The Boarding House 4
This is not stand-alone story. It's the final part of a series, so I strongly advise that you read from episode one, otherwise it may not make a lot of sense. It's also a work of fiction, so don't go and get all incensed and moralistic about the contents.
After having said that we could never do this again, Sarah had indulged our fondness, not to mention good old fashioned, healthy lust for each other on the kitchen table one more time after breakfast. We could have called it, for 'old times sake,' or even 'one for the road,' whatever feeble description, but in truth it was a farewell fuck.
She had informed me the night before in one of our quieter moments between bouts of frantic love making that she had called her brother yesterday afternoon, and that he was bringing Rachael back home today. We had also agreed that Rachael must never know what had taken place between us while she was gone. We both loved her, and the very last thing we wanted to do was hurt her.
Okay, some people will see it as being deceitful, but we thought it was the lesser of two evils; hurt Rachael badly with the knowledge that the only two people she loved had deceived her, or leave her in blissful ignorance, unaware of what had gone on. Furthermore, if what happened hadn't taken place, then Rachael and I would most likely never have been allowed to develop our relationship. The brief sexual fling with her mother had swept away the strict religious barriers that would otherwise have stayed in place and impeded our love.
We agreed that we would just tell her that we had a long discussion, and her mother had seen that she couldn't hold Rachael away from me, or men forever. She realised that what happened between Rachael and myself was inevitable, whether it was me or someone else it was bound to happen sooner or later. It was just the natural order of things, and if Rachael wanted to 'follow her heart,' then her mother wouldn't stand in her way. We thought it best to keep the explanation for Sarah's change of heart as simple as possible.
With all that in mind, I left Sarah with a final affectionate kiss, both of us freshly re-showered to 'wash away our sins,' as we laughingly described it. That we were washing away the aromatic evidence of our post breakfast sexual activity was convenient too. Anyway, I left her to do the myriad tasks that a guest house owner has to do, and made my way somewhat reluctantly to the final day of my course. I'd be leaving soon, and Rachael and I would have a lot to talk about and think about in the next couple of days.
At lunch time I went online and rearranged my travel plans and delayed my departure until the next Monday instead of leaving on Saturday as I had originally planned. There's an old military adage which says that battle plans never survive first contact with the enemy. I hadn't planned on meeting Rachael, the young woman who had changed my plans and was about to change my life forever, but now everything was different and I would have to adapt my immediate travel schedule to give us the time to sort our future out over the weekend.
Even then I reckoned it might take a few weeks of me travelling every weekend to reunite with Rachael for everything to be settled. We had to get to know each other a bit better, after all we hadn't even known each other for a whole week yet. It was in that old cliché, a 'whirlwind romance,' and it would have been crazy just to throw ourselves into it. Now was the time for a bit of common sense to prevail. A few weeks wouldn't make any difference when we had our whole lives ahead of us.
Once we were sure that this was what we
both
wanted, then Rachael could leave home and move in with me. I had bought my own house a few years earlier, and although it was far too large for a single man, I had seen it as an investment for my future. It was better to invest what money and earnings I had in property I reckoned, rather than piss it all away on fancy cars, fancy holidays and fancy women. Now it seems that planned for future had arrived, and Rachael would join me. Marriage would come later.
All these thoughts were swirling around, crowding into my head during the final day of my course, and I was having to push them to the background of my mind to try and assimilate the course information and material. Instead of going into town and eating at a restaurant, I took ten minutes to rearrange my travel plans and then went 'home,' to the boarding house to see if Rachael had arrived yet, but Sarah told me it would be mid-afternoon before she was home again.
A little disappointed but not unduly worried, Sarah and I went over what we would tell Rachael once more while she made me a sandwich and a cup of tea, enough for a light lunch. We hugged and kissed each other before I went back for the afternoon. A very chaste kiss on the cheek, and a light affectionate hug only.
Later on that afternoon, I said goodbye to the friends I'd made, the other people on the course and my tutors, and left to make my way back to the B&B. I had barely gotten out of the door of the building when I saw Rachael waiting for me. My heart leapt in my chest, and I started grinning like a fool. She came into my arms and kissed me passionately right there in the street, and I kissed her back, too bloody right I did.
'Oooh, I've missed you so much, have you missed me?' she gushed excitedly, gazing into my eyes. Her enthusiasm was infectious, and I assured her that I had missed her too, more than she would ever know and I could hardly wait until she came home again. She linked arms with me as we walked, and it would have been obvious to anyone else that here were two lovers, arm in arm who only had eyes for each other.
Back 'home,' with Rachael her mother, Sarah, greeted us as we entered, smiling at us as if nothing had ever happened between us.
'Hey, you two, I've cooked something for dinner, so get yourself through to the dining room, and we'll have a nice meal together,' she promised, and we did as we were told. Once seated Rachael sat there for a moment just looking at me her eyes shining, and reached across the table to hold my hand.. After a moment or two she thought it would be nice if she went through to the kitchen to see if her mother needed any help and she disappeared leaving me alone for a few minutes.
I could hear them talking through the kitchen door, but not what was being said. I hoped mother and daughter were reuniting and bonding again. Sarah had been the major part and influence on Rachael's life until now, and I truly wanted them to have a good relationship. I needn't have worried, the two of them came through that kitchen door laughing and smiling, and it seemed that all was well with the world.
