Brian.
I was going to reply but thought it best to wait for the outcome of my meeting with Jane. I left the desk to gaze out of the patio doors at the garden, wondering why my blackmailer hadn’t mentioned the girl he’d forced me to lick. Also, if this was Sam, why was he still threatening me when his marriage was in ruins? I will give you your instructions later. What the hell was he planning? Almost jumping out of my skin as the doorbell rang, I checked the time. Exactly nine o’clock. This is it, I thought fearfully as I walked through the hall. Checking my reflection in the mirror, I brushed my long blonde hair back with my fingers and flattened my skirt with my palms.
‘Hi, Jane,’ I said softly, opening the door. She said nothing as she walked past me into the hall and headed for the lounge. I closed the door and followed her. ‘Thanks for coming,’ I breathed as she sat in the armchair.
‘You have half an hour before I ring Dave,’ she said coldly, glancing at her watch.
‘What happened last night was . . .’ I began.
‘I know what happened last night,’ she cut in. ‘I want to know why it happened.’
‘I’ll be honest and tell you everything. Sam had been blackmailing me.’
‘My God,’ she gasped, shaking her head. ‘Is that the best you can do? I realised that you’ve spent half the night dreaming up lies, but that’s ridiculous.’
‘It’s the truth,’ I persisted.
‘They say that truth is stranger than fiction, but to tell me that Sam is blackmailing you . . . OK, I’ll go along with your lies. What is Sam blackmailing you over?’
‘I’ve been having an affair.’
‘You mean, you’ve been fucking someone else’s husband as well as mine? That doesn’t surprise me.’
‘I’ve been receiving emails. Someone took photographs of me with another man and sent them to me by email. This person has been creeping about in the alleyway at the end of my garden and . . .’
‘Why on earth do you suspect Sam?’
I told her the whole story and, judging by her expression, I reckoned that she was beginning to think twice about her husband. She agreed with me, reckoning that it all pointed to Sam, but she was adamant that he wasn’t the culprit. Picking up on the ginger hair, she thought it ludicrous when I suggested that Sam might have a wig. I checked the time: ten minutes to go before she rang Dave. I hadn’t convinced her, but I hoped that she might at least feel a little sympathy for me.
‘It’s a good story,’ she finally said. ‘A nice piece of fiction.’
‘I’ve told you the truth,’ I sighed. ‘Obviously, whatever you do now is up to you. I received another email this morning and . . .’
‘Sam is staying with his mother,’ she enlightened me. ‘She doesn’t have a computer.’
‘Well, maybe Sam has been able to . . .’
‘Sarah, you’ve admitted to fucking several men behind Dave’s back. Because you were caught fucking my husband, you’re trying to wriggle out of it by dreaming up a fantastic story about blackmail. Your story might be plausible if you hadn’t invented a lesbian. Why would Sam bring another girl along? Or another man, for that matter. OK, so he blackmails you and you have sex with him in return for him keeping quiet. Why would he force you to have sex with another man and a girl?’
‘I don’t know,’ I breathed, hanging my head. ‘I suppose I was hoping that you were going to say that he’s been having an affair.’
‘He’s had a couple of weeks off work, and he goes out for walks most evenings. But I’ve not had the slightest inkling that he’s been seeing another girl.’
‘You must have more than an inkling now,’ I returned. ‘You caught him fucking me, for God’s sake.’
‘Well, yes . . .’
‘He had no qualms about fucking me, so why not fuck someone else? It takes two, Jane.’
‘Yes, I know . . . OK, so Sam has been unfaithful. But, I thought you were a good friend, Sarah. Why did you . . .’
‘You thought Sam was your loving husband,’ I cut in. ‘As a friend, I’ve let you down. As a husband, Sam’s let you down. He was blackmailing me, Jane. You might not think that a good enough reason, but that’s why I did it. Would you like a cup of coffee?’
‘Yes, yes all right.’
Leaving her in the lounge, I went to the kitchen and filled the kettle. All I could hope was that, even if she didn’t believe that Sam was blackmailing me, she might at least feel a little sympathetic towards my predicament. What if I was wrong about Sam, I reflected as I poured the coffee. Right or wrong, Jane had caught us fucking in her house. Taking the coffees into the lounge, I was still convinced that Sam was my blackmailer.
Jane was very attractive, I thought as I passed her a cup of coffee and retook my seat on the sofa. Her long black hair shining in the light, her make-up impeccable, she looked damned good for her age. But, she looked tired and haggard. Strangely, I didn’t feel guilty for ruining her marriage. It was Sam’s fault, I reflected. I was a slut and I’d come on strong to him, but it was his fault. Had he not blackmailed me, threatened to send the photographs to Dave, none of this would have happened. Or, would it? I’d set my sights on Sam before I’d suspected him. I had to be honest with myself, I thought. I’d fucked Sam because I’d wanted to. It had nothing to do with blackmail.
‘I’m not going to phone Dave,’ Jane announced. ‘Not just yet, anyway.’
‘Oh, right,’ I breathed with a sigh of relief.
‘If you’d thought that Sam was blackmailing you, then you should have told me. I was your friend, Sarah. You should have come to me.’
‘I know but . . . I had no idea that it was Sam until I was at your place. I’d not suspected him at all.’
‘So, what made you suspect him?’
‘Everything added up. It was his idea to invite me round for the evening, he knew my email address and phone number . . .’
‘Just because he knows your email address, it doesn’t mean to say that he’s blackmailing you. He must have said something to make you believe that he was the blackmailer. Did he order you to pull your knickers down? Did he say that he’d send the photographs to Dave unless you fucked him?’
‘Well, no . . . I instinctively knew that it was him. Was there a big row after I’d gone?’
‘No, no. We had a wonderful evening together and then we went to bed early and made love all night. Of course there was a big fucking row, Sarah.’
‘Yes, I’m sorry.’
‘I don’t know what to do,’ she sighed.
‘Does Sam have a camera?’
‘Yes, a digital camera. Come to think of it, he usually takes it with him when he goes out for a walk.’
‘I know that he’s the blackmailer, Jane. I can understand that you don’t want to believe it, but he’s been blackmailing me.’
‘You say that you had an email this morning?’
‘Yes, that’s right. He’s going to contact me later and give me instructions. He was annoyed because I was hanging around in the alley and . . .’
‘Yes, so you said earlier.’ Drinking her coffee, she seemed to be deep in thought. ‘OK, ring me when he contacts you,’ she said decisively. ‘When you meet him by the fence, I’ll be here.’
‘All right,’ I replied, feeling a lot easier. ‘It might be an idea to check his computer when you get home.’
‘I’d already thought of that.’ She finished her coffee, left her chair and headed for the hall. ‘Ring me,’ she said before leaving the house.
Breathing a sigh of relief, I took the cups into the kitchen and wandered out on to the patio. I doubted very much that Jane and I would ever be friends again, but I reckoned that she wouldn’t phone Dave now and destroy my marriage. If she confronted Sam, he’d obviously deny everything. At least he’d know that I’d cottoned on to him, I mused. And he might back off and leave me alone. A terrible thought struck me as I sat on a patio chair. If Jane discovered the photographs on Sam’s computer, she might send them to Dave out
of spite. Her marriage was in ruins, so why not ruin mine?
My marriage was already in ruins, I reflected. It was only a matter of time before Dave discovered my wanton ways of debauched sex and we split up. I’d cross that bridge when I came to it, I decided. Wondering when I’d receive an email giving me my instructions, I couldn’t imagine Sam wanting to fuck me through the hole in the fence. He’d been thrown out of his house and was having to live with his mother, and I doubted that he’d be in the mood for sex. And, if he did turn up, he’d have the shock of his life when Jane caught him with his cock sticking through the hole in the fence.
‘Hi, sexy,’ Barry called over the fence. ‘You’re looking gorgeous this morning.’
‘I’m not feeling gorgeous,’ I breathed, smiling at him.
‘What’s the problem?’
‘Oh, I don’t know. I’m wondering where Dave went to the other night. Why start walking with you to the pub, and then go off somewhere else?’
‘God knows. I came out to talk to you yesterday but you were with that guy from down the road.’
‘Keith, yes. He’s a nice chap.’
‘Better than me?’ he quipped with a chuckle.
‘Barry, I don’t have sex with every man I meet. Keith is a friend, that’s all.’
‘If you say so. There’s been nothing more from the photographer, I take it?’
‘The photographer?’ I echoed. ‘Oh, you mean the blackmailer? No, I’ve heard nothing.’
‘That’s good. Why the long skirt on a day like this? I hope you’re not wearing panties.’
‘I’m wearing panties and a bra, Barry.’
‘You should be in your bikini, Sarah. You look good in a bikini. If fact, you look even better naked. Jilly’s at her mother’s again so, how about a little fun?’
‘Later,’ I sighed, leaving my chair. ‘I have things to do.’
‘This afternoon?’ he persisted.
‘Yes, yes all right. I’ll wear my bikini this afternoon.’
‘And I’ll take it off.’
‘Maybe.’
‘You look as though you need cheering up, Sarah. I’ll make you happy this afternoon, OK?’
‘OK.’
I wandered back into the house and went up to my bedroom to change into a short skirt and a loose-fitting blouse. Barry was right, the weather was too good to wear a long skirt. I felt lost, as though I had no direction, as I went down to the dining room and sat at the computer. Normally, I’d have jumped at the chance of having sex with Barry in the garden. But my mind was flooded with worry over Jane and Sam and I couldn’t even think about sex. Checking my emails, I felt my heart miss a beat as I noticed one from Brian.
Sarah,
Be by the fence at midday. My lesbian friend needs your cunt, so be there. If you please her, I might not send the photographs to your husband. I won’t be there, but she will tell me whether or not you pleased her. Any tricks, and I won’t hesitate to send the photos to your husband.
Brian.
Why wasn’t Sam going to be there? I had no idea where his mother lived. Maybe it was too far to travel? But, he had a car. Perhaps he’d known that Jane was going to talk to me and he’d guessed that I’d tell her everything. Wondering whether to phone her, I really didn’t see the point if Sam wasn’t going to turn up. The plan had been to catch Sam with his cock through the hole in the fence, not a teenage lesbian pressing her pussy to the hole. Maybe I could trap her, I pondered. I wasn’t unfit, and I reckoned that I’d be able to . . . God, I thought. The last thing I wanted was a punch-up.
With the time approaching eleven, I slipped through the bushes into Rob’s garden and went into the alleyway using his back gate. I was an hour early, and doubted that the girl would be there yet. As I hid in the woods, I reckoned that she’d turn up before twelve to make sure that I wasn’t waiting to pounce on her. But I’d beaten her to it. Sitting on the ground, keeping an eye on the alley through the leaves of a bush, I instinctively knew that I was about to discover the identities of those involved in blackmailing me.
Only half an hour had passed when I heard someone approaching. Peering through the bush, I was horrified to see Keith lurking in the alleyway. He could ruin everything, I thought anxiously. What the hell did he think he was playing at? I supposed that he was only trying to help me, and wondered whether I should call him into the woods and tell him what was going on. I was about to make myself known to him when, luckily, he walked away.
Hoping that Derek wouldn’t turn up and hang about, I kept perfectly still behind the bush. If I blew this, I’d be in serious trouble, I reflected as I recalled the blackmailer’s words. Any tricks, and I won’t hesitate to send the photos to your husband. I wondered if Jane had checked Sam’s computer yet. Maybe I should have phoned her and told her what was going on. The trouble was that I had no plan. I didn’t even know what I was going to do when the girl arrived. Leap out of the bushes and attack her?
At fifteen minutes to twelve, a girl of about eighteen years old ambled along the alley. She didn’t stop, but she did glance at the fence as she passed by. That had to be her, I was sure. She was blonde, slim and very attractive, but I didn’t recognise her. She came back ten minutes later and again looked at the fence as she walked by. My hands trembling, my heart banging hard against my chest, I clenched my fists. I knew that, if I simply confronted her, she’d run off. I’d have to physically grab her and question her.
She finally came back and slipped into the bushes by the fence, and I trod my way carefully to the alley. Her long blonde hair gleamed in the sunlight, and she was wearing a short tartan skirt and a white blouse. Reckoning that she wasn’t wearing panties as I approached cautiously, I recalled licking and sucking on her solid clitoris. That’s obviously what she was expecting me to do again. But she was going to have the shock of her young life.
‘Bitch,’ I screamed, diving into the bushes and pulling her arms behind her back.
‘No,’ she gasped, turning her head and gazing at me. ‘What are you doing?’
‘I’m meeting you here, as arranged.’ Dragging her out of the bushes, I frogmarched her into the woods. ‘Right,’ I breathed, forcing her to the ground. ‘You can begin by telling me who you are.’
‘Who are you?’ she asked shakily. ‘What do you want?’
‘Don’t play games with me. You know damned well who I am. Tell me your name.’
‘I’m Debbie. I was just out for a walk and . . .’
‘Lying will make matters worse,’ I cut in angrily, eyeing her naked thighs as her short skirt rode up. ‘Who is Brian?’
‘I don’t know anyone called Brian. Look, I was just out for a walk.’
‘What were you doing in the bushes?’
‘I saw a squirrel and I went to find it.’
‘You walked past twice and looked at the bushes. Then, you came back and went into the bushes. Now, tell me the truth.’
‘I am telling you the truth,’ she argued, struggling to break free as I pinned her down on her back.
‘I have all day, Debbie, if that’s your real name. I’ll keep you here all day, if necessary.’
‘I was out for a walk and I saw a squirrel and . . .’
‘OK, have it your way,’ I hissed, yanking her skirt up. ‘No panties, and you’ve shaved,’ I breathed, focusing on her succulent pussy lips, her tightly-closed sex crack. ‘You’re the girl, there’s no doubt about it.’
‘What girl? I don’t know what you’re talking about.’
‘Tell me who Brian is,’ I breathed, clutching her full pussy lips and digging my fingernails into her sensitive flesh. ‘Tell me, or I’ll . . .’
‘Get off me,’ she cried. ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about.’
Slipping my finger between the fleshy cushions of her swollen lips, I drove deep into the wet heat of her young vagina. She was so hot and tight, and I wondered whether she’d ever had a cock embedded deep inside her. Her pert breasts heaved as she squirmed and arche
d her back. Through the thin material of her blouse, I could clearly see the outline of her ripe nipples, and I knew that she wasn’t wearing a bra. If the obstinate little bitch wasn’t going to tell me who Brian was, I’d sexually torture her, I decided as I drove a second finger into the tight sheath of her teenage cunt.
‘I’ll give you one last chance to tell me who Brian is,’ I said, gazing into her blue eyes.
‘Please . . .’ she whimpered. ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t know anyone called Brian.’
‘All right, tell me who comes here with you. Who is that man you were with the other day?’
‘I haven’t been with a man.’
‘The man with you by the fence the other day, who is he?’
‘I’ve never been here before.’
I tightened my hand and dug my fingers into the inner flesh of her vagina. ‘Tell me who he is,’ I repeated.
‘I don’t know what this is all about. Look, I have to get home.’
‘Where do you live?’
‘You’re mad,’ she gasped. ‘I’m not telling you where I live, you’re crazy.’
Managing to force four fingers into her young vagina, I felt my clitoris swell as I gazed into the deep pools of her blue eyes. She wasn’t going to tell me anything, but I didn’t want to hurt her. She was so young and fresh and . . . God, I thought as I lowered my head and locked my full red lips to hers in a passionate kiss. What the hell was wrong with me? Our tongues entwining as I breathed in her perfume, I couldn’t understand why I was locked in a passionate kiss with another girl. Never had I dreamed about kissing a girl, let alone . . . I wasn’t a lesbian, I tried to convince myself futilely.
Her hand delved up my skirt and slipped between my parted thighs, then she began massaging the swell of my pussy lips through the tight material of my panties. I’d always been an outdoor girl, I reflected as my young womb contracted. But, kissing and fingering another girl in the woods . . . Had I always harboured a lesbian desire? Was it simply curiosity, or were latent lesbian tendencies surfacing from the dark depths of my mind?
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