Developments

I was sitting at my desk, in my study, contemplating whether it was time to go out for my customary late-night beer. I usually went a bit later -- it was only 9.45pm -- but it had been a strange and, in some ways, momentous day. Janine -- a former pupil and forty years my junior -- had catapulted herself into my life and, ultimately, my bed. Moreover, it was plain that Janine did not see this as a one-time thing, despite the significant age gap. In a small seaside town, a relationship between a sixty-one year old man and a twenty-two year old woman is bound to be noticed, especially when one is well known as a retired teacher, and the other has friends and family around. There were bound to be consequences. My own family -- a grown-up daughter with a husband and children of her own - were a long way away and would, probably, find out about Janine only if I chose to tell them, but it would be impossible to keep things a secret in the town. Beer. I need beer.

I went to my bedroom to find the shoes I had taken off earlier. Perhaps I ought to make the bed, I thought. Actually, perhaps I ought to change the sheets. I stripped the bed and threw the sheet, pillowcases and duvet cover in the washing basket, blushing a little at the tell-tale stains on the sheet, then fetched clean bedding from the cupboard. Once the bed was made, I put on my shoes, tucked my phone in one back pocket and my notebook -- I never go anywhere without at least one notebook -- in the other, and headed off, unthinkingly, to the Crown and Anchor. The fifteen-minute walk passed in a bit of a daze, as all I could think of was a tiny, pale-skinned nymph with long back hair. Consequences or not, I knew I simply had to see her again, hold her again... make love to her again.

After our initial joining, under the weeping willow by the river, Janine had shown a marked reluctance to get dressed. In fact, she seemed to be quite happy sitting astride me on the ground, with just her denim skirt for modesty.

"We can't stay here for ever," I said, though the fact that I was still caressing Janine's beautiful little breasts probably didn't convey urgency. My cock was still inside her, but it had softened since my orgasm. The need for a birth-control conversation was nagging at my brain, but that could wait... for now.

"I don't ever want to leave though." Janine leaned forward and kissed me, and then added, "I want to stay like this for ever."

"It's a nice thought, but maybe we should do that somewhere a bit more private. At least put your top back on, and we can walk back to the car."

"My tits are so small that no-one would notice."

"They'll notice, believe me." I leaned up and kissed each dark nipple, first the left, then the right.

"I like it when you do that."

"Good. I promise to do it lots, but not here and not right now."

"We are going to do this again then?"

"Of course," I said, knowing that things were never that easy. "I promised, didn't I?" I picked up the crop top and handed it to her.

"Alright." She pouted. "I'll put this back on, on one condition."

"Go on?"

"We go to your house, and you take me to bed."

"Now?"

"Now."

"Ok," I said. "Deal." I picked up Janine's discarded knickers and held them out to her.

"No thanks," she said, green eyes sparkling, "You can look after those for me."

We walked back along the river. She didn't take my hand this time, instead walking ahead in her hoppy-skippy way, occasionally lifting her skirt and flashing me glimpses of pale, bare flesh and dark pubic hair.

"Your cum is leaking out of me and running down my thighs," she called, rather more loudly than I would have liked. "That's a new feeling for me. I like it."

"Glad to be of service," I replied, sardonically.

"I want more."

"I'll do my best to oblige."

We made it back to the car without being arrested for indecency, and drove to my house, where Janine proceeded to strip us both naked, and we made love for an hour or so. She had wanted to suck my cock but I insisted, gently, that it was her turn. I spread Janine's legs, burying my face into a sparse triangle of black hair, and discovered that she had never before experienced cunnilingus. She had not, at this stage, told me any more about her abusers, but it seemed that they had not been interested in whether she enjoyed their attentions at all. When I parted her lips with my tongue and began licking her clit, she gave a long, drawn-out moan.

"Oh my god, that's amazing." She moaned some more. "I never knew."

After five minutes or so of dedicated effort on my part, Janine quivered and gave out a little scream. I kept at it for another minute while she shivered and shook, and then moved up so that my hard cock was positioned at her entrance. I pushed in gently and began thrusting.

"Yes, just like that. So good. So good."

I leant down and sucked at her little breasts, one after the other, and she orgasmed again, more violently this time, which set off my own climax and, for the second time, I filled her with my seed. That birth-control conversation popped back into my mind. Not yet, but soon, I thought.

The memory of the birth-control doubt coincided with my arrival at the Crown and Anchor. I pushed the door open and headed for my usual corner bar-stool, to be greeted by a cheery, smiling face and an impressive cleavage in a tight, flesh-coloured, low-necked top. This would normally have cheered me up, but tonight I experienced a sudden feeling of panic.

"Hello darling. The usual?"

"Hello Sally. Yes please."

"How's your day been, darling?"

I was suddenly very worried. What answer is Sally -- Janine's mum -- expecting? What has Janine said about her day? It's been great so far, Sally, thanks. Fucked your lovely daughter twice this afternoon. So yes, a good day. No, I didn't say that.

"Pretty good actually, thanks. Need a beer though."

"Lovely," she said, placing my beer on the counter and taking my money. Sally walked along the bar and started serving someone else. My phone, now lying on the bar, vibrated. I touched the screen and a WhatsApp message appeared.

- Hello lover xxx

I glanced at Sally, but she was far enough away that she couldn't see the name on the screen. I typed a reply:

- I was just thinking about you

Well, it was true, sort of.

- I bet. I've been thinking about you too.

- Good xx glad I gave you something to think about

- Def. What are you doing?

- I'm in the pub. It's what old blokes like me do in the evening.

- Rubbish you're not old. Which pub?

Here it comes, I thought. Consequences.

- I'm sixty-two nearly -- that's pretty old.

- My dad says you're as old as the woman you feel, so today you're only twenty-two xxx

I chuckled out loud. If only. Sally glanced at me, but said nothing.

- Which pub?

- Crown and Anchor.

- You're with my mum then.

- We're in the same place, yes.

- Are you looking at her tits. I saw what she was wearing when she went to work.

- I told you, I have been well trained. No staring.

Liar, I thought. Sally's tits were probably the first thing I noticed as I walked through the door.

- You can look, but no touching, You're all mine now.

What have you said, I wondered. What, if anything, have you said about me, about today? Sally was busy chatting to a couple of guys off a boat in the harbour. She never had any problem getting people to chat to her, though they were rarely looking at her face.

- I could come and meet you for a drink.

I could feel the panic rising again. The cat would definitely be out of the bag then, and I wanted a bit of time to work out how to manage things.

- Bit late now. You're working tomorrow morning aren't you?

- True. I start at 6 and finish at 2. Can we meet up tomorrow afternoon?

- Yes ok. Where?

- I'll come and find you -- about half two.

- Ok, message me then I will tell you where I am.

- Ok lover. Dream about me xx

My heart rate was returning to normal levels, but I was still a bit worried about what Sally did or did not know. I sent a thumbs-up emoji and some xxs, and the phone went quiet for a few minutes. Janine must have read my mind.

- Don't worry, I haven't said anything.

Phew. I sent another thumbs-up.

Sally appeared at my end of the bar again, and leant towards me. I forced my eyes upward. She had a distinct glint in her eye. I know where Janine gets that from, anyway, I thought, and then I remembered something she had said, about why she hadn't told anyone about her abuse. "I love my mum and dad," she had said. Does that mean that Sally knew that someone had forced Janine into sex at the age of twelve. Disturbing.

"Like what you see," teased Sally.

"I'm sorry Sal," I shrugged my shoulders, "l do my best to be a gentleman, but sometimes I can't help being a bloke."

"Well, since it's you," she replied, with a wink. She leaned further forward. "If you played your cards right, you might see a bit more."

I admit to being taken completely aback -- Sally had never said anything remotely like this to me before -- and being honest, I knew that on any previous night I might have followed it up. Now, however, things were rather too complicated. I tried to brush it off.

"You're winding an old man up, Sal, you being married and all."

"Married? Not really. He lost interest in me years ago and he barely knows my name now. Dementia."

"I didn't know. Sorry."

"No need. It is what it is." She sighed. "Even before that started it was evident that he'd lost interest. I was quite young when we got together. As I got older he just seemed to stop fancying me." Or, I thought, he fancied someone younger. I wondered whether Sally really had finished with school, as Janine believed, before she'd got involved with one of her teachers. Sally was still talking. "...so if you fancy a drink or something one evening..."

"You never know, Sal, I might just take you up on that," I said, just to be polite, "But I'm kind of set in my ways now."

"I don't make offers like this all the time you know."

"I know, Sal, I know. I've just got a couple of things on my mind." Your daughter's couple of things, said a voice in my head, not yours, as tempting as they are. "Another pint, please, and then I'll be out of your way."

I worked at home the following day, stopping for a light lunch around noon, and going straight back to the writing desk. I glanced at the time now and then, and gradually the clock reached 2.30pm. Any minute now, I thought, realising how excited I was. Silly old fool, I thought. It can't possibly last... but I didn't want to end it. Hopefully, no-one would get hurt. My phone buzzed:

- Finished work. Where are you?

- Home.

- Can I come round?

- Of course.

- Ok, fifteen minutes.

I gave the last message a thumbs up and filled the kettle, not sure what to expect. I arranged a cafetière and two mugs, put some laundry in the washing machine and then heard the doorbell. I opened the door and there was Janine, dressed very differently to the previous day, having come straight from work, at the posh hotel in the harbour: a dark blue skirt and jacket, over a white blouse, and a pair of smart black shoes with low heels. She stepped into the hall and went straight through to the kitchen, where she sat down on one of my kitchen stools, obviously tired.

"How was your day," I asked, clicking on the kettle, "Coffee?"

"Yes please!" She pulled a face. "My boss was a pain today."

"That's what bosses are for," I said, a little too flippantly, "To be a pain."

"Mine isn't, usually."

"Coffee," I said, handing her a steaming mug. "Should help a bit." She sipped at it, and looked at me with tired eyes.

"I bet you were expecting to have me on my back by now."

"I'd never take you for granted like that." I felt guilty though, because truthfully I was a little disappointed that I'd got tired, post-work Janine, instead of the sexy nymph of the previous day. Janine eyed me balefully over the rim of her mug. I went on, "I enjoy your company as a person, not just a body. However you want to spend our time together, I am happy to be with you."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Not worried about the age gap any more then?"

"Honestly? Yes, amongst other things, but I think you were right yesterday. We could be good for one another."

"What other things?" She really was tired and I realised that this could easily turn into an argument.

"Nothing that can't wait until you feel a bit better." I waited for a response but none came. "What would you like to do this afternoon?"

"Sleep. Kill my boss. Drink a bit too much wine. Not necessarily in that order."

"Food?" I asked.

"Later maybe."

"Ok," I said, "Why don't you have a nap. Close your eyes for an hour or so and then I'll take you somewhere nice, for a meal."

"I came straight from work."

"I noticed."

"No, what I mean is I need to go home and change."

"No problem." I thought I knew what she was worried about, but the questions from her mum were bound to start sooner or later. "Go and lie down. If you aren't up and about by six I'll come and wake you."

"Thank-you," she said, heading for my bedroom. "I could get used to being treated nicely."

I finished my coffee and went back to the study.

I reached a natural break in my writing at about four-forty-five, and decided to check on Janine. I gently pushed at the door to my bedroom and got something of a surprise. Janine's jacket, blouse and skirt were hanging neatly on a clothes hanger, which she must have taken from my wardrobe. The hanger was hooked onto the doorknob of the wardrobe, and her shoes were placed immediately on the carpet below. Next to the shoes, presumably lying just as they had fallen, were Janine's knickers and bra. Janine, presumably naked, was curled up. in my bed with the duvet pulled right up to her ears. She was fast asleep, content in my personal space. That thought made me very happy. I watched for a few minutes, enjoying the thought of her nakedness under the duvet, and then that nagging birth-control question resurfaced. Perhaps, I thought, I should do a little research on the morning-after pill. I left Janine asleep and headed back to my desk.

Around twenty minutes later, my study door burst open, a pair of small hands appeared from behind and covered my eyes. My head was pulled back into a pair of small, naked breasts, and a voice whispered, seductively, in my ear:

"Guess who?"

"Hmm..." I said, "Let me think. Which of my many naked young girlfriends can it be?"

"That had better not be true!" No whispering now. "I told you last night... you're mine."

"I am."

"Then why do you still have clothes on?"

"Because I'm taking you out to dinner?"

"If you're taking me out, you need to change into something smarter."

"True."

"Get 'em off then, and make love to me."

I left a trail of clothes -- t-shirt, jeans, socks, boxer shorts -- between the study and my bedroom. Janine sat on the end of my bed, pulled me towards her and began licking the tip of my cock. After a few moments of licking, she opened her mouth and pulled my cock in. It was heavenly. Janine's hands were on by behind, applying pressure now and then to make me thrust. Once or twice, she gagged a little. I could feel my orgasm rising.

"Janine, sweetheart," I gasped, "If you keep that up..."

She scrambled backwards up the bed, and spread her legs.

"I want you inside me, now."

Her pussy, though tight, was very wet, and my cock slipped in quite easily. She moaned in pleasure, and brought her hands to my buttocks again, to pull me into her. Then she locked her feet behind my back and brought her hands to my face, pulling me forward for a deep kiss.

"Fuck me hard, but don't hurt me."

I plunged into her, and she grunted in pure lust. Being careful not to cause pain, I thrust as hard and fast as I could, knowing that I wouldn't last long. Once again, she must have read my mind.

"Don't worry about making me cum. Fill me with your cum."

"We should talk about that."

"We will, but not now."

"But..."

"But nothing. Do it."

And I did.

We lay entwined for what seemed like an age, but was actually only about half an hour. It was lovely, having this perfect young body moulded to mine, but I couldn't free myself of the worry. Three times now I had cum inside her. I had to ask.

"Ok, there are things we really need to talk about."

"Not now."

"Yes now."

Silence. I tried again:

"We can't leave it much longer," I said, fondling one of her gorgeous little breasts. "Let's have the chat now and then we can go out."

Janine disentwined herself and moved so that she was straddling me, the wetness of her pussy resting on my now soft cock.

"Ok," she said, "We'll talk, but I think we need more time. If we're going out..."

"We can at least start the conversation."

"What do you want to talk about then?"

"Well, first off, are we actually trying for a baby, or do we need to sort out some birth control?"

"Oh, that."

"That."

"Ok, well, I probably should have told you before, but I was testing you."

"Testing me?"

"Yes. I wanted to know whether you really liked me, or whether you were just after a shag. I figured that if you were prepared to risk getting me pregnant then you must genuinely like being with me."

"I've passed then."

"You've passed."

"So?"

"So I am on the pill, and have been since I was twelve, when... you know. Mum took me to the doctor."

"Quite a lot seems to have happened when you were twelve, but you haven't actually told me very much."

"I will," she said, "But not right now. Anyway, I am not going to get pregnant." She paused, and then, "What else?"

"Well, this is a very small town. Nothing stays secret for long."

"True, but who cares?" Janine took my hands and placed them on her breasts. "I like it when you play with them," she explained. "You should do it more."

"Yes Miss," I replied, caressing her nipples with my thumbs.

"You were saying...?"

"I was saying that this is a small town, and we're going to be the talk of it fairly soon."

"So?"

"So... your mum, for a start. What's she going to think? And your friends? They'll soon be taking the piss about your old grandad boyfriend."

"My mum? I don't care. Friends? I hardly have any friends, and the ones I do have, well, if they give me any grief they can fuck off. I feel safe with you in a way that I never have before. I don't care what anyone thinks. Anyway, you don't look as old as you think you do."

"No?"

"No. You need your hair shorter, and tidier. And that beard makes you look older, but if it was trimmed properly it would be fine. It's not like you're all old and wrinkly. Your body isn't that out of shape either -- if you lost a few pounds and let me cut your hair you wouldn't look a day over forty-five."

"Only twice your age then." I was sceptical. "And I should let you cut my hair... do you know how to cut hair?"

"Absolutely. I did the hairdressing course at school."

"Ok, why not? At least it'll save me a tenner."

"No it won't," said Janine, her green eyes sparkling again. "You'll be spending that on me instead."

Still straddling me, Janine had started to rock, very gently, and I could feel my cock beginning to stir under the pressure of her wet pussy lips. As much as I wanted to make love to her again, I also didn't want her starved to the point of emaciation.

"On the subject of spending," I said, "What about dinner?"

I need to go home and change, and I need to pack a bag."

"Pack a bag?"

"Yes, Didn't I tell you?"

"Tell me what?"

"I have holiday owing, so I've just arranged five days off, starting tomorrow, and then I am rostered off for two days anyway. I have a week off. That's why my boss was so cranky today." The green eyes were dancing now. "I have a whole week off, and I want to spend every minute of it with you. So I am going to pack a small bag of small clothes, and then stay here."