Dragonflies The Duncan Peters Files

by Fontien, Samantha

  “I’m sorry Jess; I don’t think I have everything mapped out or that I’m perfect. Crying out loud, look what happened to me for goodness sake. I’m hardly doing ‘the dream’ myself. I’m living at our parents, in our old room, for God’s sake, with Mum and Dad can I stress. At least you’re sharing with people your own age. David had us hanging around with his golf club old foggies; I think he was banging one of their daughters. So, I’m not really one to talk am I?” She sat there momentarily before she jumped to her feet, and grabbed the dress from Jess’s hands. “I suppose I better try this on then,” she smiled. “New Year, new life,” she said positively.

  When she stood in front of the mirror she couldn’t believe it was her reflection staring back at her. Jess came into view and placed her hands on her sister’s shoulders.

  “Oh my God Simone, it’s like the dress was made for you, you look amazing, and wear your hair down.” As she gently grabbed Simone’s hair and lifted it up and down, deciding on which was better? “Ohh and make sure you don’t get any nasty stains on it either.” She teased laughing as she watched Simone’s face drop, in horror to her statement.

  New Year’s Eve, Simone was a bag of nerves, as Jessica, lovingly did her hair and make-up. When the two came down the stairs, their mother was waiting with the camera with her ‘Ohh’s and Ahh’s’ at her two beautiful girls. She was delighted when the nice ‘Officers’ agreed to having their pictures with the two girls. Well who wouldn’t, the two looked like they were supermodels.

  The chaps made idol conversation on the drive from North Acton as they made their way to the ‘Calvary and Guards Club’. Simone sat there in the passenger seat next to the driver, as he bragged on about his car, and how much it cost. She shot Jessica a few looks, you know those ones of ‘And you got me into this?” They couldn’t have arrived any quicker as far as she was concerned. He didn’t shut up either, when they walked in. This was typical, for Jess to land her with the loud obnoxious one. Everything was all about him. He was like a ‘one man P.R team’. And with every minute, it got worse.

  Jess, was her normal chatty self, her chap seemed much nicer, and at least was attentive to her. Jessica must have caught the rolling of the eyes, as she asked Simone, if she needed to ‘Powder her nose’ which as you know is code for ‘let’s go to the toilets’. They had already been handed their drinks which were posed delicately in their hands and they made their way through the bar still clutching their drinks. She followed Jess like a lost puppy. She had to give it to her sister. She walked through the place like she had been there a million times.

  “Ohh God Jess, I think I got the ‘guy’ who has the record for being ‘the most boring old fart’ I have ever met. Jesus, I can’t sit in his company all night without wanting to stab my eyes out with a tooth pick or something.” She looked up at her sister hoping she would tell her they wouldn’t have to be in his company any further.

  “Did you see those two men at the bar?” Jess asked while sipping on her champagne applying a touch-up to her lipstick. She noted Simone shaking her head ‘no’ in the reflection which made her instantly spin around to face her. “Oh my God, Simmy are you blind? The two fucking hot guys?” Simone still shook her head ‘no’. “Standing at the bar? Uhh” she gave up shaking her head at her sister and turned back to her reflection. “I swear girl, you must be blind.” She smacked her lips together after running her finger over the bow of her lip. “When we pass them again, I will let you know, believe me, you won’t miss them this time.”

  She took Simone’s hand and led her out the door back into the New Year’s Eve celebrations. As they walked past Duncan and Rubin, she gave Simone’s hand a little squeeze. It caught Simone a little off guard as she looked instantly at Duncan, as she passed by. But she had to hand it to her sister; she did have excellent taste in men, they were gorgeous.

  They had been sitting out in the gardens under one of the huge heaters that were placed strategically around the seating areas. They had found a nice little spot, far away from the two chaps that had brought them here; they were engrossed in conversation with some older military types. It hadn’t taken much to lose them. Sadly they knew it would only be a matter of time before the two boring gits would find them again.

  By the time the two chaps had found them, Jessica and Simone had been surrounded by a hoard of men. Jessica leaned into her whilst smoking her cigar.

  “God I feel like Scarlett O’Hara at the twelve oaks barbeque.” She laughed, knowing that a lifelong ambition had now been achieved.

  Simone sat there looking at her sister in her element. She always thought Jess was beautiful; she was by far prettier than her. She had been recruited by the airlines when there was a template for ‘perfect air-hostesses’; they had to have languages and also, had to be a certain height and persona. The family took great pride in telling of ‘Jess’s career’. It was one of those jobs that gave families bragging rights. Mind you both parents were also quick to brag about Simone’s achievements too. She sat there looking at Jess work the crowd of men that had encircled them. She nearly died laughing when Jess pulled out her ‘Café Crème’ cigars from their small compact tin, and leaned into one of the chaps for a light. She must have seen Rubin making a bee line for her, as her face smiled in one of her sultry tones. She recognized that look, ‘she was getting ready for the hunt’. The next thing Simone saw was Rubin taking the cigar from Jess’s fingers, much to Jess’s surprise. Simone watched as the two hunters started their advancing and the games began.

  Due to being so enthralled in what was going on , Simone hadn’t noticed the man at the door who had been watching her; it wasn’t until he was actually walking to her that she realised he was walking to her. And this was confirmed by the glass of champagne he placed in her hand. He spoke beautifully in well spoken English very ‘Home Counties’, unlike his friend who bounced between a Scottish and English accent. She had found out his name as they chatted, which was Duncan. He was a serving officer in the ‘Armed Forces’ and was currently on leave. He was incredibly entertaining, and far too easy to talk to. It was his friend, who had been working his charm on her sister, which had suggested they leave the sanctum of the ‘Calvary and Guards Club’. She looked at Jess unsure of whether they should go or not. But Jess gave her one of those looks which told her, nothing she would say or do would matter in the slightest. She was going back, whether she wanted to go or not. Mind you she didn’t mind Duncan’s company. They’d had a few little moments where they had made a connection. She looked up at Jess and the loud fellow she was with. It was clearly visible he was somewhat taken with the lovely Jess, as his hand slid slowly over her back that was exposed due the backless halter neck dress she was wearing. Duncan however was quite the gentleman keeping his hands to himself.

  She found him incredibly attractive, in fact rather dashing, with his smouldering good looks and a bit of gruff in his voice, quite the contrary to David, who seemed like half a man compared to this Duncan, who was the perfect depiction of what she thought a man should be, unlike the weasel she had shared her life with for the last five years. Before she knew it, Duncan had grabbed her hand and was leading her across the grand black and white tiled floor of the foyer and out onto the streets of Piccadilly. He still hadn’t made any attempt to kiss her, unlike Rubin, who upon entering the cab, was kissing Jessica quite passionately. How she longed to be touched like that. It had been a long time since anyone had done anything remotely like that to her. She couldn’t help but watch like an uncomfortable voyeur; she was trapped in watching them unable to avert her eyes, until Duncan stepped into the cab and sat almost next to her.

  Even when they had got to their destination, he still hadn’t made a move to kiss her, she was starting to reside herself with the fact that he was only there as a buffer for his friend to get to Jess, when he asked her if she wanted a drink.

  She watched him walk into the kitchen, she felt compelled to follow him. ‘Some army man he was’, she laughed
to herself when he almost jumped out of his skin. He was clearly not expecting to see her there. But she had to ask him, she wasn’t going to let the lessons of 1992 or the past five years go to waste. In a moment of what she would only describe to Jess later that week ‘a moment of utter madness’ that or the five glasses of champagne she had consumed, she asked him why he hadn’t kissed her? She was so happy to hear his reply that she found it was she who pressed her lips on his first. She was incredibly thrilled she did, as he made her panties thump instantly. Normally the old Simone would not have gone upstairs with this man, no matter how attractive or suave he was. But this was 1993, and she wasn’t going to be that girl, who had her heart broken. No, she was going to take a leaf out of Jess’s book and throw caution to the wind.

  She brazenly followed him into the kitchen and asked him, if ‘he was going to kiss her?’

  That night as the muscular man pounded her aching body, she knew she had made the right decision. It felt so good in every way to have someone who knew what they were actually doing. That night, Duncan had pushed her buttons, buttons she never even knew she had, and she knew, no matter what, that she would never take David back. Before tonight she may have considered it, especially at a weak moment and she was starting to have a few of them now. But NO, not now, not ever, as she let the handsome man overwhelm her body like it had never been before.

  His hands moved over her, touching her, her body electric to his touch, she couldn’t help but give in to her body’s animalistic needs…

  8

  Amoureuse.

  When Simone awoke the next morning, it took her a moment to remember where she was and who she was with. She had thought it was just a fantastic dream. She could hardly look at him without feeling a little embarrassed, as the scent of him filled her mind with a montage of him kissing her passionately, that and other things that involved him and her entwined. Just the mere thought of him made between her thighs ache for him again. When he took the hot cup from her hands and moved in for a kiss, it had now starting to scream in lustful ache.

  They had spent pretty much most of the week holed up in bed. Her and Jess under the same roof, and it was not their parents’ home either much to both of their delight. It was only on the second day either she or Jess had remembered to call them. Both she and Jess sat at the kitchen table each wearing their prospective man’s shirt doing a rock, paper, scissors routine in deciding who was going to make the dreaded call of shame. Duncan had walked in to find that Jess had just lost, to the best of three. She had to give it to Jess who was a cheeky minx and knew how to wrap their mother around her finger to put some clothes together for them in a bag, which would be placed in a cab to them in Shepherds Bush. Their mother had been horrified they had waited so long to call her and let them know that either of them was safe.

  Jess was something else, as she talked her mother down, telling her of where they were and how much of a wonderful time they were having. Hence the reason for the clothes, her mother had played a well-deserved touché. When the bag arrived it was full of clothes for them, but a mish mash of items and some lovely granny pants that had no doubt been deliberately placed there.

  The week flew by too quickly, and she knew she would have to return to her normal hum drum life, back at her parent’s. When Duncan called that night wanting to see her again, she jumped at the chance.

  Everything about him was fun, he was so charismatic, and she soon found herself daydreaming about him, fantasizing about him in his uniform. It was unknown territory for her, they were moving far too quickly. He had swept her off her feet before she had even realised it. They had started seeing each other every night now; she would eagerly await him to pick her up. He would borrow Rubin’s car, and they would end up staying at his, something she wasn’t altogether comfortable with. But she had no choice, what with living at her parents, and those pink and lilac walls she was left with no other option but to stay at his, and she knew her parents wouldn’t approve of him staying the night, they were old fashioned. They had disapproved of her first living with David. But as she pointed out to them, she was glad that she had only just lived with him, and not married him. Plus she was far too embarrassed to ask or even try to sneak him in. It’s not that she thought they still thought she was a virgin, especially after being with David for five years. But those pink and lilac walls would carry the sounds of her moans and groans of ecstasy and she really didn’t want them hearing that.

  She had even tried to not bring an overnight bag, which is what she had found herself doing up until now, so she at least had a change of clothes, toothbrush and all the bits and bobs a lady requires. He would always drive her to work in the morning in Ladbroke Grove, and then there was the odd occasion he would pick her up from the school. He would always open the door for her when she got in. She became quite popular in the staffroom as her very impressed female colleagues gushed about him and his perfect manners and dashingly handsome face. She knew Rubin was the closest thing Duncan had to a brother, but it seemed like Duncan had Rubin’s car more than he did at the moment. They must be very close, what with him living there.

  “You know we’re going to have to sort something out, poor old Betsy doesn’t know what’s hit her with the miles I’ve clocked on her.” He smiled patting the wheel affectionately. He looked at her. “You know, we should get a place together. It makes sense, with the way things are going.” He looked at her, with those smouldering eyes. That just sent her stomach into somersaults.

  She had to ask him again if he was serious about them moving in together, although she had to admit, she had no second thoughts or any hesitation in answering yes, and the next thing she knew, they were viewing properties, and then, shopping for furniture. She was in the whirlwind that was Duncan and she was loving every minute of it.

  They had only two blissfully happy weeks of playing house before he was shipped off on tour. She thought back to the day they had moved in. He was hugging her from behind, whispering sweet nothings into her ear as she fumbled with the key in the lock. No sooner had she turned the key, Duncan had swept her off her feet and carried her across the threshold. Once they were in the hallway, he pushed the door closed with his foot. He lowered her gently to the ground until she was on her feet. Her heart thumped hard in her chest as he placed his hands on the wall, either side of her and leaned in. His soft lips met hers and that was it, as she pulled at his t-shirt, pulling it off in one swift move, then, hungrily towards his belt.

  Duncan’s tongue was finding that exquisite spot between her lobe and jugular that drove her wild, as he sucked gently on it. She hurriedly undid his trousers and promptly pulled them down his thighs, just enough to expose his perfectly formed almost ‘Michael Angelo’ sculpted arse as he kicked off his Chelsea ankle boots. His hands had now moved to the hem of her dress and up to her panties. She kissed him hard, as he pulled them to the side and slid his rock hard cock in between her soft folds. She automatically lifted her leg around him as he kissed her hard hooking under her thigh with his forearm, pushing her against the wall, as she rose up and down against it with every deep thrust he made. She closed her eyes immersed in the rush that was coursing through her, as his hips slowed to a hard grind, which sent tingles up her spine with every plunge his hard cock made.

  Duncan’s arms clasped under both her thighs, and he lifted her down the hallway towards the plush new kitchen that had just been installed earlier that week, as he got to the door; he stepped out of the jeans that had worked their way down to his ankles, much to both of their amusement, and he popped her onto the worktop, his hips continued their assault as Simone’s hands eagerly grabbed at his arse cheeks, pulling him hard into her through her gasps, as her tongue fought hungrily with his. She moaned as she felt another rush course through her, she pulled him harder trying to quicken his pace more. He pulled away from her mouth moving to her neck as his tongue flicked and moved towards her ear.

  “You keep doing that, and I’m going to cum,”
he breathed hard whispering in his gruff voice with some desperation. “We are going to christen every room in this house,” he nibbled on her ear. “And as you know, there are a lot of rooms in this house.” He bit harder on her neck as she clawed at his arse cheeks. He breathed hard again, “I’m just warning you.”

  She stopped the hard clawing although she was sorely tempted not to. Duncan obviously wasn’t taking any chances and he moved her off the worktop to the stairs.

  “Hey what about the living room?” she chuckled

  “Ohh that’s easy, I’m going to take you there later tonight, right on the floor, the couch, everywhere in fact. “He smiled, before his lips found hers again.

  Simone was in a state of bliss as Duncan sat down on the stairs, she straddled him while he held her waist. She gyrated up and down on his length, slowly feeling him throb, she placed her hands on his muscular shoulders, he unfastened the buttons to her dress exposing her lacy underwear. She gripped his shoulders harder as he pulled the lace down exposing her pert nipples, which he flicked and sucked cupping them with his hands to his eager mouth. She moved slower, now sliding forwards and back to his groans. He shook his head no, as she moved faster, nodding yes pure lust in her eyes. His hands tightened around her waist, which only encouraged her more, as he tried to steady her pace. It was no use as she felt him throb hard in her with every thrust she made towards his shaft. Simone slowed her pace as her tongue found his, teasing him with the tip, she kissed him hard as she held his chin firmly in her hand, as she resumed her pace, increasing with every gruff moan he made.

  He made her feel like the only woman in the world, as he grabbed the back of her head and pulled her to him, his cock lunged up greeting the hard grinds she was making. She knew if she kept this going she too would cum again. She slowed her pace, the animal in her screamed at her to carry on as her legs began to shake. She still hungrily kissed him as he rose up with her under his arms as he carried her up the stairs, she could feel every throb he made with each step until they were in their guestroom. He carried her to the bed and sat down; her thighs spread either side of him. She pushed him back, watching him lay there she moved her hips again grinding hard into him, Simone leaned into him, her hands steadying her as she moved forwards and back continuing her performance. He pulled her into him with urgency, and kissed her passionately, while flipping them over, his hips moved again, plunging his hard length into her hard, slamming against her buttocks, she couldn’t help but arch her back as she met his every thrust. He looked at her.