... yet another massage.”

You sigh. “Well, I suppose I’ll...

go in and say hello.”

just wait out here until they’re finished.”

As you reach out to open Alyssa’s bedroom door, Haley calls out, “Jon’s here!”

You push the door open, and are faced with the highly unpleasant sight of Sid’s naked buttocks. He is on the bed, kneeling between Alyssa’s spread thighs, with his hands out in front of him, massaging Alyssa’s breasts.

“Good grief!” you exclaim, unnerved. “It almost looks like the two of you are having sex!”

“We’re not though,” Sid assures you. “My cock’s fully out in the open. You can come over and check if you like.”

“No thanks, I’m happy to take your word for it!” you reply with a shudder. “That seems like a dangerous position, though, Alyssa! He could stick his cock in you at any time!”

“Oh come now, Jon,” says the old man reproachfully. “You really think I would do something like that, after all the two of you have done for me? You really think I would ... rape Alyssa?”

“No no, of course not,” you say hastily. “I didn’t mean to offend you. But do you think you could maybe cut the massage short, so I can say hi to Alyssa properly?”

“We’re almost done,” says Sid. “Can we finish the massage and meet you out in the living room? We’ll only be a couple of minutes.”

You sigh. “Fine,” you say. “Okay.” You retreat from the room, and close the door behind you.

“Oh gosh, I feel so guilty!” whispers Alyssa in distress.

“Hush,” Sid murmurs, as he resumes thrusting. “This is all for his benefit, remember? And yours. So you might as well just let yourself enjoy it.”

Continue.

You sit down in the living room, and wait, trying to ignore Alyssa’s escalating moaning sounds. After a couple of minutes, she practically screams as, no doubt, Sid fingers her to another orgasm.

Shortly afterward, Haley brings you your cup of tea. She has stopped covering herself in front of you, and you feel very awkward as you take your cup and saucer from her while averting your eyes.

“It’s all right if you want to look,” says Haley, amused. “Sid’s helping me get over my shyness, and part of that is getting comfortable with being looked at. So I don’t mind; you can look at me.”

“Thank you,” you reply, “but I only have eyes for Alyssa.”

“Ohh, that’s so sweet!” says Haley sympathetically. “But Jon, you know she’s been...”

Alyssa’s bedroom door opens, and Sid emerges, now dressed in a t-shirt and shorts. Alyssa follows, still naked. You get to your feet, smiling happily, and you hold out your arms towards her. As you enfold her in a hug, you kiss her neck. “I missed you!” you tell her softly.

“I missed you too!” she says.

You sit down, and take the opportunity to look at Alyssa’s pussy, which – unlike Haley’s – you can stare at without any guilt. But as she turns away from you, you spot something running down her inner thigh. “What’s that?” you ask in an anxious gasp. A horrible suspicion had entered your mind.

Alyssa looks where you are pointing, and she hastily wipes the whiteish liquid from her thigh with her hand. “Oh!” she says, her eyes wide with panic.

“Ah, that’ll be my semen,” says Sid casually.

Alyssa puts her head in her hands, Haley snorts and then rapidly composes herself, and you...

shout, “WHAT???”

stare dumbfounded at Alyssa.

“Calm down, Jon, there’s no need to lose your rag,” says Sid. “As I’m sure you can imagine, the sight of Alyssa’s naked body – not to mention the act of massaging her – is very arousing for a lonely old man like myself! Sometimes, in the course of a massage, I need to get some ... relief. You know, so I can concentrate on what I’m doing. So I have a quick wank, get it out of my system, and then continue with the massage. No big deal. This time, apparently, some of my spunk landed on Alyssa. Sorry about that; I’ll try to aim better next time.”

A great sense of relief washes over you, although the idea of Sid masturbating over your girlfriend and even ejaculating on her is highly repulsive. After taking a deep breath and letting it out, you say,

“Well, whew!” And you laugh in relief.

“Ugh, Sid! I can’t believe you masturbated in front of Alyssa!”

Alyssa bites her lip, tears coming to her eyes. “I ... I...” she stammers.

“Look Jon, it’s not Alyssa’s fault,” says Sid. “As I’m sure you can imagine, the sight of her naked body – not to mention the act of massaging her – is very arousing for a lonely old man like myself! Sometimes, in the course of a massage, I need to get some ... relief. You know, so I can concentrate on what I’m doing. So I have a quick wank, get it out of my system, and then continue with the massage. No big deal. This time, apparently, some of my spunk landed on Alyssa. Sorry about that; I’ll try to aim better next time.”

A great sense of relief washes over you, although the idea of Sid masturbating over your girlfriend and even ejaculating on her is highly repulsive. After taking a deep breath and letting it out, you say,

“Well, whew!” And you laugh in relief.

“Ugh, Sid! I can’t believe you masturbated in front of Alyssa!”

Alyssa cleans herself up, and the four of you sit down to discuss plans. Haley, it seems, has some news that will have a bearing on the situation.

“I have a boyfriend!” she announces happily.

“Congratulations!” you say.

“Is it that Liam chap?” Sid inquires.

“Yes,” says Haley. “It’s been a bit of a whirlwind! He asked me out on Tuesday, after I wore my new red miniskirt to work ... we had dinner together that night ... then again on Wednesday ... and then last night we...” She blushes.

“Good for you!” says Sid. “I wondered where you spent last night.”

Haley nods. “It wasn’t ideal, though,” she says. “His dad’s kind of an arsehole. Kept making lewd comments, and once he actually put his hand up my skirt and had a feel. Liam was furious! He wants to move out ... to move in here with me, actually. Once you’ve moved out, Alyssa, of course.”

“Oh!” says Sid. “Well that’ll be interesting.”

“The thing is,” says Haley carefully, “I ... I sort of explained the situation we have here ... and I don’t think he’s going to be happy with you remaining here, Sid.”

“Ah,” says Sid, nodding grimly. “Well, I knew this was too good to last. Looks like it’s back to the streets for me.”

“Oh no!” says Alyssa. She turns to you. “Jon, what about your spare room...?”

You sigh heavily. You were afraid it might come to this. With a slight grimace, you say,

“Sid, would you like to come and live with me and Alyssa...?”

“But I was hoping to live with just you!”

Sid shrugs. “Jon, think about it. Every day I’m fingering your girlfriend to orgasm ... and you’re more concerned about me bashing the bishop in front of her?”

“Well I wouldn’t say MORE concerned...” you say uneasily.

“By rights,” says Sid, “since I’m getting Alyssa off, it would only be fair to ask her to wank me off herself. Would you rather...”

“No no!” you say hastily. “Never mind – I suppose you’ve got to do what you’ve got to do.”

Continue.

Sid’s expression lights up in a beam of pure joy. “I’d love to!” he says. “Thank you – thank you both so much!”

You smile half-heartedly. “You’re welcome,” you reply.

***************

Several weeks later, you awaken to the sounds of Alyssa’s orgasmic moaning. Frowning with irritation, you pick up your phone, and blink a few times until your eyes are functioning properly. It is 7:13 – almost time for you to get up.

You get out of bed, put your clothes on, and leave the spare bedroom. For a moment you pause outside the closed door of your own room – or rather, Sid’s and Alyssa’s room, as it has become – then with a weary sigh you walk to the bathroom.

Having peed, you return to the closed door, and knock. Alyssa’s moaning does not stop, but you hear Sid say, “Come in!”

You enter the room. Unsurprisingly, Sid is on top of Alyssa; her legs are wrapped around his waist, and he is repeatedly slamming his pelvis against hers. As you walk around to the side of the bed, you shudder in disgust at the sight of Sid’s cock thrusting in and out of your girlfriend’s vagina.

Morosely, you sit down in the chair by the bed. Only too clearly do you recall the sequence of events that led to this nightmare. First had come the revelation that Sid was using the shaft of his cock to stimulate Alyssa’s clitoris, so that his hands were free to massage other parts while his cock was getting the stimulation it needed. You had reluctantly accepted his argument that this would shorten the duration of the massages, giving Alyssa more time to spend with you. You had not been happy about this, but since Alyssa was so insistent that she trusted Sid not to take advantage of the situation, you had agreed that it could become a regular part of the massages.

As a show of good faith, Sid invited you to watch this ‘mutual genital massage’, as he referred to it. And you did watch, though it sickened you to do so. And then, to your horror and dismay, you saw Sid’s energetically thrusting cock accidentally slip down to the entrance of Alyssa’s vagina, before driving deep inside her. Alyssa squealed, and Sid pulled out and apologized ... but the damage was done. He had taken her virginity, right in front of your very eyes.

After that, you argued that the mutual genital massaging had to stop ... but Sid once again managed to talk you around. Alyssa pleaded with you that he had not done it on purpose, and Sid said that while he would try not to let it happen again, if it did it would not change anything. His cock had already been inside her. What was one more time? Or two, or three? You had to concede he was right about that.

“But what about me?” you had complained. “When do I get to put my cock inside my own girlfriend?”

“Patience, Jon!” Sid had replied. “You know Alyssa’s still nervous about her first time with you going badly. You know, this accident might be a blessing in disguise. Maybe now she’s had a cock inside her, she’ll be less afraid to try yours. But don’t rush her, okay? You rush it, you ruin it.”

“All right,” you said glumly.

But from then on, Sid’s cock began slipping inside Alyssa more and more often. And the old man would be so wrapped up in his own little world that he sometimes did not even notice, and kept thrusting inside her while you uttered indignant protests. Alyssa was not much help; she was often very close to orgasm herself, and did not seem to mind the feeling of Sid’s cock thrusting inside her.

It was time to put your foot down, and you did so. “If you can enjoy Sid fucking you,” you said to her, “then I think it’s time you try mine!”

“Yes please!” she said eagerly.

“Make sure you wear a condom,” Sid warned you. “Your sperm is young and potent, and you don’t want to risk a pregnancy until you’re both ready to have a baby.”

And so, with Sid watching and encouraging you from the sidelines, you put on a condom and awkwardly climbed on top of Alyssa. But then you found yourself becoming so nervous that your cock, under immense pressure to perform, refused to cooperate, and indeed shrivelled so miserably that the condom actually fell off. When Sid laid his hand on your shoulder and recommended that you take a step back, work on your performance anxiety issues for a while, and try again in a few days, or maybe a few weeks, you nodded sadly in agreement. The embarrassment was intense; you could not bear risking that again until you were sure you could perform without making a fool of yourself. Alyssa was disappointed, obviously ... but also understanding and supportive.

After that, you could not bear to watch the massages anymore. On one occasion, after a particularly lengthy and loud massage, you asked Sid if he had accidentally slipped inside again. “Yes,” he acknowledged cheerfully. “It does happen a lot these days, I’m afraid – and I confess it’s sometimes a while before I pull out again. Alyssa doesn’t mind, though – and there’s a case to be made that it’s a valid massage technique. I’m accustomed to using my fingers to stimulate her g-spot; why not use my cock instead, since it keeps slipping in there anyway? It’ll make her feel good, it’ll make me feel good ... we’ll both reach orgasm quicker that way.”

“But you’ll be ... fucking her!” you protest in dismay. “You’ll be fucking my girlfriend!”

“Technically, yes,” Sid acknowledged. “Technically I’ve been fucking her for a while. But you can’t look at it technically, Jon. You have to ask what’s going on emotionally. Does it count as having sex, if the goal is just a massage rather than a sharing of bodies and mutual loving intimacy? If you strip away everything about sexual intercourse except for the mechanical aspect, it’s no longer ‘making love’, is it? Remember, it’s you that Alyssa loves. She doesn’t love me – how could she? She’s one hundred percent yours. Trust me, you have nothing to fear.”

This rationalisation made it easier for you to accept that the penetration which had happened up until then was not, in fact, a threat to your relationship with Alyssa. Labelling it as just another form of massage made it easier for you to dismiss the thought of Sid pumping his cock inside your girlfriend. But one thing still worried you. “Just don’t cum inside her, okay?” you instruct Sid. “I know you don’t wear a condom, so...”

“Oh, you needn’t worry about that,” says Sid. “I’ll try not to, of course, but my old sperm isn’t likely to get Alyssa pregnant. You might as well bet on a Shetland pony to win the Grand National.”

You chuckle at this image. “Still,” you say firmly, “don’t cum inside her.”

“Got it,” says Sid, nodding.

Two days after that...

“I’m afraid I came inside Alyssa,” Sid confessed. “My orgasm took me a little by surprise.”

“Sid!” you exclaimed in anguish. “What did I tell you about that??”

“I know,” said Sid. “Sorry.”

But he did not seem very sorry. In a fit of anger, you exploded, “Right – I’ve had enough! No more massages! Alyssa will just have to do without them – like she somehow managed to do before you came into our lives!”

“Jon!” Sid said reproachfully. “I don’t think you’ve thought this through. Alyssa loves my massages. If you put a stop to them, you’re punishing nobody more than her ... and what has she done to deserve that?”

“I don’t care,” you replied stubbornly. “The massages have to stop. They’ve gone too far.”

“You don’t ... care?” asked Sid in puzzlement. “That’s an odd thing to say about depriving the woman you love of something that makes her happy. You don’t care about her happiness? Man, it’s a good thing she’s not within earshot to hear you say that. How big of a dent do you think that would put in her trust in you? In her love for you?”

Your cheeks paled, and you swallowed nervously. Suddenly you felt as if your relationship with Alyssa was genuinely under threat ... from your own jealousy. “I just can’t stand to think of you cumming inside her!” you told Sid miserably.

“Which is understandable,” he replied with a nod. “But it’s happened, and it’s going to prey on your mind forever, tainting your relationship with Alyssa, unless you face it head-on and deal with it. You need to get to a point where you can imagine me cumming inside Alyssa without your brain freaking out.”

“But how do I do that?” you groaned. “I don’t think it’s possible.”

Sid patted your arm. “It’s certainly possible, and easier than you think,” he said. “Come and watch the next massage. This evening, at bedtime, come to our bedroom. You’ll see – you can deal with this, just as Alyssa has learned to deal with going to work in a sheer top with no bra underneath ... or going for a walk down the river path without a skirt on. You might think she’s immensely brave for doing that ... and she is! But you have that level of bravery too ... as you’ll discover, if you give yourself a chance. What do you say? Will you come and watch?”

“I suppose so,” you grudgingly concede.

That evening, Sid disrobed and climbed on top of Alyssa, while you watched with pursed lips and folded arms. “I’ll dispense with the rest of the massage this time,” said Sid, rubbing baby oil over his cock and Alyssa’s pussy. “We’ll get straight to the important part.” And with that, he positioned his cock against your girlfriend’s vagina, and thrust himself deep inside her. Alyssa gasped, threw her head back, and moaned with pleasure.

“You make it look so easy,” you remarked, feeling a mixture of envy and annoyance.

“Just practice!” Sid said cheerfully, as he began thrusting.

You watched, your stomach cramping unhappily, as Sid proceeded to fuck Alyssa with a vigour and stamina that belied his age. For ten torturous minutes you forced yourself to endure the spectacle and the sound of Alyssa’s delighted moans until, with a shudder and a groan of content, Sid unloaded his balls and pumped a torrent of semen into the depths of your girlfriend’s vagina.

“There!” Sid panted. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

“Hard enough!” you replied, smiling tightly in an attempt to hide your strong desire to run to the toilet and vomit.

“It’ll get easier,” Sid assured you. “We’ll do this every day ... twice a day ... until you are as blasé about me cumming inside Alyssa as you are about me massaging her shoulders.”

“That’s really not necessary!” you replied hastily. “I don’t need to see it over and over again. This has taught me that I can handle it.”

“Suit yourself,” said Sid, grinding his cock around inside Alyssa’s sloppy vagina.

“Are you sure you’ll be okay?” Alyssa asked you anxiously.

You smiled at her reassuringly. “I will,” you said, with more conviction than you felt.

That was two weeks ago. Since then, as far as you can tell, Sid has been ejaculating inside your girlfriend multiple times a day. In the past few days he has even been fucking her outside the bedroom – while watching television last night, for example, he took out his erect cock and instructed Alyssa to straddle him, lowering herself until she impaled her vagina upon him. Then she bounced up and down, shaking the whole sofa while you tried to ignore them and concentrate on the Great British Bake-Off, until he groaned as he pumped his sperm into her. Afterwards she lay down with her head on your lap, and fell asleep while he idly fingered her cum-drenched vagina.

So as of now, you and Alyssa have still not had sex with each other. She, meanwhile, has had sex dozens of times with Sid. You are feeling rather hurt and unhappy, and you feel like the time has come for you to finally fuck your girlfriend. You are not remotely hard right now – you are too disgusted to be aroused – but you are determined to make it work somehow.

After Sid has emptied his balls inside the love of your life, and collapsed on top of her, you set your jaw. “I want to try again,” you say. “I want to have sex with you, Alyssa.”

“Okay!” she says in a tired but happy voice.

Sid pulls his slimy, dripping cock out of her. “Be my guest,” he says, climbing off the bed. “You got a condom?”

You nod. But as you get to your feet, Alyssa suddenly sits up, jumps off the bed, and runs from the room with her hand clamped to her mouth. Puzzled, you follow her out of the room, then wait outside the locked bathroom. You can hear retching sounds.

It is a while before Alyssa emerges. She looks pale, and rather embarrassed. “Sorry about that,” she says.

“Are you okay?” you inquire.

Alyssa nods, then she shakes her head, and stares at the floor. “Jon,” she says awkwardly, “I’m ... I’m pregnant...”

You gasp. “Oh no!” Clutching your hair in your hands, you whirl around to face Sid, who is standing open-mouthed outside the master bedroom. “Sid!” you exclaim accusingly.

“Well well!” says Sid, looking quite pleased with himself. “Looks like my sperms are more potent than I thought!”

“You got my girlfriend pregnant!” you cry out in despair.

“I’m sorry!” Alyssa wails. “I truly am, Jon. I ... I’ll pack my things and leave, if you want.”

You turn and stare at her. Bringing your voice back under control, you say,

“I think that would be for the best.”

“Don’t be silly – of course I don’t want you to leave.”

Alyssa takes your hand. “I know,” she says sympathetically. “I was hoping for that too. But we can’t let Sid go back on the streets. It wouldn’t be right.”

“I know,” you say wretchedly. “I’m just ... disappointed.”

“We’ll make it work,” she assures you. “We’ll still have a wonderful time together. But please ... please say Sid can come and live with us. I ... I just don’t think I would feel right about moving in with you if it meant Sid being thrown out on the street...”

This leaves you no choice, of course. Putting on as brave a face as you can manage, you say, “All right – Sid, would you like to come and live with me and Alyssa?”

Continue.

Alyssa nods, and her shoulders slump. A sob escapes her; she looks so sad, and naked, and vulnerable.

“Are you serious?” asks Sid in disbelief. “You’re kicking her out? When she’s pregnant? Where do you expect her to go?”

“Same place as you, I suppose!” you reply grimly. “You’re leaving too.”

“Have a heart, man!” says Sid, glaring at you. “This isn’t Alyssa’s fault! Kick me out if you like – I can take it – but be kind to poor Alyssa! She doesn’t deserve to be made homeless while pregnant, just like that!”

You grind your teeth for a few seconds,

and then gruffly relent.

then harden your expression, and order them both to leave your house.

Alyssa looks up at you hopefully. “Are we ... still together?”

You think about this. Do you really want to stay in a relationship with Alyssa, when she is carrying another man’s baby? It is a heavy question, but your heart already knows the answer. After a deep breath, you reply,

“No, Alyssa. You and Sid are the only couple in this house now.”

“If you want to be, then yes. I still love you and want you to be my girl.”

“All right, you can stay,” you tell her. “It wouldn’t be right to kick you out. But you and I are done. Over. You can stay here as a paying guest – nothing more.”

“I understand,” says Alyssa sadly. “And what about Sid?”

You glare at Sid, and say,

“He’s out. I want him gone within the hour.”

“I don’t care. I suppose your baby needs a father, and it certainly isn’t going to be me. Sid might as well stay, and follow through on his responsibilities.”

“Don’t worry,” says Sid as he comforts a crying Alyssa. “I’ll look after you.”

“You’ve done enough!” you interject sharply. “She can go back to her parents.”

“No I can’t!” snaps Alyssa through angry tears. “You don’t know my dad. He’ll disown me for getting pregnant by a homeless man.”

You shrug. “Suit yourself then.”

An hour later, with Alyssa dressed in a sheer pink top, white panties, and a pair of pink trainers, the two of them leave your house. As you watch them walk away from your front door, you hear Sid say, “Don’t worry, you won’t freeze this winter. I know some chaps – they have a building we can stay in. They won’t let us stay there for free – you’ll need to have sex with all of them – but at least you’ll be safe and warm.”

“Okay,” says Alyssa in a small voice.

You close the door, and go back to the living room. Sitting down, you...

start sniffling, and then burst into tears.

switch on the television, and try to drown out thoughts of Sid and Alyssa.

pull out your cock, and begin to masturbate.

fidget unhappily for a few moments, before jumping up and running to the front door.

Alyssa’s face falls, but she nods. “I understand,” she says quietly. “I’ll pay for myself and Sid, and we’ll ... we’ll let you have your bedroom back. We’ll manage in the spare room...”

“Don’t be silly,” you say curtly. “Doesn’t make sense for the two of you to share a single bed while I have a double. Might as well leave the sleeping arrangements as they are.”

Alyssa nods again. “Thank you Jon,” she says.

Over the next few months, as Alyssa’s belly slowly swells, it seems like little has changed in your household. Sid and Alyssa continue having sex, sometimes behind closed doors and sometimes in front of you, and the outfits in which Alyssa leaves the house continue to become more and more outrageous. Eventually she gets into trouble at work and loses her job, and Sid persuades you to give her a break on her rent.

Then, unexpectedly, the two of them announce their engagement. With little fanfare or preparation, they get married in a small civil ceremony, where you act as Sid’s best man. Alyssa’s wedding dress is ultra-short and see-through (it is really just a white negligée) and she is naked underneath. As she says her vows, you sigh sadly, reflecting on how things might have turned out differently if you had made different choices. Your mind goes back to that fateful day when Sid came into your lives. All you wanted to do that night was have sex with Alyssa! But that never happened ... and now it never will.

THE END

Alyssa smiles at you through happy tears. “Thank you, Jon, thank you!” she says, throwing herself into your arms. You hold her close.

“I couldn’t bear to lose you,” you tell her softly.

She pulls away, smiling. Then she glances at the old man. “What about Sid?” she asks.

You grimace, and say,

“Sorry, but Sid has to go.”

“I suppose he can stay too.”

Alyssa nods in acceptance. Sid wordlessly gets dressed, then he packs up his things, and heads to the front door. “Thanks for everything,” he says. “I’m sorry it ended this way. But I wish you both luck.” He pauses, and takes a deep breath. “I have one final thing to say to the two of you. In a few months’ time, Alyssa, you’ll have a new baby, and I suppose you might wonder if I’ll reappear and cause trouble by trying to exercise my rights as a parent. Rest assured, I will not be doing that. Jon, I know you’re full of anger right now. At me, and at Alyssa. But Alyssa didn’t choose to get pregnant with my baby, and she did nothing to intentionally hurt you. When that baby is born, it’s going to need a dad, and by then maybe you’ll have found it in your heart to forgive Alyssa.” He smiles. “Have either of you ever seen a film called Ryan’s Daughter?”

You shake your head, and Alyssa says, “No.”

“There’s a line in that film,” Sid continues, “which I think may be applicable here. It’s been a long time since I saw it and I may have it a bit wrong, but it goes something like this: ‘It may be that the two of you should part. But I doubt it! And that’s my parting gift to you: that doubt.’” Sid puts his hat on. “Goodbye.” And he turns, and walks away.

You are thinking about his words as you close the front door and turn to Alyssa. She is clearly doing the same, as she looks up at you with a glimmer of hope in her eyes. She opens her mouth to speak, but then thinks better of it. With a little smile, she turns and walks to the foot of the stairs. Pausing there, she says, “I should probably go and put something on.”

As she begins to ascend, you...

scowl as you stare at her naked bottom for what will likely be the last time.

feel your anger at her melting away, and you call out to her, “Wait!”

“Thank you!” says Sid happily.

“I’ll pay for myself and Sid, of course;” says Alyssa, “and we’ll let you have your bedroom back. We’ll manage in the spare room...”

“Okay,” you say curtly. “Good. It’s about time I had my own room back! I have an inflatable mattress, Sid, which you can use if you like. I’m not buying you a double bed, but if you happen to acquire one, you’re welcome to set it up in the spare room.”

Over the next few months, as Alyssa’s belly slowly swells, it seems like little has changed in your household. Sid and Alyssa continue having sex, sometimes behind closed doors and sometimes in front of you, and the outfits in which Alyssa leaves the house continue to become more and more outrageous. Eventually she gets into trouble at work and has to tone down her office outfits, but for evening outings and weekends she seems happy to show almost everything, baby bump notwithstanding.

Then, unexpectedly, the two of them break the news to you that they have just got married in a small civil ceremony to which you, obviously, were not invited. The anger and resentment which you have been feeling for the past few months comes to a head, and you have a full-blown argument with Sid, which ends with him announcing that he and Alyssa are leaving.

“Oh really?” you ask sceptically. “And where will you go?” You know how much he and Alyssa rely on you.

But he has an answer this time. Apparently Haley has found herself a new boyfriend – and one who has no objection to sharing space with Sid and Alyssa. To your surprise, then, your two housemates pack up and go, leaving you feeling a mixture of relief and dismay.

There is no doubt that the house is a duller place after their departure. You find yourself missing Alyssa terribly, and wondering how things went so wrong for the two of you. Your mind goes back to that fateful day when Sid came into your lives. All you wanted to do that night was have sex with Alyssa! But that never happened ... and now it never will.

THE END

You cry for about half an hour. Then, feeling both sorry for yourself and ashamed of yourself, you go upstairs and have a hot shower. This does not make you feel much better, but it does give your brain a chance to change gear and get out of self-pity mode.

You are better off without them, you decide. You had a good relationship with Alyssa at one time, but Sid well and truly ruined it. You could never be happy living with her and her baby, knowing it was Sid’s and not yours. Ah well. Plenty more fish in the sea, as they say.

THE END

You watch some television, but barely take it in. You cannot get thoughts of Alyssa and Sid out of your head. After an hour, you give up and switch off. What you need, you think to yourself, is a nice brisk walk.

Twenty minutes later, as you are walking beside the river, you spy up ahead of you a young woman out walking with her dog: a Great Dane which probably weighs more than she does. It is full of exuberant energy, and she is struggling to control it. One of its joyful bounces causes her to stagger backwards, whereupon she reaches the top of the riverbank and shrieks as she falls into the water.

Knowing how deep the water is, and how steep the bank is, you waste no time. Whipping your phone and car keys out of your pocket and dropping them at your feet, you run forward and leap into the water. As you reach the young woman, you find her trying to grab some vegetation on the riverbank as the current takes her downstream.

“Can you swim?” you ask her.

“Not very well!” she gasps, apparently near panic as her dog barks madly from the top of the bank above you.

“Get behind me and put your arms around my neck,” you instruct her. “Don’t try to swim; I’ll swim for both of us.”

“Okay!” she says.

Trailing her behind you, you swim downstream to a place where you know you can both get out: a boat launch, with a short, shallow slope made of concrete. As you help the young woman out of the water, her dog jumps all over her excitedly, wagging its tail and barking.

“That’s a lot of dog for you to handle,” you remark.

“Yes!” she agrees. “His name’s Titan. My ex-boyfriend got him as a puppy a few months ago – then he left me and buggered off to Spain with his mates. He’s a sweet dog, really, but a little hard to manage sometimes! Anyway I’m so grateful to you for rescuing me! I might have drowned otherwise.”

She is quite pretty, and her wet clothes are clinging to her in interesting ways. “Well, I couldn’t stand idly by and let that happen!” you say. “I’m Jon, by the way.”

“I’m Tina,” she says. “Ugh, we’re both wet through. I live just a couple of minutes away; do you want to come back to my house and dry off and have a cup of tea? Least I can do for my rescuer!”

“I’ll have to run back and get my keys and phone,” you tell her, “but then, yes! I’d love to.”

She pauses. “You’re not a psycho or a pervert or anything like that are you?”

“No, absolutely not,” you assure her.

“That’s what a psycho or pervert would say,” she says with a smirk.

You chuckle. “Maybe you’ll just have to take a chance on me,” you suggest.

She smiles. “Maybe I will.”

THE END

The fact that Alyssa is carrying another man’s baby has killed forever any notion that she could be yours. But the thought of that sweet young girl going off to live with a bunch of homeless men, dressed in almost nothing and becoming a de facto sex slave, is somehow intensely erotic. As you tug on your rigid cock, you imagine her being stripped of what little clothing she has, then sucking the filthy cock of one grubby old man while another sticks his rancid member into her vagina. Pumping harder, you imagine more filthy, horny, disgusting old men queuing up, massaging their exposed cocks in anticipation of getting to fuck this naked pregnant beauty.

“Oh God,” you groan, as you unload your semen into a tissue.

THE END

Dashing out of your house, you chase after Sid and Alyssa. Fortunately it does not take you long to catch up to them. “Wait!” you say breathlessly. “I made a mistake. I acted out of anger, and I wasn’t thinking straight. I’m sorry. Please don’t go.”

Alyssa looks surprised, but hopeful. Sid just looks disappointed. “Damn,” he says, “and there was I thinking I was finally going to get to live with the woman of my dreams.”

“You were going to pimp her out to your friends!” you scold him fiercely. “You were going to turn her into a sex slave! A prostitute!”

“Only out of necessity!” Sid protests. “To keep her and our baby warm and safe! It’s not like I had a lot of other options! I love Alyssa! I’d do anything for her. Even...” And now his eyes full with tears. “Even let her go. Of course what’s best for her is to be with you, if you’re going to treat her right.”

“Of course I will!” you say grimly.

Sid nods, then sighs. “Well, then I suppose this is goodbye.”

“Goodbye,” you say.

“Wait!” says Alyssa, anguished. “You can’t let Sid go back to the streets, Jon! You have to invite him back too.”

“What?” you say. “No! Bugger that. I’m sick of seeing him have sex with you. And he knocked you up!”

She bites her lip. “Either he stays with us,” she says, “or I go with him.”

You stare at her in dismay. You cannot believe that Alyssa would choose Sid over you. She has to be bluffing.

“Sid’s not coming back,” you insist. “You have to choose between being my girlfriend – and probably more than that in the future – or being a slut for Sid and his friends in some filthy abandoned building somewhere.”

Alyssa looks sad. “You really won’t help Sid at all if I stay with you?”

“No,” you say bluntly.

She hangs her head. “Then I’ll go with Sid.”

Your jaw drops. Her stubbornness is baffling. Does she really care for the old man that much? After a moment’s consideration, you say,

“Fine. Go with him. Have a nice life, Alyssa.”

“Fine! Sid can stay with us.”

Alyssa looks sad about this, but she nods.

Sid sighs. “Well, it’s been fun,” he says, “but I knew it wouldn’t last forever. At least I got to pass on my genes, hehe! And I have lots of nice memories.”

You glare at him, but say nothing as he packs his things together. You are relieved when he finally shuffles to your front door and opens it. “Can I get a goodbye kiss from the mother of my baby?” he asks hopefully.

“I think not,” you say, but Alyssa has already stepped past you and into Sid’s waiting arms. He pulls her naked body against his, rubbing his hands up and down her back as he tongues her mouth passionately. Then he moves one hand in front of her, and begins fondling her pussy. Alyssa moans.

“Alyssa!” you protest.

She finally steps away from Sid. “Goodbye Sid,” she says.

Sid sighs. “Goodbye darling,” he says. Then he turns, leaves the house, and is gone.

You are feeling a powerful urge to reclaim Alyssa as your own. “Come upstairs,” you say grimly.

In your bedroom, you strip off your clothes, push Alyssa back on to the bed, and climb on top of her. For some reason, your cock is now as rigid as a crowbar. You position yourself, then thrust inward.

Alyssa squeals as you penetrate her. Then she wraps her limbs around you, and kisses you as you begin fucking her with long, powerf...

“Aaah!” you groan, as you cum inside her. Pulling out, you flop down next to her, panting.

She props herself up on one elbow, and strokes your chest with her hand. “Well done,” she says. “You did it!”

“I did, didn’t I?” you pant, and then you laugh. “Sorry it was a bit quick.”

She says nothing for a while. Then she purses her lips. “Jon ... how do you feel about raising another man’s child?”

“I’ll adopt him or her,” you say. “Then he or she will be my child.”

“Really?” says Alyssa. “You’d do that?”

“Sure,” you say. “For you, absolutely. And for us.”

She lies down again, and snuggles up to you. “I love you Jon,” she says.

“I love you too, Alyssa,” you reply.

THE END

“But as a guest!” you add. “From now on, you’re mine and mine alone. No more sex with Sid!”

Alyssa looks at Sid, then nods. “Of course.”

Sid chuckles. “That’s okay,” he says. “I understand. I’ll just be grateful to have a roof over my head.”

“Now go and put some clothes on,” you tell Alyssa. “Sid’s seen enough of you.”

“Okay,” says Alyssa, nodding.

That night, for the very first time, you go to bed with Alyssa in your own room, while Sid sleeps in the spare bedroom. You try to have sex with your girlfriend, but it goes badly, and Alyssa gently suggests waiting a bit longer. “You’re putting too much pressure on yourself,” she says. “You’re so tense! Would you like me to give you a massage...?”

“No thank you,” you reply, a little stiffly. “I think we’ve had enough massages in this house.”

Alyssa nods. “Okay.”

For the next couple of days, things seem to be going well. Sid behaves himself very well, and is quite helpful around the house. As he points out, your instruction for Alyssa to resume wearing clothes was a little vague, and he suggests that underwear would be fine – covering up her essentials while still allowing you to enjoy looking at her body. Alyssa says that seems like a good compromise, and you grudgingly agree.

A day later, Sid suggests that Alyssa’s bra is perhaps unnecessary. “She’ll be growing out of it soon anyway,” he points out, “and rather than keep buying new ones, why not just go braless? She’s done it before...”

“And look what happened,” you remark grimly.

“That wasn’t because she was braless!” says Sid. “Just because she’s not wearing a bra doesn’t mean she and I are going to start having sex again, right?”

“I suppose not,” you concede.

So Alyssa goes back to wearing nothing but panties ... for two days, until Sid talks you into letting her be fully naked. “After all,” he says, “is it right for you to dictate her dress code in her own home? Yes, I know it’s your house, but it’s her home as well as yours ... if I understand the nature of your relationship correctly.”

He also, soon afterwards, wears you down on the subject of the massages. “Alyssa misses them terribly,” he tells you. “She won’t admit it to you, but she does. I know they got out of hand before, but come on, Jon – you want her to be happy, don’t you? She’d be thrilled to get another massage from me – even just a safe, non-sexual one without a ‘happy ending’.”

“I suppose she would,” you reply with a sigh.

Within a week of the revelation that Sid has impregnated your girlfriend, therefore, he has resumed giving her massages. And in the days after that, the massages gradually escalate, until somehow he has persuaded you to let him give her an orgasm at the end of each one.

By now he is openly groping her in non-massage situations, too. When you object, he just laughs and assures you that it’s all in good fun, and doesn’t mean anything, and is no threat to your relationship with Alyssa.

“That’s what you said before,” you grumble.

“I was right then, too,” he says. “Alyssa never stopped loving you or being your woman. Face it, Jon, the only thing that went wrong was the fact that I thought I couldn’t get her pregnant, and obviously I was wrong about that. But heck, she can’t get any more pregnant than she is now, right?”

“Don’t have sex with her!” you say quickly, alarmed by Sid’s reasoning.

“Why does that thought panic you so much?” Sid inquires. “Look, I’m not planning to fuck Alyssa again, but if it happens, there’s no need for you to freak out about it. She and I have had sex plenty of times. She’s still your girl! Once you get good at sex yourself, she won’t need my cock anymore, will she?”

“But I don’t want her to have sex with you again!” you say desperately.

“I know,” says Sid nodding. “But it’s not fair to Alyssa to make her live in a sexless relationship. Sooner or later she’ll leave you and seek satisfaction elsewhere. But if you let me take care of her sexual needs, she’ll have no reason to leave you. Unless you can suddenly start taking care of them yourself, of course. I’ll tell you what: why don’t you have another go at the old rumpy-pumpy tonight? If it goes well, and kicks off a fulfilling sexual relationship between the two of you, then Alyssa won’t need any more gratification from me. But if it doesn’t, you should just accept the idea of Alyssa and me resuming sexual relations – just on a temporary basis – until you sort yourself out.”

“Fine,” you say, determined to make it work this time.

But when the time comes, it is as big a disaster as ever. “Come on!” Sid encourages you. “Look at how sexy she is, with her legs spread and all. Rub some life into that limp noodle of yours!”

“You can do it, Jon,” Alyssa urges you.

But you cannot. Eventually you storm out of the room. You know what this means, of course, and it comes as no surprise to hear Alyssa’s excited moans coming from your bedroom a few minutes later.

The next day, despite his previous assurances, Sid is acting as if Alyssa is his own girlfriend, rather than yours. He French-kisses her frequently in front of you while fondling her breasts, buttocks and/or vagina, and whenever he feels he is ready, he bends her over the nearest item of furniture and slides his cock into her vagina.

That night he fucks her in your bed, and then the two of them fall asleep together. Grumbling unhappily, you move your things back into the spare bedroom.

THE END

The next few days are difficult, but Alyssa tries her best to win back your affections. She cooks for you, cleans the house, does the laundry, and sometimes the dishes too (although out of guilt you do most of these), despite having a full time job.

Her strategy works. Your anger at her gradually diminishes, along with your resentment at the fact that she is carrying another man’s baby. After two weeks, you sit down with her to discuss the future.

“Alyssa,” you say, “I can’t be angry at you anymore. I’ve forgiven you – and if you want, we can try to hit the reset button on our relationship. Will you ... will you please be my girlfriend again?”

She throws her arms around you. “Thank you!” she gasps. “Yes – I’d love that.”

That night, you make love with Alyssa for the first time. It is sweet, tender, loving ... and brief. You have barely managed to get your cock inside her before you climax, spurting semen with a shudder and a groan of pleasure.

From then on, you have sex every night. And as you get more experienced, you get better at it. But to your frustration, you never seem to be able to elicit from Alyssa the kind of ecstatic moans that she routinely expressed when having sex with Sid. This frustration eats at you more and more as you convince yourself that Alyssa is pining for Sid’s attentions. Eventually, it begins to affect your ability to get aroused at the prospect of imminent sex.

One night, as you try and fail to get an erection, you climb off the bed in embarrassment and annoyance. “Damn it, I’m hopeless at this!” you mutter.

“Not at all,” Alyssa assures you.

“Yes I am!” you insist. “Obviously I am! Nothing’s to be gained by denying reality, Alyssa.”

“Well it doesn’t matter,” says Alyssa. “I love you anyway. But perhaps ... I mean ... there are such things as sex therapists. Maybe we could go and see one?”

You do not relish the prospect, but eventually you nod. “All right.”

The following week, you find yourself sitting down in a cozy office with a portly middle-aged man, Dr Handel, who smiles at you in a friendly manner. Then he eyes Alyssa up and down, and grins. “Hello!” he says. “Do take a seat, both of you.”

After his introductory spiel and some preliminary questions and answers, he asks you to describe the problem you are having ... which you do, feeling rather awkward. He nods, and smiles. “You find Alyssa attractive, do you not?” he asks.

“Of course!” you reply. “She’s beautiful.”

“That she is,” the doctor agrees. “And yet somehow the sight of her lying naked before you is, shall we say, off-putting? Did something happen, in your past together, that might have put a damper on your enthusiasm for such a view?”

You immediately think of Sid, grinning and rubbing his oily hands all over your Alyssa. And sticking his fingers inside her. And thrusting his cock in her vagina. “Yes, I suppose so,” you admit.

“Tell me about that,” says the doctor.

You look at Alyssa, who nods. So, taking a deep breath, you tell the doctor about Sid.

“Wow,” says Dr Handel, once you are done. “I can understand why you would become anxious in a sexual situation. But don’t worry, this shouldn’t be too hard to overcome. You simply need to form new associations! New experiences, new memories, that will overpower the spectre of Sid’s presence in your lives. Tell me, Jon: do you masturbate?”

You blush, and nod.

“And what do you think about when you do?” the doctor asks. “What fantasies do you entertain in the safety of your own brain?”

You blush harder. “That’s ... a little embarrassing to talk about.”

“Alyssa,” says the doctor, “would you mind leaving the room for a few moments? If Jon is worried he’ll damage his relationship with you by opening up about his deepest fantasies, he’s unlikely to be honest in front of you.”

“Um ... okay,” says Alyssa. She gets up, and leaves the room.

“Now,” says the doctor. “Go on – what do you think about? You’ll get no judgment from me, I assure you. I’ve heard it all.”

You take a deep breath, then say, “The thing is, my favourite thing to think about is...

Alyssa getting fucked by another man.”

tying Alyssa up and giving her a good spanking for being a naughty girl.”

Alyssa doing a big poo in her panties.”

filling Alyssa’s panties with worms, or slugs, or maggots.”

Alyssa stops, and looks back at you. “Yes, Jon?”

“I think Sid’s right,” you tell her. “I think I’d like to try to make this work. And ... I’m sort of hoping you’ll stay naked...”

She smiles, and comes back down the stairs. “I’d be happy to,” she says. “Would you ... like to come to bed with me?”

“I’d love to,” you say fervently. In Sid’s absence, hopefully you’ll be able to perform better.

In fact, it does not go very well, but you persist, and eventually manage to climax inside Alyssa. After that, over the next few weeks, your technique and stamina slowly improve, and you try various different positions that you have learned about on the internet. Before long, you have what any objective assessment would agree is a very vigorous and thriving sex life.

By now, though, Alyssa’s belly is growing quite large and round. You accompany her to ultrasound appointments and prenatal classes, and although you know that the baby inside your girlfriend is not yours, you are determined to treat him or her as your own.

One day, while Alyssa is cooking dinner in the kitchen, you watch her naked body fondly for a moment, before getting down on one knee. “Alyssa,” you say, holding out an opened box with a diamond ring in it.

She turns toward you, her swollen belly directly in front of your face. When she sees the ring, she squeals in excitement.

“Alyssa, will you...”

“Yes!” she exclaims, cutting you off. “Yes of course I’ll marry you!”

You assume that she will want to wait until after the baby is born, but this assumption turns out to be incorrect: Alyssa can’t wait to get married, and moreover she seems quite happy – excited, even – at the thought of getting married in as outrageously skimpy a wedding dress as she can get away with. This means a civil ceremony, which also works with the short timescale. You invite just a handful of close friends, along with select family members who are unlikely to make a fuss about Alyssa’s dress (really just a babydoll nightie).

The big day arrives. Alyssa is eight months along and getting quite big, but fortunately her nightie splits at the front, with ribbons tying the two sides together. Her breasts are clearly visible through the sheer, flimsy fabric, and her white satin panties are completely exposed. The registrar, a middle-aged man whom you met with a week ago to ensure his suitability, can hardly take his eyes off Alyssa as he stumbles through his lines. When he finally says, “You may now undress and kiss the bride,” you pull on the ribbon between Alyssa’s breasts, then brush her nightie off both shoulders, so that it falls to the floor. Then you kiss her, as gasps and claps erupt from your assembled friends and family.

Your mother and father are both very red-faced when they come up to congratulate you afterwards. “Well that was quite some ceremony!” says your father, trying and failing to avoid looking at Alyssa’s breasts.

“You might have warned us about that last part!” says your mother. “You do look beautiful though, Alyssa.”

“Thanks ... Mum,” says Alyssa, and the two women hug.

Throughout the reception, Alyssa remains in just her panties and shoes. As you dance with her, you consider yourself the luckiest man on the planet...

THE END

You turn on your heel and walk angrily back to your house, without even looking back. For the rest of the day, you sit around and fume at the pair of them. Clearly they deserve each other. Alyssa is almost certainly going to have an awful life, being a sex slave for a bunch of dirty old homeless men ... but she made her choice. It is not your fault.

You, meanwhile, are now free to pursue whomever you want. There is the new girl at work, Misty, who smiles shyly every time she sees you. Then there’s Rhonda, the busty checkout girl at Windle’s, who flirts shamelessly with you every time you shop there. Or perhaps you could ask out Kalila, the teenaged daughter of the Lebanese doctor who lives next door. He is a very controlling man, and you are not at all sure that the relationship between the two of them is very healthy. Sometimes you can see in her eyes a kind of desperation, as if she is longing to escape. And she is quite pretty.

But none of them can compare to Alyssa. You sigh heavily as you climb into bed ... in the spare room. You cannot bear to sleep where Sid repeatedly fucked your girlfriend and got her pregnant. Gradually you fall asleep, your pillow damp from tears.

THE END

Sid beams. “All right then!” he says.

“But Alyssa is my girlfriend!” you say firmly. “Not yours. You don’t get to have sex with her anymore.”

Sid smirks. “With respect, Jon, Alyssa’s carrying my child. You kicked her out of the house because of that fact. Let’s face it: you’re not capable of giving Alyssa what she needs. I don’t mind you kissing and cuddling with her occasionally – heck, you can even fuck her if you think you can – but she’s mine now. She and I will sleep together in the master bedroom, as we have been doing, and you can stay in the spare room.

Your jaw drops. “You’re deranged!” you exclaim. “Alyssa doesn’t want to be your girlfriend! Tell him, Alyssa!”

Alyssa bites her lip, and hangs her head. “I think,” she says apologetically, “I’ve sort of been Sid’s girlfriend for a while now. I love you, Jon, I really do ... but Sid’s right. I’m his.”

You are flabbergasted. Wordlessly and dejectedly, you follow them back to your house. Once inside, Alyssa undresses, and in the living room she climbs on to his lap and rides his cock while you watch glumly. How ... why ... did Alyssa choose this disgusting old man over you?

The answer is obvious. He is more of a man than you are. This thought sends you into a deep depression, and you get up and go upstairs, entering the spare bedroom and lying down on the bed in a foetal position, hugging your knees.

But as you lie there, from somewhere deep within you a sense of intense resolve begins to well up. This is all wrong. You are no less of a man than Sid. You are young, and fit, and strong – you are MORE of a man than he is! You just have to show it to Alyssa. Getting off the bed, you pace up and down, psyching yourself up. You clench your fists. There is no way Sid is going to steal your girlfriend from you! She is yours. You just have to reclaim her.

With your jaws clenched grimly and your fists balled by your sides, you trot down the stairs, then march into the living room, where Alyssa is still bouncing up and down on Sid’s cock. Grabbing her around the waist, you lift her off Sid’s lap and throw her over your shoulder as she squeals in shock. “Alyssa, you’re my girl and you’re coming with me!” You carry her upstairs, and into the master bedroom, where you throw her down on the bed.

“Jon!” gasps Alyssa, looking startled.

You pull her legs apart. “It’s time I show you who’s the man of this house!” you say, and you pull down your trousers and underwear together. Climbing on top of Alyssa, you position the head of your cock at the entrance to her vagina, and push forward.

Your cock, thick and rigid, slides deep inside her. “Oh Jon,” Alyssa sighs, as she wraps her arms and legs around you.

You do not last long, but as you climax inside her, your point is made. She is yours now, and you intend to keep it that way.

Downstairs, Sid chuckles to himself. “Good for you, Jon, good for you,” he says quietly. “But can you keep her? We shall see.” He smirks to himself. “We shall see...”

THE END

“Ah,” says Doctor Handel, nodding. “Well that makes sense.”

“It does?” you say in surprise.

“Of course!” says the doctor.

“But I hated seeing Sid have sex with Alyssa!” you say, feeling quite confused. “It didn’t arouse me at all!”

“The fetish had not formed yet, at that time,” says the doctor. “But it’s perfectly understandable. I could go into the psychology of it all – the fact that you’ve convinced yourself, on a subconscious level, that you’re incapable of fulfilling Alyssa’s needs and that someone else needs to do it, blah blah blah ... but it’s not my job to fix those sorts of things. The point is, you’ve developed a fetish, and it’s quite possible that Alyssa is willing to accommodate it. But you’ll never know unless you ask her, right?”

“But ... it’s embarrassing!” you say, mortified at the idea of admitting such a thing to your girlfriend.

“Is Alyssa likely to make fun of you?” Doctor Handel inquires.

“No!” you say, shocked. “Absolutely not. But all the same, I don’t want her thinking...”

“That you’re less of a man?” asks Doctor Handel. “Don’t worry about that. Let me take care of it. Shall we call her back in?”

You nod, and the doctor gets to his feet. He fetches Alyssa, who sits back down next to you.

“Well now,” says Doctor Handel, “it seems your Jon has a secret fetish, Alyssa. Quite a common one, among men who feel very secure in their relationships. He fantasises about you having sex with other men.”

Alyssa gasps, and her cheeks turn red. “Oh!” she says.

“I’m sorry!” you say unhappily.

“Don’t apologise!” says the doctor. “There’s nothing wrong with it. I’m sure it’s been brought about by the unusual situation you found yourselves in with Sid, in which case the only thing to blame here is Jon’s kindness to strangers. Which is no bad thing. The point is, Alyssa, if you want to inflame Jon’s ardour, then you may have to bite the bullet and start having sex with other men.”

“What??” you and Alyssa say together.

Doctor Handel shrugs. “Why not? Clearly you enjoyed sex with Sid, Alyssa, even when Jon was in the room. So I don’t think it’s going to be much of a hardship for you. And Jon will enjoy it too. So why not give it a try?”

Alyssa looks at you in alarm and confusion. “Do you ... really want me to?”

“I don’t know!” you reply with a grimace.

“Well let’s try an experiment,” says the doctor. “Alyssa, could you stand up please?”

Alyssa stands up, a little hesitantly.

“Now,” the doctor continues, “please take off your clothes.”

You and Alyssa both gasp.

“Come on, come on,” says Doctor Handel. “Don’t look so shocked. Alyssa, you spent a long time naked in Sid’s company, and Jon, you saw her naked and being screwed by Sid many times. This shouldn’t be hard for either of you.”

Alyssa bites her lip, then begins to undress. You watch her, wide-eyed, and then you gasp at the sight of Doctor Handel pulling his erect cock out of his trousers. “What are you doing?” you protest.

The doctor smiles. “Proving a point,” he says. “Alyssa, come over here and sit on my cock. Let’s see what effect it has on your boyfriend. No, don’t look at Jon for permission. He doesn’t want to be asked. Just come here and impale yourself on my cock.”

To your astonishment, Alyssa timidly walks over to the doctor, climbs on to his lap, squats with her feet straddling his thighs, and lowers herself carefully down as he guides his erection inside her.

“Holy shit!” you exclaim.

The sight is definitely having its intended effect. As you watch Alyssa bouncing up and down on Doctor Handel’s cock, you feel yourself getting long and rigid inside your underwear. As Alyssa’s moans grow louder, you feel bold enough to pull out your cock and start stroking it.

“There you go!” says the doctor encouragingly. “Shall I send your girlfriend over to you, Jon, or do you want to watch me cum inside her?”

Your cock gets, if possible, even more erect. “Send her over,” you reply in a husky voice.

Alyssa begins to climb off Doctor Handel’s lap, but he pulls her back down, thrusting deep inside her. “Not yet,” he commands her. “Keep bouncing.”

You scowl indignantly at him, but he simply smiles. “Giving you what you want is not necessarily the same as giving you what you need,” he says. “Milk my cock with that tight pussy of yours, Alyssa. Milk me dry.”

Alyssa keeps bouncing, while you watch in frustration, desperate to sink your own cock inside her. Eventually the doctor groans, grabbing Alyssa’s breasts and squeezing them as he spurts his semen deep within her. “All right,” he pants, after about half a minute. “Go and attend to Jon.”

Alyssa gets off him, and you see his white-slimy cock slipping out of her vagina. Then she comes over to you, and climbs on to your lap. Your thick erection slides into her like a knife through warm butter, lubricated by her juices and the doctor’s semen. After a couple of minutes of Alyssa bouncing up and down, you groan in relief as you ejaculate inside her. “Oh yeah...” you sigh with satisfaction.

“Good!” says the doctor. “Well, I think weekly sessions will really help the two of you a lot. See you next Tuesday!”

You nod, and hold Alyssa’s naked body against you. “Okay,” you pant.

THE END

Doctor Handel bursts out laughing. “That’s it?” he says. “That’s what you were worried about telling Alyssa? Jon, spanking is a fun and harmless fetish enjoyed by countless couples all over the world. I can’t guarantee that Alyssa will enjoy it or even let you do it, but there’s no harm in asking, right? If it fixes your sex life, why even hesitate?”

“It’s just ... it seems abusive,” you reply, red-faced.

“Only if it’s non-consensual,” says the doctor. “Cone on – shall we invite Alyssa back in?”

“Okay,” you say, nodding.

Chuckling to himself, Doctor Handel gets up and goes to the door to fetch Alyssa. A moment later, she is sitting next to you once again. “It seems, Alyssa,” says the doctor, “that Jon gets aroused by the idea of tying you up and spanking you.”

“Oh!” says Alyssa, wide-eyed.

“How would you feel about giving that a try?” the doctor asks.

Alyssa looks at you, and you smile sheepishly.

“Um, I don’t know,” says Alyssa, blushing nervously. “Won’t it hurt?”

“A little,” says the doctor, “but it depends how hard Jon spanks you, obviously. You’ve got to strike a balance between what you’re comfortable with, and what will excite Jon. Some women get a kick out of being spanked – the harder the spanking, the more they like it. The pain is a thrill for them. Other women prefer a lighter touch, or not to be spanked at all. For you two, being inexperienced, I think you should try it in a controlled setting, a safe space, while you get familiar with your own comfort levels, and each other’s. In fact, why don’t you try it right now? This is as safe a space as you’ll find. I’ll be here to supervise, and step in if it doesn’t go well.”

You raise your eyebrows, startled. “You want me to spank Alyssa, right now ... in front of you?”

“Yes!” says Doctor Handel. “Unless it would make you feel uncomfortable...?”

“A little!” you admit. “I mean, I don’t really know how...”

“You don’t know how to spank someone?” the doctor asks, amused.

Your cheeks redden. “I mean, I’m not sure how hard to do it...”

The doctor chuckles. “Sorry for being flippant. Of course there’s more to it than just hitting the buttocks. I’ll be happy to demonstrate, though. Alyssa, come over here and lie across my lap.”

Alyssa stares at him. “I’m sorry?”

“Come on, come on,” says Doctor Handel impatiently, beckoning her over. “Trust me, I’m a doctor.”

Alyssa looks at you for support, and you shrug uncertainly. You are very much looking forward to spanking Alyssa, if she will agree to it, but you are nervous about putting her off the idea by doing it wrongly and hurting or embarrassing her. Perhaps Doctor Handel can give you some pointers.

Alyssa hesitantly crouches slightly next to the doctor’s lap, then she leans across it, and settles her weight down, resting her hands on the floor.

Doctor Handel briskly pulls Alyssa’s skirt up to her waist, exposing her white panties. “Now,” he says, ignoring her little squeal and your half-hearted protest, “we’ll start with a light spank.” He raises his hand, then brings it down with a slap on Alyssa’s left buttock that makes her twitch and squeal again. “There – that wasn’t too painful, was it?” He spanks her again, with similar intensity.

“This is very embarrassing!” says Alyssa, mortified.

You feel your cock hardening as you watch the middle-aged psychiatrist spanking your girlfriend. “I see,” you say.

“But not too painful?” the doctor persists, spanking her again.

“Not really painful at all,” Alyssa admits. “Just embarrassing.”

“Okay, so we’ll try it a little harder,” says the doctor. “This is a moderate spank.” He brings his hand down with more force, eliciting another squeal. “How’s that?” He does it again.

“That hurts a little bit!” Alyssa gasps. “But it’s not too bad. I could cope with this.”

“Good!” says the doctor. He then pulls her panties up between her buttocks, exposing her curvy bottom almost fully. “This is another technique you can employ, Jon. Pull the panties up, to expose the buttocks.” He spanks her again. Then he hooks the fingers of his other hand around her panties, either side of the bunched-up material, and pulls the garment harder into her cleft. “If you give her a nice good wedgie like this,” he explains, “it will press her panties against her clitoris and enhance the experience for her.” He tugs even harder, and then spanks her again. Alyssa gasps, and moans.

“Don’t forget to divide your attention between both buttocks,” the doctor continues, spanking each of Alyssa’s buttocks in turn. Then he stops. “If she’s been especially naughty, of course, you’ll want to deprive her of her panties before beginning the spanking.” He takes hold of Alyssa’s panties, and tugs them halfway down her thighs. She squeals again.

“Steady on!” you say, alarmed.

“Relax!” says Doctor Handel. “It’s really no different from pulling them into the buttock cleft. Just more of a feeling of exposure, which enhances the excitement – for both of you, probably.” He spanks Alyssa again, once on each buttock. “How’s the pain level, Alyssa?”

“My bottom’s getting quite hot!” Alyssa reports. “It feels like it’s buzzing.”

The doctor nods. “Yes, well, it also helps to alternate spanking with a soothing massage every once in a while. This will increase Alyssa’s arousal and enjoyment of the situation, and you’ll be able to spank her for longer.” While he says this, he massages Alyssa’s bottom, his fingers slipping between her buttocks with each stroke. Then he raises his hand again. “Spank spank!” he says. “Then massage.” His hand slips further into the gap between Alyssa’s buttocks and thighs, and she moans again. “You can combine the buttock massage with a pussy massage too, of course,” he adds. “For even more arousal. The more pleasurable you make this experience for Alyssa, the more she is likely to agree to future spankings.”

“You ... shouldn’t be doing that!” Alyssa gasps.

“I’m just demonstrating!” says the doctor. “Obviously it’ll be better when Jon’s doing this, but I just want to show you both the possibilities. Now, after a nice little rub of Alyssa’s pussy, of course, she’ll be getting pretty moist, so feel free to stick a couple of fingers inside her.”

Alyssa half-squeals, half-moans, and you sit bolt upright. “Did you just...”

“A gentle finger-fucking will go along way toward mitigating the pain of the spanking,” the doctor continues, his hand moving rhythmically between Alyssa’s legs. Her moans are now matching time with his movements.

This is reminding you uncomfortably of Sid. And perhaps the experience with Sid has got you too used to the idea of another man groping your girlfriend, because by rights you should really have been strongly objecting to Doctor Handel’s behaviour. No doubt he is being professional and this is simply what he does, but a normal man would doubtless be more possessive and protective.

“Now look here, Doctor Handel,” you say sternly.

“Just a moment, Jon,” says the doctor. “Obviously Alyssa is getting very aroused, so this would be a good time to demonstrate a harder spanking.” He withdraws his wet fingers, raises his hand, and brings it down hard, several times in quick succession.

“Ow ow owwww!” Alyssa shrieks.

“Then go back to the finger-fucking,” says the doctor, tucking his hand between her legs again. “And after a bit of that ... we can move on to a more unusual form of spanking.” And with surprisingly little expenditure of effort, he lifts her up and flips her over, pulling her panties off in the process. “The pussy spank!” he announces, pulling her thighs apart. “Don’t cover yourself, Alyssa.” He takes hold of both her wrists with his left hand, and pulls her arms up above her head. Then he brings his right hand down with a loud slap on her puffy pink pussy lips.

“Good grief!” you exclaim, as Alyssa shrieks.

“Not too hard, of course,” says Doctor Handel, continuing the spanking. “The labia are more sensitive than the buttocks! And then, after a few spanks, shove your fingers back inside her and give her a good hard finger-fuck.”

“Uhhhuhhhuhhhuhhhh!” Alyssa pants, her head drooping backward as her eyes close.

“She’s getting close to orgasm now!” says the doctor cheerfully, as he rapidly thrusts his fingers in and out of her vagina. “But don’t let her cum – not yet!” And he takes his fingers out, and administers a few more sharp spanks to her pussy.

“Owww, it hurts!” Alyssa wails.

“Keep her going back and forth between pleasure and pain,” the doctor goes on, now finger-fucking her again, “and she’ll be practically begging you for an orgasm. And there we go...”

Alyssa bucks and thrashes around on his lap, screaming with pleasure, as he finally drives her over the edge.

“Well, um, thank you,” you say, feeling both flustered and impressed. “That was very ... instructive.”

“Don’t mention it,” says the doctor, licking his fingers clean. “Well that’s all we have time for. Same time next week?”

“I suppose so,” you say, nodding uncomfortably.

THE END

“Oh!” says Doctor Handel in surprise. “I see. Well, that’s a little more unusual than I was imagining. But isn’t it possible that Alyssa shares this fetish? How will you know unless you ask her? And even if she doesn’t, don’t you think she might try it anyway ... just for you? Maybe not on a frequent basis, but perhaps on special occasions? You owe it to her to be honest with her, at least, and ask about it. Even if she does it for you only once, that’s a powerful memory that can perhaps ... encourage you ... when you’re struggling to get in the mood.”

“That would be nice,” you admit. “I’m just ... I’m afraid to ask her. Afraid of what she’ll think of me.”

“Jon, she let another man get her pregnant,” says the doctor sternly. “And you’re worried about what SHE will think of YOU?”

You bite your lip, and nod. “She didn’t do anything behind my back,” you say. “Not really. And this is just ... well, it’s weird, isn’t it?”

The doctor shrugs. “It’s a fetish. Everyone has a kink or two. It’s what makes humanity interesting. Come on, Jon, she obviously loves you. If she’s grossed out by the idea, she doesn’t have to do it. But she’ll be way more shallow than I give her credit for, if she changes her opinion of you just because of what you fantasise about. Give her a chance.”

You sigh. “All right,” you concede reluctantly.

The doctor gets up and goes to the door, and lets Alyssa back in. As she sits down, he says, “Jon has something to ask you – don’t you, Jon?”

“I suppose,” you say nervously. “Um ... Alyssa ... I have this sort of weird fetish. I really hope you won’t judge me for it ... and if you don’t like the idea, of course you don’t have to try it. But Doctor Handel has convinced me I should at least tell you about it.”

“What is it?” Alyssa asks, her curiosity aroused.

You blush, and stare down at her chest. “I ... I like to think of you ... um ... doing a great big poo ... in your panties.”

Alyssa’s jaw drops. “Oh!” she says, her cheeks reddening.

“Obviously I’m not asking you to do that,” you add hastily.

“Yes you are!” says Doctor Handel. “Own it, lad! Don’t apologise for who you are. Ask her if she’ll do it for you. She can always say no if she doesn’t want to.”

You clam up. The words are out; all that remains is for Alyssa to respond.

And she does, after a few very tense moments. “I suppose I don’t mind doing that for you,” she says shyly. “I’d be worried the smell would turn you off, though...”

“It won’t,” you assure her. “It’ll excite me more than you can imagine.”

Alyssa glances nervously at Doctor Handel. “Perhaps we can talk more about this later?”

“Of course!” you reply. This is now between you and her, after all.

“Moving on, then...” says the doctor.

After the session, as you and Alyssa are driving home, you tentatively broach the subject again. “So you’ll really do it...?”

Alyssa nods. “Maybe outside, if that would be okay? I’d prefer not to stink up the house. Unless ... you’d like that...?”

“No no,” you reply. “Outside is fine.” Better, even. “Can you wear something ... sexy...?”

Alyssa smiles. “Whatever you like.”

At home, you and Alyssa look through the outfits that she was wearing outdoors when Sid was around. You were tempted to throw them all out after Sid left, but the fact that Alyssa looked really good in them was undeniable. Now, perhaps, it was time to resurrect one of those outfits.

“How about that one?” you suggest, pointing to a denim microskirt with loose pleats. You know that it only barely covers Alyssa’s bottom. If she does a poo in her panties, the skirt will not be long enough to cover the bulge.

“Sure!” says Alyssa. “And a top to go with it...?”

You pick a sheer yellow crop top. “Do you mind wearing this with no bra?”

Alyssa smiles, and nods. “I’ve worn it to go shopping before.” She giggles. “The looks I got!”

Once she has got changed, you meet her downstairs. “You look amazing,” you say, eyeing her visible breasts through her thin top.

She giggles again. “Thank you. So where do you want to do this...?”

“Down by the river?” you suggest hopefully.

“Oh!” says Alyssa, her eyes widening nervously. “In public? I was imagining in the garden...”

“Oh,” you say. “Okay ... that’ll work.”

Alyssa bites her lip. “I suppose I could do it by the river. I could pick a moment when there’s nobody around, and then run back to the house once I’m done.”

“That would be great!” you say happily.

The short walk to the river takes you past a large area of grass where kids often play football, though it is currently deserted. After that a path leads between two high fences, and then between a hedge and a low wire fence that marks the border of a small patch of woodland. This path terminates at a quiet road, on the other side of which a grassy bank slopes down for about twenty feet until it meets the footpath by the river. In all, it is about a three-minute walk.

Alyssa stops beneath a tree that stands next to the path. A man in his sixties is approaching, with a Jack Russell trotting by his side. He stares at Alyssa for a moment, then grins. “Good afternoon!” he says. And then he passes you both, and continues along the path.

“Now seems like as good a time as any,” you say.

Alyssa smiles anxiously. “You really want me to do a poo in my panties?”

“More than anything,” you say fervently.

Alyssa nods. Then her face assumes a look of concentration.

“Wait,” you say. “Can I watch...? I mean, can you maybe bend over and lean against the tree, so I can see your panties filling up...?”

Alyssa bites her lip, then nods. “Gosh, this is so embarrassing!” she says, as she plants her hands on the tree’s trunk and sticks her bottom out. The denim skirt rides up, and her panties peep into view. You crouch down and watch the white material intently.

A moment later, a lump appears in the fabric. It grows slowly at first, then pauses, then continues at a rush. Your grin and cock both grow as Alyssa’s white panties balloon outward, filling up with what looks to be an impressive volume of poo.

“Wow!” you breathe, fascinated by the sight.

“You ... like it?” Alyssa asks.

“I love it!” you reply. “Can you stand up straight please?”

Alyssa does so. You note with glee that her heavily laden panties are sagging about two inches below the hem of her skirt.

“People are coming!” she says urgently. “What do we do?”

If you and Alyssa head back the way you came, the oncoming trio of young women will see her bulging panties. “Let’s walk,” you say quickly. “Towards them. Pretend we’re just out for a stroll. Which we are.” You take her hand.

“Oh gosh,” Alyssa whispers, as the two of you start walking down the river path.

“Just act natural,” you mutter. “Relax.”

“I’ll try!” says Alyssa.

“Good afternoon,” you say to the young women.

“Hi,” says one of them, suppressing a giggle as she looks at Alyssa’s chest. The other two actually do giggle.

And then you are past them. “See?” you say to Alyssa. “That wasn’t too hard, was it?”

Alyssa shivers. “Actually it’s quite exciting,” she confesses. “Not knowing if I’m going to get away with this or not. I know you’ll keep me safe ... but I could still get ridiculed or laughed at.”

“Can you handle it if you do?” you ask her.

She nods. “When Sid was living with us and I was wearing all those skimpy outfits when we went out, I got teased quite a lot ... but I coped. Actually I found it rather ... exciting.” She giggles shyly. “The idea that people were staring at me and thinking that I was TOO sexy ... I probably shouldn’t have enjoyed that, but I did.”

“Wow!” you say. “So you want to go back to wearing this kind of outfit on a regular basis?”

Alyssa shrugs. “Only if you want me to...”

“I think I do,” you reply. “And what about panty-pooping...?”

Alyssa blushes. “I think, maybe ... I like it. It feels so warm and squishy and naughty in my panties ... and the fact that anyone behind me could see what I’ve done – how naughty I’ve been – is really quite arousing.”

You are utterly delighted. This is everything you could have hoped for. “In that case,” you say with a wicked grin, “how about we continue this walk, and when we reach the bridge, turn left and head into the town centre? We could do a bit of shopping...”

Alyssa shivers, and her grip on your hand tightens. “Okay,” she whispers.

THE END

“My goodness!” says Doctor Handel in surprise. “Well that’s certainly very ... interesting. I don’t suppose there are many women who would enjoy that sort of thing, but it’s not impossible that Alyssa is an exception. You’ll never know until you ask her, though.”

“I know,” you say with a sigh. “But if I don’t ask her, then I can hold on to the fantasy that she might do it for me someday. If I ask her and she refuses, then that’s it. I know it’s never going to happen.”

“It never will, if you never talk to her about it,” says the doctor. “Look, it’s likely she doesn’t share your fetish. But even if that’s the case, it’s possible she’ll be willing to give it a try anyway, for your sake. Possibly there’s something she likes but you don’t, and you could do that for her in return. A bit of quid pro quo. And if she refuses entirely ... well, at least you’ll know where you stand. At least you’ll have tried.”

“I suppose you’re right,” you agree with a sigh.

“Okay, let’s get her back in here.” Doctor Handel gets up and goes to the door to fetch Alyssa. A moment later, she is sitting next to you once more. “Jon has something he’d like to ask you.”

Put on the spot, you find your face growing hot as Alyssa looks at you expectantly. “Um,” you say, struggling to find the words.

“Would you like me to ask her for you?” asks the doctor, after a long hesitation.

“No,” you say shortly. You take a deep breath. “Alyssa, I have this error fetish. I like to imagine you with your panties, um, full of ... gross and/or slimy creatures. Like worms, slugs, maggots ... that kind of thing.”

The words are out now. You stare down at Alyssa’s lap, not daring to look her in the face.

“Oh!” she says in surprise. “Wow. Um, I’m not sure how I feel about that. What about that idea appeals to you?”

“I don’t know,” you say unhappily. “Just, sort of, the idea of all those gross slimy creatures wriggling and writhing against your intimate parts, maybe even slithering inside you...”

Alyssa gulps. “Gosh,” she says. “And this is something you want me to do?”

“Only if you’re willing,” you say. “I know it’s a lot to ask...”

“Well,” says Alyssa nervously, “the idea of it rather freaks me out ... but I suppose we can give it a try...”

“Really?” you say hopefully.

Alyssa nods.

“You see?” says Doctor Handel. “Never hurts to ask, Jon! I look forward to hearing all about it in our next session.”

You and Alyssa leave the doctor’s office, and return to your car. As you drive home, you say, “So, um, how do you want to do this?”

Alyssa shrugs. “I don’t know,” she says. “It’s your fantasy. I assume you have something in mind.”

You think for a moment, then turn right at the next junction.

“Where are we going?” Alyssa asks.

“You’ll see,” you tell her.

Five minutes later, you park your car outside a shop that you have seen many times but never been inside: Ollie’s Fishing Tackle and Supplies. “I’ll be right back,” you say.

“Okay,” says Alyssa.

You run into the shop, and look around. It does not take you long to find what you are looking for: dozens of tubs on a shelf, labelled as various different kinds of fishing bait. Two, labelled ‘earthworms’ and ‘maggots (large)’, catch your eye. You open up the containers to check their contents, and nod in satisfaction.

You buy three tubs of each kind, and return to the car. “Okay, let’s go home.”

Alyssa bites her lip nervously as she eyes the containers.

Back at the house, at your request, Alyssa takes off her skirt. Then she holds open the back of her panties, and you pour in an entire tub of maggots.

Alyssa squeals. “Oh! They’re cold!”

“I imagine they’ll warm up soon enough,” you assure her, and you pour in a second tub. Then you let her panties go, and the waistband snaps back into place, trapping hundreds of large, bloated, creamy-white, wriggling maggots against her bottom. “How do they feel?”

“I can feel them wriggling against me!” Alyssa gasps.

“Now, some in the front,” you say, pulling the lid off the third maggot tub.

Alyssa squeals again as the maggots cascade into her panties, piling up around her pussy and wriggling their way downward, along the gusset and between her legs, quickly joining up with the writhing mass in the back. Some inevitably fall out and on to the floor; you carefully retrieve them and then drop them back into Alyssa’s panties.

Alyssa is practically hyperventilating. “This feels so weird!” she says, her eyes wide. “They’re wriggling against my ... my pussy.”

“Is it a good feeling or a bad feeling?” you ask her.

Alyssa says nothing, but her breasts are heaving beneath her t-shirt. “It’s ... not bad!” she gasps, her fists balling at her sides.

You grin. “Try walking around a bit.”

She does so, slowly. Then she giggles. “They’re very distracting,” she says. “I’m actually getting quite aroused!”

“Good!” you say excitedly. “That’s what I was hoping for.”

“What should we do now?” asks Alyssa.

“Well,” you say, “I’d sort of like you to keep those maggots in your panties for a while ... if you’re okay with that...”

“Sure,” says Alyssa. “But what are we going to do while they’re in my panties? Do you just want me to stand here?”

“Um, no,” you say, reddening a little. “To be honest I hadn’t really thought any further ahead than getting the maggots in your panties. But, um ... how about we go outside?”

“Just into the back garden?” asks Alyssa. “Or do you mean ... out in public?”

You shiver. “You’d be willing to go out in public like this?”

“Not like this!” says Alyssa hastily. “I got quite used to dressing skimpily in public while Sid was here, obviously, but I’m not sure I want to show off my panties while they’re full of maggots!”

“Of course,” you agree. “But, maybe, a short skirt...?”

“I can do that,” she says. “Goodness knows I have plenty of those!”

Moments later, the two of you are standing in front of Alyssa’s skirt rack. “How about that one?” you suggest. “That was one of my favourites, before ... you know.”

“It’s very short,” says Alyssa dubiously. “I suppose we can try it.”

She puts it on, carefully tugging it up over her bulging panties. As she fastens it, she says, “How does it look at the back?”

You squat down to see better. It is almost long enough to cover Alyssa’s bottom, and would under normal circumstances completely conceal her panties as long as she is standing straight. Now that her panties are full of maggots, however, they are bulging downward into view in a most eye-catching way. “It looks awesome,” you report.

Alyssa giggles. “I mean, does it cover my panties?”

“Not quite,” you reply. “Oh, but it looks so sexy, Alyssa?”

The maggots wriggling against her clitoris are making it hard for Alyssa to think straight. “All right,” she says breathlessly. “I’ll go out like this, with my panties showing.”

“Yes!” you say exultantly. “Let’s go for a walk by the river.”

“Okay,” she says. “And then ... do you want to put some of them inside me?”

Your erection threatens to burst out of your underwear. “Yes please!” you reply happily.

Ten minutes later, as you and Alyssa walk arm in arm along the river path, she sighs contentedly. “Gosh, I’m so horny!” she murmurs. “I must admit, I’m loving this, Jon – it was a great idea. I’ll let you fill my panties with wriggly creatures whenever you want.”

You could not be happier with this result. You stop and turn Alyssa toward you, then you give her a long, deep kiss. As your tongue wrestles with hers, you gradually hike up her skirt until it is gathered around her waist. With her arms around your neck, she whispers, “Are you exposing my maggoty panties, Jon?”

“Yes,” you reply.

“Then why don’t you just take off my skirt,” she continues, “and throw it in the river...”

You almost (but not quite) climax in your underwear at these words. “Okay!” you say excitedly.

And as Alyssa’s skirt is borne downstream by the current, she resumes walking by your side, towards a group of local teenagers who are regarding your approach with interest...

THE END

First Time with Alyssa

by Arthur Saxon