by S M Mala
‘It’s obvious you have no musical attributes.’ Then Stan smiled. ‘Or maybe you do.’
He kissed her, and this time they didn’t stop. She felt his back and pushed her hands down the back of his underwear, getting to grapple his smooth arse. Then Stan pushed his hand slowly up her dress, caressing the back of her thigh.
Maddy knew she was the one pawing at the man and he was courteous and kind. She realised how much she had wanted Stan at first sight, never sure if he would ever feel the same.
Considering he was with Giselle, it was certainly out of the question.
Now he was in her bed, making some sexy moves and she was lapping it all up, wanting him to touch her.
It had been a long and arduous wait.
‘Why did you wait so long to try it on?’ she heard herself say, pulling her mouth apart from his. ‘I mean there’s slow, and then there’s non-existent.’
‘Oh?’ he said, slightly dazed. ‘You talk through things like this too?’
‘I’m asking a question considering you have taken it upon yourself to seduce me.’
‘Then let me seduce you, and you’ll know, won’t you?’
And so, he began.
‘We can’t go all the way.’
Maddy was hot.
She was really hot, and so was the room.
And Stan was even hotter.
‘I know. We need to take our time,’ he mumbled, his lips on her neck while gently squeezing her breast through the dress. ‘And I really love kissing you.’
‘Yeah,’ she groaned. Her groin throbbed with desire and her hole got so tight, it felt like it might even close up. ‘I love kissing you.’
They looked at each other, and she knew what she wanted, but she wasn’t going to aim to get it that night.
It would be all too easy for him.
And he did go off with Giselle, which had left her upset unbeknown to the lovely Stan.
‘It’s not that I don’t want to. I do, but you haven’t been acting like a monk in the past few weeks. I’m not into being used, even if you do think that I liked the idea of Roland manipulating my kind heart and wallet.’ Maddy noticed he pulled a face. ‘It took two weeks for me to get my wicked way with him.’
‘What did you do? Cover yourself with cash?’
‘It’s amazing where you can store coins.’ She laughed, and so did he. ‘I have to be careful because you’re Stan if you get what I mean.’
‘And I have to be careful too because you’re barking Maddy and other reasons.’ Then he seemed concerned. ‘I do have to talk to you about a few things that I need you to know. Nothing bad but I want to make sure you understand me a bit better.’
‘What’s there to understand? I like you. You like me, and we both love Phyllis. Seems pretty simple to me.’
‘Yep,’ he grinned. ‘Pretty simple.’
‘Now Stanley Franks, you better be talking about the situation, not me. I know what you’re like, jotting things down in that battered brown leather book of yours then tapping away at the phone. It’s as if you’re making notes.’
‘I’m one of life’s observers.’
‘What do you observe?’
‘Quirky things.’
He kissed her gently on the lips before going in for the kill once again. This time she was going to see how far he was willing to go.
Maddy was happy enough to go all the way but didn’t want him to think he could just walk in and jump into bed with her. There were some moral values involved.
She wanted him to want to stay in bed, not flit away when he was done.
The only thing on her mind was keeping him.
And right now, her bed was the best place.
‘How do I know you’re not playing with me?’ he asked as her hand went straight down the back of his underpants, caressing his buttock. Stan looked questioningly at her. ‘That this is just some bit of fun.’
‘It is fun, and you know that’s not true, I know you do.’ Maddy stared at him straight in the eye. ‘And you know when I turned up on your doorstep the other night I was a little put out to see you jumped right out of my spare room and into bed with Giselle, after all the things you said. You’re more than likely pissing about with me because you know I won’t say anything to anyone. Who’s going to believe me anyway when you’ve got her? Unless I said I paid you because you needed the money for the redecoration.’
‘That’s a stupid thing to say,’ he whispered, caressing her face. ‘Right now, if any man could see what I was doing, they’d be jealous.’
‘Because they fancy you?’ she asked, seeing that he might have a valid point.
‘Again, you are off the Richter scale with your assumptions. Because I’m with you, that’s the reason. The strange girl who comes for Sunday lunch dressed in a dog suit.’
‘I have three, so I do vary them.’
‘But they all look alike.’
‘So, it’s less stressful when I have to pick one to wear.’ Maddy noticed he was going to laugh. ‘Admittedly figuring out which polka dots to put on each day can be tiresome. I do have plain clothes for the days I really can’t choose.’
‘Never change,’ he said, kissing her chin. ‘You’re perfect the way you are.’
‘Okay?’ She wasn’t quite sure what he meant, but it seemed he liked her, which was a good start. ‘I will reduce the polka dots though, just a little.’
‘And stop putting bows into Phyllis’s hair.’
‘Stan, you can’t have it all your way.’ She touched his face, and again there was a strong feeling in her chest. ‘But I’ll only do it when you’re not around.’
Maddy lunged at Stan. She’d prefer to let her mouth and body do the talking so he could see how much she liked him.
And Stan took the hint as he pushed up her dress to the waist and started to stroke her thighs. Maddy couldn’t help but groan, wanting him to touch her intimately. She felt him push his groin into her pelvic bone, feeling the hardness.
He wasn’t letting up, and slowly his hand travelled all the way under until it reached her breast, gently squeezing it. It was now the opportunity to pull down his jeans and pants, which she did slowly, watching his eyes open as they went mid-thigh, and he then pulled them off.
In a swift move, she managed to turn him onto his back and straddle him. She took a deep breath and put her finger on her lip, not sure if she should do the next bit. Slowly she pulled up her dress revealing her bare bosoms and noticed he was staring. He helped her to push it all the way off, making sure his palms covered the surface.
Then he placed his mouth on her nipple, gently caressing it with his tongue and she pushed her groin into his, realising he’d feel the wetness.
‘Can I touch you anywhere?’ he asked.
‘Yes, please.’
Then they were off.
Her mouth was sucking him off as her hand moved up and down his shaft. She was devouring the man and loving his taste. The girth was perfect, and so was the skin. Smooth and velvety to the touch.
He pushed his hand between her legs, finding her nub while he was in her mouth. She looked up at him gently moving his hips and watching her, so she moved onto her back, spreading her legs so he could feel more.
And he rubbed her off slowly, teasing and flicker her nub as she groaned, sucking hard in response. He pulled out of her mouth and kissed all the way down her body, until he parted her thighs, holding one in each arm as his lips found her nub and he worked his tongue off.
Flinging her head back, she knew how tight her hole was, and then he pushed a finger in, rubbing inside, and she held her breath. A hand squeezed her breast as she squeezed the other one and her inner thighs tightened.
He was going to make her come hard and for long, as the multiple orgasms rocketed through her fanny and his mouth pulled at her nub, his fingers humping her for dear life.
She nearly passed out as her thighs and body buckled under the spasms.
Then he pulled away and pushed hi
s cock on to her stomach, rubbing it a few times before he came all over her skin, yet his other hand was still pushing her bean to get everything out of her he possibly could.
His face was a picture of beauty and stress, as he threw back his head and pumped all his juice out.
Her body couldn’t stop shaking as he looked at her and smiled.
Maddy laughed.
That’s all she could do because he had done one thing.
Made her extremely happy.
And he wasn’t so bad in bed.
‘I can’t stop.’
Stan was sitting next to her at breakfast, and his hand kept riding up her dress. He was dressed in his usual underpants and hat, but even Maddy was having a problem keeping her hands off him.
Phyllis just sat at the end of the table, eating bacon out of her bowl.
‘You made me come so many times,’ Maddy whispered, kissing him. ‘And without that silly vibrator.’
‘The only thing that’s going to come inside you will be me.’ He kissed her hard as he looked into her eyes.
The words completely turned her on as he pushed his hand between her thighs.
‘Oh, Stan.’ Then she kissed him, putting her tongue into his mouth and enjoying the new taste that was turning her on. ‘You say the most wonderful things.’
He laughed and fed her Cheerios while eating toast.
‘We better not confuse Phyllis too much,’ she whispered, seeing the dog walk off and sit on her cushion. ‘Have you trained her not to come into a room where you are entertaining a lady?’
‘Giselle didn’t like her sleeping on the bed, so I had to make her sleep somewhere else when she stayed.’ He shook his head and looked at Maddy. ‘I’m sorry about when you turned up. I did know you were upset, but I didn’t want to admit I might have ballsed it up. I kept thinking I’ve been told not to go there with you, but I wanted to.’ Then Stan let out a sigh. ‘That’s not true. I knew you were upset because of how you looked at me. Then in the pub, you didn’t say hello and went to speak to Ted.’
‘My seat was taken, so I had to sit somewhere.’ Maddy kissed his cheek seeing he was more clued up than she had thought. ‘I know I can’t hide how I feel. I’ll try harder in future.’
‘No, you keep showing what you think, and that will help me. I’m not very good at reading women. It’s always been an obstacle. Do we have to wait two weeks?’ he whispered into her ear before gently squeezing her breast.
‘I’m not sure if I can hold out for that long,’ came her honest reply as she slowly sunk to her knees.
‘He likes me.’
Maddy was sat with Dora in a small café not too far from where she lived. ‘I think.’
It was Wednesday afternoon, and he was going to spend the night. The previous two days they had been together and didn’t say much, other than the copious amounts of foreplay which led to multiple orgasms for her, and he also got his rocks off at the same time.
Holding out for a fortnight didn’t seem logical as her body wanted him.
Frankly, he had no choice.
Tonight, she would shag him until his bollocks fell off, but she wasn’t going to divulge that bit of information to her young charge.
‘How do you know he likes you?’ asked her friend, taking off her mask and looking pissed off when she looked at it. ‘Did you tell him how you feel?’
‘Oh Dora, he’s a boy, so he’s not that smart. I was going to say, but after he got back together with the muscle gut woman, I really couldn’t approach it. Now I think I will as he has no choice,’ she replied trying not to laugh at her dirty thoughts of holding him down. Then she noticed how angry the young girl seemed when she threw the mask to the ground. ‘Don’t do that. Are you mad at me talking about Stan? I’m sorry I’ll-.’
‘No, I’m not. I’m just sick of being sick,’ she said, on the verge of tears. ‘Sick of the coughing and phlegm and all of it.’
‘I’m sorry. I’m chattering on about me and not thinking about you.’
‘And this!’ Dora hissed, thumping the wheelchair that her mother had insisted she went out in. ‘I’m like a disabled person.’
‘Come on.’ Maddy moved her chair closer and put an arm around her shoulders. ‘You’re having a bad day, and soon the side-effect of the chest infection will be gone. It’s taking a little longer than usual. I understand it’s frustrating but-.’
‘You don’t understand,’ she said, looking tearfully at her. ‘You have no idea what it’s like seeing people have fun and have a normal life. I thought turning thirteen would help, but it hasn’t. It’s made me feel worse because I realise I won’t have everything you have, live the life you enjoy. And today it pisses me off!’
‘That’s not very positive,’ Maddy replied, taking a tissue out of her bag. ‘This is not like you. Who upset you? Let me sort them out.’
‘No-one upset me. Everything is good!’ she said through gritted teeth, making Maddy pull slightly away.
She’d not seen Dora like this before and the anger being vented.
‘That’s good that everything is good,’ she quietly said.
‘Jerome’s getting better, and the second cycle of treatment is working. Lance is off in Florida with his parents. We know they’re not giving him long, but he’s going to prove them all wrong. Then there’s me. Dr. Bob said we have to be realistic.’
‘Realistic about what?’ Maddy asked, her heart pounding.
‘About me.’ Dora stared directly into Maddy’s eyes. ‘I’ve been trying to tell you, even my mum has, but you’re not listening, and today, I want you to listen to me. I won’t get to eighteen or twenty-one. There is no chance I will ever get married and have children. I’m deteriorating at such a pace my lung capacity is getting lower each day.’ She took a deep breath. ‘I am going to die Maddy, and it’s going to be sooner than later.’
Maddy sat perfectly still and didn’t know how to respond other than to cry.
‘I hate people telling me it will be okay,’ continued Dora, wiping her angry tears away. ‘It won’t. And you know what? I’m not sorry I am going to die because my life is terrible right now, and I’m in so much pain. I have no energy, and the only thing that keeps me going is you. But I can’t lie to you anymore. They told my mum and me before my birthday, and I wanted to enjoy the party because I know that’s what you wanted.’
Clenching her lips together, she tried so hard not to cry, not to show her real shock and fear about what was being said.
‘No,’ Maddy eventually muttered. ‘I can’t and won’t accept that. We can do something. There is always a solution to everything. Dora, you’re not going anywhere. You’re not going to leave me.’
The tears splashed down her face, and all thought about Stan and her happiness didn’t matter.
Dora was in pain, emotionally, mentally and physically.
It was too much for a thirteen-year-old girl to go through but right now, she was handling it like a thirty-year-old.
‘Maddy,’ Dora said grabbing her hands. ‘We have to plan another party, and I don’t know when.’
She knew what Dora was saying and tried to pull her hand away, not wanting to listen.
‘You are my best friend,’ Dora whispered. ‘My very best friend who has helped me for years when I was feeling low. And I know what I said all those weeks ago about wanting to see what people felt. Not the pretend ‘you’ll be okay’ when I won’t. I have to face up to it, and you have to help me. It is for you too, Maddy. You need to realise that not everything you can sort out and change.’
‘I can try,’ she sobbed, pulling a hand away to wipe her tears. ‘Medicine is magical, and we can look into other things to help you.’
‘Not even a lung transplant could help. My body is getting weaker and somethings you can’t control, not even you Maddy Berkeley. Not even you.’
‘I’ll do my best, Dora.’ She closed her eyes. ‘But I can’t plan a funeral. That’s asking for too much.’
‘I want
you to help me. You have to. I can’t talk to mum about it as she just cries. But you know how I feel, and I know you will do anything for me.’
‘That’s not fair,’ she replied, swallowing hard.
‘If you love me and say I’m your best friend then you’ll do it for me. That’s all I ask. Someone to help me plan my best party ever, okay.’
And somehow, Maddy knew she had no choice and couldn’t say no, even though it was going to ultimately break her heart.
‘What are you doing here?’
She had rushed home to cry her eyes out before Stan turned up but didn’t expect to see Pearl looking disheveled, standing on her doorstep. Alarm bells were ringing in her ears. ‘What’s wrong?’
‘I think I killed her,’ she heard Pearl say, who was frozen to the spot.
‘Killed who?’ Maddy knew who she was talking about and stepped closer. ‘Pearl?’
‘Honey. I can’t find her, so I must have done something bad. I can’t remember. I went blank. You said I might do something, but I don’t know where my baby is. Help me find my baby.’ Then she started to sob. ‘I want to find my baby.’
Maddy held herself by the door and could see Pearl seemed confused, looking around and then looked down.
Her friend was barefoot and dripping wet.
‘Pearl, can you remember where you left her?’ Maddy asked, seeing the glazed expression in her eyes. ‘Let’s go back home and see where she is.’
‘I was in the house and then I was walking here. I didn’t know what to do.’ Pearl then started to look panicked. ‘I must have killed her! I killed my baby!’
‘No!’ Maddy said, putting her hand over Pearl’s mouth. ‘Don’t say that. We’ll find her. Where’s Heidi? Did you call TJ?’ She was met with a shaking head from side to side as a response before removing her hand. There was no way she could leave her on her on. ‘Let’s go back to yours and find Honey now.’
Maddy’s heart was racing. After speaking to Dora earlier on, her head was spinning, but it was replaced with a sheer panic.