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Girl From the Past
   By Romany
   (M/F, M/g, oral, anal)
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This is a fictional story involving the sexual situations between an adult
man and a preteen girl.  If this subject offends you, close this page NOW!
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   Any similarities to any person living or dead are purely coincidental.
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   WAY BACK THEN...
   It was a wet day.  It had started out fine when Richard Fielding and his
twelve year old daughter Samantha went to Farmer Andrews'' back meadow to
check on Sam's pony Paris.  Sam hadn't had the horse long and she was
always concerned about the animal in bad weather.
   "We need to check Paris' cover daddy," she had said.
   It looked fine enough so they set off.  Just before they left, the phone
had rung and Samantha answered it.
   "It was Julie," she said hurrying to catch Richard who had already
started off down the lane.  "She's gong to meet us there...and come back
for lunch.  Her mum and dad have visitors," Sam said puffing a little from
hurrying to catch up.
   "You two are joined at the hip," Richard had chuckled.
   "Well she is my best friend daddy," Samantha chided her father as she
fell into step.
   Sam had taken the nosebag from Farmer Andrews' barn and after Richard
had made polite small talk with Jim Andrews, the two went to Paris and put
the nosebag on her.  Samantha standing petting the horse and talking softly
to the animal which she had grown to love.  Julie joined them just before
they were finished feeding the horse.  Richard watched her coming across
the meadows.  He shook his head in amusement at her audacity of simply
wandering over private farms as she wanted; to get wherever she needed to
be as quickly as possible.  She was an impetuous impatient girl; slightly
older than Samantha yet already some six months more developed in maturity.
Her body was already showing the subtle changes of pending womanhood. 
Truthfully Richard regarded the girl with a parental eye and not the
wandering eye of most men or boys who would be licking their lips at the
beautiful young girl.  He noted she appeared to be wearing jodhpurs and
riding boots with a fawn colored crew neck sweater.  Her blond hair in
pigtails bouncing as she strode purposefully towards them.  Richard
furrowed his brow at Julie's dress.  She did not have a pony.  She was
envious of Samantha with Paris and made no secret of it; in a nice way. 
Samantha saw her coming and she looked in puzzlement recognizing her
friend's dress code.
   "What's she wearing that for?" Samantha asked with a sense of annoyance.
"She hasn't got a horse and we aren't going riding on Paris.  The ground is
too soft for two of us on her."
   "Hi...hey...Sam...guess what?" Julie called as she climbed over the
fence in an ungainly manner.
   Richard blanched and looked away.  The jodhpurs stretched tight over her
beautiful buttocks and he could briefly see the panty line against the
taught material.  Samantha stood scowling lightly at her friend.
   "I'm getting a horse," Julie gushed as she came up to them.  "Dad said
he would get me one," she gushed."
   Her face was all purpose and delight and Richard couldn't help but smile
at her and felt pleased for her.  He knew she had begged her father to
match what Samantha had with Paris and now it seemed he had relented.
   "When?" Sam asked feigning delight.
   Richard glanced at Samantha.  He could tell she was somewhat dismayed
Julie was getting a horse to.  In almost everything, her best friend Julie
seemed to best her and Paris was the one thing Sam had over Julie.  Now
that seemed to be going.
   "On Wednesday," Julie gushed.  "Hello Mr.  Fielding," she said,
remembering her manners towards adults.
   "Hello Julie," Richard chuckled.  "Nice to see you again."
   "Well we're just leaving," Samantha announced rather shortly, as if she
wanted to cut off her friend's moment of enjoyment at telling about her
horse.
   "You're coming to have lunch with us Julie," Richard said covering for
his daughter's apparent rudeness.  "Sam's mum is in the village for a
couple of hours organizing the village fete so you can join us and tell us
all about your new horse," he said amiably.
   Samantha scowled but said nothing.
   The three set off along the lane after bidding Jim Andrews good day and
Richard walked behind the two girls.  As always, Julie talked Samantha
around; not that she deliberately went about breaking Sam's mood.  It just
seemed that whatever was on Samantha's mind, Julie always unwittingly got
to Samantha such that she was always cheered up and soon the two friends
were giggling and laughing and planning their days riding around the
countryside.  Sam's mood vanished as always once Julie's bubbling
personality took over.  They were still about half a mile from their house
when the first spots of rain began.  It had been threatening all morning
and now it was starting.
   "Come this way...it's quicker," Julie had said; and before Richard could
stop her, she had hopped over a fence and was already striding through the
trees on the Johnstone's property.
   It was a short cut to Richard and Sam's home but Richard once again
wondered at Julie's impertinence of cutting through private property. 
Before he could remonstrate with her and call her back, Sam had slipped
over the fence and fallen in step behind Julie.  Richard shrugged in
disbelief but climbed over to follow.  He had been idly eyeing Julie's
tight butt in her jodhpurs and it hadn't escaped him, that depending on how
she stood or moved her legs when facing him, he could clearly see the vee
of her sex against the smooth riding breeches.  At some point he heard
Samantha say something and the two girls giggled and Julie had slapped her
friend playfully on the shoulder and muttered "you can not" and had glanced
down at her front.  Richard was sure at the time that Samantha had pointed
out that Julie's jodhpurs might be a little tight around the crotch in some
stances.  They made it to the gazebo on Richards's property and huddled
under the roof as the heavens opened up.  But for some reason Sam had
sprinted ahead and she made the house before the rain pelted down.  Richard
and Julie standing in the gazebo gazing through the pouring rain at
Samantha standing under the back porch and laughing at them.
   "Ha ha, ha," she shouted.  "You're gonna get we-et," she sang, mocking
them.
   Julie made to sprint through the pouring rain but Richard pulled her
back.  She stood looking at Samantha who had put her thumb to her ears and
was waggling her fingers and poking her tongue at them.  Sam disappeared
inside the house.
   "We'll wait for a lull," Richard said; confident the rain would ease.
   Julie smiled sweetly and stood just a little in front and beside him. 
At nearer thirteen than twelve, she was the daughter of a retired career
army major who had settled in the county.  Unfortunately he was a veritable
social climber and saw him and his wife as being a cut above Richard and
his wife Natalie; so despite the girls being best friends, Richard and
Natalie did not socialize with Julie's parents except for village events
like the forthcoming fete.  Yet for all their efforts at cracking the
County Set, the local hoi-polloi, Richard knew that he and Natalie had a
better rapport with the gentry and locals around them.  Julie was a
late-in-life baby for Major Burrows and his second wife Jane.  And now they
had supposedly retired on his modest pension, they seemed to have little
time for their growing daughter.  Julie's friendship with Samantha shortly
after they had moved here was a Godsend to the Burrows and it seemed Julie
was frequently at the Fielding's house for sleepovers and such like.  Often
accompanying the family on trips afield and once or twice they took her to
London with them for day trips.  Richard vaguely knew of Burrows' other
children from a first marriage; a Malaysian woman whom he had divorced
before returning to England.
   Richard never actually recalled the moment that caused him to lightly
touch the side of Julie's neck.  He had been looking at her left plait down
her chest.  The small bump of her left breast pushing against the ribbed
sweater she wore.  The right plait down her back with the pronounced
parting of the hair up her scalp from back to front as she had dragged her
blond hair either side to plait in the braids; tied off with a simple
spangled elastic band at the end of each plait.  There was something
elegant about the girl's exposed neck; sensuous almost.  Richard's impulse
was to lightly drag the backs of his fingertips down the neck.  Julie
jumped immediately but realising what he was doing, she didn't pull back.
His heart had leapt in fear and his mind was quickly formulating an alibi
for touching her.  A small spider perhaps, or a small leaf entangled in the
wisps of hair not gathered into the plait.  But instead Julie stood calmly;
just moving her head a little towards him and he saw she had no problem
with his touch.  He tested her resolve and moved the fingers lightly over
her neck and she inclined her head down a little.  He thought he must have
been tickling her and she was trying to counter that feeling.  To Richard's
astonishment, Julie slowly turned.  Richard did not move his hand and she
effectively turned far enough around that his fingers brushed towards the
corner of her mouth.  Glancing up and locking her eyes with him, Julie
sucked Richard's fingers into her mouth.
   The effect was electric on Richard.  He felt a delicious bolt of
tingling strike at his groin and to his initial chagrin; he got half hard
in his pants very quickly.  He was shocked yet excited by his own reaction
to her sucking his fingers.  As he stood transfixed by Julie slurping
sensuously on his fingertips, she brought both hands to his wrist and made
to draw his middle and index finger deeper into his mouth.  For what seemed
like eternity, Julie suckled Richard's fingers as she squeezed and
pressured is hand.  There was a slow realisation for Richard that the
preteen girl was aping sucking a penis; practicing performing fellatio.  It
was obvious what she was thinking.  His mouth was dry and his heart beating
faster.  Julie stared into his eyes and she saw the confusion and
excitement in the man's face.  Richard eventually composed himself.  But
instead of breaking off the suggestive contact which was so explicit in
meaning, he touched her small breast pushing against her sweater.  Julie
didn't flinch but instead moaned softly and twisted her shoulder so her
breast pushed back against Richard.  He fondled her through her sweater as
she sucked him.  Richard was now seduced by the girl's overt behavior and
he gently took one of her hands holding his wrist and guided it to the
hardening lump in his jeans, as his cock grew under Julie's oral
ministrations.  Her fingers grasped his cock through his jeans without
hesitation.  She fondled and rubbed her hand along it and lowered her gaze
to look at the outline of it spreading either side of her fingers.
   "Come on you two," Samantha called across the lawn from the house.
   Julie and Richard jumped in shock.  The quickly disengaged their lewd
activity and Julie stepped out into one of the two openings in the gazebo.
   "It's still pissing down," she called in some exasperation as if she
shouldn't have to state the obvious.
   It was still raining heavily.  She blushed at her use of the word
pissing and glanced back at Richard in embarrassment.
   "Sorry Mr.  Fielding," she said looking stricken she had swore.
   Richard blushed.  The kid was apologising for a minor swear word when
moments before he had let her fondle his erection.
   "It's OK," he said quietly; his voice strained with fear of Sam
discovering what was happening, yet excited by what they had done.
   "We'll be in, in a minutes Sam," Richard called.  "Put the kettle on."
   "OK," his daughter called back.  "Big chickens, scared of a little
rain," she added; and giggling loudly she disappeared.
   Richard looked at Julie who had turned to face him again.  He lightly
stroked her jaw line and chin.
   "We should stop there," he said softly.
   The expectant look on Julie's face changed to a look of obvious
disappointment.
   "I wanted to," she said quietly.  "I've always wanted to...with you..."
she added, her voice tapering off.
   "Oh Julie, Richard sighed and glanced back at the house behind her.
   As he gazed through the driving rain wondering what the hell he was
thinking, she groped him again.  He bucked lightly at her touch but did not
pull back.
   "Oh Julie," he sighed in exasperation but chuckled at the end of his
words.
   Julie took it that he was not definitely opposed to what she was doing
and before he could compose himself, she opened his flies.
   "Oh Christ...Julie...no," Richard said in a whisper; but made no effort
to stop her.
   He stood in silence as the rain seemed to increase in volume as it
clattered on the shingle roof of the gazebo.  He gave in as Julie moved him
gently out of view from the house and drew his hard cock in her hand.  Her
eyes widening in awe at its size; and how hard it was despite the velvety
soft outer skin was.
   "Julie," Richard gasped, but it was too late.
   His daughter's nearly twelve year old friend was sucking him.  Stroking
his cock jutting from his flies; as she practiced what she had seen and
learned from the internet.  She had dreamed of this; perhaps not with
Richard specifically although she thought he was a hunk.  The furtive hours
she had spent sat in front of her parents' computer.  Devoid of programmes
to prevent surfing adult sites, she had viewed internet porn regularly for
some two or three years.  She and Samantha had occasionally sat
side-by-side when Samantha stayed over and Julie's parents were
entertaining downstairs; oblivious to what the girls might be doing. 
Richard and Natalie Fielding would be shocked if they knew some of what
Samantha got up to with Julie's influence.  Their whispered conversations
about sex; and watching sex videos and pornographic pictures on the
computer.  For all her inexperience in sucking cock, Julie did a fantastic
first effort on Richard that wet afternoon.  Stroking him and twirling her
tongue as she sucked.  All learned from hours of porn voyeurism.  He came
uncontrollably; unable to restrain himself in the hands of the little girl.
She had tried to hang on stoically.  She had no qualms about cum swallowing
having viewed women...and occasionally gay men...swallow cum on the
internet.  But he was ragged and uncontrollable and his cock slipped out as
he came and he sprayed her with half of what he unleashed.  Julie was
rocking on the balls of her feet as she squatted to serve him; holding his
cock in one hand and his hip in the other.  Richard gasped to an eventual
finish and looked down at the girl.  He took her head in his hands and
gazed at her tenderly.
   "That was fantastic," he gasped; and meant it.
   Julie smiled warmly at him and stood slowly; wiping at her face as she
felt the wetness of his wayward semen.  Working her mouth to sluice the cum
he had spewed on her tongue and in her mouth.  Richard found his
handkerchief all neatly folded in his pocket and gave it to her.  Julie
wiped away his semen as he put his cock back in his pants.  When she had
finished, she gave him his handkerchief back.  He would discard it.  He
didn't want Natalie to find it all matted with cum in the laundry.  She
would wonder why he had been masturbating into his hanky.
   "We'd best go," Julie said.  "Sam will be back any minute."
   She looked at the house.
   "If she had any brains she'd come out to us with Macs or an umbrella,"
she said gazing at the house.
   Realizing the slight on Samantha she turned to Richard.
   "I'm sorry Mr.  Fielding.  I didn't mean Sam was dumb," she said.
   "Oh God Julie," "You are priceless," Richard laughed nervously.
   He hugged her to him briefly and looked down at her.
   "No word of this to anyone?' he asked but there was a warning in his
tone.
   "No one," she smiled back at him.  "Not even Sam".
   "Certainly not Sam," he gasped in genuine shock, looking at her.  "No
one...ever."
   "No one ever," she answered and smiled sweetly at him.  "That was neat."
   Without waiting, she turned and sprinted from the gazebo; water
splashing up behind her as she sped to the back door porch of the house.
   "What the hell am I doing," Richard said to himself, and sprinted after
her.
   ***
   Following the oral sex in the gazebo that rainy day, Richard had sought
to get with Julie as much as possible.  Rather than take stock on the folly
and the stupidity of what he had allowed to happen, he had gone the other
way and yearned for contact with his daughter's beautiful blooming friend.
The opportunity was there as Julie and Samantha soon both had a horse each
and spent some time together nearly every day.  Through this increased
contact between the girls, Julie was well aware of the Fielding's family
schedule on a daily basis.  She and Richard were quickly able to meet
furtively for quick blow job sessions and he would feel her sex and her
budding breasts; usually when she stayed on sleep-over with Samantha.  Both
Richard and Julie would steal from the sleeping Natalie and Samantha's
rooms to indulge in their illicit carnal activity in a third guest bedroom.
This went on for several weeks and soon an opportunity arose where Natalie
had said she wanted to go to a village some hour's drive away, to look at
some paintings by a local artist who was becoming well respected in the
county.  Samantha was accompanying her and Julie could come as well; but
Julie cried off, much to Samantha's disappointment.  The car had barely
cleared the letterbox to move off down the lane when Julie was creeping
from the woods at the back of Fielding's property.  She was in Richards
arms as the dust was still settling on the unsealed lane that was the
access to the Fielding's house.  Richard took her virginity that day.  He
actually fucked the preteen three times before she slipped out the door and
made her way home across the farms between her house and Richard's.
   He had taken her to the guest room and she noted he had laid three large
bath towels over the bedspread.  Impishly she had stripped her top and
jeans and stood eagerly waiting for him to undress also.  He stared at he
perfect small breasts and he plump vulva with the burgeoning pubic bush
just evident.  He had barely thrown his clothes over hers on a chair when
Julie had kneeled to suck him.  He moved her a little so he could look
sideways and watch her sucking and stroking him in the mirror of the
dresser in the room with two single beds.  Julie caught on what he was
doing and swiveled her eyes sideways to watch as well.  When he was close
he broke off with a chuckle and made her stand.  He embraced her as she
held his cock in her hand and he felt her sex and pushed his fingers into
her causing to moan; more of a mimicking of what she'd heard porn actress
do.  They both sensed it was time and Julie instinctively moved back to the
bed and carefully eased up onto the towels so as not to turn them back and
expose the floral bedspread he was protecting with them.  She lay back with
he heels drawn up near her buttocks and her knees spread wide.  Richard
leaned over the foot of the small single bed and went down on her; the
little girl beaming in delight at this action.  She saw it as a compliment
that he would want to give her pleasure as well.  Not that she had any idea
how she might react.  In reality, Richard went down on her to prolong the
inevitable taking of her virginity, as he was so darned close to cumming
from her expert sucking.  It was a delaying tactic she thought was him
paying homage to her tight sweet little cunt.
   After he had stalled his arousal somewhat, he put a finger up to signal
patience and he went to the dresser and opened the top drawer.  He had
secreted a large jar of Vaseline there in preparation; taken from the
bathroom cupboard.  He greased the little girl thoroughly with it; Julie
lying placidly and intently studying his face as he slicked her with his
strong fingers.  Finally he sat back on his haunches and stroked himself
with the residue of the gel on his fingers.  Julie felt a distant twinge in
her stomach that filtered slowly to her groin.  She didn't recognize it but
Richard's handling his own cock; all hard and red with the angry mushroom
head, had caused a stir in her.  She would learn to know this as getting
horny.  Somewhere in the midst of anxiety, excitement and expectation that
her best friend's father was shortly going to shove that big cock inside
her small frame, she was being affected sexually by the sight of his
preparation to mount her.  As he leaned forward she reached for his
shoulders and then slid her hands down his upper body as he positioned his
large frame between he opened legs.  He rested on one hand and took the
cock and placed it against her slit.
   "Help me sweetie," he whispered.  "Open yourself with your fingers so I
don't hurt you," he crooned.
   Julie moved her hands off his back and under him and between her legs.
Pushing the tips of her fingers against the inside of her labia, she lay
waiting as she felt him moved the head of the cock around her splayed sex
lips.  Slowly he found the softest resistance and gently he pushed into
her. She held her breath and clamped her bottom lip with her top teeth. 
Gazing at each other faces, Richard slowly but surely penetrated her.  Inch
by inch gained with a series of small in and out movements; each inward
shove allowing him to spread her vagina open.  It took fully three minutes
to penetrate her properly; Richard sighing at the heat and tightness of the
preteen's tunnel.  There was no pain of discomfort for Julie; her hymen
long gone from their equestrian pastime as predicted by Samantha.  Feeling
full of the adult cock inside of her, she finally exhaled and relaxed and
wrapped her arms around his back.  Richard began to fuck her slowly. 
Satisfied she was not under any duress or pain.  He slowly built up the
rhythm so he was soon sliding in and out in long slow strokes.
   "Are you OK?" he whispered.
   "Yeah," she gasped as his cock shoved deep inside.  "Just a funny
feeling when you go deep," she whispered' panting lightly.
   He nuzzled her neck and they kissed frequently.  He was gentle and
considerate and fucked her carefully and slowly.  As much to draw out his
own enjoyment as to ensure he did not hurt or damage her tender body. 
Richard fucked her for a full ten or twelve minutes and Julie enjoyed it
fully.  Not sexually aroused as she might have been following the twinges
of enjoyment at seeing him stroke his own cock; but full of the excitement
of the daring and the fact this was forbidden.  She soon began making
audible noises of enjoyment.  Once again repeating sounds learned from porn
movies that she was sure Richard would expect.  He realized she was faking
the noises but knew it wasn't any attempt to mislead him.  She simply
thought this was what women did.  He was heartened by her total submission
and participation and so he fucked her more urgently; as energetically as
if he was in the last strokes of fucking Natalie who he had a good sex life
with.  Julie clung to him and placed her heels onto the small of his back.
Richard fucked her harder and reared his head back as he came hard. 
Grimacing and crying out in pleasure.  Julie wide eyed in awe at the
intensity of his release; noting how much more intense it was over his more
controlled orgasms when she sucked him off.  Noting that in part it was
because they were in the house alone for the first time ever.  Richard
gasped and shoved hard several times as he wrung the last spurts of semen
from his cock; eventually collapsing over her.  She hugged him to her and
lay looking at the ornate plaster ceiling and smiled.  She would never ever
forget this day as long as she lived.  Losing her virginity was so far the
best experience she had ever had.
   "You know I can't get you pregnant," he had said quietly as they lay on
the rumpled towels.
   The towels had helped and his semen had trickled from her body to be
soaked up by them and not mark the bedspread.  He didn't remove the
bedspreads as they were fitted and he could never put them on right.  He
knew if he had removed them, Natalie would see straight away someone other
than her had replaced them, and badly.
   "Sort of," she said with a grin as she lay in his arms.
   "Sort of?" he asked looking at her.
   "I think Sam said once...why she never had a brother or a
sister...because you had a vasectomy after she was born," Julie said
candidly.
   She had no qualms about lying naked with him.  She felt happy and
somewhat grown up by what had happened.
   "Oh...yes...that's right," he said.  "Natalie had a long arduous birth
with Samantha, and then bad post partum depression," he said idly.  "She
did not want anymore kids after Sam," he explained; a hint of sadness in
his voice.
   He had tried to persuade Natalie to have one more child but she had
flatly refused.  Their doctor had said the confinement with Sam wasn't
especially arduous but Natalie was convinced she had given birth to the
Titanic.  The depression was more tangible for Richard and he did have
empathy with her for that.  It took a good eight to ten months of
counseling and his support with baby Sam for Natalie to eventually break
out of it.  But sex had been difficult and she had insisted that he have
the vasectomy.  He eventually relented and had the snip.  To his delight
their sex life returned and soon he never thought about the loss of having
more children.  Sam became their world; a beautiful dark haired bundle of
joy.
   Julie and Richard lay on the bed for some time dozing lightly.  He woke
and checked his watch.  Natalie said she and Sam would be back about four.
It had just gone noon.  He initiated another bout of sex.  Coaxing her over
him and Julie eagerly keeled and sucked him hard as he fingered her greasy
sex; slick with the residue of Vaseline and his cum.  Somewhere in his
fingering her as she kneeled side on to him facing his groin, his fingers
caused that funny stirring she had felt when she saw him stroking his cock
with Vaseline smeared fingers.  She mumbled "m-m-m-m" as she continued to
slurp his cock as the finger seemed to find a nice spot somewhere inside
her vagina and she moved her legs involuntarily.  Richard noted this and
his eyes opened slightly in surprise of recognition she was enjoying his
fingering.  He quickly learned where that spot was and too his amazement,
he soon had Julie trying to spread out along his side and over his leg as
she worked her buttocks back and went searching for his fingers whenever he
missed the spot.  She eventually flattened out with her legs open and her
head against his shin as she feebly held on to his cock.  Trying to
continue to stroke it but her concentration on serving Richard was blown by
the fingers now digging deeper into her loosening sex.  Julie was confused
yet enjoying the nagging rhythm of the fingers sliding in and out.  Her
reaction was entirely unexpected for Richard and he was rock hard in
arousal; turned on by the fact this young girl was clearly aroused herself.
Rolling half off the bed he pushed her legs gently so she brought her hips
up and went into a shallow kneeling position.  With one foot standing on
the floor and the other knee on the bed, he pushed into her and fucked her
semi doggie fashion.  Julie on the bed with her head cradled in her
forearms crossed in front of her; her hair splayed out over her head and
the surrounding towels that had become crumpled and exposing the bedspread.
Genuinely groaning in enjoyment as Richard fucked her solidly.  Somewhere
in his energetic fucking, he noted the pitch of her voice change and soon
she was gasping and gibbering "no...no...no more...oh...God...yes...oh
God...iss...beyufool..." she gasped and mumbled.  Slurring her words as her
mouth tried to form them; as she was clearly going through a definite
orgasm.  Richard was totally blown away.  Never believing a girl yet to
reach puberty could actually have such an intense orgasm.  He let go and
fucked her quickly and energetically to catch her and soon his hips were
slapping against her upturned butt as he caught her feeling and came
quickly.  Spewing into her a second time; pushing her flat onto the bed
with the energy of his fucking into her.  They lay this way for some time.
Richard's cock still buried in her as he lay along her body with one of his
legs hanging over the side of the bed.
   The third bout of sex was hurried.  Conscious he wanted Julie to be long
gone by the time Sam and Natalie arrived back, the foreplay was hurried and
he did not spend the time she wanted on her.  She sucked him as usual and
while she was still hoping for some more feeling and finger play, Richard
had pulled her over on top of him and coaxed her to squat over and lower
herself onto his cock.  This was also new and still exciting and she
eagerly did as he wanted.  She felt the cock was as deep as it had ever
been.  Her sex lips splayed out against his pubis and she giggled seeing
her sex lips and the mass of his pubic bush framing them; her own bush on
her pubis was sparse in comparison.  He was intent on getting off and did
not allow her any chance to take in this new perspective of them together.
He urged her up and down; holding his hands under each buttock as she
caught the rhythm and bounced up and down.  She was tired and had little
control, and for the first time, she felt a sense of being his to use to
get himself off with.  Stoically she kept going although she wished she
could stop short of having him right up inside.  She was still wrestling
with the discomfort of his deep entry and disappointment she was secondary
to his needs when he gasped loudly and threw his arms over her shoulders
and lifted his hips hard against her while pulling her down.  Her face
grimacing with the discomfort of his penetrating her so deeply.  For the
first time that afternoon, she was thankful when he was finished.  Julie
sliding back and half squatting in an ungainly fashion over him as his cock
lay against his stomach.  He saw the frothy residue of his semen on her sex
lips; like a rabid dog frothing at the mouth.  He lazily reached for her
sex and she bowed her head and saw what he saw.  She glanced at him and saw
he had a crude smile of glee on his face.  She felt a little humiliated by
it but let it pass.  She hopped off the bed and went to the bathroom and
wiped herself with damp toilet paper; cleaning herself up.  When she
returned, he was lying on the bed flat on his back looking satisfied; his
eyes closed and appearing to be asleep.  Julie dressed quickly and stood
looking at him.
   "I'd better go Richard," she said quietly.
   He opened his eyes and smiled and nodded; somewhat drunken in
appearance. She smiled realizing he had watched her dress through his
nearly closed eyes.
   "Until the next time sweetie," he said sleepily.
   She walked to the bed and leaned over and kissed him.
   "Until the next time," she said softly, and turned and left the house;
walking across the farms as she had always done.
   ***
   Natalie and Richard rented a small bedsit flat in London near where
Richard worked.  He took to staying in London Monday to Friday's in an
effort to cut the cost of commuting.  This restricted contact between
Richard and Julie to nominally Friday nights through the weekends.  Their
sex contact also moved towards full intercourse which became the norm. 
There were times he was able to get her alone when Natalie and Samantha
were away together for some hours; and Julie knowing Samantha's every
movement through the newly acquired mobile phones they had.  Like all
teenagers they texted each other for no apparent reason at all.  Richard
had nursed Julie's sexual tuition through puberty.  Wary and on the look
out for the much feared hormonal changes that turned pubescent thirteen
year olds into self centered monsters.  But it never came to that.  Shortly
after Julie's journey into womanhood, Samantha started to show the signs of
womanly development and it was with much glee on Samantha's part that
Natalie took her in to London for a night; with the intent of going to the
summer sales in Oxford Street.  They would stay a night in the pokey flat
and return the next day.  Richard took the day off on the pretext at
letting Samantha and Natalie have the time together, but also knowing Julie
was at home for the holidays.  As usual, Natalie and Samantha had barely
left the house when Julie was sneaking in the back door.  By now their sex
was mature and good in quality.  Richard had groomed the girl and now she
could easily almost always orgasm.  There was one last hurdle and he had
planned for it.  That day Natalie and Samantha went into London, he fucked
her in the missionary position on one of the single beds that they had laid
a sheet over the towels to keep the towels from bunching up and exposing
the bed cover.  Richard had already laid Julie's resolve to waste with an
intense bout of oral sex and vaginal and anal fingering.  He had mounted
her to take his pleasure and pushed his finger into Julie's arse as he
often did now.  She was thirteen now and her breasts had grown rapidly and
her waist had narrowed so her butt was perfectly peach shaped.  He had
ventured into arse play earlier and she had no qualms about him touching
her there or slipping his finger in.  After pausing mid-fuck, he took a
small tube of KY he had secreted under a pillow on this bed, and deftly
smeared the gel on his fingers as he slowly fucked her vaginally.  Greasing
her anus he quickly worked her arse so that he could get two very gooey
fingers into the second knuckle.  Julie might have been in a sexual stupor
but she was well aware what he had in mind.
   "Take it easy," she had gasped as his fingers pulled at her pucker.
   She did not wholly object; just offered a short gasping commentary when
he caused her some discomfort.  Richard got her to lift her buttocks off
the bed and crouching over her, he took her anal virginity.  He slowly
eased into her with Julie pushing a hand against his lower abdomen to
regulate his rate of entry.  She took him without too much complaint and
soon he was rocking back and forth, in and out of her arse, as he balanced
on his knees; Julie grunting and gasping as he sodomised her.  In the midst
of his steady fucking in her arse, she had roused herself sufficiently to
slip her hand to her sex and she was rapidly fingering herself.  She came
with a gush and grunt of joy which set Richard off.  He shagged her arse
fast and hard, and came himself; at the end of a long drawn out wailing and
shuddering she had induced by her own hand.  Self pleasure learned from
frequent nights of masturbatory release when she was frustrated she and
Richard could not meet.  Richard had found a new move to try on her. 
Sodomy was now a firm favorite in their sexual arsenal.  As the summer
slipped by, the now fourteen year old Julie demanded more and more sexual
responsibility in their relationship.  For a brief period between he
fourteenth and fifteenth birthdays, Julie went through and almost
fatalistic period regarding their relationship.  She started taking greater
risks at getting to see him such that he had to talk strongly to her not to
be so carless.  She resented it and accused him of trying to control
everything and they had frequent rows about her cavalier approach of
turning up unexpectedly when she knew Natalie and Samantha were out
shopping, for perhaps no more than an hour or so.  Richard tried to reason
with the head-strong girl that they needed to be circumspect.  When they
did get quality time alone, Julie went at him as if sex starved and she
became harder to please.  Like insisting he fuck her on Samantha's bed, or
on Natalie and Richard's marital bed; as a way of getting some macabre
pleasure from the fact she was screwing Richard as a father and a husband.
Once she coerced him into fucking her lying back on the light oak dining
table in the kitchen with her panties hanging around her ankle and her
short skirt pulled up.  Richard in two minds about it; the obvious lack of
hygiene fucking on the bare wood, versus the excitement she was gaining by
knowing this is where they ate as a family.  Natalie was now seen as
Julie's rival.  She often made derogatory remarks about Natalie which he
tried to deflect her barbs or get her to stop it.  She also teased him to
annoyance about Samantha.  Wondering aloud who would get her cherry and
whether she would ever enjoy sex like Julie did.  Her worst tease was
telling Richard, as he made to fuck her on Samantha's bed that Samantha and
she had talked about him and how Samantha had said openly that he was a
hunk and she wouldn't mind someone like Richard to take her cherry. 
Richard was beside himself with these taunts.  Not knowing what to believe
yet believing it might be true.  But also suspecting Julie was being
callous and deliberately hurtful by bringing such topics up.  On one
occasion after he had screwed her vigorously in her arse as she lay bent
over the seat in the rear door of his car in a secluded part of the Nine
Mile woods, she taunted him to admit she was a way better fuck than
Natalie.
   "I bet she doesn't let you stick in her arse," she had said with a
wicked leer.
   Richard was finding it becoming all too hard to handle her.  It seemed
to coincide with arguments she was having with her parents; especially her
father.  Samantha shed some light on the girl's home life and it seems her
parents had plans for her tertiary education she did not agree with. 
Whatever it was, Julie appeared to come back on track and the daring visits
and taunts about Natalie and Samantha dried up.  Their relationship
returned to one of furtive caution and just plain damn good sex when they
had a few hours together.  They resumed a good relationship and the sex
seemed better than ever; until she was fifteen.  It was shortly after
Samantha's fifteenth birthday.  A young East End girl called Rita Holds
worth had joined Richards's office as a Girl Friday.  Eighteen years old
and very attractive but she had an unfortunate voice.  That coupled with
the broad cockney accent made her unappealing once she opened her mouth and
spoke.  The younger men in the office quickly shied away although all
agreed she was a looker if it wasn't for the gob.  Richard felt sorry for
her and one evening after she had stayed late to help him bind some
reports, he bought her a meal at a local pub by way of a thank you and for
keeping her late.  With a couple of beers inside of her she became a little
over-friendly towards him.  Perhaps being rebuffed by the eligible males at
work, she might have to settle for one of the supposedly ineligible married
males.  She was easy; clearly sexually active and had been for some time,
he thought by her energetic actions.  He took her back to his little bedsit
flat and fucked her until close to midnight before she rushed to catch the
tube to get home before the trains stopped running.  She and Richard
quickly became a regular item; albeit very discrete and nobody at their
work suspected he was shagging the office junior.  They met maybe twice a
week at Richard's where he ploughed her regularly.
   And so here he was.  Getting whatever time he could with Julie at home
in the country at weekends, and screwing the promiscuous Rita in his bedsit
through the week.  It was bliss.  It all came unstuck when Natalie had
decided on the spur of the moment that she and Samantha should come into
London to change some clothing Sam had received for her birthday.  It
hadn't fitted well but there were exchange certificates with the gifts and
the items had been purchased in shops in Oxford Street.  The bedsit had a
double bed for Natalie and Richard and a small divan couch that Samantha
could sleep on.  The three of them had often stayed together there as a
family.  They arrived from Waterloo by taxi and climbed the three flights
of stairs to the small flat.  Natalie opened the door with her key and
stood dumbfounded; Richard was indulging himself fucking Rita.  The girl
naked astride him obscuring his view and he took some time to realize the
door was open and Natalie was standing transfixed in shock; trying to block
the carnal view from Samantha by pushing her behind her.  Rita was
oblivious to their presence because they were behind her.  She saw the
frozen expression of shock on his face and turned to see what he was
looking at.  Seeing the young girl's face triggered Natalia into action.
   "You dirty, filthy bastard," she shrieked, and she turned and hurriedly
ushered Samantha from the old building.
   And the rest was `all she wrote' as the saying goes.  From there his
life spiraled downhill.  He never returned home.  He never saw Julie again
and both Samantha and Natalie hated him for the deceit.  Samantha was
distraught because he cheated on Natalie with a girl clearly only a couple
of years older than Sam was.  And after a sudden silence from Richard, and
the apparent snubbing by Samantha, Julie came to hate him for disappearing
without a word.  It began to occur to her that Richard had used her for his
own carnal pleasure.  That he did not really care for her at all.  He
obviously did not love Julie as he said he had.  She was bitter and angry
and vowed that if the opportunity should ever occur, she would spill the
beans.  Her angry bravado tempered by her admitting she had a strong part
to play I what had happened.  She remained silent.  It was their secret and
one she felt bound to carry with her.  Natalie had used the term
`degenerate' in the brief meeting's they had with solicitors during their
divorce.  It seemed she was more affected by Rita's age than the basic fact
of Richard's infidelity.  He was powerless to fight back; clinging to some
forlorn hope Natalie would relent and agree to some way back.  And he was
racked with guilt about Julie and him.  Desperately wanting to contact her;
but remaining lost to her for fear any contact would arouse suspicions with
her parents.  Life seemed impossible.
   ***
   3 YEARS LATER
   Richard sat at the small table and looked at the room service food Julie
had brought him.  He'd arrived from Brussels and checked in just after
three.  He was hungry as the short flight to Heathrow had no meal service.
Trust is company.  He flew Economy Class.  Not senior enough for Business
Class.  Still it was a good job and he was fortunate to have got it when he
did.  He was hungry and had ordered a burger as a late afternoon snack from
room service.  He settled into his room and waited for Room Service to
arrive with the meal.  Eventually there was a knock at the door and when he
opened the door he saw her standing there with the tray; dressed in her
hotel uniform of white blouse and black skirt.  It was Julie; a little
older and facially a little harder than when he had last seen her.  He was
stunned.
   "Richard," she gasped.
   "Julie," he said; his voice was almost a whisper.
   He hadn't seen her for nearly three years; she must be no more than
eighteen yet looked older.  There was weariness about her.  The blond hair
tied back in a pony tail looked like it had had some bottled help as it
seemed too blonde.  Her breasts were fuller under the white blouse but her
figure was lithe and slim.  She was open mouthed staring at him.  After a
moment of silence following the obvious shock to both of them, she shuffled
nervously to indicate the tray.
   "Room Service," she said; her voice croaking with nerves at seeing him
again.
   "Um...oh...come in.  We can't have you standing in the hall all day," he
said quickly, trying to sound light and chatty.
   He stepped back half into the bathroom doorway of the narrow short
entrance hall to let her past and she walked into the room and across to a
small round table near the window.  She put the tray down and turned to
watch him approach from across the entrance.  He stopped a few feet short
of her; both regarding each other with some curiosity and not a little
suspicion.  Without a word she awkwardly hand him the Room Service check
pad to sign.  He took it, glanced at it and signed it using the pen she had
given with the pad.  She studied him as he was signing the pad.
   "How are you?" she had asked politely.
   "Oh...I'm fine," he answered as he handed her back the Room Service pad.
   She did not answer but took the pad and looked at it.
   "This is too much," she said simply.
   He looked at her somewhat puzzled.
   "The tip...it's too much," she said.  "The meal was only fifteen pounds
thirty pence.  You tipped me a tenner," she said.  "Over sixty percent and
there is already a service charge included."
   "Oh forget it," he said with a nervous laugh.  "I keep thinking in
Euros...ten Euros is a standard tip for room service," he added.
   "Euros?" she asked quizzically.
   "Yes...I live in Brussels...working for a company supporting the EU
parliament," he explained.
   "Oh...I see," Julie said with surprise on her face as she looked at him.
   He was still handsome.  The dark hair had a few strands of grey at the
sideburns.  But it was still thick and full on his head.  He was six foot
and athletically built.  He always had been trim and fit looking.  She'd
always thought of him as a stud.  And of course he was; her stud for three
years or more.  There was an awkward silence and she looked at the check
pad again.
   "Well thanks," she said.  "The English are usually so stingy...and
Americans who sort of invented tipping.  You'd expect them to be more
generous.  New Zealanders are generous...not wanting to offend it seems,"
she added with a chuckle.  "Germans and French are also OK as they want to
show how important they are," she added and smile wanly at him.
   Her face hardened as she stared at him.
   "Why did you go?" she said suddenly; her voice strained.
   "Julie I'm so sorry," he began apologetically.  "It all happened so
quickly...I never had time to say goodbye."
   His eyes were pleading for understanding on what she clearly did not
know.
   "What was it...what happened that you simply vanished?" she said
studying his face intently.
   "Samantha didn't tell you?" he said a little surprised.
   "Well she said you'd left...that you'd done something terrible, but she
never opened up to me.  And of course I knew about the divorce and
everything...but I never knew why," she said and she sat back on the arm of
the sturdy chair by the small table.
   She gazed at him sadly.
   "Why couldn't you have said something...anything...I loved you," she
said as tears welled in her eyes.
   He stepped forward and took her upper arms lightly.
   "Julie...it was impossible.  For what it's worth, I had an affair...it
was stupid...it meant nothing but of course Natalie never saw it that way.
And...well, calling home to speak to a fifteen year old girl...the best
friend to my daughter...it just wasn't feasible.  Not safe.  What if I
struck your mother...or father?  What could I say about why I was calling,"
he said; his voice now almost a pleading whine.
   "You could have got a message to me somehow," she said wiping her eyes.
"I was devastated...and Sam didn't help.  Cursing and bad-mouthing you."
   "But she never said why...just that I had done something terrible?" he
asked somewhat surprised Samantha had not confided in Julie as her best
friend.
   Julie nodded and wiped her tears with her fingers.
   "I'm afraid Samantha has cut me off cold," he said sadly.  "I was
surprised that Natalie would not contemplate counseling or marriage
guidance and she ditched me without question.  But I never thought Sam
would diss me so hard," he said sadly.
   Julie stared at him blankly.
   "Anyway, Natalie threw me out...I never actually went back home.  She
just packed up my things and had them sent to the flat here in London," he
said sadly.
   He paused briefly and continued.
   "Then there was her solicitor and the divorce petition.  I realized
early on that there was no way back.  It all turned very ugly despite me
wanting it to be amicable, and she took me to the cleaners.  Got the house,
the contents, everything." he said ruefully.  "She graciously left me one
of our cars for what it was worth, and that was that really.  I was
fortunate a friend at the Foreign Office heard of this position in
Brussels...so I jumped at it.  Thought it would be a good way to rebuild my
life...abroad as it were," he explained.
   "I never knew any details," she said quietly.  "I can see why you would
want to leave...to start again.  I knew Samantha was down on you for
whatever you did.  I did wonder if you had been unfaithful...to Natalie,"
Julie said.
   She looked at him.
   "Unfaithful to both me and Natalie as it turns out," she said, her mouth
tightening.
   "I'm sorry Julie.  You can see how badly I've screwed up my life.  I've
lost Natalie for ever; God knows if I'll ever get Sam back...and
well...then there was you," he said tapering off and looking at her.
   Julie sat perched on the arm of the chair and looked at him and digested
what he had told her.  She could see how it went bad so quickly.  And he
was right about it being dangerous to try and contact her.  It now fitted
what she had seen due to her closeness with Samantha.  His apparent
disappearance was now understandable.
   "There IS me," Julie said staring at him.
   "What?" he said looking a little confused.
   "You said there WAS me," she said slowly standing.  "There IS
me...still," she added.
   He can't recall who made the first move.  But they were equally frantic
in their haste to get at least their lower half of clothing off.  They had
embraced urgently and kissed passionately.  Richard slid his hand under her
skirt and felt the fullness of her sex in her panties.  This was the cue
for Julie to feverishly open his flies and feel his rapidly hardening cock.
She groaned at the feel of it.  She had learned all too well over her young
sexual history that Richard was hung.  And he was still by far her best
lover, with perhaps her having tried too many men too quickly as he left
the vacuum in her life.  She got his belt undone and the waist of his
trousers open to push his pants and underpants past his knees.  As he undid
the zip in the back of her skirt it went the way of his trousers; only the
skirt was completely separated from her feet and lay crumpled on the floor.
He pushed her back on the bed so her buttocks perched on the side; one leg
splaying across the bed and the other spread out with the heel on the
floor. Richard pushed deeper as Julie clung to him; shoving as hard as he
could to go as deep as he could.  Julie was clinging to him and gasping and
grunting in pleasure at being fucked so vigorously and the spontaneity of
their coupling so soon after meeting again.  She had always been like this;
so carnal, almost ferral in her sexual encounters.  Richard was spurred on
by the knowledge she was enjoying the fuck immensely and that she would
orgasm just by penetration and the in-out act of the fuck.  One of the few,
if not the only woman he had had sex with, that could orgasm by simple
fucking.  He strained and groaned trying to fight the inevitable.  She
sensed he was close.
   "Wait...wait...stay with me...Richard...wait...I'm close...nearly
there," she panted in concern he might cum before he got her.
   She had been urging her body against him and relishing the thickness and
length of his cock.  She had missed him so much these three years since. 
Shoving her hips back to match his thrusts Julie concentrated on the
growing pleasure creeping through her body and rubbed hard as he bottomed
out each stroke.  She gritted her teeth and worked hard against him.  It
was difficult with one leg spread across the bed; her other splayed out
with her foot on the floor.  Her blouse bunched up under chin as he had
ravished her breasts with her bra pushed up.  She got there.  Felt the
sweet nagging ache that signaled her orgasm.  Her straining and grunting
through her clenched teeth suddenly gave way to a pure low wail of pleasure
as she came.  Trembling and shuddering.  It tipped Richard over the edge
and he pushed harder and began spewing into her tightness; cumming hard as
she clung to him and cradled his head.  Julie already wanting to lapse into
her afterglow, but encouraging him with whispers of encouragement as he
finally emptied himself into her.  As he lay with his head buried in the
crook of her shoulder and neck, the tears flowed and she wept.  It had been
so long since she was truly fucked this way.  Fucked better by Richard than
any man had since.  He could drugher with sex.  He always had; since the
very beginning.  And he was like a man dependent on drugs when he craved
for her.
   Afterwards he had laid on her and still sheathed in her; as they touched
each other's face lightly.  She had wept in joy at finding him again and
also because of the powerful release she had.  He was a great lover.  Her
first.  She learned everything from him.  He had taught her everything she
had wondered about.  He had noted a small obstruction at the top of her sex
and he eased back and his eyes opened wide as he saw the little stud in the
hood over her clitoris.  She smiled at him as she watched his face change
as he saw it.
   "I've had my nipples done to," she grinned.  "And my belly button."
   He lifted the flap of her blouse and saw the stud in her belly button.
He noted too that her sex was clean shaven.  Richard shook his head in
wonderment but grinned at her as he lifted her bra and now realized she had
a ring through each nipple.
   "How the hell...why?" he said with a bemused chuckle.
   "My self destructive rebellious period," she said.  "Just before the
Goth period," and she lovingly stroked his hair.
   "Does your mother...?" he began to ask and she burst out laughing.
   "God no.  These were all gained secretly when I was at high school," she
giggled.
   "Samantha...did she...as well?" Richard began.
   Julie shook her head sadly.
   "No...Sam and I had stopped seeing each other by then.  She went back
into her shell.  And I got into a bit of strife...boys...that sort of
thing...and I got shipped off to a Monday to Friday boarding school," she
said, pulling a face as if she had recalled something unpleasant.
   She hugged him and they kissed.
   It didn't work...I still found boys...well...you can guess the rest,"
she added.
   "Hmmm...I guess I must take some blame for that," he said ruefully.
   "Yes you must," she said looking into his face.  "But we can't cry over
spilt milk now, can we?" she said with a wry smile.  "How long are you in
London for?"
   "I leave tomorrow evening," he said.
   "Can't you stay...another day?" she asked and hugged him again.
   "I can't Julie.  I have a presentation at the parliament on Thursday
morning," he said shaking his head and wishing he could stay another day at
least.
   "Oh poop," Julie said and squeezed him with her sex; his cock still hard
and sheathed in her.  "I'll have to come back when I finish then," she
smiled knowingly.
   "What time do you get off?" he asked with a sly grin.
   "Eight o'clock,' she grinned.
   "Then you definitely must come back then," he said and they kissed
again. "What time do you start tomorrow?" he asked after they broke the
kiss.
   "Noon tomorrow," she said pulling a face.  "I wished I didn't have to
work."
   "I have to be at the British Parliament buildings tomorrow at nine
anyway," he said knowing there would only be tonight.
   "Poop," she repeated glumly.
   He stood up and slowly pulled his trousers up, tucking his slowly
deflating cock into his shorts before tidying up his trousers.  Julie
climbed off the bed and pulled a face as she felt between her legs.  She
walked awkwardly to the bathroom.
   "I'll just have a wee wipe down under here," she said with a chuckle and
she disappeared into the small poky bathroom.
   Having promised to return when she finished work, she had kissed him
passionately before weeping a little more in joy at finding him again, and
then left him.  Richard had turned to his meal as she walked back to the
elevator to go back down to her station off the lobby.  She hated the job.
But ironically it was the job she had been at for the longest time since
leaving school.  There was no thought of university for her.  Not like
Samantha.  She had left home at sixteen with her father's warning of dire
consequences in her ears; her mother screeching how silly she was and how
ungrateful she was being to them.  She fell in with a group of other
aimless unskilled teens and began her Goth phase.  She quickly moved
through a series of short lived boyfriends to now be with a young Irishman
called Liam that she had paired up with.  He hadn't been a Goth and he had
lured her out of that scene.  She had died her hair blond to hasten the
return to her natural blonde coloring without the stark contrast of her
dyed jet black hair with the blond roots reappearing as it grew.  Liam had
said it would help her get a job if her hair looked natural without blonde
roots coming through on black.  Liam had carefully avoided getting a job
and they lived on her meagre wages and tips.  He couldn't get the dole
because he was Irish so he was having a quiet relaxing time on Julie's
behalf.  Reading James Joyce and Yeats and suchlike as he rolled thin
joints and smoked pot while she lay with her head on his lap.  Liam was a
lousy lover; prone to premature ejaculation or stage fright.  He never
seemed to strike a happy medium.  Meeting Richard again after three years
was more than an emotional catharsis to her; she needed a damn good fuck.
He'd taught her what she now regarded as her right.  He was the only one
who seemed to be able to give it to her the way she wanted it.  She thought
briefly about Samantha, her best friend from their preteen and early teen
days.  Samantha had gone to ground such that Julia had lost touch with her
as well.  She had heard that Natalie was on the verge of remarrying.  She
wondered if Richard was aware of that.  She checked her recall.  Natalie
would actually be married again by now.  This was something she heard
before she left home.
   ****
   Alone in his hotel room Richard tried to review his notes for the
presentation he was to give the next day.  But he couldn't help thinking
about this chance meeting of Julie again.  Reflecting on how awkward they
both felt when he opened the door.  And how they had quickly wound up
fucking urgently on the bed.  Two equals giving each other the best of
their sexual attention; each seeking pleasure from and for the other.  Just
like old times really.  She had grow with him and learned well.  Demanding
equality in their sexual relationship.  He had taken her virginity and had
started a full sexual relationship that he truly believed was based on
their love for each other.  A love both knew they could never reveal to the
world.  He had taught her to enjoy their sex.  Learning with total surprise
and glee that she was one of the low percentage of females given to deep
satisfying vaginal orgasms.  He had seen that almost from the very
beginning.  That was what she demanded as they fucked on the bed earlier.
Nothing but equality.
   She arrived back at his room some time after eight thirty.  Complaining
that some `bitch called Harraway' had made her wait for some guy that had
yet to check in.  He'd preordered a meal and she was to deliver it. 
Scowling and complaining to the kitchen hands who teased and laughed with
her about the crusty old house manager Harraway.  There was a brief
welcoming embrace and then a slow managed strip tease of each other as the
kissed and felt each other as the clothes were discarded.  He saw the rings
through her nipples and the two studs.  One in her navel and one through
the top of her labia over her clitoris.  There was also a small serpent
tattooed on one buttock and what looked like a tiny cartoon mouse close in
to one of the puffy cheeks of her pubis near one of her labia.  Julie had
been a busy girl.
   "I've got the hole in the tongue for the stud to," she had giggled
later. "But management don't approve of me wearing it."
   "Why on earth?" he had started to say but he left it at that and shook
his head in disbelief; grinning at her as he crouched to inspect the stud
in her labia.
   She cradled his head and the expectation was obvious.  Richard went down
on her and gave her a long thorough, languid eating out.  Three years may
have passed since he last did this with her, but neither had forgotten;
Julie squirming in obvious arousal and delight.  He was still the best. 
The emotional attachment they had came flooding back and he had her
gibbering and sobbing in pleasure as she was racked with orgasms that's
seemed to consume her forever.  Julie had many sex partners in those three
years but none measured up to Richard.  After she was almost begging him to
giver her some breathing space after he had left her too sensitive to any
more of his urgent stabbing tongue, he mounted her.  Julie opening her legs
and holding them behind her knees as he slid home.  She sighed in enjoyment
and wept from the emotion of him being with her like this.  She clung to
him as he indulged himself fucking her deep.  Occasionally rearing back a
little and watching her face as she was clearly enjoying the pounding he
was giving her.  She had learned so much since the day he took her
virginity.  Their signals were just like married couples make in their
sexual intimacy and they barely missed a beat.  She clung to him with her
legs wrapped over his buttocks as he came hard in her for a second time
that day; the tears of joy streaming down her face.
   "You're the best," she sobbed in joy.  "You're always the best.  No one
else can come close," she had sniffed as he climbed off her and they
cuddled on top of the double bed.
   It sounded so incomprehensible; a young vivacious eighteen year old
woman singing the praises of the sexual prowess of a forty-four year old
man who had taken her virginity as a twelve year old prepubescent girl. 
The room darkened as they slept and night came fully.
   They woke about eleven o'clock.  Both surprised at how late they had
dozed after the sex.
   "I'm starving," Julie had said rolling to look at him.  "Can we order
room service?"
   "Sure can," he smiled and idly toyed with one of her nipple rings.
   She reached for the phone and pressed the Room Service button and hand
him the receiver.  He recited an order she whispered to him and smiling at
her, hung up the phone.
   "You know the menu by heart," he grinned.
   "It's not hard," she said wryly.  "Not very inspiring but it will fill
the gap."
   "We've already filed the gap," he joked crudely.
   "Yes we did," she grinned and they kissed.
   "How long will it take to deliver this time of night?" Richard asked.
   "Most likely forty minutes or so," she said.  There's only Syed on
tonight; Tuesday's are usually slow.  The hotel is not even half full," she
explained.
   She hid in the bathroom when the young Pakistani man Syed delivered the
order.  He smiled showing large white teeth.
   "You must be hungry," Syed said glancing around the room.
   He had guessed there was someone, probably a woman, in the bathroom as
the door was closed.  That's what guests usually did.  Hide their guest
they did not want to be seen while the order that was clearly enough for
two people was delivered.  To Syed it was likely there was a prostitute or
someone he wasn't meant to see in the bathroom.  Richard signed the order
check and the young man glanced at the five pound tip and made a small
face. Clearly not enough for a thirty pound meal in his expectation.
   "Thank you sir...have a good night," he gushed over-enthusiastically,
and left the room.
   "Creep," Julie bemoaned as she came out of the bathroom and flicked the
intrusion bar across the door.  "He gives the creeps," she snorted.
   She had found the solitary bathrobe behind the door and put it on. 
Richard had dressed in his shirt and pants.
   "How much did you tip him?" she asked picking up a chip and eating it.
"Ooh nice and hot," she said before he could answer.
   "I gave him a fiver," Richard said taking a chip and agreeing it was
hot. "He seemed too friendly for me."
   "That's all the prick deserves," she said acerbically.  "He'll know
someone was in there," she said candidly.  "We always know when there is
someone else in the room.  Fortunately the smell of chips would have killed
the pong of sex," she said smiling at him and nudged him playfully with her
elbow.  "As long as he doesn't know it was me.  I'll get the sack if they
find out I came her like this."
   Richard's eyes widened at her comment.
   "You're not allowed to fraternize with guests?" he asked taking more
chips.
   "No...strictly off limits.  If I want to bang a guest, I take him
somewhere else," she said with a grin.
   "I feel flattered you'd take the risk," he grinned and stepped back to
let her get better access to the food.
   She ate ravenously.  He picked and nibbled at bits and pieces and she
soon had cleared most of the plate.  He was astonished she could eat so
much.  He sat in one of the battered armchairs and watched her.  She
finished picking and wiped her hands.  As if seeing him for the first time,
she gave him a knowing grin and came over and straddled him; rubbing her
crotch against his and they embraced and kissed.  He opened the robe and
fondled her breasts, playing with the nipple rings.
   "That must have hurt," he chuckled.
   "Nope, they deadened me nips before they did it," she said.
   "They?" Richard inquired.  "There was more than one person needed to do
this?"
   "Well she...it was a woman.  A lot of feminine boutiques have branched
out from doing bikini wax.  Now piercing is the big money spinner," she
said taking one of her breasts and rubbing the ring in the nipple.
   "Well with all of today's young girls going shaved, I'd have thought
bikini waxing was a dying art," he grinned and he rubbed her bald pubis.
   "It's still waxed," she said.  "Wax, Veet and a daily touch up with a
razor," she said candidly.
   He was turned on by her and she saw the hunger in his eyes.  She drew
him back to the bed and he quickly stripped him once more.  He crouched and
ate her out with Julie lying with the white bathrobe open; splayed out
either side of her.  This time he introduced some arse play and soon had a
finger in her anus alongside the two in her vagina.  She was bucking and
whining in pleasure as the rapid series of shallow orgasms went through her
like a string of miniature firecrackers going off.  After he let her relax
and enjoy the afterglow of the intense pleasure she had enjoyed, he slowly
worked her anal ring with a second finger.  Realising her sex was too
sensitive from the recent oral sex and fingering, to keep rubbing away at
it.
   "In my handbag," she mumbled dozily.
   "What about your handbag," he said quietly and started tonguing her
nipples; flicking his tongue around the ring piercing the taught dark
nubbins.
   "There's some lube," she said quietly.  "I got some this afternoon...I
thought...maybe..." and she tapered off.
   He looked at her and then scanned the room for her plain black handbag
she had brought with her.  She had kicked it under the desk out of sight so
room service would not see it.  Richard went to it and opened it and found
a small packet containing a tube of KY.  There was little secret why she
had bought it.  They only ever used lube when he sodomized her.  Anal sex
had been one of their frequent sex acts; particularly if she had her
period. She did not have her period tonight and clearly she had thought
about getting fucked in the arse.  There was no need to be coy about it and
he discarded the cardboard box and took the tube to the bed.  With very
little ceremony, he simply applied a good amount of the gel to her anus;
also slicking the valley of her butt clef.  He then stroked himself to
reinstate his flagging erection.  She watched him through half closed eyes.
Beckoning him to her and dragging him over her face by his cock.  Lying
back she sucked him harder as he straddled her.  She took the tube of KY
and with the cock close to her face, and she lubed him.  When she was
satisfied he was greasy enough for easy entry, she dropped the KY tube on
the bed beside her and smiled sweetly at him.
   "There you go Tiger," she grinned.
   He took her in the missionary position.  Julie lifting her buttocks off
the bed with her hands as he slowly nudged his cock in past her sphincter.
She was practiced at receiving a cock in her arse; taught to her by Richard
as part of her sexual education.  With Julie breathing carefully and
pushing gently as if having a crap, Richard's cock easily slid home.  She
sighed and wrapped her legs around him and she lay back and let him indulge
himself fucking her arse.  He went at it vigorously.  Leaning over her with
her legs wrapped around as he moved his hips obscenely and ploughed her
arse deep.  Julie's hands roved all over his bare back and she rolled her
head back and he kissed her throat.  He didn't last long.  He came in a
rush; gasping and groaning as he filled her bowel.  He stayed in her and
they fell into a deep post-sexual sleep.
   They had slept much longer that night of their reunion.  They fucked
once more near daybreak and he took her on her side.  Julie holding a leg
up as he straddled her leg on the bed and he filled her deeply and brought
her to a gorgeous orgasm.  Richard then catching her afterglow by cumming
deep in her; with his early morning hard-on feeling pumped fuller than it
had ever been.  Julie fell asleep almost immediately and she was still near
comatose when he checked out.  He had thought of waking her but he would
have been late.  There was not enough time to swap contact points or plan
any future follow up.  He was rushing; almost in a panic to get away to the
Foreign Office by nine o'clock.  With bitter sweet feelings, he slipped
from the hotel room.  Sad that he may never see her again.  Happy that he
had seen her at all when he thought she was lost to him.  But he knew they
had no future together.  Her sudden appearance the night before was not
anticipated and he made the most of it.  Later that afternoon as he sat in
the taxi heading to Heathrow he reflected on the events of the previous
night.  Despite how hot the sex was, he realised that he could never go
back.  Given his major life changes, Julie had no future in it. 
Regretfully he acknowledged it was best their reunion was brief and short
lived.
   ***
   JULIE...AGAIN
   Richard sat and stared out the window into the cloud that enveloped the
plane as he flew back to Brussels that evening; thinking constantly about
Julie and their reunion.  His heart saddened by walking out on her again.
But what else could he do?  Their relationship was doomed if he thought he
could somehow rekindle what he had when she was a preteen through to her
mid-teens.  Sure she was a healthy young woman.  But that was the point;
her age.  Time passed quickly and there was a possibility he may have to go
back to London; but that was postponed so any thought of going back to the
hotel near Seven Dials to look for her was quashed.  Despite the drastic
event that led him to Brussels, Richard had had a dream run with women.  He
quickly found the life in the capitol of the Euro Parliament was full of
eager, young, and attractive, European women of all nationalities who were
not averse to casual relationships.  His cup ran over with the frequency he
bedded women whom he had barely known for more than a couple of drinks. 
Against this permissive smorgasbord of sexual possibilities, Richard soon
barely thought of Julie.  It was one Thursday afternoon when he and a small
group working in a sub committee on some trade paper, came out of the lift
in the office block where they had assembled for their meeting.  A young
Spanish woman named Isabel, who worked for the Spanish delegation, had
accepted his invitation for a drink.  Richard had designs on the beautiful
young woman and she had been very friendly, and occasionally discretely
flirtatious with him.  As he stood while the Isabel and others began to
shake hands and bid each other farewell Richard looked towards the main
front windows of the office building and his jaw dropped as he saw Julie
standing just outside of the main doors looking in at him.  She smiled with
a broad grin when she saw him and waved gustily.  Richard walked quickly to
the front door as Isabel stood watching with surprise as he left.  From the
distance, Julie appeared in her mid-twenties; not nineteen as she was.  She
was dressed in tight jeans and short sleeved shirt with her hair tied
loosely in two broad pigtails that hung over her ample breasts.  His heart
leapt.  He had to admit she looked darned appealing standing there smiling
at him.  How the hell did she find him?  He got to put that question to her
as soon as he stepped past security and out onto the pavement.  They
embraced and she went to kiss him passionately but he moved his head so she
kissed his cheek as is the European custom.  Her face fell and she looked
hurt he did not kiss her properly.
   "You're angry with me," she said staring at him.
   "No I'm not," he said firmly and hugged her as a father would hug his
daughter.  "How on earth did you find me," he said with a laugh.
   His laughter broke her worried look and she laughed nervously in
response.
   "Well I thought it couldn't be that hard," she grinned as he held her in
an embrace of greeting.  "After all, all of you political types must hang
out somewhere together," she grinned.
   "But there are numerous buildings here in Brussels," he said to point
out how misplaced her logic was.
   "Yes well there was only one Englishman called Richard Fielding and
after a few mishits, I met some guy who vaguely remembered you.  He was
clearly trying to find out who I was and what I was about...I think he
wanted to get into my knickers," she added with a giggle.  "And he went to
some length to find out for me that you were normally based here.  So here
I am," she said holding her hands out in the universal `ta-daaa' pose.
   "Did you let this young man think that perhaps he might get into your
knickers if he helped you find me," he said with a sly grin.
   "I might have," she giggled.  "I mean he might have got he wrong idea,"
and she laughed at her trickery.
   He shook his head in disbelief at her audacity.
   "So where are you staying?" he asked looking at her inquiringly.
   "With you...I thought...if that's OK," she said looking surprised he had
not assumed she was here to be with him.
   "Oh...right...of course," he stammered.  "I just didn't want to be
presumptuous," he said with a nervous laugh, and glanced back into the
building.
   Isabel had lingered after the rest of their party had dispersed and she
was obviously waiting for some guidance from Richard as to what was
happening.
   "Give me a minute," he said turning to Julie and then he went inside. 
Julie watched him talking briefly with the attractive young dark haired
woman who looked a little miffed he apparently was apologizing for breaking
a date or some sort.  Richard came back out to her and indicated the
direction they set off in to go back to his apartment.
   "Who was that?" Julie asked turning back to see the woman Richard had
been talking to had just come out of the building and was walking in the
opposite direction.
   "Oh just a colleague of mine," he said quickly, as if it was
unimportant.
   "I think she's wanting to get into your knickers," Julie said with a
grin and nudged his arm playfully.
   Richard blushed and grinned knowingly; feeling smug Julie had obliquely
paid him a compliment that the much younger woman fancied him.
   "Perhaps," he said with a grin.
   "Who did you say I was?" Julie asked impishly.
   "I said you were a friend of my daughter's that was in town for a few
days," he answered candidly.  "I'm right aren't I?"
   "Partly...more an ex-friend of your daughters," she corrected wryly.
   "Is it bad between you and Samantha?" he asked; interested in her
remark.
   "I can't really say if it is or isn't," Julie began.  "She just dissed
me as soon...as soon as..." she said and tapered off; glancing at Richard
to complete what she was fishing for.
   "Since I got caught cheating on Natalie," he said grimly.  "That's what
you were searching for?"
   "Well I knew something catastrophic had happened, but Samantha just
clammed up and suddenly she didn't want to see me," Julie explained.  "I
tried to find out why but she just froze me out.  I honestly thought she
had discovered about you and I which is why she stopped answering my texts
and calls.  Our friendship dried up just like that...almost overnight. 
What on earth happened?"
   "Ah...not a discussion for right now.  Let's wait until we get home," he
said quickly.  "Is that all the luggage you have?" he asked changing the
topic.
   Richard changed when they arrived back at his two bedroom apartment.  He
had indicated she could have the spare room with a single bed in it.  She
grinned knowingly and drew her wheelie bag into his room and laid it
against the wall on one side of the bed and unzipped it.  He smiled
contentedly realizing she was here for him; to share his bed.  He felt
happy she had come looking for him, yet there was a feeling of uneasiness
about what her long term intentions were.  As amoral and desirous as she
was, he had a good life here in Brussels and the prospect of anything more
than a passing visit, with some hot sex, was a little daunting.  He was not
looking for a partner; especially not one who was twenty-eight years his
junior.  There were a number of eligible older women more compatible with
his age; that wouldn't invite inquiring glances and stares as it would if
he went out regularly with a woman as young as Julie.  As he took off his
business shirt and stood in his shorts, Julie stopped her fussing about in
her modest sized suitcase and stood and walked towards him; a look of
intent on her pretty face.  He chuckled and gave a mock groan "oh God,
Julie" as she knelt and fished his cock out of his shorts.
   "Mmmm," she said with a grin and started licking it as if it were a
lollipop; skillfully stroking him so he quickly became hard.
   He allowed her to indulge them both with her expert combination of
mouth, tongue and hand and soon he had to make her slow down.
   "Oh fuck I'm so close," he gasped.
   "Then go with it," she purred, licking the head with her tongue as she
peered up at his face; a picture of joy and confusion as he was close to
blowing his load.
   "I want to cum in you," he said; gasping at the effect her tongue was
having.
   Without a word she quickly stood and shucked her top and a brief
camisole she wore underneath.  She wore no bra and her nipples were obvious
on her full breasts; taut and erect.  She was clearly aroused.  Richard
slid his shorts off and stood naked, slowly stroking his cock as she
shucked her jeans and then moved quickly to the bed and lay across it;
lifting her legs with her buttocks perched at the edge of the bed.  He
moved quickly and pushed his cock towards her bare sex, pausing to engage
it correctly.  He went in with one even shove.
   "Oh fuck...yes," Julie groaned in unison with his loud gasp of delight
at sheathing himself to the hilt in her.
   Richard took her by the ankles and lifted her feet high and wide; and
standing between her legs he began to fuck her steadily.  Julie groaned her
enjoyment and wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him to her.  Now
leaning over her she could kiss him and she teased his tongue with hers,
and sucked his lips with a sloppy open mouth series of passionate kisses.
As always, she was highly sexed up.  They fucked in unison.  Julie lifting
her hips to meet him and soon she was groaning and using obscenities to
gasp how good it was.  They didn't last long; Julie starting to jerk and
shudder as the spasms of a quick hard orgasm rushed through her body. 
Richard caught her timing and shoved quickly and deep and matched her such
that he began gasping "oh geezus, fuck...oh God...so fucking good" and such
like as he came hard into her.  It was like old times.  The age gap was
still there but Julie was now a young woman.  The sex was hot and
passionate even if the carnal allure of the prepubescent girl was long
gone. Richard felt comfortable and content.  As they petted and kissed
lightly in afterglow, he felt she could stay as long as she liked.  Right
now any practical problem with her age was irrelevant.
   If he thought she was here for a few days she quickly put that thought
out of his mind.  She told him how she had been sacked from the hotel where
she had last met him in London.  She described being caught fast asleep in
the bed of his room when the housemaid had come to clean it.  The housemaid
who found her curled up in the bed had grassed her up to the management and
as per policy, she got the sack.  She had her wages and some tips owing
which got her by for a few weeks.  But supporting her idle Irish boyfriend
Liam saw the money run out.  She registered for the dole but there was
always a stand down period when someone was sacked so they struggled.  She
eventually realized Liam was a deadbeat, and had no intention of
contributing to their meagre existence She moved in with a friend and got
casual bar work and scraped together what she could and set out to find
Richard.  She admitted he had stirred all the old emotions and longing in
her.  He had listened to her tale politely and felt happy she wanted to
find him again, but once more his concern she might have ideas of a long
term relationship niggled away at him.  She made noises about getting some
sort of a job.  This mention of getting a job was a real concern but he
said nothing.  In his heart he believed she would tire of him.  That the
age gap and his lifestyle would soon tell and she would leave him on some
pretext or other.  He decided to let things run whatever course came along.
   He told her the circumstances surrounding the discovery of his affair
with Rita, the teenage office girl at his previous job.  She looked shocked
yet was accepting of the details; she had guessed infidelity was probably
what had happened but did not know Natalie and Samantha had actually walked
in on him and Rita actually fucking in the bedsit flat.  She said she now
saw that Samantha had shunned her through extreme embarrassment; believing
Julie would find out what Richard, had done and so shamed her and her
mother.
   "For awhile I thought Natalie and Sam had found out about you and me,"
she confessed.  "That they never said anything to my parents to protect you
from going to prison, but also sent you packing in disgrace."
   She said she had her own problems with her parents about college and had
run out after a heated fight when she was nearly seventeen.  Making her way
to London where she had fallen in with what were commonly called Goths. 
She dyed her hair jet black and cut it much shorter than she normally wore
it.  Painting her nails black and wearing dark eye makeup for effect, to go
with the mainly black or dark colored clothes the group wore.  Somewhere
during the months she lived in squats and crashed in pokey dives that some
of the working Goths rented, she had sporadic contact with her mother and
heard that Samantha and Natalie had moved away from where they lived when
Samantha went to college.  That was the last news she had of Richard's
daughter; her schoolgirl best friend gone forever.  She mentioned as an
aside that she had also heard Natalie had remarried; and Richard sat
feeling somehow gutted by this news.  He thought he had moved on completely
so his reaction to the news of Natalie remarrying took him by surprise.
   Julie quietly rambled on about the mistakes and bad choices she made in
a relatively short period of time after she left home.  She did not
elaborate but he got the inference she had even resorted to sporadic
prostitution to make ends meet when really desperate.  Her world was one of
having a good time; booze, pills, and by the sounds of it, frequent sex
with a variety of boys, and girls, in her scene.  She confessed to a number
of m�nages with about seven or eight of her clan which seemed to become
more and more frequent in their hedonistic lifestyle.  A short sharp
infection of STD and visits to a free clinic sobered her up on her
promiscuous behavior and she became more circumspect about who she bedded
with.  She met the Irish guy Liam and somehow he drew her away from the
indulgent lifestyle she had fallen into.  Only to then eventually realize
he was a dead end, if at least not necessarily a bad person.  And then of
course there was the chance meeting with Richard at the hotel in Seven
Dials and now here she was.  Richard had listened quietly and then started
to tell her his story; and how in comparison to Julie's spiral downwards,
his recovery from his infidelity was remarkably quick and effective.  And
he confessed that on most levels, he was actually more contented than he
could have imagined he could be without Natalie.  He'd come to see that
their marriage was very cosy and uninspiring.  That he'd never really
appreciated how much Samantha's needs seemed to dominate the family's
decisions.  The downside of having an only child, he said.  They were
invariably spoiled and took center stage.  Julie blanched when he said
this, being as she was an only child.  But she said nothing to remind him
and let him continue.  He conceded that Samantha being spoiled and the
centre of attention was no excuse for the affair he had with Rita.  And the
relationship between him and Julie was gong to be impossible in the long
term which he did not see back then.  The furore over his affair with Rita
was in some ways a good bad thing to have happen to him.  He had come out
of it perhaps stronger than when he went in.  He admitted he regretted the
way it turned out; particularly that he had lost Samantha and confessed he
had no idea where she was.  Julie sat in silence; feeling hurt he had seen
their relationship as impossible and had not expressed regret at losing
her.
   The first days of Julie coming to stay were marked by nights of hard
carnal sex.  The pair quickly revisited their past sexual repertoire. 
Julie got a job as she said she would; working as a waitress for a good
quality restaurant in the central part of Brussels.  Having to work most
evenings quickly curtailed the nightly, sweaty aggressive sex and both were
contented to have their sex-life drop back to a more sedate pace based on
the quality not the quantity of coupling.  Mostly ruled by the lateness
Julie finished most nights.  Before he knew it, she had been with him a
month.  His liaisons with women he met through his work dried up yet he was
not unhappy about it.  Still believing Julie would tire of him and move on.
He was lying dozing one evening when he heard Julie come into the
apartment. He smiled wearily to himself wondering if she would initiate
sex. He'd stupidly masturbated earlier when he'd got into bed; reliving the
image of preteen Julie to cum hard into a handkerchief.  Although he was
tired he knew Julie could get him up and going after previous ejaculations
and he lay waiting for her to come into bed.  He heard whispering and his
eyes opened in alarm realising Julie was talking to someone.  She was
either on her cellphone or there was someone with her.  He heard her go
past his door and then a weak light showed in the doorway.  She had gone
into the guest room.  The light disappeared as she must have closed the
guest room door.  Richard was suspicious of what she was doing and he
slipped out of bed and put his robe on.  Moving quietly to the guest room
door, he slowly opened it; squinting as the light hit his eyes.  He peered
in and saw Julie standing at the end of the bed with a young girl.
   "Oh...Richard...I'm sorry," Julie said turning to him.  "I didn't mean
to wake you."
   The young girl looked alarmed and moved slightly behind Julie.  Richard
stared, mouth open at the girl and then back to Julie and back to the girl.
   "This is Anjou," Julie said evenly.  "She has nowhere to stay tonight. I
invited her home.  She can't be out on the streets again," she explained
quickly and stared at Richard for approval as she put an arm around the
girl's shoulder and gently hugged her as reassurance everything was OK.
   Richard blinked and shook his head in disbelief and then gazed around
the room absentmindedly as he was computing the situation.  Looking back at
Julie and the girl he shook his head slowly once more.
   "Where is Anjou's parents...her home?" he asked as a subtle challenge as
to why she was out on the streets at night anyway.
   "Well that I don't know," she said evenly.  "Her English isn't that
great and I don't speak very good Belgian, so we haven't communicated a
hundred percent yet.  I think she might be Dutch," Julie explained.  "She
did mention Hilversum which is in Holland I think."
   "Yes...yes it is," Richard answered.  "But what on earth is she doing in
Brussels?"
   "I think she might be a runaway," Julie said a little meekly," realising
Richard was not entirely welcoming of the girl.
   Richard stared at the girl who was clearly worried about what might
happen.  She suddenly made a move for the door and Julie reacted quickly
and headed her off.  Richard also placed himself between the door and the
two girls to stop Anjou leaving.
   "Anjou...stop, don't" Julie said firmly.  "You are staying here with us
tonight," she said taking hold of the girl's shoulders and looking into her
face.
   The girl stood uncertain as to what to do next.  Richard was now clearly
blocking the doorway.
   "Yes...yes of course," Richard said almost wearily; realising Julie was
right.
   It might have been folly to bring the girl back here but they couldn't
very well throw her out because Richard didn't know anything about her. 
She was just a kid; a very attractive kid at that.  She was quite tall and
slim with shoulder length straight blond hair and obviously just on puberty
judging by the swell of her breasts in her hooded sweatshirt; maybe twelve
or thirteen years of age.  She wore faded blue jeans that were tight around
her legs.  The hoodie came down over her crotch and covered the obvious
point of interest for men, which was a blessing of sorts.  It would be
dangerous for her on the streets late at night.  She would be a temptation
for unscrupulous men were she out alone.  Richard spoke to her in Flemish
and he saw her eyes move as she clearly understood him.  Julie looked at
Richard relieved he was now on board about Anjou staying here.  Realising
Anjou understood his halting Flemish; he insisted that she stay this night
and the they would look at her situation next morning.  He saw the girl
relax a little and she managed a weak smile and thanked him softly.  And so
that was that.  Richard and Julie had a house guest they knew little about.
Richard left Julie to settle the girl in for the night.  It was late;
nearly two o'clock in the morning.  Richard climbed back into bed and
waited.  Eventually Julie came into the room and he heard her undressing in
the dark and then she slipped into bed beside him.
   "Thank you," she whispered and kissed his cheek and snuggled in.
   "Did you lock the front door," he said quietly.
   "Yes...I always do.  Why?" Julie whispered.
   "In case Anjou is the bait.  To get into someone's home as a homeless
waif and then let robbers in when the Good Samaritans are asleep.
   "I never thought of that," Julie whispered, sounding a little uncertain.
   Richard slipped from the bed and padded silently out to the front door
of the apartment.  The door had a deadlock with an internal key left in the
lock.  He removed it.  If Anjou had ideas of opening the apartment to
sinister followers, she couldn't without the key.  He went back to the
bedroom taking the key with him and placing it in the top drawer of his
nightstand.  Mentally reminding himself it was there should they need to
evacuate urgently for whatever reason.  Unlikely but then Richard was a
pragmatist and he always thought of these things.  He slipped back into
bed.
   "We have a bit to talk about in the morning, don't we?" he whispered as
he slipped back into bed.
   "Yes...yes we do," Julie answered.  "I'm sorry.  I didn't think."
   He cuddled her to him and they drifted off to sleep.
   Somewhere just after daybreak, Richard rolled against Julie and pressed
his early morning hard on against her.  Almost mechanically she reached for
him and drew him over her as she lay on her back.  They fucked urgently and
expertly.  Their union matched by countless hours of fucking since Julie
was twelve.  Both cumming quickly and drifting off to sleep.  Richard awoke
about eight and slipped from the bed.  He went to the front door and
reassured himself he had locked it properly; reminding himself to return
the key to the deadlock.  He stood and looked along the short hall from
which both bedrooms and the bathroom opened off.  He walked quietly past
his bedroom to the guest room.  Julie had closed the door before leaving
Anjou the night before.  He opened the door quietly and poked his head in.
Anjou sat up in bed almost instinctively and stared at him in alarm.
   "It's OK," he whispered.  "Julie's asleep," he said in Flemish.
   The girl nodded and appeared to relax; looking around the room and
reminding herself where she was.  Richard walked to the bed and sat on the
side near her and looked at her.
   "What are we to do with you Anjou?" he said in a soft voice.
   The girl forced a smile and shrugged.
   "Have you been on the streets long?" he asked.
   ""Five, six nights maybe," she said in a low voice.
   "It's autumn...very cool," he said with a smile.  "It must have been
hard...very cold."
   She nodded.
   "Well...I don't know what to do with you...but if Julie wants you to
stay, I will agree for you to stay until we can decide what to do with you.
You realize you can't stay here indefinitely," he said cautiously; not
wanting to upset her.
   "If you let me stay...I won't be any trouble," she said smiling at him.
"I can get work...maybe with Julie...I can contribute to," she said firmly.
   He had to follow here speech carefully.  He could speak Flemish in a
passable fashion but she spoke faster than he could easily keep up.  His
face showed some confusion as he interpreted what she said.  Anjou mistook
his lack of immediate comprehension as a sign he did not agree, and as
Richard was forming her words into meaning; thinking in English, she
reached a hand to his bathrobe and deftly flicked the loose knot of the
belt.  Richard's eyes opened in amazement as the girl adjusted herself;
sitting up in bed and reaching for his flaccid cock exposed against one
thigh.  He jumped as she touched it and dropped a hand to hers in an
immediate reaction to stop her.  But instead of brushing her hand away, he
let his hand remain on top of hers.  Anjou's face went from alarm at his
first reaction to smiling acknowledgement that his hand staying where over
hers, was in fact encouragement.  It wasn't meant to be but Richard was
stunned to inaction by her brazen move and he simply sat motionless as her
hand moved under his and his cock started to harden rapidly.  The harder he
got the more Anjou manipulated his cock.  She gently brushed his hand off
hers to allow herself unfettered access to the now thick erect cock; and
before Richard knew it, she had leaned forward and gone down on him.
   Anjou blew him swiftly and expertly.  Months of working the streets as a
preteen prostitute had taught her how to get men quickly.  Let them blow
quickly so she could move on.  She preferred administering blow jobs as
opposed to full sex, but she had had to open her legs for more insistent
men who waved larger Euro notes at her in dark alleys; or the back seats of
discretely parked cars before in consort with her hand, she got Richard
quickly.  He gasped and grunted in delight and held the young Dutch girl's
head in his hands as he unloaded for a second time since daybreak.  Anjou
was skilled at keeping his cockhead in her mouth and had no qualms at
letting him spew into her throat; swallowing as each spurt hit the back of
her throat.  The last few spurts pooling weakly on her tongue and she
sluiced her mouth clear with saliva.  She sat back and wiped the back of
her mouth and flexed her jaw which ached a little as Richard was above
average in size.  Richard sighed in enjoyment and looked at her sitting
demurely up in bed.  Her firm young breasts obvious under the plain cotton
tee shirt she wore.  The blankets tucked against her lower abdomen as she
sat leaning back slightly against the bed head.
   "I can stay for awhile?" she asked sweetly and demurely wiped her lips
with a finger.
   It was a subtle display of sexual provocation.  It meant, `I can do that
any time you like'.
   "You can stay for awhile," Richard said with a chuckle.  "But one
rule...you do not bring anyone to this house...and you do not tell Julie
about this," he said in a low warning tone.
   Anjou smiled sweetly and nodded.
   "I understand," she said with a grin.
   Richard saw her piercing blue eyes sparkle as she realized she had a
place to stay; temporarily at least.  She had thanked him for letting her
stay with the best way she knew how.  He had no doubt there was more to
know about this girl and that there was a chance she could cause him some
problems.  Not the least of which was how to get her repatriated to her
native Holland.  But until then, she had shown just how willing she was to
convince him into letting her stay.  Richard squeezed her leg under the
blanket and stood and belted his robe.  He smiled and put a finger over his
lips to indicate quiet as well as discretion.  He left the room and Anjou
watched him go feeling much happier about being here.  She snuggled down in
bed after he had closed the door and smiled to herself.  `That was easy'
she thought, and she allowed herself to doze off.
   Julie slept until after ten.  Richard had called his office and said he
would not be in until after noon.  He wanted to discuss Anjou's presence
with Julie before she went back to work later that afternoon.  He had
concerns about Anjou.  Where would she go while Julie was at work?  He did
not want to leave her alone in his apartment between Julie leaving for work
and Richard getting home.  For the evening she was Ok as Richard would be
with her.  Richard had a light breakfast and Anjou joined him after nine
o'clock.  She had dressed in jeans but still only wore the tee shirt and no
bra she had in bed.  Richard noted she was not at all self conscious about
her breasts being obvious under the thin material.  But as he'd already had
her sucking his cock, it probably seemed redundant for her to show more
modesty.  They chatted as he made her some breakfast of croissants and jam
and coffee.  He was able to confirm she was indeed from Hilversum in
Holland and had made her way to Brussels with friends; a girl and a boy,
both in their teens.  They initially had somewhere to stay but recently,
there had been some sort of incident which saw Anjou separated from her
friends.  She did not elaborate on what happened but basically she could
not return to where they had been staying and had spent a couple of nights
sleeping rough on the street.  She had come to the back door of Julie's
restaurant and Julie had found her lurking in the back alley the kitchen
opened out to.  Julie had befriended her and slipped her food; uneaten food
from patron's plates returned to the kitchen.  Last night was the third
night she had gone to the restaurant kitchen door and Julie had decided she
could not stay on the street another night longer so had invited her home.
Richard found he was fast getting to understand her once he picked her
dialect and kept up with the speed of her delivery.  He gently touched on
the subject of prostitution and she was unabashed about saying it was how
she earned money.  He asked her about her family and she seemed to clam up;
obviously not wanting to say too much.  Richard decided it was because she
thought that if she provided too much detail on her home life, it would be
easier to have her sent back.  He sensed her home life was not something to
recommend it.  Julie joined them wearing Richard' robe and sat at the
table. Richard poured her a coffee and she pulled a croissant to pieces and
ate it without butter or spread.  He quickly recapped what Anjou and he had
discussed and Julie confirmed she had understood as much from the girl
despite the girl's lack of command of English.  Now Richard was
understanding of the basic fact he looked at Anjou.
   "I think you should have a shower Anjou," he said warmly.  "Let Julie
get you sorted and get yourself cleaned up.  I'm assuming it's been a day
or two since you have showered or bathed," he said smiling at her.
   Julie smiled warmly at Richard's apparent acceptance of Anjou and she
rose and ushered the girl to the bathroom; returning after about fifteen
minutes and sitting down with a smile on her face.
   "Thank you Richard.  I can't tell you how much I saw myself in her when
I first hit London," she said and squeezed his arm as a sign of
appreciation.
   "OK...some ground rules," he said simply.  "Until we can find out what
to do with Anjou, she can stay here.  But not indefinitely," he said
firmly. "As long as she understands I will seek to see her repatriated to
Holland, or taken care of here somehow...and I stress I won't turn her in
so she may be forcibly removed or sent to some institution."
   Julie nodded begrudging agreement.
   "You can cover Anjou while I am at work but she must leave when you go
to work, but she can return to meet me when I arrive home," he continued
and paused to see she understood.
   "You won't leave her here on her own?" Julie asked to confirm what he
meant.
   "Yes...we don't know enough about her or the accuracy of her story," he
said quickly.  "Until I am confident she not part of a street gang that
relies on Good Samaritans taking one of them in so they can gain access to
apartments, she's not to be here alone.
   Julie nodded her understanding although she was thinking Richard was
being over cautious.
   "What will she do those few hours before you get home; after I leave for
work?" she said cautiously
   "It will only be a couple of hours or so.  She can cool her heels
discretely somewhere until I get home.  Perhaps window shop, whatever, but
act normal so as not to draw attention to herself.  Certainly not pull
punters," he said.
   Julie looked aghast at his comment.
   "You think she's been prostituting herself?" she asked; looking
appalled.
   "She's as much as admitted its how she's been getting by," he said
casually.  "She was with another girl and a boy but she's become separated
from them.  I suspect they've been hustling ever since they came
here...probably before they came here.  Maybe they got busted and Anjou got
away."
   Julie looked genuinely sad at what Richard said.
   "That poor kid," she muttered glancing in the direction of the bathroom.
   "Here's a preloaded debit card.  There's about two fifty maybe two sixty
Euro on it.  Take her out and get her some basic clothes.  Get her a warm
top, some decent trainers, underwear...whatever.  There should be enough
for a few necessary bits.  She looks like all she has is what she stands up
in," he said handing her a plastic debit card.
   Julie took the card and stood up and embraced Richard warmly.
   "Thank you Richard.  I couldn't bear to see her out on the streets one
more night," she said softly and kissed him.
   So Anjou came to stay; temporarily at least.  Julie showered and dressed
and had Anjou wait, wearing an old robe of Richard's, while she washed and
dried the girl's clothes.  Richard went to work about noon and Julie took
Anjou out shopping.  Hitting the low cost department stores for sound basic
clothing.  They returned in time for Julie to get ready for work and then
the two left again.  At work, Richard thought of the situation that had
developed.  He had Julie living with him for over five weeks now, and there
seemed no suggestion when she would move on.  Now he had agreed that Anjou
could stay but he had no idea for how long or even how he could get rid of
her.  Anjou may be the easier of the two to turn out as he had no loyalty
to her and no compunction about turning her in to the Belgian authorities.
She was clearly in the country illegally and could be dealt with easily. 
But Julie had already developed a bond with the girl and that would be
where he would need to be circumspect.  He had already told Julie he would
seek to see Anjou was repatriated to the Netherlands in a respectful way;
hopefully with the girl's future assured.  But on the face of it, Richard
had two nubile young women living with him.  One he was already engaged in
a full sexual relationship with; the other very much disposed to going the
same way if the morning blow job was any indication.  He knew the girl went
for him so blatantly so as to persuade him to let her stay.  Of that he had
no doubt and he believed she would do whatever it took to see she was not
turned out.
   Anjou was waiting on the street for him when he arrived home from work
about six o'clock.  Standing patiently some distance back from the building
entrance so as not to be seen as loitering outside.  She had learned
quickly how to be discrete.  He beckoned her and she came to him quickly;
smiling at him as she approached.  She was wearing a light blue denim
jacket and a white sweatshirt which he recognized as new.  The jeans were
the same she had arrived in the day before but Julie had laundered them
that morning.  And she wore a new pair of black leather ankle boots which
Julie must have also bought for her.  Once inside the lift, Anjou quickly
embraced Richard and thanked him profusely for his generosity.  He chuckled
and muttered "your welcome" but any further words were stifled as the girl
kissed him full on the mouth.  She clung to him and once inside the
apartment her expectations were clear and there was little else for it but
to take her to his bedroom and fuck her.  He stripped her quickly and she
waited lying back on the bed with her legs open; rubbing her sex
seductively while he stripped.  He was certain the pose was rehearsed as
what was expected but he could care less she had been a working girl at her
tender age.  He was nearly fully erect and as he went to the nightstand to
take out a bottle of lubricant, he and Julie had bought to use when having
anal sex, she rolled on her side and took his cock in her hand.  He stood
watching her and she smiled sweetly and took him into her mouth; pulling
him around to face her as she lay on her side and sucked and wanked his
cock.  She soon had him close and had to get her to ease off, chuckling as
he disengaged her.  He held up the bottle of lube and she giggled and
rolled onto her back with her legs open and knees up.  He noticed the
sparse cover of pubic hair and wished she was bald.  She was a little older
than Julie was when he first took Julie's virginity; and Julie was bald
with her pubic thatch yet to show.  At his insistence, Julie kept herself
shaved once she did start to grow pubic hair.  He would see Anjou did the
same but for now this was fine.
   He knelt and lubricated the girl's sex; working copious amounts of the
slick lubricant inside of her vagina and around the sex lips.  When he was
ready, Richard wiped the residue from his hands to his cock and moved
between her legs on his knees.  Anjou reached for him.  She carefully
guided him in as he leaned towards her.  Once he was half engaged, she put
her hands to his upper arms and gave him a look of `OK' as if to signal he
could go for it.  Richard went for it; sliding into the hilt inside the
pretty young Dutch girl.  His balls slapping gently against her butt as he
fucked her with long slow easy strokes.  Anjou immediately went into a
routine of moaning and cooing as he fucked her.  If she had been fucked
often recently, it hadn't mad her loose.  She was tight and Richard' felt
turned on as he ploughed relentlessly into her.  Eventually flattening out
over her and fucking her with measured pushes from his hips.  Anjou played
the part of a girl thoroughly enjoying sex although Richard knew she was
faking it.  Frankly he couldn't care less if she wasn't genuinely aroused
or excited.  He used her; simply working the pace of the sex to his own
rhythm and soon he was straining deep into her as he came hard.  As he
rutted in a series of short sharp jerks, and he spurted each burst of semen
into her, Anjou's tone changed to a series of guttural gasps and grunts
that Richard knew were genuine.  He was over-sized for her and the frantic
shoves to get as deep as he could was clearly a source of discomfort for
the girl.  He had no remorse; wallowing in his enjoyment at stretching her
open wide and going deep with his cock.
   They rested for about thirty minutes or so.  The young girl allowing him
to cuddle her.  Eventually he roused her and chased her off to clean up in
the bathroom.  He went in just as she was coming out and she grinned
knowingly at him and went to his bedroom and collected her clothing. 
Richard washed his crotch and paused to study his reflection in the mirror.
   "What are you doing you stupid bastard?" he asked his reflection.
   He washed his hands and looked back at his reflection.
   "God knows where she's been or who's been up her," he said to himself.
"You fucked her bare back you moron."
   This sobered him a little and he walked slowly from the bathroom to his
bedroom and got some jeans and a fresh shirt.  He'd take her out for
something to eat.  He didn't feel like cooking anything tonight.  When he
was dressed, he noted Anjou standing patiently behind him in the doorway.
   "Come," she said simply and vanished from the doorway.
   Richard followed her to the guest room and smiled when he saw the
clothing Julie had bought her that afternoon.  On the bed she had laid out
a selection of underpants, tank tops as underwear, and two bras; one white
and one black.  There was another pair of jeans, some warm socks, two sweat
shirts, and an ordinary blue denim shirt.  She sat on the bed, now fully
dressed, and displayed the clothing proudly.
   "Thank you Richard," she said in faltering English, and she came to him
and embraced him.  "I feel so safe her with you," she said in English once
again.
   "You will be OK here," Richard said in a neutral tone.
   She had to leave eventually, but no point in getting into any discussion
on that just yet.  He took her out for dinner and as they waited for their
food he tentatively asked her in Flemish if she had her period yet.  She
nodded she did and looked puzzled.
   "I just want you to understand," he began trying to find the right words
in Flemish.  "I cannot make babies...sterile...snip, snip," he said trying
to explain he had a vasectomy.
   She got it and she chuckled and looked quite relieved.  If she had
concerns he had sex with her without protection, she never showed it
afterwards in the bedroom.  She took whatever he gave without question. 
They sat quiet for a few moments.
   "Safe sex," Richard said quietly in English.  "Do you practice safe
sex?"
   She looked puzzled trying to understand the words.
   "Condoms...do you use condom?" he said to try another way of seeing if
she knew about safe sex.
   "Oh...yes...condom...yes...I have," she said understanding his question.
   "But I...we...did not use a condom," Richard said.
   She followed him closely and got his meaning.
   "You...Julie...only Julie...you are safe...OK," she said looking at him
to see he understood.
   He nodded.  She saw him as safe.  But he was thinking was she safe for
him?
   "And you?" he asked leaving the question open.
   She knew where he was going with the questioning.
   "Only you...no condom...I safe...you safe I always have condom with
other men," she said slowly in Flemish.
   He understood and nodded and smiled.  Relieved she at least practiced
safe sex with her tricks.  They had a simple single course meal and Richard
walked her back to the apartment.  It had just gone nine o'clock and he
looked around the living room as if deciding what to do.  Sit and talk or
perhaps watch the BBC News.  Anjou stood near the hallway watching him
expectantly.  His eyes met hers and she made a subtle movement of her lids.
He smiled knowingly and slowly walked towards her as her face lit up in a
smile.  He took her to his bedroom and fucked her a second time.  This time
he indulged himself more with her; letting her suck him for several minutes
before rolling her on her stomach and having her lift her hips.  He
lubricated her with the lube and slid deep inside of her doggie fashion and
set to fucking her vigorously.  But Richard didn't simply fuck her in one
position.  For nearly forty minutes he stayed rock hard as he rolled and
positioned her about the bed; and once he stood off the bed and fucked her
on her back with her legs up and her buttocks perched just on the bed edge.
Indulging himself with the willing young Dutch preteen.  Finally he
finished her on her back as he had done before dinner; fucking her deep and
cumming hard inside her tight tunnel.  For much of the fuck Anjou abandoned
the need to fake sexual enjoyment and just let him do what he wanted.  He
was aggressive and urgent and her vocal responses were genuine groans and
grunts as he seemed to split her wide open and plough up into her stomach
with his cock.  She had been used on a number of occasions but this man was
different.  There was a genuine interest in her as Anjou; not just a
preteen prostitute to screw before fleeing into the shadows as most men
did. She felt Richard really wanted her.
   Both Richard and Anjou were in their respective beds when Julie arrived
home after mid-night.  She crawled into bed beside Richard and snuggled up
to him.  Richard stirred and peered at her in the gloom of the room.
   "You made our young guest very happy today," Julie whispered, realising
he was awake.
   "I'm glad," he said sleepily.
   Julie was tired and sensing Richard was half asleep, she took the
opportunity to kiss him gently and turn her back so he would spoon with
her. This was a signal for no sex tonight.  Both drifted off to sleep. 
Next morning Julie woke first and got up before Richard.  This wasn't usual
and heard her next door talking with Anjou.  She came back to bed just as
he was thinking about rising for the day.
   "You're awake early," he said somewhat bemused she had risen first; only
to slip back into rest awhile longer.
   "I was eager to see how Anjou enjoyed her first real night with us," she
said.
   "And has she said how she feels?" Richard chuckled as he sat on the side
of the bed and smiled at her.
   "She loves her clothes and she loves it here with us.  She said you took
her out for dinner last night.  That was nice Richard," Julie said
appreciating Richard's sincerity at agreeing to Anjou being allowed to stay
for awhile.
   "I enjoyed her company despite the communications gap.  My Flemish is
not great," he said with a wry smile.
   "Well...anyway...for me, thank you," she said and craned her head up to
kiss him.
   Richard considered the situation in the shower.  He would have Anjou
every night that Julie worked.  He had correctly picked the girl was
willing to put out for him as part of her bargain to be able to stay.  Not
that it was a stipulation but she had made the move on him and it was clear
to him the girl intended to prostitute herself for a warm bed and food. 
Whatever spin you put on it, she was using sex to look after herself. 
Richard had no compunction in exploiting the girl's gratitude and sex
became frequent whenever Julie was out working.  Richard felt rejuvenated
by the girl's youth and her nubile body and willingness to let him use her
as he saw fit.  He encouraged her to shave her pubis following a torrid
couple of sex bouts that second full night she was with them.  Standing in
the shower with one leg raised as she scraped the last vestige of her
budding pubic thatch away with a disposable razor.  He took her back to his
bed and spent some time suckling and kissing her bald sex with his mouth;
sliding his tongue up and down her slit.  She enjoyed the attention and
once again saw him as being genuinely interested in her and not just the
sex.  He fucked her vigorously on her hands and knees and both were asleep
in their respective beds when Julie returned after work.  The first night
that Julie had off, they all went out for a meal and after they retired to
their respective beds later that evening, Julie and Richard engaged in a
prolonged bout of sex.  It had been three nights since their last love
making and Julie was horny.  Richard maneuvered her into various positions
and eventually, after near three quarters of an hour of fucking in a
variety positions, they came together and collapsed in each others arms. 
The next night Julie was back at work and once again Richard repeated the
extended sex with Anjou.  It quickly became routine.  As the sex between
Julie and Richard was determined by how tired Julie was after work, so to
sex with Anjou was determined by when Julie was at work.  Richard had it
made.  He had made several discrete inquiries about street kids and learned
the problem was not unique in Brussels.  However he did learn that Brussels
did attract a higher cross section of nationalities as the seat of the Euro
Parliament.  It wasn't surprising that Dutch nationals made their way next
door into Belgium.  He still had no idea how to find a more suitable
situation for Anjou but then he wasn't in a hurry.  Julie was clearly
pleased he did not follow through on his statement he would sort Anjou out
in a matter of days.
   Richard was happy to indulge himself sexually with the two girls at the
different end of the teen spectrum.  Julie came home one night she had been
let off early, just missing catching Richard in their bed with Anjou. 
Richard was a little nervous realising they had nearly been caught.  As
they were preparing to get into bed Julie mentioned she had Friday and
Saturday nights off.  Two nights off together was a rarity.  She broached
the topic that she and a co-worker had plans to go through to Paris for the
two days, returning Sunday morning in time to start work the Sunday
afternoon.  Richard was initially surprised at her plans but as he lay
listening to her talk, he realized it was perfect.  Two days with Anjou
without fear of Julie returning.  He would take Friday off, but not tell
Julie so as not to arouse her suspicions.  For the next two days he was
secretly excited that Julie was going to be away.  He had endorsed her
backpacking trip to Paris as something she should do.  See more of Europe;
especially those places she could do easily by train as one or two day
excursions.  Come the Friday morning, Julie rose about six thirty to
prepare to leave for the train station.  Richard rose with her and prepared
her a simple breakfast of croissants and cheese and coffee.  They talked
quietly so as not to wake Anjou.
   "Will you miss me?" she said with a grin.
   "Of course I will," he said and squeezed her thigh.
   She looked delicious in her tight jeans.  After finishing her breakfast
Julie hurried to prepare to leave.  She would take a taxi to the train
station where she would meet her co-worker Lisbeth.  Come the time to
leave, she embraced Richard and hugged him tightly, telling him to look
after Anjou.  He smiled and assured her he would and she slipped quietly
out the door.  Richard went through to the bathroom and had a long pee and
then went through to Anjou's room.  She was asleep and he sat gently on the
bed and shook her shoulder, waking her up.  She sat up and a broad smile
came to her face.
   "Has she gone?" she said grinning at Richard.
   "Yes she has...for two whole days," he answered.
   The two went to Richard's room and he stripped her of her tee shirt and
panties that she wore to bed as pajamas, and soon he was slurping
delicately at the girls shaved sex.  It occurred to him that Julie would
barely be arriving at the train station when he first mounted Anjou and
shoved deep into her as she lay on her back with her legs held wide by the
ankles; enjoying the middle age man fucking her deeply.  She was seeing
herself more and more as supplanting Julie as Richard's lover.  Not that
they could disclose this to Julie.  As Richard languidly fucked Anjou, he
insinuated a finger into the girl's anus, causing her to gasp and grunt. 
As he slow fucked in her tightness he became more and more interested in
her anus and so he stopped and slid out; pushing his cock head against her
sphincter.  Anjou gasped in concern realising what he wanted.  She wasn't
about to stop him yet she was not relishing this new experience.  One or
two had tried before without success; leaving her relieved and not a little
distressed they had tried.  But this was not the back seat of a car or
being held up against the wall of a gloomy alley.  This was in a bed with a
bottle of lubricant at arms length.  Richard paused in his fucking to
lubricate Anjou's anus; and when he was ready, he took some considerable
time and patience to slowly penetrate the girl anally.  Eventually sinking
in as she relaxed, so he was balls deep in her arse.  He indulged himself
slow fucking her arse.  His feeling of enjoyment heightened by the
knowledge he could do what he wanted with her whenever he liked.  She was
his until he could figure out how to get rid of her.
   Julie stopped inside the train station and made a brief phone call from
a public phone.  She finished the call and moved quickly in the direction
of the platform to catch the train to Burlogne; dragging her suitcase
behind her.  Neither Richard nor Anjou had heard her slip back into the
apartment and retrieve her suitcase from the cupboard used for coats and
suchlike inside the door.  She had the case always packed.  She'd never
really unpacked it fully since moving in with Richard, and as she got
through her clothes and did her laundry she simply placed the clean clothes
in the suitcase and lived out of it as if it were a chest of drawers; only
hanging her work skirt and blouses in Richards wardrobe.  She had moved the
suitcase to the cupboard the night before and Richard had not noticed it
was not against the wall on her side of the bed.  She was not intending to
return.  Settling onto the train she gazed sadly out the window.  Was it
right what she had done?  They would probably be there by now; the police.
Summoned by her anonymous call that she thought a young street girl was
being sexually abused by a man, and giving Richard's address.
   By the time she walked from the train to the cross channel ferry to sail
Dover, Richard was sitting ruefully in a Brussels police cell.  They had
caught him in bed with Anjou shortly after he had cum in her arse and the
two had collapsed exhausted from the anal fuck.  The door apparently was
not closed and the police had simply walked in.  It was immediately evident
to them that the anonymous caller was exactly right and he'd been taken
from the building in handcuffs.  Anjou crying as a woman police officer
took her to a separate car to take to the police station.  He worked out
what had happened as he sat stunned in the back of the police car.  Julie
had shopped him to the police.  Why?  What possible motive or feeling of
malice had she to do this?  Did she know about him with Anjou, and so was
she jealous perhaps?  It was some time after he had been interviewed for
the first time that he realized that Anjou was the bait.  Julie had seen
the girl as the perfect lure to trap him in an illegal sex net.  It had
worked perfectly.  He couldn't resist the young Dutch girl.  She was a
sometime prostitute and had no compunction letting him fuck her.  It was
too easy.  Richard wept.  Sitting with his back against the wall at the end
of the hard bench in the cell; realising he was caught red handed with
Anjou.  Julie had set him up.  He was doomed for a long prison sentence. 
He was well aware of the Euro Parliament's initiatives to deal with the
cross-border trafficking of children for sex.  There would be no mercy on
people who enabled the problem by seeking out these unfortunates for sex;
and he should know better than most.
   ***
   Samantha hugged Julie to her and held her for a minute or two as they
met at Waterloo Station; the girls weeping quietly as they embraced. 
Attracting a few stares.  Two beautiful young women clearly delighted to be
reunited.  Best friends, perhaps reunited after a long absence.  When they
finally broke their embrace, Samantha took Julie's hand and led her towards
the station exit.  They would get a taxi and go to her flat and sit and
catch up on the past two, nearly three months they had been separated.
   "You got him?" Samantha said as the two walked along the platform.
   "I can't be a hundred percent certain but I'm sure it worked," Julie
answered, sounding tired.
   She was emotionally drained.
   "He wouldn't be able to help himself.  I knew he couldn't wait for me to
get out the door," she said; a hint of sadness in her voice.
   "You mustn't feel sad for him," Samantha said noting Julie's sad face.
"He deserved all he got...after he did what he did to you.  He ruined your
life.  He ruined all our lives.  Me and mum as well as you," she said
firmly; trying to make Julie see she should not feel bad about what she had
done.
   "I feel for the young girl...Anjou" Julie said.  "She will be sent back
to Holland...probably to some institution.  She's a victim in this as
well."
   "You said she was a prostitute," Samantha said diffidently.
   "She may well be but how did she get that way?  Maybe it started just as
it started with Richard and me...she was abused and it sent her off the
rails," Julie said in defense of Anjou's character.  "It did me in for
awhile."
   "Well if she is sent back home to Holland that has to be a good thing
then," Samantha said.  "Hopefully she will be straightened out."
   The two sat close in the taxi; Samantha with her arm around her friend's
shoulder.  Julie's long blond hair in stark contrast to Samantha's cropped
dark hair.
   "You'll like the flat.  My flat mates are a great bunch," Samantha said
brightly.  "There is Jo and Amy who are a couple...like we will be.  And
Toni who has a girlfriend but they don't live together.  We have our own
room upstairs so plenty of privacy," she said smiling as she toyed with
Julie's hair.
   Julie turned and looked at Samantha and hugged her.
   "I can't wait," she smiled.  "I've missed you so...and those
times...with him...I wished it was with you," she said softly.
   "It was worth it...it had to be done," Samantha said softly and cuddled
Julie tenderly.
   "It was hard...leaving out the part about meeting you again and leaving
Liam," Julie said wistfully.  "I told him everything I had been through
since he left...both times...except the part about you and me.  And that
should have been the most important part of my story," she said with a sad
smile.
   They both glanced at the cab driver and seeing his eyes on them in the
rear vision mirror, they refrained from a full kiss which would have seemed
so appropriate right now.
   `Bloody lesbians...good looking too...such a waste,' the middle aged
cabbie thought ruefully.
   Locked in his cell in Brussels, waiting to be formally charged with
child rape, Richard lay on his back with an arm over his eyes.  That day
several months back he had arrived at the hotel in Seven Dials in London.
If only he had staved off his hunger until dinner time, and gone out to
eat. He'd never have met up with Julie again; standing at his hotel room
door bringing him his room service order.  What were the chances of meeting
her again that way?  If he'd not felt peckish, he'd never have ordered the
food and she'd have remained firmly what she had been for three years
before that; just a girl in the past.
   The End
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