Jenny.
I sat curled up on one end of the large, very comfortable sofa in the living room at Paul's parent's house and sipped my wine. It was a very nice wine. The meal had been very nice as well. Just Mary and myself. We had taken a tray up to David in his bed with his plastered foot and ankle sticking out from beneath the bedclothes. As I had looked down on him, for the first time he appeared to look his age.
I had had visions of the help Mary needed this weekend as I had driven down. I wasn't sure that I really wanted to help out if it came to bodily functions. There had been a time in my fantasies that I would have been only too happy to have taken David in hand or anywhere else he might have wanted to go. But he was already having Shirley behind Mary's back. Well, not quite so far behind her back as he had liked to think.
I was sure Mary knew. And that Shirley knew she knew. I knew. I think David at least suspected Mary knew. In fact about the only person who didn't know was Paul and I didn't have the heart to tell him. He always treated Shirley like a sister. A lot of young men with a girl as good looking as her staying under the same roof would have been tempted to try their luck, but I was certain the thought hadn't crossed his mind.
"Well I think I might go upstairs to bed, if you don't mind." Mary said stifling a yawn. "It has been a trying last few days."
I looked at the clock on the wall. Nine-fifteen. I could ring Paul and talk to him before going to bed myself.
"Not at all." I replied. "You don't mind if I use the phone to ring Paul, do you?"
"Not at all." She smiled.
There was a lot of Paul in that smile. Or a lot of her in Paul's smile.
I walked through the dividing doors that separated the living-room from the dining room and sat down on the chair beside the large buffet where the phone lay. It had been a fun morning. Letting Paul have me twice and then his going down on me at the kitchen table. I had really enjoyed that. I could still feel his tongue as it had swirled around inside me and then as it had flicked my clit from side to side.
I had an itch. I paused in my dialling to scratch my pubic mound through my skirt. That felt better. I crossed my legs feeling the squeezing of my fanny lips as they were squashed together. That suddenly felt uncomfortable so I uncrossed them, allowing the tops of my thighs to fall open.
I finished dialling, conscious that I was feeling warm and moist between my legs. It was ringing in London. Yes it had felt nice when Paul had flicked my clit from side to side with his tongue. I squeezed my pubic mound through my skirt again. That felt nice.
The phone was still ringing in London.
I opened my legs and pulled up the hem of my skirt. I ran a finger along the gusset of my panties and sighed. That was nice. I could feel the wetness of my slit through the cotton material. I rubbed again. I lifted my bottom from the chair momentarily then sat back and smiled.
Yes. I had really enjoyed Paul's tongue against my clit that morning. Sometimes it felt better than having his cock inside me. Only sometimes. There were times a girl needed to feel her man inside her. Feel the power of his thrusts. But sometimes.
I felt warm and relaxed. Sitting there, listening to the purr, purr of the phone ringing in London. Slowly massaging the lips of my fanny through my panties.
I needed something more. Something I knew only too well was building inside me. I slipped my hand inside the top of my panties and felt for my clit. It seemed so large. I pulled it out into the open and caressed it with my fingertip. I breathed deeply letting the air escape with a sigh. I applied more pressure to my clit and began to rub faster. Oh yes. Little ripples of pleasure were washing over me. Yes. I rubbed faster. It was building inside me. Building. Building. Ahh.
The phone was still ringing in London.
