Chapter one
Unfortunately, my girlfriend Shona was becoming a liability; there was talk of marriage and I wasn't ready to commit. There was no denying she was very attractive with a lovely body, but passion and excitement didn't feature strongly among Shona's love making, she just seemed to go through the motions. Shona never gave the impression of actually enjoying the sexual act but on the other hand she didn't demonstrate any physical displeasure or lack of enthusiasm in participating. Initially it didn't bother me, after all getting one's leg over was the name of the game, and to Shona's credit she didn't mind if I ejaculated inside her or anywhere else on her body, but it didn't stop me from thinking of ways to end our relationship.
Then, thanks to a windfall, courtesy of my parents, I was able to purchase a property. It required much renovation, which I was prepared to do, but in the end it would free me from rented accommodation. I spent a lot of time at the house doing what I could or overseeing the other contractors I'd hired. This meant time spent apart from Shona and gave me the perfect opportunity to initiate a permanent separation; I had to dissuade her that there would be no marriage.
But my plans were scuppered when my builders hit a snag with the drainage system, which they estimated was going to add a further two thousand plus to the overall cost. Unfortunately for me this problem coincided with the end of a rental agreement on the house I presently leased, meaning I would have to look elsewhere for a short-term let or rough it in my own house while the work was being done. I plumped for the second option, as it seemed the only feasible way out.
I was explaining all this to Shona's mother one evening.
Unlike her daughter, Linda was a rather plain woman, an observation based solely on the fact she never used much make-up and her fashion awareness seemed non-existent, which was a shame really because she possessed a sublime curvy figure that looked perfect for the wearing of tight fitting dresses and skirts. However, despite my personal opinion of Linda's dress sense she and I got on well.
'Of course there is another option for you, Robbie.' Linda said.
'I can't afford another option.' I replied. Linda went on.
'You could live here with Shona and me, you'd be most welcome.'
This was a bolt from the blue. It would certainly solve any short-term accommodation issue. And, living under the same roof with Shona and her mother would reduce the opportunity for sex, thus helping to facilitate my exit from Shona's life. I made a mercenary decision.
'It would certainly be more comfortable than roughing it in a half-finished house, Linda, but only if you are sure.'
'Of course I am there is plenty of room. But on the downside, you'd have put up living with two females!'
'That would be no problem,' I replied in my best flirtatious voice. 'I would be delighted to accept your kind offer.' I concluded.
'Good, that's settled. Move in at your convenience and if you've stuff that needs storing, there's room in the garage.'
'Thank you so much, Linda. I'm indebted to you.'
'Don't be silly, it will be nice to have a man around the house again.' Linda's coquettish tone wasn't lost on me as she continued. 'Shona and I get on well, but I have to admit that since her father left us three-years ago, I've missed having a man around.' Linda's words, although perfunctory, seemed to produce an air of fresh cordiality between us, something that bordered on more than just affection.
I followed Linda to the kitchen, once more wishing she would wear something more elegant to enhance her figure. I wondered if there had ever been occasions when she wore stockings and lingerie of a frivolous nature. I continued to dwell in the delightful world of erotic lingerie as Linda began preparing the evening meal.
Shona eventually joined us in the kitchen and her mother explained about me accepting her invitation to stay with them for the duration of the renovations. This prompted Shona to fling her arms around my neck and kiss me joyfully on the lips, before awarding her mother the same treatment. I found this sudden incestual spectacle of mother and daughter kissing mouth to mouth provocative and in those brief few seconds my mind filled with fantasies of the pair taking the moment further. Then Linda spoke.
'The guest room has an en-suite, Robbie, so you won't have to share with us and our multitude of feminine toiletries, but I hope we will all eat together.' Linda was, without doubt, going out of her way to make me feel welcome and wanted.
'You must let me pay my way, though. We will have to come to some arrangement over rent and food.'
'I won't hear of it and that's the end!' Linda was adamant so I let the subject drop. 'And you don't have to worry about doing your own laundry, Robbie.' She said. 'Anything you want laundered just put it in the basket in the utility room along with our stuff and I will gladly do it for you.' Linda sounded pleased to offer this service and I thanked her profusely once more.
And so I moved in with Linda and Shona, full of expectations about a comfortable stay. But there were to be many surprises ahead for me, beginning with breakfast on my first morning, when I discovered that Linda's idiosyncratic attitude for dressing down during the day, didn't extend to her nightwear. It was just before seven the following morning, I was sitting at the kitchen table having a bowl of cereal and reflecting upon my good fortune, when Linda swept in to the kitchen exuding the kind of nightly aroma only women can. She was wearing a full-length, silky, peach coloured wrap over a matching nightdress and looking very seductive.
My earlier opinion of Linda having a lovely body was endorsed and I couldn't stop ogling the sublime curve of her breasts. They were larger than I'd previously estimated and their erotic virtue was characterised by a firmness that seemed to contradict a slight sagging; at that moment Linda looked very alluring.
