by Ray Gordon
‘What about the lesbian porn pics? When are we doing that?’
‘I’d forgotten about that, too. I’ll see the photographer, OK?’
‘It’s about time we had a good licking session, Sheena. We haven’t had sex for ages.’
‘I know, and I’m sorry. As I said, I’ve been so busy and . . .’ Her words tailed off as her phone rang. Sheena left the table and walked over to a quiet corner. ‘Hello,’ she said, pressing her phone to her ear.
‘Sheena, it’s Rod.’
‘Oh, er . . . Hi, how are you?’
‘Sorry I’ve not called before. Yes, I’m fine. I’m missing you, though. Are you free this evening?’
‘No, sorry.’
‘Oh. That’s a shame. I have a few hours without Deborah and I thought that we could . . . Never mind.’
‘I could see you later this evening.’
‘What time?’
‘Well – about ten o’clock?’
‘OK, where?’
‘At my place, if that’s all right?’
‘I’ll be there at ten, Sheena. We need to talk.’
‘OK, I’ll see you later, Rod.’
Slipping her phone into her handbag, Sheena felt a wave of confusion crash over her. Why was Rod keeping her hanging on? she wondered as she went back to the table. There was no way he was going to dump Deborah, so the only reason he wanted to keep Sheena around was for sex. She had to decide whether to go solely for Raymond, or use her young body to earn money from Charles and Rod. If she wasn’t careful, she’d lose all three brothers, she reflected anxiously.
‘Are you OK?’ Nat asked her. ‘You look worried.’
‘No, no, I’m fine. That was Rod, he’s looking forward to this evening.’
‘It must be nice to have a man with money,’ Nat sighed. ‘Still, we’ll both be in the money when our business gets going. By the way, I must tell you about . . .’
As Nat rambled on, Sheena again mulled over her predicament. She could never be faithful to one man but, if she was to choose Raymond, he must never discover the truth about her wanton whoredom with his brothers. If she went to the family home with Raymond, his brothers would tell him that she was a common slut who opened her legs to any man. There’d be a huge row.
‘You’re not listening to me,’ Nat complained, rising to her feet and tapping Sheena’s arm.
‘Sorry, I was miles away.’
‘Come on, we’re going round the corner where we can’t be seen.’
‘Why?’ Sheena asked her, grabbing her drink and leaving the table.
‘Sit next to me here,’ the girl replied, having found a new table out of sight of the bar. ‘No one can see us here.’
‘Why do we have to move, Nat?’
‘Because I can see that you’re stressed out and you need relaxing.’
Sheena grinned as her friend slipped her hand between Sheena’s naked thighs and massaged the swell of her tight knickers. She was incredibly stressed, she realised as Nat’s fingers pulled the moist crotch of her knickers aside and caressed the smooth lips of her hairless pussy. What with three brothers on the go, her life had become overly complicated and she did need to relax. Reaching between Nat’s thighs, she discovered that the girl wasn’t wearing her knickers, and she began to stroke the smooth lips of her vulva. Slipping her finger into her friend’s hot vaginal duct, she started to massage her inner flesh and commented on how wet she was.
‘You always make me wet,’ Nat whispered. ‘The trouble is, I hardly ever see you these days. You’re always off out with your new man. It’s about time we had a good pussy-licking session.’
‘I know,’ Sheena agreeed. ‘We’ll have a night together, maybe tomorrow.’
‘Yes, definitely. So, how big was his cock?’
‘Which one?’
‘I thought you were with your new man last night?’
‘I was, but I’ve had three cocks in total. I had two last night, and one this morning.’
‘Fuck me, Sheena.’
‘I’d love you to fuck me with your tongue,’ Sheena said, giggling. ‘Now, stop talking and bring me off.’
Her young body trembling as her lesbian lover massaged the solid nub of her sensitive clitoris, Sheena reciprocated by caressing the other girl’s swollen pleasure spot. Sheena had missed having sex with Nat, and she vowed to spend a night with her friend. They knew how to pleasure each other, she reflected, recalling their nights of lesbian passion. Many an evening they’d gone back to Sheena’s bedsit after the pub had closed and they’d fingered and licked and sucked between each other’s legs until they’d fallen asleep with exhaustion. Those had been good times, she thought as her clitoris pulsated beneath Nat’s massaging fingertips.
‘I’m coming,’ Sheena whispered, her long blonde hair veiling her flushed face as she hung her head. ‘God, I’m coming.’
‘And me,’ Nat added, her teenage body trembling. ‘Yes, yes, I’m there.’
The girls writhed and stifled their gasps of lesbian pleasure as their orgasms rocked their young bodies. Their fingers massaging between each other’s hairless outer lips, they faced each other and locked their pretty mouths in a passionate kiss as they breathed heavily through their noses. Sheena had missed lesbian sex more than she’d realised as her clitoris pulsated and her hot juices of lesbian lust spilled from her contracting vaginal sheath.
‘I want to lick your cunt,’ Nat declared shakily.
‘You can’t do that here,’ Sheena sighed as her pleasure began to fade.
‘Come into the loo with me.’
‘Nat, we can’t . . .’
‘I need your cunt, Sheena. Please . . .’
‘All right,’ Sheena conceded, leaving the table.
She followed her friend into the toilets, where she leaned against a cubicle wall and pulled her knickers down to her knees. Closing her eyes as her friend knelt before her and ran her tongue up and down her dripping sex crack, she let out a sigh. Nat was the best pussy-licker she’d ever known, she reflected as the girl’s tongue delved deep into her cream-drenched vaginal duct. Peeling her swollen sex lips wide apart to give Nat better access to her inner flesh, she threw her head back and whimpered as she neared another orgasm.
‘I love your cunt,’ Nat said, repeatedly sweeping her tongue over Sheena’s hard clitoris. ‘I want you, I want to spend the night with you.’
‘We will,’ Sheena replied shakily.
‘When?’
‘Tomorrow, Nat. Just shut up and bring me off.’
Her pleasure building, she felt her legs sag beneath her as Nat thrust three fingers deep into her vaginal hole. Her clitoris pulsated wildly, and she cried out as her orgasm erupted and rocked her young body to the core. Clutching tufts of the girl’s long black hair, she tried to stifle her gasps of lesbian pleasure as her orgasm peaked. The slurping and sucking sounds of lesbian sex resounding around the small room, she hung her head and begged the girl to stop before she reached yet another mind-blowing climax.
‘Don’t you want to come again?’ Nat asked her, slipping her wet fingers out of her friend’s hot vagina. ‘Let me make you come one more time.’
‘No,’ Sheena gasped. ‘For fuck’s sake, Nat. No more.’
‘I could taste spunk,’ the girl said, giggling as she stood up. ‘You are a naughty little girl.’
‘That was the man I fucked this morning. He was really old, but he was good.’
‘Lick me now, Sheena. I need to . . .’
‘I can’t, I have to go soon.’
‘Bitch.’
‘Don’t be like that, Nat. We’ll spend the night together at my place tomorrow, OK?’
‘You’d better not back out.’
‘I won’t, I promise.’
When they returned to the table, Sheena sat next to her friend and sipped her drink. Her knickers drenched, her hands still trembling, she wondered whether Raymond would drive her to the woods and fuck her. Maybe he planned to take her out for a meal, sh
e mused as she finished her drink. She brushed her tousled blonde hair away from her flushed face with her fingers, then grabbed her handbag and left her chair.
‘I’ll see you tomorrow,’ she said, smiling at Nat.
‘At your place?’
‘Yes, come round at six. Bring some booze with you.’
‘You’d better be there, Sheena.’
‘Of course I’ll be there. I want your cunt as much as you want mine.’
‘OK, well . . . Have a good evening.’
‘See you tomorrow.’
Leaving the pub and heading for the Castle Club, Sheena checked her watch. She was a little early, but she needed some time alone to think. Three brothers, she thought as she reached the club and smiled at the doorman. Walking to the bar and ordering a vodka and tonic, she was pleased to find that none of the brothers were there. The last thing she needed was Rod or Charles walking in, she thought as she sat at a table.
Sipping her drink as she gazed at the people chatting by the bar, she knew that trouble was inevitable. Raymond would find out about Charles and Rod would discover that she’d been screwing his brothers . . . Raymond was the best bet out of the brothers. If her relationship with Raymond became serious and he took her home to meet his family, Rod and Charles would probably tell him that they’d screwed her. But she’d deny it and suggest that they were jealous. She might get away with lying, she thought hopefully.
Noticing Raymond walk into the club, she felt her stomach somersault. He headed for the bar and ordered a drink before turning and noticing her. He looked good in tight trousers and a white shirt and tie, she thought, recalling the time she’d spent with him in the hotel. He smiled at her, and she again hoped that his brothers wouldn’t turn up as she nodded in reply to his offer of a drink. Her clitoris swelling as he walked over to her table, she hoped that they’d have sex later that evening. At least he didn’t have a wife to worry about.
‘Hi,’ he said, placing the drinks on the table and sitting opposite her. ‘I didn’t think you’d turn up.’
‘Why?’ she asked, frowning at him. ‘After last night, of course I’d come back for more.’
‘You are a naughty girl, Sheena. You were amazing last night. I haven’t stopped thinking about it.’
‘Neither have I.’
‘I haven’t stopped thinking about you all day. I – I know that we’ve only just met but . . .’
‘But what?’
‘Will you marry me?’
‘Marry you?’ she gasped, almost spilling her drink.
‘OK, forget that I said that. I’m sorry, it’s just that . . .’
‘Yes, I will,’ she cut in, her pretty face beaming.
‘You will? I can’t believe this. You mean . . .’
‘I mean that I will marry you, Raymond.’
‘God, I’m stunned. I don’t know what to say.’
‘Neither do I.’ Sheena grinned at him.
This was amazing, she thought, her stomach fluttering as she gazed into his dark eyes. She wished Raymond had been the first brother she’d met. She could hardly wait to move out of her bedsit. Her stomach churned as she realised that she’d have to meet Raymond’s family. She thought it would be best to get the marriage ceremony over with as soon as possible. The more distant the date, the more time Charles and Rod would have to change Raymond’s mind.
‘When?’ she asked excitedly. ‘Let’s get married tomorrow.’
‘Tomorrow?’ he echoed. ‘It will take time to arrange things. Besides, you haven’t met my family yet. My brother, Rod, is getting married soon. We’ll have to wait until after his wedding before . . .’
‘Why wait?’ she cut in.
‘Well, because – because these things take time. We’ll have a church wedding and the reception will be at the family house. We’ll have a marquee in the garden and caterers and . . .’
‘So, when do I meet your family?’
‘Now, if you want to.’
‘Now?’ she asked, her stomach churning.
‘I thought you were the one who was in a hurry?’
‘Yes, yes, of course. Will your brothers be there?’
‘Yes, they will. There’s Charles and his wife, and Rod will be there with Deborah, his future wife, and my father will be there . . . We’ll walk in and I’ll introduce you as my future wife. That will surprise them.’
‘You’re right there,’ she breathed anxiously. ‘Your brothers will be shocked.’
‘They’ll be pleased for me. Finish your drink, and we’ll go.’
Her hands trembling, she knocked back her drink and waited for Raymond to finish his beer. Following him out of the club, she thought about Charles and Rod. Charles couldn’t say too much because he was married, and Rod’s wedding wasn’t far off, so he could hardly start blabbing about screwing Sheena. When they reached Raymond’s car, she sat beside him and bit her lip as he drove off. Her quest had been to get her foot in the door of the family home but, now that the time had come, she was as nervous as hell.
‘This is it,’ Raymond said as he turned into a long driveway and parked the car outside a huge house. ‘The family home.’
‘Oh, right,’ Sheena said, noticing Rod’s car. ‘I’m very nervous.’
‘You’ll be fine,’ he said with a chuckle. ‘Just be yourself.’
‘That’s what worries me,’ she murmured under her breath as she climbed out of the car.
Raymond opened the front door and led Sheena into a huge hallway. She glanced at the expensive furniture, but couldn’t really take anything in. Her heart banging hard against her chest, she took deep breaths and tried to relax as she heard voices coming from one of the rooms. Charles would have a fit when he saw her, she thought anxiously as she followed Raymond to a large open door. And Rod would probably . . .
‘Hi, everyone,’ Raymond said, leading Sheena into the huge lounge. ‘This is Sheena.’
Charles stared at Sheena with his mouth hanging open and Rod’s face turned a deathly white. A blanket of silence smothered the room. Sheena smiled at Deborah and then turned to the other woman who she reckoned was Charles’s wife. You could cut the atmosphere with a knife, she thought, gazing at an older man she presumed to be the Boss. What was wrong with everyone?
‘Well,’ the Boss said, walking towards Sheena with his hand outstretched. ‘I’m George, the father of these boys.’
‘I’m pleased to meet you,’ Sheena said, shaking his hand.
‘David, my fourth son, is out at the moment. However, this is Charles and his wife, Helen. Rod and his future wife, Deborah, and . . .’ He chuckled. ‘You obviously know Raymond. So, Sheena, welcome to our home.’
‘Thank you,’ Sheena said softly as Charles glared at her.
‘Sheena and I plan to marry,’ Raymond blurted out.
‘What?’ Charles gasped.
‘You’re marrying her?’ Rod said, staring hard at Raymond.
‘That’s right.’
‘Congratulations,’ Deborah said, looking Sheena up and down.
‘A word please, Raymond,’ Charles muttered, walking to the door.
‘Allow me to get you a drink,’ Rod said, taking Sheena’s arm and leading her through a door into a large dining room.
Sheena said nothing as Rod marched her across the room to a drinks cabinet and poured himself a large whisky. Pouring Sheena a vodka and tonic in turn, he looked over his shoulder to make sure they were alone. This was lecture number one coming up, Sheena thought, taking the drink and knocking it back as Rod downed his drink in one. Refilling both glasses, he shook his head in disbelief and stared hard at Sheena.
‘Right,’ he finally said. ‘What the hell are you playing at?’
‘I’m not playing at anything,’ she replied.
‘Sheena . . . For Christ’s sake, you can’t marry Raymond.’
‘Why not?’
‘Because – because I won’t allow it. I’ll have a word with him later and tell him . . .’
‘I might have a word with Deborah later,’ she countered.
‘What? Look, if you think you can come here and cause trouble . . .’
‘The last thing I want to do is cause trouble, Rod. Me and Raymond are getting married.’
‘Me and Raymond,’ he echoed with a snigger. ‘You won’t last five minutes with my family, I can tell you that for nothing.’
‘You and Deborah won’t last five minutes if you force me to tell her that you’ve been fucking me.’
‘Don’t keep Sheena all to yourself,’ Rod’s father said, chuckling as he walked across the room. ‘How long have you known Raymond?’ he asked Sheena. ‘He’s obviously been keeping you under wraps.’
‘Not long,’ she replied.
‘How long, exactly?’ Rod asked.
‘Don’t interrogate the girl, Rod. She must be feeling nervous enough as it is.’
‘You look very young,’ Rod persisted, frowning at Sheena. ‘Aren’t you too young to be thinking of marriage?’
‘Have you no manners?’ Rod’s father asked. ‘You don’t ask a young lady her age. I apologise for my son’s behaviour, Sheena.’
‘That’s all right. I’m eighteen.’
‘Eighteen and very lovely, if you don’t mind my saying so.’
‘Where do you live?’ Rod asked her. ‘Are you local?’
‘Not far,’ Sheena replied.
‘With your parents, presumably?’
‘No, I – I have a flat.’
‘Oh, that’s nice. Surely you must still be at university? What are you studying?’
‘For goodness sake, Rod,’ George sighed. ‘What is this, twenty questions?’
‘If Sheena is to marry into the family, we need to know something about her.’
‘I’ll show you the garden.’ Their heads turned to Raymond standing in the doorway and indicating for Sheena to follow him.
So far so good, Sheena thought, following Raymond through the hall to the back door. Wondering what Charles had said to him, she stepped out on to a huge patio and gazed at a massive swimming pool. This was a dream home, she mused, imagining living there. But she knew that she had a long way to go before she married Raymond and moved into the family home. She also knew that Charles and Rod would do their best to warn Raymond off. One step at a time, she decided, sitting on a patio chair.
