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?"
