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   London Days: 2 - Lisbeth
   By Romany
   (M/F, infidelity, oral, anal)
   I was enjoying my sabbatical in London early in 1978, following
graduation from college with an MBA.  Despite my father's advice that I
needed to knuckle down and get into the work force, I opted to travel to
the UK for the year.  The primary target was to travel through Europe in
the summer months; but just as importantly, experience life in Britain. 
London was a magnet for thousands of young Australians, New Zealanders,
Canadians, South Africans, and of course Americans.  It was also a melting
pot of diverse ethnicities that gravitated to this marvelous old city.  As
well as these nationalities, there was a free transfer of Europeans that
were part of the growing European Community of which Britain was a founding
member, along with France and Germany.  I had spent two months in a rather
squalid (grotty as the English would say) apartment complex; or block of
flats as it was called here in the UK.  I had been offered a room in a
nicely revamped Victorian house which used to be known as two up-two down,
referring to the layout of the two story semi-detached brick dwellings. 
Our two down was really half the original house partitioned off and a small
living room, kitchen arrangement off the living area and the bathroom off
the kitchen.  The two bedrooms were off the main entrance passage from the
front door.  At one time there would have been stairs leading to the first
floor but these were now on the other side of the main dividing wall and a
separate external door opened straight to the stairs and to the first floor
flat which had been developed upstairs.  This way the building owner
maximized the rental opportunities by fitting two small families; or groups
of singles like me, and my flatmates James and Lisbeth.
   James was English and Lisbeth was Danish.  They were living together.  I
had scored the room through the boyfriend of Paz, an Israeli girl I had the
hots for at my previous abode.  She was seeing a New Zealand guy named Ray,
who shared this address with James and Lisbeth.  He had returned to New
Zealand following word of his father's ill health.  Ray had been in the UK
about three years and, while he was sad to leave the delectable Paz, he
went home willingly, obviously worried about his father.  I had become
friends with Paz and her sister Yolanda, which is how I come to meet Ray.
Advancement and opportunities were always garnered through word of mouth
within the masses of transitory young folk who were in the UK for much the
same reason I was.  I was working at a small household removal company at
this time.  I was being paid under the table to carry the possessions of
people moving house or flat.  I could live OK without tapping my modest
pool of cash I had at my disposal.  My bank balance was to buy me a VW van
in which to tour Europe for eight to ten weeks in July August timeframe.  I
had settled in well and enjoying this carefree existence.
   Despite the contact I had had with a myriad of desirable women I had to
admit that my one, albeit intensive and enjoyable, sexual encounter had
been with a young Dutch gay boy I met at my previous flat.  I can't say it
was expected; far from it, but I can say it was more than enjoyable.  But
as he became inclined towards a relationship, I decided to distance myself
from the trappings of being some gay boy's partner.  So he was my bottom
and I was the dedicated top; and as he reminded me often, I treated him as
a girl.  He was right.  I was in dire need of feminine sex.  Paz was the
prize that I eyed.  But unfortunately Ray's departure left her very low and
sad and she was feeling very sorry for herself and not a little lovesick. I
realised quickly enough that the impact of Ray's leaving probably forever,
had left her so lovelorn she was simply not interested in anyone else right
at this time.  My hot intentions were foiled for the foreseeable future.
   Therefore it was with some surprise and not a little bit of excitement,
that I gradually became more and more aware of my flatmate, Lisbeth.  It
wasn't my own need for sex that caused the rise in interest; rather it was
her rising interest in me.  It was subtle at first but I soon became aware
that she often came through the kitchen in the mornings without her robe
tied tightly.  I saw expansive amounts of bare flesh and on a couple of
occasions, a quick flash of her pubic hair as she clutched the loose fiting
garment to her as she hurried to the toilet.  I had the embarrassment of
standing cooking my toast on the gas grill and hearing her steady stream of
first of the morning pee rattle in the toilet.  She would come out and give
me a knowing smile and disappear back to her and James' room to get dressed
for the day.  She worked as a temporary secretary.  This was long before
PCs were installed in every office workstation so she essentially was a
typist.  As well as these odd flashes at home, there were times when we all
went drinking; often meeting up with Paz and Yolanda and their Italian
friend Mia.  As everyone chatted freely, Lisbeth invariably wound up
talking to me.  I noted James was quite taken with Paz as well so he never
took a lot of notice about what Lisbeth and I talked about.
   I filled her in on my list of past loves I had lost.  Rather too short I
thought, when compared to her rather more racy stories.  She admitted to
one abortion by the time she was seventeen; three failed attempts at
college and in the midst of trying for education, and dead-end jobs, she
had several live in situations before coming to the UK at the age of 21. 
She met James in a pub like we were in now, and they hit it off
immediately. They had been together about thirteen or fourteen months. 
Towards the end of our life stories so far, she tossed in a couple of
slights about her relationship with James and I was left with this feeling
they were not as tight as I thought they were.  She didn't elaborate but
twice she mentioned she might head back to Denmark or maybe join a friend
who was planning to go to Portugal with her Portuguese boyfriend some time
in June that year.  She was undecided.  She concluded that `James would do
for now' and gave a wry smile as she glanced sideways at him to ensure he
wasn't listening.
   Lisbeth was what I would describe as a Rubenesque figure.  She was
overall a little plump without being fat.  Her staure was quite sexy and
she had a gorgeous face and deep green eyes.  Her hair was dyed brunette
and just off shoulder length.  She oozed sexuality, the way she looked
about with a wandering eye as she spoke.  This girl was always sending a
signal that she was `available', I thought.  Throughout the evening we were
joined by another couple.  An English guy named Peter and his girlfriend
Claire.  They were aquaintences of Paz and soon we had a round robin darts
tournament going as a way to heighten the social contact.  Darts is common
in most English pubs and I enjoyed it.  As we stood watching whoever was
taking their turn, I became more and more aware that Lisbeth was sticking
to me like glue.  I looked nervously at James a few times but he was doing
the samewith Paz.  No need to wonder why.  He had the same agenda for her
that I had.  Lisbeth spent a lot of the close contact bumping and rubbing
me with her ample breasts and a series of knowing smiles and the odd cheeky
double entendre when we were goofing around.  If she wasn't my flatmate,
and hooked up with James, I'd be all over in return.  But I kept myself as
circumspect as possible without being stand-offish or stilted in my
approach.
   Eventually we got kicked out at closing time and the group split in two
directions.  As we were in West Hampstead, Paz and Yolanda were already
home and Mia was going to crash the night with them.  Peter and Claire were
traveling by car so James, Lisbeth and I squeezed in the back of Peter's
tiny Citroën CV2 and he drove us the few miles home to Willesden Green. 
They lived in St Johns Wood which was some distance beyond us, so it was
quite convenient for him to give us a lift.  Lisbeth sat in the middle
between James and me, and while he had his arm around her shoulder, I was
left in no doubt about what Lisbeth thought of our close proximity.  In the
gloom of the back seat, she had her jacket in her lap, disguising her hand
gripping my inner thigh against her own leg.  As the car went around
corners, she made no effort to stop leaning hard into me and I was sure her
left boob had left its imprint on me by the time we got home.  What's more
I was semi erect and not a little bit worried she would go too far and
James would see the come on she was trying to disguise.
   Once we had arrived back at the flat I immediately said good night. 
Lisbeth suggested we might try a night cap but Peter agreed with me it was
time for bed.  She pouted at our crying off her offer, and stalked into
their room first; Peter following with a worried look.  I was sure some
domestic discord was going to happen and being as she had groped me and
fawned over me most of that night, I was a little worried what might come
out in the heat of an argument.  I went to bed and went out like a light.
But despite falling asleep so quickly, I woke at about one thirty in the
morning busting for a piss.  I had been so quick to get away from Lisbeth
and her attention that I had passed on going to the loo (toilet) before
bed. I staggered out of bed and padded along the long corridor to the
living room enroute to the bathroom.  As I came into the living area I
froze, as if scared stiff by the sight of a dark shadowy figure at the end
of the small dining table under the single window in the room.  The room
was darker than outside and this gave an eerie feel to the shape that I
saw. A cold shiver ran through me and then to my relief, I saw the telltale
glow of a burning cigarette being sucked on and the faint smell of smoke
began to hit my nostrils.  The shape was human; and not a supernatural
apparition which was my irrational first thought.  It had to be Lisbeth as
Peter only smoked dope when a joint was rolled and passed round.
   "Lisbeth?" I whispered.
   No answer.  I approached the shadowy form and soon I could make out her
face from the dim light coming through the window.
   "Lisbeth?  What the hell are you doing here?  "I whispered.
   "What the fuck does it look like," came the whispered acerbic reply.
   Oh shit.  She was still pissed.  She dragged on the cigarette once more
and the glow lit her lower face.  I vaguely saw her brush a hand up to her
face then heard a pronounced sniff.  `She's crying' I thought.  I
approached her and peered towards her trying to make out her facial
expression.  She turned away as I leaned towards her.
   "Lisbeth are you crying?" I asked in a worried tone.
   Once again she didn't answer but I noticed she wiped each eye in turn. I
got the picture.  She was crying, maybe because she had had words with
James.  She stubbed her cigarette out into an ashtray on the table I could
not see in the gloom of the darkened room.  She made as if to stand but I
gently placed a hand on her shoulder.
   "Wait.  Wait there.  I need a piss, but don't go yet," I whispered
urgently.
   I hurried through the kitchen to the bathroom and relieved myself with a
long loud stream into the bowl.  I flushed the toilet but quickly left the
bathroom and slid the sliding door closed lest the flushing loo woke James.
Perhaps he already was lying awake following some sort of argument with
her. I padded back to the living room and she was standing by the seat she
had been sitting in, facing me.  I never had a chance.  As I drew up to
her, I never saw her hands come up and the next thing I knew was that she
was holding me by my face with both hands and had her warm wet mouth open
with her tongue ravaging my tongue and she caved in towards me with her
body.  I actually gasped and tried to say `what are you doing?' but she
clasped me to her and kissed me so beautifully that I gave up trying to
disentangle us.  If I had any shred of loyalty and honor to James, it
vanished when her thigh went between my legs and pressed my rapidly rising
cock.  She did this for two reasons; to get me aroused and to check my
state of arousal.  She was wearing a T-shirt of some sort that came mid way
down her thighs.  I had one arm wrapped around her waist and without
hesitation dropped my free hand to the bottom of the top she was wearing
and up and into her crotch.  She was wearing panties but I soon had a hand
inside the nearest leg band and zeroed in on her sex lips.
   I went in easily and noted she was very wet.  She was now clasping me
tightly around my head as she kissed and tongued me and she lifted the leg
outside my leg and held it high against my hip so I could burrow up into
her sex through the leg of her panties.  Eventually she needed air and she
broke the kiss and gasped so loud I was afraid James would hear.  I kissed
her this time.  Just to shut her up.  But she saw this as me taking some
initiative and she broke and whispered at me urgently.
   "Your room!  Quickly!  I need you so bad,"" she panted and wheeling
around quickly pulled me by my free hand.
   The hand I had jammed in her crotch slipped out as she twisted and I
followed her on tip toe noting the discomfort I felt as my erect cock was
trapped inside my shorts.  She slowed down by their bedroom door and we
tiptoed past like cat burglars in the dark hallway.  We slipped into my
room and by the time we had made the bed she had already twisted around and
went onto my bed back first, pulling me urgently with her.  She lifted her
legs and clasped my hips as I stood between her legs.  She was a little
premature as there was the small matter of her panties to get rid of.  I
reached for the waist band and she got the message and dropped her heels to
the floor silently, perching her butt against the side of the bed.  I
reached for her panties and she helped me pull them down and left them on
the floor.  As I shucked my shorts, she climbed onto my bed and lay on her
back with her legs apart; waiting for me to fuck her.  It was as easy as a
hot knife going through butter.  I lowered my hips between her legs and she
groped for me and finding my hard cock she groaned a sigh of approval as I
slid easily into her.
   We fucked as noiselessly as we could; conscious James was through the
wall.  As we fucked we did our best to keep quite.  I wondered how many
times Ray had plowed Paz in this very bed when he lived here.  Could James
and Lisbeth hear?  Could Ray hear James and Lisbeth going at it?  She was
reasonably quiet though making sufficient groans and sighs to lead me to
believe she was enjoying the fuck.  I noted to myself this was entirely
mutual in its conception and execution.  She went at me as hard as I went
at her.  She held my shoulders and worked her hips to meet me.  I realised
she was very used to this and she was also going after her pleasure with
deliberate moves and twists.  I read her arousal reasonably well and worked
myself around and I had to speed up the onrush of orgasm as I felt her
urgency and her arms enveloped my shoulders.  She turned her face into the
side of my neck and I heard her muted gasps and mutterings that I could not
understand and realised she was starting to cum hard.  She actually bit my
shoulder and I hissed in pain.  This spurred me on and I slammed her hard
and started cumming, and doing my best not to cry out in pleasure.  Her
teeth were really hurting and she was now pulling me down by the small of
my back and slamming up at me as she groaned under her breath.  No doubt
she was conscious of not wanting James to hear and yet still wanting to
savor the pleasure of orgasm.  I emptied myself into her and finally we
both lay silent and spent.  I felt her pass her hand through my hair and
she nuzzled my neck.  I moved my face towards her and she kissed me
tenderly and held my face in her hands.  For the next few minutes we went
through the post orgasmic afterglow and lightly kissed and nipped each
other with our teeth as we drew each other into a state of blissful peace.
We fell asleep with me still in her and on top of her.
   Our sexual stupor didn't last long.  My weight became a dead weight as I
lost consciousness for the brief doze we lapsed into.  I was roused back to
consciousness by her gasping and trying to push me off her.  I rolled away
onto my back and she the rolled towards me and nestled into me.  I turned
and kissed her lightly.  She picked up an arm and began running her hand
around.  She then searched for the other arm and I realised she was looking
for my wrist watch.  Finding it she turned my arm so she could read the
luminous dial.
   "I'd better get back," she whispered.
   "OK," I said reluctantly.
   She pecked me on the lips.
   "That was better than I had hoped," she whispered brightly.  "I haven't
cum like that for ages."
   I turned to look at her in the gloom.  She sensed I was surprised by her
comment.
   "You filled me and it hit the right spot," she said simply.
   She fell silent.  I lay pondering her statement.
   "Maybe I was just overly horny," she began again.  "I know I was horny
for you right from the day we met.  Maybe it was just pent up lust," she
whispered quickly and there was a little giggle at the end of her speech.
   "Pent up lust well placed," I whispered back and kissed her lightly.
   We kissed for a few minutes and she eventually pulled away.
   "I'd better go," she said flatly; her voice was still a whisper.
   I nodded but that was stupid as she couldn't really see me nod anyway.
She climbed over me to get out of bed and I grasped her and run a hand
through her legs and flicked her sex.  She giggled under her breath and
slapped me lightly and playfully and completed her traverse of my body, and
stood beside me.  I sensed her bending and then I could make out hr
standing and saw the lighter white shirt she wore as a night dress, that
she had pulled on.  She went down searching the floor and I heard her
shuffle into her panties.  She leaned over me and taking my cock and
fondling it lovingly, she kissed me with sloppy wet lips and whispered
`good night' and she vanished.
   The next morning I rose first and took a quick bath.  There was no
shower so it was a nuisance getting properly cleaned up following sex
whenever you had to bathe.  It meant an earlier start than usual and you
had to limit how many people could actually run fresh baths.  By the time I
had dressed and I was making some toast, James appeared.  He was reasonably
chipper and after the usual good morning routine vanished into the
bathroom. While he was in there having his morning wash, Lisbeth came down
the hall wearing her bath robe.  She looked around to see where James might
be and shocked me by ripping the garment open and flashing me with a naked
full frontal.  I looked around at the bathroom door quickly, in case James
came out at that instant and my face must have been horrified at her brazen
action.  She grinned and poked her tongue at me.  As if to perpetuate the
shock, she sidled up to me and cupped my cock and balls through my jeans.
   "How's my great big boy this morning," she crooned in a whisper.
   She fortunately broke away from me and went into the living room and sat
at the table.
   "Do you want some toast made," I asked loud enough for James to hear.
   "Nah it's OK," she replied.  "I'll have a cigarette for breakfast," she
continued, raising her voice louder so she was sure James would hear.
   It was like a cue because he obviously heard us talking and realised she
was now out of bed; and soon he came out of the bathroom.  She had taken a
cigarette out of the packet she had been smoking from in the dark earlier
that morning, when I came across her.  He appeared at her side as she lit
up.
   "Put that filthy thing out," he commanded, glaring at her.  "How many
times have I told you to quit smoking?  It's a filthy habit," he whined at
her.
   She ignored him and looking out the window at the day.  He muttered
something I couldn't hear, and glancing towards the kitchen to see if I was
listening, he stalked off to the bedroom; probably to avoid a fight.
   "I couldn't give a fuck if you did," she yelled after his retreating
figure.
   I looked around the doorway from the kitchen and saw James retreat
hurriedly into their bedroom.  I looked at her and pulled a face of concern
at what I had witnessed and heard.  She grinned and pulled a face, feigning
lust and `come hither baby' at me and took a drag on her cigarette.  I
confess that I hate smoking as a habit.  I can stand sharing a joint or
two. But not smoking as a major habit.  I frowned at her cigarette and then
grinned; almost as a mimic of James' action.  She laughed and stubbed the
nearly full smoke out into the ashtray on the table.
   "Toast and jam?" I said quietly, as an alternative to the smoke recently
extinguished.
   She rose and padded sexily towards me and took the piece I had already
started munching.  She took a large full bite and I noted raspberry jam
smeared on her top lip.  I tapped it with my finger as she handed me back
the rather forlorn piece we had both bitten into.  I ran my finger along
the smear of jam and she realised what I was doing.  Before I could remove
my finger she moved her mouth quickly and drew it between her lips, tasting
the jam and groaning in mock pleasure.  She licked my fingers and then
hesitated and sniffed them.
   "Where has that been you bad boy," she mocked.
   I rolled my eyes at her crude gesture and question of innuendo.
   "I've had a bath," I said simply.  "You can only smell soap."
   She giggled.  At that point we heard the front door slam.  We both
peered around the door down the hall and then turned and looked at each
other.  She shrugged.  Then a more serious look came over her face.
   "What time do you start?" she asked quickly.
   "Ten," I answered looking at her.
   I got her drift.  Without a word she took my hand and dragged me through
the living area and along the hall to my bedroom.  Within seconds I was
ripping my clothes off once more and she had ditched the robe and was lying
back with her legs open.  I saw the hairy bush above her slightly gaping
pink sex lips and she held her arms up as I mounted the bed and then her.
It went almost identically to the fuck we had had in the dark of the early
morning, only this time there was lots of eye contact for communication and
it afforded us more awareness of where we each were in our arousal.  We
never once spoke but by the groans and small grunts of acknowledgement and
encouragement with the eyes we fucked like crazy things and once again she
came hard as I spewed myself into her wet depths for a second time that
day. She raked her nails over my back and hugged me to her as I came hard
and finally we rolled apart gasping and I realised we were covered in a
light sheen of perspiration.  Whether from her or me I couldn't tell but we
were quite wet.
   "God that was great," she finally spoke first.
   "Absolutely," I agreed.
   She slapped my thigh lightly and grinned.
   "All that nice clean soap and you have to bath again," she giggled.
   A wicked look came over her.
   "Let's have a bath together," she said in excitement, and rolled over me
and onto the floor on her feet in a flash.  She giggled like a little girl
and fled down the hall, through the living area.  I heard the bathroom door
slide open and soon heard bathwater running.  I dragged myself out of bed
and looked at my watch.  Shit this would need to be quick.  It was eight
thirty already.  I figured she wasn't going in today which was why she
didn't seem concerned about adding a delay to the start of her day.  I put
on my bathrobe and picked up hers and carried it down to the bathroom.
   We were just too big for the small bath.  We fitted it very tightly and
when she stood to turn around so I could wash her back, the water slopped
and sloshed onto the floor, soaking the mat.  I caught a glimpse of her sex
lips from between her butt from the rear, just before she sat down again.
Sex was out of the question.  She raised the possibility by reaching
between my legs and stroking me hard but I glanced ruefully at the cramped
confines and she nodded her reluctant agreement.  She tried going down on
me while we were sitting but we were jammed too close an she had to bend
down almost doubled up to get at me.  I was suitably turned on by her kind
offer so with a degree of sliding and thumping against the tub, and the
water slopping over the side once more; I knelt as she sat and leaned
forward and gave me a delicious blow job.  She wiped her mouth with the
back of her hand and smacked her lips in exaggerated enjoyment after I had
filled her mouth.  Christ she was an amoral girl.
   We both never got to work that day.  That evening things were quite
tense between her and James so I headed off to the pub to leave them to it.
Oddly I never saw much of them over the next three days and on Thursday
night when I arrived home, James called me into the living room.  I had an
anxiety attack, wondering what he wanted to say.  Had they had a real fight
and maybe she had thrown our sex together at him.  But as I arrived in the
living area and sat on the small two-seater settee, I heard the bathroom
door slide and Lisbeth appeared and she seemed quite calm and relaxed.  She
greeted me warmly and sat at the table opposite James who was fiddling with
a bottle opener.  Finally when she was seated he turned to me and announced
they were splitting up.  I offered my voice of disappointment and looked at
Lisbeth to see what her attitude was.  As I caught her eye she took over
the telling of the details.
   "I want to go back to Denmark for awhile," she said evenly.  "I've been
thinking about it for some time now, and, well its put some strain on us.
You might not have been able to tell until perhaps recently, but it's
harder than I thought.  I guess it stressed me out how to tell James."
   I nodded my understanding and said so.  I wasn't surprised at the
breakup.  I was surprised she was going home as she had suggested Portugal.
But I wondered if this was to make it easier for James to handle.  Go home.
Wait a few weeks and then down to Portugal for the spring.  I looked at
James.  He seemed relaxed as well.  Maybe they had sorted it out and they
were both simply telling me like it was.
   "I'm staying here," he assured me.  "I mean this is my home right now
and with Lisbeth going, I certainly don't need to move.  So there will be
just you and me," he grinned wanly.
   I wondered if he had some inkling Lisbeth and I had been lovers.  I
nodded my understanding.
   "I'm really sorry to see you two break up," I started.  "You have both
been really friendly and welcomed me hear so well.
   Lisbeth raised her eyebrows a little and gave a small smile at the word
`welcome'.
   "It's just a shame that's all," I continued.  "I understand what you are
saying Lisbeth.  I'm going home to the States eventually, so I can
empathize," I added.
   They both thanked me for my expression of regret at their parting and
James rose and excused himself.  I looked at Lisbeth and raised my eyebrows
in question.
   "Does he suspect," I said.
   "No.  I'm sure he doesn't," she answered and looked over her shoulder as
if he might still be in the room behind her.
   "I'm not leaving until next week so we have the awkward situation of
sleeping together until I go," she said.  "He said he might go to his
mother's for a few days.  He hasn't been home since Christmas.  That would
work.  But he isn't sure yet," she added.
   James appeared in the hallway and padded to edge of the living room.
   "I'm off to the Lion," he announced.
   There was no suggestion of either of us joining him and he waved
farewell and turned and trooped out the door.  We both called bye as he
left.  Lisbeth looked at me evenly.
   "You know why he's going there don't you?" she said as if it was
rhetorical.  "He thinks he can get into Paz's pants now Ray has gone.  He's
always wanted her," she added disparagingly.
   She rolled her eyes in disbelief.
   "What a dreamer," she added.
   I thought about what she said and it now fitted.  James' ignoring
Lisbeth's oblique overtures to me the last time we were out with Paz; the
night Lisbeth and I first go it on.  He was putting in the ground work as
he saw it.  We'll see about that, I thought to myself.  I could easily
accept Lisbeth's leaving but the thought of James and Paz was a bad idea
and I was going to see Paz saw so to.
   "There's a Trier born every minute," I said wryly.  "I don't think
anyone is going to win Paz for awhile," I suggested.  She still pines for
Ray."
   Lisbeth agreed with a nod.  She then looked at me and softened her gaze,
as if taking me in for the first time since James left.
   "Wanna fuck?" she said simply.
   I grinned at her brazen offer.
   "Might as well," I answered with a grin.
   And we did.  In fact we fucked twice before he came home from the pub.
For the sake of decorum, we were both fully dressed and sitting watching
the late news on TV, and sipping tea when he came in.  No need to rub his
face in her infidelity.  We had fucked almost identically to the previous
two couplings.  Fast, hot, and urgent for each other.  The second time, we
took our time and I went down on her despite her gentle objection that she
was too wet and slimy with my cum.  But I wasn't at all fazed by cream pie
and once my tongue danced on her clitoris a few times she surrendered to it
and all light protests stopped.  She came hard and somewhat mobile with it,
so that I had to press down on her hips with my hands to keep her on the
tip of my tongue as it were.  After I let her go through the orgasm, I
rolled her onto her stomach.  She caught on immediately and offered her
butt and I skewered into her wet slippery depths doggy fashion.  I fucked
her languidly for some minutes and reached under her and massaged her
magnificent tits and pinched her nipples.  She came again and I realised
she was now in a state of continuous contractions as she fought to keep me
inside her; enjoying the nagging delight and I caused her to cry out as I
strove to put her away by reaching under her and roughly rubbing her
clitoris.  The hard scratching at her taught nubbin caused her to blow over
the edge a third time and I allowed myself a second delicious cum as I
emptied myself into her.  We rested and she bathed first, leaving me the
water for a quick suds up before James came home.
   On Friday night James went down to Southend on the train, for a few days
with his mother.  Lisbeth and I stayed at home and fucked our brains out.
She was totally amoral and it didn't matter what I tried or did, she
matched me and took it on pound for pound.  I worked Saturday but Saturday
night followed the same carnal blueprint of Friday night.  It was some time
early on Sunday morning that I heard her give a groan of disgust and she
rolled out of bed.
   "What's wrong?" I called after her as she vanished out of the bedroom.
   "Fucking period," she called back as she disappeared to the bathroom.  I
sat up and surveyed the bed linen.  Sure enough there was a large bright
red blood stain on the bottom sheet.  She eventually returned and I noted
the string of a tampon hanging from between her sex lips.  I had stripped
the bottom sheet and I was busy repairing the bed when she reappeared.  I
went to her and cuddled her and gave her a kiss.
   "Come on grumpy," I said lightly.  "Its nature way of telling us we are
behaving like a couple of sluts," I chuckled.
   She grimaced at my words and flounced towards the bed and climbed in.  I
took the sheet down to the kitchen and found a bucket and soaked the sheet
in it, in cold water.  I went back to bed and we cuddled and slept until
nearly noon.  She was out of sorts for much of the day and complained of a
sore back.  She had a long bath mid-Sunday afternoon and I finally prised
her out of the flat for the short Sunday session at the local pub.  It was
a rough joint but close by, and we actually enjoyed ourselves.  I took her
to a local curry house and we ate a reasonable Rogan Josh before arriving
home about ten o'clock Sunday night.  We went straight to bed and petted
and made out for awhile and I made a move to feel her but she pulled away.
   "No Sam.  I'm not one who fucks during my period.  I'm sorry.  I just
don't feel good about that," she said quietly.
   "That's OK," I assured her.  "Whatever you say is fine with me."
   We lay in each other's arms for awhile and she turned to me and looked
questioningly at me.
   "Are you sure you're not mad at me?" she asked quietly.
   "Of course not, I answered truthfully.  "I guess I was just getting a
little carried away and also I guess because you're leaving Tuesday.  It's
probably all catching up."
   We lay for a bit longer and then she suddenly pulled away and rolled
over me and got off the bed.  I turned to se her walk briskly out the door.
Damn.  She had got it into her head I was mad at her.  She must be
retreating to her old bed she had shared with James.  But just as I started
to get out of the bed, to follow her, and plead with her to come back, she
reappeared.  In her hand she had a tube of something and she had a
satisfied look on her face.  I looked at the object quizzically and she
beamed at me.
   "KY" she announced triumphantly.  "I have two holes and one is still
open and free," she gushed.
   Oh my God.  She was offering her ass to me.  Did this girl have no
modesty or shame?  She was pure carnal lust.  She climbed back up onto the
bed and lay back with her legs apart and handed me the tube.
   "Lube me and go easy with those finger nails.  They could do with a
trim," she chided.
   I had had a bit of practice at this since arriving, with a young gay
Dutch boy called Pieetr.  I suggested she lie on her stomach and she
obliged.  Her butt was big and fleshy and I slid my greased hand down the
crack and onto the brown pucker.  At one angle of view it could easily have
been my gay boy but as I kneeled and moved closer, the swollen sex lips and
the white tampon cord told me it was all woman with her derriere spread for
me to insinuate the KY deep past her sphincter.  I lubed her expertly and
she gave a few little twitches and groans each time I touch the outer
pucker.  She seemed perfectly comfortable with the three fingers I
eventually worked in her to the second knuckle.  I was rock hard in
anticipation and once I was sure she was stretched and loose enough.  I ran
my greasy hand up and down my cock and soon it too was slick and greasy. 
From that point, I coaxed her butt a little higher and knelt behind her and
slowly pushed myself home.  She was tighter than my Dutch boy but after a
few misfires, I suggested she push not clench, as it was a natural way to
open the sphincter.  She gave a little laugh and muttered something about
pooping and she then let go a small loud fart.  This was an adventure.
   But she did push rather than clench and she opened up like a rose to the
morning sun.  And I was almost delirious with joy as the mushroom head of
my cock slipped past the first sphincter and eventually the second as I
slid home; my balls hanging against her sex lips.  And I fucked her with
the care and delicacy she deserved for being so open and wanton about
coupling with me despite her vagina stuffed with the tampon.  I took my
time and drew the anal fuck out for at least fifteen minutes.  Unlike our
vaginal fucking, we talked as I asked her if she was Ok.  And she suggested
a few times I move slightly this way or that as I often got misaligned and
I spread her left or right which caused her some discomfort.  Eventually it
was time to finish as she was starting to complain the KY was drying off or
being broken down by her inner juices.  I smeared a bit more on my cock to
offset the evaporation and decided to fuck myself off into he warm tight
anus.
   I picked up the pace and she groaned her appreciation the end was near.
I put a hand under her to rub her clit and discovered she was now working
it for herself.  Transferred my hands to her tits and nipples and we worked
her together to bring her up to the arousal that she needed to cum.  There
was going to be no anal orgasm here so we would give her all the best
stimulation of clit and tits together.  She went off just as violently and
loudly as she had when I fucked her vaginally and once she started she
brought me over the edge with the carnal and erotic feelings I was
experience.  I grunted loudly and drove deep into her bowel as I came hard
in strong spurts.  She grunted a couple of times to let me know I was too.
I came long and hard.  God my gay Pieetr was right when he said that no
matter what hole I went into, it was all feminine to me.  He was like a
girl; and Lisbeth was a girl.  And during the ass fucking I couldn't
distinguish the difference between man and woman.  It was all pure lust and
blissful finale.
   She was triumphant in praise of her idea to have me sodomize her.  I
hadn't considered it as I really didn't know how far her experience or
willingness would take me.  She confessed to a lover who almost nearly
always took her anally following her pregnancy and subsequent abortion as
he did not want to get her pregnant again, so he said.  She was seventeen
and admitted he buggered her often, for over a year; as a diversification
to fucking her vaginally.  But since that time, she had stayed with
standard vaginal penetration.
   I woke just before day break Monday morning with the usual early morning
piss hard.  I pushed it against her leg and she roused herself and took me
in hand.  She made to roll onto her stomach but I kept her lying in the
missionary position and after applying another liberal; amount of KY, I
mounted her and fucked her ass a second time.  I had to be a little more
careful as my eagerness to plow her brought about the occasional cry of
complaint as I stretched her hard one way or the other; due mainly to
pushing down and into her too hard, in my lust.  I held myself as
horizontal as possible, keeping my body parallel to hers and slid back and
forth in her.  She wasn't as game to endure fifteen minutes or more this
time and after a few minutes of joyous fucking on my part, I realised she
was working her clitoris and had one nipple in her won mouth that she
turned a breast up to her lips and bent her head towards the nipple and I
was transfixed as she stimulated it with her own mouth.  She came quickly
and sensing her rising orgasm, I quickened my pace and came nearly in
unison with her.  She got there slightly ahead of me and we gasped and
panted as we went through the O-barrier for the umpteenth time since
James's had left us alone at the flat.
   James returned Monday evening.  We were all rather sad as we knew she
was leaving the next day.  She had boxed up a few larger items of ornaments
and a set of little oil paintings she had found in an antique shop
somewhere.  James was to send these on.  They slept together that night and
I was glad for them.  I think deep down they really loved each other; they
just weren't in love with each other at this point.  Maybe she would
return. I felt a mixture of sadness and yet I was kind of glad my affair
with her was over.  I had restored my own mojo for female sex and I was
eager to move on.  Paz was certainly in my sights.  Seems I had James as
competition.  James went to Heathrow with her on the Tuesday.  I had to go
to work at eight so I tapped on the door about seven to bid her goodbye. 
She was wearing a pair of men's pajamas and she climbed out of bed, sad and
tearful and embraced me in front of James who smiled sincerely that to good
friends were parting; perhaps for ever.  I hugged her hard and felt very
sad.  We said good bye and just as I was about to leave she suddenly turned
to the nightstand and rummaged around one of the drawers.  She produced a
little notebook with a pencil pushed down the spine.
   "Write me your address in the US," she said, wiping her eyes.  "You
never know; I might get there one day," she sniffed.
   I gave her my folks address in Missouri.
   "You can get my address from James.  Send me a post card and tell me how
your big adventure goes," she said with a wan smile.
   "OK," I chuckled.  "I will do."
   She hugged me again and leant back and looked into my eyes.
   "I'll never forget you Yankee Steve," she said softly.
   `"And I won't ever forget my cheeky flatmate from Willesden Green," I
laughed and we kissed.
   James was lying in bed watching intently.  I nodded to him, over her
shoulder.
   "See she gets safely to the airport," I said.
   He grinned but now looked a little bemused at the tenderness of our
farewell.  I pecked her on the cheek and turned and left as she dissolved
into tears once more and followed me along the hall, calling goodbye after
me as I shut the door.
   When I got home that night James was not home.  I had had a shit day
with lousy tips.  I missed her.  James lasted about another month and then
announced he was leaving.  He had been offered a place in a flat in Swiss
Cottage that was nearer to where he workd.  On the back of this, Peter and
Claire hearing he was moving on moved into his room as it was a lot cheaper
than their place.  Peter also worked with me.  And shortly after that,
another driver at the removal company was looking for somewhere to live
with his girlfriend.  My boss Clive was the landlord of the flat and he
asked if I would take a large room upstairs and let Kurt and his girlfriend
Roslyn move in.  I didn't mind as I could still use the main flat
facilities.  Besides, the rent went down for me as Clive charged me half
price for upstairs.  I had had to pay full price for the downstairs room I
had, because it came furnished with two beds.  He had smiled rather slyly
when he originally told me the rent, saying "now if you had a bird to
share, you'd go halves and it would be more affordable." I accepted the
higher rent as I had nowhere else to go.  But in fact he was right and it
was better for me to let Kurt and Roslyn have it.
   So things once again had changed in a moment.  Peter and Claire and Kurt
and Roslyn turned out to be all right people and we quickly forged a good
communal spirit.
   As for Lisbeth, I never heard from her again.
   THE END
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