Chapter 2: That’s Because Its Yours

‘I went along and had an interview,’ Cathy continued, ‘I gave them my reference and explained the reason for leaving. I got the job which was quite basic. I soon picked up the new routine and I’m still there now. Oh, except I’m now the office manager.’

‘Congratulations on that,’ Lewis told her. ‘Now, starting at the moment you met the cause of your problem, tell me everything that happened.’ Cathy collected her thoughts then began. As she did, Lewis started moving his hand slowly and gently in a small circle over her hairs.

‘It all began about twelve months ago,’ Cathy told him. ‘We got a new man in the office. Stanley was very shy and whilst as office manager I had got used to talking to the ten others in the office, I was as shy as ever with a new face.’

‘We talked occasionally about work, but it was a good three months before we spoke about anything personal. I liked him, not only was he as shy and quiet as I was, but he seemed a really nice person. We soon became a bit friendlier.’

‘It took him another two months to pluck up courage to ask me out. I was nervous at the idea, but I had never forgotten how lovely Todds hug, kiss and caress had been. I said, ‘Yes.’ We went out for a meal that Friday. I think over the meal we talked to each other about ourselves more than we had ever done in all the time he had been there. We got on really well.’

‘After the meal, he walked me home. As we left the restaurant, he offered me his arm which I took. I remembered going home from the prom with Todd and felt happier than I had done for a long, long, time. I had moved into a flat by now, but it was a flat share, so I didn’t invite him in.’

‘We stood in the porch chatting. Then I thanked him for a lovely evening. ‘Thank you for coming,’ he said, ‘It’s lovely to have company.’ He came close and put his hands on my shoulders, gave me a quick kiss on my lips and left.’

‘I went in walking on air. Until that moment I hadn’t realised how lonely I had become. I suppose having a flat mate it hadn’t registered the same. The next day at work we smiled at each other but didn’t say anything. Then later in the week we were in the canteen queue at lunchtime and shared a table.’

‘We said very little at the start, then part way through lunch Stanley asked me if I’d like to go out with him this coming weekend. My heart gave a little jump, and I said, ‘Yes, that would be nice.’ He asked me if there was anywhere in particular that I’d like to go to.’

‘I didn’t like to suggest anywhere, in case it was something he didn’t like. ‘So, I said, ‘I don’t mind, I’ll leave it to you.’ ‘Have you ever been to Chester Zoo?’ he asked. ‘Not since I was eight years old,’ I told him. He smiled, ‘I was nine,’ he said. ‘Do you fancy another visit?’ ‘Yes, please.’ I said, ‘I’ve always thought about going back again, but never got round to it.’

‘Me too,’ he said. ‘There’s a coach firm just down the road from the office. I noticed when I walked past the other day, they have a trip advertised for this Saturday, leaving at ten o’clock from the town square.’

‘I said that would be lovely, so he said he’d pop round to their office as soon as we’d eaten and book. We went that Saturday and had a lovely day out together. When we got back, we had a meal in town which I insisted going Dutch with. Then he walked me home again. When we said goodnight, we had a slightly longer kiss and held each other close. It was lovely.’

‘Over the next month we went out several times, we both seemed to have lost our shyness with each other, and I was feeling really happy. Stanley seemed to be the same. Our goodbyes had developed into arms around each other and longer kisses, sometimes with a break then another kiss.’

‘A week later we went out for a meal one Friday evening. When he saw me home, we were standing in the porch of the house where I lived which had been converted into four flats. We had our usual long kiss, came up for air, then had another one.’

‘Part way through, I felt his hand move down between us and he rested it on my breast. It felt lovely and I kept kissing him, knowing he was probably feeling terrified at what he had done. As we broke away, I smiled at him and said, ‘Thank you for a lovely evening.’ then I went in.’

‘At work the following week we each caught the others eye occasionally and smiled. I felt so happy. A week later we went out again and when we got back to mine, as my flat mate was away for the weekend, I invited him in for a coffee.’

‘We sat on the settee with our coffees and chatted. Then when we’d finished, he put his arm along the back of the settee behind me. I snuggled up to his side and his arm came down around me. It felt lovely. He kissed the top of my head, and I looked up at him.’

‘He kissed me on my lips and then I felt his hand moving slowly up between us. He rested it over my breast, and we had another kiss. It felt wonderful. Then he moved it over and caressed the other breast too, I was in heaven.’

‘Soon he said he had better go. We stood up and moved over towards the door. Before I opened it, I turned to him, and we went into each other’s arms again. As we kissed, he put his hand straight onto my breast. Just as I started to enjoy the feeling, I felt something hard moving against me, just like after the prom.’

‘I panicked, pushed him away and jumped back crying out, ‘No, no!’ I was trembling and he was clearly upset. ‘What’s up?’ he asked, ‘The pain,’ I said, ‘I can’t stand the pain.’ as I pointed to the bulge in his trousers. ‘I don’t understand,’ he said, ‘I haven’t done anything.’ He moved forward as if to hold me and I backed away terrified.’

‘I’m sorry,’ he said, ‘Clearly, I’m frightening you, and I wouldn’t want to do that for the world. I’d better leave.’ He turned and let himself out. As the door closed behind him all my insides were hurting. I went and got into bed and cried myself to sleep.’

‘How did you feel when you woke up the next morning?’ Lewis asked, feeling very puzzled. ‘The pain had almost gone,’ she told him. ‘I went and had a long shower and by the time I went to work after the weekend I was fine.’ ‘How did you feel when you saw Stanley?’ Lewis asked.

‘It was so strange,’ she said, ‘I felt frightened, yet I was pleased to see him.’ ‘So, what happened between you after that?’ Lewis asked. ‘Nothing.’ Cathy said, ‘A few weeks passed with neither of us speaking to each other unless we had to for work.’

‘Then about two weeks later we were in the canteen again. Stanley was immediately in front of me in the queue. As we picked up our food, he said very quietly, ‘I’d never deliberately do anything to hurt you. I’m going to go and sit down. I’d love you to join me, but I’ll leave it to you.’

‘What did you do?’ Lewis asked. ‘As I moved away from the counter, I saw him go and sit at an empty table. I really wanted to go and join him, but I thought about the pain and turned away. I went and sat on the opposite side of the room. We never really spoke after that, other than for work. Sometimes in the office I would see him look over at me and look so sad.’

‘How long ago was that?’ Lewis asked. ‘About two months now.’ she told him. ‘So, you’d moved in with Mary in the meantime?’ Lewis asked. ‘Yes, I’d been with her about four months by then. The building my old flat was in was being gutted and remodelled.’

‘Now this is very important,’ Lewis said. ‘The pain you were feeling was from a very hard cock being pushed into you?’ ‘Yes,’ she said, ‘The pain was terrible.’ ‘Can you tell me what position you were in when it forced its way into you?’ Lewis asked as he stroked gently over her hairs.’

‘I was sitting on his lap on the settee, facing him with my knees each side of him.’ she said shivering. ‘What were you both wearing?’ Lewis asked. ‘We were both naked.’ she replied.