Family Secrets 3 : The rape of Laura. - Sex Stories

Family Secrets 3 : The rape of Laura.

... also we will provide a suitable bottle of wine.”

Dan thanked him very much, the man said he thought he recognised him.

“You play rugby don’t you?” He said.

Dan said he did.

“I thought l recognised you, you’re good.”

Dan thanked him and left. He walked up town to the newsagent, he had to wait about half an hour before it started closing. Heather saw him as soon as she walked out, she stopped then approached him tentatively.

“I need to talk to you,” he said.

“I don’t think l want you to do that to me again,” she replied.

“I just want to talk,” he said, “can we go down by the river?”

They walked side by side in total silence until they were sitting on one of the benches.

“I wanted to say l’m sorry,” he said, “l should never have treated you like that, l had no right.”

“It was humiliating,” she said, “l’ve been sneaking in the back room all day for a cry.”

“I really am sorry Heather,” he said, “the thing is l like you a lot, l know what people say about you but l like you, you’re clever and we get along, l shouldn’t be using you like that.”

“I don’t mind the sex,” she said, “l genuinely like being fucked, but l like it to mean something not to be used like a public toilet.”

“Look, can we start again.” He said. “Can you forgive this morning and start again.”

“I’d like that,” she said, “I like you too Dan, you’ve always been decent to me, l know some of the boys call me names but you never have, that’s why this morning was such a ...

... shock.”

“Look,” he said, “l’ve booked a table in that new restaurant by the castle for this evening, would you come with me?”

“Really?” She looked at him, “you’re not joking me.”

“No l’m not joking you. I’ve booked it for eight o’clock.”

“That place looks expensive,” she said, “l have money, my Grandma looks after it for me, l can go halves.”

“This is my treat to say how sorry l am.” He said, “no-one knows much about you Heather, why do you live with your Grandma?”

“I was born and brought up in Sweden,” she said.

“So you’re Swedish?”

“Half Swedish,” she said, “l know what you boys think but not all Swedish girls are raving nymphomaniacs.”

He smiled.

“My mother came from this town, she was a nurse over there, my father was a doctor. They were both killed in a car crash when l was six, l went to live with my father’s brother and his wife but they got divorced so when l was twelve l came to live with my Grandma. I found it hard to make friends, then boys found out l was from Sweden and they all thought l was available for sex. I fought them off for a while, then l started to give in and found l liked it.”

“Wow!” He said, “that explains why you’re so good looking, you don’t need to be so free with yourself when you look like you do.”

“But l enjoy it,” she said, “I enjoy being fucked, l don’t always cum, although l usually do with you, that’s why l was so upset this morning, you’ve never fucked me like that before, you usually fuck me hard and l like ...