WARNING: This is a fantasy story containing graphic sexual
contact between an adult male and an under age girl. Romany does
not condone nor support the sexual abuse of children. Romany
acknowledges the rights of freedom of speech and freedom of
opinions. If you are not eighteen years of age or over, LEAVE
NOW!

All names are purely fictional and any similarity to any person
living or dead is coincidental.


A Dangerous Infatuation 6: Poppy�s Mom

By Romany

(M/F, M/g)

PROLOGUE

Stephen Slade has been having an illicit affair with his
neighbor�s daughter Poppy. Stephen is sixty-three and Poppy is
thirteen. Poppy visits him on Saturdays, as she is at boarding
school Monday to Friday. Poppy comes through a concealed gate in
the fence between their two properties when her parents are in
the city and she is being looked after by their housekeeper; who
is not aware Poppy leaves the property. On her last visit, Poppy
brought Stephen bad news. Her parents are to be divorced. To save
money, Poppy must leave the private school she attends and return
to the family home seven days a week. And Poppy�s mom has decided
to quit work and stay home to look after her daughter. This means
that the times that Poppy and Stephen could have together will
evaporate through the increased presence of her mom. It looks
like Stephen�s sexual odyssey with his young nymph has reached an
end.


POPPY�S MOM

Poppy�s visits stopped cold once Terri Wilson stopped work and
Stephen saw Poppy being taken to and from her new school most
days; Terri driving the young girl there and back. Sometimes
Stephen passed them in the street but there was zero
acknowledgment of his existence from Terri. He was treated as
just another motorist driving by. Poppy stared straight ahead as
she and Stephen had agreed she would, should they ever see each
other outside of his yard. Pretend she did not know him.
Therefore it came as some surprise to him when he answered the
door late one Saturday morning in early in November, and standing
on his doorstep was Terri and Poppy. It was a cold day and both
were wearing warm coats and beanies. Poppy was holding a large
folder in a plastic bag. Stephen felt a pang of concern at seeing
his young lover standing there with her mother. He was worried
that somehow the mother may have some inkling of what had gone
between Poppy and him. But he soon realized this was somewhat of
a social visit.

�Good morning Stephen. How are you this morning?� Terri asked
brightly�

Stephen looked from one to the other.

�Mrs. Wilson. Terri�how are you? And, Poppy isn�t it�?� he
answered pretending to be vague about what the little girl�s name
was.

�That�s right. This is Penelope�or Poppy as we call her,� Terri
beamed at him.

He was somewhat amused at the familiarity with which she greeted
him given how seldom they had communicated during the time they
had lived next door.

�Terri�Poppy, what can I do for you this cold morning?� he
answered warmly. �Oh, forgive me. Come in out of the cold.�

The two stepped passed him and he closed the door behind them.

Poppy deliberately avoided looking at him by staring at the floor
somewhere out in front of her and Terri stood and looked around
the room. He could tell the decor and ambiance of the room had
taken her by surprise.

�What a fabulous room,� Terri gushed.

She wandered away from Poppy and Stephen, to view the entrance
hall from a different angle. She stopped and peered into the main
living room and drifted through the door. Stephen stood and
looked at Poppy. As soon as the young teen knew her mother was
out of sight, she quickly looked up at him and smiled warmly. �I
miss you� she mouthed at him. He mouthed the words back.

"So Poppy, what have you got there?� he said raising his voice so
her mother would hear.

�My school is selling Christmas decorations as a fund raising
project,� she answered equally loudly to alert her mother to the
discussion. �I�m showing the brochure of the decorations and
hoping to take orders so they can be delivered by December
first,� she explained.

Stephen had a closet full of decorations and a garage full of
lights. He hadn�t bothered with either since his wife Jessie had
died of cancer four years earlier. He usually spent Christmas
with his sons and their families anyway. Each year he would visit
one for Thanksgiving and the other for Christmas, alternating
with each, every other year. But this visit was a stroke of luck
and he was willing to buy heaps just to have this contact. He
immediately hatched a plan to ensure he could get further contact
with his young lover. He may miss the sex but even time in her
company without sex was preferable to no contact at all. And he
felt that to forge a relationship with Poppy and Terri was a
plus, long term.

�Well take your coat off and let�s have a look,� he said.

Poppy was wearing an expensive long black leather coat with a
dark navy blue beanie. As she opened the coat he held his breath
as she revealed a tight ribbed cream cashmere sweater and tight
crotched Levis with a light flare at the cuffs. A matching scarf
to her beanie hung inside the lapels of the coat.  He could see
she had continued to develop and she now had pronounced breasts
pushing against the tight high neck sweater. Not large but
clearly she was well past puberty and she had definitely filled
out in the short time since he had seen her up close. He walked
across to the drawing room and pulled two chairs from the table
and motioned her to sit down. She smirked at him and looked back
out into the large entrance hall and rolled her eyes as if to
show exasperation at her absent mother. Stephen grinned and blew
a small kiss at her. She giggled under her breath and then opened
the bag and removed a hard covered 3-ring binder and spread it
before him on the table. They started to thumb through and he saw
there were pages of baubles and hangings and lights for Christmas
trees. Spangled hangings and various shapes of decorations to
hang around the walls and ceiling. There was one section devoted
to the inflatable figures often seen in gardens around Christmas.
Reindeer, Santa figures, and elves. Some were large items and
some more petite examples. And a few pages of the ubiquitous
lights that hang around the roof and gables of the house.  As
they were pretending to look through the catalog, all the while
straining to touch each other in an accidental yet desired
fashion, they heard Terri coming into the lounge.

�What a fabulous, fabulous house,� she gushed. �I had no idea it
was anything like this.�

Stephen looked up and grinned at her.

�It�s not bad," he said knowing it was a massive understatement.
�My dear Jessie put the last years of her life into making it
this way. It�s not that she didn�t have the raw design to work on
but I confess she did it proud.�

�She did it herself,� Terri asked incredulously.

�She did the basic drafts herself. Then she got a professional in
to do the implementation,� he explained.

�Who was it?� she asked inquisitively.

�Helms and Schmeickle,� he answered.

�H and S. They are top flight. I wouldn�t have picked it though.
This is not representative of their work,� she added.

He nodded his understanding of her expertise in assessing the
firm who completed the house interior.

�Of course. You are an interior design consultant,� Stephen said
quickly as if he had just recalled her profession.

In reality he was playing dumb to allow her the opportunity to
big note from a professional viewpoint of the work that was done
to the house.

�Would you mind if I looked upstairs?� she asked tentatively.
�I�d like to put the whole work in context. Out of professional
admiration, of course,� she added quickly.

�Be my guest Terri,� he chuckled.

With that she gave a little girl squeal, patted her hands
together lightly in mock applause and headed off out towards the
stairs. He looked at Poppy and grinned. She rolled her eyeballs
in a derisive way and grimaced at her mother�s adolescent
behavior. As soon as Terri vanished from the room, heading
upstairs, Poppy suddenly leaned across and kissed him full on the
lips. His instinct was to simply swamp her with pent up passion
born of too long without his nymph�s touch. But the presence in
the house of her mother saw him ease her back quickly and he saw
the pang of disappointment on her pretty face.

�Careful sweetie,� he whispered in a hushed tone. �We�ve come too
far to slip up now. Patience. This is working out much better
than I hoped,� and he glanced furtively behind him towards the
door to the main entrance hall.

She frowned as if to ask the question �how?�

He leaned forwards and she leaned into hear what he had to say.

�This is perfect. I need a relationship with your mom to show how
trustworthy I can be with you. She�s left us here without
question,� he explained. �It�s high time we became proper
neighbors and who knows when a solo mom might want her daughter
looked after so she can have some semblance of social life.
Particularly with a nice pool outside for you to use in the
summer,� he continued.

The young girl mouthed a silent �oh� and beamed at the plan.

Stephen looked back furtively at the doorway and continued.

�Now this is how we start out. You said you could bring me
samples of the lights and inside hanging decorations. Well you
can do just that but in a way that you can return here on your
own to show and tell about the products,� he said quickly. �We
just need to make sure your mom doesn�t see the need to return
with you. That way we can establish the contact without her
needing to be here. I�m sure she�ll go along with it.�

She grinned and nodded. Then her face clouded over.

�But that�s only a one off,� she said quietly.

�Small beginnings my sweet, small beginnings,� he said sagely.

He stood and walked to the door and listened. He could faintly
hear Terri upstairs. He tiptoed back to Poppy�s side and held his
hands out and she stood quickly and they allowed themselves the
pleasure of a stolen embrace; he crushing her small body to him.
He couldn�t resist it; he pushed his hardening cock into her and
she felt it and moaned and turned her face up for the inevitable
kiss. As they stood kissing he ran a hand deliberately over her
pert young breasts straining against her ribbed sweater. She
reciprocated the touching by zeroing in on his erection and
grasped it through his trousers. He couldn�t resist copping a
feel of her warm tight young mound in her jeans and she stiffened
and pushed herself against his hand. They were dangerously close
to all-out groping until Stephen finally broke them apart and
guided her back to her chair. He arranged his cock in his under
shorts to stop it tenting in his trousers and the little minx
giggled audibly and whispered �he loves me�. He nodded agreement
with a grin. Terri returned a good ten minutes later. They were
still pretending to pour over the brochure and both looked up as
she came into the room.

�Stephen this is a magnificent house. It truly is�� she
complimented him.

�But?� he grinned up at her in a kindly way; realizing from her
tone she was inferring it wasn�t quite perfect.

�The guest rooms and the study could do with a makeover,� she
said bluntly.

He raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Really?� he asked somewhat surprised at her comments. �I feel
they are what they are,� he said defensively.

She looked stricken believing she had offended him. She reached
and took one of his arms gently in her hand; almost as an
apology.

�Oh no, no, no. Please don�t get me wrong,� she started hastily.
�No it�s not that they are not to the furnishing standard of the
other parts of the house, but more they are not in character with
the master bedroom. That is the key to the whole d�cor of the
rooms upstairs,� she added quickly.

Actually she was right. Jessie had run out of energy when she had
completed the master bedroom. She and Stephen didn�t know she
already had secondary cancer symptoms at that stage. And the
smallest of the three guest rooms was the neatest so she worked
backwards from that just for conformity sake. She allowed the
contractors free license to simply replicate the best example and
that�s how it turned out.

�Maybe we can work out a deal then,� he said thoughtfully.
�Perhaps you could advise me on what to do. Maybe even oversee
it,� he said looking at her. �I�d pay you of course�seeing you
are a professional decorator.�

He really couldn�t care less about the rooms. They were fine for
him. But he was keen to string the mother along in his quest for
her daughter again.

She beamed expectantly at him.

�OK. Right then�that sounds like a plan. Let me think about it
and we can discuss what can be done,� she said nodding her head
in acknowledgment of his interest in her professional services.

She looked at Poppy.

�Well my precious Poppet�� she said smiling at her daughter.

Poppy grimaced at the word Poppet and muttered, �Stop calling me
that name mom� in a scolding tone.

Terri ignored the girls� admonishment.

�Has Mr. Slade decided what he would like then?� she asked
expectantly.

�Sort of, but I thought I should bring some of the samples across
for him to look at,� the girl added nonchalantly, not looking at
her mother. �Maybe I could come back once we finish here,� she
added as an afterthought.

Terri looked at Stephen then back at her daughter.

�Oh, honey, remember I said we had to go into Manhattan and meet
your father,� she said almost apologetically.

Poppy scowled.

�I don�t want to go mom,� she said sullenly. �He�ll just have
that cretin he�s living with along with him and I don�t want to
be around her,� the little girl whined.

Terri looked uncomfortable.

�Come on honey. It�s bad enough your dad and I having issues
without you having issues with him as well. He is your dad and
even if you don�t like Marcia, she�s living with him now so we
have to both accept that.�

�But mom you�re just going to sign some papers and things. What
good is it for me to be there? You�ll be in and out and I�ll just
hang around the lawyer�s office and we�ll just leave again.
Anyway I hate it when you are both with me together. There�s so
much tension,� Poppy complained.

�Oh Poppy you have to deal with the situation. It won�t go away
and it�s the way it is now,� Terri chided.

Stephen followed this exchange and felt embarrassed and saddened
for the young girl; having her mother obliquely accuse her of
immaturity with her father�s new domestic arrangement. He coughed
as if to remind the two of his presence.

�You say you�re just going into sign some papers?� he asked
carefully, interrupting their exchange.

Terri looked at him.

�Yes. I have to do it today, as I can�t get there next week. And
Poppy will have to come. She hasn�t seen Grant for a week or so
anyway,� she added as justification for the girls presence.

�Mom it�s not even a proper visit anyway. The cretin will be
hovering, you�ll be hissing at them both and I just hate that,�
the little girl continued to plead her case.

�Terri, why doesn�t Poppy come here for the hour or so you are
away? She can bring the samples and we can select what I want
after viewing them. Then you come back and we can have coffee, or
lunch and maybe discuss my rooms upstairs,� he said helpfully.

Terri looked at him and she was obviously considering his
suggestion.

�Oh Stephen, I don�t know. Grant is expecting Poppy�� she tailed
off.

But he could tell she liked the suggestion of Poppy returning to
show him the sample decorations. They had come here as a fund
raising visit for Poppy�s school; that was the immediate agenda.

�Maybe we could both come back later,� she said by way of
compromise. �I really think you should come with me Poppet,� she
said turning to look at her sullen daughter.

Stephen thought Poppy was about to explode at the reuse of the
word �Poppet�. Terri recognized anger was brewing in the little
girl that Stephen had not seen but she quickly walked to the
girl�s side and bent and embraced her daughter.

�Oh I�m sorry honey. I�m so sorry I baby you. What must Mr. Slade
think of me?� she said looking up at Stephen almost
apologetically.

He was genuinely touched by the woman�s tender capitulation to
her daughter�s obvious unhappiness. He didn�t think she was
capable of this tenderness based on past meetings. Maybe the time
together for mother and daughter would be the saving of a rather
formal relationship, evident so far in the young girl�s life.

�Mr. Slade understands entirely,� Stephen said referring to
himself in the third person. �I�ve been around enough domestic
troubles in my time to understand the depth of pain in any sort
of marital breakup. But I can see the concern here so please
don�t mind me.�

�How did you hear about Grant and me?� Terri quickly turned to
him and asked suspiciously.

�Alice,� he answered simply.

�Ah yes, Alice,� Terri exclaimed ruefully. �The fine Mrs. Jessop
has been carrying tales again has she?�

�Not exactly Terri. But she just mentioned it as I believe she
knows mutual friends of yours and Grant. And on one level it is
helpful to know so I can be respectful of it, so if there is
anything I can do for you and Poppy, please don�t hesitate to
ask. But I don�t mean to pry or be nosy,� he explained.

She nodded.

�I understand. I should have said, rather than launch into this
diatribe about visits and divorce papers and things. But you�re
right Stephen. It does help on one level at least. I sometime
questions Alice�s motives but on the other hand I doubt if I
would have known how to broach the circumstances with you.�

She turned to Poppy who was playing the pathos card like a stage
diva.

�Poppy I really think you should come with me,� she said pleading
with the little girl.

Poppy had her arms hooked in the back pockets of her jeans and
she shook her head slowly and stared into her mother�s eyes. I
could see the tears. Terri pecked the little girl on the nose and
crushed her in a big hug.

�OK Poppy,� she sighed in resignation. �You win. Whatever you
want darling,� she said softly. �Whatever you want.�

Poppy stared passed her mother and grinned wickedly at me.
Brilliant acting! Terri turned to look at me.

�Stephen we will take you up on your kind offer. Poppy can bring
the decorations and order form back and we can sign you up for
the best Christmas lights in the town.�

She turned to Poppy; �I�ll go into meet your father and you can
bring the samples back to Mr. Slade,� she paraphrased the
arrangement, and smiled warmly and hugged the girl again, kissing
her hair.

Stephen stifled a chuckle as Poppy�s face broke into a smile. She
was doing a superb job of managing her mother. Terri kissed her
daughter lightly again and let her go. Poppy turned quickly to
retrieve her coat from the back of the chair where she had tossed
it and began putting it on. She had it on quickly and she started
to arrange the beanie on her head. Her mother started to fossick
in her pockets and soon came up with her own beanie; and picked
up the scarf she must have stuffed on the chair when she went
upstairs. Poppy smiled and stole a quick glance at Stephen. He
nodded slightly to Poppy as Terri had turned away to look into a
small ornamental hanging mirror on the wall, and arrange her
beanie. He moved deftly around behind Poppy to gather up the
binder and help her return it to the plastic bag she had wrapped
it in to protect it against the weather. He handed the bag to
Poppy who was standing waiting on her mother. As Stephen had
stooped down he looked sideways, as a natural action, to regard
the back of Terri. She was rather attractive, at probably early
forty-something.  She was tall and slender with shoulder length
blond hair. He could see where Poppy got her golden locks from.
He was looking at the curve of the coat down her waist and the
nice flow over her hips. She had a nice figure. He could see
denim-clad legs and black ankle boots below the coat. As he
looked at the woman�s back and then glanced up at her head he
suddenly realized she was watching him in the mirror as his eyes
roved over her rear, and their eyes met for an instant. A smile
of satisfaction that he should be regarding her in a flattering
way came to her lips and she gave him a little nod and she drew
her tongue lightly between her slightly parted lips. Stephen
blushed at having been caught clearly ogling her as if he were
undressing her with his eyes. He averted his eyes and cursed
himself that his natural embarrassed reaction had shown so
evidently at being caught peering. And what�s more he was under
no illusions she had just given him the glad eye. He turned
quickly towards Poppy to hand her the binder and he saw the girl
was standing glaring at her mother who could not see the young
girl�s expression or reflection in the mirror. �Oh God� Stephen
thought; �Poppy had seen Terri�s look to me as well. That�s all I
need. Jealousy!�

Terri and Poppy left for home and Stephen clapped his hands
together with glee. Poppy would be back presently, and with her
mother absent in Manhattan for over an hour at least, he could
indulge himself with the young nymph. He went upstairs and into
the small guest room at the end of the house nearest the
Wilson�s. He was watching out the window for Terri�s Volvo to
pull out of the drive, and for Poppy to traipse over to him with
the sample decorations. He didn�t have to wait long. Terri�s car
pulled out onto the street and he watched Terri talking to Poppy
out the window. The little girl was standing at the window with a
box in her hand, talking to her mother. Obviously agreeing to
some instruction being issued before Terri drove off. He watched
Poppy head towards his house and raced downstairs and waited. She
rang the doorbell yet he gave it thirty seconds or so before he
opened the door, so as not to appear eager if Alice Jessop was by
chance watching from her window. This had to look like a natural
visit by the little girl. One apparently sanctioned by her mother
as evidenced by the curbside farewell. He opened the door and
Poppy stood there beaming at him. She walked into the entrance
and waited until he closed the door before she dropped the
cardboard box she had been carrying and she leaped into his arms
and swung her arms around his neck. He lifted her so she wrapped
her legs around his hips and she cried �I�ve missed you s-o-o-o-o
much� as he crushed her to him.

There was no waiting. He carried her upstairs to the bedroom, and
with a laugh of triumph he dropped her onto the bed that he had
turned down in anticipation. He lay half across her while
standing on the floor beside the bed and they kissed passionately
for some minutes. They barely said a word and he started to
unbuckle the thick belt she had around the low riding jeans on
her slender hips. She lifted her hips as he pulled the jeans down
off her legs. He paused as the jeans bunched at her black boots
and he quickly pulled each boot off. She was breathing heavier
now; due to the haste, and exertion of trying to get the pants
off. He got the jeans past her ankles and he discarded them,
along with her boots, onto the floor. She was wearing a pair of
brilliant white panties with a lace panel in the front. He
mentally drooled as he saw the mound of her pubis and the
slightly rough surface of the panties as the fledgling pubic
growth pushed at the thin material. He could see the impression
made by her labia which faintly showed her slit, against the
material from within. She levered herself upright and pulled the
ribbed sweater over her head. She was wearing a matching white
brassiere that had lace trim. Terri was dressing her daughter in
expensive underwear as a sign of the girls blossoming maturity.
He approved. She reached back and unclipped the bra and discarded
it then lay back and smiled at him. She was proudly showing him
the increased size of her burgeoning breasts. They were perfect.
Just about a handful each and he lightly fondled them with his
hands. The little nipples began rising hard under his palms. The
nipples were like little thimbles with nice pink aureole about
the size of a nickel.

He kissed and nuzzled each one in turn and she groaned. He moved
one hand down and into the waistband of the panties, dipping into
her crotch and deftly speared a finger between her lips and slid
it slowly back and forth. She was moist and she groaned as his
finger slid over her clitoris. She parted her legs further and he
worked a second finger into her. Her hand that was nearest the
bed edge moved across and he felt her hand grope his crotch. He
decided the clothes he wore were a distraction so he pulled off
her, leaving her puzzled and confused, and quickly began to
strip. Soon he was standing beside her with his erect cock
jutting out hard from his body towards her. She raised herself up
off the bed and kneeling before him, took it in her hand, and
slid her mouth over it and started to suck him with slow
exquisite swirling of her tongue as she jacked him with her hand.
She slurped and groaned her satisfaction at holding his erection
in her mouth with the girth spreading her lips. She never allowed
more than the head to go in her mouth, having been repelled by
the length on occasions when he had pushed too deep and made her
gag. She learned to control him while ensuring maximum sensation
by working the head with her tongue. He reached down and stroked
and played with her breasts as she crouched before him standing
by the bed.

Her small breasts felt firm and tight and he enjoyed the firmness
and the feel of the hard little nipples that signaled her
arousal. He was getting close and he placed a hand on her head to
steady and control the build up to the inevitable. She recognized
the signal and started to work his cock with the hand as she
swirled her tongue faster and harder over his sensitive head. She
was preparing herself for the rush of semen that soon would flood
her mouth and Stephen smiled as he saw her eyes flick up to read
his face to help her anticipate the eventual ejaculation. She had
learned well. He slowly started to move his hips towards her and
she soon picked up his rhythm and they worked expertly in
practiced unison. It didn�t take long before he cried out and the
first flood of cum spewed from his cock and she breathed hard
through her nose; her hand wrapped tight around his shaft holding
him to prevent his pushing deep in uncontrolled passion. He
emptied himself into her mouth as she gulped every drop down her
throat, with the head lodged inside her lips. He gasped and
struggled to regulate his breathing and looked down as she
swirled her tongue around the head of the cock. She looked up at
him with a smile on her lips. She was enjoying the power she held
over him. He ran a hand through the beautiful fine hair and urged
her to stand and then eased her back onto the bed and pushed her
legs apart and zeroed in on her pink, slightly-parted labia. He
slid his tongue between her sex lips and she let out an
involuntary gasp at the shock of the tongue gliding up the slit
and pressing at the clitoris. She moaned and her hands came down
to his head and she steadied it, directing it with gentle
pressure by her hands.

He slid a finger into her and she flinched as she felt the
intrusion. She moaned as he insinuated a second finger into her,
stretching the tightness of the dewy opening. Stephen slowly
tongued her and gradually worked his fingers further into her
until the webbing of the fingers was hard up against her with his
remaining fingers bent flat against her body as he strained to
penetrate her as deep as he could. All the while he tongued her
as he began to slowly finger fuck her. She started to lubricate
and loosen and he was rewarded by slipping a third finger in
beside the other two. Poppy was now moaning steadily and moving
her lower hips and buttocks around the bed. Stephen tried to hold
her still but with his fingers pumping in and out of her he lost
any purchase at keeping her crotch still. He could feel how wet
she had become and he lightly stroked her anus with his pinkie;
the only finger remaining outside her vagina, along with the
thumb. He drooled in lust at contemplating the lascivious feel of
her anal walls and the made saliva run down her slit and across
his finger, onto her pucker. When he gauged he had enough spittle
on her rose he insinuated the pinkie slowly past the tight little
sphincter and it finally pushed through and buried to the second
knuckle alongside the other fingers deep in her vagina. This way
he held her almost like one would hold a bowling ball and he was
able to keep her nether regions still as he worked her
rhythmically with mouth and fingers while pressing hard against
her clitoris with his tongue.

She went ape and suddenly began convulsing in orgasm as she
bucked and squirmed, as if to repel the invading fingers, but
then jerking back at them to ensure they once more lodged deep in
her cavities. Stephen was conscious of her moaning and gasping
and he could feel her pulse strong against his pinky; with the
tight anal ring clamped tight as the contractions rushed through
her body. She was gasping and her chest heaved. He looked up and
saw she had been twirling her nipples with her fingers and her
head was pushed right back so he could see the underside of her
jaw and chin. She was in a state of sexual euphoria as she
groaned her pleasure at the hand and tongue still slowly bringing
her down. He was half crouching over her, off the bed with his
feet pushed out from the bed as he steadied himself against the
edge with the free hand which wasn�t engaged in the masturbation.
He eased himself closer over her outspread legs over the edge of
the bed and slowly dragged his frame up and in towards her. He
was careful not to allow his full weight to crush her fragile
figure. His cock was rock hard, despite the earlier ejaculation
into her welcome mouth, and he slowly stooped by bending his
knees and leaned in towards her He eased between her thighs until
his cock nudged her labia beside the fingers buried in her cunt.

Stephen deftly withdrew the fingers and she gasped at the loss of
the invading digits that had stretched her open. He looked down
at her sex gaping with a pronounced dark hole between the lips;
reddened from the stretching of the fingers. He engaged the head
of his cock and with one shove, pushed as far into her as he
could.  She yelped as he quickly buried himself so he struck her
cervix. Her hands quickly came to his shoulders and she pushed
him back as if to make him disengage an inch or two. But lust had
overtaken him and he simply fucked her as deep and as hard as he
was able to. He lost control and he was only partially aware she
was complaining at the discomfort his rutting cock was causing
her. He was spurred on when she attempted to skid up the bed to
remove some of the depth of penetration and he grabbed her legs
and threw them over his forearms and this way he held her with
his upper body pressing down, splaying her wide and he fucked
hard. Reaching under her, he slid the middle finger of one hand
into the anus again; deep to the second knuckle, and she moaned.
This was bigger and longer than the pinkie had been, and he could
feel his cock through the thin wall between rectum and vagina.
Stephen didn�t last long despite his earlier release. He came
with a cry and buried deep, his finger pushing deep into her
asshole, parallel to the stiff cock which was hard inside her
vagina. She was gasping loudly and he realized she was actually
pushing back hard. She was gasping �oh God� in a ragged voice.
And he realized his little girl had crossed over into the realm
of loving this rough sex. He obliged by slamming her with the
final few spurts as he came inside her sweet cunt, and finally
collapsed on top of her, utterly spent.

They lay like this for what seemed ages and finally she moved
under him as he was restricting her breathing with his weight. He
reared up and looked at her. She smiled weakly and he kissed her
hungrily. In truth his libido was shot for the meantime but she
was so beautiful he wanted to eat her up. The finger was still
lodged deep in her anal cavity but his cock had slipped back as
it deflated. Despite its size, she had taken him stoically as her
young vagina had been stretched in preparation by his fingers. He
felt wet and knew she must be dribbling cum out of her vagina,
now the cock was not sealing the opening with its earlier
thickness. He glanced at his watch and he was astonished to
discover nearly an hour had gone by since she had arrived back at
the house. A short pang of panic went through him as he realized
her mother may be well on her way back. Then he relaxed,
realizing the round trip would be more like two hours, not one,
given the business she had to conclude with her husband. He
straightened up and knelt between her legs, looking down at her
frail form. There was a definite wet pool on the sheet between
her legs and he saw the glistening semen at the back of her slit;
and a smear down the inside of her butt crack, just to the side
of her puckered anus. She lay watching him and he was puzzled by
the look on her face. She was regarding him almost as one regards
an interesting stranger.

�You were rough,� Poppy said quietly.

Stephen blushed in embarrassment.

�I�m sorry Poppy. So sorry,� he stammered.

He was scared she was about to reproach him further but instead
she placed her fingers over his lips.

�No�don�t be sorry. This was more real. You really wanted me,�
she whispered almost inaudibly.

He wasn�t sure if that�s what his behavior truly represented. It
was pure carnal lust with little regard for her feelings or
comfort. He had shagged her, as the English say in the
vernacular.

�It was exciting. I came again. Did you feel me cum again?� she
said almost in amazement at what she had experienced.

�Yes. Yes I did my love,� he said.

He was relieved at her acceptance of his undue roughness. There
was definitely another sexual boundary to explore with this young
girl. He eased off the bed and walked into the bathroom and stood
in front of the bowl and a strong stream of amber piss flowed
into the clear water, turning it golden in color. She had joined
him and she stood beside him and her hand came down and held the
cock. She steered it with her hand, tracing patterns with the
stream of urine as it hit the water in the bowl. He watched her
fascination at his taking a piss. Eventually the stream dried up
and only a few drops remained on the eye of the cock head. To his
astonishment she bowed her head and laved his cock head with her
mouth. She had no fear of the fact he recently had urine on it.
She grinned and then nudged him aside. He stepped back as she
dropped the toilet seat and promptly plopped down on it. To his
astonishment she reached under her thighs and lifting her legs up
and apart, she leaned back against the tank and looked at him
with a grin as she in turn began to empty her bladder. He had
never seen a woman piss up close. Oh sure he had been close when
Jessie relieved herself but it was always in a demure, legs
closed position. And of course he had seen a few pissing clips on
porn sites. But this was the first time of seeing the stream
coming from the outward nubbin of the female urethra and he was
fascinated as she leaned back and looked down her body watching
the piss hit the underside of the inside of the bowl. He was half
aroused by the sight. Surprised it had in fact stirred a
response. But he was physically incapable of anything more than a
warm half hard response which he quickly concealed by walking to
the basin and turned on the faucet.

She finished her piss and they stood side by side and passed a
soft wash cloth between each other and carried out basic
ablutions. Since the first time he had had sex with her, he had
encouraged her to sponge herself clean after relieving her
bladder. Jessie always did and said it was to clean her urinary
tract so as to avoid urinary infections. He never really
understood the physiological reasons but he had always thought it
was sound advice. And particularly since he had invaded Poppy�s
anus with his fingers and then had touched her sex he wanted her
to clean herself with the warm soapy water absorbed by the cloth.
To make sure there was no contamination of her tender vagina with
the traces of feces on his fingers. They returned to the bedroom
and dressed. There was no more time for another bout of sex as
Terri would be well on her way back by now. It was far too risky.
They actually did go through the samples of Christmas decorations
and he selected a generous value of the goodies he knew he would
never use.

GOOD NEIGHBORS

Terri eventually arrived around 3:30pm. She was flushed and
breathless, having rushed over to Stephen�s house after parking
her car in the garage. She fluffed and flustered and
congratulated him on a �splendid choice� when Poppy triumphantly
showed her the range of decorations and lights he had selected.

�The agreement is she helps me hang them,� he chuckled.

�But of course Stephen. Poppy would only be too happy to help,�
Terri gushed.

Poppy grinned. She and Stephen both knew that their plan for
Terri�s approval of contact between them was going well. Terri
and Poppy left just after 4:00pm. They waved goodbye from the
front gate as he stood and watched them trudge off into the cool
late afternoon. Winter was well on the way. Before they left
Terri had made a casual remark about �more contact between us�
now that she was a real friend and neighbor.

�You never know when I might want the help of a man,� she laughed
but looked him in the eye as she said it.

Was he mistaken? Was there some double entendre in what she had
said? Of course he was gallant and confirmed his readiness and
willingness to help with anything that might need �a man�s
touch�. Once again there was a pregnant stare between them as he
responded to her repartee. Poppy looked decidedly uncomfortable.
Stephen was sure she was thinking much the same way he was
thinking, regarding her mother�s intentions. Maybe he was wrong,
but Terri�s rapid increase in her approval rating of him was
curious and exciting. He closed the door and went upstairs and
stood and looked at the disheveled bed and realized it needed
changing. There was a large wet patch where his cum had leaked
from Poppy. He removed the sheets to the laundry, but remade the
bed later; before he climbed into it at just after 10:00pm. He
was literally fucked!

If Stephen was curious as to how or when he might make some
progress with Terri, he was surprised to see how quickly the
opportunity arose. She appeared on his doorstep the following
Wednesday night with a colorful paper bag with silk rope handles
on the side, clutched in her hand. She had on similar attire to
what she had worn last visit. She had on the same leather coat
only this time she wore a cream beanie and scarf; the scarf
contrasting against the black leather of the coat once it was
opened. Underneath she wore a tight off-white polo sweater that
showed the fullness of her breasts. She had on a pair of designer
jeans and he caught the pronounced vee and gentle swell of her
pubis. She had a little pot tummy. After all she was over forty
and he guessed the fact she had had Poppy would ensure she had
the little pot of motherhood many woman are destined to hold
forever. But she was very attractive and down right sexy. And she
knew it. As he took her coat and hung it up, she took a bottle of
scotch and a bottle of wine from the paper sack.

�I could use some company and then I wondered if you could to,�
she beamed. �I hope you like whiskey,� she added, handing him the
round canister.

�Poppy�s staying in Manhattan tonight with Grant, so I was at a
bit of a lose end,� she volunteered as he inspected the gift she
had handed him.

It was a bottle of eighteen year old Glenfiddich single malt
whiskey; near the top end quality and worthy as a wee dram of an
evening, as the Scots say. Jessie loved scotch neat. He started
with a little water, or occasionally ice and she had chided him
for ruining the pureness of the Highland nectar. He had grown to
take it neat with the steady tuition of his lovely late wife.

�My word this is marvelous,� he chuckled. �You�re a mind reader
Terri,� he added, pouring on the delight, more than necessary.

She laughed and without invitation headed into the lounge,
towards the bar he had in one corner. She had taken a bottle of
red wine out of the bag and placed it on the bar top; dropping
the now empty bag in the trash can behind the bar.

�A cork screw�� she said, as she started looking for one.

She found the lever type cork screw he had nestled amongst other
bar tending accessories in a pewter beer tankard beside the small
sink in the relief under the actual bar top. He took a large wine
glass from the rack where it hung by the stem and handed it to
her. She began busily winding the screw into the cork which she
had exposed by scraping the foil with her rather strong red
painted thumbnail. He had a small pocket knife he used to rim the
top of the foil but she removed it in a trice and he was
impressed that her nail wasn�t thin and flimsy despite its
apparent length. He took the plug out of the top of the whiskey
canister and removed the near triangular bottle. He twisted the
top, breaking the seal, and unscrewed it off. He sniffed the
strong sickly smell of the liquid it contained and then reached
behind the bar and opened the cupboard and took out a scotch
glass and poured a full two fingers. She was standing with her
glass full of wine, waiting for him to pour himself the scotch,
and once he had finished she raised her glass to his and they
touched them together.

�Here�s to many hours of friendship she said,� and looked him in
the eyes as she toasted the both of them.

They drank from their respective glasses and this toast set the
evening on its way. Stephen had no idea what her real reason for
coming over could have been, if it wasn�t for sex.  There was no
excuse or rationale offered, and the bottle of scotch was clearly
a way to break the ice for Terri. They adjourned to the couch and
fell into small talk which saw them grow easier and friendlier as
they laughed and chatted about their lives, marriages, loves, and
opinions on many things. They never always agreed but agreed to
disagree in a respectful good natured way without judgment on the
other. And as the alcohol flowed, they loosened up to a point
where Stephen could not exactly place the moment when they
realized they were about to kiss. But they kissed and after the
initial contact of their lips, they kissed tentatively for a few
seconds before they both realized they were clutching desperately
at each other as he wrested her sweater over her head and she
worked frantically at his belt with one hand while allowing him
to draw the arm of her sweater over each hand in turn. She wore
no bra but had on a teddy with a lace bodice. Her generous
breasts pushed out and it was little effort to push the top of
the garment down exposing the dark erect nipples. They were
magnificent. And he drew each one into his mouth in turn. She
groaned as he laved her aureole and nipped the large nubbins
lightly between his teeth; just enough to make her aware of the
discomfort without the all out pain of a bite. She loved it. She
had her hand inside his gaping flies and he was delighted as she
gasped �my God� under her breath when she wrapped her fingers
around the now erect cock. She pushed his head away from her
breast to get a look at what she held. He sat upright and allowed
her to lean forward and scrutinize the shaft she held in her
hands. He could tell she was more than impressed with what she
held. She gave a nervous chuckle and looked at him.

�It�s huge,� she said breathlessly. �A horse cock if I ever saw
one,� she added.

Stephen had never regarded it as a horse cock in porno parlance
but he had always known he was blessed with a larger than average
penis. Little did Terri know it had rent open her pubescent
daughter�s vagina and anus. Poppy could take it, albeit with care
and difficulty. He was astonished at how quickly Terri took
control. She quickly stood and in a trice had removed her jeans.
She stood with the loose fitting teddy hanging from the thin
straps over her shoulders. Without a word she pushed him back
against the back of the sofa and wrenched his pants and shorts
off. He was sitting with only his polo shirt on and his cock
jutting up between his legs, and she maneuvered herself astride
him; and without hesitation, drew the leg of the teddy to one
side and grasped his cock and guided it to her sex lips. He felt
the shock of her warmth as she impaled herself and with on long
groan and a �yes-s-s-s� she slowly absorbed the entire length
into her body as she lowered herself across his thighs. She
wrapped her arms around his neck, locking her fingers at the nape
of his neck and looked him in the eye, and she proceeded to fuck
for them both.

She worked him expertly while always ensuring she gained maximum
sensation by crushing her pubis against the base of his cock. He
worked her breasts and nipples as if he was tuning the dial of an
old radio and she hissed and groaned her enjoyment. This was not
one of his favored positions as he liked control. But this woman
fucked him so expertly he simply reclined against the sofa back
and took her warmth and wetness until she worked them both to a
short sharp climax. Stephen thrusting up at her as best he could,
given her weight pinning him to the sofa base And Terri in turn
literally grinding her hooded clitoris into his pubis as she
hissed and came in a low wail. He gasped and grunted and shot his
cum into her with short rapid jerks of his pinned hips.
Eventually she fell against his shoulder and lay with her head
against him, looking down at the junction of their bodies. He
remained hard and she slowly raised her head and faced him close
and leaned and kissed him. The whole ten minutes preceding had
occurred without any real sense of foreplay. In her mind he had a
big cock. She wanted it in her. He obliged, though he didn�t have
much choice in the matter. Not that he was complaining. But the
kiss was warm and she worked her tongue into his mouth and he
enjoyed it very much. He let her continue to make the play. She
had come here for this. He didn�t know why but she wanted to fuck
him. Or maybe she just wanted a fuck and he was the nearest cock
at hand.

She eventually pulled herself up on shaky legs and she looked
down as she drew herself up and off his still hard cock. She
stood with her undergarment now somewhat stretched in one leg and
a dark patch where his semen had wetted the fabric. The legs were
loose fit and had bands of lace. He could not see any evidence of
her pubic hair inside the thin silk and he later learned to his
delight, that she was shaved. He wondered if Terri knew Poppy was
shaven also. He had persuaded Poppy to let him shave her as he
wanted her as he first remembered her when she was twelve. Terri
dropped to her knees and took him in her mouth. He wasn�t near
being able to cum again but he had stayed erect. He watched
fascinated as if he was in a porn movie. Terri was slowly
attempting to take as much of his cock down her throat as she
could accommodate. He was fascinated at just how much she was
able to absorb. Occasionally she would start to shake and he
could tell she was on the verge of gagging; maybe even puking.
Then she would rear back and gasp for air, only to launch another
assault and seemingly gain another half inch. She gurgled and
gagged and coughed and he was astonished at the thickness and
abundance of the saliva she was generating as she attempted to
deep throat him. Finally she surrendered and collapsed back onto
her butt on the floor with an arm propping her up as she leaned
back slightly and wiped her mouth. She worked her jaw and mouth
as if to reset it from the stretching she had forced upon it to
accommodate the cock.

�You beat me,� she croaked. �I couldn�t take it.�

He raised his eyebrows quizzically.

�I�ve never met a cock I couldn�t force down my throat until the
pubes were pressed into my face,� she volunteered.

Stephen just sat and stared at her, somewhat nonplussed.

�You�re shocked at me, she said almost ruefully. �You must think
I�m a real slut,� she added dejectedly.

He stayed silent; smiling at her candor and slowly shaking his
head in disbelief at what she had tried to do. She slowly got to
her feet and somewhat disconsolately looked around for her
clothes. He realized she thought he was offended and the shake of
the head was a negative reaction to her deep throating him, so he
jumped to his feet quickly as she was about to stoop to pick up
her jeans. He grabbed her and pushed a hand up the leg of the
teddy and went straight to her sex. It was then he realised she
was shaved. He was easily able to slip three fingers into her.
She was wet and gooey from his cum and her own libido. He held
her this way by her cunt and kissed her. When they finally broke
the kiss she looked at him somewhat puzzled at the intensity of
his approach and penetrating her with his strong fingers.

�You can do whatever you like when you like,� he growled in a low
tone. �As long as we can fuck our stupid brains out some more,�
he continued.

She beamed and clung to him as he worked her with his gripping
hand. He could feel her responding to the ministrations and his
cock was bumping against her thigh.

�Take me upstairs and fuck me stupid then,� she gasped.

And he did. He took her twice before fatigue caught up on them.
The first time he rimmed her on her hands and knees and she came
with a long wail as he buried his tongue in her tight asshole
while I reamed her cunt with his fingers. She sagged to lie flat
and he mounted her from behind and slow fucked her, eventually
lifting her hips up so he could kneel behind her and watch as his
cock sawed in and out of her sloppy hole. He looked down at the
brown anus and as he fucked her he pushed the middle finger into
her asshole. Just like he had done to her daughter when he had
sucked her off. But Terri�s anus was loose and forgiving and warm
and wet from his rimming so that he got a second finger in and
loosened her more. She knew to late what was coming and groaned
�no, not that�, no, Stephen�� as he slowly pushed his cock head
into her ass. She gasped and groaned loudly at the discomfort
then sighed in resignation as the cock breached the sphincter and
he slid as far in as she would let him before the pain became too
unbearable and she pushed against his lower stomach with her palm
in an attempt to restrict his entry. He stayed at this depth and
buggered her slowly while dragging his fingers across her
clitoris. Rather than continue resisting she got into it by
reaching up and plying her breast and nipples. She came hard and
loud a third time and he emptied himself deep into her rectum.
Eventually she sagged to the bed and he slowly withdrew as she
winced and whimpered at the cock pulling past her sphincter once
more. She let out a loud long farting noise and he heard her
groan into the pillow; a sort of groan of disgust at her own lack
of control. Not that she could have helped it as he had buggered
her deep and hard, filling her with air.

They slept for a while and eventually he was woken as she
crouched over him sucking him hard. No worry to her that his cock
was smeared with the mucus and funk of her rectum. She simply
deep throated him hard and pulled him over her and into her. He
lifted her legs up over his shoulders and he fucked her quick and
hard. It lasted all of about five minutes before they were both
gasping and groaning as they both orgasmed and he dropped her
legs off his shoulders and collapsed on her. They were both
fucked; literally. They slipped into a deep doze once again and
he was eventually roused out of his slumber when he heard the
toilet flushing. He was lying on his stomach and lifted his head
to see her walking naked from the bathroom. She looked
magnificent. He was taken by her nude sex and could clearly see
the redness of her sex lips. Red from the punishment they had
inflicted on them together. He took the cue and dragged himself
off the bed and grinned as he passed her on the way to the
bathroom. He stood and emptied his bladder. The toilet cistern
still hissing its refill after she had flushed the bowl. He
traipsed back to bed and crawled in beside her. She made no move
to engage him so he lay on his side facing her but not touching
her at all. He studied her as she lay beside him with an arm
under her head. He could see she was in a moment of reflecting on
something.

TERRI'S CONFESSION

�What are you thinking about?� he said quietly.

She didn�t move but lay staring at the ceiling.

�Nothing and everything,� she said evenly.

Stephen figured she is having regrets.

�Like what?� he continued probing.

This time she turned and glanced at him before returning her
stare to the ceiling.

�Oh, you know? Life and all the what-ifs and why� she said rather
cryptically.

�For instance?� he pressed further for an answer to her apparent
melancholy.

�Well marriage and divorce for one thing,� she said evenly.

�How did it happen?� he asked gently.

�It�s quite simple really. I�m unfaithful. I always have been. I
like men. I like sex. I cheated on him before we were married and
within two months of our wedding I was at it again.�

She turned to gauge his reaction. He stared impassive to her
words. She continued.

�Ever since I can recall I was always trying to make men notice
me. Even as a little girl. Nothing ever came of it but as I got
older I quickly learned about the difference between men and
women and by the time I was thirteen I was obsessed with wanting
to see and touch a man�s cock. I was well into masturbation on
myself by this time so I knew there was a parallel world that men
inhabited with regard to their desires and craving of women. I
tapped into it when I was fourteen,� she added and turned and
looked at him.

She had spoken slowly; in a considered manner, yet quite
deliberately. He raised his eyebrows as an acknowledgment, just
to show her some respect that he was more than interested in her
confession. She seemed content that he was hanging on every word
so she continued.

�He was a high school sophomore. Nothing special really. Our
families were friends and it happened on a camping trip. I can�t
really even remember much except how disappointed I was.  So I
moved on and by the time I was twenty I�d lost count of the boys
and men I�d had sex with. Mostly unsatisfactory sex and I
realized I was a slut with not a lot more to offer than a quick
fuck or blowjob. So I cleaned up my act and had the good fortune
to have an affair with the husband of a coworker at a company
that I did some intern work for in summer break.� She turned and
looked at him.

�Does that sound weird? Saying it was good fortune to have an
affair with someone else�s husband,� she asked.

Stephen was a little confused at the reason for her question. She
continued.

�Of course it ended in tears when she found out but he was the
first man to actually make love to me and I enjoyed it immensely.
I learned a lot about myself and sex. I could always cum at will
by masturbating but he was the first to demonstrate any patience
and mutual pleasure. After him I seemed to suddenly strike men
who were good at making love and my natural carnal disposition
suddenly got a huge lift with genuine sexual pleasure.�

She paused and he watched her as she was obviously thinking of
someone or some occasion as if to illustrate her words in her own
mind. She realized she had fallen silent and quickly glanced at
him to see if he was still interested in listening to her
confessions.

�I graduated and met Grant. He was rather conservative at sex so
I taught him what I liked and fooled myself into believing he was
the perfect man. We went together four years before we finally
married. By then I was more into our careers which we both had
some success with and so the realization he was really rather
boring sexually was offset by his being a really good provider.
But I was already sleeping around again and there were always men
ready to take up my offer of no-strings sex. But by the time
Poppy was born, I already knew Grant and I were more of a
commercial partnership than a marriage� she sighed rather
ruefully.

�Of course it was only a matter of time before he caught me
cheating. He thought it was my first affair but in reality it was
about my third or fourth indiscretion. The reality of screwing
too close to the circle of friends,� she added looking at him as
if to emphasize a learning moment.

�And this was the reason for the separation?� he asked.

�Oh hell no,� she snorted. �No way. Of course I cried and begged
forgiveness and promised it was a one-off weakness. And he did
forgive me and after behaving for a few months, I quietly found
another lover. Several more affairs over a period of about three
and a half years and then finally this latest episode he found
out about was the last straw for him.�

She paused once more and stared at the ceiling. Then she turned
to Stephen and gave a small laugh.

�Grant was right in suspecting I was once again having an
affair,� she began. �But in fact the irony of the suspicion was
he had the fact right but he had my lover totally wrong.�

Stephen stared at her considering what she was saying.

�So you were having an affair with someone other than who he
accused you of being with?� he paraphrased.

�Yes,� she said simply.

�Then why did you go along with the accusations if he thought it
was someone other than who it was?� he asked somewhat surprised.

She drew her hands to her face and touched the fingers of each
hand together over her mouth as if she was about to pray. She
considered the question carefully before answering.

�Well in substance he was right about my infidelity,� and she
paused before continuing. �But in content he was wrong, and
because I was terrified he would identify my real lover, I never
contested the accusations,� she said softly.

�Why?� Stephen asked bluntly.

She turned and looked at him.

�Because it was a woman,� she said and studied his face for a
reaction.

He held his face impassive but in reality he felt his heartbeat
quicken at this revelation. The thought of two women together
always intrigued him and here he was about to hear the lesbian
confession of this woman lying next to him; that he had fucked
three times this evening. He stared at her and simply raised his
eyebrows as an acknowledgment.

�Surprised?� she asked studying his face.

He considered his answer.

�Not surprised at the thought of female homosexuality,� he said
in a measured response. �But intrigued about you and how you came
to be involved with a woman, given your confessed love of men,�
he concluded.

Her face clouded quickly and she scowled at him.

�Homosexuality?� she blurted out in an exasperated tone. �Really
Stephen. Get modern. Hardly anybody ever refers to it as
homosexuality any more. It�s either gay for men or lesbian for
women. And I�m neither homosexual nor a lesbian,� she scoffed at
him.

He blanched at her chiding his rather old fashioned response to
her revelation of all-female sex.

�I�m sorry Terri,� he answered softly. �I had no intention to
offend you. Certainly not to judge you by labels or tags,� he
continued in attempt to change her obvious annoyance with his
words.

She held his gaze and he guessed that after seeing the sincerity
in his face she dropped her eyes and turned her head and once
again lay looking out in front of her as before.

�As I said,� she started quietly. �I�m not a lesbian. Far from
it. And apart from a few adolescent fumbles with friends when we
pretended to be kissing boys when kissing each other, I�ve never
much thought about a relationship with a woman. If there is a
label or tag as you put it, I�m basically heterosexual through
and through. I have been from that moment I lost my virginity
when I was fourteen. But the realization I was falling for
another woman excited me and I guess I became the moth to the
flame,� she continued quietly.

Stephen remained silent, listening intently as she had become
very quiet in her speech. She glanced round at him to ensure he
was still listening, and she turned her face upwards once more.
Looking at the ceiling; only this time she drew her arms behind
her head on the pillow.

�Go on Terri, I�m listening,� he said quietly; eager to hear
more...

�She managed one of the fabric companies I used as a supplier.
She was a year or two younger than me. She was elegant and very
attractive. We hit it off right away while working on a series of
penthouse suites we were refurbishing at an hotel in Manhattan.
We met regularly to review the design and once we started the fit
out, we met often on the job. Naturally we lunched together and
on a number of occasions we had an after work drink and supper.
Somewhere in this business relationship I caught myself admiring
her femininity. Looking at her as a woman, not just as a female
colleague. Before I knew it I had admitted to myself I had
developed a crush on her. Well I told myself it was a crush.
After all, I couldn�t be attracted to another woman in an
intimate sense. Being as my track record had been numerous
affairs with men.�

She fell silent. Then turned and looked at him.

�Does that shock you?� she asked.

�What?� he queried. He wasn�t sure what she felt was shocking.

�My having had numerous affairs,� she explained.

�I suppose it surprises me, rather than shocks me. But how would
I know when I hardly know you let alone know your past,� he
answered. �And I don�t think you are a slut as you described
yourself earlier. Not for a second do I think that. It certainly
doesn�t show outwardly that you enjoy frequent partners. You come
across as a very elegant married woman,� he said somewhat
cautiously so as not to appear patronizing.

Her facer softened and she smiled wanly.

�Thank you Stephen,� she said softly. �That makes me feel a lot
better. Perhaps I�m just overly promiscuous. I do try and take
care not to fall into affairs. But it hasn�t seemed to have
slowed any as I have gotten older� she said somewhat ruefully.
�Like I said, I�ve always liked men; well sex and men to be more
precise,� she continued. �I shudder to think of some of the
relationships and situations I got myself into.�

She studied his face, trying to read what his real thoughts were
but she couldn�t tell from his impassive stare.

�You know it seems the bad experiences in my life are identified
by bad sexual choices. And with the good experiences the sex was
just the icing on the cake. So overall my sexual decision-making
hasn�t been that wonderful. Did I mention I had an abortion at
eighteen?�

It was more a statement than a question. He shook his head.

�I had an STD in my first year at college and then the infidelity
before and after marriage to Grant,� she continued ruefully. �But
I�ve had better experiences with men since being married than
before I was married,� she chuckled at the irony of her
situation.

�And an affair with a woman was really just another dimension to
your sexuality then?� Stephen suggested as a question.

She looked at him and considered his meaning.

�I�m not so sure it was a conscious attempt to try something
sexually different. I simply felt very attracted to her. I know
I�m not bisexual any more than I am a lesbian so I learned that
there is a capacity to feel very strongly for anyone irrespective
of gender. That�s what I realize now at least,� she explained.
�But on balance, this was one of my bad choices,� she said
ruefully.

�Now I am surprised to hear that,� he said quickly.

She had turned on her side and leaned on her elbow facing him
with her hand propping her head up off the pillow.

�Oh it was exciting; a deliciously exciting situation to feel
myself being drawn into. But it all turned to tears quickly
enough,� she continued.

�Go on,� he encouraged her.

�Well I realized at the end of it all that she was actually
seducing me. I mean I made all of the play to meet her whenever I
could and she went along with it. And one day when we were
reviewing the work in one of the suites we had worked on, it was
all I could do to stop from touching her breasts or her hair;
anywhere as long as it was contact. She had on a soft woolen
cream trouser suit that fit her quite tightly. I could see she
wasn�t wearing a brassiere and also in certain positions when she
stood, her, you know, her sex was very pronounced in the pants.�
Terri reddened slightly when as described her lover�s prominent
mons. �It just overwhelmed me.�

�So what happened?� he asked gently, feeling excited by the tale.

�I don�t know how it really happened. It was all a blur. One
minute we were holding swatches of curtain material together
against the wall and next thing I was holding her and crushing
her to me and kissing her.�

At this point she fell silent and stared at a spot on the bed
between our bodies. I noticed she was constantly rubbing her
fingers of her free hand together as a nervous reaction to the
situation she was obviously reliving.

�Of course she was the lesbian. I never knew. And once I had made
the pass at her, she expertly turned the situation around and
took the lead. I was wrapped up in all that she did and she
taught me all she needed me to know. She simply pushed me against
the wall and before I knew it she had my trousers and panties
around my ankles and was giving the most exquisite oral sex. I
came within a matter of a few minutes. And there she had me. She
had let me pursue her until she caught me.�

Stephen remained silent as she played with the sheet with her
fingers. Staring vacantly at her hand. Eventually he broke the
silence.

�So how did it end in tears?� he asked quietly.

She considered his question and then looked at him.

�I was the tease,� she said simply. �It turns out she had had a
long term lesbian partner and they were both on time-out
following some difficulties they were having. She confessed she
was a lesbian about the third time we were at her apartment
together. I was a bit taken aback by this, as she never once made
any attempt to tell me or even hint it to me when we first met
and became friends. I did think it was a bit strange she was so
secretive but by now I was infatuated with her and the sex was
great. She played me so expertly and taught me how to give as
well as receive. I was starting to believe I could cross over and
be in a perfect all-women relationship.�

She paused briefly but then continued. He sensed the confession
was actually releasing long pent up emotions of having to be
secretive about her affair.

�I kept telling myself I was not a lesbian. I was still having
normal sex with Grant, although it was largely perfunctory and
unexciting. But as usual I didn�t want him to suspect I was
getting my pleasures elsewhere.�

She looked at Stephen as if to emphasize what she was saying.

 �Despite the numerous affairs I had when Grant and I were
married, I was always able to be discrete. I doubt if Grant ever
really knew for sure, though there were at least the two
occasions when he asked me point blank if I was having an affair.
I had denied it of course and at least once I was able to
convince him I was telling the truth. The other time, as I said,
I admitted it. Those two times I stopped the affair and played
the dutiful repentant wife.�

Stephen stared at her, considering the story in the context of
these past few hours with him. He was juts another player to her;
a conquest. A role reversal of the male Lothario or lounge
lizard.

�Anyway, Carol, that was her name, introduced me to a couple of
the more discrete lesbian circles in Manhattan and of course her
partner just happened to be on the fringe of both. It was a
skilful way on Carol�s part to let the word out she had a new
partner so it would get back to her former lover. It worked and
the next I knew, was turning up at her apartment as a surprise
one weekend and finding the other woman there. I was invited in
and the partner effectively advised me my relationship with Carol
was over. Carol said nothing. She barely looked at me. I was
gutted and felt so betrayed. Well of course I tried to hold my
own against this woman, attempting to incite Carol to support us
both, but she just ignored my attempts and eventually I realized
I had been used. I felt so stupid.�

�And that as they say, was all she wrote,� he said ruefully on
her behalf.

She grimaced and nodded agreement at his glib summation.

�All she wrote,� she parroted him.

�And all the while Grant had noticed somehow you were maybe
preoccupied and concluded you were having an affair with some
guy?� he queried, trying to fill in the blanks.

�Exactly. He had me paired off with a guy with whom I actually
had an affair with a year earlier. A guy who moved in our social
circles. I suspect someone muttered something about us as old
news and he took it as new news and there it started. He accused
me of it and I tried to deny it. But he had noted all the various
unexplained absences and lies I had built up while meeting Carol,
that I didn�t want him digging any further. I was conscious what
the revelation of an affair with a woman may have on my
relationship with Poppy. But the real truth was that I was
chastened by being used by Carol and I had already decided that I
was no longer in love with Grant. So I went along with it as the
route of least resistance to being free. My business was running
further into debt and Grant had already refused to get more
investment to bail me out so I decided to cut and run,� she said
finally. �Virtually on every level.�

She stared at Stephen and there were tears in her eyes.

�So there you have it. The one time I lost control of my emotions
over an affair, a lover, I got dumped. And ironically as it turns
out, Grant was having an affair with this woman he now lives
with; this Marcia. And I knew nothing about it. So he also used
the situation to paint me as the villain and filed for divorce on
my supposed infidelity. And of course Marcia was then brought out
into the daylight as a new post-separation girlfriend.�

Stephen eased up and reached for her. She allowed him to embrace
her and he held her and stroked her hair. Their bodies were
pressed together and after he had held her for a minute or so,
she moved and looked down between the. He was hard and the
erection was pressing against her thigh. She looked up at him and
pressed her leg against his cock. She sniffed and wiped her eyes
then grinned.

�Did my tale turn you on?� she said chuckled softly.

�I had a mental picture of Carol going down on you,� he said with
a chuckle.

She stared into his eyes, as if searching for something.

�Forget the foreplay,� she said huskily. �Fuck me.�

She rolled onto her back and spread her legs. He ran a hand
between her legs and found she was wet. He slid his fingers into
her and she groaned and arched her back. She coaxed him across
her prone body and as he transferred his weight from off of his
side to his hands either side of her shoulders she took his cock
and guided him into her. He pushed into her and she sighed and
almost as a reflex drew her knees up either side of his hips and
he eased back with both hands under her hips and started to
thrust strongly into her. In short they fucked like they had been
starved of sex for years. It was pure animal lust fuelled by the
story she had just finished telling. They didn�t last long and
soon she was crying out in orgasm. He looked at her face with her
eyes tight shut and yet there were tears streaming from the
corners of her lids. Her mouth was open gasping for air as she
cried and sobbed as the orgasm wracked her body. Stephen picked
up the effort and exploded into her, slamming her back into the
mattress. She clung to him with her arms and her legs were linked
around his back as they crashed through the orgasm, and at last
he collapsed onto her body. He was panting hard and she was
sobbing quietly. It was as much from the pleasure as from the
emotional release of the pain she had been bottling up inside for
some weeks; perhaps months or years.

They lay for some time. Not asleep, not fully awake. Eventually
she moved and he saw she was squinting at her watch. She realized
it was nearly daybreak and she tapped him on the shoulder.

�I�d best be going,� she said softly. �I want to get home before
the prying eyes of the street see me,� she added referring to
Alice Jessop.

He looked at her thoughtfully.

�Is that so bad,� he asked quietly.

�Yes. Yes it is Stephen. I didn�t mean to offend,� she said
quietly. �But I�m going through a divorce and the last thing I
want is to be linked romantically with anyone. I need to stay
single and focused on Poppy and her wellbeing.�

He wasn�t offended at all at the suggestion she could not let it
be known she was spending time with him. But he wanted her to
rationalize how she saw this relationship. In reality, it was
Poppy he coveted. Not her mother. There would be no long-term
involvement here. This really was somewhat accidental on both
their parts. Aided and abetted by her confessed promiscuity.

�I�d best get going,� she said and with that she got out of bed
and disappeared into the bathroom.

Stephen lay back with his hands behind his head and reflected on
the last five weeks. He had bedded both Terri and Poppy. Despite
Terri�s trust in confessing her sexual history, they both knew
without saying that this was not a relationship destined to
prosper. The best he wanted was her friendship and trust to
permit him to have access to Poppy without her suspecting he was
having sex with the young teen. The added complication of
disclosing an affair with Terri would not go down well with
Poppy. So this relationship had reached fruition as far as he was
concerned. It was now important for him to let Terri end it as
she saw appropriate. And remain friends and good neighbors. Terri
interrupted his thoughts when she came back into the room. She
dressed quickly and soon stood at the bedside. She leaned over
and kissed him.

�You really ruffed up my tender bits,� she said with a grin.

�Had you ever had anal sex before?� he asked out of curiosity.

She grinned wryly.

�I told you I had had a lot of partners. You�re not the first to
go that route�and I actually quite like it. With all due care of
course. Maybe we should have used proper lubrication�� she said
grinning at him.

He nodded his agreement at the lubrication suggestion. She had
been tight. Saliva was not the best lubricant. She dressed
quickly and he watched her from the bed. Finally she was finished
dressing and looked at him.

�Bye Stephen. I can let myself out,� she offered.

He nodded his acceptance of her suggestion.

�Bye Terri,� he said and squeezed her hand.

She looked at his softening cock and grinned and poked her tongue
out wickedly.

�Keep him safe,� she whispered, and blowing a kiss in the
direction of his cock, she whirled and left the room. She let
herself out; He did not hear the front door close. Lazily he
reached and switched the lamp off, and pulling the sheet up over
his body, he drifted off to sleep.

***

Terri and Stephen had several clandestine rendezvous after that
night. The issue of redecorating the upstairs rooms of Stephen�s
house surfaced a couple of times but he managed to defer the
discussion to a point where the topic dropped off the radar.
Despite the unspoken acknowledgment that this was a relationship
marked to end, she visited him on at least a dozen other
occasions. Mostly when Poppy was on sleepover with her father.
Sometimes it was through the week, and sometimes at weekends.
Stephen was becoming more and more restless about the
intermittent nature of his contact with Poppy. But instead of
becoming sexually frustrated at the lack of regular contact with
the pretty teen, he was getting well looked after by her mother.
That�s not to say Poppy and Stephen were never together, but it
was unpredictable and spasmodic. Terri usually prompted the times
they had together by asking him to look after Poppy on occasions,
due to some reason or other to go into Manhattan. Thanksgiving
had come and gone and Stephen spent it with his son Andy and his
family in San Diego. Then Poppy and Terri had turned up late
November with the Christmas decorations he had ordered. They
started to help him decorate the living areas downstairs, and
part way through Terri asked if she could leave to undertake an
urgent errand in Manhattan. Of course he agreed like a shot and
she had barely left the house when he and Poppy was frantically
pulling their clothes off. He took her on the floor in the
lounge, with her legs up over his shoulders. They fucked like
crazy people and after they had both blown their minds with a
frantic orgasm, they quickly trooped upstairs and engaged in a
slower more deliberate bout of deep sex. He took her on her hands
and knees for a while then she rolled him over and straddled him.
He fingered her clitoris as she sat on his cock and she went
through the O-barrier again.

He held her body pressed against him and slowly worked her
buttocks as he slow-fucked her as she lay on him. He massaged her
butt crack and slowly but surely insinuated a finger into her
anus. She got the hint and she rolled off of him and onto her
stomach. He placed a cushion under her hips and then knelt and
rimmed her. She gasped and moaned as his tongue slid over her
anus. Occasionally he slid one, sometimes two fingers into her
tight hole. As if to prompt him she stretched a hand towards the
nightstand in search of the lube she knew he kept there. She
stretched her arm and retrieved it and handed it back to him.
Stephen carefully greased her anus and then applied the lube to
his cock and he slid slowly and carefully into her rectum. He
slow fucked her to a mind-blowing ejaculation, and she rubbed
herself to orgasm with a hand jammed between her clitoris and the
cushion she lay on. They lay spent for at least half an hour and
finally he coaxed her off the bed and they cleaned each other up
in the bathroom. His cock smelled of her funk from her rectum and
she had smears of semen down the inside of her slim thighs. As
always she walked gingerly after being sodomized, but she now
genuinely enjoyed the act. Fearing Terri would return and catch
them they quickly made the bed and scampered downstairs to
complete the hanging of the Christmas decorations. Terri returned
some time after her promised time of seven o�clock and she
cobbled together a meal from the contents of Stephen�s freezer
and the three of them ate as if they were a family. Terri took
Poppy home about nine forty-five that night. The decorations
completed.

CAROL AND TERRI

The decorations were a waste of time as Stephen spent Christmas
and New Years with his other son Gary and his family in Colorado.
He returned January third and waited expectantly for the next
contact with the two lovers from next door. But it was to be
nearer the end of January before he saw either of them and it was
Terri whom he met first. She called him late one Saturday
afternoon and asked would he like to come over for a drink at
about seven thirty. He was anticipating the potential of maybe
fucking Terri at some point. Although in reality she always
visited him the times they had sex. Stephen wondered if he was
invited to her house because Poppy would be there and Terri
couldn�t leave her. But on arrival he was surprised to find Terri
and another woman there to greet him. Terri introduced the other
woman as Carol. Stephen never placed the woman when Terri
introduced them and he was a little lost as both women stood,
obviously looking for recognition on his part. To Stephen, Carol
was equally as striking as Terri. Not beautiful but certainly
attractive, perhaps in her late thirties. She was about five nine
with short, cropped blond hair. She wore a tight fitting white
tank top that showed small breasts but pronounced nipples pushing
against the material and she obviously wasn�t wearing a bra. She
had on a pair of faded-just-right denim jeans that he always
associated with �the beautiful people�; the obviously affluent
types who were always dressed appropriately for any occasion. She
wore a dark Napa leather waistcoat which looked a size to small
so the lapels hung just right so you could see most, but not all,
of the swell of the sides of her breasts. Her clothes looked
expensive yet simple. He noted there was no jewelery of any kind
on her person and this struck him as odd given the air of wealth
she exuded. Not the smallest of earrings or rings or anything. He
wasn�t to know her rings were in more intimate places; hidden
from all but her lovers. He stood staring vacantly at her as he
shook her hand in greeting; trying to place her as they expected
he should. Finally Terri gave him a hint.

�Stephen this is Carol,� she said emphasizing the word �Carol�
with her eyes as if he should know. �Carol�you know�whom I told
you about,� she almost pleaded for his recognition of the name.

Stephen stood gazing at the woman�s hazel eyes that had narrowed
a little as if she felt he was being deliberately ignorant.

�Um, look I�m sorry Carol, Terri, but I�m totally blank,� he
stammered, still holding Carol�s hand limply.

�Carol I told you about. You know, that Grant mistook for a man��
Terri continued tentatively.

Carol sighed in exasperation. As much at ghis blank stare as to
the obvious in her mind, of the pussy-footing around to full
disclosure that Terri was making, due to some embarrassment on
her part.

�Oh for God�s sake Terri,� she flustered.

She turned to Stephen still gripping his hand.

�I�m the Dyke who was fucking Terri when her husband thought it
was a man she was with,� she said bluntly. �Who �IS� fucking
Terri,� she corrected herself pointedly.

Terri went scarlet and suppressed a gasp at her lover�s blunt
appraisal of their situation.

It hit him like a truck. �Of course. Terri said her lover�s name
was Carol.� He had completely forgotten.

�Oh. Of course�I recall now. Terri told me about you,� he said
half apologetically for his lack of recognition. �It�s just that
it was in the past tense; some weeks back now,� he said,
recalling Terri�s story that first day they had sex.

�And Terri has told me about you,� Carol said quickly.
�Everything in fact, so that sort of makes us even on
disclosures,� she added.

He turned and looked warily at Terri then back to Carol.

�Yes, I suppose it does. If there�s a count to be kept,� he said
cautiously, watching for a reaction from Terri.

She simply beamed.

�I hope you two can get on,� she said brightly. There�s no need
for any embarrassment on either part. I�ve literally enjoyed
every minute I have spent with both of you,� she continued.

�Embarrassment? No of course not,� he answered quickly. �You knew
Carol before we spent time together.�

�And it�s not like you have a serious relationship to protect,�
Carol added quickly, not giving him any opportunity to add to his
statement.

The reference to Stephen and Terri�s relationship was spoken as
if it was past tense. He looked at Terri and back at Carol who
chose the moment to drop his hand she was still holding. He could
see a challenge in the younger woman�s face. Warning him off
trying to make more of his relationship with Terri than she
obviously thought warranted. He looked at Terri for confirmation
one way or another. He got it.

�Stephen and I have always known we were just seeking comfort
with each other. Good no-strings sex and companionship,� she said
evenly. �Wasn�t it Stephen?�

He had little option but to agree. It was what Terri wanted him
to say and Carol expected it as well.

�Well that�s one way to describe it,� he chuckled lightly

Carol regarded him with suspicion. He could see she was wary of
him. �I threaten her,� he thought to himself. He sensed Carol�s
subtle hostility towards him.

�Well now we�ve broken the ice, Stephen you must have a drink.
What will it be?� Terri asked in an attempt to change the
subject.

�I�ll have a scotch thanks�straight no ice please,� he answered
and turned and followed Terri to the drinks cabinet.

Stephen could feel Carol watching them. Terri poured a generous
single malt scotch she knew that he liked and she had bought a
bottle of Glenfiddich especially for him; for this occasion when
she eventually gave him the kiss-off. They all turned and formed
a loose triangle, facing each other.

�Here�s to good friends," he said and raised his glass and gulped
the Scotch.

�Good friends,� the two women echoed.

He noted Terri was effusive in her toast whereas Carol�s words
were barely audible. The rest of the evening was affable enough.
They talked about everything but nothing in particular. Stephen
didn�t warm to Carol, or she to him. But they were perfunctory
enough. If Terri was seeking a bosom threesome, it wasn�t going
to happen. At about nine-thirty Carol suddenly turned to Terri.

�Terri darling I think it�s time we were getting back into the
city,� she said evenly.

Terri looked a little flustered at her lover�s obvious attempt to
curtail the evening. Stephen was grateful of Carol�s suggestion
and took her lead and jumped in to the proposal.

�Actually I�ve got to get going now anyway,� he said quickly. �I
promised my son I�d call him this evening. Their three hours
behind us so I want to get him before he starts his dinner,� he
lied.

Terri knew he was sandbagging and she also picked her lover�s
desire to get him out of the remainder of their evening. She
nodded weakly at both of them; not able to contest their comments
without unnecessarily attempting to prolong the evening which was
clearly finished.

�Of course, if you must get away Stephen�� she said
unconvincingly.

They all managed a polite winding up of the evening and Stephen
bid them farewell and left. As he trudged home, coat pulled
against the cold January night, he felt somewhat drained. Carol
was a hard bitch. Worst of all he hadn�t seen Poppy nor even
fucked her mother which he had reasoned was the worst that might
happen. This liaison with Terri had obviously ended. But where
did that leave him with Poppy? He sat in his chair at home and
recounted the evening. Clearly Terri had ended the relationship
as clinically as she could without the possibility of upsetting
him. In reality he was almost relieved, but he was concerned
about her relationship with Carol who he believed had used Terri,
and then dumped her before. He wondered how she had won Terri
back in what was really only a couple of months since their
previous split. Something obviously happened over the Christmas
and New Years holidays when he was away. Seemingly Carol was
back, bigger and bolder. The two had alluded to setting up house
together and he was more than surprised at the apparent speed to
apparent commitment, than the renewal of the relationship itself.
But he was also concerned about Poppy. He picked that if these
two moved into together, it would most likely mean Terri and
Poppy moving away. He had a strong intuition that Carol was a
Downtown Girl and not destined for the suburbs. It would mean
another school for Poppy; the third in six months. And he would
lose her. He couldn�t contemplate that and it grieved him it was
a probability. But on the other hand, he also knew that Poppy and
he could not continue forever. As she grew older she would no
doubt come to question what she had done. Maybe develop concern
at what he had done. He was the responsible party in the
relationship. If it ever became known, perhaps through regret and
remorse leading to disclosure on her part, she would be comforted
and consoled as the abused. On the other hand, he would be
reviled and jailed as the abuser. He could never change the fact
of the matter nor guarantee her silence forever. He just had to
hope and let her realize the affair must end in her own time,
without any repercussions against him. So they could remain
friends, and their affair hopefully enters into her rites of
passage to maturity as an adult however unnatural it was. Stephen
always knew that eventually he would have to let her go sooner
rather than later. Having Carol appear on the scene was a threat
he could not quantify but he did not like it one bit. She was
someone he could not trust. But what could he do?

***

The situation resolved itself. Terri turned up on Stephen�s
doorstep one evening with a sad look on her face. He ushered her
in and she quickly embraced him before breaking and looking at
him with a mixture of sadness and concern.

�What�s wrong Terri?� he asked concerned at her demeanor.

�Poppy and I are leaving,� she said quietly.

He stared at her and said nothing. It was a shock yet not
unexpected. But still the words hit him cold.

�We�Grant and I, are selling the house and he will set Poppy and
me up with an apartment in town. Grant has agreed Poppy can
return to St. Mary�s as we�ll set the proceeds from the house
sale, well most of it, into a trust account for Poppy�s
education. And Grant can see her more regularly as well. And
Grant is keen for his partner Marcia and Poppy to develop a
relationship.�

Stephen nodded his understanding but said nothing.

�You�re wondering about Carol and me, aren�t you?� she asked
quietly.

�Yes I was wondering what the gain was for you two,� he answered
evenly.

She looked a little troubled but seemed to take a deep breath and
then told him what they had decided. But the preamble was quite
startling.

�You know that night I introduced you to Carol, when I said that
Grant would never buy into me and Carol living together with
Poppy?� she started.

He nodded his recollection. In fact he knew it well as it had
troubled him since meeting Carol.

�Well the reason is that Carol has some unfortunate history. You
see Carol was once a high school teacher. She�d always known she
was a lesbian but had managed to hide it successfully. However
she was foolish enough to develop a sexual relationship with an
underage girl at a school she taught at. In short she seduced the
girl and they had a long term affair that eventually was
discovered during the girl�s senior year. She was fired and
struck off the teaching register. She has a record and served
home detention for her sentence. For some reason the fact that
the girl was nearer eighteen than fourteen counted in her favor.
It never came out that the relationship had started when the girl
was younger. Carol was twenty six at the time it was discovered.
The girl announced undying support for Carol and she got off
lightly. And the state law did not have a lot of teeth for same
sex so-called abuse of minors over fifteen. The law is much
tougher now. So given that history and the record, Grant could
easily find out and most certainly object to her having domestic
contact with Poppy.�

She stood with her hands nervously clasped together as she told
him the tale of Carol�s indiscretion. It struck Stephen that on
some level he and Carol�s situation were mirrored. Only Stephen
had not been caught with Poppy�yet.

�So what does that actually mean for you?� he asked.

�Carol and I will simply date. She can stay with me or vice
versa, when Poppy stays with Grant. He�s a lot closer in
Manhattan so it�s much easier to share midweek, which we can�t do
at the present. Our strategy is to really establish ourselves
quietly over time until we can reveal the situation later; come
out as they say. And I feel better going through a proper
courtship as it were, because this is all very much new territory
for me; particularly given the first aborted experience with
Carol. I need to be sure. So much change for me; new partner and
new sexuality to contend with.�

She paused and studied his face for reaction to this new strategy
with Carol. He remained silent, so feeling he had no opinion,
Terri continued.

�Carol and I eventually hope to demonstrate we are a proper
couple deserving of a normal domestic life and the respect that
goes with it. Maybe we can aspire to have Poppy as a part of our
life as well; with Grant�s consent of course. It is Grant we have
to convince. And we feel we can do that in time. Poppy can learn
the truth and hopefully accept it. That time is not right now. At
least if I can have a life after Grant and Poppy can go back to
normality, then that�s all that counts� she added.

�What makes you think it will be any more normal in Manhattan
than here with Poppy on your own?� he said candidly.

�Actually you�re right. It won�t be. I�ll still be a solo mother
there as here. But I at least can attempt to put some normalcy
around her with more regular contact from Grant, and I can have a
career again. She won�t board at St. Mary�s but be a day pupil so
she�ll be at home with either me, or Grant and Marcia week
nights. Grant is in full agreement. Actually he�s quite excited
about. So there you have it. I felt I owed you an explanation one
to one.�

�You seem sure the relationship with Carol is a certainty,� he
said in a questioning way.

She smiled at his veiled skepticism.

�I know what you think. She�s the dominant Dyke. I�m the
subordinate femme. That�s Dyke-speak by the way,� she chuckled.
�Actually the gender roles are quite the reverse. I�m the
dominant one and she�s more the wife, so we�ve discovered.�

Stephen raised his eyebrows skeptically at these words. She
laughed at his expression.

�It�s true Stephen. Really it is. It�s surprised us both, I can
tell you,� she laughed. �But I do know this. She makes me happy.
Much happier than I previously had in a relationship with men.�

She blanched at her words.

�I�m sorry Stephen. I didn�t mean to imply our relationship did
not bring me anything. It did�but more comfort and excellent
sexual release than real happiness. I hope you understand.�

He nodded and grinned. She continued.

�At first it bothered me that Carol would be full of lesbian
politics and the strident anti-male �all me are pigs� mentality.
But in reality she is just as insecure as anyone else and longs
for happiness and contentment just as you and I do. It just
happens it has occurred with me, and she with me. I can accept
that easily.�

He nodded his understanding.

�I truly hope you will be happy and that it works out,� he said
and meant it despite his misgivings about carol.

THE LAST RITES OF PASSION

Eventually the day came when the house sold and Terri confirmed
their departure date late in March. Stephen was dreading saying
goodbye to Poppy. They were able to have a number of
opportunities to spend time and make love as Terri spent more
time in Manhattan with Carol; sorting out bits and pieces in
preparation for the move. Poppy would come over and they would go
upstairs together. But as the time approached, they made love
less and spent time just holding each other and she often wept
quietly at the inevitability of their affair ending. He saw Grant
come and go next door a couple of times but never spoke to him.
And then the removal truck arrived and they were gone. He hasn�t
seen Poppy since. The last time she visited him, they had fully
expected her to return at least once or twice more for the
inevitable painful goodbye. He wasn�t sure what intervened but
she never returned. Perhaps that was best. The painful farewell
never eventuated. On one occasion he was so desperate to remind
himself of her beautiful vivacious figure that he went into
Manhattan and waited near her school. The pupils came and went
near where he was standing, but no Poppy. He felt wretched and
also somewhat self conscious hanging around an all-girls school.
He must have looked more than a little suspicious. It took many
weeks to get past the pining for her touch and the feel of her
young body against his. He contemplated seeking out another
juvenile affair and even loitered at the local mall several times
secretly eying young girls and one or two young boys. But it was
half hearted and on reflection he embarrassed himself thinking on
what he was doing.

Terri and Poppy were replaced in the house next door by a younger
couple with infant children. Bobby and Jennifer Marsh. Bobby is
an aspiring lawyer and Stephen hit it off with Bobby. And he saw
shades of Jessie and him in Bobby and Jennifer�s marriage, at
this stage in life; as an aspiring young couple. He had met them
as the dutiful neighbor, and as first impressions go, it was a
better meeting than that which he had had with Grant and Terri
those four years earlier. What�s more Alice Jessop approved.
Things were looking up if she approved. Stephen lapsed back to
celibacy now that Poppy was gone, and as he sits by his pool in
mid-July, looking at his granddaughter Sophie swimming in the
pool he finds himself straining to catch the sight of the soft
round form of her mound, or the swell of her preteen breasts
which are just budding, in her sized to-large bathing suit. His
son Andy is visiting with his family for a few weeks. Sophie is
not as pretty as Poppy and her mother has an eye for her modesty,
even around family. Her swim suit is old fashioned and a little
baggy around the crotch. And when Sophie leaves the pool for any
length of time, she pulls a simple beach top over her bathing
suit, which comes down mid-thigh. But he has seen enough of her
budding form to be mentally planning his next overseas trip. He
may go back to Southern Thailand, or maybe go to Mexico. Wherever
it will be, it is because of the dark desperate craving he feels
in his loins, for the tight pubescent warmth of a willing girl or
boy. A craving he cannot handle despite his maturity and social
conditioning all his previous life. He�s hooked on youth�and he
loves it. His carnal infatuation is extremely dangerous�but there
is nothing he can do to erase it from his being.

The End

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