by Gilmour, SJB
This thought resurrected her smile and straightened her spine. I withdrew from her mind and just watched her. She did love it out here in the bush, just as I had. It was so peaceful outside and so warm inside, especially in me. It was also free. Far freer than what life had been like at home in the city.
She smiled whimsically. The freedom of being able to love and make love to Mitch in the kitchen, and indeed any other room in the house, would be limited once kids came along.
Feeling refreshed and cheered, Sally got up and began tidying up. Her mind went happily blank as she washed her knives and chopping boards. When she’d done that, she washed her hands with some Dove moisturising cream she kept near the sink. With the amount of cooking she did, she wasn’t about to let those beautiful hands get cracked and dry. I’d never gone for such things. But then, I’d been a much plainer Jane than Sally Taylor.
She didn’t see Mitch come in, and I’m not sure she even heard him. She just knew he was behind her. She allowed herself a little smile and kept her head down over the sink as if she’d not noticed him at all. She knew he’d be looking at her behind.
Images of porn flickered through Mitch’s mind. Tsk, Mitch! You haven’t done that much writing at all have you? Typical boy.
He walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her chest, well above her breasts, in a chaste, comforting manner. She smiled and leaned back into him. Then she pressed back into him more firmly with her buttocks. With their height difference, her tight little buns only reached the tops of his thighs, but it was enough to send all the right signals.
Mitch shuffled closer to her, spreading his legs wider apart so his groin moved down from the small of her back to the top of her ass cleft. He unwrapped his arms and cupped her pert breasts. He had to hunch down to nuzzle her neck.
Sally moaned, shutting her eyes tight. Oh God I need this, she thought. What was I thinking, thinking I wasn’t horny?
Just when had I stopped being offended by their taking the Lord’s name in vain? I didn’t wonder this for long though. The voyeur in me was getting another treat, whether I wanted it or not.
Mitch stepped back and pulled off his shirt and then his jeans and underwear in one go. He did it so quickly and with such a boyish grin that Sally couldn’t help but be amused. She gave a quiet shriek of laughter.
‘Slow down, mister! Let’s go to the bedroom!’ Sally turned around to face him, her back against the sink and cupboard doors underneath it.
Mitch had other ideas. He’d seen the bottle of moisturiser and thought my tiled floor would be easier to clean up than the sheets. He shook his head, letting his grin become more cheeky. He grabbed the bottom of her shirt and began pulling it upwards, not saying a word.
Sally was delighted at this spontaneity. Whatever he’s got in mind, I’m up for it! She quickly shed her pants, underwear and bra.
Mitch held her then, rougher this time and kissed her hard. The kiss wasn’t the only thing getting hard. By now I’d seen enough of his manhood to no longer be surprised. It wasn’t particularly large or long, but it was, well, just beautiful. It had a slight upwards curve to it and a gleaming dark pink head. There weren’t any yucky veins or lumps, it was just so yummy looking that every time Sally came anywhere near it, I envied her.
Mitch pressed himself against her, pushing her up against the sink. Then he swayed back just a little and turned her around by the shoulders until they were back in their original position, only naked. Then he reached for the pump pack of moisturiser. He wasn’t shy with it either. He pumped that thing until he had a good handful of it in each palm. Those palms went straight onto Sally’s breasts.
‘Wahow! That’s cold!’ Sally squealed, and a shiver ran through her. The effect on her nipples was amazing. They’d been hardening already, but now they like two unripe little grapes.
Mitch massaged her breasts with the cream, squeezing and caressing them. He loved the feel of that firm flesh just giving way a little under the pressure. The sight of them gleaming and oily as he looked down, thrilled him even more.
Sally stood on her tiptoes and arched her back to bring her butt as close as she could to his cock. It was throbbing now; she could feel his pulse against her skin. If he can do it, so can I, she thought impishly. She pumped a few squirts of the lotion onto her right hand and then wriggled free to turn around and face him.
Sally brought her hand down, lotion and all, to cup his balls and the base of his cock in one grab, while with her her free, less greasy left hand, she reached up and ran her fingers though Mitch’s brown hair. She wasn’t being gentle with him, but the lotion made everything so much more slippery that it sent tingles of excitement through them both. She wanked him slowly, but firmly — running the flat of her palm up from his balls to nearly the top of his cock, pressing it against his tummy. Then she’d bring her hand down again, letting her fingers go right down and under until the tips of her pointer and index fingers reached his asshole and just pressed in a little.
While Sally manhandled Mitch, Mitch did the same thing to her. His hands, now very well lubricated and soft, squeezed her buns from the outside in, reaching and pressing deep within her ass cleavage. Then he brought one hand around between them and reached down and between her legs. With the fingers of that hand rubbing her clitoris, and those of his hand behind her, gently reaching past her anus to finger her pussy from behind, Mitch was making her hotter and wetter by the second.
Mitch seemed to have better control than Sally. After perhaps only a minute of his fingering, she could hardly concentrate enough to grope him. When her hand was barely moving, Mitch pulled away and lay down there on my hard tile floor.
He was grateful for the cold and its lack of cushioning for it was enough to distract him just enough from coming the moment Sally climbed on top of him. She lay down on him first, covering his body with hers, sliding up and down a few times. As much as he relished the tease, her excitement grew at doing the teasing.
It didn’t take long for Mitch to have had enough. He pressed his hand down firmly just above her coccyx and pushed her downward, tightening his own buttocks as hard as he could. With the lotion now spread between them, she slid down him quickly and easily, and he slid into her just as easily. She went to spread her legs to either side of his but he moved both hands down to the sides of her thighs and squeezed them together. Then Mitch kept one leg on the floor, while the other crooked over her calves, pressing down to keep her legs close together.
All that cycling sure paid off, I guess, I thought as I watched in awe. That boy was fit.
The slippery grinding between them was sending Sally wild. Granted in that position, his member wasn’t inside her as deeply as if it would have been had her legs been spread and his clenched, but the hot pressure against her labia and clitoris against his groin was sending surges of pleasure though her the likes of which she rarely achieved any other way.
Mitch was working harder now. His toned buttocks were clenched tight, and his arms were straining keeping Sally pressed down onto him. Sweat beaded on his brow and shoulders and his chest positively gleamed.
Sally could feel her orgasm coming on hard now. She undulated on him, harder and faster. When she brought her head down, she bit into his chest as the first waves of her climax began to surge through her.
Mitch let his ankle unhook from around her calves and Sally responded by instantly wrenching her legs apart to let him thrust inside her as deeply as he could go. Still riding the wave of sheer orgasmic pleasure, Sally leaned back, her head facing my ceiling. Her back arched and twisted sideways a little, she reached back with one hand and grabbed his thigh for balance, while the other clawed at his chest as if she was trying to rip through those great muscles to his heart.
Then it was Mitch’s turn. He came, sending what he felt must have been several orgasms’ worth of his seed in one go into her loins. Finally, he relaxed and collapsed back on the floor.
Sally lay down on top of him, also spen
t. They both panted so hard I could see the vapour in their breath. My windows were fogged up from their combined heat. For a while, all I could hear was the delicate bubbling of the soup simmering away and their breathing. When they managed to stop panting, their heartbeats were still pounding in a wonderful post-coital tattoo.
Wow. I’d seen them kinky. I’d seen them loving, and I’d seen them desperate, but I’d not seen them so… So horny before. Oh the things my dear Ashleigh and I could have done with each other had we not been such prudish fuddy-duddies.
Before long, the cold got to them and they rose and quickly mopped up with their own clothes. Mitch got the job of putting them in the wash, while Sally went upstairs to shower. Mitch followed, re-entering me just long enough to grab a quick drink of water.
They didn’t come down until about ten minutes before they were supposed to be at the Forbes’ house.
‘Should we take wine?’ Mitch looked in my fridge at a couple of bottles of local Chablis.
‘Kelly said they’re off the booze for a bit.’
Mitch nodded regretfully. ‘Alright. If hard-core boozers like they can do it, so can we.’
Sally paused and looked at him. Her thoughts were exactly the same as her words.
‘Do we drink too much?’
Mitch looked down at his belly. I couldn’t see that he’d put on any weight, but evidently he thought he might have.
‘It has got a lot of calories in it. Wanna give it a rest for a while?’ Damn. Why’d I say that? Now she’s gonna say yes and that means no more beer.
Sally nodded. We could try for a baby now instead of later. Better do it younger anyway, right? Now the IUD’s out, we could try…
‘I’d like to give it a shot for a while. Just to see. If we miss it, then it means we definitely should stay dry till we don’t miss it. That’s how you know if you’ve got a problem, right?’
Shit. Smile, Mitch. Don’t let her see you’re disappointed. Gotta support her. She’s worth it.
‘Sure thing.’ He gave her a squeeze. ‘C’mon. There’s a box of chocolates in the cupboard. We’ll take that instead.’
Sally, my girl, I thought. You don’t know how lucky you are.
Sally made quick work of the parsley she’d reserved for the soup and stirred it in then turned off the heat. It’ll be cool enough to decant by the time we get back. Smells good. Should have some for dinner tomorrow. Better make some pesto for that…
Then they left for the evening. I expected them not to return for some hours. I couldn’t have been more wrong. They were gone less than an hour and when they returned, Sally was furious.
‘What did she expect us to do? Just leave the fucking thing in the shed? il puttana! It’s not like we told the cops to do anything, is it? I mean, we didn’t tell them to investigate them!’
Her hands were clenched and her usually sunny smile was nowhere to be seen. Uh oh. She’d made good on her idea to ask the Forbes’ about what happened to Ashleigh and me. She stormed into me and began yanking my cupboard doors open to retrieve a sleeve of plastic take-away containers and a matching sleeve of lids. Even in the midst of a temper storm, Sally was so organised I couldn’t help but love her even more. And to think I didn’t like her when she first moved in. Silly me.
Mitch set down some cooling racks on my bench-top and then lifted that great big pot of soup from the stove and carried it over. He was straining. The pot was still very hot, and he was doing his best not to let it come up against his chest. It touched once. Fuck! That bruise is gonna be there for a week, he thought, thinking of the love-bite Sally had given him. Good thing it’s cold weather. No way I’m taking my shirt off to go for a ride tomorrow.
‘Salls,’ he said as calmly as he could. ‘Remember what she said when we first sat down? They’d squabbled about it, but they were giving sobriety a go. They’re lushes. Going cold-turkey is bound to make them touchy.’
Oh, I had to know what happened! Touching Sally’s mind while she was worked-up was always difficult. Mitch was calmer, and tended to be more objective than Sally. He saw Trish stiffen when Sally mentioned the step.
‘Is that why the cops came around here again?’ Trish had demanded. ‘You sent them? What do think? We killed them?’
‘They came to talk to me too, you know,’ Kelly interrupted. ‘Do I look like a murderer? Do any of us? Mum, I can’t believe you!’
Sally nearly choked on her food. Her face went automatically to that sweet, cheerful mask she always wore. It could be very disarming to most, but Trish didn’t seem to think so. Before she could carry on, Mitch had interrupted.
‘We didn’t send the police anywhere, Trish. We just found a step in the shed with blood all over it, so we called them.’ He smiled that goofy grin of his at her. It didn’t seem to do much more than irritate David Forbes, who was obviously having just as much a hard time of being sober as his wife. ‘I think what really scared them into action was the break-in.’
‘Break-in?’ All three Forbes’ echoed at once. Kelly went from painfully embarrassed to fascinated. David looked alarmed and worried. Trish? Well Trish looked downright guilty. Not the I-just-got-caught-doing-something guilty, but the I-think-I-might-know-who-did-it guilty.
‘Nothing taken, but a chair was knocked over,’ Sally said, maintaining her cheerful demeanour. The Forbes’ didn’t catch that little twitch in her eyes that said she’d noticed Trish’s expression, but Mitch sure did.
‘Thank fuck for that!’ he exclaimed, letting his deliberate use of profanity seem an accidental slip-up. He chuckled with an embarrassed grin that brought the tension level down a notch or three. ‘My superman underwear is right where it should be so all’s right with the world.’
This brought a chuckle and a blush from Kelly while David and Trish both took the chance to force smiles over their tense expressions. Then, as much as the conversation became more relaxed and polite, and eventually meandered on to other topics as such conversations do, Trish and David did their best to relax. But, it was too late. Once desert was over, Sally explained she was in the middle of some paper or other for her studies and would have to get an early night.
I pulled back from Mitch’s mind just as Sally whirled on him.
‘You saw her face.’ She jabbed him in the chest. ‘She knows something. Why the hell would she be so pissed off that the cops came around?’
Mitch nodded. He was searching for the right words to say to calm his steamed wife. That was when I had my brilliant idea. Before Mitch even knew he’d said it, the words I prompted came out of his mouth.
‘Look, why don’t we call her tomorrow? Get her to come round when she’s feeling better and away from her husband. You saw how tense they are together. I bet if she’s taken a swipe at us, she’s taken bigger swings at him and he at her.’
Sally nodded and began decanting the soup. Just the simple act of preparing so many meals in advance filled her with a warm satisfaction I knew so well. Her mother had done it, as had her grandmother, her Nonna, no doubt and generations of Italian mothers and grandmothers before them. They may have not had the same active roles in the money-making side of the family, but they ruled the kitchen and they provided food for hungry mouths.
‘Alright,’ she acquiesced. ‘You call her. She reacts better to you than me.’ Sally had seen that reaction many times in the past. She’d been a very pretty girl, and become a stunning young woman. Many women saw her as a threat, even if they were as good looking as she. Mitch, on the other hand, just had to flash those big brown eyes, oh those big brown eyes, at them and they melted.
Mitch knew it too. ‘Deal,’ he replied and then began scribbling the date and contents of on the lids with a fine-point felt-tip pen.
That’s my boy, Mitch! Get Trash to come around. Get her nice and comfy here in me so I can find out if she killed me. At least, that was the plan.
Chapter Seven
Trash, or I should say Trish, came by the following morning looking much more relaxe
d. Her eyes brightened and her smile was genuine when she walked into the hall and inhaled the heady aroma of Sally’s freshly baked ginger and date oatmeal biscuits.
‘That smells amazing!’ She gave Mitch a grateful smile as he waved her into me.
Sally allowed a little pride to show through her charming mask of diplomacy. I can out-cook you any day of the week, girlie. Watch this. She opened my oven and pulled out the baking trays.
I marvelled at her idea. I’d never have thought of using an upside-down muffin tray to glob cookie dough onto to create cookie-cups for cheesecake. Evidently, neither had Trish. Her eyes widened as she watched Sally use a flat tray to press down on the tops of the still-soft cookie cups to flatten them. When they were turned out, those flat tops would become flat bottoms so the delicious little cakes wouldn’t fall over.
