Deborah
Copyright© 2007 by Kaffir
Chapter 15
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 15 - This is the second story in the series. It tells of mature and conflicting loves and the deliverance of a girl from the after effects of sexual abuse. It is set in modern England but in the West Country where things are a little less modern than in London.
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Spanking Safe Sex Oral Sex
"I like him, Mum," said Annette as she and Deborah drove away.
"Yes, he's nice, isn't he?" answered Deborah carelessly.
"He knows a lot about nature. All that stuff about blackthorn and hawthorn. And the buzzards! I do hope he'll remember about the video on condors."
"I'm sure he will."
"He's so good with the dogs too."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, he doesn't keep calling them like some people and allows them to have fun."
"True, but then he loses them too."
"Like you lose Midge."
"OK, you've got me."
Annette giggled.
"You like him too, don't you, Mum?"
"Yes, I do."
"Quite a lot!"
Deborah squirmed in her seat. "What do you mean?" she asked defensively.
"It's just, I dunno, obvious."
"Obvious?"
"Well... ! Annette looked down.
"Go on, darling. I'm intrigued."
"Well, um, you didn't have to walk that close."
"Close?"
"Yes, Mu-um! The path to start with was quite rough with all the tractor ruts but instead of walking in one of them, like he did, you walked in the middle where all the stones and hoof-marks are."
Deborah felt her cheeks redden.
"So?" she murmured.
"And I saw you take his hand."
"You're an observant little minx, aren't you?"
Annette grinned. "And all that talk about smug conmen. I haven't heard you being funny like that since Daddy left." She looked down at her feet again.
"Do you miss him?"
"No way!"
There was silence until they got home. As Deborah shut the door behind them, Annette asked, "Do you miss him, Mum?"
"No!" said Deborah firmly. "Not one bit but I do miss having another grown-up to share my problems with and indeed lots of other things as well."
"You have Auntie Liz."
"Yes, I do, and that's wonderful. She's great. It's just..."
"You need someone to love, don't you, Mum?"
Deborah stared at her in amazement at her maturity and her insight. She drew Annette into her arms and burst into tears.
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