Everything to Nothing

by Mark Henthorne

  ‘You too. Bye!’

  But Sally had already gone and Michelle faintly heard her berating the unfortunate maid before the line went dead. Michelle changed the channel to MTV, bored with the Formula 1 qualifying, and watched some music videos for a while until she stood up and went upstairs to dress and apply a little make-up.

  At exactly seven there was a knock at her door and she went to open it. It was Simon, and Michelle almost gasped at handsome he looked. His shirt was open at the top, showing his muscular chest and as he smiled at her and leant towards her to kiss her on a cheek, Michelle received a waft of his masculine cologne.

  Simon, when Michelle had opened the door, also had almost gasped at how lovely Michelle looked. She was dressed in a short, blue dress and it looked like she had applied a light tan to her slim, slender legs. He noted that she had had her hair cut and the wonders of a push-up bra gave her a large cleavage that Simon just managed to rip his eyes from as he leant towards her and kissed her politely and gentlemanly on her cheek.

  She took him by the hand and led him into the house to the kitchen. ‘You find the house okay?’

  ‘Yeah, no problem. Nice house. Nice area. What do your parents do?’

  ‘They’re both singers, opera.’

  ‘Really? Cool.’

  As they entered the kitchen Michelle asked Simon, ‘Do you want a drink? I’ve got some lager, bitter, whiskey, dark rum, Bacardi, vodka, wine etcetera!’

  ‘Erm, a glass of wine please.’

  ‘They’re performing tonight in London. They’re usually away most weekends somewhere in the country, but this is a series of shows so every weekend for the next couple of months they’ll be in London.’

  ‘Sounds good.’

  ‘Red or white or rosé?’

  ‘Erm, white please.’

  Michelle poured both of them a glass of white, then took him by the hand and led him into the living room where music was quietly playing and scented candles were lit and they sat down next to each other on the settee.

  ‘I haven’t cooked anything, because, well, to be honest, I couldn’t be bothered!’ Simon laughed. ‘So I thought we could order in something. What do you fancy?’

  ‘I’m easy. How about a curry?’

  ‘Sounds like a plan. There’s a good takeaway just down the road. The menu is here.’

  Michelle reached across and got the menu off the coffee table. For the next few minutes they discussed what to order and then Michelle placed the order with the takeaway.

  While they waited, they small talked until after about half an hour their food arrived. Michelle took Simon into the dining room that she had prepared earlier with some more candles and some romantic music playing softly in the background. She sat him down and then went into the kitchen to dish out the food which she then brought back into the dining room with a bottle of red wine.

  Slowly they ate together, sometimes drinking the wine, sometimes holding hands, until they had got through the mountain of food and also some dessert. After this, Michelle suggested they retire back to the living room. Here she lit the fire and they lay down together on the settee and cuddled together. It was only a matter of time until their lips found each other and quickly they were kissing deeply and passionately.

  Straight away Michelle felt a hard bulge press against her leg and she could not help herself when she pressed her leg into his crotch to feel his hardness some more. The feel of his body next to her, his manly smell and the hardness pressing against her legs made Michelle short of breath and she felt her intimate parts start to become wet.

  He either sensed the effect he was having on her or guessed, because his hand slowly slid up the back of her thigh to the base of her bottom and then it was gone again, back down her silky smooth thigh to the back of her knee. His hand lingered here, stoking the back of her knee, and Michelle involuntarily let out a gasp as she had never been touched there before in such a sensual manner. For a few more moments his hand stroked the back of her knee, then it slid up the back of her thigh and then was gone leaving Michelle feeling quite breathless.

  With a strong hand he twisted her body round so she was on her back and he manoeuvred himself down her body until he was at her feet. He lifted up one of her legs and lightly kissed her foot, nibbling and gently sucking her toes.

  This was all new territory for Michelle and she was starting to get unbearably aroused. From her feet, next he started kissing up the inside of her legs, lifting up each leg so he could kiss and lick her calves. He did this lightly, without leaving a slobbering mess, further up her calves until he reached the back of her knees. By now, Michelle was breathing very heavily, and when she felt his tongue lightly flick the back of her knee she let out a moan and another moan when he transferred his attention to her other leg.

  Leaving her legs for a moment, he came back up her body, pressing himself against her, so he was looking down into her eyes. He kissed her passionately and then he was gone again, back down her body to her legs. Gently he wrapped his strong arms around her waist and rolled her over so she was lying on her front. He returned to the back of her knees kissing them again and then slowly he pushed up her dress as he ran his tongue up and down the back of her thighs. He stopped at the base of her knickers and made his way back up her body and moved her hair aside to kiss her on the back of her neck.

  All this time, Michelle had been wrestling with what he was doing to her body. She wanted him to stop, she wanted to take things slowly, but she was finding it very difficult to stop nature taking its course. When she felt him slide the zip down on the back of her dress and felt his tongue slide down the length of her spine she let out another moan and she realised she was in no position to stop him.

  As he reached the base of her spine his tongue lingered here, circling her lower back. With one hand he reached for her bra strap and unfastened it, and then his tongue was back up her spine to her neck. Here he reached for the shoulder straps of her dress and bra, sliding them down each arm until all the straps came free of her arms. He left the bra straps where they had fallen and returned to her dress. He pulled it up over her bottom and down from her shoulders until it was wrapped round her waist. Again, he slid his tongue down her spine and in the same motion started to pull her lacy knickers down. She helped him by lifting her hips off the settee and with a couple of shakes of her legs and a kick her knickers were off. Simon then grabbed her dress and repeated the process and again Michelle helped him.

  Now all that Michelle was wearing was the bra which was still trapped under body, but Simon ignored this. Instead, he returned his tongue to her bottom where he licked and nibbled each cheek, Michelle moaning underneath him. With another strong arm he turned her round so she was on her back and he threw her bra away. Now, completely naked, Simon looked deeply into her eyes then kissed her passionately while a hand slid up her body and started to gently massage one of her large breasts.

  Groaning and moaning as she felt his thumbs run across his nipples, Simon’s mouth left her lips, went to her neck and then to her breasts. At first he pushed them apart and buried his head in them, kissing and licking her chest between them. Then his tongue slid up the side of one of them until it nearly touched a nipple. But instead, his tongue made circles around her nipple, right round the areola without ever touching the nipple. He repeated this on the other breast, and again on the first. After a few moments of this Michelle started to move her chest trying to coax him into placing the nipple into his mouth. But he kept on making these little circles, frustrating Michelle until she grabbed his head and forced his mouth down onto one of her nipples. Once it was in his mouth, he sucked and licked it before transferring his attention to her other one. By now Michelle was writhing underneath him, moaning and groaning, thinking it would be impossible for her to feel anymore aroused.

  She was wrong. Quickly he slid down her body again so his mouth was kissing, licking and nibbling the inside of her thighs. He gently eased her legs apart, running his ton
gue up to the top of each leg before licking her groin muscles. Michelle was close to stopping him. She had never received oral sex before and she did not think she was ready for it. Just as she was reaching for his head to pull him back up she felt his tongue flick the lips of her vagina. She let out a long moan, and instead of reaching for his head, she pressed her crotch against his face forcing him to lick her.

  At first he concentrated on her vaginal lips, licking and flicking them with his tongue. Then, very gently, he eased his tongue into her vagina causing Michelle to let out the longest, loudest moan of the night so far. He concentrated his attentions here for a moment or two before tilting his head up to give Michelle the best sexual experience of her life so far. His tongue rested for a moment on her clitoris, and then slowly he licked it causing the whole of Michelle’s body to involuntarily twitch. He licked the hard nub of flesh again and Michelle screamed.

  Simon jumped and was going to stop until Michelle forced his head back into her crotch again so he carried driving her to sexual ecstasy. While he was paying her clitoris attention, he slowly slid a finger into her vagina, not too deep, until he found the spongy flesh which indicated her g-spot. He rested his finger tip on this before making gentle circular motions with it, pressing and stroking her g-spot.

  Michelle was now moaning and groaning and occasionally screaming as she felt pleasure fly through her body that she had never dreamt possible. The pathetic night that she had shared with her ex-boyfriend had been nothing like this. As Simon carried on, she knew she was close to orgasm when everything stopped. She quickly opened her eyes, not believing that it had stopped and she was just about to berate him when she felt him push away from her. He stood over her and stripped, his penis springing to attention as he dropped his underwear.

  This was only the second penis she had ever seen and she was surprised about how different it was. It was longer, wider and just bigger than the other one. Michelle took his hand and pulled him back on top of her so he was between her legs. He lay lightly on top of her, staring deeply into her eyes before he was gone again, his body sliding down her body, and he resumed the oral foreplay. Quickly Michelle’s body reacted to his touches and again she lay there moaning and groaning until again she was close to orgasm when he stopped. He came back up her body, staring into her eyes again, between her legs, their hips together.

  With a slight movement of her hips Simon found his penis being lined up with her vagina. Very gently he probed until he found the entrance to her vagina and even more gently the large head of his penis parted her wet vaginal lips. Michelle let out a little moan of pleasure and pain, pain because she had never had anything so large part her like this.

  The lips enveloped his penis tightly and he slid it into her soft wetness another half an inch and slowly rotated his hips and then pulled out of her again. He repeated this three times until Michelle grabbed his hip and tried to force his penis into her. She wriggled her hips, desperately trying to coax him into her but he resisted against her strongly. Instead, he rested and pressed the tip of his penis against her clitoris and then eased the head into her again before pulling out again.

  ‘Please… Please Simon, please!’ And at her begging he slid into her fully.

  The pleasure coursed through her body as her vagina was filled up with his long, wide, hard penis and she lifted her hips to force a deeper penetration. Simon had had sex with a number of women, but nothing had ever felt like this, nothing had ever been this wet, hot and tight. He nearly lost control as she lifted her hips but he managed to control his body. With his first thrust she dropped her hips back onto the settee and just lay there, focusing on the intense pleasure that was coursing through her body while he thrusted his penis quickly and firmly in and out of her.

  After a few minutes, Simon readjusted his body by moving upward along her body. Almost immediately Michelle noticed the difference. Instead of just her vagina being stimulated it seemed that his penis was now pressing against her clitoris. Quickly she wrapped her legs around his hips and for every one of his thrusts she met it with one of her own. Simon knew that this position was called the coital alignment technique and was a guaranteed orgasm for the woman.

  The pleasure and heat grew inexorably from between her legs and spread all round her body. As the pleasure reached its peak she dug her nails into his shoulder which he took to mean faster and harder. He upped the tempo and force of his strokes, and then Michelle let out a scream and a long, loud moan that went on and on as an orgasm ripped through her body. Her whole body started to shake, and with the feeling of her underneath him it tipped him over the edge. Michelle let out another long moan as she felt his hot fluid pour into her, his body shaking above her.

  As their breathing subsided they stayed locked together, Simon staring deeply down into her eyes. He kissed her passionately and then eased away from her. As he lay next to her he noticed that the cushion where her hips had lay was soaking wet but he did not mention it.

  Instead, he took her in his arms, kissed her forehead and ran his fingers through her hair. They stayed like this, cuddling together, neither of them speaking, until Michelle told him that she wanted to shower. He gave her another lingering kiss and then they separated. ‘My room is the door that faces you as you come up the stairs. Come up when you’re ready.’

  ‘Will do.’

  They kissed again and Simon watched her walk out of the living room. He lay back on the settee, relaxing and thinking how lucky he had been to find someone like Michelle. After a short while he heard her call him to come upstairs to which he sprung up off the settee and made his way upstairs to Michelle’s bedroom. She was already in bed, under the duvet and she lifted the blanket up for him inviting him into her bed. It was an offer that he accepted and for the rest of that night they made love into the early hours of the morning.

  Chapter 29

  Sally left her mansion later than she wanted to because one of the maids had put the iron on the wrong setting and burnt her top. She had spoken to Alfred about her and Sally did not expect to see her at the mansion again. However, the top matched everything, the accessories, makeup, including nail polish, so her strict regime of preparing herself when getting ready to attend any kind of function was thrown out of order.

  She ranted and raved at the maids as they fluttered around her desperately trying to get their mistress ready on time. It was only when one of them dropped a bottle of nail polish remover on the floor that Sally totally lost her temper and, in no uncertain terms, dismissed them all, throwing shoes and whatever came to hand at them as they scampered out of her bedroom.

  Still cursing, muttering and mumbling to herself, she decided she did not have enough time to apply fresh makeup or nail polish so she decided to go for a natural look with no makeup and no accessories. Before storming out of her bedroom she told Alfred to bring her Mini around from the garages, if a member of staff was able to do this simple task without crashing it. On her way out to the car she texted David and told him she would be about fifteen minutes late to which he promptly replied and stated that was fine. As she reached the car she had not seen any staff. Sally guessed, correctly, that Alfred had told them all to stay out of her way. The Mini was parked with the engine running and Sally clambered in and quickly drove along the long driveway to the distant gates.

  After a quick drive she arrived at David’s house to be greeted with the sight of David scampering out of his house with his gran stood in the doorway berating him. Sally saw a shoe leave his gran’s hand and fly gracefully towards David just missing his head. He did not even stop to open the garden gate, instead taking the low wall at pace with a graceful leap. With a few quick paces he was at the passenger’s door and he quickly climbed in. ‘Drive! Quick!’

  ‘What’s up?’

  ‘I’ll tell you in a bit. Just drive!’

  Sally smiled and waved to Ethel and she received a smile, a wave and a wink in return.

  ‘Don’t bloody smile and wave at her! D
rive!’

  Sally waved again and slowly drove away from David’s house. ‘What was all that about?!’

  ‘I forgot. I didn’t remember. I thought she was going to cut me up!’

  Sally laughed. ‘What? What happened?’

  ‘It’s her birthday in a couple of weeks and I promised at some point last month that I’d take her to the theatre to watch, well, to watch Les Miserables. She saw the tickets I got for tonight.’

  ‘Whoops!’

  ‘Yeah, whoops indeed! She was not happy. She was cutting vegetables when she noticed them. I forgot I’d said I’d go with her.’

  ‘So she found this out when she had a knife in her hand?!’

  ‘Yeah.’

  ‘Double whoops!’

  ‘I know she’s only joking, but when she threatens to cut all my clothes up while brandishing a large kitchen knife it does make you think twice about whether she’s serious!’

  Sally laughed again. ‘I’m sure she’s not serious. Obviously she was looking forward to spending some time with you and now she thinks that is not going to happen.’

  ‘Maybe. Or maybe she’s just evil!’

  ‘David! That’s your gran. You can’t call her evil!’

  ‘We’ll have to agree to disagree. Are you looking forward to the show?’

  ‘I’m looking forward to the show and spending time with you.’

  ‘Oh, right, erm, me too. It’s a long show you know, near enough three hours.’

  ‘Yeah, it’s meant to be good though.’

  ‘Yep, looking forward to it. Did your uncle get off okay?’

  ‘Huh? Which… Oh yes, no dramas. The traffic was a bit heavy hence why I’m a bit late.’

  ‘No worries.’

  They spent most of the rest of the drive making small talk until they reached the theatre which was just a few doors down from the large theatre that Sally’s father owns. They entered the building, Sally thankfully not seeing anyone she knew, and she was surprised as they went upstairs. More used to sitting in the best seats in the house or in private boxes, she was disappointed to see that they were in the upper circle, to the side with a slightly restricted view.