'We need to talk about Louise,' Sheila whispered to me at work one day. ' I don't know what you 2 are up to but she's got problems at home. We need to sort that urgently and then you can continue your dalliances.'
I'd been having sex with Louise's footwear at work for 6 weeks now. Giving her £5 each day for the privilege.
'She needs a place of her own to be safe,' Sheila continued,' she's found a bedsit but it's not in a nice area. I know your're fond of her, as am I, so lets see if we can help her out?'
I agreed instantly, I still had feelings for Sheila 4 years on and Louise was my present fantasy. An ideal combo.
Having secured my agreement things settled back down. Then Sheila approached me again.
'We've viewed a fully furnished semi that would be ideal,' Sheila continued, ' and she's moving in on Friday so clear your diary, we're playing removal men. I've said we'll give £100 each towards the rent each month. Don't let us down.'
Friday arrived. At noon Sheila led me and Louise to her car and told me to meet them at Louise's home. The traffic was miserable. By the time I arrived they had a pile of Louise's stuff on the path. This was swiftly put into my car and the rest into Sheila's hatchback. I noticed Louise crying.
'This is where we're going. Don't tell anyone else or I'll kill you, ' Sheila threatened with a smile. 'I might anyway.'
The address was a 2 bedroomed semi on a housing estate. Louise's new abode. We unloaded the cars and took her possessions in. It was small but cosy. An ideal first home.
'Right,' commanded Sheila, ' let's get the bed made and this stuff put away. Simon, if you can work out the washing machine and heating and leave some notes that'd be great.'
I heaved a load of stuff upstairs so the ladies could sort it out. I soon mastered the heating and washer and left instructions on the kitchen work surface.
Sheila and Louise returned downstairs looking a bit sweaty but satisfied. Louise had changed into a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt that made her look gorgeous. The goth look had changed to an asymmetrical bob that framed her beautiful face. Sheila was still in her work shift dress. Louise grabbed us around the necks and gave us a big kiss each and a hug.
' You've saved my life,' she breathed. 'Thank you.'
The final task was to unload a box of shopping that Sheila had purchased. Louise was in tears as we left.
'Think she'll be ok?' I asked.
Sheila nodded. 'I've sort of missed you,' she said, leaning in my car window.
'Likewise,' I replied.
With that Sheila reached under her dress and pulled her knickers down. Stepping out of them she threw them in to me.
'A thank you,' she giggled.
I sniffed them deeply, remembering her scent. 'I'm hard now,' I commented.
'Well, have a wank on me.' With that she got in her car and drove off.