Michael"What do we need to watch for?" asks James."You can expect her to have a headache, Perhaps some short-term memory loss. She may not remember what happened this evening. The headache should fade within a few days. Should you find she suffers from dizziness, blurred vision, noise or light sensitivity.…"James cuts her short. "I'd like a medic on hand to keep an eye on her.""Mr.…" The doctor pauses, her expression sour...."Alexanders.... James Alexanders.""Mr Alexanders. This is a public service. We do not have the staff to send them haring off after every case that comes in here. If a case is serious enough to merit that, the patient should remain with us. We can keep her overnight....""No," he says curtly. "She leaves with us. Put me in contact with whoever I need to speak to provide her with medical support...." James' glance strays to a large poster.... "I see you're looking to raise funds for a new scanner...." He pulls out his wallet and holds it, apparent
James"She's fine," says the doctor. "Just keep her in bed. Keep her warm, well fed and plenty of fluids. "Is there someone to keep an eye on her for a few days?""Yes.""Yes.""Fine. I'll be back tomorrow." She hands Michael a card. "Call this number if there's any problems in the meantime." Michael follows to show her out.Charlotte, sitting up in bed now, cradling a glass of lemonade, watches me, her eyes wary.How the hell do I handle this…?I sit, keeping my distance from her. There is no compromise in her eyes."You were right," I begin. "I've surrendered my right to have any say in what you do now. But you can't go anywhere until you are back to full health. After that....""After that?" She drips suspicion.".... after that, I ask that you remain here until we can sort out your situation. If you insist on leaving, it's your choice, but neither of us wants to see you return to that place, that area, that job.... You're better than that, and you deserve more."
JamesI sinned against you…...and I owe you my penance....I want you to have a good life, Jade. Even if I am no longer part of it.How do I make that happen?"You have a lot of work to do," I say. "You do realise that for engineering qualifications, you will need practical experience to be certificated?" She's nodding.... ".... You will be required to work in some relevant industry. Typically, it extends a Bachelor of Science course from three years to four."You've lost her as a lover….... Try to keep her as a friend........ so be a friend....… Help her....She's all little-girl enthusiasm. "Oh, yes… In fact that's one of the things I'm doing now." She picks up a thick sheaf of papers, waving them at me. "I'm applying to various firms to see if I can get sponsorship of some kind, someone who would employ me for the work experience during vacations, perhaps even pay me something…"Sensible girl........ selling yourself for what you're really worth...."G
JamesI am content simply that she accepts me again. Any desire I have to make love with her is eclipsed by her need for healing, and not just healing of the body.I don't try to touch her, not beyond a kiss on the cheek or a hand on the arm... .... Nothing sexual ....For all that I know there is far more to her than a beautiful face and body, I miss the physicality of how it was. I want to make love with her. I want to romp and rejoice with her........ but right now. I am content to wait while she heals....And I wait and hope for more, for the time when we two will be as we were before........ We three....Then I was Master. Now I am the Supplicant.We have not made love since my sin against her, but that's fine. Happy simply to make my peace with her, I want to love her with my body, but as I hold her, draw her close, there is a slight stiffening that says I have gone far enough.I want to embrace her, rock her in my arms and tell her she's safe. But there's
MichaelSitting out in the sun, I try to relax and enjoy the tranquillity of this lovely spot, breathing warm and fragrant air, watching wading birds exploring the sea's edge, moving like clockwork toys.The sun is hot, my shoulders growing warm....… Time to cover up....I head for my room, next door to the main bedchamber that has become Charlotte's private space. As I pass the door, standing a little ajar, there are sounds........ I pause, listening........ and hear their murmured talk. Pushing the door a little further open, I stand quietly…They don't see me, but James knows I am likely to be close by..... "Charlotte? You want me to....?.... "Yes. We can start over, start again."She wants to make love?My thoughts awhirl, I lean back against the wall, breathing deeply. If she wants to make love with James, then surely, she will want me too....?.... surely?Aware that I'm missing the conversation, I abandon my speculations to concentrate on listening
MichaelJames returns from the City, triumphant. "The Directorship?" I ask."The Directorship," he beams."All confirmed?""Yes. All the terms are agreed: fees, shareholding, my terms of reference. I signed this morning. All it needs is Haswell's signature...."A formality then…" I interrupt.He nods. "Yes, a formality...."I try to be pleased for him. "Congratulations, James. you deserve it. I know how much work you've put in over the years." My words are sincere. It's true. He's worked his balls off to achieve this, but I see Charlotte eyeing me....She knows it's not right between us yet...."Champagne?" I say. "I think James deserves a toast."James is all enthusiasm, rattling on about his work. Charlotte watches him with something of that old look she had for him, that expression of adoration returning.And I sit, keeping them company, making polite noises from time to time. But when Charlotte leaves the room, James becomes quiet and we sit in uncomfortabl
JamesAt his words, her aroma, pungent and sweet, floods over me. Her white thighs are steaked with her juices, her curls glistening. Parting swollen lips with one hand, she works her bud........ and my shaft wants to be inside her"Michael, would you mind?""Not at all," he grins, tugging her backwards and down.We stand over her, looking down as she, chest heaving, legs splayed, lies sprawled on the carpet gazing back up at us....… Fuck me...."Couch or bed?" says Michael.No need to stand on ceremony.... "Couch, I think. It's nearest."Michael grabs her ankles. I take her wrists. We lift her, dumping her roughly down on the couch. I pull her forward, her hips lapping the edge, to where I have comfortable access to drink from her pussy.Michael kneels astride her, pushing himself at her lips. "Open wide. You're taking the full load," he says. "Then you're going to lick me clean.... But where are you going to take it, I wonder?"As I position myself over Cha
MichaelI sleep the sleep of the blessed. After the trauma of the last several weeks, the differences between James, Charlotte and myself are resolved and life is........ perfect....I wake, eyelids heavy as I drift on the edge of sleep........ From a tumble of white sheets, a pair of jewelled green eyes emerge, framed by a riot of copper-red hair....And she's there, head resting on the pillow: emerald-eyed, dark-lashed, pale and beautiful, watching me as I wake. As I focus, and the pieces of the world drop into place, her lips curve."Good morning." Charlotte's voice is soft."Good morning," I return.Usually, her smile gallops straight to my groin, but this morning…I edge closer to her, angling my mouth to reach. As our lips brush, her eyes close and her hand slips across my face and into my hair, caressing and kneading.My cock's listening in and gives an interested twitch....Down Boy........ I want to enjoy this moment for what it is; drifting in this