House Guests
In which Marie and Matt are forced to entertain two unwelcome visitors.
Now semiretired, I work part-time as a consultant for a company I once managed, where in my tenure we developed leading edge law drafting software. By the time I took early retirement, we had our software installed in all Australasian parliamentary drafting offices. Now the company has retained me for a month, to visit your country to seek expressions of interests for state legislatures there. The bonus for me is hopefully to meet you, and also to renew my acquaintance with an old friend Albert, who has lived in your country for several years now.
Albert and I went through primary school, or what you would call junior school, and high school together in a small group of close friends. Albert's father came from Gisborne on the east coast, and is Ngapuhi. The East Coast Maoris are darker than the other tribes, but as his mother was Te Awiata, Albert was not as dark as his father. He had a big cock, bigger than most, and after sports in the showers we used to tease him about his cock as not only was it big, it was blacker than the rest of him. We stopped teasing him when the slutty girls at high school began to hang around him. He told me that once after the Saturday rugby game, one of the girls was waiting outside the locker rooms and asked him to walk her home. When he got there, he found two of her friends. waiting. He said that he fucked all three twice before he left to go home. While both Albert and I were the same height, in high school he had filled out more than me, and played for the school's First Fifteen rugby team. I had let him know I was coming over, and pleasantly surprised to find he lived less than half a hour's drive from your home.
Once I knew I was coming over, I was in almost constant contact with you. Having exchanged messages of our likes and dislikes, we had gone on to discuss what you would like to do with me, and I was looking forward to our meeting with great anticipation. However when I contacted you from my hotel in your town, I was hugely disappointed when you told me you had changed your mind and no longer wanted to meet.
That night when I met Albert in a downtown bar, I was delighted to see him, because although we kept in touch by email, we hadn't met in ten years. After a few drinks while we caught up on what had happened in the past few years and talked about mutual friends, I told him about my disappointment in not seeing you. He wanted to no the full story, and when I had finished, he shook his head.
"Man! She's been playing you mate! She probably never meant to meet you in the first place!"
"I don't know," I responded, "she sounded genuine!"
"Nah, she's just a cock teaser!" he retorted, "I've met plenty like her before. They get their kicks out of stringing you along, telling you all the things they're going to let you do, like teasing a horse with a carrot! If some chick did that to me, I'd go round there and give her one whether she wanted it or not!"
I stared moodily into my drink, flushing with anger as the truth of Albert's sank in.
"Yeah, I'm in two minds to do that!" I told him. "The problem is that the boyfriend will probably be at home at this time of night."
"No worries mate!" he told me, "I'll come with you. If the boyo gets in the way I'll take care of him!"
Draining my drink, I banged the glass down on the table. "Yeah, let's do it!" I told him, "I've got blue balls from waiting for this! Let's go!"
Albert's car is just outside. I give him the address as we buckle up our belts, and he feeds the address into the navigation system. I'm surprised at how close we are to your home, in less than ten minutes the satnav system announces that we have reached our destination as we pull up outside a small house. We sit in the car for a few minutes. Behind the curtains I can see lights are on so you must be home. Finally Albert urges me into action. "Come on mate, we can't sit here all night!" Leaving the car we walk up the path and I knock on the door. After a couple of minutes, after no response, I knock again, harder. I hear footsteps beyond the door and then it opens. A young guy in sweats is standing there; I'm picking it's Matt. He looks at us questioningly.
"Can I help you?" he asks.
"Gidday! You must be Matt." I tell him, "I'm Doug. I've come from New Zealand to see Marie."
He looks at me with confusion, wondering how I know his name. From down the hallway I can hear the sound of a television program or movie. Matt looks at me for a minute or two longer before he turns to shout down the hall, "Marie, there's a guy called Doug at the door to see you!"
I heard something called out from the lounge and he turns back to me. "She says she doesn't want to see you. She said to fuck off!" He begins to close the door, but from behind me Albert's arm swiftly reaches out, grabbing Matt's wrist, preventing him closing the door. Twisting Matt's wrist, Albert forces his arm up his back.
"Take it easy!" Albert tells him, "Just take it easy, and no one gets hurt!" Stepping past them, I walk down the hall to the lounge. I step into the lounge, Albert forcing Matt to follow.
