“You told me to help myself when I moved in.”
“To the odd drink, not the whole chuffing lot. You’re costing me a fortune.”
My mother fixes Trevor with a look. “Am I not worth it?”
Oh, not again.
Trevor goes puce. My mother walks out from behind the bar. “I thought you were a gentleman, but instead you’ve dishonoured me in front of all these people.” She puts a finger to her eye and dashes out as if she’s in distress.
I excuse myself and run after her, only to find she’s burst into the first cubicle to reveal Troy with his trousers around his ankles and what indeed is a pierced cock, currently being serviced by Tiffany.
“Hey there, doll,” he says to me and guides Tiff’s head back to his dick.
Reeling, I stumble out of the female toilets and decide if we’re mixing it up then I’ll go and piss in the men’s. I leave my mother, who’s decided she’ll still pee in the cubicle next to the blow job.
As I walk into the men’s, Jimmy, who’s had a few pints, follows me in there. The room is thankfully empty. He guides me away from the god awful smell of urine from the trough and into a cubicle where he decides to play tonsil tennis.
He’s not awful, but–actually-no, sorry, he is awful. I don’t want to destroy his confidence but what do I do when he’s just not doing it for me?
Then he grabs hold of my hand and places it on his trousers.
I pull away from him.
“Listen,” he says. “I’m… well, I’ve, erm, not done this before.”
Holy crap on a cracker. He’s a virgin. What would Kathy say? Do I deflower him? That gains me experience points and does him a favour. But I don’t fancy him.
I can’t believe my next action.
“Could you just stay exactly there for a moment? I’ll be back.”
“Ah, of course. Protection. I forgot that. The machine’s broken in here.”
“Ye-eas. That’s it. Protection.”
I dash out of the male loos and search out my mother for advice. I told you I couldn’t believe my next action.
“Of course you can’t bonk him just because he’s a virgin, you silly girl. What would Frazer think?”
“What’s Frazer got to do with it?”
She gives me a shake of her head. “For God’s sake. You go and spend some time with Frazer and get him away from that DJ box. Someone else can take over. Let the lad enjoy himself a bit. He looks miserable as sin. I’ll go into the gents and let Jimmy know you aren’t coming.”
“Thanks, Mum.”
“That’s what mothers are for.” She sighs.
Full of relief, I run over to the DJ stand, dragging Jerry behind me. “Hey, DJ. Put on Whitney’s I Wanna Dance With Somebody and then let Jerry here have a turn on the decks.”
“Where’s Jimmy?” asks Frazer, looking behind me.
“Being let down gently in the loos by my mother. I was too chicken to do it myself, so I sent her.”
Frazer gives a few instructions to Jerry and jumps down onto the dance floor. He grins at me and winks. “Time to show you my moves, Daise.”
The next fifteen or so minutes are the highlight of the dance. Frazer can indeed move and I feel like we’re Johnny and Baby, though he doesn’t try and lift me up. All is well until my mother re-appears, with Jimmy in tow. Though no-one else appears to notice, my mother’s blouse is on inside-out. Jimmy looks like he’s celebrated six birthdays and six Christmases at once. Oh dear God, she didn’t?
She winks at me.
She fucking did.
“Mother.” I pull her to one side. “Your blouse is on inside-out.”
“Oops.” She laughs. “Be back in a tick.”
While she’s gone, an old guy stumbles through the hall doors. He’s dressed in tweed, including a flat-cap. He has a belly that hangs above his trousers. You can barely see his face for the flat-cap, plus a moustache and beard. He’s swigging from a whisky bottle and does a bit of a jig down the hall.
“Are you all enjoying the party, ya’ bastards?” he shouts. “Where’s my invite? I only fucking own most of the place.”
My mum comes back out of the loos, spots the interloper and starts working her way around the edge of the room, and somehow ends up in front of him.
“Good evening. I don’t believe we’ve met.” She flicks her hair.
“Lord Beydon,” he bellows. “Why have I not been invited?”
“I have no idea,” my mother purrs. “I’m new to the area. Maybe we could get acquainted?”
He holds out a hand to her and she takes it.
I’ve totally had enough of the village dance. I turn to Frazer. “Please can you fuck me so hard I forget this evening’s events thus far?”
“As long as you remember the ones after,” he replies.
***
Of course I can’t walk back in my towering heels, so Frazer picks me up and holds me over his shoulder.
“Oh my God. Put me down. People are going to see my arse.”
“There’s no one here.” He smacks it. “I’m the only one going to see that arse. I’ve been dreaming about it all night.”
“But you never even looked at me.”
“You’re mistaken. I tried not to. Dear God, Daisy. When I came downstairs and saw you. All wrapped up in red silk like a present. I was about to unwrap you. Then that bloody dolt turned up at the door. I watched you from the upstairs window. Cursed at how he’d thought about the horse and carriage. Thought I’d, well, erm, lost my shag.”
Bunk-up, bunk-up, bunk-up. That’s all we are, I remind myself.
Through the door, Frazer continues to walk through the downstairs and carries me up to the bedroom where he lays me down on my front. His thighs slide either side of my body as he unzips my dress and pulls it off me.
“Usually gifts are disappointing when unwrapped, but that isn’t the case here. Stay there,” he says.
I wonder what he’s up to as I hear the sounds of drawers being opened and closed from downstairs.
“Do not turn around, Miss Harlow,” he instructs.
He pulls my knickers down and off and rubs his hand over my buttock. Then he smacks it with an unknown object.
“Ow.”
I spin around to see Frazer grinning at me, a wooden spoon in his hand.
“For real? You just hit me with a wooden spoon?”
“Tell me you didn’t like it and I’ll stop.”
I keep quiet.
“That’s what I thought, you dirty tart.”
“Can we use the handcuffs too?” I pout.
Frazer glances at the glued-on bedpost. “I tell you what. If we can buy or make a new headboard we can play with those again, but right now, I like my eye not being blackened.”
He strips off his own clothes while I cast off my bra. Then he lays me across his lap so my ass is across his knee.
He smacks me again with the spoon.
It stings, but this time I try not to shout ‘ow’ as it’s a bit of a passion killer.
Frazer rubs his hand over where he’s hit my cheek and then he moves his hand between my legs where he spreads my wetness around my pussy (still feels strange calling my foo that).
He repeats his ministrations, but this time smacks my other ass cheek. How the fuck am I being turned on by a wooden spoon?
He then rubs the spindle of the wooden spoon between my legs. I swear my pussy purrs.
“Hmmm, like playing with the spoon, do we?”
“If anyone ever asks me if they can spoon, it will never seem quite the same,” I murmur.
He turns me around and lays me back on the bed and spreads my legs wide. Then holding the largest part of the spoon in his hand he gently smacks my clitoris with the other end.
“Oh my God.”
“It’s no good, I can’t cope with those groans of yours any longer,” Frazer utters, putting on a condom and plunging into me.
I wrap my legs around him to enjoy him deeper. The headbo
ard hits the wall with each almighty thrust. As I grab hold of the post behind me to steady myself, there’s a click.
“Frazer!” I yell.
We both stay very still, looking at the post that’s in my hand once again.
Frazer takes it off me and throws it on the floor.
“That’s it. New bed tomorrow. My heart and eye can’t take it. Now where were we?”
Chapter Twenty
Daisy
“So.” Sam eyes me from where she sits opposite me on the small table outside the café. It’s her day off and she called round to the cottage and dragged me out. “You and Frazer?”
She’s not exactly what I would call a friend, but she’s the only one round here that doesn’t seem only interested in the local gossip. She’s just informed me that she’s been seeing Jimmy, so it’s now obviously my turn to share some information.
“Me and Frazer?” I act innocent as I take a sip of my latte and move my eyes to the duck pond and hunt for Tiffany. “What about us?”
“Oh, come on, Daisy. I saw you both tear out of the dance like your arses were on fire.”
There’s a movement in the middle of the pond and I narrow my eyes, peering closer. A ripple spreads outwards from the very centre and the ducks quack in unison, each one taking flight and disappearing into the nearest tree they can find.
My jaw drops when an old diving helmet slowly emerges out of the water, followed by an upper torso wrapped within a wetsuit. My eyes widen when the bottom half climbs out and I’m met with the biggest goddamn package I’ve ever seen.
“Jesus Christ!” I murmur, unable to tear my eyes away from the huge lycra enclosed snake. I’m seriously impressed. I flick my hair over my shoulder as I pull my top down and plump up my cleavage a little more.
The swimmer pulls off his helmet.
“Eh?” I puff out when Frank’s beaming, near toothless smile fixes on me and Sam as he tucks the helmet under his arm.
“Afternoon, pretty tits!”
“Afternoon, Frank,” Sam shouts, completely unfazed by Frank’s entrance.
His smile grows wider when I force my eyes up to his face. “Sugar nips.” He blows me a kiss and I shudder.
“Uhh, afternoon, Frank.”
Giving me a nod, he climbs out of the pond and wanders towards the pub. The ducks take his disappearance as an all clear and descend back to the pond. Once again, all is right. I blink to myself, wondering if I had actually imagined the previous five minutes.
“Well?” Sam pushes. “Are you and Frazer banging your bits together or not?”
I stare at her for a moment, unsure what she’s talking about. Assuming she’s talking about sex, I shake my head and then nod. “Well, sort of.”
“Sort of? Are you locking genitals or not?”
What the hell does ‘locking genitals’ mean? All I can picture is two male deer locking antlers, but instead of antlers, large penises protrude from their foreheads as they bash them together in some male show of dominance.
Genuinely puzzled, I lean towards her and I lower my voice. “Do you mean are we screwing each other?”
“Of course. What the fuck did you think I meant?”
Tempted to answer her with my deer scenario, I shrug and go with the flow. “For a moment I thought… never mind.” I smile. “Yes we’re, uhh, locking genitals,” I answer slowly.
Sam claps her hands in such a way that I sneak a glance around and make sure we’re not suddenly descended on by a harem of seals. She screams loud enough to make my eardrums hum in pain. “I knew it!”
“I take it this is exciting news.”
“Hell yes.” She beams. “This village hasn’t had anything exciting happen since MaryAnn smoked too much pot and thought she was Mary’s little lamb and tried to show Bob how white her fleece really was.”
I wonder if that’s some attempt at humour but when Sam shivers with the memory, I realise that, no, MaryAnn actually did smoke too much pot one evening. I then realise I want to meet MaryAnn; she sounds a hoot.
“So, come on,” she urges excitedly. “Is it love or just mind-blowing sex?”
This reminds me that she’s one of many rolls in the hay Frazer has had.
“Nosy much? It’s just sex.” There’s a niggle in my chest and I cough to get rid of it. It doesn’t appear to want to shift and I grimace at the strange feeling, rubbing at the pain. “We’re just having fun. It’s nothing serious.”
Sam nods and blows out a breath in relief. “Good, ‘cos Frazer’s not one to settle down. And I wouldn’t want to see you get hurt, Daisy. Just keep it at fun and then…”
I nod, rubbing at my chest. “Bloody indigestion.”
She blinks at me. There’s a question in her eyes when she sees my grim expression. Her amusement instantly disappears and she sighs. “Oh, Daisy.”
“What? It’s just heartburn. I’m okay…”
“No it’s not. It’s hurt,” she says softly.
“No.” I shake my head. “Really…”
Her glare is fierce and I wither slightly under it. “Does Frazer know you’ve fallen for him?”
“I haven’t! I’m not some stupid, clingy blonde bimbo. I know it’s just fun, and that’s… fine.”
“Fine,” she repeats with a slow nod of her head.
“Yeah,” I whisper. “Fine.”
“Right. Fine.”
“Fine.”
We both take sips of our coffee and steer our gazes anywhere but on each other. My cheeks are red raw with… something, and Sam keeps licking her lips as though she’s desperate to say something but can’t quite word how to voice it without hurting my feelings.
“So,” Sam suddenly says a little too enthusiastically. “How about me and you tomorrow night. Netflix and chill?”
I stare at her with wide eyes. “Sam, I had no idea. Oh, love. I’m not that way inclined.”
Confusion crosses her face. “Sorry?”
“Well, you know the…” I wave my hand about, “…‘thing’ with ‘Netflix and chill’?”
She shakes her head, looking at me like I’ve just licked my own nipple in front of her. “What ‘thing’?”
Swallowing, I smile. “Never mind.”
She narrows her eyes on me. “Have you been to MaryAnn’s today?”
***
As soon as I walk through the door to the cottage, Frazer is on me. His hands are in my hair and his lips slam over mine. He moans, kissing me almost aggressively as my back meets the front door.
“Christ!” I murmur, replicating his vigour.
“I missed you,” he mumbles against my lips, his teeth nipping into my lower one and sending a bolt of fire through me. “Mmm, you still taste of coffee.”
In one swift move, he has my dress over my head and his mouth is back on my neck. His hands are everywhere, sliding down my back, then up my sides, then cupping my boobs, then back down to my bottom.
“Frazer.” It’s all I can say as I climb his body like an ambidextrous monkey. His need for me is intoxicating, and I start to become drunk on his desire for me.
He hoists me against his hard body, his hands cupping my backside when my legs swing around his waist. His kiss is hungry, the low moans coming from him making my belly heat with excitement.
“Daisy,” he mutters as his kisses pepper across my jaw. “Shit, Daisy. I need to be right inside you, right now.” The absolute need in his voice causes me to tighten my legs around him and shamelessly grind myself up and down.
Spinning me around quickly, he leans forwards to drop me on to the table.
Only, the table isn’t there.
It’s six inches to the left.
The air gushes from my lungs in a sinister wheeze when half of my back hits the arm of the couch and we bounce off to the side. My back thuds on the floor and Frazer thuds on top of me.
But he doesn’t even bat an eyelid. His cock is out of his sweatpants and inside me before I can catch my breath.
The animalistic g
roan that tears from him makes my mouth dry. Wrapping my legs around him I draw him further into me, relishing in the thickness of him stretching me to almost burning point.
There’s a passion in his eyes that engulfs me and when he pulls out slowly and then slams back in, I can’t help but close my eyes and cry out.
His hands trap my wrists and he holds them above my head as his fucks become furious and crazy, his desperation for me making me as wild as him. My hips lift to each of his thrusts and every one of my moans is met with one of his feral growls.
Suddenly pulling out of me, he flips me over and pushes my legs up until I’m on all fours. His hands reach under me and he pulls down the cups of my bra, freeing my breasts for his eager fingers.
He’s back inside me within seconds and I can’t help but arch my back at his swift but delicious entry.
I’ve never known him to be this wild with me. It’s almost like he’s been fraught with worry that I wouldn’t ever come back.
“Daisy!” he growls, pinching my nipples roughly as his mouth finds the tender skin behind my ear. “Fuck, Daisy!”
My climax sends me spiralling and I cry out his name as every single joint in my body creaks under the pressure.
“FUCK!” he roars as he pulls out of me and I feel his cum spray across my back. The sounds he makes, the raw and untamed gratification in those few groans have me closing my eyes and cherishing the moment. I want to turn and watch him, see the ecstasy on his face, in his beautiful eyes. I want to see his soft smile on me, witness the admiration staring at me as he looks at me.
Biting into my lip when I realise what I’m doing, I cough and scramble forwards.
Frazer stares after me when I lift a hand, my back to him as I try to hide the stupid tears that are tugging at my sore eyes.
“You okay, Daise?”
“Uh-huh,” I utter. “Toilet.”
Slamming the bathroom door behind me, I quickly lock it and get in the shower. “What the fuck are you doing, Daisy?” I chastise myself. “It’s just fun. Just a quick shag. He doesn’t feel anything for you. He’s a whore. He’s a whore, he’s a whore…” I chant over and over as I try to make myself believe it.
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