The Gamble by Karen Blayne

Oh by the way, red tape first.

Copyrighted Karen Blayne 2002. All copies must be of the complete document.

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. ASSTR may do anything with it.

Luv Karen

She sat on the cross-town bus across from her friend on a cool December day. They were coming home from their English lessons at college. She looked around she rather liked the city, it was clean, relatively crime free, she felt safe. Compared to home there was practically no traffic at rush hours here. Her friend was talking to a man sitting next to her. It was a stumbling conversation. How did she like Canada? Where was she from? The man was speaking very slowly so her friend could understand. Her friend's English wasn't perfect and the man had to repeat what she said sometimes. One of her English language teachers looked on approvingly.

The bus was quite crowded and the boy got on just before the downtown core. She moved her bag so he could sit next to her. He looked slim and as if he wouldn't take up too much room. In front a girl was sat sideways with a pram containing a tiny baby dressed in blue. People squeezed past the pram. “How old is the baby he looks so tiny.” “Only six weeks, in a few months I can use something that folds away but for the moment he needs this.” On the other side of the bus she heard her name being mentioned. She looked up and caught her friend and the man she was talking to looking at her. She exchanged glances with the boy sitting next to her. “I think you're being talked about.” He said quietly, she liked the sound of his voice. “Yes but she's my friend so that's OK.” The bus stopped and the girl in front started to get up and push her pram to the front of the bus. It wasn't a low floor bus so she was going to have to carry it down the three steps at the front. The boy sitting next to her got up and left his bag on the seat and helped the girl off the bus.

She approved. “That was nice of you.” she greeted him on his return. “Actually it was selfish of me.” She raised a questioning eyebrow. “The faster she gets off the sooner the bus starts the sooner I'm home.” Her elbow somehow slipped. “Oh I'm so sorry.” She grinned “No you're not.” He grinned back at her. They talked for the rest of the journey across town. He was studying engineering at the local University. He opened his bag and pulled out some of his textbooks when she asked him “Really?” “Disbelieving soul.” “I'm here studying English.” “So the awkward bit is finding someone to practice on.” “How did you know?” “I studied French for a while.” She'd been here five months and planned to remain another three. She liked talking to him. She felt comfortable basking in his admiring peeks. Her host family were trying to scare her by saying it would be cold in January and February but somewhere that was so hot in August couldn't possibly be that cold in winter could it? Then they reached the terminus, it was time to catch her local bus and for him to catch his.

She put her head to one side and looked at him as if making up her mind about something, then smiled at him a hesitant smile. “I'd feel safer if you saw me home.” He saw her home and followed her in when she offered him a cup of coffee. “Bring your coffee with you and I'll show you my room.” “Do you like it?” She twirled as she entered. She was pleased with her room. It had the widest bed she'd ever had. “Looks comfortable.” “It is, I feel as if I can relax here. It's mine or at least for another three months. I get so tense sometimes learning English, I find the verbs so confusing.” She opened her bedside drawer and drew out a wicked looking vibrator with beads under a clear plastic surface. “You don't mind if I use my massager to help me relax a little do you?” He looked startled but then nodded his agreement. She undid her belt and dropped her jeans to the floor. “So tell me more about your project you are working on at the university at the moment?” She unbuttoned her blouse and simply took it off, thank god she'd put on decent underwear today. He started to tell her about the stress test project that he was working on and how they measured the strain with strain gauges connected to a computer. She slipped out of her panties and lay back on the bed. She rolled over and poured a few drops of lubricant on the head of the vibrator and turned it on to a slow speed. “Don't mind me, in fact it would probably be easier if you held it for me. Now remind me when you'd use an I beam rather than a T beam again.” He held the vibrator against her thigh and gradually moved it up. They continued talking for nearly an hour. She could feel herself relaxing, she unclipped her bra at the front and ran her hands over her breasts, pinching her nipples slowly. Eventually she knew she was almost at the point of orgasm. Gently, gently she thought, she moved her hand down over his and removed the humming vibrator. “I feel much more relaxed now. Why don't you take off your shirt and I'll give you a back rub to relax you as well.” She held her breath until he agreed.

She took some oil and placed it on her hands then started to work on his back. She remembered her cousin had said that boys often prefer a firmer touch than girls do so she pressed harder than she might have preferred herself. She felt him relax under her fingers especially as she worked over his shoulders and the back of his neck. Then she worked her way down his spine with her thumbs until she was at his belt. Slipping her hand to his belt buckle she loosened it, then the tops of his jeans. She continued her massage down his back all the time talking to him, describing the differences between home and here, keeping up a stream of patter to reassure him just as she would a nervous horse. Finally she had his jeans off him. She worked on the backs of his legs, on his calves, on his ankles, just talking to him gently all the time. Finally “Time to roll over so I can do the front. Oh my, you are stiff aren't you? Now I wonder what we can do to relax you, does this help?”

“No it doesn't not if I'm to have any control left.” “That's alright then.” She continued letting her fingers roam over his crotch. He rolled her on her back and positioned himself over her. “Well if I can't see it I won't know you're still stiff will I?” She guided his penis into her and let him feel how sopping wet she was. “There now, better?” “I get the feeling we shouldn't be doing this. I always promised myself I wouldn't jump into bed on a first date.” “Well we haven't gone out on a date yet so you're fine.” She arched her back to help him in then bit her lip as he thrust into her. “There that wasn't so bad was it? I think it's rather nice.” She thought back to the book she'd read, and tried squeezing his penis with her muscles. Success from the groan he uttered. This was going rather well she thought, she felt him spurt inside her, the idea of it was just enough to trigger her orgasm. She felt a second one build up as he continued to thrust into her. Afterwards they lay back on the bed. There was a little blood on the sheets. “Are you alright?” He asked looking at it. “That's nothing to worry about. Mind you talking about dates I could do with some help shopping tomorrow. Would you be available?” “I think so, about 11?” He wrote down his address for her. “I think you'd better go now, my host's family will be back soon and I'd rather not have to explain your presence. Bye till tomorrow.” He dressed and left. She lay back on the bed and took a deep breath hoping everything would be all right, she thought it would.

The next day the realtor rang the bell at just before eleven. “Are you quite sure you can afford to buy this house? Do you have your mortgage preauthorised?” “I'm quite certain that if I like the house the purchase will go through. Or perhaps you’d like me to call another realtor?” The real estate market was slow so the relator shook her head. The girl picked up her backpack and stepped into the Cadillac. “Could you stop off at 1273 Collins please for one of my advisors.” She saw him standing at the curbside and opened the door of the Cadillac to let him in. “Come on, I need your advice today.” Soon they were at the house. She looked at him anxiously “What do you think of the outside?” “Kinda neat. Outside my price range but still kinda neat.” “Let's look inside.” The realtor opened the front door and showed them in. “On the right is the formal family room.” She put her finger to her lips to show the realtor she didn't want a commentary. She looked at the kitchen, then followed him into the basement. “I've always wanted an unfinished basement like this. I suppose those black pipes must be the high efficiency furnace. Hey neat Oh.” She left him and wondered round the rest of the house. The main bedroom had a sitting area and a separate bathroom; it was practically the same size as her parents’ apartment at home. She heard footsteps on the stairs behind her. “Hi, which room do you like the most?” “We're imagining you’re buying this house and renting a room out to me?” “If you like.” He studied them all carefully. “The master bedroom since it looks out over the garden.” “Come and look at the kitchen.” They descended downstairs. “I quite like the layout but would prefer the kitchen sink over here. Would that be difficult?” “I don't think so. It would just be a matter of moving the pipe work around a bit. It's over the workshop area in the basement so no big deal. I'll just go down and double check.” She knew once he was back in the basement looking at the workshop and furnace he wouldn't notice the time go by.

She took out her mobile. “Ms. McKloskey could you come to the first address we talked about this morning. Thank you.” She turned to the realtor. “I'd like to talk to the vendor please.” “That's not usually done. Usually you make an offer I pass it to the vendor's realtor and they come back with the reply. Perhaps you fiancé could advise you?” “Did I see a house across the street with a realtor's phone number on it?” The threat was left unstated. The realtor grimaced and picked up her mobile, a few minutes later the vendors arrived followed by Ms. McKloskey. “Hi, I'm interested in purchasing but I'd like to move in next Saturday. In consideration for your troubles I'm willing to pay you $5,000 more than you are asking.” “That's quite out of the question.” The girl opened up her backpack and was counting bundles of notes onto the coffee table in front of her. “I'm so sorry to have troubled you.” She started to return the bundles to her backpack. “Now Harry not so fast, I'm quite certain my sister can put us up for a few days. I'm not so sure we could get a lawyer to do the legal things in time though.” “Ms. McKloskey could you handle both sides of the transaction? I'll add in a couple of thousand to cover the extra work.” Ms. McKloskey nodded. “There that's settled, I'll just count the money out and hand it to Ms. McKloskey and I'll add in an extra $5,000 as a deposit for the legal fees.” “But what about my deposit?” The realtor asked. “There will be no deposit, I'll simply pay your fees” returned Ms. McKloskey. “I don't agree to the sale, certainly not without my deposit.” “I don't think you have to. If both my clients are willing then the sale will go through. If necessary I can advise both parties on how to proceed without involving you or your commission.”

She sat down and heaved a sigh. Well she still had half the mad money her mother had given her. Enough to buy some furniture, she'd already planned which room upstairs was going to be the nursery. Her child would sponsor herself and her parents into Canada, she must remember to buy a pregnancy testing kit this afternoon. She hoped she was pregnant, she prayed the boy would marry her if she was and not resent it too much. Perhaps if she paid his student loan off and her dad found him a job in the family firm that he liked? A research sort of place that created the new lines for the factory in Seoul to turn out, she'd go shopping this week and find a nice dress to wear for him on Saturday when he moved in, if he moved in.

“Hello, have I missed anything being in the basement?” She crossed her fingers behind her back. “Nothing to worry about, the master bedroom will be ready for you to move in on Saturday morning.”