Hello again
This one ended up a little longer than I meant it to, and I thought about splitting it into several chapters, but the ending really needs you to read it at one go. (or at least I think so)
No heavy sex scenes, just a bit now and then when the plot requires it, so if you need long explicit sex in your stories, then maybe this isn't for you.
I think it is realistic in regards the actions of the 'hero'
He is just an ordinary sort of chap, not an SAS soldier, and never been in the US 'SEALS', and seeks his revenge as such, as most (but not all) of us probably really would if we could. In fact the story was inspired by something that I once really did to someone who crossed me earlier in my life, not involving a woman, but in my case there was only two staircases involved and not five hundred. (I hope that's got you thinking? A staircase fetish – That's a new one!)
All comments welcome. I love 'em, but please don't vote me down just because you don't like one of the characters. It is just a story after all.
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Just imagine it.
Many of you will have been there.
Last year at school, testosterone kicking in like mad, and your girl friend is one of the prettiest girls at your school.
Both still virgins, a state that you desperately wish to bring to an end, but she is adamant that you won't. At least not with her!
'She' was Fiona Martin, a pretty little blonde, about average height with a nice slim figure and breasts that I had watched fill out over the last few years, though I hadn't yet got as far as feeling them, at least not inside her bra. I'd touched her legs, her thighs, and had once nearly touched her panties, only to have my hand snatched away just as I thought I was about to experience heaven.
She was much fancied by all the lads at our school, but I was cock-a-hoop that she had chosen me, even though I thought it was perhaps more because I was in the first team at rugby and the school champion at tennis than because of my looks or my charm.
She played tennis as well, and was really quite good, so I had introduced her to the club I played for in our suburb of London.
It was a good club, with five courts, four grass courts by the clubhouse, and a hard-court, which was less popular, just up by the side of the railway lines. Since I played for the club, the first team even, I was allowed on the grass courts, though when I played with my friends we usually had to use the hard-court, leaving the better courts for the seniors.
I guess Fiona enjoyed the fact that when we played together, as long as it wasn't too crowded, we could play on the grass. Somehow it meant she could lord it a little over some of her girl friends, and I benefited from that to some extent.
Another person who came to feature in my life was Tod Harding, my doubles partner at the club, and easily one of the best players there. It was him who had asked me to play with him earlier that year in the club tournament, and I was somewhat flattered to be asked, and very pleased when we won it. We became a regular pairing, winning most of our matches against other clubs, as Fiona and I got to know him and his wife Sheila quite well.
We were both eighteen by then, and they were six or seven years older, with a lovely little fair haired girl of six who Fiona and I used to baby-sit for them quite often when they went out.
We thought it an excellent arrangement, as we would have the house, and indeed the sofa to ourselves for the evening, and it was on that very sofa that I eventually got Fiona to allow me to feel her lovely breasts. She wouldn't actually take her top off, but several times I got it undone and even managed to unclip her bra. Her gasps as I tweaked her nipples was a monumental moment for me, and at last I felt as if I was getting somewhere with her.
But I wasn't ____ That was as far as she let me go, which wasn't helped by Tod and Sheila's sly remarks when they came home each time, jokingly asked us whether we'd had a good time, assuming, I suspect that we had gone far further than we had.
Everything seemed to be fine, till I had a run of really good luck on the tennis court, and ended up matched against Tod in the final of the club singles.
He expected to win.
Everyone else expected him to win.
Even I half expected him to win.
It didn't work out like that though, and I not only beat him, but also took him in two straight sets.
The young contender had defeated the old champion, and a few of the old stagers at the club were a bit put out. Quite a few of them ribbed Tod about losing, and he didn't take it well.
His attitude towards me seemed to change from that day on, though I never imagined quite the effect it would have on me for such a large chunk of my life.
It was after that event that Tod started to take an un-natural interest in Fiona. Sheila always gave me a peck on the cheek after we had finished baby sitting, and Tod had always done more or less the same to my girl friend. However that began to change and firstly Tod started to see us to the door, and once out of Sheila's sight would put his arm round Fiona, then give her a kiss. That progressed to him holding her tight, and the kiss becoming longer and longer.
I was quite jealous, but very young and inexperienced at the time, so I bit my tongue and said nothing to Tod, even though it screwed me up inside as I stood there watching them, waiting for what seemed ages for them to finish their cuddle, and break from their clutch.
Clenching my fists as I watched him kiss her, as his hand sliding down to her bottom and pulling her even closer into him.
Of course I mentioned it to Fiona, telling her it made me uncomfortable, but she laughed at me and told me not to be silly, insisting there was nothing in it and that I was making a fuss about nothing.
Trouble was, she blushed when she said it, making it bloody obvious that it wasn't that innocent.
Then one Saturday after Tod and I had just beaten another pair, he asked me a question that embarrassed the hell out of me, as we sat alone in the changing rooms of the tennis club.
"What's Fiona like in bed then Tim?"
Just like that with no warning at all. I flustered and went red, not knowing what to answer. After all, I had no idea, so I just shrugged my shoulders, which he took the wrong way.
"Not so good then Tim," he went on. "Surprising as she looks such a hot little number and has a lovely little body."
"No I didn't mean she wasn't any good," I replied still flustered and totally out of my depth. "What I meant was......"
I stuttered to a halt, still not knowing what to say.
"That I should mind my own business perhaps?" butted in Tod before I could say anything further.
"No Tod," I answered the older more worldly man, not wishing to slight him. "It's just that ___ shit, I'm not used to talking about that sort of thing really."
Tod laughed, but not at me, not to embarrass me. Or so I thought.
"Well she can certainly kiss," Tod went on next. "The little minx stuck her tongue down my throat when we were saying goodnight last Thursday."
I gulped and must have turned a deeper shade of red.
"I suppose you taught her that Tim," he carried on seemingly unaware that I was fighting to breath properly. "You certainly taught her well. I could have fucked her myself if Sheila hadn't been around."
We laughed together like two grown men might when discussing such things, though I was totally out of my depth, and my laughter was strained.
Not surprising as Fiona, my girl friend, not his, had never once kissed me like that!
"And those lovely tits. They're not very big but Christ are they firm. I suppose you like feeling them don't you?" Tod demanded next.
He was teasing me of course, taking advantage of my inexperience to ask personal questions that he would not have dared ask an older guy. I didn't realize that, just had to accept it, but at least I was on firmer ground by then.
"Yes," I answered trying to sound confident, trying to match his maturity. "They do feel good. Really good."
Well they did.
"Well they certainly felt bloody nice the other night when I was saying goodnight to her Tim," he teased me. "Really nice little handful they were, and maybe next time I'll get you to look out for Sheila, and I'll get her blouse undone so I can have a proper feel."
My insides went like concrete, and I couldn't speak as he confirmed my worst suspicions about how far Fiona had let him go with her.
"Likes you to suck them does she Tim?" He next demanded, an amused smile on his face, putting me on the spot yet again, not letting up.
"OK I suppose," I said, trying to sound nonchalant, trying to pretend that it was something that I did regularly even though it was something I'd never done in my life, never mind with Fiona.
"I bet her nipples taste good Tim," he went on, though by now I was squirming in my seat, praying for him to stop. I just wanted him to shut up and I'd had enough, but didn't know how to stop the conversation. "They feel as if they do when she squashes them up against my chest," he continued. "They feel so hard and erect that I can feel them scraping me through my shirt."
I felt like bursting into tears. I was big enough, a shade over six foot and well built with all the tennis and rugby I played, but Tod was a man when I was still really a schoolboy, and I couldn't stand up to him either physically or mentally, so I had to accept his teasing, and had to listen to him telling me how my girl had apparently rubbed her sexy little body up against him, rubbing her crotch hard against his thigh as he pushed back against her, when she had never done that to me.
Somehow he knew that I had never actually got that far with Fiona, and I could only assume that it was her that had told him.
I squirmed as I tried to imagine when and how, that conversation may have taken place.
Pissed off doesn't half describe it. I felt inadequate, humiliated, totally humiliated, and decided that Tod was not the friend that I had thought him to be. I didn't really like him at all.
It was odd because my father didn't like his, though I'd never found out why, only that it was something to do with my mother when she had been younger. It was awkward for Dad because Tod's family owned the biggest building firm in the area, and since Dad ran a small carpentry firm, employing three men to make doors and windows and things, he could hardly not deal with Tod's father even though it so obviously grieved him to do so.
Like father like son, I was to find out to my cost.
