ONE GOOD FETISH LEADS TO ANOTHER
My name is Diane.
My long-time boyfriend, Michael and I were both 19. Having just finished school, neither of us had any ambitions of University, all we wanted was each other, without the limitations of living with our parents. We had been lovers for some time. Kissing and cuddling were reluctantly tolerated at my home, which was a small rented house occupied by just my Mother and myself. I never found out what happened to Dad. By the time I was old enough to ask the question, it was history and probably best left there. Michael's parents made no secret that I was not good enough for their son and did not allow even that. Anything further relied on finding somewhere secluded outdoors. Not too bad in the summer, but even then we were at the mercy of the weather and insects that found our exposed bodies irresistible.
We had both managed to find relatively secure and comparatively well-paid jobs, so the solution appeared to be a no-brainer - get our own place to live.
Easier said than done, letting agents were reluctant to take on teenagers. We eventually found somewhere in a house that had been converted into two flats. The occupants of the other flat were also quite young and friendly. They warned us that the flats were not exactly soundproofed and that whilst you couldn't overhear normal conversation, creaking bedsprings and associated sounds could be heard. They wouldn't complain if we didn't!! We shared a bottle of wine and sort of agreed to try to confine those sort of noises to before midnight.
Not perfect, but could have been a lot worse. Having signed a 12 month, renewable, rental agreement we were stuck with it anyway.
Needless to say, freed from parental restraints, we shagged like rabbits, even sometimes trying to synchronize our bedspring chorus with that of our housemates. It was great, but something was missing. Their sessions usually ended with what was almost a scream from the girl. Ours, for me at least, had no conclusion other than Michael filling me with copious quantities of cum. It was not his fault, he tried everything he could to bring me to a climax, until for no apparent reason everything clicked. I had the most violent and noisy orgasm. My first, or was it? I was suddenly reminded that the sensations were exactly the same as those I had experienced while being spanked by my Mother!!
I now understood how shocked she must have been. I wrote her a short note, just saying that everything was OK, giving her our address and 'phone number. Her reply, also brief, said that she was glad things had worked out for us and that she had found someone, with whom she was spending a lot of time and hopefully something more soon.
As we passed our house mates on the way out to do some shopping, the girl, I never did get to know her name, rather cheekily remarked that she had thought I was the strong silent type, but was not complaining.
We were half way through our second year in the flat and it had become clear that there was no way that we were going to be able to scrape enough money together for the deposit on a house any time soon. So plan "B".
There wasn't one, or was there?
I had kept in touch with my Mother, who I now knew by her name, Claire. She had moved in with a long time "friend". He had visited her on a number of occasions but had only stayed overnight twice while I was still living at home. He seemed a decent enough person and I was glad to see her happy.
One day, I had an unexpected, tearful 'phone call from her. He had died in hospital after a short but severe illness.
She had a proposition for us. Once the formalities had been completed, the house would be hers, together with a fairly substantial sum from a life insurance policy. How would we feel about moving in with her until she had got her head round what to do next.
She explained that the house was far too large for her on her own. It was her long-term intention to sell it and buy something more manageable. Any excess from the transactions could go towards our deposit fund, plus we would be living rent free until that had happened.
Too good to be true? It had to be, but although Michael and I had gone over it again and again, we couldn't find any way it was not a win-win situation.
The icing on the cake came when we mentioned it to our neighbors, who told us that they knew a couple who would be more than happy to take over our rental agreement.
I took 2 weeks off from work and moved in with her almost immediately to help sort out her affairs. Some of these were particularly distressing for her, not least because his death was sudden, not the result of a lengthy medical condition. We were also able to work out how we could share the house, while each preserving our personal space. There were enough rooms for that to be fairly straightforward, except for the kitchen, bathroom and utility room.
There was a cloakroom downstairs with a toilet but only basic washing facilities. It turned out that because it was quite spacious and obviously had basic plumbing and drainage, installing a shower would be quite simple. So bathroom problem largely solved.
