A Fantasy About Love

by Opal Cole

  And she walked slowly to the bedroom, poetry in motion as her hips moved sensually and when she looked back at me, her eyes sparkling and licking her lips. I grasped her and carried her into the room and threw her on the bed. Her smile got bigger and she placed her arms over her head. This made it easy for me to take off her top, and then she lifted her hips looking at me. I opened the zipper and pulled the shorts off. These were no panties and she said: "Remember your order? No underwear when we are alone. I hear and obey, my lord and master!"

  I took off my clothes, too, and lay down beside her. She looked at me and whispered: "No wild sex, please. Just make love to me, James."

  And I did, and we did. It was gentle, tender and very satisfying. Afterwards, Eileen put her head on my chest.

  "I can hear your heart beating, my love. You know that being this close to you and hearing your heart and having your arms around me, makes me feel safe and protected. I shall sleep well, my love."

  She leaned over and gave me a kiss.

  "Sleep well -- I'll always love you and be there for you."

  Then she closed her eyes, placed my hand on her breast and fell asleep. It took me some time to follow her because the events of these days played through my head, but at the end, I decided that all had gone well, and our future was safe. I kissed her softly on her lips and the two pointy tips of her lovely breasts (rules are rules!), and I fell asleep, too.

  I woke up during the night and when I moved, she immediately grasped my hand and with a satisfied little moan, put it back on her breast. It was a nice handful and thinking about my luck having these two wonderful women with me, I promised myself that I would never disappoint them, and then fell asleep again.

  We woke up late and had to rush. Eileen remembered her obligations, however, and before jumping out of bed, gave me her two breasts to kiss, rubbing them a bit into my mouth to tease me. I reminded her about her about last night's lack of attention and what would she do about this? She smiled, offered her breasts once more and gave the tip of my penis a little peck.

  "Sorry, George, but your master drained me completely. I promise, however, that I'll remember it in future!" and then off she went to the bathroom. I used the other one and we were ready at the same time. I had turned on the coffee maker and when she came into the kitchen, all was ready for her.

  She was the business executive again: white blouse, dark narrow skirt, high heels, but also a bit of makeup and my opal pendant on her neck. She smiled and said that this time kisses were only pecks on the cheek as she did not have the time to redo her makeup.

  "I'm sorry, my love, but I do have to run. You'll be in Brisbane in two weeks' time for the weekend and then you can take it off, put it on, kiss all the parts of my body you adore, have me wherever you want, and I promise that you'll go back to Sydney exhausted. Have patience: it will be rewarded!"

  I got her into the car I had arranged for her and when she drove off, she blew me a kiss.

  It was warm and pleasant I and walked over to the office. When I entered my office, I saw Mary Ann with a teary face sitting at her desk, staring at the wall. She wiped off her tears when she heard me and tried a weak smile that did not work. I called her in and asked what had happened and whether I could help her. She sat on the couch and really started to bawl. I went over, closed the door and sat beside her.

  "What happened, Mary Ann?"

  She managed after several tries to sob that her fiancé was an absolute idiot, that she did not know what she had ever seen in him, and it was all over. Forever! Then, suddenly, she turned to me and buried her head into my shoulder. I did not know what to do: first because I really did not know what to do in this situation, and second, fearing that somebody walked in at this moment and would obviously misunderstand everything. Rumors would fly and the gossip mill would be busy, but I felt that she needed my support, so I put my arm around her shoulder and said nothing. Slowly she stopped and disengaged from me. She was blushing all over and apologized frenetically. I had a little fridge in my office and took out a bottle of water and gave her my handkerchief.

  "First you have to clean up, Mary Ann, and then we'll see what can be done."

  She did that and then got up. "Stay here for a moment, if you want to, and tell me what happened, but first open that door -- I don't want for people to have wrong ideas. ¨

  She blushed all over again and started to apologize, but I told her to stop, open the door, sit down and if she wanted, to tell me what had happened. I went behind my desk to be safe and she sat down in front of me.

  It was a long and sordid story. She had met this guy some time ago and he had insisted to date her. He was polite and took her to the right places. She accepted some kisses, but not more, and he seemed to get impatient. She accepted a bit more and when he asked her to marry him, she accepted. He wanted more, however, than she was willing to give at the beginning and was getting impatient and occasionally even rude. On Saturday night they went out and met his friends (and she did not like them at all) and the guys started drinking. Jokes became personal and she wanted to leave, but he did not let her. Then he wanted to take off her top in front of all his friends to show them what she had to offer. She fought him and he got angry and ripped her top off and offered her to his friends. When he was looking away, she hit him with everything she had and he fell down, giving her a chance to escape. Luckily, a taxi was passing by and took her home. She stayed for hours in her bathtub trying to get his dirty hands off her body, managed to get out and fall into her bed and at the end, she fell asleep.

  The next morning there was a message on her telephone from the guy yelling at her, saying that she had embarrassed him in front of his friends and that she would suffer for this. Later came another message apologizing, saying that he was drunk and had not intended to say what he did. Then he changed his tone again, went from apologizing to threatening, and then went away and was not heard from again. She was furious and ashamed at the same time, but recovered slowly.

  "Why did I pick up this guy? I'd never done this before, but I was lonely and sad. Why don't I find the right guy, one who believes that I can be pretty? I've always been alone since my parents died a long time ago and I don't have relatives alive. I was happy here and you helped me a lot, but now I'll have to start all over again!" and she started to cry again.

  "Mary Ann, stop this. You had a bad experience, but this can happen to all of us. Get yourself together and take a deep breath, count to ten and become the Mary Ann I 've become accustomed to and who I appreciate not only as my assistant and not only for her capacity, but also for the person she is, and a person I trust and who has become slowly a friend. Do you want to take a day off?"

  She shook her head and seemed to count to ten, then she looked at me and said: "Thank you, Mr. Winter. Thank you very much for your understanding."

  "One more thing: Mary Ann, I believe that if you wanted to, you can be a very pretty woman. You have to stop wearing these awful dresses, cut your hair differently and become more self-confident. If you could do this, you'd be surprised at the reaction that people will show you when they see you. If you are willing to do this, I'll ask Maureen to call you and you could do well to listen to her. She comes to Sydney on Thursday and I'll talk to her, but may I please ask my secretary to come back and bring me my mail? And a strong coffee? Please? And remember: when we are alone you can call me James."

  She started to smile weakly, took a deep breath and said: "Yes, Mr. Winter. The mail will be on your desk in ten minutes. And thank you once more, James."

  The rest of the day went smoothly, with calls to customers and one interesting prospect. Mary Ann had recovered after a visit to the restrooms and nobody could see the anguish she had gone through over the weekend. When I spoke at night to Maureen, I advised her of a possible call from Mary Ann, and why I had offered it. She agreed and reminded me that she had already spoken with her and that she seemed to be a nice person, but then she touched another matter.

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sp; "James, what have you done to Mom? She seems to be a different person: friendlier, more self-confident, secure and when she arrived, she hugged me and kissed me as if I were you. It was strange, but I liked it. Here she is."

  Eileen sounded very pleased with herself. She had found the right place for the new office; the price was low, and it was available already. She would also talk to Maureen about my suggestion, but she was certain that her daughter would accept the challenge.

  "James, I'd also like to thank you once more for the weekend. I shall sit down with Maureen now over a bottle of good wine and I shall tell her everything that happened, in every wonderful detail. Cover your ears as the next hours you will be discussed from head to toe, and I assume that Maureen will be in Sydney on Thursday, ready to try what we have done."

  Suddenly her voice changed and became more serious.

  "I know that Maureen is your one and all, but you've given me a part of you, and I'll cherish this forever. Maureen and I will come to an understanding and you'll be happy to know that you'll have two women at your beck and call. You better eat more oysters! Goodnight, my love!" and she gave the phone back to Maureen.

  Maureen was surprised. "Are you suddenly Mom's 'my love'? I thought I'm your love! I better talk to Mom and you better did not get the two of us or even the three of us, in a problematic situation. I love you very much and you promised never to disappoint me! We'll talk tomorrow!" and she hung up on me. She seemed to be upset, and I knew things had changed, but my hope was that they had changed for the better. I would hear the edict tomorrow.

  The following day went well since the prospect had called back and invited me to a visit at his HQ in Perth. Mary Ann was back to her normal self and looked at me in a different way, however, as if she was trying to decide whether I was her mentor or an elder brother. She had changed into another dress, but it was not fitting her well. When she looked at me as I arrived, I told her that Maureen would call her on Thursday evening, and she smiled. Looking around, she said: "Thank you, James."

  I had a staff meeting and set goals for everyone, including for me. They were challenging and there were some sarcastic comments about new brooms, but even Peter agreed that life had become interesting.

  At night, Maureen called and said that I was out of the doghouse: Mom had told her everything and I had done the right thing. I heard a smile in her voice when she told me to buy lots of oysters! And Mom was the best ever! Something had changed and I would find out soon.

  The flight to Perth the next day took hours, but the company looked interesting and growing fast. It was a big manufacturing company that had problems with distributing its products efficiently and on time, and even its suppliers were failing occasionally. They had heard about the work we had done on NT during an industrial fair and wanted to know whether we could do something similar for them. We agreed that they would come to Sydney the following week with supporting data and we would sign the appropriate confidentiality agreements. We could not use exactly what we had done in NT, but we had learned a lot about large data processing and decision making and this could be big!

  It was very late when I came back to Sydney and I decided not to call Maureen as she must be busy with her visit to Sydney and I was tired. The next morning, I went to Sir Allen to talk about the prospect and my plans. He knew the people: he seemed to know everyone important in Australia and agreed to join us at the start.

  Mary Ann had left almost half a meter of mail and messages on my desk and when I glared at her, she just shrugged her shoulders.

  "That's life, Mr. Winter. Whining will not help. You wanted the position and now you pay for it. Remember the phrase that one should be careful about what one was wishing for? That one would eventually pay for it? But I tried to help. This is the really important part that you should handle preferably this morning; the last part you can just glance through it to stay informed. Am I not a nice person?"

  Seeing that the first part was small, I agreed with her that she was a nice person. Perhaps the next time she could be even nicer and already suggest an answer so that I would only have to sign the document? Or even better get a stamp?

  "Mr. Winter, you surprise me. You were such a workaholic in your early days and now you want to delegate? Shame on you!"

  We both started to laugh out loud and people looked at us. I pointed to Mary Ann and said that this was an evil lady, and everyone should be very careful around her if they didn't want to be overloaded with work. She handed me the smallest part and told me to go to my office and start working, but she said it with a nice, warm smile.

  The day went fast, and Mary Ann had arranged my agenda so that I could leave early, knowing about Maureen's arrival in the afternoon. She had told me that the guy had vanished and that she had found that she had friends she did not know about, and so her life had become much better.

  I thanked her when I left. "Everything for my boss. I watch your back! "

  I smiled and her answering smile was completely different from Monday's disaster. "Enjoy yourself tonight, James."

  When I entered the elevator to my flat, I felt that Maureen was already home. The ability to feel her presence had not vanished; it seemed that it had even increased a bit. When I opened the door, she was standing there already, since to a lesser degree she could feel me, too. She was dressed in a long, slinky red dress, with a very significant décolleté, that showed her body in every detail. Her hair was curling down over her shoulders, my pendant hung between her lovely breasts, and her smile illuminated the room.

  "James, my love, I missed you so much!" and she flung herself into my arms, kissing me all over. I embraced her tightly and responded with enthusiasm to her caresses and it took some time to let her go. She looked at me and said that I appeared tired. "I may be tired, but never when you are around. You give me life and energy, and you give me love."

  She took my arm and said to have a shower whilst she was finishing dinner. I asked her how she knew I was coming home early, but she told me that Mary Ann had given her my agenda and called her when I left.

  "She seems to care about you. I'll find out what her intentions are; I really don't want another woman in our life, but let's talk about us. How was your week?"

  She went to the kitchen as I showered and changed, and when I came back, she pointed me to the dining room. The table was set with plates I had not seen before, the cutlery was silver and impressive, and a red wine was waiting for us. She had prepared a light chicory and pear salad to go with a white Sauvignon Blanc, and a thin veal cutlet to go with a Pinot Noir. It was wonderful to sit in front of Maureen and see her finally, and I could not stop smiling. She caught me looking at her décolleté and grinning, pushed the dress down to expose her areolae and already stiff nipples.

  "This is what you want to eat, right? But you have to wait."

  She had prepared a light dessert and when we finished, I helped her clean up the mess. It was fun to walk past her and touch her ass or cup her breast. Finally, everything was put away and we went to the sitting room. I sat on the couch and she sat on my lap, allowing me to hold her closely and kiss her. She smiled, saying that she knew that I would not be rational before I had my chance to satisfy my first desire and feast on her breasts, and she offered them to my hands and lips. She did not mind my endeavors at all and contributed with her kisses, pushing her breasts forward for better access. Finally, she pulled away and said that she wanted to talk about us: us meaning Mom, her and me.

  "James, Mom and I talked for a long time and we've come to an agreement and a proposal to you; if you agree, we would be extremely pleased. Mom accepts that I'm your other half and that will never change. She believes that you've given her a part of yourself and that she is now part of us, and she hopes that this will stay this way forever. You allowed her to call you 'my love' (and without asking for my permission!) and the way you made love on Saturday and especially on Sunday night gives her hope that we'll stay together. ¨

  She was ver
y serious.

  ¨I believe that she is now a part of us; remember that she gave herself to you and you accepted this; this implies that you accepted not only rights, but also obligations. I feel comfortable for her to stay with us, to be in our bed with us and for you to make love to her. I know that she is sexually more active than I'm and that would satisfy some desires you might have. I would learn from her and there might be more excitement in our life than you have imagined: think about two women making love to you at the same time! I've to admit that this makes me curious to experiment, but only as long as your priorities are in the right place -- namely me and that you agree."

  She took a deep breath and got hold of my face to give me a loving kiss.

  "So this is our proposal: We'll love each other and support each other without any limits; Mom will stay with us whenever she is in our flat or we in her house and we might or might not make love together -- this is not an invitation to a permanent orgy. We'll make love when we feel like it, not when it is expected. We'll support Mom in her professional position, and I'll be her office manager in Sydney until further notice. You'll be available for consultation and suggestions as far as your job allows. We will not hide anything from any of us and when something is wrong, we resolve it by talking it out. We'll be family (an unusual one I admit), but we'll look out for each other, support each other and protect each other."

  She took my hands in hers and her eyes were pleading and trusting at the same time.

  "We will love each other, and nothing has changed there. We belong to you and will do whatever you want, and we'll expect to be loved in all forms: physically and emotionally, tenderly, and occasionally a bit more aggressive. We'll be available to you whenever and however you like it, and we'll enjoy it tremendously. All we want back is your love, and that you never disappoint us. Is this acceptable to you?"

  I could only nod and reminded her that I had already promised that I would never disappoint them, and that I would love them always: her as my better half, my soul mate, and Eileen as Eileen and part of me and us, and both as beautiful women, and I was proud to do this. Maureen kissed me deeply and got up. I wondered why, but she got her cellular and called her mother.