Straight After the Bend

by S M Mala

  There was a smile on the corner of his lips. She was getting wet and he was using small circular motions. The pulling of her inner thighs were heightened by being sat with her legs either side of him.

  His mouth travelled down and sucked on her nipples, holding one of her breasts firmly in his hand.

  Her fanny was beginning to tighten and her body was starting to float with the orgasm.

  Looking into his eyes, she came, shuddering and groaning, feeling her body explode to his touch.

  He smiled, then grabbed his cock and shoved it inside her.

  She gasped loudly, biting onto his shoulder; the double orgasm shocked her when both his hands were placed either side of her hips and she moved slowly, feeling him go in deep.

  ‘This feels good,’ she groaned, watching him open his mouth, sighing with ecstasy.

  ‘And it will only get better between us, believe me. You rocking on the end of my cock for the rest of my life is all I want.’

  The comment grasped her chest like someone had squeezed the air from it.

  She was overcome with love and excitement from being in his arms and hearing the sweet words of sexy love.

  ‘All you have to do is convince my father,’ she groaned, throwing back her head. ‘He is worse than a hormonal woman with severe period pain on a bad day. Daddy’s like that all the time. Even my mum used to say he had more female hormones than her.’

  Mylo laughed into her skin.

  ‘He’s obstructive.’

  Bea was holding Mylo’s hand as they walked to the restaurant. ‘And who knows what he’s going to say. I love my daddy but sometimes I dream of battering him with a stale loaf of bread to see what he will do.’ She laughed as did Mylo. ‘The only thing I ask is not to mention Cole because my father isn’t that progressive.’

  ‘I see.’ He looked uneasy at the comment. ‘Will he disapprove?’

  ‘He thinks Erio is confused and if he goes to India to bathe in the Ganges, he will see the error of his ways while purifying his soul. I think Erio will only get diarrhoea if he does.’ Bea noticed Mylo smile. ‘One step at a time, okay?’

  ‘I ask his permission for you to move in?’

  ‘If you play it out then he will think he has control. If he says no, then we have to have a good argument in our favour. Daddy knows best, so he likes to think.’ She let out a little sigh and felt nervous about the meeting. ‘And he might say things that could baffle you but nod in agreement. Please ignore any of his outrageous and backward comments. I think he’s partially senile with a cross of dementia.’

  ‘Okay,’ he said apprehensively.

  She dreaded the idea of her father sharing his thoughts on homos, as he would like to put it, when he was being agreeable.

  ‘And one more thing. You’re lovely and I’m happy. If he can’t see that then he really is a stubborn arse and I will stick him in a home when he gets older with his sisters if he winds me up.’

  Dragging a confused Mylo into the restaurant she stopped in her tracks on seeing her father.

  He was wearing a suit and shirt, without a tie.

  It was a good few years since he’d done that.

  Which showed he meant business.

  Bea shook her head, knowing Mylo was going to get it.

  ‘Hello,’ Bernie said, getting to his feet and smiling.

  This threw Bea.

  ‘Hello daddy,’ she said, frowning at him and seeing he was up to mischief. ‘You look smart. This is Mylo. Mylo this is Bernie.’

  ‘Nice to meet you. I have to make an effort when meeting yet another one of my only child’s suitors,’ he replied with a bright smile. ‘And what a handsome one you’ve caught this time, Bethi.’

  ‘What do you mean ‘this time’?’ she hissed, under her breath, ignoring what he had called her.

  ‘You know what I mean.’ Her dad then pinched her cheek. ‘Such a sensitive child. I expect you’ve found that already considering how long you’ve been together.’

  ‘I’m sorry we never met earlier,’ Mylo said, putting out his hand to shake Bernie’s. ‘I did want to meet but Bea needed to know that I was the one. She didn’t want to waste your time.’

  ‘I’ll be the judge of that,’ he said, all too politely before gesturing Mylo to sit.

  ‘Have I met you before?’ Mylo asked, looking quizzically at her father. ‘You seem familiar.’

  ‘He gets about,’ mumbled Bea, hoping Mylo hadn’t.

  That would be mortifying.

  Bernie had decided to seat himself opposite Mylo and Bea was put so she could look at the pair’s profiles.

  ‘I’ve ordered some lassi and a bottle of red wine. I hear that’s your tipple,’ smiled Bernie, glancing at Bea. ‘Unless you would prefer lassi, Mylo? It’s a sweet drink that-.’

  ‘I know what lassi is,’ he replied politely. ‘My mother goes to India annually and is enamoured by the culture, and people. Believe me, she has made me try all sorts of wonderful culinary things.’ Mylo grinned and glanced at Bea. ‘But I am happy to share wine.’

  ‘Interesting.’ Bernie was staring at Mylo and Bea wondered what he was up to. ‘Would you allow me to order the food so you can experience an array of delights?’

  ‘What?’ Bea looked at her father quizzically. ‘What are you up to?’

  ‘I am being helpful and kind while I find out more about this suitor.’

  ‘Like I have had hundreds.’

  ‘Two engagements my child is a lot in a lifetime.’

  ‘Not if you’re one hundred years old.’

  ‘Do you know about Bea’s past beaus?’ Her father smiled sweetly. ‘She hasn’t got the best judge of character when it comes to things like this.’

  ‘Daddy!’

  ‘And I have to make sure she doesn’t make yet another mistake.’

  ‘I won’t.’

  ‘I can assure you I’m not a mistake,’ said Mylo, trying to stop himself from smiling. ‘I love your daughter.’

  ‘Let’s have lunch and see if you really do.’

  The men chatted about football and cricket, then went on to discuss politics.

  Even this surprised Bea that her father wasn’t spouting his weird and less wonderful views.

  But she sipped her wine, ate her food and watched them have a lively and interesting conversation.

  It was a first.

  Her father was never interested in any of the boys or men he had met.

  Mylo was completely entrancing her father and she noticed the look of appreciation on her daddy’s face.

  Bea should have been delighted but wanted to know what trickery the old man was up to so she listened and observed. Mylo was well travelled and well read. Bea knew he had seen the world and found herself surprised at the places he had been to.

  And her father sat in open admiration of the man, speaking to him as if he was a long lost friend.

  It was one of Mylo’s many charms.

  ‘That’s why her mother and I have always had to keep an eye on Beatrice. She is easily led,’ were the words Bernie uttered, startling her. ‘And has made many mistakes in the process.’

  ‘No I haven’t.’ Bea sat up straight. ‘Just the engagements.’

  ‘I know,’ he said solemnly. ‘Bob the builder and Simon the social worker.’ Bernie grinned mischievously. ‘No-one seems able to keep my Bea, though she says they split with her, I know she instigated it.’

  About to open her mouth and dispute, Mylo smiled.

  ‘I think Bea didn’t want to hurt them so let them end the relationships. They went on to find other partners that made them happy and Bea was left waiting for Mr Right. I turn up and everything is good.’ He laughed when he said it and turned to look at her. ‘Because she is wonderful and makes me happy.’

  ‘Not been together long?’ her father asked, as she glared at him. ‘Or you have been together for a while, what is it? Six months and now I’m meeting you. Don’t you think that’s rather odd?’

  ‘Like I sa
id. She didn’t want to waste your time with someone unsuitable until she was sure. Are you sure?’

  ‘I am very sure,’ she said, grinning at Mylo before turning to her father. ‘I know you forbade me from seeing him again but I am thirty five years old and I know my own mind.’

  ‘Beatrice Mayon, you are still but a child in many ways,’ Bernie replied, looking sadly at her. ‘You need to take your time on decisions and not be hasty.’ Then he smiled at Mylo. ‘No disrespect to you, Mylo.’

  ‘None taken.’

  ‘She still speaks to her mother for advice. That’s something I have accepted as part of her healing process.’

  Bea sat at the table, her hands on her lap and frowned.

  ‘Are you implying I have mental issues?’ she whispered to her father, trying not to get agitated. ‘Because I don’t. I talk to her because she is here. Right here.’ Bea pointed to her heart. ‘And I feel it. I’m not the one who has gone a bit loopy.’

  Her father rolled his eyes in response.

  ‘I think what your dad was trying to say is that he is still concerned for you, like any parent would be. Grief takes over in many ways and we handle it all individually.’ Mylo took her hand and held it gently in his. ‘I think it’s lovely and it makes you unique.’

  ‘And the leg?’ Bernie added moving closer. ‘That came into play when she found out about her mother’s illness.’

  ‘Are you now saying there was no pain and it was all in my head?’ Bea turned sharply to her father. ‘You really are painting a good picture of me, aren’t you?’

  ‘Bea, sometimes our emotional state festers into a physical ailment,’ Mylo gently said. ‘I see it many times and it’s perfectly normal.’

  ‘I was in pain.’

  ‘You still are, aren’t you? And it’s not in your leg, is it?’ He stroked her face. ‘But you’re getting better and that’s down to me.’ Mylo looked at her father, who seemed mesmerised by what was going on. ‘Bernie, I need you to know that your daughter has made me very happy since we met. I have no doubts about how I feel or how she feels. I know you don’t want her to get involved with the wrong man. I am the right man.’

  ‘I can see you are certainly different from the other two,’ her father replied, sipping his tea and glancing at Bea. ‘You see, what bothers me is that you are what? Thirty-seven now and have never married. Why not?’

  ‘Daddy,’ Bea said, her shoulders slumping in confusion.

  ‘I mean, he’s very good looking and any woman would fall at his feet. Plus charming and successful. Something doesn’t add up.’

  ‘People say the same thing about me,’ she replied indignantly, watching her father flick Mylo a glance full of appreciation.

  ‘No they don’t,’ he chuckled. ‘They just say you like engagement rings, that’s all.’

  ‘That’s not very nice! I donated them to the hospice.’

  ‘Look, let Mylo answer my question. Surely you have had serious relationships that have led to something more?’

  Holding her breath, she waited for Mylo to respond.

  ‘Bernie, I have fallen in love a few times and some relationships were serious. We are allowed to make mistakes and move on. This is what I’ve done. And now I have fallen in love and it’s very serious. I want your blessing as I know it means a lot to Bea and myself.’ Then he took a deep breath. ‘And I promise not to get engaged to her.’

  It was like a shock plummet in her gut.

  Mylo didn’t want to marry her anymore and that took her by surprise.

  ‘I see,’ she said, trying not to look upset. ‘If that’s what you want.’

  ‘I think he’s being rather sensible,’ her father piped up, looking relieved. ‘No engagement. That’s perfectly fine with me.’

  Swallowing hard, she looked at Mylo, who seemed oblivious to having hurt her feelings. He was supporting a wide grin.

  ‘So you approve of your daughter and me?’ Mylo asked, leaning closer. ‘That’s all I want to know.’

  ‘I approve,’ Bernie replied. ‘You seem like a good man and I can tell she is very happy, though looking at her right now you wouldn’t know it.’

  ‘I’m fine,’ she shrugged, looking away. ‘Listen, we should get the bill.’

  ‘Because you need to know something,’ Mylo continued and Bea knew the moving in bit would sound more appealing to her father. ‘I want to be with her and she is going to live with me.’

  ‘I see.’ Bernie pursed his lips. ‘I am not so sure about that. I don’t really believe about people living together outside the marriage threshold.’

  ‘Well, that does it then!’

  ‘Does what?’

  ‘I’ll marry Bea at the same time. No engagement required like I promised.’

  ‘Treachery!’

  After her father was stunned into silence and Mylo settled the bill, the pair were standing in Bernie’s living room half an hour later. ‘You tricked me Dr Kearney and that’s not right!’

  It was Mylo who wanted to check that he was okay.

  Bea preferred to stay away from the stray fire that would be heading their way.

  ‘It’s not treachery,’ Mylo said gently, smiling sympathetically at Bernie. ‘I asked her to marry me weeks ago and she mentioned about your barring her from relationships, let alone engagements. Today was to tell you about us moving in together and then I thought I might as well mention marriage.’

  ‘And you said yes?’ asked her father, totally alarmed as Bea stood like a guilty child in front of him.

  ‘No, she didn’t respond.’ Grabbing her hand, Mylo looked down at her. ‘I need your permission before she makes a decision.’

  Bernie was pacing up and down, in front of the fire place, and Bea stared at a picture of her mother.

  She swore it looked like she was smiling so Bea smiled back.

  ‘I can’t believe you deceived me this way!’ her father snapped. ‘Enough is enough!’

  ‘Enough of what?’ asked Bea, shaking her head in dismay. ‘Sorry Mylo for my daddy’s bad attitude. Any other parent would be pleased that their child has fallen in love and wants to be with a man who truly makes her happy.’

  ‘Didn’t you say that about Simeon?’ Bernie glared at her. ‘I’m sure you did.’

  ‘I never said that about any of the fiancées, let alone boyfriends, if you had bothered to listen instead of fuming at me and mum.’

  ‘How many boyfriends have there been?’ Mylo piped up, stepping forward. ‘Lots?’

  ‘Not lots,’ she replied, pushing him back. ‘I have had a few interested guys, all of whom he didn’t like and mummy did. She wanted what was best for me.’

  ‘Then she shouldn’t have allowed a single one of them to come into my home!’ Her father folded his arms and shut his eyes. ‘You don’t know what you want, my child.’

  ‘I want Mylo, that’s who I want.’ She noticed her father looked at the smiling man. ‘And he wants to do it the right way but if you’re going to be disagreeable then why should he bother. Frankly, I told him not to ask you.’

  ‘I am not disagreeable. I worry Bea, don’t you see. If this goes wrong, I worry for you, I really do.’

  ‘It won’t go wrong,’ Mylo interjected. ‘I love her. I want to be with her.’

  ‘You don’t know her. You’ve only been together a matter of months to feel like this.’

  ‘I knew it after two weeks and nothing has changed.’ He stepped closer to Bea and held her hand. ‘She loves me for who I am and makes no judgement. I hope you’ll eventually do that.’

  Bernie flung himself down on the couch and looked at them.

  ‘I have demands before I give my approval,’ he said, making Bea do a double take.

  ‘What demands?’ she asked, peering down at him. ‘And none of your tricks.’

  ‘Mylo, as you may or may not know, I was born a Hindu. I expect an Indian ceremony and-.’

  ‘No way!’ exclaimed Bea. ‘You only starting getting into that stuff when mu
mmy died and that’s not what I want. You can’t dictate how I get married.’

  ‘You want me to turn up, don’t you?’

  She threw herself down to sit next to him, purposely bashing into his thigh.

  He didn’t flinch but smirked at her actions.

  ‘If I don’t get married the way you want me to, then you won’t turn up.’ The horror of the statement even shook her. ‘I think that’s unfair and what about what I want?’

  ‘Bernie, I don’t want to cause a problem between you and your daughter.’ Mylo sat down in the armchair. ‘I understand what it’s like to have a protective parent, believe me. You tell me how you’d like us to get married and we’ll see how we can comply.’

  ‘No alcohol.’ Bernie looked like he was going to laugh. ‘And an Indian vegetarian feast.’

  Bea sat there, not knowing what to say.

  She wasn’t bothered about the food but the alcohol ban wasn’t going to be taken lightly.

  ‘As you know, I’m half Irish and my family do like Guinness and a good single malt. That might be a little harder but I am happy about the food request. You could recommend a caterer for us to speak to.’ Clearing his throat, he flashed a glance at Bea. ‘And when do you think we should get married?’

  ‘Late October would be wonderful. I always liked the autumn colours and that time of the year. Spring and summer are over rated and if it is in winter, Bea always catches a cold and will wear her red wellies.’ He chuckled to himself. ‘Has been wearing red boots since she was a toddler.’ Then she caught the loving look from her father. ‘My little girl.’ Bea felt her father’s comforting arm around her shoulder, then kissed her forehead. ‘Your old man isn’t that bad.’

  ‘Daddy, it’s now June!’

  ‘Don’t screech, child. You remind me of my mother. Always an awful sound. And I didn’t mean this year. I meant in a few years-.’

  ‘Bea, are you happy to get married in October?’ Mylo interrupted as she turned to look at him. ‘Do you want to?’

  ‘This year!’ he father squawked. ‘I certainly didn’t mean in four months’ time.’

  Then Mylo slid off the armchair and went on his knees. She felt her father hold tightly onto her shoulders, pinching her slightly.