All characters in my stories are aged 18 and over and whilst there may sometimes be conversations that involve people casting their minds back to when they were younger, active sex is NOT a feature of those past times and any sexually active characters are aged 18 and over.
Thank you to all my followers who have waited more than patiently for this next chapter. Other commitments mean that I cannot write as prolifically as I used to, despite there being many more chapters to come in this series.
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Amber couldn't believe she was here. Standing outside the front door of her best friend's grandparents house on New Years Eve feeling sad, upset, confused. The one place she wanted to be (with her fiance cosying up to see the year out) wasn't happening. How could he! How could Jonathan choose Brian and his wife over her?! They'd had a massive argument which had frightened her. Not because Jonathan had been aggressive in any way but because he had spoken to her very sternly, like she was a child being disciplined, telling her that her vehement dislike of Brian was irrational and that she should be grateful that they'd been invited as a couple to spend New Year's Eve with him and his wife. But it was the last bit that got her the most, when he'd told her that once they were married, she would have to accept his friends graciously in the same way that he would accept hers and that as a couple, they were a unit and would be socialising with all sorts of people at various events and that this would include Brian either with or without his wife. Much as Amber did actually understand Jonathan's point about socialising as a couple, she didn't understand how she was supposed to be sociable with Brian Jenkinson, her fiance's best friend who had molested her in his car during the evening of his own wedding anniversary! Tears began to prick her eyes again.
"Oh! Errr, Amber... hello."
Howard was surprised to see his granddaughter's friend at his front door. Sophie had cancelled her planned New Year's Eve visit to her grandparents as soon as Jayden had surprised her with an overnight stay in central London following a spot of clubbing and of course - the end of year fireworks display. He would normally have invited her straight in but was confused as to why she was even there.
"I'm surprised to see you love."
Howard looked her up and down briefly. Grey joggers and a matching grey zip-up hoodie didn't make him feel the usual piercing lust he felt whenever he saw her.
Amber looked up,
"Did Sophie not say I was coming over to stay for New Years Eve? I... I mean, I know I only told her around lunch time but she was fine with it."
Howard noticed her reddened eyes and sensed from her tone that something wasn't quite right.
"Sophie rang around an hour ago to say she wasn't coming over. Her boyfriend surprised her with an overnight stay in London at the last minute. Can't say I blame her. Who'd choose us old fogies compared to the excitement of London eh!"
Amber couldn't stop the tears. As soon as Howard had mentioned Sophie's boyfriend surprising her, it just brought back the whole issue of not being with Jonathan on the one night she'd most like to be with him.
"Amber, what's wrong sweetheart? What is it? Look, why don't you come in and we can talk about it eh?"
"Th... thank you Howard."
Amber followed the direction of Howard's arm and stood, clutching just a small carrier bag in the centre of the living room.
"Well, sit down, make yourself comfortable. Can I get you a drink?"
"N... no, I'm OK thank you."
Amber perched on the edge of the sofa watching after Howard as he went to the kitchen to fetch himself a beer. She glanced around the room. It seemed, dismal and lifeless without June and Sophie around, always chatting and laughing. There were only a couple of small lamps and the dimness seemed to make her feel worse. Glancing across at Howard's chair she noticed part of a magazine sticking up from down the side of the seat. Not enough that she could see what it was but the sight of it made her think that she was somehow interrupting the old man.
"So, what's wrong? I would've thought you and Jonathan would be having a perfect New Years Eve celebration together? You know, see the New Year in. The New Year that you're going to get married in."
Howard sank into his chair bringing the can of beer to his lips. Amber burst into tears. Yes, she SHOULD be spending a perfect New Years Eve with Jonathan but she wasn't.
"I... I'm... Oh..." More tears flowed.
Howard got up and went back to the kitchen, returning with a box of tissues and a large brandy.
"Right, here you go, and don't say 'no' OK. It's New Years Eve. Everybody has a drink on New Years Eve and it'll calm you down, comfort you, you know."
Amber already felt she was making a fool of herself in front of Howard and desperately didn't want to. Taking the glass to her lips, just the smell of the strong alcohol made her wince.
"It does that when you're not used to it but give it a few sips and you'll start to feel more relaxed."
As the word 'relaxed' left Howard's lips, he remembered the final vial of the potion he'd got from Steven all those months ago. With June asleep in bed, what a New Years Eve treat it would be for him to use Amber again. To get her stripped naked so he could talk dirty to her, grope her huge tits and fuck her tight, young pussy just one more time. After all, she would be married within 6 months and he'd probably never even see her again let alone get a chance to use her. Looking up, he noticed Amber continuing to sup the brandy. Her glass was almost empty. What if he could get her drunk enough so that he could use her and keep the potion for another time. He might get two sessions out of the sexy young girl!
"Here, let me get you a top up." He took her glass and headed off to the kitchen. As he passed the thermostat on the wall, he whacked the dial right up. His mind was now in pure, self-indulgent overdrive.
Amber was dabbing at her eyes and nose with a handful of tissues as Howard held out a refilled glass. She sipped it immediately, sitting up slightly straighter than she had been previously.
"So, what actually happened? What's upset you darling?"
Although Howard's mind was now firmly fixed on getting Amber drunk, he knew that part of his 'ploy' would be to offer a shoulder to cry on and be kind and supportive toward the girl who was obviously very upset about something. He listened intently as Amber began to explain. She no longer sobbed but some of her words were starting to slur a little. She wasn't used to drinking alcohol.
"So what is it about this Brian guy that you don't like? I can see how it's going to cause a rift if it's Jonathan's best mate."
"He's just horrible!" Amber began. "He was horrible to me once when... when..."
"When what? What happened?"
"Err... maybe I sssssh... shouldn'ttttttt say." Amber slurred noticeably.
"Oh Amber, how long have you known me? You know I'd never say anything. You know you can trust me."
Amber actually felt desperate to tell somebody. She knew she could never tell Jonathan and that Jonathan would never believe her anyway but she just wanted somebody to understand and to get that there was a genuine and real reason for her hatred of Brian Jenkinson.
"He... he... well, he... Oh God, it's horrible!" Amber swigged at the brandy.
Howard came over to the sofa, sat next to her and placed his hand on her shoulder.
"You can trust me darling, you know that."
"He said horrible things about me and he touched me." Amber glared into the brandy glass, not wanting to look at Howard as she started to open up about what had happened."
"What sort of things and where did he touch you? I'm surprised at that. No man should ever touch a woman who he knows is already with another man."
"Th... thing is... he didn't know that Jonathan was my boyfriend at the time."
"And?" Howard began to gently rub her right shoulder.
"He kept making comments about my... about MY BOOBS!" Amber raised her voice and sat bolt upright as if to give credence to what she was saying and show how much she was still badly traumatised by what had happened.
Howard could tell that she was now well under the influence of the alcohol. Picking the brandy bottle up from the floor, he topped up her glass. She didn't even notice.
"AND! AND! He made me show him my BROOBS and he touched me between my legs!"
Howard started feeling horny. In his mind, he could visualise some older man, presumably in his 60s like Jonathan, groping at the teen's stunning rack and fingering her young, inexperienced pussy. Not only would he LOVE to do that but he knew he'd also get equally turned on watching another dirty old man doing it to her.
"Oh, I'm really hot now." Amber quickly unzipped her hoodie, taking it off and throwing it over the back of the sofa. As she drank yet more brandy, Howard's gaze darted to her bust. She'd looked plain and ordinary when she turned up at his door, the grey jogging outfit doing nothing to emphasise her figure at all but now that the hoodie was gone, the thin, fitted white t-shirt, clinging to her jutting F cup breasts was just what Howard needed to see. The white lace of her balcony bra was clearly visible, as was the bulging darker area above - the titflesh that sat perfectly above where the scalloped edges of her bra cups finished.
Howard just wanted to reach around and start groping the 18 year old's stunning big tits. Jeez - how he absolutely HATED Jonathan Taylor for having her as his girlfriend and proposing marriage to her. He knew though, that he would have to respond to what Amber had told him and continue to feign his concern.
"It's wrong isn't it! Why would he do that?! Why WOULD he?!"
Again, Amber sat bolt upright, her bust thrusting forward naturally. Howard left the sofa and went back to sit in his chair. He wanted to sit opposite her so he could fully enjoy and appreciate the sight of her bra-clad tits through her thin t-shirt. He was starting to sweat himself now and totally forgot that he'd turned the thermostat up purely in the hope that it would make Amber take her hoodie off.
"Darling, men are funny creatures. Bad really if you must. Most of them are driven by urges and visual stimulation and so if a guy sees a girl with big ti... err... boobs, he sometimes can't control himself and it sounds like that's what happened with Brian. Course, for most men, they wouldn't actually DO anything because they know it's wrong but some men can't control themselves."
