From time to time I get requests from readers to write a specific story for them. There are a few I don't bother with but most I will consider. This is one of them.
In this case the unnamed reader was very specific at what he or she wanted from the story.
I just hope I fulfilled their requirements and they like what I've written.
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Three things happened to me on my eighteenth birthday. The first was that my friends took me to a nightclub in town to celebrate my coming of age.
I've no idea why eighteen is deemed to be so significant a birthday to say it's a 'Coming of Age' event because we can do most things in the UK from the age of sixteen. Well everything that is except drink legally. But then most people have at least tried alcohol before then.
The second thing was that I met my future husband; Calum Graham; that night. He was - and still is - lovely. He seemed a bit shy at first especially when he was being egged on by his mates to chat me up. They ribbed him mercilessly until he eventually came over to speak to me. It wasn't a problem though. I too was a bit introverted in those days and thought his shyness was nice.
There was nothing nice about him though when he gave me a lift home at the end of the night. My friends had all paired off so it left Calum and me on our own.
I guess it was my own fault. Already drunk, I'd insisted on having one last drink just before we left and that was the one that tipped me over the edge. I was definitely drowsy, drifting in and out of sleep as he drove me home before he pulled his car off the main road and down a farm track.
I have to admit what happened next is a bit of a blur. I suppose I enjoyed it, I definitely remember kissing him a lot and I sort of remember him fondling my boobies, which I guess I liked. Then he climbed on top of me. And that's when things get a bit hazy. I think I screamed a couple of times and when we'd finished I felt quite content and warm inside. But a few weeks later I wasn't so happy when I missed my period. Neither were mum and dad when I told them I was keeping the baby.
They were amazed when Calum stepped up to the plate and not only told me he was going to support me when I had the baby but that he wanted us to get married. Whilst I was happy with his offer of financial help I wasn't so keen on his marital idea. It seemed such a flippant notion. After all I barely knew him. Despite my misgivings, mum and dad; especially my dad; were delighted.
All through my pregnancy Calum courted me and despite the unusual circumstances leading to the start of our relationship, I soon found myself falling in love with him.
He began to tick all the right boxes in what I suspected I wanted in a mate. He was moderately good looking, of medium height and build with blues eyes, messy blond hair, which he refused to get cut and a stubbly beard, which he refused to shave off even when I complained it made my chin sore when he kissed me.
He wasn't athletic, he certainly wasn't a jock, indeed never had been as far as I was aware, which made it strange that he worked in a sports shop but nevertheless he was in pretty good shape. He could also make me laugh. Anytime things were going badly in my life I could always guarantee that Calum would make my bad mood go away. It wasn't that he told jokes it was just a way he had of lifting my spirits with his sense of sarcastic humour.
Sexually I figured we were more than compatible. In spite of having sex with him on the night we first met it was weeks before I let him anywhere near my body again, although that saying of stable door and horse springs readily to mind.
This time I was sober; obviously as I knew I was pregnant by this time; and I have to say it exceeded my expectations. Obviously I was no expert but Calum seemed to be reasonably well endowed. He certainly stretched my pussy as he struggled to enter me. But then again I wasn't as lubricated as I had been the first time. That night I'd been sloppy wet.
After that, sex became a daily event. I realised I liked being fucked and even with my limited knowledge of sexual intercourse, Calum seemed to be pretty good at it.
Around three months before my nineteenth birthday I gave birth to a healthy baby boy. We called him Noah because the night he'd been conceived we'd had a deluge of biblical proportions. With his blond hair and blue eyes he looked the spitting image of his dad.
Six months after that we got married and moved into our first home. It was a one bedroomed flat above a small supermarket that was located in a parade of shops on the outskirts of town. It wasn't ideal, in fact it was quite shitty really but it was all we could afford at the time.
Life overall was good. Sometimes financially it was a struggle but we had a good circle of friends as well as supportive families. Now and again we even found time for a social life although it was often Calum going out on a pub crawl with his mates or me going clubbing with my girlfriends. But we weren't jealous of our time apart and had complete trust that neither of us was going to stray.
I know I'm attractive to men. Calum told me the first time he saw me that he was attracted by my smile and that he thought I was way better than just pretty. He says he loves the fact that I have long brown hair that hangs down past my shoulders and he absolutely adores my green eyes and the shape of my red lips.
I get chatted up all the time when out, sometimes even when Calum is stood right next to me. When I was younger I was often called cute but as I'd got older the comments changed. I was now told I was 'really pretty' and now and again 'beautiful' or 'gorgeous'. Of course I knew they were just lines from men hoping to get inside my panties but it did my ego good to hear it every now and again.
I suspect though that they were far more interested in my body and especially my boobs. They were quite a size before I had Noah but following my pregnancy they grew a couple of cup sizes bigger to become a full and firm, sweater filling 34E. To go with them I have a waist of 27" and hips of 34". Despite the size of my waist I still have a slender build. At 5'6" tall I have fairly long legs, which are a bit too skinny for my liking and my backside whilst shapely is certainly no bubble butt. But Calum seems quite happy with how my body is.
I'd left school at sixteen with no idea of what I wanted to do other than I didn't want to go to college or university. I'd hated my time at school and had no desire to continue with my education. So I'd drifted from one job to the next, which drove my parents wild. I knew I was being awkward especially with my attitude and the way I spoke to them sometimes but I told them I was an adult now and they were still treating me like a little kid, telling me what to do and when to do it.
Looking back on those years with the benefit of hindsight I know that they were only trying to help and were concerned about my apparent lack of self esteem and motivation. But having Noah made me grow up quickly and accept that it was me that was ultimately responsible for my own life. I also knew that at some point in time I would have to get a job. Calum was on a zero hours contract at the sports shop and his wage was nothing to write home about and with very little overtime being made available he wouldn't be able to support us on his own for too long.
So after discussing it with Calum I enrolled at the local college and took a business administration and secretarial course. Mum was a godsend. She offered to look after Noah and thereafter became a doting grandmother, spoiling him rotten.
After I got my qualifications I landed a job at a small builders yard. The owner employed three blokes who seemed to spend more time in the yard than actually out on site working. They all took a shine to me but in a good way. They were very protective of me, treating me as if I was their own daughter. They even gave me a pet name of 'little princess'.
I worked there for a couple of years until we were all made redundant when the company went bust. It wasn't the owners fault. A larger company had subcontracted him to do some formwork for them. He bought the rebar, did the work and then they refused to pay him, making up excuse after excuse as to why they couldn't. I thought it was so unfair but apparently it happens a lot in the construction industry.
After that I registered with a number of employment agencies but at that time there didn't seem to be much of a demand for secretarial staff. I did get two temporary placements but they were only for a couple of weeks each as holiday cover.
I finally got a break about two months after my twenty first birthday when I went to work for Wynne & Son Accountants. Again I was taken on as a temporary secretary, this time as maternity cover, which meant if they were happy with me I was guaranteed at least six months work.
I actually liked the job a lot and was delighted when the girl I'd been temping for decided she wasn't going to return. I was offered her position on a permanent, full time basis and accepted without hesitation. Caring for Noah wasn't going to be a problem as mum was besotted with her grandson and was happy to continue to look after him full time.
It wasn't a big company, in total there were seven of us in the office. Brian Wynne was the boss and main accountant, Janice and Martin who provided our book-keeping services and George who was our trainee accountant. Then there was myself, Mavis and part timer Chantelle to provide the admin and secretarial support. Brian's father Donald, who had started the company was still employed as a consultant but he only came in once a month if that.
The atmosphere at work was formal but relaxed. Brian proved to be a great boss and was liked and respected by everyone. We were expected to work hard although he was quite easy going and treated us fairly. I think he was around forty years of age but didn't look it. He had a dominating personality and was tall with dark hair and dark eyes.
At first I was almost scared of him with his stand offish demeanour but I think I actually had a bit of a schoolgirl crush going on. Just being in his presence made me blush furiously and my heart beat a little bit faster and I have to confess that now and again in those early days I even fantasied about what it would be like to be with him.
I know it was stupid but that's all it was, a fantasy. Brian was happily married to Julia with whom he had two children. Every now and again she would breeze into the office liked she owned the place, demanding to see Brian even if he was with clients. At first she ignored me. I was just a temp so why would she lower herself to talk to me. Things altered though when I got taken on permanently.
She then became quite chatty, taking an interest in my life, asking about my husband and my child. She was always nice but gradually after that I noticed a hardening of her attitude towards me. I don't know why that was. Maybe I was being paranoid but she didn't seem as friendly as she had been.
Despite our limited household budget I still wanted to dress well for my job especially after I was taken on permanently. There was no uniform but jeans and a tee shirt were definitely not allowed. So the men all wore suits and the women either wore dresses, or skirts and trousers with nice tops. Nothing sporty however. According to Mr Wynne we were a professional company and had to always present that formal image to the public.
My problem was that I didn't have that much spare money to spend on loads of clothes but mum stepped in and offered to help me out. That was a godsend although she did tell me that whatever she bought would be my combined birthday and Christmas presents for the next year. I was happy to accept, knowing full well, as did she, that I would still get some Christmas presents from her anyway.
