CHAPTER 1
Summer was warming up when Mac (Malcolm) Harris arrived from Edinburgh via Boston to the pretty New England city for a 14-day vacation with his recently widowed Aunt Ada, a bookshop proprietor who was his mom's older sister.
A medical technologist, Mac had been working long hours in the lab to complete a project and had been given three weeks off work by his department director after making the crucial breakthrough in identifying a rare virus that had attacked the brain and killed an elderly man. His wish was to sleep for at least a week and his mom and Ada had been on the phone, conducting their monthly talkathon, and had discussed Malcolm.
Mac's mom bullied him into accepting Ada's suggestion that he rest in her roomy house that overlooked a lake surrounded by twenty-five acres of municipal parkland.
Aunt Ada met him at the airport in a battered blue Ford and she said, "You must drive. I'm hopeless and will scare the crap out of you."
Well that seemed friendly and sensible and so Mac took the wheel and had his aunt shrieking when he twice drove on the wrong side of the road.
"Just follow other cars you idiot."
"It was a clear stretch of road."
"What does that mean?"
"There was no other traffic to follow."
"Oh."
After the second scare she stretched across and wrote 'Keep Right' at eye height on the windscreen in front of him and that resolved the problem.
Mac slept all afternoon. He was pulled out of bed to have dinner and an hour later was back in bed and slept uninterrupted till 10:00 next morning when a foreign-sounding blonde calling herself Olga said she was the housemaid and wanted to make the bed.
He stepped out of bed nude.
"Oooh that's a very nice specimen."
"Thanks Olga. I'm pleased you are not shy."
"No, you have your shower. Would you like me to soap your back for you?"
Mac swallowed hard and accepted.
Olga wouldn't agree to sex but soaped him all over and paused long enough behind him halfway down to jerk him off.
Olga said, "You fire off good" and looking at what was slowly sliding down the shower wall Mac had to agree.
He went to the kitchen to find Aunt Ada has left a selection of breakfast foods out for him. He had fruit and yogurt and two cups of green tea and felt absolutely rejuvenated and went off to find Olga.
She refused to have sex with him saying she was living in the city with her fiancé.
He sighed, tough luck buddy.
Mac wandered about the house but that wasn't a great idea because he kept seeing Olga bending over.
Aged twenty-nine, Mac was sure he wasn't getting enough sex for his age and the reason for that was he was just unlucky. He kept meeting females who like Olga said no – and meant it.
Olga came to find him just after noon, no not for that reason. She said she was off and would awake him again in the morning.
Mac messed around and at 12:30 was looking through the very extensive library but most of the books were of no interest to him he answered the front door bell.
An attractive woman, dark-haired and tall with sensuous lips, said, "Hi, I'm Marlene, one of Ada's friends from her senior book club. She's asked me over to get lunch for you and give you sex if you'd like that."
Mac looked at her doubtfully.
She said smiling, "You're not sure you heard correctly, right?"
He nodded and stepped away from her.
"After lunch you may fuck me if you wish."
Good gracious, Mac thought. He'd been led to believe American's were morally conservative and the only significant immorality occurred in New York, Chicago, Los Angeles, Reno, Tallahassee and Dallas of course. As for New England states, in Scotland they were reputed to be whiter than the Bible States, er that is morally whiter.
Well he knew he wanted lunch. "May I get you're a wine while you're preparing lunch Marlene?"
She pouted, "Yes please, white wine."
They went into the kitchen and she unpacked the cane basket she'd brought with her.
She took the wine and they clinked glasses and she said, "Come in behind me and play with my breasts and rub up against me while I work. We both need to be in the grove for afters."
Mrs Marlene Oliver went home two and a half hours later and Mac staggered off to shower and then slept until his aunt awoke him at 8:00 for a beautiful roast dinner.
"I should have prepared the meal," he said guiltily.
"Nonsense darling. You had other priorities. How was she?"
"Awesome."
"Oh I am so pleased. I have arranged for a younger lady to call tomorrow around 11:00. She will show you some of the attractions of our small city. She is rather shy and whether you get lucky will depend on our seductive expertise."
"Oh thanks."
Mac thought this was the most unusual hospitality ever offered by an aunt that he'd heard of. But he had no complaint.
Next day Erica drove him around the city pointing out highlights. She drove and he was pleased because it was her car and she drove on the right side of the road. She was a short, curvy blonde and as soon as he saw he Mac knew she liked having sex. It was telegraphed by the way she looked at him. He had dark curly hair, and angular face, a gym-toned body and a caring smile although right now Mac really cared about little.
He wondered what would take to get Erica to roll over but that thought was short-lived because as soon as they got into the car Erica hitched up her dress high on her thighs. As she turned the key to start the motor he looked down at her thighs and she said she'd only just started working on her tan.
"How far does this tentative tan go?"
"Take a look if you wish."
They drove around for the next forty-five minutes before stopping for coffee, Erica breathing heavily and her eyes huge because Mac had two fingers up her for most of those forty-five minutes and had kept her primed, almost triggered to blow.
They returned home after lunch and spent all afternoon on his bed, behaving in a very sporty manner. They both blew and after a rest she steered his revived elsewhere.
Mac and his aunt went out for dinner and three times she told him he looked tired.
Mac didn't have to be told that.
On his last day before flying home, Mac caught Olga bent over straightening the cushions on the sofa and pounced. Seeing those long legs disappearing under her short dress most mornings for two weeks was driving him almost crazy.
"You go home tonight yes?"
"Yes."
"Okay remove my panties and do it. You have been a well-behaved boy."
The 22-year old babe was almost up there with the best, thoroughly enjoyable and to Mac's delight she appeared to be enjoying it as well.
In the airplane high above the Atlantic on the almost 12-hour direct flight to Edinburgh, Mac had wondered about his chances of qualifying for a silver replica condom or whatever they gave to new members of the mile high club but the only service crew to show any interest in him was a male cabin attendant and so he put on headphones and snuggled down until the breakfast wake-up.
In the morning he mused about his time in America. Aunt Ada had been surprisingly good company and they'd had some great times getting out and about and she appeared pleased he was so complimentary about her bookstore. At her request he'd gone through all of her late husband's possessions including a well-stocked workshop and had the junk carted to a refuse collection center and had sold most of the quality items via the Internet and what was left had gone to an auction house.
The quality of American sex partners (and one from Belarus) had been excellent but now Mac was aware, more than ever, that straight banging had its limits. He'd had those twelve sexual liaisons but what did he have to show for it apart from fast disappearing memories of the times he'd had with each woman whose names he'd soon forget?
Nothing.
It had been bang, thank you ma'am or miss and then virtual oblivion because no meaningful relationship had developed. Well he had himself to blame for that because not once had he attempted to set up a follow-up date.
God he was shallow. No wonder he wasn't one of the really popular males in the lab with the women. They must be able to tell he was a user, although never an abuser, and he banged three um four of them at different occasions and all had been one-night stands.
But why only one-stop bangs?
Mac scratched his nuts and decided he had no idea and he had a fleeting scare: why was he scratching? Had one of those women knowingly given him a reason to remember his time in America?
Phew the itch appeared to have gone.
Perhaps he'd been engaged in short-term bangs for too many years and the excitement of conquest was dimming? Or he was getting old?
Oh no. Not too old to enjoy a good fuck, surely not.
The other thing was most of his long-term male and female friends were now either married or living in a relationship while here he was banging and leaving hopefully very satisfied women in his wake, like flotsam in the sea. Is that all he wanted from relationships with women? Did he not value women more than that?
Mac didn't really know. At university he'd been with a group of guys whose social activities consisted almost entirely of boozing and having sex with women. Their entire life was centered on study, sport, drinking and sex. Nothing else in life appeared to matter. He thought of the inner circle of guys in his final year at university, ten in all. Only he and David Gallagher had not settled down with a female and David was unlikely to ever do that now that he'd decided he was gay.
God he knew what it was. He'd settled on as bang and then goodbye to avoid the possibility of progressing on to domestic responsibilities. That must be the reason; he could think of nothing else. It wasn't that he didn't like women.
Back at work two days later at the medical lab at the hospital, that was also a teaching hospital, Mac settled into setting up for cultures associated with a team project and looked at the women around him, some eighteen of whom twelve were either unattached or relatively so.
Slowly, as time allowed, he carefully appraised each of them and came to the disappointing conclusion that he could become interested in only five of them and then not really would want nothing more than a one-night stand with any of them. He hoped that he was simply adverse to both working and living with a woman, but he couldn't be sure that was the compelling reason. He just didn't feel he 'clicked' with any of them.
Mac had tried to get back to the research lab where he had been seconded to work during the unidentified microbiology scare, but with the emergency over that lab was back to its close-knit establishment and he was no longer required. The difference in work had appealed to him.
