Community Involvement Ch. 12 - Sex Stories

Community Involvement Ch. 12

... that I get such compliments and your eyes seem to be enjoying themselves as well.” “Yes, they are,” I laughed at being caught out. It was not hard I suppose, I had not surreptitiously gone about looking her over. “Clare was great,” I stated, getting back on topic. “We met up on the Thursday before the end of term. That is when she told me about the tour and that I was to be included as a staff member.” I had not personally dwelt on the events of that day all that much since, but doing so now made me sit up straight. “It’s kind of exciting now that I think of it.” “You certainly understate things sometimes, my dear.” She laughed. “It’s not just exciting (said in a flat, off hand manner)… it is fantastic !” We laughed together like a pair of BBF’s in an American sit-com. “And what else did she say?” Usually when asked this sort of question by certain other people I could mention but won’t, I would sort of shy away from a direct answer. This style of question usually invoked in me a feeling of being interrogated but the way Michelle posed the question, it was not of the probing variety. It was a relaxed, communicative way of asking for more information to keep the flow of dialogue going. “Um…well…you know... ” I trailed off, cheekily avoiding coming straight out and telling her what actually transpired. “Ohhh, I see.” Michelle picked up her tea and sipped it and gave me a knowing stare over the rim. “You did not do much talking…again!” “Um… no,” I admitted. “At least you ...

... admitted to it.” She shrugged. “Not like last time. I had to pry it out of you.” Michelle looked at me and remained silent for a second or two and then threw her head back, and theatrically brought her hand to her brow. “Oh, I am love with a serial fucker… what am I to do?” She burst out laughing at her own humour. “Fucked if I know,” I replied. We both broke into gales of laughter, tears rolled down both our cheeks. “Actually, I spoke to Clare earlier in the week.” She inserted this piece of information quietly with the precision of a surgeon… she knew when to strike. “Oh, really,” I replied with raised eyebrows. “She did not tell me about the staff appointment. I suppose she left it to you to tell me the exciting stuff. I had to ask her about instrument insurance and the like, as I am part of the tour organising committee. But she did prompt me to ask you about her aunt… Daph?” I had just taken a mouthful of tea. Unfortunately, I sprayed it instead of swallowing as she mentioned Daph’s name. “What…(cough, splutter)… about Daph?” I finally managed. “Sorry… it caught in the throat.” “Don’t worry about that.” Michelle indicated the tea spray dismissively. “I have to clean the house tomorrow. Anyway, it will mostly have dried by then. I gather you have ‘spoken’ with Daph, as well as Clare, and there is some sort of connection I gather?” “Clare is Daph’s niece… ” I did not get to finish what I was going to say before Michelle broke in; a light bulb moment for her. “ You fucked Daph !” ...