A continuation of my return visit to meet Clare:
"I'm still rather intrigued to know who this person named Abby is?" Clare reiterated. She was still bent forward with her left knee and upper torso sprawled upon her desk, her right foot on the floor, supporting the rest of body. Her psychedelic print dress was bunched up around her hips exposing her gorgeous rounded arse and her slick, blood engorged and puffy labia from which a steady stream of our combined fluids seeped, pooling on her blotter. I had withdrawn from her, trailing semen as I went and had pulled her chair, which I had pushed aside earlier, under myself and flopped into it, spent.
"You don't really want to know about her, do you?" I asked with a slight whine in my voice, hoping she would let the subject go and not really wanting to speak about the person in question
at all
, if the truth be told.
"Of course I do!" she retorted, slowly pulling herself upright and straightening her attire. Clare sat on the edge of her desk and idly drew little circles in the small come puddles on her desk. "I want to know
all
about her."
She looked at me through the tops of her eyes as she continued to draw.
"I could let it slide but you called out her name as you fucked me...that means I have a right to know who she is. Has she replaced Michelle as your fuck-buddie now that the holidays are upon us?"
"No!" I knew she was fishing on the Michelle front again. "She is not a replacement anything. Look, I
really
don't want to talk about her..."
"Is she the reason you were stressed before coming here? Is she the reason why you fucked me so hard..." she deliberately withheld her words, eyeing me intently and gauging my reactions. "And so well, I might add."
I started to feel self conscious for some strange reason. I was still naked from the waist down and my limp penis and slack balls, which were coated with our combined juices, hung between my legs. I crossed my legs to cover myself.
"No need to be modest in front of me, Ray. I know what you have and how you go about using it so there is no need to hide your maleness from me." Her haughty tone made me a little unsettled. "I even know how expert you can be at
filling
a woman's desires..."
Once again she deliberately paused. I just sat and waited for her to continue. Clare seemed amused that I was not biting.
"All three orifices in one session is quite a feat. Not that you came in them all. Two wasn't it?"
"What
are
you talking about?" My mind had suddenly gone blank, as it usually did when I felt threatened or under pressure. I could not think clearly. Desperately I tried to focus on what she was getting at or where was going with her questions.
"Why so coy?" She asked, as she leant forward and placed her hands on the arms of her chair in which I sat. Her beautiful face was only centimetres away from mine. As she came closer, the deep crevice that was her cleavage was on full display. "I'm not passing judgment or anything. I just want us, you and I, to be fully up front with each other. Being full and open with you is...well...good for us both, I guess is the best way to put it. Especially since you will be my paid for photographer on the tour."
'You mean you got the okay to put me on as staff?"
"Yep! But that is only avoiding the real topic here isn't it?"
I nodded, searching her face for something but I could not have told you what. Then, the penny dropped.
"You
know
about Daphne?" I asked incredulously. It had taken a short while but the fog had started to lift in my head and the part of Clare's question regarding 'all three orifices' had suddenly registered.
"Of course! You sound surprised?"
"Shouldn't I be?"
"Hmm," She leant closer and kissed my forehead. "I guess it stands to reason. Did she not tell you the name of her niece? The one she was going to call last evening about the WWII medals and the mysterious Bob?"
"Wha...?" I stammered. "Who...um,...you..."
"I guess she didn't. I should have known. Sorry." Her apologetic tone eased my feelings only slightly. She walked around to the front of her desk and casually gazed out of the window. "Daphne, or Daph as she prefers, which you already know, is my mum's sister. She looked after me a lot after my mum was killed in a car accident when I was ten. Daphne is like a mother, a big sister and a very best friend, all in one. Probably my best friend more than anything...we tell each other everything...and I mean
everything
. Every minute detail, no matter how good, bad or indifferent the subject matter...or how personal for that matter. She told me how you two bumped into each other over coffee at her place yesterday and how you grabbed hold of her breast and proceeded to have your way with her, finally fucking her in the arse...which she asked you to do, I might add. What was it like fucking the virgin arse of a mature woman? You don't have to answer that, it was a rhetorical question."
"Um...well..." I was in a state of shock and did not how to proceed. However, Clare seemed to know all about my encounter with Daph the day before, so there was point in denying it. "Yes, Daph and I...we had s..."
"You fucked each others brains out!" Clare turned abruptly, stopping me in mid-sentence, but her broad smile reassured me she was just trying to wind me up. She folded her arms under her wonderful chest in a gesture that looked like she was proud of eliciting a confession out me.
"Yes!" I answered. "But I didn't simply grab her breast...it just sort of happened."
"It is of no consequence who did what. You enjoyed each other, I know Daph did, end of story." She smiled, opening her hands in a gesture of topic closure. "However, being open and frank with me...well it wasn't so hard, now was it? Certainly not as hard as your cock was yesterday by the sound of it. And
certainly
not as hard as it was a few minutes ago when you had it stuffed inside my cunt."
I grimaced noticeably at the ending of her last sentence. I was not sure why she had decided to use such a word. Maybe she was testing me in some way.
"Don't you like the word cunt?" She asked rounding her desk again to sit on the edge in front of me. She crossed her long legs and pulled the hem of her dress down in a subtle act of modesty.
"Are you testing me or something?" I asked, a little unsure of myself.
"No...well, I do like to shock people from time to time. Their immediate reactions when surprised or shocked tend to give me an insight into their genuineness."
"I hope I have passed?"
""Marking is still in progress." She said coolly.
I found myself liking this elegant woman more and more. A lot of guys might have found her intimidating, I know I certainly did at first, but as time had gone on she seemed to be becoming less so...becoming more attractive. Not an attraction borne purely out of her physical appearance but one based on the glimpses I was starting to see of the person beneath the confident, statuesque exterior.
"It's not a word I like to use in reference to the female genitalia. Call me old fashioned, but I regard that word, when used as a descriptor for the female parts, as being demeaning...um,...I can't explain it properly. I just don't like the word when used like that."
