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He was saving them. He was gathering them unto his spiritual flock, and he would shepherd them there. He was protecting them from the evil materialism and godless destruction of nature that had become the modern world. How long would it be until the end of humanity was brought about in nuclear devastation? This was the way to peace and salvation, Warren Trelor reasoned as he depressed the trigger and discharged a bullet into the back of Star’s head.
The woman’s bloodied hand slipped from the door handle, and her body slumped with her head coming to rest against the door frame at an odd angle. Her eyes were wide but life had abandoned them. Her mouth was open, and there was a strained gurgling sound, then her body convulsed softly in a final nervous spasm.
Trelor met the eyes of his daughter as they lifted from the woman’s face. “She’s in a safer place now, Summer,” he said. “Lock the door now and wait till I come for you.”
Summer didn’t quite close the door. She watched through a tiny crack as the woman’s body was dragged away. There had been sounds of fighting and screaming, and there had been other gun shots. She understood that the adults were being executed. She had been told to stay in the room with the children, and they were all huddled on a bed in the corner with tears dripping from their faces and snot dripping from their noses. They were past crying, though. She had soothed them, and they were all calm in their trust of her.
There had been single gun shots at short intervals. The massacre had been in progress for only ten minutes. There had been two more shots in the time since Summer had closed the door. There was another, and then another that sounded like it came from the back of the house.
She peeked from the curtain to see Joel Dixon lying in the doorway and her father stepping over his body and stalking away toward the kombi van.
Summer knew what was planned. She needed to get to her aunt and make her stop her father from killing the children. She snuck from the door, tip-toeing along the edge of the narrow hallway to avoid stepping in the trail of smeared blood. She looked in the living room where the adults were all lined up against the wall, dead. She saw her Aunt May sitting on the floor in the kitchen. Her head was slumped forward, her arms by her side. Her hand moved, and she made a sound with her head lifting a little then rocking forward again.
“Aunty, you have to wake up!” Summer implored. She was on her knees beside the woman. “You have to wake up and stop him! You have to stop Daddy,” the young girl pleaded, crying and trying to hold her aunt’s head upright.
There was a loud yell from outside. Summer recognised the voice of her friend Bert Dixon. She crawled past the prone man lying in the doorway and snuck with her back pressed against the side of the house until she could see around the corner. It was her father fighting with Bert. She watched the two men thumping and trying to strangle each other, hoping and praying Bert would win, but her dad was strong.
It had been only a week since Summer’s eleventh birthday. There had been a party where the women had dressed her up. They were all dead now, those women. They were lined up against the wall in the living room covered in blood with their eyes and mouths open. Summer could smell the blood. It was a thick, syrupy smell like sour milk and lemons.
The men had all bathed and combed their hair for her birthday party. They were nice men. They played guitars and sang. They were all dead now too. They were all lined up against the wall with their eyes and mouths open and blood all over their shirts.
“Summer! Now put that down!” Trelor commanded, but Summer depressed the trigger of the rifle she had picked up off the ground and discharged a bullet into her father.
She had been taught how to use the rifle by her aunt. She had been shooting targets since she was eight.
She fed another bullet into the chamber and worked the bolt forward and down. She pulled back the hammer until it caught. Then she lifted the rifle to her right shoulder and looked through the sight on top of the barrel.
Her father was sitting on the ground holding his stomach. He looked up from his bloodied hand and met his daughter’s eyes. Bert Dixon staggered to his feet and swayed there against the kombi van. He held out his hand to Summer, motioning for her to give him the rifle.
“It’s okay now, Summer.”
His voice was strange. He was struggling to breathe, but it was more than that. It was as if he was in another dimension or something, and Summer didn’t believe him—that it was okay now.
She aimed the rifle at her father’s chest, at the left side, imagining where his heart would be, and she depressed the trigger, discharging another bullet that made his eyes pop open and seem to focus on the far off distance.
The rifle was then taken from her grasp and she was led back into the house and into the room with the children. She was told to stay there, and she did. She waited until she heard someone sneaking along the hallway, and she peeped out to see her aunt edging along the wall toward her room. And a while later there were police lights and people everywhere. And Summer made sure to collect her shoulder bag as she was taken out through the back of the house and placed in the police bus.
In her shoulder bag she had her makeup and jewelry, her small beaded purse with her money, and a bone handled hair brush that she took out to brush her hair….
The Children’s Room is a romantic suspense novel featuring two of the children who survived that massacre. The setting 35 years later…
David grabbed the bag of Chinese food and hurried home. Clair was still in the bath, and he built a fire to take the edge off the evening chill. He set up in the lounge with the food and some beers and turned on the television. The steamy, perfumed air was drifting down the hall, so he figured bath-time was over. He waited, and she emerged from the hall in a short flannel bathrobe and sheepskin slippers. She sat beside him on the lounge.
“That was nice,” she said. “I don’t think I’ve ever had a rain-water bath before.”
“Part of the service, ma’am,” David quipped. “That’s special fried rice and that’s boiled,” he added.
She seemed a bit different. He wondered about that as he filled his plate and she filled hers. Everybody Loves Raymond was on the television.
“I can’t believe what you did with Mandy. Brent was gob-smacked,” David started, breaking a silence.
“Mandy’s beautiful. I didn’t have to do much.”
“That’s true—she is beautiful. But that was some dress!”
“It’s not really. It’s just slinky and cut low.”
David chuckled. “I noticed it was cut low. So did Brent.”
“Well, he’s supposed to notice,” Clair shot back, giggling along and seemingly beginning to relax.
They watched that old episode of Everybody Loves Raymond and the next one, sharing some laughs and chatting about what they each liked on television in general, and agreeing on comedy but splitting on sport versus true crime and craft or cooking shows.
The food had been set aside, and Clair had her legs up on the lounge. David was touching a bare knee and edging his way forward and closer to her. She was leaning in a bit too.
He met her lips once, then again, more forcefully. “Is it my turn yet?” he said.
“Hmm—is it your turn,” she repeated calculatingly. “I’m not so sure about this.”
“Not sure about what?” he had taken another kiss. She was responding. He could see where the bathrobe was opening below her waist. She had on a shiny sky-blue negligee beneath it. Maybe it was satin, he thought. It was short.
“I’m not sure about what we’re doing here,” she said. “What do you think we’re doing?”
David drew on his new code. “We’re having fun… No strings.”
“I’m having fun,” he said, going for her neck and biting it, making her giggle and squirm back against the arm of the leather lounge.
He was then lying beside her and tugging at her robe tie. She allowed that, and he opened her robe to find her body lightly veiled in a thin wisp of satin. He had decided it was satin. He could see the impression of her navel and her nipples, and that of a thin strip of pubic hair. His hand was upon her hip, and there was no under-garment beneath the negligee that he could feel.
He kissed her again, rubbing up from her hip to feel a breast. She moaned into his mouth, and he pinched her nipple, and her warm, slender body undulated against his side as he rolled half on top of her.
She turned her head away, though, and pushed against his chest. David lifted from her, giving her room. She looked at him, calculating again. “No strings, though, right?”
“Yeah, or we could watch more Raymond instead,” David answered, grinning and thumbing back at the television that was running another old episode with the volume turned down.
She frowned at him, but it looked deliberate.
He bent to her lips again and kissed her while holding her eyes. She was still calculating. He could see her mind ticking over. He tilted his head the other way and kissed her again, still holding her eyes in question as to whether or not he should back off. He didn’t want to back off. His hand was upon her hip once more, and he gripped her there as he moved to her neck then her ear. “My turn now?” he whispered.
She had taken hold of his head, hugging it as he squeezed her hip and pulled her upward against his thigh. “Out here, though. Not in bed,” she whispered hotly back into his hair.
She then kept hold of his head as he kissed his way down to her chest, nuzzling between her breasts while he gripped her other hip as well and found the bottom of her negligee. He peered up at her face as he kissed her hot skin, but her head was turned away, so he accepted that and nibbled a nipple through satin. He bit and held it while her body undulated again, and he lifted the satin garment and exposed her breasts. He then closed his eyes and took that nipple into his mouth, claiming it gently between his teeth and softly sucking on it.
David’s mind was all-consumed with the sheer beauty of the woman virtually quivering beneath him. Her body was taut yet delicately smooth and tender. Her skin was radiating pure sexual energy and the sweet perfume of the bath-oils she had been soaking in. He wanted to eat her alive and couldn’t contain that notion as he moved to the other breast and sucked and bit on it.
He had worked his way between her legs, or they had parted and were guiding him as he responded to her hands still in his hair and kissed his way down her belly. He peered up again, but her head was still turned away and had flung back as well. She was pushing him lower, impatiently. He kissed her pubic hair. It was short and neatly trimmed. He kissed his way down as her moist scent overpowered the sweet aroma of her bath and tingled the hair on the back of his neck, lifting it and setting off an instinctive surge of animal passion that made him want to growl when he ate into her.
She let out a deep, sensual moan and gripped his hair and ground herself against his mouth. He still held her hips, and he parted her from beneath with his thumbs, holding her up off the lounge and feasting on her. The quivering of her flesh had intensified into spasmodic convulsions as she writhed upward, jamming her head into the cushion to support herself, with one hand still pulling David’s hair and the other arm flung back over the arm of the lounge.
David took his turn. He took it, and didn’t stop taking it until Clair was panting away with an arm over her face and her thighs clamped together, and her hand still in his hair as he kissed her little strip of fur and tasted her belly again.
He kissed his way up to her satin covered breasts and nuzzled beneath her arm to kiss her face. He met her lips, and she felt for his firmness as she kissed him back. “Do you have something?” she asked, squeezing him in her soft little hand.
She slid her hand inside his track-pants, closing her fingers around his erection. He had a condom in his pocket. He had that open as she freed him from his pants. He rolled it on while she turned and pressed back against him. She felt for him and guided him as he moved in behind her. She still had hold of his head, and she gripped the back of his neck and ground herself onto the thrust of his pelvis.
“No strings,” she whispered into his ear, biting it as the animalistic passion surged within his back and thighs, propelling him into her heat and wetness. “No strings,” she uttered again, but her voice ended in a moan, and David was beyond thinking or caring.
He had one arm lowered and his hand pressed to the floor to support his weight. He held her body with his other arm, her breast in his hand as he slapped his body loudly against her until she cried out, writhing and moaning. He thrust into her one last time and cried out too, bucking and grinding against her.
He receded from within but kept hold of her, and she relaxed against his chest, swivelling around to fiddle with his t-shirt.
“Tarzan,” she said, peering up with a smile.
David did a mock Tarzan cry.
“I’m hungry again,” she said……
David was feeling good. He planted his empty beer glass on the bar and did a little air-guitar as his song finished. “Catch-ya Luce!” he called to the barmaid. Lucy was her name. She gave him a high-five, and he spun, strumming his imaginary guitar. “Vic!” he said, shaping up to Victor Turak, a fisherman friend who shaped up in mock readiness to box. The two men shadow-boxed each other but David’s shadow boxing morphed back into an air-guitar solo as he left his friend and spun toward the door of the bar, almost bumping right into his ex-girlfriend, Cassandra.
“Cassie! Oh shit!” He pulled up, grinning and switching his air-guitar to air-drums.
“Hello, David. Had a few, have you?”
A man stopped behind Cassie. It was her boss, Reece Norman, the man she had dumped David for. He placed his hands upon her shoulders. “Hello, David.”
David dropped the air-drumsticks, raising his hands in an exaggerated surrender as he steadied himself. He had had one too many beers. His mind was kind of numb and swaying this way and that. He tried to focus, though.
“Reece,” he said, shaking his head and waving a finger. “You know, Reecey, you’re looking sharp, man… Looks like a million bucks, eh, Cass?” he slurred. “A million fucking bucks, eh?”
David focused at the last and eyeballed the other man. He then met Cassandra’s eyes, which had watered up a bit. “Sorry, Cassie,” he said to her sincerely. “I’m a bit drunk.”
He passed the two of them, glancing at the other man again, then moving on out the door and across the car-park to the street. He had left his car at home, planning on having a few beers and being over the limit. He sat down for a while, watching the evening strollers along the foreshore and trying to sober up for the walk.
He sat for an hour before moving on and up the street to his house, where he heard laughter emanating from the living room. His mind had sharpened. He was still a bit drunk but was thinking clearly. He walked into the house to find his sister and some other woman laughing hysterically.
They both pointed at him and laughed louder.
“What the hell?” he said. “What’s so bloody funny?”
The other woman was hot. David sort of recognised her. He remembered the new girl at the B&B and had placed her.
“Actually, his shirt is tucked in a bit.” Clair looked at Amanda. “It looks like it was tucked in.”
One side of David’s shirt was secure, the other side had worked its way free of his jeans. It was still tucked in a bit at the back. He walked through the room with the two women still laughing at him, sharing a joke he had no idea of. “Crazy chicks,” he grumbled to himself, and when he got to the kitchen and opened the fridge, he called back to his sister, “Is there anything to eat?”
“In the oven!”
David found his dinner there and sat at the table to eat it. The two women joined him. They had wine.
“David, this is Clair,” Amanda announced. “She’s from the Gold Coast.”
“Hi,” Clair said, smiling.
David nodded. “Hi.”
“Except David’s not like the others,” Amanda said to Clair.
“Oh—how so?” Clair replied.
“He’s more like a girl.”
David frowned but kept eating. He was hungry.
“In that he..?” Clair prompted.
“In that he’s the one who always falls in love.”
David frowned harder. They were too giggly to argue with, though. Plus the other chick was hot, he reasoned again. He wouldn’t want to argue with her.
“Do you?” she said to him.
“Do I what?”
“Do you fall in love?”
He shrugged. “Nope! Love’s bullshit.”
“Oh, you do so!” his sister scolded. “And it is not bullshit.”
“No, I agree with your brother,” Clair said. “Love is for movies and fairy tales. All you need is sex!”
“Yes!” David agreed, cheering. “What’s your name, again?” He examined Clair closely.
“And how do you two—um..?” he motioned between the two of them.
“We met at the mansion. She’s going to ask the widow who killed her husband,” Amanda clarified as a matter-of-fact.
“Oh? But she killed him, didn’t she?” David queried.
“That’s what I’m hearing,” Clair agreed.
“And you’re..?” David prompted.
“I’m doing a paper for my college course. Oh, and some big old copper is going to show me the file tomorrow. I showed him some boob and he couldn’t say yes quick enough!”
“Clair!” Amanda scolded.
“You showed him some boob?” David questioned with interest.
Clair thrust her boobs forward, showing off her cleavage. “You guys are easy.”
“True,” David agreed, earning a more genuine smile. “Tell her!” He pointed to his sister. “Tell her to show Brent some boob or something.”
“No!” Amanda said. “It’s not like that with him.”
“Bullshit! He can’t get his eyes off the barmaids down at the Grill on a Saturday night. He’s no different to the rest of us.”
“Oh really?” Clair challenged Amanda. “The barmaids..?” she questioned David.
“See-through—boobs on show!” he explained. “And Brent with his tongue hanging out just like the rest of us.”
“Yeah, well, you can hardly blame him for that,” Amanda defended. “If girls are going to go topless!”
“Hey!” Clair exclaimed in mock indignation.
“Oh… Sorry… Not that there’s anything wrong with girls going topless.”
David was confused, looking at the two women for some clarification.
“I’m a stripper,” Clair explained. “You know—pole dancer—lap dancer.”
“Yeah, suck your tongue back in!” his sister said, giggling.
“Private dances?” David queried jokingly.
“A hundred bucks a song,” Clair replied, also jokingly. Although she got up and wiggled around David to get some more wine from the fridge.
“Your food’s getting cold,” his sister informed pointedly, raising her eyebrows at his stupid grin.
Clair brought the wine bottle back. She topped up Amanda’s glass. “Do you want to try it on?”
“Okay.” Amanda stood to go with her new girlfriend.
David questioned them, but was left there alone without explanation. They returned after a while wearing each other’s dress. Clair was wearing Amanda’s house dress and Amanda was in Clair’s slinky little woollen number.
“Well?” Clair said to David, presenting his little sister.
Amanda had a great figure, which was accentuated by the skin-tight dress. She never offered cleavage but was at the moment. “Damn!” David exclaimed. He was taken aback.
“See!” Clair said to Amanda.
David found himself looking Clair over too. The house dress had transformed her just as much, and what it had transformed her into had David’s heart pounding a bit. Although he consciously pushed that notion aside and pictured Clair lap dancing again.
The girls then vanished, and David gravitated toward the television and a rugby game that was on. Amanda came from her room a few times for more wine, but he never saw Clair again before going to bed…..
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Sue hasn’t showered. She’s sticky from the sex with her lover as she sits across the table from her husband. She’s tender down there. She’s not sore – just tingling a little from the size of the guy and having him inside her for so long.
Josh, I slept with someone.
I should just say that and get it out in the open. I think I will, but not yet. After it’s over, I will have to tell him. I don’t want to cause a scene now. I don’t want Cal involved in the confrontation. I have to wait until he’s gone…. It makes no difference if I spend one day with him or five.
Josh has asked something but Sue didn’t catch it.
“Do you know where those two USB sticks are that we bought the other week – the two ten gig ones?”
“I think I put them in the second drawer in the kitchen. They were in with the groceries.”
“Oh, okay…. I need to draw on our savings for some new hardware. It shouldn’t come to more than five hundred. I’ve got that quarterly bonus coming next week.”
“What are you buying?”
Sue’s pleased to be talking about Josh’s computer stuff.
“It’s just some new gadgets – keeping up with technology, you know?”
She smiles. “Okay…. And how’s your arm?”
“It’s fine. I have to call in and get the dressing changed tomorrow. I might be an hour late home.”
It doesn’t feel real, sitting here with Josh and the kids.
She goes through the motions getting their bath ready and cleaning up the kitchen. Josh has to go back in to work for something. He needs to be there at closing time to do some job with the security cameras.
It’s after midnight when Sue feels him getting into bed. She’s in long pyjamas, clutching her top closed and facing away from him. She pretends to be asleep.
The next morning Sue hurries home from the school and quickly changes. Cal is watching for her and lifts her over the fence. She doesn’t want the neighbours seeing her going to and from his house every day.
His big, rough hands are under her clothes before they even get in the back door. She has on a short pleated skirt and a pretty lace-trim tank top. She can smell him on the clean pillow case as he is fucking her.
Sue’s orgasm hits. He’s beyond control, thrusting into her. She clings to his rippling taut body as he ejaculates.
He leaves her there in bed while he goes for his breakfast. She finds her panties and pulls them on, then rolls over and cuddles the pillow, drawing his scent from it.
This doesn’t feel real either. I don’t know what has happened to REAL…….
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“So you were actually on the back of the guy’s bike?”
The kids have obviously told Josh about it – about Sue getting on the back of a motorbike. Josh didn’t say anything through dinner but the kids are doing homework and he has confronted Sue doing the dishes.
“We all did, Josh, it was nothing,” Sue lies.
Well, the first bit was true, but it wasn’t nothing. Sue can still feel where Cal squeezed her thigh. When she was getting changed before – not wanting Josh to see her braless in a dress she hasn’t worn in years – she noticed there is actually a grimy smudge on her hip, beneath the waistband of her panties. It’s Cal’s thumb print, and it’s still there now while her husband stands glaring at her.
She doesn’t turn to face him because she can’t lie straight-faced. “I was just being neighbourly. The guy’s not that bad. He’s fixing up the house for his paraplegic sister.”
Josh grunts. “Which one of them was it?”
“Which one of the gang? One of those fat guys? The old one?”
“Umm – the tall one with the short hair.”
Was I supposed to say the cutest one? No – not a good idea.
“What’s his name?”
Sue’s blushing now. She glances back over her shoulder. “What difference does it make, Josh? He just gave us a ride on the motorbike. It wasn’t even on the road.”
“So, what’s his name? What’s the big deal about telling me his name?”
“Because you’re freaking out.”
Josh picks up a tea towel and grabs a pot from the drainer. “Well, whatever his name is, I don’t want the children on his bike anymore, and I don’t want you associating with bikers either.”
“Associating?” Sue repeats, eyebrows raised.
Josh glares back at her. “Carrying on like a frigging biker chick.”
Sue’s blush fires up again, guiltily.
That’s pretty spot on with the fantasy I’ve been having all afternoon.
“Okay,” she concedes. “I won’t get on the bike again…. I wasn’t about to anyway.”
Sue’s finished washing, and leaves Josh to dry the dishes while she gets the kids’ bath ready. She needs to wash Cynthia’s hair tonight. Cynthia’s first. Preston likes his playtime, so it’s best he goes second. Josh is on his laptop in the dining room and closes a page quickly as Sue walks past. She thinks it might have been porn – nudie pictures. She knows he’s not into anything hard core.
Preston has all but emptied the bathwater onto the floor as usual. Sue mops it up and runs her own bath. The men next door are outside again, their deep voices resounding in her bathroom. They’re right there outside the window, and she’s nude. She listens carefully for Cal’s voice. She knows it well now, and his laugh. She closes the toilet seat and sits down, lifting a leg and resting that foot against the rim of the bath. The little smudge is still there on her hip. It’s kind of greasy.
Sue runs her middle finger through her slit. She’s already wet – or perhaps still wet from what she’s been thinking about all day. She teases her lips open and circles her clit, arching back and rolling her pelvis as her finger slips inside and the deep base of the men’s laughter resonates through her. Her vibrator is there sitting upon a folded white towel on the wash basin. She doesn’t need to turn it on. She keeps rubbing her clit as it sinks in. It has an upward curve that has the head of the thing massaging just the right spot as she grinds down onto it.
She has to bite her lip hard when her orgasm hits. It thumps through her quite powerfully – her eyes shut tight – her faceless man with a face this time – a burst of his laughter booming as she squirms down on her toy and squeezes her slutty legs together.
Sue takes Cal into the bath with her. She’s just named her toy.
Surely that’s no worse than my husband looking at porn and eyeing off all the young girls.
She gives Cal a wash and sets him on the side of the bath. The hot water swallows her as she lies back and takes a deep, satisfied breath…….
Cynthia and Preston head straight for the pool when they get home, giving Sue an excuse to sit out the back. There are two hours of sun before the afternoon will be cooling off at all. Cal is mulching the gardens next door. He keeps looking over, but Sue won’t acknowledge him. She’s feeling too guilty to do that.
She goes inside and puts the stew on simmer. It’s about an hour until Josh is due home. Somehow she ends up in the bedroom sorting through her wardrobe. Her cut-off denim shorts are at her ankles, and she kicks them away. The thought of being bent over that big black motorbike is in her mind as she strips off her bikini and slips on a little, floral print dress. It’s short and straight with spaghetti string shoulder straps. She chooses pretty white lace panties, as if he’s going to be seeing them, like in the picture flashing through her mind.
Sue cuts oranges and takes them out to the children. A low wolf whistle prickles her skin.
“May I have one of those, please? A quarter?”
Blushing and shaking her head, she relents and looks at Cal. He’s at the fence, grinning. This guy is all kinds of wrong, but she can’t stop herself plucking at her dress as she approaches with his quarter of an orange. The low V-neckline gapes a little.
I should be wearing a bra.
“Your gardens are looking good,” Sue comments, peering over the fence while the big, adorable man sucks on the orange she gave him.
She’s thinking about his mouth, wondering how it would feel to be kissed by him.
“Yeah – I’m about done for the day…. How about bringing the kids over for a ride on my bike? It’s a good chance, with none of the guys around.”
“Oh! But isn’t it dangerous? They haven’t got helmets.”
“No – we’ll ride out there.” He indicates the grassy nature strip behind the back fences.
It would be perfectly safe, Sue reasons, chewing a lip. Preston would love it.
“Come on – bring them over,” Cal enthuses. “I’ll go slow and keep safe. I’ve had kids on back and front before.”
“Are you sure it’s no trouble?”
He scoffs. “Hey kids – do want a ride on my motorcycle?”
They both squeal, “Yes!” They’re by Sue’s side dripping and wriggling excitedly in an instant.
Cal has taken the t-shirt stuffed in his back pocket and pulled it on.
“Come on – short-cut,” he says, and lifts Preston then Cynthia over the fence. “Come on, Mum – you too,” he says, grinning.
He leans over the fence and takes hold around the back of Sue’s thighs. She sits on his arm, which is beneath the hem of her dress. He lifts her easily as she clings to the rippling muscle of his shoulder. Her head is beside his. Their eyes lock.
I think my lips have parted, but he’d better not kiss me in front of the children.
“That’s a good dress, Sue.”
Sue’s feet have touched the ground, she thinks. The guy’s big hand is still upon her hip. It’s beneath her dress, squeezing her. He rubs his thumb along the waistband of her panties, just softly back and forth. This has all happened in the space of a few seconds, but time has slowed for Sue.
“Careful there, kids!” They’re climbing on the seat of the bike.
Sue’s standing there by herself now. Her legs are weak. The man she’s dressed like that for is getting on his bike. He puts her son on behind him and her daughter at the back, telling them to hold onto his belt loops. “Get the gate, Sue,” he calls, and she hurries to the back gate and opens it. The big motorbike thunders. Her kids are beaming with glee as he rides past and out onto the nature strip.
More seconds have passed. Sue’s mind is still mush. She can feel the warm, rough imprint of where his thumb was testing the band of her panties. She’s clutching her dress in front, holding her hands to her chest. The bike rumbles slowly by with her children squealing at her. She smiles back, catching the eyes of this man making her heart thump – this total stranger who had his big paw up her dress.
What am I even thinking? It’s my anniversary on Saturday. The kids are going to their grandmother’s place, and Josh is taking me to dinner and dancing. We’ve been together always. There are no other men in the world. I’ve never had to think about that, and if it weren’t for the children, this guy could have kissed me before. I would have let him.
The big loud motorbike is back. “Your turn, Mummy!” little Preston cries excitedly.
“Yeah, Mummy’s turn,” Cal says, helping the children down from the seat. They’re jumping and squealing, tugging at Sue now, pulling her toward the bike. “Come on,” Cal says, taking her hand and guiding her…….
Feeling both neighbourly and brave, Sue makes a large pitcher of ice tea and takes it out to the back deck with three glasses. She approaches the fence. “Would you men like to join me for a cold drink?”
“Absolutely!” Cal answers with a smile.
The older man smiles too. “Yes, ma’am.”
Sue waits for them to walk around, out their side gate and in hers. She put a shirt on when she was inside, but she hasn’t buttoned it. She’s tugging at it, checking herself out – her bare belly and bikini boobs. She doesn’t mind the thought of the old guy looking.
I WANT Cal to look…. What’s that about?
She has no idea what she’s thinking as she ushers the two bikers to her outdoor setting and pours them ice tea. She’s sitting between them. Roach is across the corner of the table. Cal is close beside her. His legs are open and one of them keeps touching hers. He has on faded Levis, the crotch is full – his package perhaps appropriately proportioned with his very large hands, she’s thinking.
Roach is a jolly character. He’s telling all about his younger days when he was a member of a hippie commune. Cal is teasing him about his story changing so much every time he tells it.
“Well, we used to smoke a bit of pot, and that LSD leaves you wondering what was real and what you only imagined,” he explains to Sue at one point.
“So, have you been married long?” Cal asks. “What’s your husband’s name again?”
“It’s Josh. Yes, we married young…. Seven years.”
“I’ve had two marriages,” Roach tosses in. “That’ll do.”
“One for me,” Cal confesses when Sue looks to him. “I didn’t quite make seven years.”
Roach grins and winks at Sue. “She wised up.”
“Is that true?” Sue asks Cal.
“Yep. Saw through me. Sent me packing. Married an accountant.”
“Oh. That’s not good.”
Sue giggles. “The accountant.”
Cal laughs. He has a warm laugh.
His leg is pressing against Sue’s again.
Roach finishes the last of his drink. “That was good, Sue. It hit the spot.”
“Would you like some more?”
“No – we’d better get back to it, eh, boss?”
“Yeah, we have a load of concrete coming soon.”
Sue stands with them. The older man ambles off while Cal holds the door open for her to take the tray back inside.
She passes by, brushing close and glancing back.
He looks her up and down, slowly, deliberately. He meets her eyes. “Happily married, yeah?”
The tingles swarm and heat Sue’s face. She nods. “Yeah.”
“Fair enough,” he says with a wink and smile, and he’s gone.
Shit…. Oh, shit!
Sue’s legs are wobbly. She puts the tray on the counter and calls Janie.
“Hi, Sue, what’s up?”
“Shit, Janie. Oh, my God!”
“Can you come over?”
Janie only lives two streets away. Sue gives her nothing over the phone.
“What?” she implores as Sue closes the door behind her and slumps back against it.
“The biker guy next door made a pass at me.”
Janie’s jaw drops. Her eyes bulge.
“Well, not exactly a pass…. He looked me over and asked if I’m happily married or just married.”
Janie looks Sue over too. “And you were dressed like that?”
Sue nods. She’s grinning, kind of gleefully.
Janie shakes her head. “And where did this happen, pray tell?”
Sue fills her in on the introduction over the fence and the ice tea.
“I can have the neighbours over for a cool drink, though – surely?”
“Is he still out there?” Janie’s peeping from the kitchen window. “Oh, my God. He’s hot.”
“Oh, don’t worry. He’s busy shovelling concrete.… What a hunk! Nice going, Peggy Sue.”
Sue peeps over her incorrigible friend’s shoulder. “Shit!”
“He took his shirt off…. That’s not even fair,” she whines.
“Well, we should too,” Janie says, craning her neck as Cal walks behind the edge of the house and out of view. “We should go for a swim and sunbathe.” She checks her watch. “It’s only midday. We’ve got hours until the kids get out of school.”
“What do you mean, we should? Do you mean to show off for them?”
Of course that is what Janie means. She’s a terrible flirt.
She turns to face Sue. “Take those off. You’re not wearing shorts.”
“But do you think we should?”
I want to. I think I called Janie for this exact reason. She always pushes me out of my comfort zone.
Janie’s eyes roll. “Of course we should. He said he’s only going to be around for a week, didn’t he? And you’re going to miss out on a chance to get a bit of attention at least? Get real, Sue. This is perfect. This is clean, honest fun.” She takes Sue’s hand. “Come on – you have to lend me a bikini too. Plus we need sunscreen. It’s hot out there today, and I don’t want to burn.”
The two women have a similar build. Sue gives Janie a blue chequered bikini to wear, and pulls on the bottoms of her white one. They apply the sunscreen in the kitchen and take a couple of big beach towels outside. The guys are resting on their back deck with beers. Sue glances and smiles. Their heads lift with interest.
The pool is in-ground with a concrete boarder. There’s a patch of grass next to the fence where the girls leave their towels. Sometimes they lie on the other side of the pool to sunbathe, but that would be too far away from the men, Sue has decided. Janie is obviously thinking that as well. She raises her eyebrows cheekily.
They wade into the pool, which is only waist deep – for the kids. While they float around chatting, the men resume work in their yard. It’s a clear view through the fence. Sue can’t keep her eyes off Cal as he shovels up piles of dirt and wheels it away in his barrow. His muscles are flexing and quivering. His skin is glistening with sweat.
He’s just eye candy. It’s perfectly reasonable to enjoy watching a muscular, shirtless guy working. There’s nothing unfaithful in that.
“Plus you know Josh has eyes too,” Janie tosses in when Sue explains what she’s thinking. “He even checks me out when I come over for a swim.”
Janie doesn’t know the extent of Josh’s interest in other women. Sue has never confided much about it to her. She once overheard her husband telling a male friend how he only hires attractive chicks at the shop, which seems to be true – they are all slender, pretty young girls employed there. He’s also embarrassingly obvious at the beach, so much so that Sue avoids going these days.
I’m dreading the day Cynthia grows up and starts bringing teen girlfriends home. I know Josh wouldn’t go so far as to actually do anything, but I’m not looking forward to him ogling and making everyone uncomfortable.
Josh really is too wimpy to be bad, though. He’s no worse than his friends – just a typical guy checking out girls – which of course makes this alright.
Janie motions to the towels, biting a smile, and with her big brown eyes wide. Their shirtless Adonis is working along the fence now, spreading and turning the soil in the garden there. He goes inside to answer a phone. The girls quickly get set up.
“I’m glad I did my bikini line last night,” Sue says, adjusting her pants.
“Me too…. Are you going to show him your front first?”
Sue giggles. “Janie! Tart!”
“Dude! How much did you shave off? Is that a landing strip?”
Sue plucks a bit more at her pants. She’s dark-haired down there, and it’s almost visible through the wet white fabric. “Can you see that much?”
“Yeah, but that’s good. You look hot,” Janie assures. “He’s going to love it,” she adds teasingly. “Plus you’ve got the nipples going…. I love your nipples. Mine are so huge.”
Janie’s plucking at her top, fixing it just right. Sue does hers and settles back, closing her eyes. The screen-door of the neighbour’s house slams closed, and she hears footsteps approaching. She squints a peep to see Cal pick up his shovel and resume turning the garden soil. She feels his shadow.
“Hey, ladies…. Nice day for it, eh?”
His voice is deep and rich.
“Hi, Cal. This is my friend Janie.”
Janie’s beaming. “Hi!”
“Hello, Janie. Nice to meet you.” He has a quick look over them both and nods with a grin. “Don’t burn there, eh….”
Janie and Sue exchange an excited glance. Adonis resumes turning the soil. He keeps looking over at them both. He’s checking out Sue’s body quite a lot. She wants to get her bikini wet so it’s see-through again. She motions to the pool and silently mouths the words to Janie, “I’m going to get this wet again.”
Janie’s eyes widen and she smiles. “Slut!”
“I know,” Sue whispers back. “You’re a bad influence.”
Sue lowers into the cool water and can’t resist a little rub of her pussy. She actually did shave to a very narrow strip of pubic hair, which feels nice – sexy. She emerges from the water dripping. Cal is looking at her, but she keeps her gaze averted. He’s looking at her legs. She reaches back and wrings her hair, with his eyes lifting to her boobs. Her nipples are tight again, of course, and visible through the almost translucent fabric.
She kneels on her towel, still facing the gorgeous man watching her. She plucks at her pants. Her landing strip is certainly visible through them, and they’re creasing into her a little bit. She tugs the waist up and exaggerates that for the guy. He’s staring now, blatantly. She glances and meets his smile.
“Got a second, Cal?” Roach calls from the back door.
Cal flashes another smile and actually winks at Sue as he turns and walks away.
Sue glares at Janie. “Oh, my God!”
Janie’s glaring back. “He totally winked at you. The dirty dog!”
They both giggle. Sue lies down beside her girlfriend. They’re on their bellies this time. Sue feels reasonably confident about having her bottom checked out, as she’s sure it will be in a minute.
“Undo your top,” Janie says. She’s pulling the knot at the back of hers.
“Are you serious?”
“Come on – you don’t want tan lines.” She undoes Sue’s top as well.
Sue lets her.
I feel a bit unsure about this, but as long as I remain lying flat, I guess….
Janie closes her eyes. Her head is resting upon her folded arms. Sue can see the side of her boob. Janie shifts, straightening her towel, and Sue sees her nipple. Janie has both strings undone. The one around Sue’s neck is still tied, but as a flurry of excitement filters through her, she undoes it and lets her bikini top fall away.
Janie opens an eye. She’s grinning. “Should we take them off completely?”
“I will if you will, Peggy Sue.”
“Why? No one else can see – only him.”
“Yeah, but I’ve never gone topless,” Sue argues.
“He’s topless,” Janie points out. “Why shouldn’t we?”
The idea is thrilling. I’m not brave enough to actually do it.
“Because, why?” Janie persists. She’s giggling now.
“You’re teasing, aren’t you?…….”
BOOK REVIEW: This is one of the better romances of this kind I have read. It’s a letdown when the hero is a shallow playboy type and the heroine allows her attraction to him to overpower her better judgement. The mix here has the heroine not being overpowered at all. Maggie is a terrific character – her strength not wavering until the final scene, and even then we have to wonder who it was that lost control and succumbed to the attraction – or indeed whether they both did. There is a depth of honesty and realism in these characters that handles the tryst between the powerful bad boy and intrepid good girl way better than some bestselling books of late…. This is a fast read but not a quick fix story. It’s sexy and highly entertaining.
BOOK REVIEW: What a thrill ride! This picks up at the height of tension we were left with in the first part of the story. It picks up there and never backs off. Right to the final confrontation we are on the edge of the seat – heart in mouth. The style of storytelling here is sharp, gripping, take-no-prisoners. The action, including the love making, is graphic and powerful, but in that it is just keeping up with the mood of the story. The characters portrayed here are gritty and real. The bad guys are total scum and not easily defeated – more tension! The hero and heroine earn every bit of the ending…. Awesome, powerhouse read!