by Ray Gordon
'As I said,' Arthur inveigled, sowing the necessary seeds, 'she's not a good friend. She obviously spoke to your father, and she's trying to get you apart from your young man. But remember what I said: don't mention anything about this to her.'
'Don't mention it?' she gasped. 'I'll kill her!'
'No, no, no,' he urged, shaking his head. 'Look at it like this; why does she want you out of the way?'
'Because she's after Jack.'
'Yes, but don't you see what that means?'
'I'm not with you.'
'A week ago Christine would have had no need to get you out of the way,' he reasoned. 'She'd have simply taken him from you.'
'What difference has a week made?' she asked, baffled.
'The week has made no difference, Emily,' he said. 'You've made the difference.'
She pouted sulkily. 'I don't understand.'
'A week ago you were no threat to her,' he explained, smiling a little patronisingly at her. 'Now, with my help, you do pose a serious threat to her.'
'I see,' Emily reflected, the alcohol already taking effect again as she sipped more of the wine.
'When your parents first went away you accused me of trying to get you into trouble, when all I was trying to do was keep you out of trouble. Christine is the one trying to get you into trouble.'
'Yes, yes I can see that,' she agreed. 'Although I'm annoyed with her, I must say that I'm rather pleased with myself. I never thought she would look upon me as a threat where lads were concerned.'
'And you'll pose more than a threat once you've completed your education,' Arthur added.
'Yes, I will,' she said. 'And I have you to thank for that. You've done all this for me, and I can't thank you enough.'
'It's not thanks I want,' Arthur said, his hooded eyes targeting the swell of her breasts for a fleeting second.
'Oh?' Emily looked puzzled.
'I mean, you don't have to thank me,' he clarified.
Emily found it incredible to think that Christine thought of her as a threat, and she reflected that without Arthur she'd have got nowhere and would have known nothing of her so-called friend's duplicity.
'Now I know what she's up to I'll be able to fight back,' she mused determinedly.
'No,' Arthur advised, 'be cautious. Don't try to run before you can walk. We've a long way to go with your education before you even start thinking about taking on someone as wily as Christine. The reason I told you not to mention this to her is because you don't want to let on that you know her game.'
'Yes, I see,' Emily said eagerly.
'Try not to have any contact with her for a while longer,' he told her. 'Fortunately your phone's not working, which could be a blessing in disguise, I think.'
'Yes, perhaps it could be,' she pondered.
'Keep away from the girl, Emily.'
'I will,' she agreed. 'But for how long, do you think?'
'That depends on you.'
'You mean, the more I learn from you the sooner I'll be ready?'
He nodded perfunctorily. 'Exactly. Now I just have to go up to my office and make a phone call,' he went on. 'While I'm gone you can open your present. It's in that bag on the occasional table. They're something to wear, but I'll say no more than that. Try them on and you can show me when I come back down.'
As he left the room and climbed the stairs, Emily opened the bag inquisitively, rummaged inside and pulled out several pairs of beautiful, slinky, white silk panties. They were lovely, but a little shocking. Why had Arthur bought them for her? It wasn't the kind of thing a male neighbour bought for the younger girl next-door. They felt gorgeously soft and sexy, but she could never wear them. Surely he couldn't expect her to? She'd be only too pleased to if he hadn't bought them, but he had, and that changed everything.
'What do you think?' Arthur asked as he returned. 'Aren't you going to try them on?'
'Arthur, I can't wear these,' she gasped, holding a skimpy pair up and thinking how lovely they were. 'You shouldn't have bought them for me.'
'Christine would wear them,' he said, smiling at her.
'How do you know that?'
'I know, believe me.'
'You mean you've actually seen her?'
He nodded. 'At your house, yes. She was sitting on the sofa one afternoon when I popped round to see your father. I was in the armchair opposite her and I caught a glimpse up her skirt. I could see clearly, Emily. She wore a pair of silk panties similar to those. So if you want to compete with her...'
Emily picked up another pair and admired them too.
'You don't have a problem with the panties, do you?' he probed.
'A problem?' she said. 'No I don't, because I'm not going to wear them.'
'You're not? That's a shame, after I went out and bought them especially for you.'
Emily felt terrible; they were so attractive, and it was sweet of him to buy them for her.
'Go on,' he urged insistently, 'why don't you just try them on? At least see whether they fit nicely.'
'Well, I suppose it couldn't do any harm...' she faltered.
'It's all right, Emily, no one will disturb us,' he goaded. 'You're quite safe here with me. You slip them on and I'll get another bottle of wine from the fridge.'
As Arthur went into the kitchen Emily pondered his words. He seemed to think her embarrassment had gone completely. Surely he must realise she couldn't wear them because he'd bought them. It was improper. And she definitely did not want to wear them in front of him. Even if he couldn't see them, the idea of him knowing she was wearing such intimate underwear that he'd bought for her was not right. But he was trying to help her, she mused, and if she was going to get any benefit from his help she'd have to work with him instead of against him. So taking a deep breath she hastily slipped her cotton panties down and off and one of the new, silky pairs on, smoothing down her skirt again. They felt deliciously wicked against her intimate flesh, and made her tummy somersault excitedly.
'Well?' he said, placing another bottle of wine on the occasional table. 'How do they fit?'
'I - I don't know,' Emily replied, blushing, too embarrassed to admit to the man how the silky underwear made her feel. 'I mean, they do feel nice, I think.'
'And how do they look on you?' he asked, sitting in one of his armchairs.
'Quite nice, I suppose,' she said shyly.
'Well, come here and show me,' he told her.
'Arthur, I...'
'What's the matter?'
'I suppose I'm embarrassed,' she confessed, in turmoil because she also didn't want to appear ungrateful to him. 'Perhaps I'll be less embarrassed in a few days and I can show you then.'
'We haven't got a few days to waste, Emily,' he countered sternly. 'Time is of the essence. Now don't be so silly. I bought them to help you, so I at least deserve to see that I didn't waste my money and time.'
Emily pouted anxiously. 'Please try to understand that this isn't easy for me,' she whispered.
'Of course I understand that,' he said comfortingly.
'I feel you're rushing me a little,' she told him.
'You're being silly, young lady,' he gently admonished. 'You have nothing to worry about. As I said, there's no one to disturb us and you're perfectly safe here with me.'
Emily absorbed his words for a few seconds, and then taking a deep breath and closing her eyes, she lifted her skirt and allowed the man to gaze at her new silk panties, trying to calm her confused emotions. It took a few seconds, but it wasn't too bad, she realised. And no one else would ever know what she'd done in Arthur's lounge. It would be their secret.
'Stand with your feet just a little apart,' Arthur coaxed her gently. 'And lift your skirt a little higher. I want to make sure they fit snugly.'
'I think that's enough for now,' Emily murmured.
'We're almost done,' Arthur said reassuringly. 'Just turn around so I can see how they fit your bottom too.'
Obeying, Emily nervously nibbled her lower lip as Arthur leaned
closer for a better view of her shapely buttocks filling the tight, shimmering fabric. Her stomach churning, her heart racing, she did her best to convince herself that this was the right thing to do, wondering what her next-door neighbour was thinking, managing to suppress an objection as he reached out and fleeting caressed one smooth, silk-encased buttock.
'They're perfect,' Arthur decided as Emily completed a full turn. 'Are they comfortable?'
'Yes, I think so,' she replied shakily. 'Arthur, I...'
'What is it?' he asked. 'You do like them, don't you? You look lovely in them.'
'Yes, yes,' she assured him, 'it's just that...'
'Come here and sit on my lap, Emily,' he beckoned, and she hesitated.
'All right,' she eventually said, lowering herself onto him.
'Okay, tell me what's on your mind,' he urged, placing his hand on her naked knee.
'Well, I'm not really sure,' she said, blushing furiously as she felt something solid pressing up against her bottom. 'I suppose it's thinking about Christine.'
'What about her?'
'She's not a virgin,' she disclosed.
'And you are,' he stated, gazing at the way her delicious breasts filled her blouse so beautifully, mere inches from his face. 'Is that what's bothering you?'
'Yes, it is,' she admitted, blushing and trying to ignore his blatant stare. 'I mean, I don't want to lose my virginity just because she has. But I suppose, what with the way she's let me down, I now realise just how gullible I am. And once she has Jack in her clutches that will be that.'
The man said nothing, letting her talk, his eyes still watching the movement of those firm breasts as she breathed.
'Look at me,' she sighed. 'I'm sitting here wearing silky underwear bought for me by an old friend of my parents. I don't know what's happened to me since they went on holiday. I can't help feeling this is wrong.'
'Go on,' he encouraged.
'Well, something inside is telling me this isn't right. I've got a nagging feeling I'm making a big mistake.'
'Keep talking, Emily,' he said firmly, looking serious. 'It'll do you good to get all this off your chest,' he added, and his eyes glanced at the extremely mouth-watering chest in question.
'When you first spanked me I couldn't believe it,' she confessed. 'But I realised you were only trying to keep me out of trouble. I must admit that I went a bit wild for the first few days. I suppose it was having a taste of freedom at last.'
'Relax, Emily,' he soothed, caressing her thigh. 'Close your eyes and relax.'
'No,' she gasped as his hand crept higher, slipped beneath her skirt, and again his fingers pressed against the front of her silk panties. 'Arthur, I...'
'Relax,' he said again, his voice hypnotic, his free arm around her waist, the hand surreptitiously pulling her skirt up around her hips, 'you're all wound up and tense.'
'This isn't right,' she objected as a finger delved into the moist groove between her sex lips. 'Arthur, please...'
'Of course it's right,' he coaxed. 'You need to relax, and I can help you.'
Her young body trembling as Arthur pressed deeper between her thighs, locating and massaging the sensitive nub of her swelling clitoris, Emily couldn't believe she'd trapped herself into this situation again. To allow him to touch her there was not right, despite what he said. She should never have agreed to wear the sexy panties, she reflected, closing her thighs and trapping his hand. She should never have sat on his lap. But she didn't want to upset him. Oh, how had she got herself into such a mess?
'You're not relaxing,' Arthur murmured, his finger encircling her yearning clitoris through the soft white silk.
'Arthur, I don't think you should—'
'Don't you like it?' he cut in. 'Doesn't it feel nice when I touch you like this?'
Emily gasped and her cheeks reddened. 'Yes, no... I mean... oh, I don't know.'
'All right,' he said, moving his hand back to her knee, 'if you don't want me to help relax you like that.'
'I do want to relax,' she complained. 'It's just, with you touching me I feel even more confused. Anyway, you said none of this was a sexual thing.'
'I don't think I like what you're suggesting, young lady,' he said sternly.
'I'm sorry,' she said hurriedly, 'but what you were doing to me was a sexual thing.'
'No, it wasn't,' he corrected her. 'Allow me to explain. You masturbate, don't you?'
Emily pouted shamefully. 'Well, yes, unfortunately you know I do.'
'You masturbate because your natural sexual urges build and you need to quell them. But when you masturbate it's not sex, as such. It's simply a matter of satisfying your urges. And that's all I was trying to do for you. It wasn't something sexual. Your thinking is all wrong, Emily.'
'How?' she asked.
'I was just trying to help you relax. It's not sex, it's me being aware of your inner turmoil and trying to help you, and what you're implying hurts me.'
Feeling more confused than ever Emily thought she understood what Arthur was getting at, but she found it difficult to look upon him touching her like he did as nothing to do with sex. Despite her shame and reservations she was secretly feeling really excited, and she desperately needed the release of an orgasm, but to allow Arthur to masturbate her didn't seem right at all. No one had ever touched her intimately before, she reflected, and she'd never, ever in a million years thought her next-door neighbour would be the first to do so. It was wrong, wasn't it? Just like wearing silk panties bought for her by her neighbour had to be wrong.
Arthur smoothed down her skirt again and ushered her to her feet. 'I think you'd better go now, Emily,' he said, suddenly cool towards her. 'You need to have a good long think about what you really want.'
'You know what I want,' she sighed with frustration. 'I just want to have more fun with my friends without my parents watching every move I make.'
'And to date Jack,' he observed candidly.
'Well,' she pouted, 'I do like him; you know that. Is that a crime?' she asked rhetorically. 'My parents would think it was.'
'They're only concerned for your well-being,' he said. 'You can't blame them for caring about you.'
'No, I can't, but—'
'Would you prefer it if they didn't care?'
'No... no of course I wouldn't, but that's not the—'
'And behaving as you have been with me, I'd forget any ideas of ever dating Jack if I were you.'
'What?' she gasped. 'Why do you say that?'
'Because Christine's winning hands down,' he stated. 'Carry on as you are doing and she'll win Jack and you'll miss out.'
'What do you mean?' she asked despondently. 'You said how well I was doing. You said I'm a serious threat to Christine.'
'Here's a little scenario for you,' he went on, ignoring her point. 'You're on a date with Jack. When you get a quiet moment together and start kissing and canoodling he slips his hand between your legs, his fingers touch you there,' he nodded towards her groin, 'but you go all coy and tell him to stop. Do you think he'll stick around when he knows he can get what he wants from Christine?'
'Well, I...' she was at a loss for what to say.
'That's what happened just now, Emily,' he pressed on cruelly. 'That's how you reacted and I was only trying to help you.' He shook his head dolefully. 'No, I think you'd better forget about Jack. Leave him to Christine. She knows what he wants. You're way out of your league.'
'But I thought the whole idea was that you'd help me,' she said.
'Ah, yes,' he sighed, 'but I've reconsidered. Now I think there's little point.'
'You seem so negative now,' she said miserably. 'You were all for it before.'
'Clearly I was wrong, Emily. Yes, I did think you were doing well, until I've noted your reactions whenever I touch you.'
'Arthur, you've had your hands between my legs, touching my sex,' she objected. 'And you've touched my breasts, too. That's a sexual thing, there's no denying it. How do you expect me to react?'
'Oh, you're just not willing to listen or learn, are you?' He rose and stood with his back to the unlit fireplace. 'I may have touched you like you said - although I would be extremely unhappy if you told anyone else about that,' he warned, 'but that is to help you. It is not a sexual thing, as I have told you enough times before.' The man tutted and shook his head. 'And now I think we'd better forget about me offering you help and advice. I'm not prepared to have you question my motives, young lady. I'm extremely disappointed that you could even think such a thing, let alone voice it.'
'So what do you want from me?' Emily asked, exasperated. 'Do you want me to take my panties off and allow you to masturbate me?'
Arthur watched her for a few seconds, his stare level and unblinking. 'Yes,' he said, 'if you still want me to help you, that's exactly what I want.'
'And do eighteen year old girls usually allow older men to do that to them?' she challenged.
'No, they usually allow youths to fumble and grope and make a complete mess of things,' he said scornfully. 'Look, I have a lot of work to do. I've already given up enough of my time for you but you don't seem to appreciate that fact, so I think we'll go back to the way things were.'
'The way things were?' Despite her confusion regarding Arthur's motives, Emily felt crestfallen that he was giving up on her.
'Yes, we'll do it your parents' way,' he told her. 'They don't want you going out in the evenings, so we'll abide by their wishes and you'll have to stay in at night and study instead.'
Emily didn't know what to say. Why was Arthur doing this? He wanted to masturbate her, she mused. That's what this was all about, and because she wouldn't allow him to touch her in that way she was to stay in and rot while her friends were out enjoying themselves. It was blackmail, wasn't it? Was it right to allow a man of his age to touch her? Her next-door neighbour, a good family friend; he'd be demanding sex with her next...
'I'm going home,' she said dejectedly, moving to the lounge door. 'I think I'll get down to some studying right now.'
'Good idea,' Arthur agreed. 'And remember that you're not to go out later.'
'So I'm grounded,' she concluded. 'Is that what you're saying?'
Arthur nodded. 'Emily, it's not me, not my doing.
