I find these hard to categorise because as it is about an original story maybe it should be elsewhere but I'm sure those that like it will find it, I hope.
Thanks must go to 'Jill' once again for all her support and encouragement. Without whose help this story would have gone inside. Thanks again for bearing with me Jill!
This story contains consensual sex between adults if you don't like this genre don't read it! Otherwise enjoy.
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Jill and her new boyfriend Dave, had just woken up the morning after the divorce finalisation, it had been yet another night of all consuming, multi position enjoyable lovemaking. She lay watching Dave as he lay sleeping, and began to remember how they met, how she had felt when she first set eyes on him, and how in the end they had ended up lovers.
Jill had already had a busy morning, in her job as a volunteer support worker helping ex-prisoners settle back into society, work and their homes once they left prison. Having just returned from lunch she found herself with a rather good looking, if somewhat cocky ex-con called Dave. As they sat in the small office, she had his file open as he sat opposite. She was aware he was checking her out, at thirty four she still retained youthful looks and a firm body, and was used to some guys giving her more than a casual glance.
She was speed reading as she had got used to, and going by the information she had before her 'Dave Littlebody' was a one time offender who had a bad boy reputation that had led him to being jailed for 'totting up offences' mostly minor' acts of a rebellious nature. She finished scanning the file and then sat it down in front of her, closed. "So Mr Littlebody!" her emphasis on Littlebody not being missed by Dave. Smiling he said "call me Dave, please!"
"Ok, Dave my name is Jill I am a volunteer worker, and I am here to try and help you after your spell inside!" she watched his reaction and although not embarrassed he did display a slight reddening of the cheeks. She knew that he was trying to retain his bad boy image, and that any outward showing of his feelings would be a sign of weakness. "Is there anything you would like to ask me?" she sat with her hands clasped on the desk leaning back to offer an opening for him to respond.
He looked up and grinned a cheeky sort of grin and asked "What you doing tonight?" his implication as plain as the grin on his face. Jill chose to ignore the comment and proceeded. "Dave you need to be focussed and serious, I can only help you if you are willing to be helped!"
"I am more than willing to let you help me" he quipped. Jill knew he was still being flippant, but he had been more careful with that comment, so she changed tact. "I see the council have allocated you a house, have you furnished it yet?...and have you found any work?" Dave realised he had to be more serious and said "Yes I managed to get some furnishings from my mums; she kept my stuff from my place before I went into prison."..."as for the job, I have an interview with a local builder who needs a driver for his truck, he's an old friend!"
"That's good, but are you sure he won't lead you back to where you were before prison?" Dave nodded and said "No he's clean not a problem, I don't want to go back inside, I've learned my lesson!" Jill nodded and flicked open his file, "It says here you were caught with some stolen gear at your home, yet wouldn't tell the police whose it was, despite them knowing it wasn't yours!..Why not?" Jill glanced up at him as he shrugged his shoulders "I don't grass on anyone even if it means I have to take the rap!" Jill leaned back "so it didn't fit in with the bad boy image is what you're saying?"
"I suppose so!" said Dave, his head drooped a bit and Jill knew she had gained the position of being in charge again. "So Dave, you're ok for furniture, you have a job lined up, or so you hope... I can see no reason that we need to have you back in... Unless you want to check in say a fortnights time, to let us know how things are going. Any problems please get in touch!" she slid a card across the table which had her contact details at the drop in help centre. Jill stood up and offered her hand, to Dave. He stood up, took the offered hand and shook it, "Thanks'!" he said before lifting her hand and kissing it. "Until we meet again!" he said, grinning as he turned and left.
Jill stood watching him leave and not fully understanding why she felt the butterflies in her stomach and a distinct feeling of her neck hairs standing on end. Shaking her head and muttering to herself 'c'mon woman he's a con...just think of Ian your loving husband, how would he feel if you allowed these feelings to emerge'
