Community Involvement Ch. 12 - Sex Stories

Community Involvement Ch. 12

... she said loudly. Not that she shouted in anger or anything, it was more out of astonishment. She looked at me for confirmation. ‘Oh my god, you had sex with dear old Daph. I don’t mean old, as in old… you know what I mean… you’ve seen her naked?” ‘Yes… I have fucked her. And my hairdresser as well, on the Monday of the last week of term. I confess my sins and pray for your forgiveness.” “There is nothing to forgive, is there, she said, a slight look of shock on her face. “Daph… I would not have picked the one.” I explained the circumstances of my going to see my hairdresser and then about going to see Daph. The hairdresser was just a case of right place at the right time and, as such, did not command much attention. However, for the Daph episode, I related how one thing lead to another and then to another, so on and so forth. Michelle quietly drank her tea and offered me cakes as I spoke and asked appropriate questions as I went. She even asked for explicit details relating to my discovery of Daph’s masturbatory forays and how we had ended up in the shower, and finally, even the minutest detail about my deflowering of Daph’s arse. “Are you okay?” I asked, feeling a bit sheepish. “I’m just feeling a little jealous, ’tis all.” ‘I’m sorry if I have… ” “You’re not sorry. I can tell.” she sort of snapped, then softened her tone. ‘Well, no… not really.” “Good. I am fine with all of that, really . However, I am just jealous because I have missed out on all your ‘fun’. We made a pact ...

... about this area of our relationship, and I do not pull back from that one bit. It’s just that I have not had any…sex, yet you have had heaps, by the sound of it. Why shouldn’t I be jealous of you for that?” “I could remedy that?” “Not right now but thank you for the offer. Always the gentleman. Anyway, I have… ” She stopped herself from going on with her sentence. It made me wonder, again, what she was up to. “So what happened with Clare?” she asked quickly trying to change the subject, as she took my hand and kissed my fingers softly. “ Another ploy to distract me from asking more about what she was up too ,” I assumed quietly to myself. It was also a gesture of acceptance of what I had done and gratitude for being open with her and telling her about it all. As well as a confirmation of the bond between us and the strengthening of our relationship. I proceeded to tell her about Clare’s telephone conversation with her contacts in Salzburg. I had already explained to Michelle, as part of the Daph confession, about my Aunt Renee, and how Clare’s mum had been a parachute packer with my aunt in Wagga, and as such, both had known Renee’s war time, and later in life, man-friend and companion, Bob. “You did what?” Michelle asked suddenly. “I went down on her while she was on the phone.” I smirked. “You naughty boy. Don’t get any ideas if my phone rings,” she said, scolding me playfully. I gave her a blow by blow run through of what Clare and I had got up to. Michelle took all I had ...