Roger

Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England.

Please note that I am a British female, and I write in British English and vernacular, so for me a fanny is the correct term for female genitalia, a pussy is a pet cat, and the ass is a bum or arse.

I apologise for any typo errors in my story - I edit these myself, and I'm not perfect...

This is a continuation of my Roger series, reading the earlier parts will help set the scene

The phone rang, it was an outside line. "Hello, it's Roger" Obviously I went through the whole official company answering the phone message. Like fuck I did.

"Hello. I wasn't sure if I would call you. I sat and looked at your card all day yesterday."

When I had left Joyce's house the other day, I had slipped a card into Christine's handbag with my phone number on it and the words 'Call Me'. I actually didn't have to write it, I have a few already written that I keep on me, just in case. A nice walk through the woods with Pati had been a lovely diversion and it had been really good to see her, and she was a wonderful fuck as always. She had seemed a little distant, but then, not surprising, we hardly get to see each other these days.

"Hello, How are you? I didn't get much chance to say how delightful you are and how fantastic it was to meet you, Christine." Well, a bit of gush wouldn't hurt.

"Oh. You are just saying that."

"Why would I just say that if it wasn't true?"

"I don't know, you want to trick me into bed perhaps?"

"We already did that, and as I recall, there was no trickery. No, I said it because I mean it, I think that you are a most amazing person, that you probably had difficult time growing up and I am amazed that you are sane and I desperately want to get to know you very much better."

"I hoped that we could meet, perhaps just for coffee, I am really nervous and the other day was mad and I am not sure I really know what happened and I did things that I would never do and it all got incredible and I am not sure and I am talking too much I am sorry."

"Wow. What are you scared of? We have done all the scary stuff, so now we can take it at whatever pace you want. If you want to meet for coffee, then let's meet for coffee. Where?"

"Coffee shop in the top end of Shipley."

"Yeah, I can do that. About 3.30 today?"

"Oh."

"Well, no time like the present."

"Yes, okay, of course." She paused and then spoke again, more decisively. "Yes, absolutely, of course. 3.30 today. The pay and display is signed from the bypass in case you didn't know it."

"Thank you, I know just where you mean. I will see you later."

Interesting. She was very nervous, and I would have to be quite careful not to freak her out. I rang Ronnie.

"I could do with working late, are you off to see your mum again?"

"I was umming and ahing, but if you aren't going to be home until late then I will. It is such a pain that the motorway closes."

"Well, do what you did the other day and come home in the morning. I can get your breakfast all ready for you, so all you have to do is shower, eat, dress and go."

"Okay then, yes I will, thank you."

So that was the scene set, depending on how things panned out, I didn't need to rush home, but if I ended up at home early, then, again, no problem.

I went home the Shipley way and stopped off at the little car park and walked into the coffee shop come cafe that was just at the top end of the high street. Christine was sat at a table in the middle, not far from the counter. I walked up to her and kissed her cheek. "Hello beautiful," I said. "Have you ordered?"

"Are you like this all the time?"

"I don't know what you mean." I suppose I did know exactly what she meant. "Have you ordered, what would you like?"

"You know exactly what I mean, no I haven't, Cappuccino please."

I went over to the counter and ordered two large Cappuccino and stood watching as the girl behind the counter fussed with the Gaggia coffee machine and then deciding that this was not going to be a quick process, I turned to Christine. "You look quite stunning today. Me? All I can do is apologise, I have just done 9 hours at work, so this is my crumpled, slightly worn look."

She laughed and shook her head. "I don't think I have ever met anyone quite like you."

"I don't quite know how to take that," I smiled back, "didn't you meet someone quite like me the other day at your friend's house. Oh wait, no, that wasn't me, no, that must have been someone else." There was a rattle behind me, the coffee's were ready. I paid the frankly ridiculous amount of money for two coffee's and put one in front of Christine, and the other at the empty space opposite where I sat.

"So, do you prefer Chrissie or Christine?"

"Joy always calls me Chrissie. Most other people just call me Christine or Chris or whatever."

"Well I never. Joyce is a Joy is she, oh I can have fun with that, you know I never would have dared abbreviate her, but I shall now, oh what fun. You however, did not answer my question, Chris is, to me, a bloke's name, Chrissie is very feminine as is Christine, what do you prefer, what makes you feel warm when you hear it?"

"Not Chris, I am not fond of that. I am okay otherwise." Interesting that she had mentioned that she was called Chris, considering that she doesn't apparently like the name. A psychologist would have a field day.

"Well, I think Christine is a lovely name and if you have no objections I shall continue to call you that." Her face smiled and I guess I made the right call. I wonder if she shortened Joyce to Joy in retaliation to being called Chrissie? I know that Joyce had called me 'Rog' on more than one occasion, I had made nothing of it, but it was a bit irritating.

"So."

"So."

"Well, I was delighted that you called."

"I nearly didn't."

"Why on earth not, I thought we got on very well."

"A man would think that. Me I wondered if you were just viewing me as a novelty act."

"Christ no. To have grown up and dealt with that, school must have been awkward in PE and games, to have been unlucky with boyfriends that were complete pillocks, and to be as wonderfully untroubled and, if I am honest, balanced, is a testament to your character and personality. You are a treasure, a real one, not a novelty trinket."

She sat quietly looking down and then lifted her cup to her mouth and took a sip.

"You are right," she said, "I do wish I had met you years ago."

"Well thank you, the feeling is mutual, I really want to get to know you better, I want to be able to make you relax, be comfortable. I don't want you to be on edge, afraid of any question I might ask. I want you to look forward to seeing me, not be afraid of what might, or might not happen. I can only make that happen if I am honest. I was honest with you at Joyce's house, and I can promise I will stay honest with you."

She finished her coffee and stood up. That rang alarm bells with me, what had I said to alarm her?

"Come on, lets walk a while, this place is depressing." I sighed a very large mental sigh of relief, drained my coffee and followed her out. She put her arm through mine. "Is it safe to walk along her with you?" She asked, her head tipped to my shoulder.

"In terms of what, me being likely to attack you?"

"No, silly, you are married, will your wife or any of her friends know you here, recognise you, tell tales after school, so to speak?"

"Oh, I don't know, I am so enjoying the moment I never gave it a thought. Well I don't think she knows any one over this way, not that is likely to recognise me anyway."

"You ought to give it a thought."

"Well, I am not really used to this."

"Oh come on, I know that you have been with Joyce, and I know that you have been with your neighbour, Joyce told me that days ago. And of course there was us the other day, so don't pretend you are not used to this."

"No, you misunderstand. Yes I have liaisons outside my marriage, they are almost all in the time after I get home and before my wife does. Occasionally she will be out for the day and I will be at home alone, thus giving me an opportunity, but this is not that. I don't actually know what this is, but it is not a quick session grabbed before the wife gets home. I don't know how to do this, this what we are doing, this is what I don't know how to do."

"And what do you think we are doing? Aren't we just walking up a High Street?"

"No Christine, no we are not, not to me. This is more than that."

"Oh. That is alright then. You had better stop walking."

"Why?"

"Because it is difficult to kiss you when you are walking."

She pulled me round so I was facing her and stood on toes and kissed me, full on, beautifully moist and very sensuously. That was not chaste or just a friendly peck. Good, it seems I was playing it right.

"Where do we go from here?" I asked when she pulled away and stepped back.

"My house. I am parked in the same car park. You'll have to follow me."

"Oh, okay, right then."

We walked back down the hill to the car park, she pointed to a mini cooper and said not to lose me, but if I did, to pull over as soon as possible and wait, she would come back and find me. She pulled out, me following. My estate was not as nippy or as manoeuvrable, but she didn't drive like a loony and we managed to get to her house without mishap. She lived in an old semi in the original part of town.

"It's mum and da's old house."

"Oh", I said, afraid to ask anymore.

"They died in a car crash, I live here now. I work mornings at a local school, it pays my bills." Jesus she has had some trauma to live through.

"I don't know what to say, sorry seems inadequate, forgive me if I say nothing."

"That was the right thing to say, come on, lets get off the drive." She stepped up to the door and unlocked. I heard the beeping of a burglar alarm which was silenced after a moment, "come in," she called.

I followed her in and slipped my shoes off. She took her coat off and hung it on a coat hook at the side of the hall and stood and looked at me.

"I am very comfortable with you," she said, "why is that?"

I shrugged my shoulders a little. "I don't know, I am trying to simply be me, to just be honest. I will try not to ever lie to you," I lied, "I am cheating on a wife, cheating and lying to you seems pointless somehow."

She closed the gap between us and kissed me, there was warmth and feeling in the kiss, passion oozed as her tongue worked its way in to my mouth. She may not be particularly experienced in something's, but she was hot at kissing. My guess is that she tried to get boys worked up so that she could easily get them 'off' and so not have to end up dropping her knickers, and the inevitable problem that would cause.

I held her arms as she held my face, I kissed her as she kissed me and I found myself walking her towards the stairs. She broke the kiss and took my hand and began the walk up.

"This is going to sound crass, I am sorry. I have been up for hours. Do you have a shower I can use?"

"Of course. There is one over the bath." She walked to the top of the stairs. "The bathroom is there," she said pointing to my right. "My bedroom is there," pointing to a different door, to the left. Being an old house it would not have had an ensuite. "Come through when you are ready, I shall be in bed waiting for you."

I turned to her and kissed her and then went to the bathroom. An old white suite with an electric shower over the bath. A plastic sheet shower screen. I undressed quickly, folding my clothes and putting them onto the toilet lid. The shower was functional and I was able to wash a days perspiration away.

I found a lilac bath towel on a radiator and wrapped it around me and walked through to the bedroom. The bed was in front of the window, a front facing window I saw, and looked to be an old brass bed. I wondered if it squeaked, I wondered if she knew. Christine was in the bed, the clothes she had been wearing were draped across a chair, a quilt covering her. As I approached the bed, she shuffled across to make room for me. I dropped the towel and slid in and rolled to face her as she rolled to face me. She leant towards me and our lips touched briefly and she leant back.

"I don't know how to do this."

"It is kind of new territory for me also," I said, "I am more used to grabbing a quickie, than having quality time with a beautiful woman."

"You keep calling me a woman."

I shuffled across so that my face was in her face and I kissed her, pressing her down into the down of the pillow. My hand moved across until I encountered her, and as I touched her she flinched. I moved my hand across her stomach, brushed past her penis and lay my palm flat against her fanny.

"Men don't have one of these," I said as I ran my finger between her fanny lips and pressed it into her, pushing inside her, "that makes you a woman to me."

"I am more than a woman," she spoke between my kisses, catching her breath as she spoke and as I penetrated her with a second finger.

"Yes, much more, and that makes me the luckiest man on Earth." I silenced further talk with a kiss that was hard and deep and I rolled fully onto her, my cock pushing at her crotch. I leant down and slid it along and then positioned and with a gentle pressure, I slipped in, very aware of her very hard cock that lay between us. I didn't want to fuck, not yet, I just wanted to be in her, to kiss her, to hold her breasts, to get used to the feel of her, this was a very different experience for me, and I did not know how long it would last, I wanted to savour every moment.

"Why?"

"Why what Roger?"

"Why me? Why not any other man, why me, why now?" I slowly began to fuck in and out of her, causing the skin on her cock to slide as it lay trapped between us.

"Joyce had spoken of a friend, a kind friend who seemed to be understanding. She told of something that had happened, a fantasy that when it happened was a nightmare and how you, that kind friend, had helped her, and inside me I just knew, I knew that if I could not connect with you, then I would not connect with anyone ever."

"Did she know all about you?"

"Well, she knew I had a penis above my vagina, I never told her that it worked."

"Do you know how much biologically you are man or woman?" I began to fuck her harder, my balls squashing between her legs, my foreskin rolling along my cock as I pushed inside her, her foreskin rolling along her cock as it rubbed between us.

"I can fuck a man and fuck a woman, I can get pregnant, and I can't get a woman pregnant. That pretty much makes me mostly a woman."

"That pretty much makes you a very very special person."

"Oh, oh, yes," and other undecipherable sounds, her fanny tightening around me, and her hands gripping my back, her nails digging in, and I began to fuck just a little harder and deeper, my balls began to tighten and my arse began to squeeze. My breath held in my throat and I could hear that hers had snagged, her neck was taut, her head tipped back, her mouth open in a silent 'O'.

Her fingers gripped tight in my back and then she suddenly breathed, a gasp from her mouth and a wetness between us as she erupted through her cock and the spasms in her fanny tipped me over the edge and I came too, my spurts within her, inside her fertile fanny. I gasped and grunted as my cock shot out its load and I moaned and took long deep breaths as I came down from the orgasm and slumped over her, my weight mostly on my elbows, but also across her breasts.

"Oh God Christine," I gasped, "I think we both..." I didn't finish the sentence, I was gasping, the orgasm had been another intense one, I did not understand why, I wanted to fuck the woman that was Christine, not the man, and I absolutely could not let the man that was Christine get in the way, could not let him interfere, but my worry was that my orgasms were so intense because I was fucking the man. That was scary.

Her arms were around me now, her head in my neck, gently kissing me, the scrabbling and scratching were gone, the movements between us now were softer, gentle, more caring than craving.

"Is it always like this?" She asked me.

"Like what, what do you mean?" I asked back.

"This is nothing like when I do it to myself, the feeling is more intense, I feel it through out my whole body through my vagina and my penis, through bits buried deep inside me, it is just so intense. When I do it to myself it is a rush, it is good, but never ever this good. Does it feel like that for you, is it the same with every woman you are with, is this the feeling that you give to Joyce? "

"No Christine, no, this is unique. Sex with someone is usually much more powerful than by yourself, that is the way it is, but no, I have not experienced orgasms this powerful with any other girlfriend."

"Other girlfriend?"

"You know what I mean." That was not a road I was prepared to go down. Full stop. Never. This was a novelty, a new experience, it would peter out and that would be that. I had no intention of a long term relationship, Gill was my girlfriend, Christine was just a fuck.

I knew I was kidding myself, I knew that I would get addicted to this intensity, it was like a drug in my brain, Christine was my cocaine and I wanted to inject, snort and smoke her every way I could. I suspected I was in trouble.

I had just got out of the shower when the phone rang, it was Ronnie. She was worried about her mother, did I think she ought to come and stay with us for a while again. I sat naked on the edge of the bed talking, drying my hair as we spoke.

"Well, I don't mind, you know that. I just wonder if she actually improves when she is with us. None of her friends are up here with us, none of her personal things are here, all the stuff that makes her happy, apart from you, is down there. I am just thinking that she seems worse after she stayed with us, than she was before."

"I know, but I am struggling to cope with this."

"Okay. Get the phone numbers of all of her friends. Try and arrange for at least one of them to come and see mum each day and to give you a ring early evening. You can then phone mum later in the evening. You will be able to gauge then how much better she actually is, you will have real feedback from friends. They see her as she really is."

"Are you suggesting that she is putting it on a bit?"

"God no, not on purpose, but if she is a bit down, for whatever reason, it is natural that she would use someone as a crutch, and you do that very well, of course you do."

"I can't just abandon her."

"I am not suggesting that you do, I suggest that you get her friends a little more involved, find out what she us like when you are not running after her all the time. We are in danger of a classic role reversal here."

"What, child looks after parent?"

"Indeed. If you feel you need to bring her up here, then do, I just think that may hasten the deterioration and I do not think it is in her best interests. I don't think it is good for you either. In fact the whole situation is bad, you are getting stretched very thinly."

"I know. Okay. See you in the morning."

I lay back on the bed, almost exasperated. I really didn't want Ronnies mum staying with us long term, I was used to the freedom that I had and her mum would impinge on that.

My mobile buzzed, it was Gill.

"Hello lover's phone, is that lover speaking?"

"Good job it is," I laughed.

"Oh, I don't know, I could have got a tall dark haired handsome mystery man, that could have been exciting. Are you able to talk, is she around?"

"No. I mean, yes I can talk, no she is not here, she is staying at her mum's tonight."

"Oh, so you are all alone."

"Yes, laying naked on my bed, all alone, thinking of you, wondering what to do with my right hand."