Right under my nose (MF, MF, Romance, Inter)
by KeithMcD

Note: These are just stories, some of them with very taboo themes
in them and NOT wishful thinking.
I just want to tell stories and hope no one takes my tales as
anything but sexual fantasies. I don't practice, participate in
or encourage sex with children, rape, do drugs or murder people.
I don't encourage anyone to do any of the things my characters do
either, they are not based on anyone or any situation.  None of
the people are real or based on any one real and bare no
resemblance to any event past of present.
I hope you enjoy them and let me know what you think.






Chapter 1


I had known Hazel Harper for about four years now and we had been
seeing each other for three of those. We embarked on a
relationship that was both passionate and exciting, having sex in
almost every place we could. I was her first black man, though
she was not my first white woman. I knew that she had been twice
married before and that her last marriage ended badly, but not
the details. I was not going to ask her about it, leaving it
until she felt she was ready, if ever, to talk about it.
I didn't even know that she had a daughter. I only met the little
girl when her mother moved in with me during our second year
together and brought the child to live with us. Collette was ten
at the time and had been staying with an aunt to be near her
school. The aunt actually lived near me, just a few miles away.
She was very pretty girl with bright, intelligent blue eyes and a
wide mouth with full kissable lips, and boy did she liked to
kiss, all the time and for any reason at all. Tall for her age,
she did gymnastics in school and loved to be active, never
sitting still for very long. She also had the plumpest little
bottom I had ever seen and I got into the habit of pinching it
quite a lot until her mother told me about the rape. Her
stepfather had raped her, not once, but many times. Hazel only
found out when the counsellor finally got the girl to talk about
it. He had been 'visiting' the little girl's room since she was
five and this continued until she turned ten, just months before
they came to live with me and the man was put into prison for the
crime. Apparently the man was an expert in coercing young
children into sex-play. Hazel had come home early and caught the
man still naked in the child's bed. She nearly killed him with
the paperweight she had grabbed before she finally called the
police.
When we first started dated I had known that she had separated
recently from her husband under bad circumstances but I didn't
know what it was about. It seems that she felt that she could
finally trust me and that was when the details came out and when
I heard all about it I stopped going near Collette. I didn't
pinch her bottom any more, I didn't let her sit on my lap any
more either. I was terrified of being tarred with the sam brush,
I didn't want anything I had done in fun and in play to be
misconstrued and became very aware of everything I did around the
child.
Collette was distraught though and complained to her mother that
I didn't like her any more. Hazel came to bed that very night and
told me off.
"What are you doing? Why are you pushing Collette away, she dotes
on you!"
I was taken back, I didn't know how to react to that.
"I don't want you to think I'm like your ex-husband. I'm sure you
have trust issues with men because..."
She cut me off there.
"I had trust issues with that creep; I don't have those issues
with you. I need you to be the same with her as you've always
been. To show her that 'touching' in the right way is different
from what her stepfather did." she told me angrily.
"I just feel weird, that's all. I've been around children all my
life and never had to deal with that kind of thing before." I
replied, a little shaken.
She lost her intensity and kissed me long and hard, her tongue
deep in my throat. Then she pulled back to stare into my eyes,
hers glistening with passion.
"I need you to be the same as you were with her before. Please,
Steven!” she begged me, “She cares so much for you."
I nodded and she kissed me again, taking her hand and stroking my
limp cock until it became hard again. She angled it and pushed
herself down onto me, gasping with satisfaction as I slid firmly
into her belly, her vulva grasping me in it's silken grip.
"I'm not worried about you Honey, I know you're not that kind of
person." she whispered and began to ride me slowly, “You are so
kind, loving and wonderful!”
After that I pushed aside what I knew about young Collette and
played with her as much as I used to and forcing myself to forget
what she had been through. She reacted with delight when I picked
her up and hugged her to me as I had done before, planting a kiss
on her face.
"I thought you didn't like me any more!" she exclaimed, once
again cheerful and energetic.
"Sorry sweetheart, I just had some things on my mind. I promise
it won't happen again!" I said.
"Will you pinch my bum too?" she asked with a little giggle. I
knew she always liked that.
"Yes, I'll pinch your bum too!" I laughed and kissed her cheek
again.

My relationship with Hazel got deeper and we became almost
inseparable. After four years of living together, six and a half
of them knowing each other for so long, we decided to get married
in a private ceremony at the local registrar office. Collette was
eleven now and almost as tall as her mother. She beamed proudly
as she stood beside us and my friends Simon and Sarah Jonas, who
were acting as witnesses. We said our vows, kissed and went home
to a small celebration. Hazel knew her mother would never accept
me because I was black. They had argued many times until Hazel
had even accused her mother of getting her to marry the child
rapist, her second husband. Her mother had stormed out of the
house in tears that time and didn't come back. I never saw her
again for the rest of our marriage.
We were happy as a family and I treated Collette as much as I
could as my own. But the thought of her rape by her stepfather
was never far away and I was always careful of what I said to her
or did with her.
Collette's bottom got bigger and plumper cheeks as her hips began
to flair out and she started to develop, that's when I stopped
pinching her. She was pushing twelve now and had begun to develop
some very large breast for her young age suddenly, turning into a
young woman.
"Jeez!" her mother exclaimed, "At this rate she'll have bigger
breasts than me soon!"
It was true, Hazel had some very nice breasts but they weren't
huge. She wore a 'C' cup and Collette was already a 'B'. I
started to stop her from sitting in my lap, but the girl fought
me, complaining to her mother and finally getting her way again.
Even her kisses got longer and wetter, as she pressed her hard,
bra-less breasts into me. I had major issues with this and did
what I could to stop her from continuing.
"That's so sweet!" Hazel would say as the girl tip-toed up,
wrapped her arms around my neck and planted those full, juicy
lips against mine. I felt so uncomfortable with this new
behaviour and told Hazel.
"Don't be silly, she loves you and so do I!" she kissed me and
went about her house chores happily, throwing the furniture
polish and cloth at me and pointing at the centre-table.
I started to get grave concerns about my relationship with
Collette when she first crept into our bed after we had been
having a hard night of passionate sex. We had both drifted off to
sleep and I felt that wonderful glow seep into my dreams Hazel
clinging to me throughout my dreams. I woke up the next morning
and felt the warm body snuggled next to me. I found her soft,
pliant mouth and kissed her, only to realise that the mouth
belonged to Collette. I jumped back and stared at the girl in her
flimsy nightie clinging to me, I could have sworn that it was
Hazel I had been kissing. Hazel was nowhere to be seen. I
panicked.
"What are you doing here?" I almost shouted in terror,
remembering that I had been tonguing her and that she had been
sucking on it, "Where's your mother?"
"She's gone shopping." she said and pulled herself against me
again, "She said I could lie down with you for a bit until you
woke up."
She licked her lips and smiled at me in an alluring manner that
made me very nervous indeed. I tried to pull away from her, to
get off the bed, but she had wound her limbs around me during the
morning and I was already tangled in the sheets. I couldn't move.
"Collette, you have to let me go, Honey. If your mother comes
home and finds me like this..." I was cut off by her big soft
lips, then she pulled back and smiled at me.
"Don't worry 'Daddy', mummy won't mind. She was still in the
bedroom when I crawled into bed with you." she snuggled against
me and I felt her mouth nuzzling my throat. "Mmmmm! You feel so
warm!"
I lay there until she finally decided to get up and go to the
bathroom. I got out of bed and dressed quickly, not wanting to be
alone in the house with the little vixen for too long. I didn't
even wait to use the bathroom, just went out into the garage and
locked the door from the inside. I stayed in there, tinkering
with my car until Hazel came home, still shaking as I spoke to
her about the incident.
"What's this about you leaving Collette in bed with me?" I asked
her with some concerns that the girl had been lying.
"Oh don't be silly, she just wanted to cuddle while I went out.
It's nothing to worry about." she said dismissively. "Look,
you've proven that you're a wonderful parent, so be a parent and
stop all of this nonsense. If she wants a kiss and a cuddle then
kiss her and cuddle her!"
"Hazel, I had no clothes on!" I said in alarm. "What if I had a
morning erection?"
"After what I did? I doubt it!" she laughed.
So it was her sucking on me this morning after all. I breathed a
sigh of relief and leaned back against the kitchen sink. She
hummed a song with her lovely voice and continued to put away the
shopping.

Collette started to wear shorter dresses and tighter tops,
sometimes wearing so little that I could see most of her
surprisingly shapely body. Today she wore a thin, stretchy pair
of shorts that clung to her hips and buttocks. She had on a loose
vest with a low neck that revealed her perfect, shapely breasts
every time she bent over in front of me. I had no doubt that it
was deliberate.
"Shouldn't you put on something a little more decent?" I asked as
she settled into my lap, she had her breasts almost in my face as
she climbed onto me. She was facing me, straddling my lap. Her
hard tits against my chest as she hugged my neck and kissed my
forehead. Hazel made a satisfied sigh and smiled at me.
"Oh Daddy, don't be silly!" Collette laughed, she had taken to
calling me that a lot now.
"Why don't you two just stay here and cuddle while I get us some
tea and fruit cake." Haze got up and left us in the room.
Collette immediately squeezed me tighter.
"Oh Daddy." she sighed into my neck, “I love you so much!”
I could feel her sucking the skin on my neck and I felt a bit
strange, then panic started to set in as she began to kiss her
way up to my ear, touching my sensitive spots.
"Collette. Don't do that, Honey." I gasped.
She gave a little chuckle and continued with the gentle kisses. I
was terrified now, I started to become erect just as Hazel came
back into the room with the tray of tea and cake. Collette
continued to kiss my neck even though her mother was now in the
room.
"Collette Dear, stop that and help mummy with the teas." she
said.
She had that smug smile on her face as if she had been proved
right.
The girl pulled her face away from my neck reluctantly and turned
around in my lap, her buttocks now rubbing against me to my utter
mortification. As she helped her mother pour the tea and put cake
slices into plates, I felt her clench her fat little buttocks
around me, making me very uncomfortable indeed.
"Why don't you get off Daddy so he can drink his tea, Dear?" her
mother suggested.
I panicked again, I didn't want her to see my embarrassing bulge
when the girl got to her feet, but neither did I want the girl
sitting there.
"He can drink tea while I sit in his lap, can't you Daddy?" she
smiled back at me, squeezing her buttocks together on me again.
"Err, yeah, sure." I said quickly, confusingly glad for the
opening but wishing I could find a way out of this situation.
Hazel smiled and shrugged, she place my tea cup in front of me on
the small table and came and sat right next to us.
"I'm so happy you two have become so close. Collette really
needed someone to love her after what her stepfather did to her,
I'm so happy it's someone like you."
Hazel had tears in her eyes of love and joy. She pulled my face
to hers and kissed me hard, her tongue licking deep into my
mouth. I gasped and I felt Collette pressing back into me and
squeeze her buttocks against me through the material of my thin
shorts.
I finally got free when the tea was cleared up and Hazel took her
daughter into the kitchen with her. I shot out of the room and
went into the toilet, staying there until I calmed down and I
became flaccid. That had been a particularly hairy episode, I
would not let that happen again.
Back downstairs, the girl climbed back into my lap and was
disappointed when she didn't find my hardness to sit on any more.
She made a rude noise, sighed and slumped against me.
Thankfully, I didn't get aroused with her in my lap after that. I
was relieved and was able to hug the girl without being
self-conscious again. I did have to stop her from kissing my neck
again though, that was my sensitive spot and I intended to keep
her far from it from now on. She moped a bit when she couldn’t
get to it but eventually she settled down.
Hazel was so pleased that I could relax with her daughter now,
finally. She became more loving towards me, if that's at all
possible. I was a very happy man indeed. It was a shame she could
no longer have children.
Collette's school work became better and better and she was now
at the top of her class. A big difference from the child who
could barely keep up with the other pupils a few years ago, when
I knew she was very smart and could do really well. It was partly
down to my helping her, sitting with her and patiently working
through her lessons until she began to understand them. I liked
teaching her, she was a very receptive and intelligent student
and I really enjoyed the lessons. Her teachers were amazed and
wanted to meet me to ask what I had done to achieve this
surprising turnaround. I declined, preferring not to get into a
debate on whose job it was to teach and inspire the girl, I
wasn’t even her real parent. I preferred to work from the
sidelines. She was, after all, a very bright girl and only needed
a gentle push.
She was also very popular with the other pupils at her school and
had won many medals in her chosen sports, making her well known
and well liked. All the children wanted to hang out with her and
be her friend. She had a small army always around her all the
time when she was out, sometimes I would see them walking through
the shopping centre and quickly hide, not wanting to interfere
with her happiness.




Chapter 2


Things were a bit sour with me and Hazel now. Collette was
fourteen when we moved into our new home in Woodford. She had
grown much taller now, taller than her mother by at least six
inches. Her head was up to my nose now and her breasts were now a
double 'C' cup. Her bum was lovely, round and nicely plump at the
bottom. She turned heads everywhere she went, especially when she
took me with her anywhere.
"That's your stepfather, CJ?!" asked one girl, just in my
earshot.
They always called her "CJ".
"He's gorgeous! Yum!" the girl said.
"Cool! CJ, You've got a black Daddy. And He's a hunk!" said
another.
I had that a lot nowadays and it did feel nice. I didn't think I
was that good looking though, I had never been popular with girls
in my youth.
Her mother was behaving cool towards me now and we hadn’t made
love for a couple of weeks. She seemed to be working late a lot
and going off on company meetings quite a lot too. She no longer
attended any of Collette’s school functions, instead leaving it
to me. Collette was becoming more withdrawn from her mother of
late too and even stopped talking to her altogether a few times.
I tried to make piece but I was told to “butt out” by both of
them. I began to get the nagging feeling that Hazel was sleeping
with someone else. The woman becoming distant and even a little
cold. We still slept in the same bed, but no longer hugged or
touched. I lay awake at night, crying silently for what we once
had. I was starved of sex and constantly horny, with no outlet at
all. I was not going to go out with anyone else though, I was
married and believed in being monogamous. But I knew that Hazel
was seeing another man, even though I had no idea who it could
be. It hurt like hell but I was not going to fight over it, I
didn't feel that I should even try to make her love me again,
thinking that maybe it was something that I had done to turn her
from me. In past relationships I had been left on my own after
much shorter 'flings'. I had lost much confidence before Hazel
came and started courting me.

I had to go to Collette’s school sports day while her mother was
up in Edinburgh for company training. There were a lot of single
women there who came over and made conversation while their
daughter's and sons prepared to go onto the field.
Collette was running the 100m, the 200m, the relay and the long
jump.
"Your daughter's very lovely!" a very attractive blonde woman
said excitedly. "She's such a sweet and intelligent girl. You
must be very proud."
"I am." I told her.
I noticed that she was sitting closer to me than she really
should and I moved away a little from the overly friendly blonde.
Collette looked over at me and waved. I waved back and moved
again as the woman slid closer once more. Collette won her race
and raised her hands in triumph. I jumped down from the stands
and cheered for her, running out to hug the excited girl,
spinning her around in the air. I lost my balance and we fell to
the ground in a heap laughing. She was not a ‘little’ girl any
more. She was a tall and powerfully built athlete, but she didn’t
have that hard, wiry look that the other girls had begun to
acquire. Instead she looked more like a swimsuit model or a
dancer than an athlete. Most of the males at the event had their
eyes on her as she stretched, warming up for her other events.
"I see Maureen Charmers' mum has been trying to put the moves on
you, Daddy." she said as we stood up again.
"You noticed." I chuckled.
She nodded, her face was serious.
"Be wary of her, Daddy. She's a man-eater and she has a
reputation." she told me.
I raised my eyebrows at her.
"I think you're exaggerating, Honey." I chuckled.
But I was intrigued. She gave me a look and I laughed. She kept
eyeing the woman throughout the event and I kept trying to keep
my distance from her too.
Collette waved to me as she collected her baton for the sprint
relay, she was the anchor and blasted away from the other teams
as if they were standing still. She won her long jumped event as
well. I was so very proud of her. She stood on the podium again
to collect her forth medal of the day and I clapped heartily,
trying to hold the pee that was threatening to burst out of me. I
had been unable to locate the stupid toilets since I was told
that the main one was out of order. You had to go on a quest to
find the other male one.
"Why are you so restless Daddy?" Collette asked me as I moved
uncomfortably from foot to foot.
"I need to go to the ‘WC’ real bad." I told her.
She was about to tell me where the nearest toilets were when she
got called away by one of the officials. She waved towards the
stands to me, probably indicating where a nearer one was when
Mrs. Charmers slid up beside me just as Collette turned away.
"I can tell you where the toilets are!" she said cheerfully in a
very sexy voice that made me shudder. She pointed towards the
small building just visible through the stands.
“It’s right back there!”
I thanked her and went to the back of the stands where I found a
toilet. It was a bit dark, grungy and a bit scary to be honest,
as if no one used it for a while. I was feeling anxious as I did
my business then hustled out of the darkened room, only to be
confronted by the big and very forceful blonde from the stands. I
could see the legs of the spectators through the stand and was
trying not to call attention to myself.
"Mrs. Charmers! This is the men's toilet!" I was a bit scared of
being alone with her, she had a predatory look to her and I felt
like meat.
"It's OK, there's a 'Not in use' sign on the door. No one's going
to come in here." she smiled and pushed me back inside the toilet
and up against the wall.
I guess I could have done more to resist her, but the truth was I
was so damned horny that I let her have her way. She she grabbed
my head, pressing her thick, luscious lips and kissing me
hungrily, her very long tongued deep in my throat. I was moaning
and my knees were shaky when she let me go, dropping to her knees
before I could recover my senses and unzipping my trousers,
fished out penis and gobbled it up in her warm mouth. I was
gasping as she quickly got me hard with her very expert lips and
then leaned back to smile up at me as she stroked it.
"So it's true what they say about black men then. Makes my
husband's four inched poker look positively tiny!" she laughed.
I didn't think I was that big. I was pretty average I thought,
but her words did boost my ego a bit. She began to give me one
heck of a blow-job. I cried out and came hard into the eager
woman's hungry mouth.
"Mmmmm!" she moaned swallowing, continuing to suck me until I was
completely soft. She stood up after fixing me back into my
clothes, licking her lips.
"That was fantastic! I can't wait to get you alone somewhere
again and show you what a ral woman can do for you!" she laughed,
caressing my face.
I found myself alone again and staggered out into the daylight.
When I found my way back to the stands Mrs. Charmers smiled and
winked at me, licking her lips again suggestively.
"Daddy!" the angry sing-song voice of my stepdaughter cried as
she punched me on my arm.
"What!" I said as I rubbed the pained limb. She could hit very
hard.
"You let that hussy get you! I saw her with you!" she stormed
angrily.
I froze in terror. I looked at the angry face of my stepdaughter
and cringed. Would she tell her mother?
"You let her touch your 'thing'. How could you?" she stormed and
punched my arm again.
"Ow! I'm sorry Honey, she cornered me and...  well she... Look
please don't tell your mother. I didn't do anything. Please!" I
begged the girl, rubbing my sore arm.
"You'd better not let her get near you again!" she said angrily
and then she stormed off towards the woman.
I watched as she dragged the woman off to the side of the stands
and gave her a piece of her mind. On the journey back home she
barely spoke to me at all. I tried several times, but I was met
by a cold wall of silence. I gave up and just prayed that she
wouldn't tell her mother.
When we arrived home she went straight up to her room. I knocked
on her door and pleaded with her, tried to explain that I didn't
do anything. She screamed at me through the door.
"That's just it, Daddy! You should have stopped her, pushed her
away, something!"
I felt so terrible that I decided to tell my wife the truth.
Things were not great between us, but I didn’t want her getting
it through second-hand knowledge. I called Hazel and told her
everything that happened. She was silent for a long time before
she spoke.
"I'm on my way home soon."
She hung up before I could say anything. I stayed at home until
she arrived in the morning.
The very first thing she did was to slap me hard across my face,
then she slapped me again. I stood my ground, not even trying to
protect my face as she hit me several more times. Tears streamed
down my face and I stayed there while she screamed and shouted at
me. Collette came down and stood at the door, watching us. She
was crying too.
“Bastard! You fucking Bastard!” she screamed as she hit me, “How
could you!”
I slept in the sofa that night and for the rest of the week, she
wouldn't allow me near her or even in the spare room. I took my
punishment, hoping she would eventually forgive me. I cried every
night and went to my work with a really sombre face.
"What's up, Steven? You've not been yourself for a few days now."
asked one of my colleagues Terry Hopson.
"Just some problems at home, it's personal." I told him and
anyone else who asked. I was thoroughly miserable.
It went on for another few weeks. I tried many times to ask her
to forgive me, to give me a chance to make amends, but she was
just not interested. It was as if she had turned off a switch and
gone cold towards me, our love completely dead.
"You’re late! Where've you been?" Hazel said angrily as I came
home after eight o'clock.
I had been working longer and longer hours now, not wanting to be
in the house and face her icy stare.
"Well? Where were you?" she asked again.
"At work, where else?" I asked, finally getting annoyed.
"I don't know, maybe you had other places to go." she sneered.
I was really getting frustrated with her attitude, especially
after the way she was behaving with me for so long before my
'indiscretion'.
"I've got no reason to hurry home. You don't want me around so
what's the point? I've not been with another woman if that's
where you're going with this!" I said, finally getting annoyed at
the inference. "I had to re-build my email server and move all of
the accounts over to it. I left the guys finishing up because I'm
the only one who's married. I am still married aren't I?"
She glared at me and I threw up my hands.
"That's it! I've done all I can to make amends and I still get
the cold treatment from you and your daughter!" I said throwing
the emphasis on the "YOUR daughter" bit, knowing it would hurt
her to the core.
"I can't be with you if you don't trust me. I'm leaving. I told
you that I didn't do anything and you still act as if I had sex
with the fucking woman. Enough is enough! That is all I'm going
to take!"
I left the speechless woman and stormed upstairs, pulled out the
big case from the attic and went to my room where I packed away
my clothes and folded my suits. When I got as much as I could
into the huge case, then I struggled with it down the steps and
went for the door. I was in the car before Collette came running
out to me. I rolled up the window so that I didn't have to listen
to her crying and pleading, droving off. It had hurt to leave the
girl like that, but I could not be weakened or I would go back
with my tail between my legs. I thought what Hazel did to me was
cruel and way over the top and there was still that suspicioun
that she was seeing someone else. I had known other men who had
affairs for years and were treated better by their spouses. No,
she would have to come to me first, if ever.
Mum still had the room I had slept in as a young teenager, it was
now a spare room. She was very worried about me and thought I
should talk to my wife.
"And say what, Mum? She won't accept anything I say and I've been
sleeping in the sofa for three weeks."
"The two of you should talk this out." she told me shaking her
head, she had liked Hazel.
"I tried Mum, but she doesn't trust me enough to believe me or
maybe it’s something else, you know? I think she's been seeing
someone. I don't need that crap." As an afterthought I turned
back to her. "Please don't call her. If she wants me she knows my
mobile’s number and she knows where I work"
"Well you stay as long as you like." she said, not promising
anything.
She left me alone in the room and I unpacked my things,
re-pressed my shirts for work. I hung my shirts and my suits up
in the wardrobe. When I had finished I went downstairs, where my
mother had a bowl of her soup waiting for me. It had potatoes,
plantains, sweet potatoes and yams in it, plus some very big
chunks of beef. I had always loved my mother's soups; they filled
you up like nothing on earth.
The rest of the week went very slowly indeed. To tell the truth I
missed Hazel and Collette badly, but I was not going to weaken. I
was not going to beg them, I wasn't the kind to beg and I
wouldn't start now.

I actually started to enjoy my freedom when I got a call on my
desk phone. It was reception and Collette was waiting for me in
the main entrance. She looked up and her face brightened as soon
as she saw me. I realised how much I missed her and wanted to go
to her, to hug her.
"Hi, Daddy!" she said. And I could see she wanted to rush into my
arms. And I wanted to hold her too.
"Hello, Collette. How are you doing? How's you mother?" I asked
her. My heart raced at the sight of the girl.
"I’m missing you. She's... She wants you to come home. Please,
Daddy, I want you to come home." she begged.
"Your mother couldn't tell me this herself? She had every
chance!" I asked, becoming annoyed again.
"She wanted to..." Collette started.
"Tell you what, if she decides she can trust me then she can come
and tell me herself. Go home, Collette. I’m sorry." I told her,
feeling torn as I walked away from her and went back upstairs to
my office. Leaving the girl crying in the lobby.




Chapter 3


In my mother's birth country they have a description for how I
was feeling right now. It's called 'sweet skin' and you get it
when you're many weeks away from your job. You get so ‘into’
lazing at home that you don’t want to go back. I had 'sweet skin'
now from being single and I wasn't sure if I would even want to
get back with Hazel any more. It wasn’t that I no longer had
feelings for her, but the fact that she was already behaving
remote with me made it easier.
After three months of living at my mother's house, I was getting
loads of interest from women I had never even noticed before. The
very pretty young Tina Charles was making 'eyes' at me
constantly, flirting every chance she got. The dark-haired cutie
lived alone now since she had kicked her boyfriend out a few
months ago. She liked to tell me how useless he was at
everything, especially lovemaking. She had laughed when she
recalled how she had asked him to rub her clit and he started
pinching her nipple. I had laughed at that too.
The girl felt very at-ease with me and was able to tell me some
very intimate things.
"Shit man!" Howie Foster, from accounts laughed, "She wants you,
man. Can't you tell?"
I had noticed, I just wasn't ready to jump into another
relationship so soon after my marriage had ended. There was still
that little voice that said I could get back
with Hazel. Wishful thinking I guess.
By the end of the year I had finally realised that there was no
going back now, I decided to officially end the relationship. I
called a divorce lawyer and filed the papers for 'Irreconcilable
Differences'.
Hazel finally came to my office to talk to me when she received
the papers in the mail. She stood there in her black dress and
dark glasses. She looked lovely and so sad.
"What do you want Hazel, you had more than enough chances to talk
to me and straighten things out." I said.
She almost took a step towards me and I would have gone to her if
she had.
"It didn't have to be like this!" she said.
"Like what? You didn't trust me enough to believe what I said.
That's no basis for a relationship. I gave you every chance,
Hazel, every chance." I started to get angry again.
"You slept with another woman!" she shouted at me now, also
getting angry
Her voice echoing in the lobby and people stopped to look at us.
"I didn't sleep with anyone! Where the hell did you manufacture
that bit of crap?" I screamed. Everyone in reception was staring
now. I didn't care, I wanted to clear the air once and for all.
"That's..." she stopped and I could see that she was confused.
"She tricked me into an out of order toilet and cornered me. She
gave me a blow-job and then left. That’s it! I had no intention
of going anywhere with her, she tricked me. It was a fucking
blow-job Hazel, that's all it was. And you just couldn't let it
go. You accused me of cheating on you and put me out into the
cold, but I think that it's you that's been cheating on me. I
would have done anything for you. Absolutely anything."
I stepped back from her and shook my head. All the pain and anger
of the past months were pouring out of me.
"Just go! There's nothing that can fix this, it's too late now
and I don't feel the same about you any more." I told her.
I left her standing there and never saw her again until the court
appearance. Both she and Collette were there and the teenager was
crying throughout. I could see that she wanted to come to me, but
that was not going to happen. My lawyer said I should stay away
from her too. When I finally got my divorce decree I finally felt
free and left the court quickly, not wanting to talk with Hazel
or even Collette. I just wanted a break from the life I had and
start over.
Seven years had gone. I was now thirty five years old and
childless. I wanted my own family now.
That Christmas I danced with Tina at the office party and then
spent the whole night in her bed until daylight streamed in
through the window, not realising how exactly I had got there.
I went through several very brief 'flings' with women who showed
an interest with me, going back to what I had been doing before I
met Hazel. I was disappointed that I could find no one who could
fill my need for someone to share the rest of my life with. But
Tina was a recurring relationship during the next couple of
years. We stayed in our own places and met for sex. She was funny
and sexy, loving to pin me to the bed and have wild, and
sometimes dirty sex. Later on though, she had her eye on one of
my engineers, I could tell from the way she got flustered
whenever she was around him. Colin Sands was a new engineer I
hired a few weeks before. I like that lad, he was quiet, well
mannered, single and shy. I had been like that once. I manoeuvred
them together a few times and coaxed Tina into 'taking' him out.
After a few weeks of dating she came to me with tears in her eyes
and begged me to let her go.
"You silly girl, I've been trying to get you two together for
ages. Go on, get out of here!" I laughed. She hugged me, kissed
passionately and left. I felt lonely again, but happy that
someone I really liked was going to be fine.

I was forty yesterday, June 8th. I had a few friends around to my
house in Beckton for a small party. Colin and Tina Sands were
there too with their three year old son. Tina looked wonderful
and Colin looked really smart in his arm cast. He had fallen out
of a Ferris-wheel at on of those fun fairs that the gypsies ran
during the summer.
I was still single and stopped looking for 'that special someone'
now. I was the IT Director for my company as the old one had
moved onto new pastures. TTF Financing Ltd had grown to seven new
offices around the world and we were running some of the newest
technology around thanks to my input.
I had to travel more than I really wanted to for a sort time, but
I found that my IT Manager wanted to go on these trips and sent
him instead. This was to both our liking.
Then an old friend, Dave Taylor, bumped into me as I arrived back
from my Tokyo trip.
“Steve! How the hell are you?” he cried as we embraced and patted
each other’s backs.
“I’ve been good. You look good yourself.” I told the beaming man.
“Things have not been too bad. I heard that Frank Phillips has
moved to New York with his wife now. He’s been transferred a few
months ago. He wasn’t best please though, he doesn’t like New
York at all. I think he might leave.”
Dave looked at me and smiled, nodding his head.
“So what have you been up to? You look like you’ve moved into the
big leagues.” he said.
“I’m IT Director now at TFF. I’ve just come back from merger
meetings with a small Japanese firm and I’ve been meeting with
the guy who’s going to be my IT Manager there. I’ve been a bit
busy.” I told him apologetically.
"It's happened to all of us. I haven't seen Alex and Simon
since... Well, you know." he said.
I knew, he meant since my divorce from Hazel. Thankfully he
didn't mention her and we agreed to meet before the party to have
a few drinks. I was not a drinker, I usually had a ginger ale or
no more than one light beer. It was really good to see him. He
had grown plump around the middle and balding quite a bit. But he
did look good.
"Look at you!" Dave said as we hugged. He patted my back and let
me go, standing back to look at me again. "Apart from that head
of grey hair you look exactly the same."
"This head of grey hair is from years of hard bloody work mate."
I laughed and so did he.
"I married Sharon Willis!"
"No!" I said, incredulous.
"Yeah, She finally cracked and said 'I do' to me. I wished you
were there for the wedding. No one could find you and your
company said you were on some very secret negotiations. I really
wanted you there." he looked crestfallen.
I breathed a long sigh and rested my hand on his shoulder.
“My birthday is next weekend. I hope you’ll come. We’re at the
same place.” He said.
"I won't miss it, I promise. I'm here to stay now and I got the
next two weeks off." I told him.
He smiled and clapped me on the shoulder. We went off to the
nearby pub I frequented with my team and had a few drinks. Mine
were ginger ales and a light beer. We talked old times and then
left to go home a few hours later. I would see him soon at his
party.

Everyone was surprised to see me. Dave hadn't told them that he
spoke to me; he wanted to keep it as a surprise. I was mobbed for
a bit as they wanted to know what I had been doing. I was
dismayed to find that Hazel arrived there an hour later. She was
accompanied by her boss, who I remembered and a tall, very
beautiful, dark-haired woman in a red dress who seemed vaguely
familiar to me but could not place. I tried to avoid Hazel, but
she zeroed in on me by the window.
"Weren't you going to say 'hello' to me Steven?" she asked me,
standing in front of me with her drink.
I sipped my drink and looked down at her. There was still that
little pull...
"Hello Hazel. How have you been?"
"I've been good. How about you?" she asked.
"Good." I nodded.
I kept looking into her eyes, she still looked lovely.
"So... That your new fella now?” I asked, indicating the tall man
she had arrived with.
She looked back at him watching the two of us and nodded.
"Yes, we're married now. About five years ago." she turned back
to me with sad eyes. "It's not like you and me. Still, it's
better than nothing. What about you?"
I shook my head.
"I'm still single." I saw her draw in a long breath.
"I'm sorry." she said.
Somehow I didn’t believe her.
"Don't be. I made a choice and I am happy with it." I said and
took a long sip from my almost empty glass.
“Really?” she asked.
“Yes!” I lied, seeing that she didn't believe me.
We stood there, sipping our drinks in silence and her husband
came over. He had his eyes on me as he approached and hugged
Hazel from behind when he arrived. His actions had the mark of
possession about it, as if he was challenging me. I chuckled to
myself and I saw his eyes harden. He was obviously jealous of me,
for some reason. It was silly, I didn’t want his wife any more.
"Hi, I'm Mike Harding." he said and offered his hand.
I took it and winced as he squeezed my hand in a vicious grip. I
let him have his fun, watching as he smiled in triumph.
"Yes," I said pulling my hand from him, "I know. You were Hazel's
boss. I remember you, pleased to meet you."
I wasn't really. Was the man she had been seeing behind my back?
I had to keep up the pretence for her benefit anyway.
"You here long?" he asked me, are you going off again?”
What was he implying? Did he want me to go away again?
"No. I’m back from Japan and just getting back to my proper job.
Why would I be going anywhere?" I said, amused when his eyes
hardened again.
He was obviously not pleased.
"I thought you were still living abroad or something?" he said,
as if willing me to leave.
Hazel had now come and stood between us, as if trying to keep us
from each other's throats.
"I've been doing some work with our Tokyo branch, finalising our
take over of a local finance house there. I’ve been coordinating
our IT. It took me away for a while but I'm back now, for good."
I emphasised that last bit and I could plainly see that he didn't
like that at all.
"We must invite you over some time. I could show you my new car
collection." he smiled.
He didn't really want to; he just wanted me to know that he had
more money than me.
"I'd like that." I lied.
He smirked and led Hazel away. She smiled at me before she left
and I watched as they disappeared into the throng of bodies.
It must have been nearly an hour after that when the beautiful
young woman who I had seen come into the party with Hazel, came
and stood in front of me. Even in the gloomy light of the
darkened living room I could see the tear-filled eyes. I canted
my head to the right, trying to remember where I had seen this
lovely girl before...
Collette!
"Oh my God, Collette?" I asked, my eyes going wide in wonder.
It was her, I could see it now. I didn’t understand how I
couldn’t see that before, and she was absolutely the most
beautiful woman I had ever been fortunate to see in the flesh.
She was stunning.
"Hello Da... Steve!" she corrected herself.
She hovered just barely a foot from me and then launched herself
at me, wrapping her arms around me and crying into my neck. I
held her tightly and listened to her crying, wanting to cry too.
She sobbed into my shoulder, the young woman clung to me like
there was no tomorrow.
"I heard Mum and Mike talking. They said your name and Mike was
being very... I hate him!" she babbled into my neck.
"Shh! Don't talk Honey, just let me look at you." I said, pushing
her back to arms length so that I could gaze upon her face.
She was gorgeous, I could not believe it. A beauty beyond
anything I ever imagined had grwn up right under my nose.
"My goodness, how beautiful you've grown. I didn't even recognise
you when you came in."
She smiled through her tears and gave a small half-hearted laugh.
I took out my handkerchief and gave it to her. She wiped her face
and dabbed her eyes.
“How are you? What have you been doing with yourself since I last
saw you?” I asked.
The questions were flooding my head, I wanted to know everything.
“I’m much better now you’re back!” she smiled, “You are back
aren’t you?”
Her eyes begging me to say “yes”.
“Of course, Yes. I’ve been doing lots of work abroad, but I’m
home to stay now. I’ve got someone else doing the travelling for
me now and now that I’ve seen you, they’ll have to drag me away.”
I laughed and was pleased to see her smile at my joke.
"So what are you doing now?" I asked her.
"I'm a film producer when I'm not trading on the stock exchange."
she said raising her head high with pride. "I have two hugely
grossing films and another big project in the works."
I felt myself bursting with pride, I knew that I had nothing to
do with it but I couldn't stop the feelings from threatening to
overwhelm me.
"That is absolutely fantastic. I'm very pro... I'm very pleased
for you." I said.
"Were you going to say 'Proud' Steve?" she asked.
I bowed my head in shame.
"Yeah!" I said softly.
She lifted my head in her hands and stared into my eyes.
"You should be. I wouldn't have been able to do any of it without
you." She hugged me again and I became very aware of her breasts
pressing against me.
My heart was beating really fast. I swallowed and pulled back
from her again before she felt my arousal, smiling at her.
"Then I'm very proud of you indeed." I said, "I bet your
boyfriend must be very pleased."
"I'm single. I've never had time for partners." she smiled,
"Well, not until recently."
She looked into my eyes as she said it and I shook the feeling
that pervaded my thoughts.
"What about you Steve? Are you seeing anyone?"
"No. I'm pretty much on my own now. I stopped waiting for the
right woman to come along ages ago." I told her, looking off
through the window and seeing her reflection and the wonderful
rounded curve of her bottom in the red dress she was wearing.
"I'm sure all of that will change now." she said and hung onto my
arm. We looked at each other for a long time and then smiled.
Collette stayed at my side for the remainder of the party until
Hazel and her stepfather decided to go home. She was travelling
with them and was spending the night at their house. She hugged
me so tightly that I thought I would snap. She pushed something
into my pocket before she left, kissing me full on the mouth for
way too long. I stood watching their big car drive away when Dave
lay his hand on my shoulder.
"You know, she's been asking about you constantly over the years.
Always asking if anyone has seen you, if you're married. Whenever
she goes off on one of her movies, she comes here first and asks
for you before she does anything." he told me.
"I practically helped bring her up. She still sees me as a father
figure." I told him.
"Is that what you think?" he asked me, laughing.
"What do you mean?" I asked him, puzzled by his inference.
"I guess you'll find out." he told me, clapped me twice on the
shoulder and went back inside.




Chapter 4


I was at home when I discovered that the card she had placed in
my pocket was in fact her business card with her home address,
her mobile telephone number and her email address with the words
"Call me soon" written at the back. At the front it said: "CJ
Harper, Executive Producer". I sat down and input the details on
my PDA phone. I would call her tomorrow.
It had been such a shock to see her there. So tall and so very
beautiful, I could not believe how lovely she had become. She was
so full of self confidence, more intelligent than I could have
hoped. I was still reeling from her choice of career; she had
become very successful too. I began to remember hearing and
seeing the name on the credits and thinking that the person had
the same name as Collette.
I laughed and shook my head at the thought, I would have known if
I had stayed in contact.
I finally called her.
"Is that you Steve?"
"Yes!" I said, calling her while I was at my desk at work. It was
9:15 in the morning and people were off on their various meetings
and trips. The main office was mostly empty and two of my guys
were off, one sick and the other on holiday.
"Are you at work? Is it the same place?"
"Yes. I'm now on the forth floor. Why?"
"I want to see you." she said.
Collette's voice was slightly shrill, desperate. I worried.
"OK. The office isn't really full of people today if you want to
come here." I told her.
Within an hour I got a call from reception and she was sent up.
My PA showed her in and left us alone. I came around the desk to
hug her and she clung fiercely to me.
"I missed you so much!" she said, it sounded like she was crying.
I pushed her away to see her face and saw that she actually was.
I took out a tissue from the box on my desk and dabbed her eyes.
"Stop that. I'm not worth all this fuss." I chuckled.
"You are to me." she said in a softer voice and hugged me once
again.
She finally stepped back and looked around my office. She saw the
pictures of herself at her various sports days, her birthday and
when I took her to Disney World. She fingered the pictures and
turned to me, smiling.
"I didn't know you had these? I thought we had all the pictures
at home?"
"I still had those on my laptop hard drive." I told her.
She seemed pleased.
"What do your visitors say when they see these?" she asked.
"I usually say they are my most favourite girl in the whole
world."
She looked at me and her face became serious.
"Why didn't you call me, or write to me, something."
"I was very hurt about your mother and me and didn't really think
very straight. I would have liked to have watched you grow up,
but that would mean being in contact with you mother. I couldn't
do that. It was a bad break-up." I told her.
She sat down in the chair opposite my desk and crossed her legs.
Very nice legs.
"I'm back in your life now. You'll have to except that you'll see
her sometimes." She wasn't giving me a choice.
"It's alright, I don't feel that way now." I said.
It was the truth, though I did have regrets.
"I want to have dinner with you tonight. I'll have someone come
and collect you from your home. Give me your address." she said
taking out her PDA.
"Hold on, I haven't said I could come" I said in alarm.
She waited.
"OK! OK! It's 1 Wren Close, Beckton. She tapped at the screen
with a triumphant smile on her lovely face. She knew she had won
that round.
"How come a beautiful woman with so much going for her hasn't
found a partner?" I asked her as the question popped into my
mind.
"Me?" she blushed.
"Yes!"
"Well, I told you before that I was waiting for the right man."
she said.
"And..."
She just smiled and didn't answer the question. I shrugged and
sat at my desk. She smiled at me when I faced her.
“Have you been with anyone during your long time away from me?”
she asked suddenly.
“Well, I did have a strange relationship with a girl who works
here, but I fixed her up with one of my engineers and they’re
married now. I’ve not really been seeing anyone since. I kind of
gave up on finding someone. My record hasn’t been very good so
far. I’ve made some stupid mistakes and been with some rather
bizarre people. I just decided to give up.”
“Don’t be silly! The person who’s right for you is not far away,
you have to be patient.” She was telling me off, I knew.
“How am I supposed to recognize her when she comes?” I shrugged.
She smiled at me and her blue eyes sparkled like lights.
“I’ll tell you when.” She said.
Her perfect teeth showing from her wide smile.

It was a long drive out to her home just outside of Oakley in
Oxfordshire. It was a fairly large house with a drive and a big
garage at the side of the house. The driver was a blonde woman
with a bright smile who didn’t talk much on the journey.
“Here we are Sir!” she said as she pulled up in front of the
house. “Please remain seated until I open the door for you.”
“That isn’t necessary.” I told her.
“That’s the rules Sir.”
“Alright.” I said in frustration.
I had always opened doors for women, not the other way around.
She got out of the big black 730 LD BMW and came around the car,
opening the door for me with a big, genuine smile. I was so
uncomfortable and I could see that she was enjoying it immensely.
Collette was waiting for me at the door. She was smiling and
standing with her hands on her hips. She wore a short, flowery
summer dress with a low neckline, showing off her attributes to
great effect. The light from behind her showed how thin the dress
was, I could easily see her exceptionally shapely thighs.
“I loved watching your face when Candy opened the door for you. I
should have asked her to insist on taking your hand too, that
would have really got you going.” she laughed, it was a lovely
sound and hadn’t changed very much since she was a girl.
I had always loved hearing her laughter. She waved her hand to
indicate that I should go to her and she hugged me. I was a bit
anxious as I felt her body pressing and those big firm breasts
against me, but didn’t pull away from her. When she finally
pulled back from me there was a twinkle in her eyes. She leaned
in and kissed me full on my mouth, the second time she had done
that since she had come back into my life. I remembered how much
she liked to kiss as a girl.
“You look fantastic!” I told her as she pulled me into the house.
“Thank you! You look very handsome too, you always did.”
I felt my face flush a little. I had never really gotten used to
compliments on my looks.
There was a wide staircase to the left of the door with a
polished wooden banister and a cupboard underneath. Behind that
was the open door to the kitchen. To my right was another open
door to the large living room which she led me into and seated me
in a big, soft leather chair. The room was adjoined to the dining
room behind by an archway. I could see the dining table all set
up for dinner, two places adjacent to each other so that we could
sit close and face one another.
“You still don’t drink?” she asked.
I shook my head. She walked into the dining room and off towards
the kitchen, returning a bit later with two glasses of fruit
punch.
“It does have a little alcohol in it, but not enough to worry
you.” She handed me the glass, giving me no chance to refuse it.
I sighed and took the drink from her, sipping it and finding it
surprisingly good. I couldn’t taste much alcohol in it at all.
“That’s nice!” I said looking up at her.
She smiled and sat down next to me. The wonderful smell of
roasting meat was wafting into the room as we talked. She was
telling me how she got into producing films so young.
“I was introduced to a woman who was a film producer at one of my
co-worker’s parties. She was looking for investors and I found
what she had to say quite interesting. She liked my attitude and
decided to bring me in as a co-producer. The film went bust at
the box office, but did really well in video sales. She went on
to produce another three films with me before she went off to do
a project that she had wanted to do since she was a little girl
and I went on to produce two films that went straight to the top.
One of them won three Academy Awards and the other was a box
office hit, massing over $100,000,000 at the US box office
alone.”
I was impressed and told her so.
“You’ve been tremendously lucky, but none of it would have been
possible without that incredible brain you have. I always knew
you’d amount to something special, I just had no idea it would
take you in this direction.” I said.
I felt my heart surging with pride that ’my’ little girl had done
so well. She took my hand in hers and lifted it to her mouth,
kissing it.
“If I never met you I would not be here.” There was a moisture in
her eyes.
“Nonsense! I tried to help as much as I could, but it was all
there long before I arrived on the scene.” I told her.
“I won’t argue with you, but without you I’d probably still be
getting below average marks in school and ended up as someone’s
PA or worse, a shop assistant.”
I was going to say something, but she placed her hand over my
mouth.
“Don’t spoil it.” She said and I managed a nod before she removed
her hand again. We sat there looking at each other for a long
time and then she got up.
“I’d better check on our dinner.”

We sat at the table eating about an hour later and I was on my
third fruit punch. She made sure I was "well hydrated" as she put
it. I was starting to feel the effects of the alcohol though.
The slices of roast beef, lightly steamed vegetables and crispy
roast potatoes adorned my plate. I had cut into the tender beef
and found it succulent, tender and quite delicious.
"That is so good. Even your mother couldn't do better." I told
her after another mouthful.
She beamed with pleasure and I felt her knee touch mine.
"Thank you. That is praise indeed." she said, taking another
fork-full herself. "Do you cook for yourself or do you eat
ready-meals?"
"Oh I cook, not very well but enough that I don't poison myself."
She laughed hard and nearly knocked her glass of drink over,
quickly righting the glass and then continuing to laugh for a
while longer.
“Silly Stevie!” she exclaimed and smacked the back of my hand.
I gave her a mock scowl and she laughed again. We spent the rest
of the meal teasing and playing with each other. I helped her
clear the table, placing the wares in her dishwasher and then
retiring back to the living room.
By now she had produced another fruit punch and I swore that I
could taste the alcohol now.
“What are you planning to do tomorrow?” was her next question as
we settled down in the sofa again. It would be Saturday and I
usually shopped a little and then just bummed around in the
garden.
“Nothing really, why do you ask?” I was hoping she wanted me to
stay with her for the day.
“Why don’t you sleep over and spend the weekend with me?”
I wanted to jump for joy and I wasn’t very good at hiding how I
felt either. Her face said she knew my answer. She leaned in to
kiss me and it lasted a way too long, but I found that I didn’t
pull away from her either. She leaned back and had a small
triumphant smile on her lovely face.
“Where will I sleep? You have spare rooms I take it?” I asked, my
words slurring a bit.
“Don’t worry about that, I know exactly where you’re sleeping
tonight!” she told me.
She took my empty glass and went into the kitchen again,
returning with a full glass and pushing it into my hand again. I
drank some of it and there was a much stronger taste of alcohol
in it than before.
“Are you trying to get me drunk?” I slurred.
I still knew what was happening around me but I started to care
less and less about something that was bothering me and only
wanted to be with this beautiful woman who seemed to be
interested in only me alone.
“Yes!” she said and I laughed my head off.
“You’re a naughty girl! I should spank you for being naughty like
I used to when you were little.” I said, I found that so amusing.
“If I give you a nice kiss, will you forgive me?” she asked.
“Of course I will. I forgive you now!” I slurred.
She rose up and climbed into my lap as she had when she was a
girl, clasping my head in her strong hands. I found her eyes so
hypnotic, so deep and so blue. She leaned forward and I closed my
eyes as I felt her full, soft lips press gently against mine. She
pulled back and I sighed.
“Would you like another?” she asked softly.
“Uh huh.” I murmured and she kissed me again, longer.
She began to peck lightly at my lips, sucking gently on my bottom
lip and then the top. Slowly her kisses became urgent, hungry.
Her tongue pushing its way into my mouth. I moaned as she pulled
away.
“That’s right, moan for me Stevie!” she whispered, “I've waited a
very long time for this!”
And then kissed me hard again.
“We can’t do this!” I gasped when she pulled away from me.
“Shhh!” she hushed and kissed me again.
I pulled back, suddenly feeling very sober.
“Colle…”
She shut me up with another long, passionate kiss until all I
could do was sit there gasping.
My hands had found her hips and I could feel them rocking gently,
rubbing the erection that I now found unable to hide. I moaned
again and she chuckled with delight.
“That’s it, just relax and let me in!” she whispered, giving me
another long, deep kiss.
I was in a daze as she pulled me up from the sofa and led me
upstairs. When she pushed open the bedroom door I knew what room
she had planned for me to sleep in.
It was hers.
I resisted just a little as she undressed me and pushed me back
into her bed. I lay there naked, watching her reveal her
incredible form as she stripped off her clothes, slowly teasing
me until she dropped the last item to the floor and climbed onto
the bed with me. She kissed me again, deeply and then started to
kiss me all over my neck, chest and worked her way down my belly
until I felt her lips caressing my cock. I moaned aloud again and
she work on me with her lips until I began to shudder. She pulled
away and stroked my stomach with her hands.
“I’ve wanted you since I was a girl.” She climbed up onto me and
I felt her grasp my erection in her strong hand and angle it up.
I gasped again as I surged up into her. She moaned and I could
feel her gripping me tightly, wetly as she slowly eased herself
down onto my body. Our bellies touched as she lay down on top of
me and slowly began to rock her hips.
"Is that nice? Is it nice Stevie?" she coaxed as she squeezed me
inside her.
"Yes! Oh yes!" I gasped.
My own hips were moving up to meet hers on its own.
“I saved myself for you Darling! I kept myself only for you!”
“Oh God!” I moaned.
She sighed in satisfaction and kissed me again.
She kept me there, under her for the rest of the night.















Chapter 5


I woke with the sun in my eyes and a warm, naked body clutching
me, my head rested on her shoulder. It took a moment for things
to clear up, but I suddenly realise where I was and what I had
done. I tried to get up and she pulled me back down onto her
shoulder. I watched her perfect breasts as they curved up from
her smooth chest.
"Where do you think you're going?” she asked me.
“Look, this is a mistake.” I said, again trying to move away from
her and once again, she pulled me back against her.
“It's far too late for that now Stevie.” She said, pulling my arm
over her stomach, “This is where you belong now, where I've
always wanted you, in my bed and by my side."
I closed my eyes, too weak to resist her. Guilt tore at me,
feelings I had tried to repress for so long had come to the
surface suddenly and now I had committed the final act.
"I'm a terrible parent for letting this happen." I said,
surrendering to the fact that I had indeed made love to my
ex-stepdaughter.
"Nonsense! You were a wonderful parent, but you're not my father
and I'm not a teenage girl any more. I'm a grown woman and I
decide who I want in my bed and my life." she said.
Her hand was slowly caressing my arm.
"I know you would never have touched me when I was a teen, I knew
I had to wait for you. And I have, I waited for a very long
time."
She turned her head to look at me.
"I've always known how you felt about me." she said.
I shook my head in denial.
"What are you talking about? I cared for you, yes. You were like
a daughter to me." I said.
"Oh Stevie, I saw how you looked at me, I knew how you really
felt for me. It was in your eyes, the love and adoration you held
for me, I could always see it when you looked at me. I knew you
loved me. It was just a matter of time before we would have been
together."
"No, no, no, no, no! I've always treated you like my own!" I
responded angrily, pulling free of her, getting up and sitting
with my back to her.
I couldn’t look at her, could listen to the evil things she was
telling me.
"Don’t be silly! I was more of a woman than many older adults I
knew. It was because of all the things that had happened to me.
But I always knew that I would come after you sooner or later,
because I wanted you too."
What she was saying was impossible. I couldn't have had those
feeling for her then, could I? She was only fourteen for heaven's
sake. I felt her breasts pressing against my back as she wrapped
her arms around me, kissing the back of my neck and trailing up
towards my ear. I shuddered and felt myself becoming erect again.
"I have waited a long time to find you, to make you mine. Do you
think I'll just give up without a fight?" Her voice broke and I
felt my heart breaking.
How could she be right? How could she have even guessed how I
felt about her. Was she right? Was I was in love with her all
those years ago? I had felt something different on the day she
won her last races and I hugged her on the podium. The very same
day that blonde woman had pulled me into the broken toilets
behind the stands and fellated me against the wall.
"Collette, I…"
I felt her hands touching me again, caressing me to full
stiffness.
"Come here. I'm not finished with you yet!" she said.
She pulled me on top of her, feeding me into her warm, slippery
tightness again with a satisfied gasp of pleasure. She looked up
into my eyes with a smile that said everything she was feeling.
“This is where you belong now. With me, always with me!” she said
softly.
Collette seemed to be making up for lost time. She kept me hot
throughout the day, even making me take her again in the garden
in the afternoon sunshine. Then it was my turn to pleasure her. I
gently licked her, caressing her flesh with my tongue, making her
writhe under me. She gasped when I found her centre and sucked it
between my lips. Her fingers dug into my head, pushing my face
harder into her crotch and then she screamed, completely letting
go until she flopped back onto the bed weakly. I climbed back
onto her, kissing her and letting her taste herself. She gazed
lovingly up at me with those huge blue pools, glistening with
tears of joy as she pulled me into her again.
“I knew it would be like this!” she smiled and then her hips were
moving again.
Later, we drove into Oxford during the late afternoon and I
finally got to see the spires of the college. I had never been
there before, it was amazing. We parked and walked around for
hours.
Back at home she made a few phone calls as I sat on the floor
between her legs. She stroked my head as she spoke, and I felt so
relaxed. It was like I belonged with her all along, just as she
had said.

I went to work on Monday with a skip in my step. I had not felt
this happy in many years. I still felt like I had done something
wrong, but Collette had explained to me that she was an
independent and very wealthy woman. She had no such qualms and
she had no intention of letting me go. I was starting to come
around to her way of thinking.
During the next few weeks we met up almost every day and she
wanted sex. I just wanted the closeness. She started to slow down
and we ended up just lying in bed together, kissing and just
holding each other, her urgent need finally fading. She realised
that I was not going anywhere.
She bought a new place in Woodford after consulting me. She
wanted a nice, small place not too far away from where I was. I
told her that it was an easy commute around the A406 North
Circular and then West on the A13 until the second exit. She took
me with her to view the house. It was a fairly large place, as
big as her Oxford home in size though the garden was not as big.
I found that I liked it and saw that she was watching me and
smiling.
“How much?” she asked turning to the estate agent who was showing
us around.
“£475,000.” the smiling black woman said, “I’m sure they’ll
accept anything over £450,000.”
“Can you call them now?” she asked the woman.
She nodded and pulled out her phone, pressed ‘re-dial’ and
waited. She became animated when the voice crackled over the
line.
“Hi, it’s me, Elizabeth. I have a client here who would like to
make an offer.” She waited as the crackling voice spoke for a
moment and then handed the phone to Collette.
“I’ll give you a firm commitment for £470,000, in cash! Deal?”
There was pandemonium on the other end of the line and the estate
agent, Elizabeth, practically went white.
“Oh my gracious!” she exclaimed, fanning herself with the docket
in her hand.
“I can get that to you as soon as I call my bank. But that is the
final offer. If you raise the price the deal is off.” There was a
no-nonsense attitude about her that I had heard when she was
discussing our relationship. She was accustomed to hard
negotiating.
I saw her nodding.
“Yes, that’s right! Well, I think we have a deal. I will get my
lawyers to call you. I’ll hand you back to Elizabeth.” She said
and handed the phone to the stupidly grinning woman.
As she talked with the seller, Collette turned to me and placed
an arm around my shoulder.
“You’ll help me with the re-decorating, won’t you?”
I nodded and she kissed me on the cheek.
“God, I love you!” she sighed.
Over the next month the sale went off in record time. We emptied
the house and I found myself painting rooms in an old t-shirt and
jeans. There were times when we behaved silly and ended up
painting each other, running around a dabbing the other with the
paintbrush. We made a hell of a mess and had to spend hours
cleaning it all up.
Finally the work got done and we stood back to admire our work.
“I have to admit, I didn’t think that I could do such a good
job!” I said proudly.
“What do you mean YOU did a good job?” she laughed and punched me
hard on my arm.
It hurt. I had forgotten how hard she used to hit.

She now stayed at the Woodford home much more often than the
Oxfordshire place, though we still spent some time up there. The
house was decorated in a mixture of white and brown wood. It
looked like a picture out of a 'Better Homes' magazine. There was
a huge, thick, sheep-shin rug in the middle of the floor where we
often lay naked together, either watching movies on the 60 inch
plasma screen or making love.
Collette was an imaginative and sexy girl, coming up with new
ways to excite me all the time. Once we watched 'The Lover'
starring Jane Marsh. We copied the antics of the actors on the
screen and nearly fell about laughing.
"I want you to move in with me." she told me as we lay in the
thick fur. We had just made love and were laying down on our
stomachs, naked and watching the news.
"Collette, I don't know if I'm ready for that." I said.
"You still having memories of you and Mum?" she asked.
I nodded. It was still hard for me to commit after that.
"I'm not my mother. A blowjob isn't going to end our
relationship. You forget I've had worse things done to me." she
told me.
I remembered what her mother had told me about her stepfather and
I shuddered.
"Give it a chance. We'll take one day at a time." she fingered my
bum and I let out a girlish squeal, jumping up and running off.
She jumped up and ran after me, laughing and swatting my bare
bottom with her hand.

I moved into the house the very next week once I checked my route
into work. Collette had to go off after that on a business
meeting with some investors. She had to travel to California and
wanted me to go with her. I didn't really have enough time to
book time off from work, it was such short notice. She was
disappointed but promised to get back as soon as she was done.
It only took two weeks for her to finish and return home and we
spent the entire day in bed. Afterwards, she told me about her
discussions and the movie project that she was producing.
"Why don't you invest?" she said, "Even if the movie doesn't do
well, the returns are still much better than you'd expect."
"How much would I have to invest? Those things usually cost
millions. I don't have millions to invest." I told her.
"You'd be surprised how a few thousand can grow." she said.
Eventually she convinced me to invest £70,000 of my saving into
her latest deal. She reckoned that I would get returns of close
to five times what I invested, even if the movie didn't do so
well. I trusted her judgement and felt that it was a worthwhile
investment, she had been doing this for a while, successfully.
“Look, even if it doesn't do so well I will make sure you get all
of your money back!” she told me, reassuring me, “I won't let
anything happen to my man's hard earned cash!”
I found my days long unless I spoke to her. Sometimes, when she
was in London, she would come to my office with lunch. We would
sit together at my desk and eat, then she would lock the door and
we would have a ‘quickie’ against the wall.
Our relationship was a strange and wonderful one. I seemed to
know what she was thinking and she knew my mind as well. It was
as if we had been made for each other from the very start.
Before I knew what was happening two years had gone. Collette’s
$32M, low budget movie project had gone out and blew away the box
office, amassing over $350M at the US box office alone and was
even called a masterpiece by many critics. The director was over
the moon and Collette was very pleased. She called me from New
York and blabbed excitedly about how well the movie did and how
eager she was to get back to me.
It turned out that my £70K investment brought me in excess of
£1,000,000. I was in a daze. I hugged her and we fell into the
sofa. It was her biggest return yet and she was determined not to
let it go to her head, she knew how fickle Hollywood could be.
“I hope you’re not going to buy a slew of cars now Darling?” she
joked.
“Not a chance!” I told her, “I’m going to take half of this and
invest it. I’ll think of something to do with the rest, but it
will have nothing to do with cars. Though I could buy a nice
little whizzi-bang to run around in.”
I had never been a very silly person with money. Even though my
head was doing somersaults at the moment, I knew that I would
calm down soon enough, but I just wanted to enjoy the moment and
Collette let me. It’s not every day that you become a
millionaire.



Chapter 6


I was standing in the front garden, watering Collette's roses
when Hazel stormed in. She was absolutely furious.
"Inside! Now!" she said with cold fury in her voice.
I knew where this was heading.
She kept her cool until we were in the living room before she
unleashed her fury on me.
“How dare you! You fucking bastard!” She slapped me hard across
the face before I could move.
It was déjà vu. She pounded furiously against my chest with her
fists.
“I hate you, I hate you….” She cried and then burst into tears,
falling to the ground at my feet.
I knew better than to touch her now. I waited for her to settle
down and then lifted her into a chair. She batted my hands away.
“How could you?” she cried, “She’s was your stepdaughter for
Christsake!”
“I didn’t start this.” I told her calmly, “Collette came after
me.”
“Right! And I should believe that?” she spat.
“Because it’s true! She invited me over to her house and got me
drunk and before I knew what had happened I was in bed with her.”
I tried desperately for her to understand.
“And you just let her do it!” she sneered.
“I was drunk!!” I shouted, getting frustrated. “I was out of my
head. I didn’t know what I was doing.”
“And I suppose you never touched her while we were married?”
“Don’t go there!” I snarled, getting really angry and pointing my
shaking finger into her face, “I never laid a hand on her back
then. I’m not like that!”
“Well you certainly didn’t have any trouble fucking her all this
time.” she snapped and I cringed at her use of the vernacular,
“How long has this been going on? A year? Two?”
“Two years. She came to me after the party and it kind of
happened after that.” I said in a tired voice.
“I’m finding it difficult to believe you didn’t have feelings for
her when we were married.” She was still pushing.
“I didn’t have any of ‘Those’ kind of feelings if that’s what
you’re asking, OK?” I said in frustration, “Look, I’ve had this
conversation with her already.”
“What conversation?” came Collette’s voice. We both turned
towards the door and she was standing there on one leg, removing
her shoe, “What conversation are you talking about?”
From the look on her face I could tell that she knew what was
happening. Her mother seemed unable to read her at all.
“How long have you and your stepfather been ‘sleeping’ together?”
she asked in a tone that said she wouldn’t believe the truth
anyway.
“Two years. I tricked him into my bed and kept him there ever
since. Anything else ‘Mother’? Would you like to know what
positions we used, how good a lover he is? You should know that,
after all, you were married to him. Weren’t you ‘Mother’?”
Sarcasm dripped off her voice like melted butter.
“Don’t you take that tone with me young lady…” Hazel started.
“Or else what? You’ll ‘sic’ your hubby after me. Well guess what,
‘Mother’, I’m my own woman now, not that lonely teenager you let
that beast at. If he ever tries to touch me again I will kill
him.” she said viciously.
“You’re sleeping with your stepfather!!” Hazel screamed.
“He’s not my stepfather any more. Not since you chased him away,
accusing him of being unfaithful. But it wasn’t him who was
unfaithful was it, ‘Mother’.” Collette sneered.
“Shut up!!” Hazel shouted, straightening up in the chair. I
looked from one woman to the next. What was she taking about?
“What Stevie didn’t know was that you were already having an
affair with your boss, weren’t you?”
“Shut UP!!” Hazel said again, her eyes blazing as she nervously
glanced over at me. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest.
“What? Did you think I didn’t hear you when Steven was working
overnight at the office and you had your lover around? Or when
you worked late at the office and you talked over the phone
later, telling him what a “wonderful lover” he was?”
“I SAID SHUT UP!!” and she hurled herself at the girl. I was
about to grab her, but Collette easily slapped her aside and
stepped away. Hazel lay on the floor crying as Collette stood
over her.
I was still in shock. Hazel was cheating on me all that time? I
could hardly believe it but always knew that it was the case.
“Did you tell Maureen’s Charmers’ mother how to get at Steve
after you had denied him any sex for nearly a week? How easy it
would be to get him excited and then do the act? I had a nice
long conversation with Maureen that day. She told me that you two
had talked at great length just that morning. You were in
Edinburgh when you phoned and I saw the phone bill on your mobile
after he moved out. If he wasn’t so angry I would have been able
to tell him.” She looked over at me with sad eyes.
So that was why she kept trying to talk to me. I wouldn’t listen,
she was right, I was very angry.
Collette came to me and stroked my cheek.
“I would do anything for you, even back then. I wanted to come
away with you, but I knew that I couldn’t.” She breathed a huge
sigh, as if finally getting a weight off her chest, and she had.
“Oh!” she said turning back to her mother, “Before I forget. If
you had been a better mother, one who actually paid some
attention to me, then I doubt my first stepfather would have had
a chance to molest me. Everything that’s brought us to this point
was because of you. Only one thing I don’t regret was when Steve
came into our lives. Now he belongs to me. Accept it, it’s how
it’s going to be from now on.”
I would have picked Hazel up myself and thrown her out, but I
didn’t want to touch her. I felt no hatred towards her though,
just emptiness.
"Don't come back her unless you intend to treat my man and me
with respect." she said as she helped her mother to her feet.
"And by the way, Steve is a far better lover than that brute you
married, but to each his own."
Hazel stared at her daughter in horror, only now understanding
what she had been trying to tell her all along. I myself had just
caught the inference. I clamped my mouth shut and watched as the
two women went out into the hall. I sat in the chair recently
vacated by my ex-wife, mulling over what had taken place here.
The revelations had just kept coming, I was still reeling from
the onslaught.
"Hi Baby!"
I looked up and Collette was smiling at me. She came over to me,
climbing into my lap facing me and started to kiss me
passionately. Under different circumstances I would have pushed
her away while I got my head around all that had happened, but
her very presence soothed me.
"It's OK, Baby. The bad woman is gone now." she joked and I
couldn't keep the chuckle from coming out. "I didn't want you to
know about all that stuff. I much preferred you kept your
memories of Mum the way they were. She forced my hand, I couldn't
let her accuse you of things you never were capable of, things
her other husbands did."
I held onto her for dear life, afraid that she would turn into a
pumpkin or just vanish into a puff of smoke.
"Don't leave me!" I begged.
"Never!" she answered.
We clung to each other like that until the place got dark.

Hazel didn't come back to the house until after Christopher Allen
Hinds was born. She tried not to look at me as she cradled her
grandson in her arms.
"He's so beautiful!" she said.
Was that regret in her eyes?
I had left my job now. Instead I acted as my wife's assistant and
went with her to all of her meetings and money-raising ventures.
She still produced up until late in her pregnancy.
We had married when she discovered that she was pregnant. Her
mother had come to the small reception but her stepfather was
banned. Hazel still remained with the man even though she knew
what he had done to her daughter.
We moved back out to the Oxford house too. Collette wanted
somewhere less busy to bring up our son. She was already planning
for "when our daughter is born". I shook my head.
"Oh no, that's it. No more thank you!" I said.
"It's not like you have a choice, Mr Hinds." she said.
"We'll see about that, Mrs Hinds!" I told her.

End


  
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