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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Quickie (MF, rom) by Ximenes (ximenesgreek@hotmail.co.uk) *** A chance encounter at the formal opening of a school extension, leads to an enjoyable evening. This is an attempt to write an entire story in dialogue form. Constructive comments welcomes! *** "Hello Mr. Hudson, remember me?" "Val! Of course I remember you. What a surprise! I didn't expect to see you here." "Nor me you. What are you doing here?" "I'm just representing the big school and showing some support for our colleagues here in the primary. We also put a load of money into the extension. We paid for the video conferencing and this interactive board." "Oh, I see." "Any what about you - all your children have been through school and finished, haven't they?" "Oh yes. Well, you should know, Chris. You taught all three of them. I got an invite because I made the cake they're cutting. If half the village goes down with food poisoning I'll get run out of town." "Don't be silly! The cake looks wonderful. I saw you talking to the Bishop. What did he say?" "Oh, the usual. He's probably done this sort of thing hundreds of times." "Yes, I've heard his joke before, when he opened a church extension in our village. Always gets a laugh, though!" "Actually, now I've met you, can I ask you a favour?" "Of course. What do you want me to do?" "I've got a passport form needs signing. Are you allowed to do it?" "Yes, I'm considered an upright member of society. I've done it so often for the kids in school I've even remembered my own passport number. They want you to include it on the forms now." "I only live down the bottom of the hill. Do you want to drop in and sign it on your way home?" "Yes - actually I was thinking of going now. They've opened the new classroom. I've said all the right things and I've got to get to the shops before I reach home" "OK, let me grab my bag and we'll go." "Fine, I'll walk you home, Val. Is that OK with you?" "Yes, of course. Come in and have a sandwich." Wow, that's better now we're in the fresh air. That school's so stuffy with all those people in it. It's very dark here; what's happened to the street lights?" "They've been broken for ages. Somebody ought to do something. Damn, it's raining, too." "Here, let me open my brolly. It might keep the worst off us. So where are you off to with your new passport?" "I've booked a week on Tenerife next March. If the weather's as miserable as this, I'll want my money back!" "No chance, Val. It'll be blue skies, hot sun - the works. You deserve it." *** "Right' we're here. Let's get some lights on. Come in. No, leave your shoes on, it doesn't matter. It's a right tip in here - I haven't had time or energy to do much cleaning up. Didn't seem to be any point, somehow." "I'll put the kettle on." "Good idea, Chris. I'll shut the dog in the conservatory else he'll bark all the time." "Where do you keep the tea?" "In that tin by the bread bin. Here, you go and put the telly on; I'll look after the tea. Do you fancy a ham sandwich?" "Yes, lovely, if you're making one." "Right." "I'll draw the curtains and put the fire on. Where's that Passport form?" "In the top left hand drawer in the bureau. Can you find it?" "Yes; I'll get on and fill me bits in." "Fine." "Val?" "What?" "I love the passport photo." "You bastard. Shut up. It's revolting. I hate those booths." "Never mind. You should see mine. Makes me look like an escaped convict. Anyway, I've nearly finished the form filling." "Right. I'd better check it through again before I send it off. Can you get me a stamp - they're in the drawer under the kids' photos." "Found them. Hey, I love this photo of Becky. It's got that look in her eyes dead right. Is that how you were at sixteen?" "Sort of. Mind you, I was pregnant with Andrew at eighteen. I got myself a bit of a reputation in the village. That's why I've tried to be strict with Becks. Anyway, come and have this tea before it gets stewed." *** "Val, I was sorry to hear that you and Alan had split up." "Yes, well, it was a long time coming. But I'm glad we made a break. The kids have found it hard. And you, too. How long's it been since Mrs. Hudson." "Two years. Seems like two centuries sometimes. I still haven't got the domestic side of things organised. I run out of food or run out of clothes and have to do a mad dash round to get on top of things again." "So you're not seeing anyone else, them?" "No, not seriously. What about you? Val, you've still got your coat on. Let me help you off with it." "Thanks - a real gentleman. Nobody's done that for a while. No, me neither. I'm on my own. I haven't wanted to rush into anything till I've got used to living on my own. That sounds ridiculous but you know what I mean, don't you?" "Oh yes, very much so. Mind you, Val, an absolute cracker of a girl like you - half the county would be queuing up to take you out!" "Flatterer. They can bloody well wait, then." "Oh dear, Val. We're a couple of sad old lonely-hearts. Come and give me a cuddle. I reckon we need it, don't you?" "Dead right. Come here on the sofa next to me, Chris." *** "God, Chris, nobody's kissed me like that for ages." "Well, they should have, then. Every time you've come in to school for a parent's evening, Val, I've thought, wow, that's some girl" "Get away, you're making me embarrassed. Here, put your arm round me. Ooh, that's bold." "Val, sorry, I didn't mean to touch your bust; it was just that you mov..." "Shut up, silly, I like it. Put it back again. There, how's that? I like being cuddled. It makes me feel all warm and secure and loved." "Val kiss me again, properly." "No, how about improperly." *** "Hey, where's your hands going, Chris? - No, don't stop! You've got warm hands and I like it. Undo those blouse buttons, don't let them pull through. This top's a favourite of mine." "Val, take my tie off, I'm half choking with it on. Oh, that's better. Yes, undo my shirt. Is it OK if I slip your blouse off your shoulders? I don't want it to get too scrunched." "Christ, Chris, you men are all the same. Flash a bit of cleavage and you come drooling. No, sorry, only joking. I like you. You're different. What's this lump in your trousers, then? Your tobacco tin.Oh sorry, I didn't mean to flick it that hard." "Kiss it better, then." "No way, I'm a good girl." "Come and cuddle again, Val. Yes, that's nice. Pull that shirt sleeve off my arm, then we're skin to skin. I'm going to slip off this bra, OK?" "No, don't. That's going too far. You can see what I've got without taking it.... Oh OK, then, you've already undone it. Don't laugh at my tits, Chris." "Laugh? They're fine. Look, they're lovely to hold. What's wrong with them?" "They're dangling half way to my fanny, and they've been chewed to pieces by the kids, and they're all flabby and veiny, that's what." "Rubbish. Just 'cos they don't look like a teenager's tits doesn't mean they're hideous. Look, I've put that lamp off and there's just the light from the telly and the fire. Does that feel better?" "Yes." "Come on, then, let's enjoy each other. Your tits are brilliant, Val. They're firm and warm. Look, they just fill my hands nicely. Let's get to work on them. Ooh, that feels good. Is this OK for you?" "Yes. Look, hold the nipples like this and stroke with your thumb. Oh God, that's wonderful. Don't stop. God, I needed that." "Chris." "What?" "Where's this going with us?" "I don't know. I'm enjoying every second, though." "But Chris..." "Look, Val, do you want me to go? I think you're absolutely gorgeous but I don't want to overstay my." "No, silly, I want you here. I'm happy. I haven't felt warm and cosy like this for ages. Oh Chris, it's been such a long time." "Hey, come on, don't cry, Val. I'm here and I'm not going until you want me to. Here, I've got a hanky in my trousers." "Oh shit, that buckle on your belt has snagged my tights." "Damn. Sorry. Let's untangle them." "No, they're ruined. Look, I can feel the run in them. I only got them on Saturday for the 'do' this afternoon." "I'll take them off you before we do any more damage, Wouldn't want you to strangle yourself with them, would we?" "Chris, that's not funny." "Sorry. Here, lift up your bottom and let me slide them down." "Hey, that's my knickers you've got, too. I never said you could." "Oh my God. Sorry, Val, I thought I'd picked up the waistband of the tights." "Oh yeah, likely story!" "Do you want me to take off your tights, then?" "Yes. And I s'pose you might as well take off my knicks, too. They're hanging halfway off my bum as it is so they aren't doing any good. Mind you, don't start taking any liberties with. Oh hell, you touched me there, Chris. Do it again." "How's that?" "Wonderful. Don't stop! Ooh, yes! Stroke my legs, too, on the insides. Lovely." "Like that?" "Yes. Go back to my fanny. There, that bit there, rub gently on that spot. No, not so hard. That's it. Just like that. Oh God, that's great, Chris. Keep going. Kiss me!" "Mmmm. Val, you're fabulous." "Mm, maybe.. You're not so bad yourself, either. Hey, let's get these trousers off, shall we?" "Ow, don't just grab like that. That's twice you've tried to do me a mischief." "Well, it's a useless lump of meat most of the time, isn't it? Trouble is, it's where you men keep your brains.Oh, no, that's a load of coins just fell out of your pocket." "Oh well, bang goes tonight's tea then. Oh, and by the way, these Bart Simpson boxers weren't my idea, they were a present from. Hey, where're you going?" "Upstairs. Come on, let's get in the bed before that thing goes all floppy. I'm going to switch the blanket on." "Val, I hope that blanket works. I don't need 240 volts in my balls to get me going!" "Yeah, yeah, big talk. I've heard it all before." *** "Shit!" "What?" "I've stubbed my bloody toe on the bedpost." "Idiot. And don't step in the teasmade. Come on, get under the duvet. No, this is my side, you go round there" "Christ, it's cold." "It'll warm soon enough. Come here, Chris. Cuddle me again. Let's get these boxers off. Ooh, that feels nice. Chris, be gentle when you put it in me. I've had it up to here with rough stuff." "Val, Val, Val, you're lovely. You're just what I need right now. Put that leg over me; that's it, I want to feel you all round me. That's nice. Hey, you're cheating. You've still got your skirt on!" "Yeah, well I don't flash my pubes to anyone. Not even you. A girl's got to have her secrets." "I don't care. It's coming off right now." "Careful, then. There's a zip on this side. That's it. Slide it down. No, don't just chuck it on the floor, Chris! You men..." "Hush, Val. Wrap your leg round me again. That's right. Now where was that spot again?" "There. No, lower. Yes. Anywhere round there feels good." "Your hair feels really silky." "Well, Alan always made me shave down there. I didn't like being so bare, but it turned him on. Since we split up I've let it grow again. You don't mind, do you? Do you want me to shave it now? I will if." "Ssh. Put your hand here. Just work it over that ledge behind the head. Ooh, that feels good." "Yes, let's see what you're made of. Hmm, not bad. I reckon I could fit that inside!" "Kiss it, then, Val." "O K, just a kiss. I'm not doing any blow jobs. I've done enough of them to last me a lifetime." "O.K., Val, Yes, ooh, lovely. Use your teeth gently just there, on the edge of the head. Yessssss" "Right, that's it. Where are you going?" "Down on you, of course." "That'll be the day. He always had a good excuse not to ...OH GOD DO THAT AGAIN! Yessss, same place. I'm going to put my legs round your back. Don't look at me. My thighs are too fat and my bum OH GOD, THAT'S EVEN BETTER. Keep doing that, keep doing that. Bit harder. Go further in with your tongue. Oh Chris, Chris, don't stop. Ohh..." "Easy, girl." "Fuck it, Chris, I haven't been brought off like that since I was about seventeen. Why did you have to stop?" "I'm suffocating down there, Val. And you've dug holes in my shoulders with those nails." "Oh Lord, Chris, I'm so sorry. Fuck, that was wonderful. I felt like I was floating while were doing that. Hell, you are red in the face aren't you. Are you ready?..Yes, you are ready aren't you!" "Come on top of me. I want you in me. No, I don't want it fancy, just let's do it normal." "Shouldn't we be asking each other about precautions, Val?" "Oh, I had me tubes cut after Becky. We're OK." "Good. Actually, I had the chop too. I can show you me scars if you." "Come on then. I want you in me. Shove this pillow under me back. That's it. No, keep the covers on, I want to be under the duvet. I'll hold it open; you just..." "How's that? Am I in?" "Push, love. GENTLY! Yes, we're in. Go on, push hard.. Christ, you're big Chris. Go gently; I haven't done this for a bit. Must be going rusty inside or forgetting how to do it." "Val, stop wittering on and kiss me. Mmmmm, keep going" "Like that. Do it like that. That feels good. Hold me." "Mmmmmmmmm." --------------------------------------------------- "Val, I'm nearly there." "Kiss my titties. Yes... bite them.not too hard." "Yes, I'm coming..." "Come on then, do it hard. Yes, yessssssssssssssssss!" "Ngggggggggggggggggggggg!" "Get the tissues, they're on the side behind the clock." "Can't see them." "Look, they're right in front of you. Hurry up, I'm leaking all over the bed... That's better. No, give me more, Chris. God, you must have cum a gallon or something. Wipe your thing, too. You're about to drip on... Oh you sod..." "Val, that was lovely. I really needed that." "Me too. I love it when I'm done properly." "I could stay here forever." "No you couldn't." "Why not?" "'Cos I've got to go back to the school and clear up my things before nine" "OK, back to reality. And I've got to get home." "But we've got a few minutes yet. Give me another cuddle, Chris. Play with my titties again. Ooh yeah, I like that." "Come on top of me." "OK. Like this?" "Yeah." "I like being warm and cosy with you, Val. Can we do this again?" "Ooh, I don't know. Got to fit you in with all the others.OUCH Don't pinch me there! Yes, of course I want to do it again." "Just one problem." "What?" "Your passport lasts for ten years. If I've got to wait until you need a new one before we have sex again, that's.OUCH! Val, that's three times you've attacked my tool..." "Serves you right. Now come on, out of bed. We've got to get mov.DON'T PUT THE LIGHT ON" "Why not? I can't find my boxers." "Because I hate the way I look and I know you'll..." "Val, you look brilliant. Come on, turn towards me. Hell, half the teenagers'd die for a body like that." "Yeah and the other half would die if they HAD a body like this. Chris?" "What?" "Do you really like me? I mean, ME, not just the sex thing." "Val, yes! I told you, I've fancied you for ages. Never dreamed it would end up like this, though..." "SEE, you don't love me. You just want to screw..." "Val, seriously, I like you. I want to do this again. You never answered me when I asked before..." "OK. What about this weekend? Can't do Saturday; Andrew and his girlfriend are coming over. I've got nothing on Sunday, though.No, stop laughing, what I meant was." "Sunday's fine. You're not free Saturday evening are you? I'd like to take you out to 'Chez Rupert' if..." "Cor, that's very up-market! Yes, I'll make myself free for Saturday evening." "And stay over Saturday night?" "Chris Hudson, just what sort of girl do you think I am? Oh well, in for a penny.Yes, wine me and dine me and I'm yours for Saturday night!" "Great!" "Now GET DRESSED and move before I change my mind and set the dog on you. And mind that teasmade - you're about to step on it" "I'll pick you up at half-seven" "Fine, now GO. Oh, Chris.?" "Val?" "Thanks for tonight. You're a great bloke. Here, goodnight kiss. Now go, quick, before the neighbours see..." "Bye, Val. See you Saturday." END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 26