Chapter 30: Here and there

To underscore her subordinate status Florence ate by herself in the kitchen. Then I ordered her into the dining room to clear away the remains of our meal. She was wearing her jeans and rugby shirt but of course had no bra since Wendy had not returned it. I watched how her unconstrained breasts filled the voluminous shirt; they did not project quite so far horizontally as in the bookshop but as she moved about we could all see how the overhang of the shirt, only loosely tucked into the jeans, was filled with tit. As she bent forward to clear the table, the shirt changed shape uncannily to accommodate the now freely hanging breasts, and when she had to lean right across to gather items from the far side, her tits were squeezed between her body and the table and the shirt bulged excitingly at either side and even up under her chin. Even Wendy and Alicia were fascinated.

"Go on," said Wendy to me when Florence had gone into the kitchen for a moment. "I know you want to. Use our bed. I'll sleep in Alicia's room. It's a double bed. You won't mind squeezing me in just for one night, will you Alicia dear?"

I wondered for a moment whether Wendy had any sexual designs on Alicia (and also whether it would have bothered me if she had) but I knew her well enough to be able to see that it was simply the practical woman in her that had led to the suggestion. So they shared a celibate bed while Florence was mine to enjoy all night and in the morning.

Here are a few things going on elsewhere around this time that would have interested me had I known about them.

A few yards away, on the other side of the party wall separating our houses, Kylie, having hurried home from school as she did every day, was watching in the hope I might come home early. Her heart leapt when she saw me, only to sink again when my eagerly-anticipated call never came. It was some time before she noticed Florence, staring at my house from the other side of the road. When Florence knocked at my door, Kylie listened with a glass at the wall and to the sound of our frenzied fucking she fingered herself to a lonely climax. She longed for Saturday, when I had asked her to lend me a hand.

A few miles away, at the flat, Fran and Connie were in front of the television. It was no ordinary show they were watching. I had told them the day before that, being out of the office all day, I should not be calling that evening, and at lunchtime Connie, feeling that she had to have some kind of sex after work, had gone to an adult video store (where she was surprised to find that, although of course most of the clientele was male, she was not the only woman browsing the shelves). She bought a couple of DVDs. Being Connie, of course, and not doing things by halves, she made sure it was XXX hardcore material.

Fran, horrified when Connie invited her to watch the DVDs with her, had retreated to her room. But curiosity soon drew her out and soon the girls were sitting together, wide-eyed, watching the on-screen gymnastics. Connie was fascinated from the start; Fran went from disgust to distaste to interest to excitement in about fifteen minutes. As they watched a girl being simultaneously penetrated by three well-hung men and Connie commented, "Lucky cow," Fran was surprised to hear herself agreeing.

"Well, you could do these films," said Connie cheerfully. "You're better-looking than that girl and you've got just as nice a bod, especially since James has filled you out a bit."

"I wish James were here," sighed Fran.

"Me too. Bet he's shagging the daylights out of some girl somewhere, lucky bitch." Connie was right there. It was just about this time that I was showing Alicia how much I still wanted her.

"Well, if we can't have James," Fran asked, "how about him?" She pointed at the screen, where a huge black man with cock to match was entering a small but eager blonde. "Or him?" she added as another stud appeared.

"Both of them," said Connie firmly. "And that Swedish-looking bloke in the last scene."

"Oh, yes, him," recalled Fran dreamily.

As they continued to watch the non-stop fucking, their eyes grew wider and their breathing got deeper and slower. Finally Connie stood up decisively. "Fran," she announced, "I can't stand it. If I stay here any longer I'll be bouncing off the walls. I'm going clubbing. You wanna come?"

"You're going out to find a man," said Fran reproachfully.

"Well, why not? James won't mind. He said so, remember?"

Fran looked uncertain. "Yes, he did say something like that, didn't he? He's so kind and generous," she sighed.

"Look, do you wanna come or not? It'll be fun."

So off they went. Connie was a clubbing veteran but it was an entirely new experience for Fran, who found the darkness and deafening music hard to take. So she hung around the chill-out rooms letting herself be chatted up while Connie danced. Two attractive young women so blatantly on the pull naturally received a lot of attention and by midnight they were back at the flat with two likely-looking young men, Sam (attached to Fran) and Jack (Connie). Those two young men's luck was well and truly in. The girls were almost crazy with desire by this time and practically dragged the boys to bed.