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by Tia Siren


  ''You are so beautiful, and your body is perfect. Let me look,'' he said. He stepped back but she followed him, and clung to him again, afraid of his gaze. ''Step away, I want to look at you,'' he commanded. ''Step away.''

  She frowned and her lips rubbed together in a childish gesture. She stepped back and turned her head away from his gaze.

  ''The most beautiful thing I've ever seen. Look at you.''

  ''I'd rather you didn't.''

  He opened his arms, and she quickly went back to him. ''One day you won't care, you will stand in front of me naked without thinking about it.''

  ''So you don't just want a one-night stand,'' Amber concluded.

  ''No. Not with you. You're a real girl, not like all the bimbos who throw themselves at me.''

  Amber pulled him into the shower and turned on the water. As it cascaded down, she put some shower gel in her hand and began to rub it over his shaft. He soaped her breasts, back and stomach. When he reached down to her womanhood, she quivered and held his arm so he couldn't move.

  ''Slowly, I'm really turned on.'' He nodded and put his hand between her legs with as much care as he could. As he rubbed, she put her head into his shoulder. Her breathing became deeper as his hand worked its way between her folds.

  ''Stop, I want to save it for bed, she said as she got dangerously close to orgasm.'' He pulled his hand away and rubbed soap over her buttocks.

  ''Your legs are so bruised,'' Amber observed.

  ''Top class football, it really hurts sometimes.''

  Amber knelt in front of him and kissed the bruises one by one. It was such a tender gesture, the like of which he'd never experienced before.

  ''God, you're great,'' he moaned.

  ''Let's go to bed now,'' she said in a low voice.

  They dried themselves and went into the bedroom. Amber turned the lights right down; he turned them back up again. They lay side by side, naked and wonderfully fresh.

  He took a breast in his hand and rubbed his thumb over her nipple; it got harder, and he began to suck it. She gasped and thrust her hips against his. His free hand cupped a buttock and pulled her more firmly to him.

  Soon he pushed her onto her back and knelt above her. She knew what he wanted, but she was suddenly shy again. She resisted his attempts to open her legs until he kissed her and whispered how beautiful she was.

  Amber cried out and almost came when he put his mouth on her womanhood. She was tense, part of her wanted him to get the hell away from her because she hated the thought he might not like the scent of her, but another part of her wanted him to ravage her and make her come.

  When she realized he plainly did enjoy what he found between her legs, she relaxed and let him pleasure her. Her legs fell wide open, and her hands played in his hair. He lapped at her, his tongue flicking over her clitoris, making her gasp each time.

  ''Come for me Amber,'' he said. ''Relax and let it go.''

  She took a deep breath and let all the tension out of her body. Seconds later she came. A deep, shivering orgasm that made her eyes roll.

  'Wow, that was great,'' he said enthusiastically. He came up the bed and kissed her. She tasted herself on his lips and didn't' know whether she liked it or not. ''Condom,'' he mumbled. He got up and walked to his dinner jacket. She watched as he took out the sachet, tore the top off with his teeth and pulled out the rubber. As he walked back to her, he expertly rolled it over his shaft. The skill with which he did so made Amber suspect he'd been doing it for many years, despite his young age.

  When he entered her, she pushed her head back onto the pillow and wrapped her legs around his back.

  ''That's it, babe,'' he said. ''Now I'm gonna make you come some more.'' And he did. His thrusts were so hard; she came twice in quick succession. Each time he was fascinated by her facial expressions.

  He kissed her mouth, her nose, and her forehead as he continued to thrust. He was young and super fit, his body was lean and lithe, and she stood no chance. She came again and again until she was exhausted, unable to bear another orgasm.

  ''Come now, come in my pussy,'' she pleaded as the next wave threatened to hit her.

  He closed his eyes and concentrated on her. Not her just her body, but Amber the person. The effect she'd had on him had been overpowering. As soon as he had her whole being in his imagination, he grunted, said her name, and buried himself deep into her until there was no more to give.

  *****

  ''Sorry Danny, I don't want to see you anymore. I'm really sorry. I know we had a great time the other evening, but I just want to leave it there,'' Amber said into the cell phone Josephine had given her.

  ''You're joking right?''

  ''No sorry, I'm not.''

  ''What the hell happened? I don't understand.''

  ''There's nothing to understand. We had a great time. Let's leave it that.''

  Danny looked at his colleagues who were still on the training field. ''But I like you, more than anybody I have ever met.''

  ''Sorry Danny. Goodbye.''

  Danny threw the phone across the car park and kicked out at the wire mesh fence that surrounded the training ground. A photographer caught it on camera. The same photographer followed Danny all afternoon and evening as he got drunker and drunker, and surrounded himself with more and more women.

  Josephine looked at Amber as she put the cell phone back on her desk.

  ''It would have been no good Amber. He's got a court case pending, and he's a loose canon. You would have been dragged into it; your reputation would have suffered.''

  Amber wiped away a tear. ''I suppose so, but I really thought I had something with him. He's different.''

  ''He's just a footballer. Do you want your life all over the papers, and the life of your parents?''

  ''No. But you screwed Rod, so what makes you so high and mighty?''

  ''I didn't do anything of the kind. I fancy him, and he wanted to, but I went home. My job is worth too much. I can't go around screwing clients and neither can you.''

  ''Sorry. I didn't mean.....''

  ''It's okay,'' Josephine said. ''Come on let's go and get a latte.''

  The following morning Danny was too hung over to turn up to training. He pushed the girls in his bed to one side and went to throw up in the bathroom. His phone rang, it was Miguel.

  ''Sorry boss, I'm ill. A touch of flu.''

  ''Not according to the Daily Star. You and a group of tramps are all over the back page.''

  ''Okay, I got pissed. Really pissed. Sorry.''

  ''Ten thousand fine, and get your ass here this afternoon or you're off to Spain to play football, do you understand?''

  ''Yes boss.''

  Danny sat at the kitchen table in his three million pound London apartment and looked down the River Thames. It was raining and the clouds only just cleared Tower Bridge. The weather matched his mood. He was ashamed of his drunkenness and his womanizing, but he only had one overriding thought. He wanted her back, and he wanted her back now.

  He called her, but she didn't answer. He called again just before his dressing down by Miguel, not reply. He called her afterward, no reply.

  On the way home, he summoned all the self-discipline he had and drove straight past the pub.

  Maybe if he explained his secret, she would understand him better. It would explain his behavior, the late night drinking, the nightclubs, the women. But could he trust her not to tell anyone? He'd lived with it for too long; it had eaten away at him for years. He felt inadequate and frightened that one day he would be the laughing stock of the country if it got out. But Amber would understand and help him; he was sure.

  *****

  ''Danny, what the hell, it's two am,'' Amber said after she'd looked through the spy hole in her apartment door.

  ''Sorry. I know. But I need to speak to you.''

  ''You scared me, coming here at this time.''

  ''I know. Just let me in for a minute, I promise I'll go away again.''

  Amber looked at
him and stood aside. He entered the hallway and waited for her to close the door.

  ''What?'' she said.

  ''I can't read and write,'' he said.

  ''What?.''

  ''I need your help. I can't read, and I can't write.'' He began to cry.

  Amber felt desperately sorry for him, as well as deep shock at what he'd just revealed. She hugged him. ''Come on, sit down.'' He sat on the sofa and looked at her.

  ''You can't read and write?''

  ''No not a damn word. Not even my name. Why else do you think I party all the time? I'm shit scared it'll get out. If it does, just imagine how stupid I'll look. I do stupid stuff just to keep the tabloids off the scent. If they're reporting me getting drunk and screwing women, they're not digging into my school history.''

  ''My God, I never realized. You know it's really not that difficult to read and write. It won't take you long to learn.''

  ''Eleven years of school didn't teach me.''

  ''Because you weren't interested. You probably spent all your time with a ball on your foot.''

  ''Yes. I did.''

  ''Okay, I'll teach you.''

  He smiled. ''But don't tell anyone okay? It's more than my life's worth.''

  ''Of course, I won't.''

  ''You don't think I'm stupid to do you?'' he asked.

  ''No, of course, I don't. Danny, I'm sorry for doing what I did to you. I really like you, but Josephine got to me and told me I shouldn't be dating you.'' She squeezed his hand and looked at his fraught face. ''She told me all sorts about me being dragged into your court battles and made me worried it would affect my parents’ reputation. I was a bitch to you; I can see that now.'' She smiled at him and wiped a tear from his cheek. ''Stay with me tonight. I will make you feel better,'' she put his hand inside her robe. ''Let's forget what happened. Let's look to the future. And the future means you and me, and reading and writing.''

  *****

  ''Amber? What are yo doing with a book called, ''Elementary Reading and Writing for Adults?'' Josephine asked.

  Amber looked down at her bag which was on the floor next to her desk. The top was open, and the title of the book she'd bought for Danny was there for all to see. ''Er.....I'm just.....''

  ''He can't read can he?''

  ''Who?''

  ''Danny. Danny can't read and you're helping him.''

  ''Please don't tell anybody. He's so hurt by it. It's not his fault; he had a terrible childhood; nobody supervised him.''

  ''So out best footballer is a dunce. What a surprise,'' Josephine said sarcastically.

  ''He's not a dunce, he's a great guy. He just needs help that's all.''

  Josephine took a rubber band from her desk and played with it. ''Are you still seeing him?''

  ''Yes. I apologized for what I said to him. We are an item, and we will remain one.''

  ''Can't you find someone who is literate?''

  ''Fuck you, Josephine.'

  ''Ladies, ladies, what's going on?'' Joe asked.

  ''Amber is seeing Danny Constance. I don't think it's professional. And he can't read or write.'' Amber looked daggers at Josephine.

  ''Really?'' Joe said looking at Amber.

  ''Yes, I'm seeing him, and yes he can't read or write. But if it gets out the press will crucify him.''

  ''Well, Josephine, I don't see any law against dating someone, especially if it makes both parties happy. On the subject of his literacy capabilities, that's none of our business and a private matter between Danny and Amber.''

  Joe scowled at Josephine, who pulled a spoiled brat face. ''And now Josephine, I want to see you. Apparently you called Rod Stevens a black bastard. The owner of the club heard you. I had to plead with him to let us keep the contract. Apparently you were miffed Rod wouldn't sleep with you at the celebration the other evening.'' Joe came back into the office with Josephine ten minutes later and watched as she cleared her desk.

  *****

  ''You bitch, you lying cheating bitch,' Danny cried down the phone. ''Look at the sodding newspapers. Rod called me. The ass holes are calling me Consonant Constance. I don't even know what a consonant is. How could you do this to me?''

  ''But Danny I swear, I didn't tell anybody.''

  ''Liar. How come, a day after I told you about my problem the whole world knows?''

  ''Because I bought a book for you to learn from, Josephine saw it and put two and two together.''

  ''You mean the same bitch that called Rod a black.....?''

  ''Yes. Danny, I'm.....''

  ''No Amber. You were careless now I'm a laughing stock. Do you know I'll never live it down.''

  *****

  Stand by: five, four, three, two, one, on air:

  ''Good evening and welcome to the John Rushforth show, an hour of discussion about current topics. This evening we will discuss the widening crisis in Syria with the Deputy Prime Minister, the future of Britain in the European Union with the leader of the Chamber of Commerce Mandy Jones, and adult literacy with our guest Amber Sullivan a close friend of the footballer Danny Constance, and Margo Cummings from the Adult Literacy Foundation.

  Amber sat next to Joe in the wings of the YTV studio. Joe knew all the most important TV show hosts and directors. After forty-five minutes of the live show, John Rushforth announced a commercial break and Amber was told to go on set.

  ''Welcome back. Yesterday a fascinating story broke about Danny Constance, our best footballer. According to reports, he is illiterate. After a little research, we have discovered that as many as one in five UK citizens cannot read or write, or both. This evening I'm pleased to welcome Amber Sullivan a personal friend of Danny Constance and the Chair of the Adult Literacy Foundation, Margo Cummings. First Amber, perhaps you can tell us about Danny's case?''

  Amber cleared her throat and as Joe had told her looked into the camera. ''I became a friend of Danny's a few weeks ago. He asked me to help him because he was desperate. He was so ashamed of the fact that he can't read or write that it was destroying his life.''

  ''How did he manage to get through school?'' John asked.

  ''He had nobody at home to supervise what he was doing. Nobody really cared about his education. Luckily he is a great footballer and can make a very decent living, but what about those less fortunate than him?''

  ''Sure. It's an enormous problem. Margo can you tell us more.''

  ''As you correctly mentioned about one in five, in this country, have this problem. And it's usually due to what Amber explained. Lack of parental support.''

  ''Isn't that what teachers are for?'' John asked.

  ''Teachers can only do so much. They have hundreds of children to look after. The role of the child's parents or guardian plays a hugely significant role.''

  ''And how is Danny now Amber?''

  ''Devastated that he is being made a fool of in the press, and on a personal level very upset with me. Danny, if you're watching, I'd like to say sorry.''

  ''I have seen some of the press reports, and it makes me sick to be a journalist,'' John said. ''I want to say here and now, and we have upward of ten million viewers, that their treatment of Danny has been a disgrace.''

  ''That's right John, and it's typical of people's attitude to illiteracy,'' Margo said. ''They think these people are dumb or lazy, but they aren't. They just didn't get a great start in life. In fact, I want to invite Danny to be an Ambassador for our cause. He's hugely popular with our children, and I would love it if he could do some school tours to tell parents of the importance of helping their children, especially in the early stages.''

  *****

  After the show, Amber was in a taxi on the way back to her apartment when her phone rang.

  ''Get over here now,'' Danny said.

  ''What's up?''

  'Nothing, just get yourself over here, now.''

  Amber asked the taxi driver to turn around and take her to Danny's apartment. When she arrived, a group of press was gathered outside his house. Amber pushed her way through
them and went inside.

  ''Danny what's going on?''

  ''Come with me,'' he said. He took hold of her hand and went outside. Cameras clicked, and there were flashes.

  ''Thank you for coming,'' Danny began. ''I have a statement to make. I can confirm press reports that I can neither read or write. I haven't got a clue what this says, but I'm told it's an apology from the Press Association about the way I have been treated since the news leaked.'' Danny held up a fax that Miguel had brought round to him. ''Being illiterate isn't funny, and people who are illiterate shouldn't be the butt end of jokes. Racism and sexism, are illegal, so why not illiterate-ism. If you will excuse my made up word.'' The press laughed. ''This is Amber, and she's my girlfriend, and she's going to help me to read and write, and in a year I'll be reading all your spelling mistakes. Thank you.''

  Ignoring all the follow-up questions Danny put his arm around Amber and went back into the house. He closed the front door and threw her against the wall. She struggled for breath as he kissed her and felt for her zipper. He slid her pants down until they reached her ankles, her panties followed. He picked her up and held her against the wall. She kicked her legs free of the garments and hooked herself around him.

  ''Oh God I want this,'' she moaned.

  He freed his penis and in one fluid movement thrust up and into her, making her cry out. She held him tightly as he took her. He pulled her blouse open and took out her breasts. He was wild, demanding her, and taking exactly what he wanted.

  ''I'm coming,' Amber shrieked. She began to shake as she held onto him, his trusts so strong her whole body shuddered violently under the force. He cried out and held onto her as they enjoyed their first mutual orgasm.

  They collapsed in a heap on the hallway floor, both totally out of breath, Danny still deep inside her.

  *****

  ''Hi babe,'' Danny said. ''How's college?''

  ''Great. Almost done. Two more months,'' Amber replied from her student apartment at Yale.

 

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