Faith

Karen Blayne

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Faith by Karen Blayne

Faith by Karen Blayne

Oh by the way red tape first.

Be warned these short stories contain mature content or naughty bits and as such may corrupt you if you’re under 12, 16, 18, 21 or 25 depending where you live thus they are not suitable for you so put them back on the shelf and let them age for a year or two.

They were sort of scribbled for fun. They were first posted on asstr.org. If you’ve paid money for this book just be aware the author has not received any payment. In fact no one has permission to charge money for this book and copyright is retained by the author. ©2014 All copies must be of the complete document.

Luv Karen

This one is one from my sugar daddy. He’s rather sweet, he finds it a bit difficult to refuse people which is one of the things I like about him. Anyway one day after my car needed some repairs that I couldn’t afford and we were lying in bed afterwards, me gently stroking him to get him hard again I asked him if he’d ever had interracial sex. He thought about it for a moment or two then said “Well I didn’t really think of it as interracial before but I suppose there was always Faith.” I looked questioningly at him and this is more or less the tale he told. It all happened a long long time ago before mobile phones, personal computers and email. Can you imagine, life without e-mail or IRC?

There was a knock on the door I called out ‘Come in’ and in strode Faith; bright pink sweater, tight jeans, Caribbean, with a sullen look on her face. One of my colleagues had been talking about the problems they were having with her and asked if I could make some use of her. She was a work experience teenager, in those days if you were on unemployment and a school leaver one option was work experience. It lasted 6 months and paid slightly more than the dole (unemployment) plus you got a free bus pass. Most inner city school leavers ended up on one work experience scheme after another. On the stats they didn’t count as unemployed.

Faith apparently had been working in the library but it wasn’t working out very well. She made too many mistakes in her typing, couldn’t file, refused to make coffee and generally appeared to have a chip on her shoulder. The university thought it politically incorrect to get rid of her because of her colour hence me. I was buried away in a back office working on a new computer library system.

I looked up “Miss Dawn?” “Yeah that’s me. What am I supposed to do here then?” I looked round I really hadn’t given the matter a lot of thought, then my eyes rested on a pile of filing I’d been meaning to do for the last year or so. “I’m really not sure, would you mind filing that pile in alphabetical order in the cabinet for me?” She looked doubtful but picked up the first document and I went back to my flow charts. A little while later I looked up, she still hadn’t managed the first one. “Problems?” She looked at me rather shame faced. “I don’t know my alphabet.” She admitted. I spoke it out to her and she wrote it down. Then the filing went much faster. I got her to make a file up with “Faith’s filing notes” written on the label and we put it in the front of the cabinet. I walked up to the kitchen and made us both coffee, I found an IBM mug for her. When I took it back she looked quite surprised that I’d made her coffee. She seemed very taken with the IBM mug so I told her she could keep it.

Next morning she was late. So I sent her home early so she wouldn’t be late twice in one day. Wednesday she finally finished my back log of filing, well I had let it go for quite a while, she looked at me. “What’s next? I could redraw those diagrams neater for you, I’m good at art.” It was mid afternoon so we took a break and I made some toast in the kitchen, occasionally we even had buttered crumpets when I remembered to buy them. She hadn’t had Marmite before, I mean to say toast without Marmite I reflected that some people must lead sheltered lives. Anyway we nattered and eventually Faith showed me what she could do. That worked very well. My flowcharts were never the neatest thing in my life and I could then concentrate on the content rather than the presentation. I roughed them out and Faith drew them up. After a day or two she asked me to explain what it all meant so I started to sketch out the system to her and explain how attaching bar codes would make the library more efficient and make it easier to find books. “Oh less jobs for them stuck up lot then?” “Well yes in a way you could say that but we don’t normally put it quite that way.” “Oh good what can I do to help?” I think it was the first time I’d seen any real signs of enthusiasm for work from Miss Dawn. I looked at my watch, lunch time, when I get started on a subject that’s interesting to me I can ramble on a bit and Faith seemed interested. I noted what she was wearing; she looked quite neat in a skirt and blouse for a change so I suggested we continue the conversation over lunch. “Where are we going? The cafeteria?” she asked. “Normally I eat in the Senior common room if that’s acceptable?” “Work experience people don’t eat in the senior common room” she sputtered. “Well I’m allowed to take guests so today you can be my guest.” She looked doubtful. “Come on you look quite respectable enough, no one will notice.” “What with the colour of my skin?”

We walked down stairs and across the quad, caught the lift up to the sixth floor and entered the senior common room. I led the way to a table near the back wall and we sat down. Faith looked around eyes wide open as she took in the white table clothes, the sparkling silver wear, and the bone china plates. “So this is how the other half lives.” She picked up the menu, “It’s all in French.” “Shouldn’t worry you wouldn’t understand it even if you knew the language.” A waiter appeared, one who knew me well. “Sir, madam” “What’s your recommendation?” “The fish is a bit off, the veal is a bit of an experiment, a lot of the pork has been sent back but the lamb looks good.” I looked at Faith “Two lambs?” She nodded. “An excellent choice sir.” He moved away to the next table. “The Dover Sole sir? Of course sir and a bottle of Chablis to go with it?” Faith looked at me and giggled. “Now then Miss Dawn, best behaviour the head librarian has just walked in.” She ducked her head and raised it when she could keep a straight face.

The senior common room was used to train waiters and waitresses by the local college. The food was prepared by one of the chefs courses and as a result could be a bit variable. For some reason Robert had taken me under his wing and guided me away from the absolute disasters. “Non! Non! Non! Non! You must serve from the left and clear from the right.” The major domino’s yelled out across the room correcting a timid waitress who had dared to try to clear from the wrong side.

We continued the conversation; Faith mentioned a logic problem with my diagram. Something I hadn’t been paying attention to then the food arrived. Faith looked down at the three tiny carrots arranged tastefully on the plate. “Have they run short or don’t they like us?” I had to explain that French cuisine didn’t normally have a lot of vegetables and that the presentation was an important part of the cuisine.

I paid the bill and her eyebrows lifted when she saw how little I had paid. “Well we only pay for the raw food, the college pays for the chefs and the university covers the cost of the room.” “But that’s not fair that’s less than I pay in the student cafeteria!” “So who says life is fair?” As we walked back to the office she announced that on the whole she’d rather enjoyed the meal. She looked shyly at me “Could we go there again?” “We could but you’d have to blend in, today’s skirt and blouse blended in quite nicely.” “What these old things, they’re my old school uniform; I only put them on because I had nothing else left out of the washing basket and I thought you wouldn’t notice.” We exchanged looks. “I suppose that means no more attention getting bright pink tops? No more bright green micro minis?” “Well yes but as you are my guest at least you don’t have to pay for lunch.” “Well, OK you’re on but I only hope my friends don’t see me.” She grumbled. I noticed before she left she rolled her waistband up so what had been a knee length grey pleated skirt at lunch time was now an attention getting eight inches above the knee. “I’m meeting me mates, I have to have some street cred after all.” She bent down to pick up her bag flashing her knickers at me then looked over her shoulder and gave me a big smile, “You have to really practice hard so it looks accidental you know. Bye, see you in the morning I might even look respectable. Thank God my mates don’t see me in the office. I’d never live it down.” She swung her hips as she left.

The next day she straightened my tie before we set out. “If I have to be respectable so do you.” I wondered if I would be the only person in the dining room with a straight tie. As we walked across the quad we were talking but I got a bit distracted by a pair of black seams walking in front. Faith stumbled and somehow her elbow ended up in my ribs. “Sorry about that I really must pay more attention to where I’m going.” She smiled innocently at me. This time we had perfect Dover Sole with five peas each whilst the next table fought their way through the lamb. On the way back Faith stopped off at the health centre. She waltzed in through the door. “One lot of vitamin pills for you and one lot of pills for me.” “I think I’m quite happy without any thank you.” “They’re good for you; we’ll take them together after lunch each day.” She announced, clearly I should have seen the signs, I was being organized.

The following day Faith didn’t look terribly busy so I asked her if she wouldn’t mind doing the cross town trip to drop off some results and pick up the next set of test data from the other library we were working with. Since she had the bus pass it was cheaper than using a courier or cab and I could always pay her the cab fare out of petty cash. I went with her to show her the way. The bus we wanted ran from the far side of town so we walked across the city centre. In the distance I could see a group of youths about a dozen or so coming down the centre of the pavement, pedestrians stepping aside to let them pass. I started to move to the side but Faith stepped forward “Step aside gang, this here’s the boss.” The gang paused then parted, one of the girls, dressed in skimpy low cut top and what was either a very short leather skirt or a quite wide belt, looked at Faith and leant forward, I remember distinctly wondering if she was going to fall out of her top “Is he the one who?” Faith just nodded. I didn’t dare ask. On the way back we stopped off at Marks & Spencer’s food hall and I picked out a frozen Suffolk Hot Pot. “Just the one then? What‘s the wife getting?” “Actually I’m not married and I’m going to the theatre this evening so thought I’d cook myself something in the office microwave beforehand.” I admitted. Faith picked one up and looked at it. “I’m meeting the gang tonight, I was going to go to the chippy but if you know about cooking and stuff you could do me one at the same time?” We exchanged looks, then I took the packet off her and put it in my basket. Later back at the office when five o’clock arrived we went round to the kitchen. I handed her the two packets from the fridge. “Now what?” “Read the instructions.” “Oh.” She read slowly through the instructions following with her finger then put the two packets in the microwave and pressed the buttons.

I dished up and carried our meals on a tray back to the office. “Hey not bad, now I can cook.” Faith looked pleased with herself. Life drifted on in the way that it does. Faith picked up two frozen meals when she did the cross town trip two or three times a week and we ate together. Once I showed her how to do bangers and mash, cooking the spuds on the gas ring with a spot of milk and butter. “Wow real cooking with raw food.”

One day I looked at the calendar and noticed that I had to put in a submission for funds for the next stage of the project. I carefully put the words together listing what had been achieved and generally making out this was a low risk project, as you do with projects that do things never before attempted, with good potential returns. Getting the phrasing right was critical and I was a little tense as I read through it one more time. Even Faith found things to do away from me as I answered her in monosyllables. Finally I thought it was complete. Faith stood behind me. “Hello and welcome back to the land of the living.”

She ran her hands across the back of my neck and then proceeded to give me a shoulder massage. She was good as well, soon I felt relaxed and soporific, melting under her finger tips. “I’m good at that don’t you think so?” I nodded “you’ve stopped.” I pleaded. “There’s work to be done?” “Yes but be nice and make me a cup of coffee first.” Faith disappeared. I looked at the report and carried to Mrs. Saunders office. All it needed was typing up, Mrs. Saunders in her usual helpful manner said she couldn’t possibly do it before three months time at the very earliest. It rested on my desk. I’d finished the initial diagrams and Faith was running out of work once more.

“Well you could try typing the proposal up. It’s the one that goes to the senior managers and they tend to look at the paper and such, the things they understand rather than the content so take it slowly and use the rag paper in the second drawer down.”

Faith’s typing was not a success. I stopped her after two paragraphs. The correcting fluid didn’t help but the real problem was that using a manual typewriter some letters were much darker than the others. This would definitely be noticed. I recalled an IBM electric typewriter in the office next door. We tried it out. The first line went well but when we reached the end of the line neither Faith nor I could see how to make it go onto the next line so I went to fetch Mrs. Saunders. I felt rather embarrassed as she looked at what we had done then remarked that the new electric typewriter was far too complicated for a work experience person to use and besides she might break it. Faith poked her tongue out after her as she left the room, I merely thought about it.

I had a think, and then walked over to the phone. I rang down to Gwyneth and asked her to connect my terminal to the computer. Minutes later I had typed in the first few lines of the report into Vi, a UNIX editor. Then I saved the file and sent it to print on the operators new low speed printer. We had a coffee then I went and retrieved the printout. Faith was overjoyed when she saw what I had done. We sat down together at the terminal, Faith’s thigh pressed against mine as she looked on. To put it mildly it was distracting and I lost my train of thought. Faith glanced down then ran her fingers lightly over my trouser covered erection. “We aren’t going to get anywhere if you get distracted so easily.” Before I could even mention what the correct form of employer employee relationship did not include my mind went blank as her tongue tantalized the tip of my rod. Her lips engulfed me, her fingers caressed me, she moved her hands and I rose a little in my chair whilst she slipped my trousers down. She was good, very good I remember feeling her fingers creating one sensation, as her lips and tongue worked their magic. I panicked as I felt myself about to come, did I have any tissues handy? I felt myself spurt forth, Faith’s lips stayed around me. I felt totally drained. I looked up as I felt her hands tucking me back together. “Faith I don’t think that doing that sort of thing with an unlocked door in the middle of the day is terribly sensible. Anyone might walk in. Besides which I might get done for sexual harassment.” ”God you’re right, if one of my mum’s spies spotted us my mum would kill me. I’ll make sure the door is locked next time.” This wasn’t quite the reaction I’d expected but whatever.

With her new found typing skills Faith started to pick up a little work typing up students reports and such. One day she came back from the trip across town with a gleeful look on her face. “Want to see what I’ve picked up?” “No I’ll show you at tea time now where did I put those notes I’m supposed to be typing? Does anyone round here know how to write legibly? I’m going to have two rates one for people who can write clearly and one for the others.” Actually word had got round that she didn’t charge you the whole amount to retype the entire document again if there was a problem or you wanted to make a change, much cheaper than the other typists and much more profitable for Faith.

 “Boss?” I looked up. “What can I do for you?” “When you come to work could you pick up some shopping for me?” “I suppose so.” “Oh good I’ve written you a list.” “Could you pick it up at lunch time?” Faith shook her head and passed me the list. “Let me guess from the sleazy store?” “Well yes, not the sort of place a good church going girl like me would go to. Besides my mum would kill me if she found out.” “OK two sets of” “Hush someone might come in.” I tucked the list in my pocket and returned back to my diagrams. Faith got her wrapped in plain paper package the next day.

I had a few qualms about using a rather expensive minicomputer as a typewriter but it kept Faith amused and Faith’s deft fingers on the back of my neck each morning were not something I cared to forgo, nor did I want a return of the sullen Faith. She seemed to be gaining self confidence and I enjoyed our evening meals together. After we had eaten we’d relax unless one or the other had a pressing engagement. “You know your body seems very soft.” I looked down to where Faith was curled up against me, running her fingers over my body. “Mind you when I do this it gets a little harder.” This consisted of running her fingers over my crotch. “My, is that the time, best get down the pub before all the best laps get nabbed, bye.”

Faith came in carrying at least half a dozen carrier bags. She looked different. “Hi, sorry I’m late, but it was Rackham’s last day of sale and with whatsit’s MBA thesis money burning a hole in my purse. I got some really great stuff.” “You did get across town?” “Oh that, well I dropped off the results and the new data is in my handbag but the important stuff is here. You know those MBA students have more money than sense. I quoted five times my normal rate cause I had something planned with my mates and he said he’d pay double if I could get it done by Tuesday. Well I did an’ all.” She motioned to the bags then looked at me and cocked her head, “No I’ll show you your present after we’ve eaten.” and giggled. “You haven’t told me what you think of my power two piece suit? Marked down four times, Amanda helped me choose it said it made me look very professional.” I looked again she wasn’t wearing the same clothes as she had that morning, it did. “You didn’t even notice did you?” she accused me. I said the normal male platitudes to calm her down.

We finished tea and Faith took the plates and two bags off to the kitchen. When she came back she was dressed in a very short pleated tartan skirt with a thin white blouse. She paused at the doorway, then entered and gave a little pirouette. The skirt swirled up showing a suspender belt and white stockings tops underneath. Beneath the blouse as I looked more closely I could see her dark nipples cupped by a frame of lace. I was stunned. “At last he notices. Somehow I thought you’d like the outfit. The underwear is from bridal last of the range, the skirt from children’s wear, good job I’m slim don’t you think? Do you like the heels?” She leant against the wall and put her butt out, the skirt barely covered the stocking tops at the front and when she put her butt out most of her cheeks were visible. She put her hand back to scoop her skirt up a little higher. “Can you credit it the price they wanted for these knickers. I told the girl there wasn’t much material in them how was a girl to keep warm. You know what she said? Well I want tell you it was rude, but I can see she was right. Airmail knickers she called them ‘cause you can send them in an ordinary airmail envelope and not have to pay any extra. Come and just run your finger over them feel how fine they are.” I was totally under her spell and she knew it. I stood behind her and caressed those knickers, I slipped my hands higher and caressed her breasts. “Hang on let me undo the buttons so you can get the full effect and feel the quality in the bra.” I’d always thought bras covered breasts this one certainly didn’t. She giggled “I got a really good deal on the bra, a half cup bra at half the sale price. Oh did I mention my pills are different to your pills? I’ve been taking them for a month now so I’m safe. You know they hand them out to anyone for free no questions asked.” It took me a moment or two to clue in then a delightful half hour whilst I slowly worked my way in.

Needless to say the outfit went in the bottom drawer of the filing cabinet and came out each evening that we ate together. Faith thought that three times a week was quite enough for someone of my age and if we had a quickie at lunch time in whatever she was dressed in well that didn’t count as long as we were standing up. The quickie I remember very well was the one a day or two later after lunch, she had tried out the silicon coated balls over lunch time and I was practically raped once the office door was closed. “God Jennifer said they were dynamite but I didn’t really believe her.” I tried hard to resist her but somehow she knew all my weaknesses including some I didn’t even know I had. I think it was a power thing she was finding out just how much power she had over me.

Monday evening my thri-weekly trip to the Rep. I was routing round in my desk drawer looking for my set of theatre tickets when Faith came back to the office carrying a tray with our evening meal on it. “You haven’t seen…” “Oh those, me mate Sonia swapped your theatre ticket subscription, you must remember her, she was the one in the wide belt who spoke to me when we walked across town.” “But I quite like my seat.” “Yeah but Sonia recognized you when you went to the theatre last time and when someone returned two subscription seats she changed the name to yours. They are on Tuesday of the second week rather than Monday of the first and they are two seats in from the side on the centre block next to the house seats. Sonia reckons the second week is best cause in the first week they forget their lines and in the third week they aren’t as fresh. I’ll dig them out of my bag for you.” “Am I suppose to invite you by chance?” “Wot me go to the theatre you must be joking, my Aunt Mildred collects the tickets, me mum would know within minutes of me turning up. Besides with Aunt Mildred on the door I can get in for free anyway, but I think Amanda might like to go.” “I have a feeling I shouldn’t ask who Amanda is.” “Oh she’s the girl who rang the box office wanting a ticket for Midsummer night’s dream next week and Sonia took her work phone number down.” “and?” “Oh didn’t I say well she works in the next building, the black seamed stockings you were pretending not to notice the other day, doesn’t have a boyfriend, has a book shelf full of books by that author you like and lives about five minutes walk from your house and my Aunt Ethel says she always leaves her washing up out to be done. I’ll get her on the phone for you.” “Hello is that Doctor Amanda Forbisher, hi it’s Faith Dawn, anyway my cousin works at the rep and told me you wanted a ticket to see Midsummer Night’s Dream but they had all sold out by the time you dropped by. No no I don’t want that much, but my boss has two tickets and there is only one of him. Well he’s a bit old, I suppose, we eat in the senior common room each day I’m the only Black in the place. Yes him, he likes to look at your seams to make sure they’re straight, yeah the one with the slack jaw, Oh you were right about the outfit by the way a real slack jaw reaction.” Faith broke off and giggling hand me the phone. “Hello it’s her elderly boss. If you are free next Tuesday evening we could meet in the foyer about 7:15?”

It was Faith’s last evening, well the library would sign her out and she’d be off at lunch time the next day. I was looking forward to our last meal together and our last fuck. I’d ironed my shirt specially and even polished my shoes. Faith came through the door carrying a tray; I was disappointed to see she hadn’t changed into her stockings and short skirt for me. She laid three places on my desk and I looked at her. “Are we expecting a visitor this evening then?” “Yeah me mate Shelly, she rang up last night and told me about her experience with some moronic male last night she sounded so upset I invited her for tea. Well we can’t talk at her place and my mum always wants to know everything.” So much for our last evening together I thought. There was a knock at the door and a head peeped round. “Come in Shelly it’s only my boss and I promise you he won’t eat you before his tea, it might spoil his appetite.” Shelly stepped into the room. She was Asian and gorgeous. Oh well if I couldn’t have Faith once more at least I could act the host and make this timid creature feel more at ease. “Pray step inside my poor hovel and pray be seated.” I made a bow as I said this. Shelly stepped inside and looked round. I lifted a pile of books off a chair and held it out for her. Shelly giggled “No one has ever done that for me before. Thank you.” “See I told you not all men are insensitive brutes, I’m sure last night was an exception. Why don’t you tell us a little more whilst we eat?” Remarked Faith. We started on our meal together and slowly Shelly told her tale.

It seemed you could be too beautiful, because of her looks no one wanted to ask her out. I looked puzzled, so Faith explained that Shelly’s beauty was so great that the boys found the idea of asking her out a bit frightening. Eventually one had asked her out and being curious she had agreed, she said the name and Faith gave a gasp. “What not that creep?” Shelly nodded. “Oh you poor girl, God I can just imagine what happened, first he’d demand you come across and then he’d call you a frozen virgin and pour scorn on you when you said no. Oh you poor dear. I know it’s like riding a bike, when you fall off you just have to get on again and regain your confidence.” She looked speculatively towards me. “Now Faith I’m not getting involved.” Shelly looked at me, “but he’s not interested in me and I’d rather not have someone forced to be my bicycle after all I have some pride.” “Oh he’s just saying that, he gets a bit reluctant sometimes you’ll just have to appeal to his baser instincts.” “He looks much too civilized to have baser instincts to me.” “Let me show you how to how easy it is to overcome his scruples. It’ll be fun, you can be in control and say stop whenever you want. Just try it for the feeling of power.” “Well OK but I don’t feel very seductive at the moment.” “Trust me you will there is nothing so arousing as the gleam of lust in a man’s eye.” “He doesn’t look very lustful to me.” “Quite right, I quite agree.” I interjected.

Faith looked at me then motioned to Shelly to step over to the filing cabinet. She opened the bottom drawer. “That’s not playing fair.” I said as she pulled out her outfit the one I found irresistible. She held out the underwear, “Try it on, I brought two pairs of knickers and never wore the second pair yet.” “What here in front of.” She pointed at me. “Just turn your back on him and get undressed.” “Ooh kinky, there’s not much to them is there? How do you attach this bit? How do you clip them at the back as well and keep the seams straight at the same time? Think I’m ready?” She turned round to face me. Faith I’d seen in the outfit so I thought I was somewhat prepared I wasn’t. Shelly looked at me shyly. I hate the feeling when I’m not in control. She smiled at me. “Is that a …” she broke off into giggles, “or are you just pleased to see me?” “Why don’t you just sit on the edge of the desk in front of him so he can admire you.” Admire her; my tongue was practically hanging out. “Think Shelly has the body to be a model then?” I nodded speechless. “Shall we feed him a treat? “ Shelly nodded. Faith picked up the cream jug and put her finger in then smeared double cream across Shelly’s knickers. Shelly looked at me then guided my head so my tongue was lapping up the cream. “I’d heard Mars bars were good as well.” Shelly remarked. “No he’s better slurping double cream. Hey is it getting to you girl? I told you he won’t eat you before tea. You’re blushing now let’s get you really warmed up.” I started to concentrate on Shelly’s clit. Above me I could hear moment as if Faith was joining in somehow. I felt Shelly squirm and start to tremble beneath me. Looks like I was getting an upper hand. I broke for a second and looked up. Faith was frenching Shelly above me. Oh well whatever, we were getting the upper hand, I returned to my allotted task. I felt Faith’s hand brush my ear and then a curl of ribbon. Shelly’s knickers seemed looser on that side. I clicked and pulled the bow apart on the other side and soon my tongue was burying itself in pubic hair searching out the last remaining molecules of double cream. I stopped; my tongue was licking a cord that was coming from Shelly’s vagina. I moved my head back to take a closer look. “Oh just pull it out I don’t need it any more. I did as I was bid and two silicone coated knobbly balls dropped into my hand. I raised my eyebrows. “I’m shy and Faith thought it might distract me a little and help me overcome my shyness if I put them in before I came over.” “Yeah you know lust conquerors all.” Piped in Faith. I could feel Shelly starting to tremble above me. “Give a good tonguing like you do me I want her really begging for it.” Shelly started to moan and I could feel she was very well lubricated when Faith’s voice announced time to stop and move to the rug. “No you can’t leave me like this Faith you really can’t.” Faith had spread a couple of towels out over the rug. She took me by the hand and led me to the rug then called over to Shelly to come and help get my trousers off.

I protested but Faith had other ideas. “Now lie down and Shelly I want you to straddle him. Take his thingy and just stroke your slit with it. You’re in control, he isn’t going to force it in you. You’re just going to tease him a little.” Torture I think you mean I thought to myself. Shelly took my thingy in her hand and rubbed it along her slit. Moments later it was just entering her as she was well lubricated. I looked up Faith was working Shelly’s shoulders with her hands. Shelly sank down on to me and I felt myself slip inside. It felt incredible. She gave a small cry then I heard Faith’s voice say, “Keep going it gets better.” Then Faith came round and lowered herself over my mouth. I worked my tongue up into her and tried to breathe at the same time. I wasn’t sure what was going on but both girls seemed to be squirming above me together, I felt myself spurt. Then Shelly trembled a little and collapsed on top of me and Faith moved out of the way. Shelly just lay there quietly in my arms cuddled up to me.

“Good was it?” Faith asked. “Both of you were very good.” Shelly sighed. Faith curled up on my other side and we all just lay snuggled up for a half hour or so. Finally Faith stirred and prodded me with her finger. “My turn now.” Shelly rolled off. “I don’t think I could.” But Faith’s convincing tongue had already found its target and soon I was hard again. I rolled over on top of Faith and felt Shelly’s finger nails rake down my back as I plunged in deep into Faith repeatedly I think both she and I knew this was the last time and both of us wanted to enjoy it to the full. Shelly seemed intent on provoking me as much as she could to make Faith’s last time more enjoyable even going as far as inserting a finger, well I prefer not to say exactly where.

Afterwards we sort of just lay back on the towel covered rug. Eventually Shelly stirred. “My mom will be starting to worry, I think I’d better get home.” “OK I’ll come with you and tell her we got delayed shopping.” I heard Faith’s voice say. I got up and looked down at the towel. It was covered in spots of blood. “Shelly just how hard did you rake my back?” “Oh that’s not all you, some of its Shelly.” “Shelly?” “Well yes when you lose your virginity it sort of happens you know.” I looked at Shelly. “Well don’t blame me it was Faith’s idea, mind you as it worked out not a bad one.” “Are you on the pill?” I heard myself asking. “Yeah Faith took me along to the Health centre and sorted me out about 6 weeks ago. I just couldn’t summon the courage up before and Faith said it was my last chance and that you were very nice.” I looked again “Well I couldn’t lose it with a Muslim, my mom might hear about it. Faith’s black friends would boast about it, and let’s face it killing for the sake of the family honour hasn’t exactly ended just because we are over here.” I looked at Faith and her nod confirmed what Shelly had said. “Now as long as no one finds out we’ll be safe, Bye.”

Finally it was quiet again. I was looking forward to seeing Amanda once more that evening for a meal at her place; I was looking forward to seeing which books she had on her shelf. The trip to the theatre had gone very well and she seemed very interested when I had admitted that I had the seats for the rest of the season. Faith had started her new job and the office was so much more tranquil. I was just looking forward to rethinking some details that I wasn’t certain I had quite right when there was a knock at the door. “Come in.” I called out, and in marched a woman with a mission, the sort that petrifies me. “Mr. Forbisher, I’m Mrs. Walker, Miss Dawn’s coordinator. I’m so sorry I hadn’t managed to pop in before but I felt I really should drop by and say how very surprised and pleased we all were that she found her herself that wonderful job as a personal assistant after her time with you doing work experience. Quite a remarkable turn round from what we were all expecting I must say. Now following your success with her I’ve brought along a little list of some of our more difficult, sorry more challenging cases for you to look through. I’ve already marked the ones I thought could gain the most from your approach.” She handed me a file containing C.V.s and looked at me expectantly.