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Next Time - (MFf mild d/s)

'Next time, Tessa, simply be kinder.'

'Are you both still annoyed at me?' Tessa called up the stairs from the shadowy
entrance hall. An older woman, a good twenty years her senior, stood on the
landing above her.
 
'Yes Tessa,' Rachael Michaels responded, pulling her gown around her.  'We are.
Andrew sent me out to see now you were. That's why I am awake in the middle of
the night.  And, since you are awake in the middle of the night, are you
feeling all right?'

'I'm fine. I wanted to get out early to ride in the snow.'

'There is snow. That is splendid.'

'It's only a light dusting,' said Tessa, standing up and looking out the
frosted window panes of the front door.

'I like the whiteness of everything,' Rachael enthused. 'There is an absolute
silence to it.'

'I love galloping across the landscape and making my mark,' Tessa replied
raising her chin as she turned her head and looked back haughtily into the
darkened corridor of the house.

'No, I am not annoyed with you, but your idea of friendship is as careless as
your idea of sexual submission.' 

Tessa said nothing, but looked down at the boot she had been polishing.  She
squatted down, kneeling on the wooden parquet floor and resumed cleaning it.

'Please be smiling,' Rachael murmured, trying to make out the girl's facial
expression as she squatted there, silhouetted by the white glare on the other
side of the door.

'Why are you always telling me off?'

'I like the image of you galloping across the countryside,' Rachael responded
in an upbeat tone and then added quietly: ' I hate that I feel anything for
you.'

'Pardon me for being,' Tessa giggled nervously. 'You would both rule me with a
rod of iron if I let you.'

'Did I upset you when I arbitrarily removed sex from our interaction?'

'No.'

'Then let's not play this game.'

'Which game would that be, Mrs Michaels?'

'The game where we pretend the other does not matter,' Rachael sighed. 'I do
not want to play with you because I do want you, but I have no desire to rule
you.'

'Only you were playing that game.'

'Be honest, Tessa.  That is why you walked away and ignored us at the club
tonight. Would you prefer we simply stopped speaking and let you spend your
life festering in your little appartment?'

'No, but you should not torture yourself for me.'

'Do not flatter yourself,' Rachael spat out.
 
'Okay,' Tessa muttered dully. 'That's telling me.'

'Oh, this is absurd,' Rachael exhaled impatiently and stepped down the dark
stairs towards her young neighbour.

'Life is absurd.'

'Life should be a refuge.'

'You cannot divorce your emotions just because you own my appartment, Mrs
Michaels.'

'I am able to separate my personal and professional life, even if that does
require the occasional cruel remark.'

'So it seems,' Tessa retorted dryly.

'It is so rare for us to connect with someone else in this wasteland of a
town.'

'Yes.'
 
'Oh, do as you please, Tessa.'

'I will.'

Rachael turned sharply at the bottom of the stairs and walked into the kitchen
to make tea.  She listened out for the door slamming and the stamping of feet
on the cold white cover outside, already imagining Tessa galloping across the
countryside in snowfall.  She knew the stables were over two miles down the
road and that Tessa, a frequent helper there at weekends would have her choice
of mounts at this early hour of the morning...  

Andrew Michaels stretched in his bed and threw back the covers.  He had heard
raised voices and wondered if his wife had been successful in claming the girl.
He padded across the floor bare footed and slipped on his gown, before peering
out into the unlit corridor and then down the stairs. There he observed Tessa
standing boots in hand, peering round the bannister at her, her dark brown hair
sleeked back into a pony tail.
 
'What are you looking for now, Tessa?' He called down. 
 
'Something that's different.'

'Do we begin to bore you then, Tessa?  Do you want someone new to play with?'
 
'No, I'm not searching...yet...'

'Don't feel obligated to speak with us.'

'I shall just sit here at the bottom of the stairs and polish my boots while
your wife sips her tea in the kitchen,' Tessa smiled primly.  'You know the
pair of you will push me away in the end, Mr Michaels. For now though I will
enjoy your proximity while I may.'

'You are so fucking clever,' he sneered.

'Ouch,' Tessa winced and then stood up, turning away and stepping down onto the
topmost stair. 'Go to hell, Mr Michaels.'

'Please,' Rachael called out from the kitchen. 'Let's not do this.'

Tessa said nothing.

'Your silence is angry, Tessa, 'Andrew said, trying to inject a note of calm as
he walked down the stairs. 'Don't you wonder why this is happening?'

'What do you expect other than silence?'

'I expect you to have the courage that we seem to lack at the moment.'

'Make up for your marital deficiencies, you mean?'

'Yes.'

'I don't need this. If you both want to be horrible, then go back into your
room and shut the door and be horrible to each other.'  

'Is that what you truly wish to do - go away?'

'You want some kind of neat closure do you?  Shall I say 'yes that's what I
want' and you say 'fine' and off i go leaving your to your self-satisfied
pseudo intellect that leaves me so miserable?'
 
'Please, don't let either of us provoke you,' Andrew said, reaching across to
rub her shoulder.

'I hate it when anybody does this to me.'

'Does what?'

'Manipulates me into feeling bad.  I am as strong as the both of you. If you
push me away, then I will slam the doors down hard so they will not open
again.'

'We are not manipulating you,' Andrew smiled. 'Well, alright, I am manipulating
your collar bone right now, but only because it calms your feelings.'

'Please forgive my feelings.' Tessa sat down again at the bottom of the
stairway and put her face in her hands, beginning to sob bitterly. 'Hell - now
you made me cry.'

'It stung when you dismissed my wife earlier as you knew it would.'

'That's rubbish and you know it, 'Tessa responded through her tears.

'You know it is true. That's why you asked if she was annoyed with you.'

'She hates to wait in the wings. I have very very few people I like to talk to
in the club and you both stumbled on me during such a conversation.'

'Next time dismiss us more...kindly.'

'I cannot take this rollercoaster of your spousal emotions,' Tessa sighed. 'I
am going to go and take it out on the horse.'

'Please dont leave like this,' Andrew said quietly, letting go of her at the
same time to show she was free to go.

'Why should I not? You are hurtful and horrible.'

'I know I am a difficult woman,' Rachael intervened.' but if you truly believe
what you just said, then there is nothing left to say.'

'I was happy to see you to make some amends this morning, but now you lead me
to this. Why do you do this, Mrs Michaels?'

'Because I do not want to feel anything for you - what I feel feels like it may
destroy me.'

'You cannot use another person as a foil for your emotions - apart from your
husband. It is so wrong to take it out on me.'

'You misunderstand us, Tessa.'
 
'Well, do you wonder?'

'I meant that what you make me feel makes me feel out of control,' Rachael
explained.

'Why...? Tessa began then clicked her tongue irritatedly. 'Sorry -that was a
stupid question.'

'That is the reason I decided you should be friends with us.'

'You each have an 'interesting' way of showing friendship.'

'That's because we are conflicted about wanting more from you,' Rachael sighed
and smoothed her hair. 'Are you truly oblivious about this?'

'Yes I am oblivious. I accept what you offer.'

'Go riding then. You will laugh that I shall tell my friend when she rings me
that today, that I will be busy making myself miserable and we will meet
another day.'

'That does not make me laugh at all.'

'You have mentioned you have no sense of humour.'

'Yes, this is true,' Tessa laughed perversely.

'Ohh, Tessa, in spite of myself we are all three of us going to have a splendid
relationship.'

'Maybe.'

'I shall reach past this fear. You have doubts or a lack of interest?'

'I cannot open myself to this rollercoaster ride without reservations, but I do
not lack interest.'

'Then I shall temper the ride for you with chocolate,' Rachael smiled and
waited for Tessa to smile too.  

'I do not eat chocolate.'

'That is quite tragic - why not?'

'It's fattening and expensive and unnecessary.'

'Chocolate is necessary.'

'In your opinion.'

'I like it when you are angry.'

'I prefer sex.'

'Right now?'

'To chocolate.'

'Would you like to have sex. Have us bring you to your knees besides our
marital bed?' Rachael flung oout her arm, pointing up the stairs, as if to
usher Tessa into the candlelit darkness. 'Angry sex can be incredible and you
do make andrew so happy with your sweet young mouth.'

'I question whether either of you could bring me to anything,' Tessa shrugged.

'Ohhh, Tessa, this is why you compliment us,' Rachael laughed and andrew joined
in, reaching round his wife to hug her affectionately. 'Movement then retreat.'

'You seem happy. At least this is something.'

'I enjoy your company.'

'Is that wise?'

'As wise as you quarreling with your friend Rebecca at the club.'

'So, you were evesdropping?'

It stimulated me to watch in your little tiff. And Andrew enjoyed me all the
more later for telling him about it. Anger suits you.'

'So, I am a cypher to hold together your decaying marriage?'

'No more decayed than your quarrles with your love.'

Rebecca? Ha - she no love - she is a nothing to me now.'

'Ah, hot headed youth,' Racahel exclaimed. 'Did you at least say farewell?'

'No, we had a huge quarrel yesterday.'

'About what?'

'She likes to provoke and she went several steps too far.'

'You are drawn to people who like to provoke you.'

'No.'

'Are they attracted to your own poison perhaps?'

Tessa just looked at her mouth agape and stood by the doorway unable to come in
or storm off. 

'Your silent protest is quite palpable.  It speaks volumes.'
 
'Well, enjoy the reading of those volumes to each other.'

'Please stop behaving this way.'

'You brought out my belligerent daemon. It is hard to put her away when she is
out.'

'Yes, I see that.'

'It is how I am and I make no apologies for it.'

'Then allow her to be. I shall learn to dance with her for my husband's
pleasure.'

'I won't challenge you on that. I make that mistake too often.'

'You know I like it when you challenge me, Tessa.'

'...but not here on this. It is too essential.'

'What is essential?'

'What is invisible to the eye.'

'Surely you see what is invisible, what remains unsaid?'

'No - there is too much jagged landscape to make out the detail.'

'Then we shall clarify the landscape.'

'As it pleases you.'

'You are the oasis in this wasteland.'

'There are many more I'm sure.  

'Ah, yes, but you are wrong about the many more.  Before you became so hostile
I would never have suggested sex with you, unless I was certain you would
decline.'

'What has this to do with it?'

'You misunderstand our appetites.  Are you ever acutely awareof the dissonance
in your own soul?'

'No.'

'You seem, Tessa, to strike a chord inside me. I would untangle your knots.'

Rachael reached out and Tessa advanced hesitantly.

'Exploring hands may encounter no defence,' she murmured
 
'Instead of creating more knots.'

'...which seems to be your speciality right now.' Tessa smoothed her her hair
with an automatic hand as Rachael pressed a hand to her shoulder.

'Tenderness, Tessa. That is and always has been our finest inclination toward
you.'

'When I count my fragility, there are only you two and I together...'

'And your fragility is, admittedly, what terrifies me,' Rachael admitted. 

'I know. And here we stand in your empty corridor where the winter winds
chime.'

'Try to remember that when fear erupts into cruelty.'

'Try to remember that when my latent softness becomes indignant anger.'

'Touche.'

'As intended, Mrs Michaels, for once.'

'Except that your indignant anger arouses me in a way my cruelty does not
arouse you. At times we dance and you observe. If you had a sense of humour
you'd know that is hilarious.'

'Perhaps that's what you really want.'

'No, we prefer to dance with you,' Rachael sighed. 'Tell her Andrew.'

'I am young. What do you expect me to know?'

'I expect you to know that I and my wife know everything, including what is
best for you.'

'Then my ignorance is your bliss perhaps.'

'Damn it: laugh already.'

'No.'

Rachael couldn't help smiling the girl's resistance.

'I'm glad I amuse you both.'

'Your company cements our bliss.'

'Well, I need to finish getting dressed for my ride,' Tessa turned away and
adjusted her riding hat in the mirror.

'Enjoy your ride, Tessa.'

'As you perhaps enjoyed yours.'

'I enjoy you. I haven't ridden you yet, even if Andrew has.'

'Be careful - you may get sexual.'

'You want me to get sexual with you, but it would be about tenderness not
control. Andrew does control. I saw him spurt into you so accurately.'

'Don't expect to find that spurt of tenderness on the surface anymore.'

'I will reach inside you for tenderness.'

'I will smear your fingers with your husband's ejaculation.'

'Even though you protest, I know it is what you most desire, Tessa.'

'I'm saying nothing.'

'Your silence speaks for you.'

'My silence pleases you too much.'
 
'Until it becomes deafening.'

'And then?'

'And then you tell us what you are thinking because I cannot always read your
mind and andrew cannot always spank the revellations out of you.'

'Well, there's the turnup for the book, Mrs Michaels.'

'You hide behind your petulance when anyone approaches a nerve. One day you may
trust us with all your truths.'

'That is my right.'

'Indeed it is your right.'

'I'm glad we still agree on something.'

'We agree on many things,' Rachael smiled and walked across the hallway to
Tessa.  She slid her hand over Tessa's cheek and felt the moisture there.  It
made her heart burn to know the distress her pugnaciousness had caused the
girl.  'Tell me, Tessa, do you still want my friendship, now my husband has had
you?'

'I don't know.'

'You shall let me know when you know.'

'In the meantime, in between time, ain't we got fun.'

'You have a sense of humour when it suits you,' Rachael laughed and touched
Tessa lightly on the shoulder.

'You are the one laughing, Mrs Michaels,' Tessa said quietly and tossed her
ponytail back angrily.
 
'Because you make me laugh,' Rachael's eyes crinkled as she regarded the young
woman. 'I  shall always imagine you galloping toward me.'
 
'You may laugh less if I do.'

'There is power between your thighs or at least andrew tells me so,' Rachael's
hands descended to illustrate this, over the soft linen blouse and the leather
belt to play against the beige jodphurs, practically cupping the sex they
concealed.  'I will not step aside. I am prepared to be brave and honest for
you - perhaps too honest?'

'And I should appreciate this?'

'No, you should expect this.'

'Thank you for that lesson in etiquette,' Tessa bridled, but did not back away
from Rachael's caressing hand.

'Be careful, Tessa,' Andrew growled. ' I still expect common courtesy to my
wife during your tantrums.'

'Thank you for that lesson in etiquette, Mr Michaels.'

'In a different context, I would be inclined to punish you for that insolence,'
Andrew said, cupping her face. 'But, I will let my wife offer you tenderness
instead.'

'You enjoy my insolence, sir.'
 
'I shall hold you against my fears,' Rachel interrupted and embraced Tessa
lovingly. 'I will hold you until we are all calm.'

'And how would you punish me anyhow, Mr Andrews?' Tessa's eyes gleamed
naughtily.

'Over my lap as usual, young lady, with your pert backside bared to my hand or
my wife's hairbrush, but not at this moment, 'Andrew hushed her and ran his
finger over her jawline before leaning down to kiss the girl. 'Perhaps
tenderness itself is the really excruciating thing for you.'
'Perhaps punishing me might be really excruciating for you?'

'Only because you would enjoy it too much.'

'Don't get too tender, Mr Michaels. My cunt may not be able to stand your
tenderising.'

'Your cunt is unbearably tender.'

'Pain is my foreplay sir.'

'You enjoy being punished too much, young lady'

Tessa stared at him silently for a long while, challenging him with her big
brown eyes.

'You cannot find the words, Tessa?'

'Saying nothing could be a release, since it is a challenge and thus a prelude
to pain.'

'Your logic is infallible Miss Big-brown-eyes,' Andrew chuckled. ' And, you
know, Tessa, that may that may be the tune we truly dance to - the prelude to
pain. You know that my wife has never been able to learn to settle for
tenderness, but it has always been her aspiration.'

'I have always settled for tenderness - that is my nature.'

'Then why pursue something less noble, Tessa?'

'You mean sex?'

'Perhaps that question answers itself.  I have what you hunger for, but I want
to change your appetite.'

'I imagine sex with you in front of your wife could be really uncomfortable
anyhow,' Tessa shrugged.

'But you don't deny your need?' Andrew laughed. 'When we were your age we also
believed we understood ecstacy.'

'So?'

'I do not believe you possess the courage to have sex with an adult again.
Wasn't it so unlike those teenage fumblings.'

'Your coming so soon and leaving me unsatisfied is your prerogative, sir.'

'You know I am right about your being inexperienced, but you do need to learn.'

'I need to go, before I say anything I might regret.'

'I like how you resort to insults when I graze a nerve,' Andrew looked at her
sharply and she glowered back. 'Tessa: say what is on your mind.'

'I would do that, but I'm far too 'fucking clever'.'

'Admit it. Tenderness terrifies you the most. See how automatic it is for you
to retreat into a self-destructive cunt,' Andrew gripped her arm tightly, so
tightly that she could almost feel the red marks developing on her upper arm.
'Listen girl. We are both emotionally self-destructive but we will not let you
flee.'

'Your wife and your lack of stamina led us up the impasse, sir. Who am I to
find a way out?'
 
'She will lead us out with tenderness. I will lead you out on the end of my
cock. We will have our moments of fear and then they will pass.'

'I hate this confrontation sir. It reminds me of my father and his obnoxious
friends.'

'Then stop trying to be hurtful and just relax in my wife's arms while...

Tessa closed her eyes and listened to the voices around her, above her, within
her...

 ...I slip your jodphurs off.'

'No. You will see how wet I am, sir.'

'Feel the warmth radiating from her body as I undo your belt,' Andrew continued
relentlessly. 'She will embrace you like a favorite blanket while I will fuck
you from behind. Can't you feel yourself quieting?'

His hands slipped her belt out of the loops on her pants and reached round her
waist to unbutton her. He slid his thumbs inside and felt for the elastic of
her panties, before slipping both garments down with one sudden gesture that
left the girl trembling and half naked. 

'Spread your legs, girl.'

'Yes sir,' Tessa responded softly and obediently, her bile tamed by the
prospect of sex.

'Rachael, get her ready for me.'

Rachael slid down the girl's body leaving her arms imprisoned in Andrew's firm
clasp and pulled up the cream blouse to revel in the sex she displayed. She
lent forward tenderly and kissed the light down that shielded the already damp
entrance.

'Do you want her cunt or her arse, Andrew?'

'You choose, dear.'

'Let me taste the pussy while you penetrate the rear then my dear love.'

'Spread her for me and get me ready for her.'

Tessa could feel Rachael's hands pulling her buttocks apart and heard the wet
sounds of the mistress of the house sucking her husband's cock between her legs
as the man's hands delved into her blouse and began to squeeze her young tits.

'It will take a lot of embraces to excite me...' she began and then found her
mouth filled with the warm cotton of her own panties.

'Shhh, dear,' Andrew whispered soothingly looking at the whites of Tessa's
slightly panicked eyes. Your body betrays you and my wife is prepared to
embrace you for eternity.'

'...though you won't last long in my bum,' Tessa thought as the wetted head of
his cock pressed against the narrow opening aided and abetted by his wife's
ministrations.  He pressed her shoulders down inexorably, forcing his wife to
lie beneath them and watch the anal penetration from beneath the couple. Tessa
knelt above the older woman and spread her hands and knees to keep her balance
under the weight of Andrew's determined entry. The pain of his initial contact
made her howl and spit out the panties that Andrew had stuffed loosely in her
mouth.  

He pressed her head down as he pushed into her leaning over her so that his
weight fell on her upper back.  This forced the girl down lower until her face
was hovering a few centimetres from Rachael's nightdress covered sex.

'What are you waiting for, girl,' Andrew growled and pulled the nightdress up
to show the bushy cunt to the young woman.  'Eat her.  That's what you wanted
was it not? Fill your mouth as I fill your bowel.'

Tessa groaned and bent her head obediently pressing her face to the older
woman's sex just as Rachael grabbed her legs and pulled them apart to pull the
young cunt onto her mouth.  Andrew stumbled and would have crushed the pair of
them had he not been withdrawing from Tessa's young arse at the time.  He
reached under the girl and held her tantalisingly away from his wife as he
pressed in once more, buggering their young lodger before his wife's eyes.

Rachael's tongue slid against the wetness of Tessa's groove and flicked up to
the conjunction of her anal pucker and the thick male member now well embedded
there.  Her hand reached across to clasp the flail that Tessa would have used
lightly on her mount and turned it so that the thicker end pressed against the
young girl's cunt hole.

'I do believe our lodger might like something else lodged within her, Andrew,'
Rachael giggled. Ignoring the muffled protests, restricted by the way Andrew
was pressing the girl's head down into his wife's vaginal orifice.'

'If you think so, then, my dear,' Andrew panted, 'you can...

Tessa opened her eyes - sharp and bright in the sunshine and blew the fantasy
away as she looked at the bemused couple in front of her.    

'...Can I go horse riding in the meantime?' Tessa giggled and slipped over to
the door, pulling it open for a moment to let in a blast of icy cold air.

'Only if you promise to conquer your fears as we shall conquer ours.'

'And if I don't?'  Tessa bent down and picked up the riding flail, holding it
in her hand thoughtfully before flicking it idly against her thigh.

'Don't give me ideas girl, ' Andrew warned.

'I don't think you are quite ready for my ideas, sir,' Theresa grinned and
slipped on the riding hat, jerkin and finally her shiny leather boots.  Andrew
followed her every motion like a hawk.

'I shall continue to embrace you until you are ready to share your ideas- we
will have tenderness and, then, perhaps a more sophisticated interaction.'

'Or a more base one,' Tessa snniggered, thinking back to her little fantasy.

'If we ride to gether sophistication and licentiousness will be happy
companions,' Rachael replied.

'The horse may object to three of us on board.'

'We are both small women. Andrew can walk.' 

Meaning?'

'Meaning the horse will not mind and nor would Andrew.'

'Or meaning 'stop sulking and behave like an adult, Tessa?'

'No - meaning we might explore your submissive nature.'

'You and the horse?' Tessa grinned.

'Very funny,' Rachael smiled. 'No, Andrew and I.'

'It made you smile.'

'You have a selective sense of humour.'

'And what I hope is a vivid imagination - yes, I do.'

'...which I like. In fact, I like almost every aspect of yourself you have
offered us.'

'That's nice for you both.'

'Your sarcasm is one aspect we do not enjoy.'

'I know,' Tessa grinned more broadly.

'I can accommodate your fiestiness, girl, but then you shall have to learn to
accommodate Andrew's cruelty: in a sexual context you would certainly enjoy it,
but the next time you offer yourself to us make certain you mean it.'

'You mean 'next time, Tessa, simply be kinder,' Tessa smiled and stepped
through the front door.

'Yes, my dear, I do - now you go enjoy your 'next time' and we will go enjoy
ours.'
T
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