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Repairing the Past

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26.04.2021
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Emma Thrower. The name seemed familiar to me but I couldn’t put my finger on the reason why. I was certain I didn’t know anybody by that name and I was equally sure that it wasn’t the moniker of anybody famous, so why did it seem so familiar?

All of the other names on the list of interviewee’s that lay on the desk in front of me were typewritten and accompanied by C.V.’s, but this one had been hand written, an obvious last minute addition and I could find no accompanying notes.

I had already decided that I was going to offer the vacant post of research assistant to the first girl I had interviewed that morning, a very able twenty year old who was ideal for the job. I still had to go through the process of interviewing all of the other candidates, not only as a matter of courtesy but also because there were certain other vacancies that, if they were suitable, they may consider filling.

The interviews were going somewhat slowly and I was running about half an hour behind schedule, mainly because my personal assistant had upped and left the company a few days before. She was allowed to leave gracefully although she wasn’t given much choice after one of the directors had discovered that she was passing client information on to her brother who worked for a smaller competitor. She also resented the fact that she was my assistant. At twenty-three years old I was one of the youngest members of the department that I headed, something that she couldn’t really accept.

By the time I had worked my way down to the last name on the list I was running almost an hour late. I pressed the button on my intercom and asked for Ms Thrower to be shown in.

The door opened and I was taken aback by the stunning vision of her when she entered the office. Immaculately dressed in a light grey business suit, the short skirt revealing at least four inches of her leg above the knee and her jacket not quite covering an almost transparent cream coloured blouse. She had short dark hair, was tall and slim and was wearing bright red lipstick. Her bright blue eyes peered through thick-rimmed spectacles. My first impressions told me that she was in her late thirties and although she dressed much younger her clothes suited her. Like her name she seemed familiar, and again I didn’t know why.

I asked her to sit down but before I had the chance to say anything else she said, “Hello Claire. Would you like me to leave now?”

“Why should I want that?” I replied.

“After all I put you through in school I wouldn’t blame you if you did.” She stated.

Then it hit me. Emma Dawson, the one teacher who had made my life hell during the last three years of schooling. She had lost around half of her weight, had cut her hair much shorter resulting in her looking a lot younger, but now I knew her identity she was unmistakeably Miss Dawson.

“I’m sorry, but your name threw me.” I told her, “You must have gotten married since we last met.”

“Yes,” she replied, “And I’m about to get divorced. I married Ed Thrower.”

“Throw-up Thrower? Why? He was a creep!” I said. “Sorry. I shouldn’t be so rude. I apologize.”

“There is no need to apologize. You are right he is a creep. But you know the saying, ‘A fool sees less than a blind man.’ Well, I was a fool.”

I smiled. I thought it better to not add any more to that part of the conversation.

“Why on earth does somebody with your experience apply for a lowly job like the one on offer here?” I asked.

“Necessity.” She answered. “It may be lowly but it is a job and what is more it is something that I could do in my sleep. I am desperate for employment. But as I said, if you don’t want me working for you I will understand and accept it.”

I was puzzled as to why she needed employment. Until the moment she walked through my office door I hated, no, detested her. During those last years at school she seemed to do everything she could to knock me down. Endless after school detentions, extra homework and repeatedly low marks for my work made my later school days a misery. I vowed that one day I would get my revenge and now that the chance had arrived I wasn’t sure if I wanted to exact it.

“Why do you need a job?” I asked. “Have you given up teaching?”

“I had no choice,” she replied.

“Why is that? You know and I know that you are not exactly my favourite member of the teaching profession, but even I have to admit that you are an excellent tutor. The problem between us was personal not professional. To this day I still don’t know why you had it in for me. What did I do to make you react so badly to me?”

She paused for a second or two before she replied, “You didn’t do anything, nothing at all. It was what you were going to do that worried me. I just couldn’t let you carry on along the path you were taking. I know that you will never be able forgive me and equally I know that you would never believe it if I told you that I only did those dreadful things to save you from yourself. Looking at you now and seeing you in your present position, I feel comfortable in the knowledge that I did do the right thing.”

“Pardon!” I replied, unintentionally raising my voice, “I got where I am today by my own hard work and determination. No amount of your detentions or extra work let alone criminal low marks had anything to do with it.”

“You’re wrong Claire,” she replied, “So totally wrong.”

“How?” I asked, “Just tell me one way that your actions helped me to obtain my present position. By keeping me back after school all you did was to make me resent you more and more. It didn’t help with my education one little bit.”

“Nor was it designed to,” was her surprising answer. “I didn’t do it to improve your education, I did it to protect you. Tell me what you would have done with your time if you hadn’t been detained after school. No, I will tell you.”

I looked at her as she continued, her voice becoming a little raised and emotional.

“You would have hung about with your so called friends. Ask yourself what they are doing now. Sharon and Stephanie are both in prison. The other Claire works in a chicken-processing factory, working all hours that God sends for pay little better than a slave, trying to scrape together enough to keep herself and her young child. As for sweet little Joy, you will find her in the cemetery with her brother, both killed when the stolen car they were in collided with a bus. Not one of your ‘little group’ has done anything with their lives except you.”

“That still doesn’t explain why you continually gave me detention.” I told her.

“But it does,” she said. “Every time I heard through the grapevine that they were going on one of their little shop-lifting expeditions or were going to do some other misdemeanour I did my hardest to keep you out of it. I couldn’t say anything to you because you just wouldn’t have listened. I know what everybody said about me, being a fat bitch only there to make your life a misery. I know my actions stopped you from enjoying yourself with your friends but that is the cost that had to be paid. I just couldn’t stand by and let you destroy your future. Unfortunately it was too late to do anything to help the others.”

We looked at each other in silence for a few seconds. She took a tissue from her pocket and wiped a small tear from her cheek before she stood and picked up her bag.

“I think that I had better leave. I don’t want to upset you and I certainly don’t want you to think that I’m just making up excuses for my actions. I’m just so glad that I have found out that your life has worked out so well for you.”

She turned and headed for the door.

“Please stop,” I said. “Come back and sit down. I’ll have some coffee made. I’d very much like to continue our conversation.”

“Are you sure?” she asked.

“I’m positive.” I replied.

I pressed my intercom button and asked Julie to bring in some coffee and we settled back into our chairs.

“Tell me Emma,” I said, feeling a little uneasy calling my former teacher by her forename, “Why did you have to give up teaching?”

“Do you remember Stephen Gaskin?” she asked.

“Do I ever!” I replied. “Evil little bastard. He was in the year below me but was still the worst kind of bully. Lots of fellow pupils in my year suffered at his hands. Complaints were made but the school authorities did nothing about them, which just made matters worse. He knew about the complaints and just took revenge on those who made them. Someone should have stamped on him long ago.”

Our conversation stopped as Julie came in with the coffee.

After she had left the office Emma said, “Not only was he evil but he was very clever as well. We couldn’t do anything about him. He always had an answer, always had an excuse or an alibi that put him somewhere else when incidents occurred. We just couldn’t prove anything.”

She instinctively started to pour out the hot drinks, not waiting to be asked.

She continued, “Well his brother Shaun is at the school now and he has picked up where Stephen left off. He knows his brother was untouchable and believes that he is the same. If you thought that Stephen was evil then you should meet Shaun.”

“I can imagine what he is like,” I said, “His whole family are the same.”

“There was an incident a few months back involving two young girls,” she stated as she passed me my coffee, remembering after all these years that I liked mine white with two sugars, “They, the two girls that is, were having a close relationship. He heard that someone had seen them kissing in the showers and decided that he could make some money out of this information so he confronted one of them. She was horrified that he knew and gave him some money to keep him quiet, but of course he kept coming back for more. She knew if she said anything both her and her friend would get into all sorts of trouble so she kept paying up.”

I sipped my drink and Emma continued.

“Then it started to turn really nasty. He decided that he would rather have something other than money. He told her that she would either have to let him have sex with her or he would spill the beans. He told her that he had some photographs of her and her friend together. I’m sure that he was bluffing as no such pictures ever turned up. Anyway, it reached a point where he was waiting for her to leave school. She knew that I kept some money in my desk so she helped herself to a five pound note, enough to get a taxi home.”

“And you found out.” I said.

“Yes, but not in the way that you might think,” she replied. “He caught up with her later that evening. One of his little hench-men had seen her taking the money and had told him. He cornered her and threatened to tell me if she didn’t give him a blowjob. She managed to escape from him and the next morning she found me and confessed about the theft.”

“What did you do?”

“I knew that something wasn’t quite right and sat her down and coaxed the whole story out of her. She told me that she was so sorry for taking the money and said that she had intended to put it back before I discovered it was missing. I told her that I didn’t accept her apology because you only have to apologize for doing something that was wrong. I also told her I didn’t want the money back and if anyone was to ask her she was to tell them I had given her permission to take it.”

“That was the end of the story?”

“Far from it. We carried on with the day as normally as possible. Shaun confronted her again and she just ignored him. Later that day he marched into my classroom, pointed to this girl and said in a loud voice so the whole class could hear that she was a thief and had stolen money from my desk. I asked her if it was true and she replied that she only took the money that I told her she could have, namely a five-pound note.”

“I bet that shut him up!”

“No, he just started shouting about how she and her friend were having a lesbian affair and that I must also be a lesbian as I was covering up for them.”

“What did you do then?”

“I grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and marched him to the headmaster’s room.”

“So he was finally dealt with.”

“Of course not. To cut a long story short I ended up with the choice of either resigning my post or being prosecuted for assaulting a minor.”

“I can’t believe it. You mean he has gotten away with it?”

“Totally. The two girls in question have been split up. They are no longer allowed to attend the same lessons together or any other activity on the school premises. The only person left smiling, and gloating, is Shaun.”

“Didn’t any of the other staff stand up for you?”

“I thought at the very least my husband would. Being the Deputy Headmaster he was in a position to lend weight to my defence but decided that he would have to stay neutral. Spineless bastard.”

“That’s why you’re divorcing?”

“No, that was just the final straw. There are other reasons which I don’t really want to go into. I ended up loosing my job, my home and very nearly my children.”

“Children?”

“Yes, I have two. Emily who is four and Sandra who is almost three.”

“Have you got any pictures of them?”

She opened her bag and took out a photograph and handed it to me. They were the sweetest looking little girls.

“They are gorgeous.” I told her. “They certainly take more after you than Ed.”

“Was that a compliment to me?” she asked.

“Of course it was,” I answered. “You must admit that you look so much more attractive now than when I last saw you. I didn’t recognize you when you came into the office.”

“Thank you very much,” she replied, “I never thought that I would live to see the day when I received a compliment from you.”

We both laughed and then finished our coffees.

“Does this mean that I might stand just the slightest chance of being considered for the vacancy?” she asked, placing her cup back onto the tray.

“No chance at all I’m afraid.” I replied.

“Oh well, never mind,” she said as she took the photo back and placed it into her handbag and then stood for the second time. “I hope that we have at least cleared the air a little between us. I am so very glad that you are getting on so well.”

She turned to walk away, obviously a little upset by my last statement.

“Where are you going?” I asked, “The interview isn’t over yet.”

“But you said that I wouldn’t be considered for the vacancy.”

“Please sit down, you really must stop jumping to conclusions. I said that I wouldn’t consider you for that particular vacancy.”

“You mean there are others?” she asked.

“If you are willing to give it a try, I would like to offer you the post of my personal assistant. The job entails much more than its description implies and you would in fact be almost equally responsible for the running of this department. I would of course have the final say in all matters, to begin with at least.”

Her smile reached from ear to ear. She was much prettier than I ever remembered her from the past. She stood up, came around to my side of the desk and gave me a big hug. I hugged her back.”

“I’m sorry,” she said, “I shouldn’t have done that.”

“Don’t be sorry,” I told her, “I rather enjoyed it.”

I couldn’t tell her that when she hugged me I felt her small breasts press against by shoulder through the thin materials of our blouses and it excited me.

I stood up and we hugged again. This time I put my hands on the small of her back and held her tightly against me. Her perfume made me feel light headed and as we embraced I could feel my nipples harden. I wanted to stroke her ass but somehow managed to control myself. As we hugged I thought that I could feel her nipples harden as well but thought that it was my imagination.

We arranged for her to start the next morning and I could have sworn that when she left the office she almost skipped like an excited young schoolgirl.

The next morning saw me arrive at the office a little earlier than normal. All of the previous evening I couldn’t get Emma out of my mind.

Just after she had left I went to see my superior and told him that I had found someone ideal to fill the post of my personal assistant and informed him that I had to act fast to secure her services. I also told him that we would have to pay her a little more than her predecessor and together we worked out a package that I would put to her when she arrived the next morning.

I had taken my time in getting ready for work that morning. I took my lead from her appearance the previous day and selected a light blue business suit. The short skirt was about six inches above my knee and the jacket would be worn open. Beneath this I wore a thin white blouse and made a point of omitting to wear a bra. My breasts are very small and don’t need any support and I wanted to see her reaction to the way I was dressed.

I wore light make-up and brushed my short red hair back. I felt sexy and wanted this to get across to Emma.

I had always known that I was gay. I have never fancied boys in the least and in normal circumstances I would go for a girl around my own age. But Emma did something to me the previous day. I was determined to find out if I stood a chance with her. She was so different from the woman who I had crossed swords with all those years ago.

Emma finally arrived at just before ten o’clock. A new desk for her use had been moved into the office and it was adorned with a brand new computer system.

As she sat in her plush new chair I stepped towards her. I leaned over knowing full well that she would be able to see inside my blouse. My nipples were erect and I was feeling excited. As I glanced to her eyes I could see that she was indeed looking at my breasts. She carried on talking as she took a long look, slightly shifting her position to get a better view.

I asked her to come and sit at my desk and we went through the financial package that had been worked out for her. She was surprised at the size of her salary, only expecting to be paid a little more than was on offer for the post she originally came to be interviewed for. I thought that she was going to fall off of her chair when I told her that it was in fact over double what she had been expecting. This, coupled with the fact that she would also be getting a company car and other incentives made it very hard for her to hide the excitement that she was obviously experiencing.

We had a coffee and I then took her outside to show her the car she would be using until she had chosen one of her own. It was the one that her predecessor had returned earlier that morning. I will never forget her surprise when she first saw it.

“It’s a fucking Jaguar!” she exclaimed before profusely apologizing for her use of obscene language. I just met this with a laugh.

I found myself staring at her as we walked back to the office. She led the way, giving me a fantastic view of her body as we walked along. She was wearing a suit similar to the one of the day before except this was cut a little tighter and the skirt was somewhat shorter. As she walked her hips gently rocked from side to side and her ass looked delicious. Her long slender legs moved with the grace of a ballet dancer. I was going to enjoy Emma working with me.

My continual teasing was over the following weeks was lapped up by Emma but as the days and weeks went by it slowly fizzled out. She still made me as horny as hell as we both continued to dress in the same way and I was forever trying to catch a glimpse of bare flesh beneath hers. A very heavy workload put paid to any plans that I might otherwise have had. Although, on my evenings alone, I often dreamed of seducing her. I ached to be with her, to touch her, to caress her, to kiss her, to love her. The last I didn’t have to imagine. I was already in love with her.

During the next six months Emma took to the job like a duck to water, she was a natural. It had reached a position where we were running the department almost as a team of equals as opposed to a manager and assistant. I trusted her completely and the memories of ‘The Other Emma’ from my school days faded significantly as we became quite close friends. Because of her young children we rarely met socially but I knew that would change, as they grew older.

I still tried to touch and look at her body as much as I could without raising any suspicions. It was amazing the number of times we brushed past each other during that period. She continually aroused deep sexual feelings inside me and on more than one occasion I had to stop myself from throwing my arms around her.

Once a year, in the period leading up to Christmas, the company runs a dinner-dance where the entire workforce from Chairman to cleaners, all with their respective partners or guests are encouraged to meet in a completely informal atmosphere. The use of ‘Sir’ or ‘Mister or Ms so and so’ is strictly prohibited at this function. Even the Chairman of the company, Sir Donald Rimmington-Smyth, insists that everybody calls him Donny at this get together. After a rather nervous start the first year it was held, it has gone on to become one of the highlights of the working year for all of the employees.

Emma and I had been talking about this function for a few days and we were each trying to decide whom to ask to accompany us. In the end I decided that I would invite my younger brother, as I had the previous two years, and Emma said that she would like to ask her younger sister. When both accepted their invitations I booked two rooms for the night at the hotel where the dance was held so that we could all drink without worrying about one of us having to drive home.

The day before the function one of the projects Emma had been fronting crashed in spectacular fashion leading to the client pulling the contract, which resulted in the company loosing several hundreds of thousands of pounds in fees. She became deeply worried about any repercussions that might happen as a result. I told her not to worry but she was still upset, something which didn’t help when we were summoned to the Business Directors office first thing the next morning.

As we made our long walk to his office Emma told me that she was terrified that she might loose her job. I tried to reassure her that it was highly unlikely but she continued to fret all the way to our appointment. Trying to give to her the impression of comradeship coupled with a little piece of comfort, I took her hand as we walked along the corridor and gently but tightly squeezed it as we walked along. She responded likewise, and my heart skipped a beat. I had wanted to make direct physical contact with her for so long, with her knowing for certain that it wasn’t accidental.

We didn’t have to wait to see the Director as his secretary told us to go straight into his office when we arrived.

“Come in, sit yourselves down,” he said in a very friendly manner, “Coffee?” Emma was somewhat surprised by his tone.

“Now, I have something very important to discuss with the pair of you,” he told us as he poured three cups.

“Bernie Holding informed me yesterday that he wanted to take early retirement due to his failing health. I met with Sir Donald last night and we discussed the situation. We have decided, that instead of replacing him at the helm of his department, we would like to merge it with yours, and put the pair of you in joint control of the newly formed unit.”

We both sat there amazed.

He continued, “It would mean of course that we would have to build a small team to support you and I would naturally want the pair of you to select them yourselves. After all, you are the ones with the first hand knowledge of what your team members are, and are not, capable of.”

He looked at our rather shocked faces before continuing, “Claire would still hold the senior role although it wouldn’t be so dominant from now on. There would of course be a substantial salary increase for the both of you and the difference between them would be much less. It is proposed that Claire’s salary would be raised to £55,000 per annum and you, Emma, would receive £54,500. That is of course if you decide to accept the challenge.”

“But that is about a forty per cent wage increase for me,” Emma exclaimed, “And here was I thinking I was about to be dragged over the coals for yesterday’s disaster.”

“Don’t worry about that, it was bound to happen eventually,” he replied. “Did you manage to hold back the files I told you about Claire?”

“Yes I did. They are in my desk.” I answered.

“Good. Now, Emma, I had better explain. We were going to be taken for a ride so I asked Claire to hold back with some crucial information that would make everything your client had so far received utterly useless. I also ordered her, and I do mean ordered her, to keep this information strictly to herself, including withholding it from you. I’m sorry if I caused you distress, but it had to be done this way. Please don’t hold it against Claire for not letting you into the plan because, as I said, she was under strict instructions from me.”

We continued discussing various issues for most of the morning and left his office under the strict instruction to tell no one of the impending changes. Emma was naturally a different person as we made our way back to our office. I thought that she would have made a remark about me not telling her about what had happened with her client but to this day it has never been mentioned. On the walk back to our office she took my hand firmly in hers.

Back in our office we finished a couple of small tasks before deciding that we would put up the Christmas decorations before we left for home. I took a large box from a cupboard and we decorated the office with the contents. Emma stood on a chair to pin the chains to the ceiling and I held it steady. It took all of my willpower to not run my hand up her nylon stocking covered legs and to caress her thighs as she stood in front of me. I did manage to ‘drop’ a trimming or two so that I could bend down and take a look up her short skirt, an action that only made me feel more horny than usual, especially when I caught a glimpse of her lacy white panties. I so wanted to touch her.

The evening arrived and I was almost finished getting ready. I had decided to wear my favourite red evening dress. It was high necked but was back and sleeveless. I naturally couldn’t wear a bra and I made sure that my panties were invisible. I sat applying the last of my make-up when the phone rang. My elder sister Lynne, who was staying with me for a few days, answered it.

She came into my bedroom clutching the handset and told me Emma was on the line and that she seemed a little upset.

“Hello Emma, what’s the problem?”

“I’m sorry Claire, but I have no option but to cancel tonight. My mum and dad, who were going to look after the girl’s have both come down with a bug and there is no way I will be able to find a sitter at this late hour.”

“Hold on a second, don’t go away,” I told her.

I pushed the quiet button on the phone and called to Lynne.

“Did you have anything planned for this evening?” I asked as she came into the room.

“Nothing that can’t be put off, why?” she answered.

I explained the dilemma that we had and she agreed that if Emma were to bring her children over she would stay in and look after them.

I talked it over with Emma and although she was a little hesitant at first she finally agreed and said that she would be right over.

After I finished applying my make-up I made my way to the lounge, just in time to greet my brother Tim as he arrived. He was very smartly dressed in a light blue suit and dark blue shirt. His six-foot frame made him look a little older than his twenty-one years. He brought with him a beautiful pink orchid and placed it onto a table.

We chatted for a few minutes before Emma, her sister and the children arrived. Lynne answered the door and let them in.

As Emma entered the room I was dumbfounded. She looked stunning in a long, black, tight fitting evening dress. Her thick rimmed glasses had been replaced by contact lenses. As Lynne walked past me she said, “Put your eyes back into their sockets and close your mouth honey or you will give the game away.”

Emma’s sister stepped out from behind her. She was gorgeous. Tall and slim like Emma, her very pretty face was framed by long, straight black hair. She too was wearing a long black evening dress. Tim was in a state of shock and I could clearly see the start of an erection forming in his trousers as he looked at the two beautiful women.

“This is Leanne, my baby sister,” Emma said as she introduced us. We all made our introductions but I don’t think Leanne heard any of them as she had her eyes firmly fixed on Tim. He walked over to the table, picked up the flower that I knew was originally meant for me, took it out of it’s clear plastic case, made his way over to Leanne and pinned it to the front of her dress. They just stood there looking into each other’s eyes.

I had never seen my brother like that. He was absolutely mesmerized by the vision of beauty before him and she hardly said a word to anyone other than him. She was as smitten with him as he was with her.

Lynne took the children into the spare bedroom with their overnight bags while I went into the kitchen to fetch my purse, which I had earlier left there. Emma followed me in.

“I don’t know what has come over Leanne,” she said, “She is normally so pitifully shy. Your brother seems to have brought her right out of her shell.”

“I think that we will have to put up with each other’s company tonight,” I told her, “Tim and Leanne do seem to have changed all of the plans.”

We went back into the lounge just as the children returned from the bedroom.

“Will you be okay with Lynne tonight?” Emma asked them.

Both of them replied that they were going to enjoy themselves. Emma told them that she would call them on the telephone before they went to bed and they then ran back into the bedroom.

The taxi arrived shortly after. Tim and Leanne made sure that they sat together on the short journey to the hotel.

After booking in and taking our bags to our rooms we went into the main hall that by this time had almost filled with our fellow guests.

The whole evening was very enjoyable. We didn’t see much of Tim and Leanne. After they had finished their meal they went onto the dance floor and only returned for very short periods to have a drink.

Emma and I spent the whole evening chatting. Although we had been working together for several months we hadn’t had much of a chance to talk socially. Many ghosts were laid to rest and many bridges were built. Throughout this time I noticed she was continually looking over to Leanne and Tim.

“Do you have a problem with those two being together?” I asked.

“No. Actually I think it is wonderful to see Lea enjoying herself so much. As I said earlier she is normally so shy, I have never seen her like this. She is a different girl.”

Just then the lights went a little dimmer and the music slowed down. We both looked at Tim and Leanne. They slipped their hands onto each other’s waists as Simon and Garfunkle’s ‘Bridge over troubled waters’ filled the room.

They were moving slowly to the music, staring into each other’s eyes. After a minute or two Tim slipped his hands behind Leanne’s back and she responded by putting her hands behind his neck. She tilted her head slightly to her left and he followed suit. She moved her face slightly closer to his, he moved forward and placed a gentle kiss onto her lips. They smiled to each other and she pulled him tighter to her. They shared one long, gentle and passionate kiss that lasted for the rest of the song. The song finished but the kiss continued into the next piece of music. When the kiss broke they lay their heads onto each other’s shoulders.

Emma was drawn to their actions, she couldn’t take her eyes off of them. When they started kissing again she turned and looked at me. Most of the previous few minutes I had spent observing Emma and came to a surprising conclusion, one that would be confirmed a little while later.

All that evening I kept looking at Emma, growing increasingly frustrated by the fact that I couldn’t touch her. The dress she wore hugged her body and I was aching to remove it from her. I so wanted to see what lay beneath.

I knew that I would have to tread carefully. Both of the previous occasions I had attempted to seduce a straight girl had ended in disaster and I didn’t want anything similar to occur this time.

The slow music continued and out of the blue Emma asked me if I wanted to dance. I said that I didn’t fancy dancing with any of the single men who had approached us during the evening and she replied that she meant would I like to dance with her. I took her hand and led her to the dance floor.

We danced together with our hands on each other’s hips for a few songs. I wanted to pull her close to me and kiss her but knew that it wouldn’t be appreciated.

I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned to see Tim and Leanne standing behind me. He took my hand and Leanne took Emma’s and they led us back to our table.

“We want to leave,” Tim informed me, “We don’t want to stay.”

“Why ever not?” I asked him, “Aren’t you two enjoying yourselves?”

“Yes, we are,” he replied, “That’s the problem. We want to spend the rest of the night together.”

I was taken aback by his bluntness. Leanne stood in front of him and he put his arms around her. She backed into him and put her hands onto his.

“Do you feel the same?” Emma asked Leanne.

“I do. I want to stay with Tim. Please don’t be angry,” she replied.

“I’m not angry honey, I’m not angry at all.”

“Where will you go?” I asked them.

“We’ll find a room in another hotel somewhere,” Tim replied.

“There’s no need for that.” I said. “You can stay here.”

“But we have asked at the reception and there aren’t any spare rooms and we want to stay together,” Tim protested.

“And you shall,” I said.

I asked Emma for the key to her and Leanne’s room and took the one for my own from my bag. I passed them both to Leanne.

“Take the keys, go to our rooms and take Tim’s things from my room and put them in yours. Then take your mother’s things and put them into mine. Problem sorted. I don’t think that your mum will mind sharing with me for tonight.”

“Mum?” Tim remarked.

Leanne took his hand and as she led him away she said, “I’ll tell you later.”

As they disappeared Emma looked at me and said, “How did you know?”

“When they were dancing together. When the dance turned to a kiss, and the kiss went on and on you looked at her in the loving way that only a mother can look at her daughter. There was simply no way that you would have looked at your sister in the same way.”

“I was fourteen,” she said as she started to explain. I put a single finger onto her lips to stop her speaking.

“No need,” I said, “Tell me later, if and when you’re ready to.”

I took her hand and led her back to the dance floor. We started dancing as we had earlier left off, with our hands resting on each other’s waists. I looked into her eyes. I so wanted to kiss her rich red lips but knew that I couldn’t. I realized that with one silly action I could destroy the friendship that had taken so long to build up. My heart was pounding as we danced together and my mind kept wondering into thoughts of us making love. I wanted to cry because I needed her so much. She was so close but so far away. I didn’t know if I could carry on much longer without revealing my feelings to her.

I saw Emma flick her eyes to her left, signaling me to look to that direction. Tim and Leanne had returned to the dance floor. She had changed into a tight, short black skirt and red blouse. Tim immediately put his arms around her and she responded by giving him a long kiss. They were oblivious to everybody else on the dance floor.

“Isn’t she lovely?” Emma whispered to my ear.

“She is absolutely beautiful,” I whispered back.

Normally I would be envious of Tim being with Leanne, but now I only had eyes and feelings for her mother.

I longed to slip my arms around her, to pull her close, to feel her small breasts on my body. I was aching for her touch. I wanted to rest my lips upon her neck and kiss it.

I asked myself what kind of reaction she would have if I made a move on her and answered the question with the thought that she would probably slap my face.

The slow music continued. Leanne and Tim were now tight to each others bodies.

I couldn’t hold out any longer. I was bursting with emotion and with no regard for any consequence I took a deep breath and slipped my arms around Emma’s waist and gently pulled her closer to me. She gave no resistance.

I could feel my nipples hardening. Emma looked at me a little surprised but didn’t pull herself away. She just looked into my eyes and continued dancing.

We again looked over to Tim and Leanne. They were now kissing passionately. Emma leaned her head towards me and whispered, “I think they would be a lot better off in their bedroom.”

“Doesn’t the thought of my brother fucking your daughter on their first meeting bother you?”

“Claire!”

“Well, what do you think they are going to do when they leave? They certainly aren’t going to go to their room and talk about stamp collecting. Do you mind them fucking?”

She just looked into my eyes again and after a few seconds she slipped her hands from my waist, placed them around my neck and pulled me close.

“I thought that I would have done, but no, I don’t mind at all. In fact the thought of them making love is quite a turn on. I hope he’s gentle and gives her time. I know that she’s a virgin,” she said.

“I’m pretty sure Tim is as well,”I replied.

“Good. Then they can teach each other.”

We looked over to them again but they were gone.

Emma slipped her arms further round my neck and pulled me even closer. I felt my breasts touch hers. Her nipples felt as hard as mine and I knew that if I could feel hers then she must have been able to feel mine. I tightened my arms around her and she rested her head onto my shoulder. It was all I could do to stop myself from planting kisses on her neck.

We found ourselves entering our room just after midnight. As Emma stood between the king-sized beds I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her. Her dress seemed even tighter than before. Her slim figure was driving me crazy. She was facing away from me, her tight little ass so inviting, her slim body almost calling for me to put my arms around it. I was scared that I might do something that I would live to regret.

“Could you give me a hand with my zipper?” she asked.

I was rooted to the spot. She had just asked me to help her remove her dress. I had been expecting her to go and get changed in the bathroom but now it seemed she was going to dis-robe in front of my very eyes. I didn’t know if I would be able to handle it. The very thought was making my heart pound faster and I broke into a cold sweat.

“Claire, would you please give me a hand? I can’t get my zipper down on my own, it’s too tight.”

She was still facing away from me. I took the few steps towards her and instead of releasing her zipper I found myself putting my arms around her waist and resting my head on her shoulder. I knew that I had now crossed the boundary and it was make or break time. If she pulled out of my embrace and walked away I knew that I would have destroyed everything between us. I just closed my eyes and silently preyed. I certainly wasn’t expecting her response.

She rubbed my hands with hers then reached behind me, placed her hands on my ass cheeks and pulled me tighter to her.

I placed a gentle kiss on the small of her neck and then touched her ear lobe with the tip of my tongue. She took a deep breath, lay her head back onto my shoulder and started to gently fondle my ass.

I moved my hands slowly up the front of her dress and carefully cupped her small breasts. I gently squeezed them before running my fingers over her rock hard nipples.

She pushed her head harder onto my shoulder as she started to pant heavily.

I could no longer control my actions, my desires had completely taken over.

I reached down with my left hand, passed it over her navel and guided it towards her pussy. As it came into contact with the area just above her clitoris she let out a gentle moan and her knees began to buckle. Her dress was too tight for me to be able to caress her pussy. How I longed to caress her there.

She turned around inside my arms. I looked deep into her eyes.

I reached behind her and released the clasp of her dress before gripping her zipper between my finger and thumb. I very slowly started to pull it down.

My heart was pounding, I was sure that she must be able to hear it or to feel it as our bodies were so tight together.

I swallowed deeply as I leaned forward and planted a gentle kiss behind her ear. She responded by taking in a deep breath, closing her eyes and laying her head back. Her arms tightened around me.

I followed the kiss with several more, slowly pecking my way down her neck and around to her throat. I then moved slowly upward to her chin. She lifted her head forward and I then continued with gentle kisses up to her nose. Her zipper was now down between her shoulders and she reached to the top of my dress and released the tie behind my neck. There was now only the closeness of our bodies to stop it from falling down. She gently brushed my bare back with the palms of her hands as I planted tender kisses on each of her closed eyelids.

I moved my lips to her nose and kissed it again and then moved my face away from hers. She opened her eyes as I looked at her and then moved her lips to mine and we kissed a slow passionate kiss.

Her zipper continued on it’s slow journey downward until it reached it’s destination just above her ass.

I moved my hands to her bare back and gently caressed it as we continued kissing.

I couldn’t believe that I was in such a passionate embrace with the woman who, only a few short months before I had detested so much.

I broke the kiss. I wanted to remove her dress fully and get my hands inside her panties. I stepped back and the front of my dress fell down to my waist, its path followed by Emma’s eyes. I reached for the top of her dress, slowly and carefully pulling it forward and down.

Her tiny titties with their rock hard nipples were gorgeous. I love small breasts and hoped she felt the same way. I am a 34b but she was much smaller, maybe 34a. To me her breasts were heaven.

I leaned down and kissed each nipple in turn and as I was doing so I slipped her dress over her hips and let it fall to the floor. I wasn’t prepared for the sight that greeted me. She wasn’t wearing any panties. All the time I had been with her that evening she had only been wearing her dress and her shoes. If I had known that I would have had an orgasm as we danced!

We looked into each others eyes. I took her hand and led her to the bed by the window.

My heart was beating ever faster. Unlike the dozens of other girls and women that I had been with I didn’t want to have sex with Emma. I wanted to make love to her, slow passionate love. I had never felt so strongly for anybody else in my life. We reached the side of the bed but instead of climbing onto it she sat on the edge facing me. She pulled me towards her and I stood between her open knees. She took the material of my hanging dress between her fingers at my waistline and pushed it to the floor before slipping her thumbs into the sides of my panties and slipping them off of my hips and down my legs to join my dress, her face following their path. She stopped as her mouth came level with my bare pussy. She slowly leaned forward and planted a gentle kiss just above my wet slit. I breathed in deeply.

Emma slid onto the bed, still holding my hand and then gently pulled it, beckoning me to join her. She was laying on her back, her legs tightly together and I lay on my side beside her. I put my arm around her, leaned forward and kissed her lips.

She parted her lips slightly and my tongue darted between them. She responded to my advance by darting her tongue around mine before pushing it deep into my mouth. I moved my hand and started caressing her nipples. I couldn’t imagine them getting any bigger or harder but I was wrong.

We broke our kiss and she kissed me on the forehead.

She reached towards me and started caressing my breasts.

“I’ve waited so long for this moment,” she whispered in my ear, “So long.”

My lips again met hers and we enjoyed a long passionate kiss. She continued to fondle my breasts as I reached out and started to brush her nipples with the tips of my fingers. The pressure increased between our opened mouths as our tongues waltzed together. Emma’s nipples continued to swell and harden.

I broke the kiss and moved my head swiftly to her breasts and immediately opened my mouth wide so that I could suck in as much flesh as I could whilst caressing her nipple with the face of my tongue. Emma let out a loud moan as my tongue made contact and her hand slipped onto the cheek of my bottom. She closed her hand over a large area of my ass cheek and squeezed it.

I moved my hand onto her flat tummy and gently swirled it round and round. I moved my mouth to her other breast as she started to gently brush my ass cheek with the palm of her hand.

Her legs were still held firmly together as my hand glided downwards. I played with her generous mound of pubic hair, combing it with my spread fingers.

I took my mouth from her breast.

Looking into her eyes I let my middle finger glide to the top of her soaking wet slit where it immediately made contact with her clitoris. She closed her eyes as she pressed her head deep into the pillow.

“Open your legs for me lover” I said, “Spread them wide for me”.

She lifted her knees and pulled her ankles almost up to her ass before moving them apart almost as wide as they would go.

I turned round on the bed and moved my head towards her pussy. Emma took my legs and opened them. I could feel her breath on my pussy.

I lay my head on her thigh and started to caress her soaking pussy with my fingers at the same instant that her fingers made contact with mine.

I rolled myself on top of her, spreading my legs over her head. I parted her pussy lips with my fingers and plunged my mouth onto her pussy. She sucked my clitoris into her mouth and lapped her tongue back and forth over it.

I drank her juices as I plunged my tongue deep inside her, caressing her clitoris with my fingers. Her hand reached down to the back of my head and pressed me ever harder onto her pussy as I forced my pussy harder onto her sucking mouth. My heart was racing and my pussy juices were flowing into Emma’s open mouth.

Within moments and in unison we both orgasmed, our bodies crashing together.

We both lay there for an age.

I lifted myself and turned to lay beside her.

I leaned forward and we shared a long, passionate kiss.

I whispered into her ear that I didn’t mean it to all be so sudden, that I had wanted to make slow love to her. She kissed me and told me that she had wanted to do likewise.

And we did. All night long.

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