THE STORY SO FAR: Twice divorced, unemployed computer technician Victor Haig is searching for a real soul mate when he rescues Nina Raymond from two louts who mistook her for a hooker – or an easy opportunity. The previous night Nina was thrown out of home by her mentally unbalanced and recently widowed father. Nina (20) admits to 37-year old Vic she's sexually inexperienced. He learns the young woman has been abused sexually by the few men in her life including her father. Vic invites Nina to spend the night in his room. They appear compatible, both describing themselves as 'nobodies'. Initial sex goes well and they in the morning they'll hit the road with no destination in mind. Nina has the cash and a good vehicle. What she wants from Vic is to be toughened up for real life and to learn about loving sex.
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Vic awoke with a great erection ready for action but lifting his head saw Nina had just showered and was drying her hair. Of course – the poor darling wouldn't be aware a dawn fuck was a great way to start the new day.
"Hi, come over for a kiss."
"Not with that thing sticking up like that," Nina grinned. "Come on, let's pack and hit the road, stopping for breakfast when the mood takes us."
"Sounds good," Vic said getting out of bed stiffly, watched by his companion who spoilt her apparently couldn't-care-less pose by staring at his erection.
Vic skirted her and went out to the bathroom shared with other tenants. He whistled as her showered, something he hadn't done for many a day.
Nina handed Vic the keys.
"Are you sure."
"For as long as you are my lover I'll always want you to drive me, providing you are sober."
"Lovers, eh?"
"After what you did for me yesterday, and to me, I now have a rather soft feeling for you. Just keep it coming."
"Aye, aye, ma'am."
They drove away without looking back at the building containing Vic's spartan rented room. Nina leaned over and rested her head against his shoulder.
"Thank you for driving me away from daddy, Uncle Bob and the boys. I'll put all that behind me now. You're on your own daddy – when you die I hope you die in comfort."
"You're not planning to see him again?"
"No, it was mom who I loved and she responded, always."
"That's really sad."
"What is?"
"The wrong one died."
Nina burst into tears, pushing her face into his shoulder. "Thank God someone thinks like me; I've been harboring that thought even since learning she was terminally ill and daddy began turning surely. I felt so guilty being judge and jury like that."
"It's very difficult to control thought. I reckon your judgment was severe but very understandable and in my book very acceptable. Rest against me and think – slowly your mind will clear and you'll become happy again."
"Then we'll stop for a fuck."
He smiled. "No, then we'll stop for late breakfast."
Almost an hour later he stopped the vehicle and remained seated. She stirred another forty minutes later, stretched and eyed him looking at her chest. She pushed it out even farther.
"I don't have to teach you about sex," he grinned. "You've had a lovely sleep."
"Where are we?"
"Half a mile up this secondary highway. Look across there."
Nina looked beyond him and saw the sprawling house set amid a flowering rose garden. She pulled up her sunglasses and read the sign: 'Farmhouse Meals Dawn to Dusk.'
"It looks lovely. Let's eat in the garden."
"No, the best place is to eat in the kitchen. The farmer's wife will have made bread early this morning and the smell of it will be still wafting through the kitchen. She'll be fat and jolly and a superb cook just dying to talk her head off, unless I'm mistaken. I grew up on farms and know this is an experience you should not miss."
"Well it seems rather wishful thinking to me – farms and farming people are no longer like they were when you were a boy. Oh come on, chin up. I didn't men to make you sad."
They knocked on the open door.
"Come in through to the kitchen," called a cheery voice.
Nina distinctly saw Vic cross his fingers. She partly held her breath.
They entered the kitchen and a plum red-faced woman with flour on one cheek beamed and said, "Hello – who do we have here? Father and daughter calling in for breakfast, I do declare."
Vic's mouth dropped open but closed quickly when he heard Nina giggle.
"This is Vic – he missed out being my father so has done the next best thing and become my lover. Greetings, I'm Nina."
"Good gracious – Vic's fallen on his feet getting you as his play thing," the woman giggled. "I'm Sinéad Murphy but everyone in this district knows me as Ma Murphy – you can call me Ma. You two will be running on low with all that sex. Bacon, eggs, pancakes and thick buttered toast – does that tickle your fancy?"
They nodded.
"We go outside if you wish – the roses are lovely, but if that's not what you're wanting stay in here and talk to me. I like company, being left along all day. Would you like some Irish whisky – my father-in-law gave it to when he was last over here from Ireland? It's reputed to keep your juices flowing – you know the ones I mean. Oh don't become embarrassed, Nina. We all know what it's for – I certainly do after mothering seven children."
"Seven!" exclaimed Nina turning white.
"Ah, you young women thinking having one child is the biggest thing you face in your face and having two ties you down for the rest of your life. The secret is to have several as they tend to look after each other as they grow older which means you are left with nothing better to do that to start working for another on."
Waving to Ma Murphy as they drove off with two loaves of fresh bread, three boiled egg, washed tomatoes and lettuce to have as a picnic lunch plus a big apple pie with clotted cream, Vic snorted, "Wasn't she fantastic – just like the old days?."
"She was like a character out of an old film. I just loved her and was almost overwhelmed by her. Thank you for making that experience happen."
"My pleasure."
"Let's go to the old mill she told us about, near where Ma was born. We could find a spot to camp out for the night alongside the stream. The nights are warm so we can just erect the roof of the tent – it's one of those with zipped removable sides. We can have our lunch to dinner."
Vic said that sounded fine and stopped at the next village and bought four bottles of wine.
The mill looked picturesque but was in poor repair, a sign warning visitors not to go inside because the floor boards were rotten. However the water-wheel had been maintained in good order and creaked away in a repetitive three-bar tune. They stood watching it, Nina leaning on the rail fence, Vic standing behind hugging her. Before long he'd cupped a breast and not receiving a caution moved his other hand on to her belly and began gently stroking that area.
The response was almost immediate – Nina began pushing her butt back into him. His cock stiffened so Vic did what came naturally, lifting up her skirt and then unzipping.
"No, not here – not out in the open like this," she said thickly.
"It's all right, we're alone."
"What if someone arrives?" she said, now a little worried.
