A tale of love, jealousy, and a little judgementalism. Jay strays, a little; Sandra strays, a LOT! Pam is indiscreet.
A more genteel story before the debauchery of the office gropefest and the Dock Road in Part 4, and the tension filled finale of Part 5.
American Pie is the second album by Don McLean released in 1971 on United Artists Records.
This is The Moody Blues is a double compilation album by The Moody Blues, released in 1974 on Threshold
As usual, characters depicted are entirely fictional. Some characteristics and activities depicted may or may not be based on real people and events, some similarities between fiction and reality are probably coincidental, or the whole thing might be a figment of Sandr’s warped imagination.
Who knows? Who f*ing cares?
***
We had just arrived back at the bedsit when a knock sounded on the door.
“Denis!” I guessed.
“No. Ted.” Was Jay’s guess
“Thought you might like a cup of tea.” Dennis stood there with a tray and three cups of steaming tea. He walked in as I opened the door. I’m sometimes surprised he even knocks.
Jay sighed, fished in his pocket and pressed a fifty-pence piece into my hand. “Witch!”
“Did I just see you getting out of a car?” Dennis asked.
“Yes,” Jay answered, “just bought it. My mum and dad lent us the money. Going on the cabs.”
“What is it?”
“Seventy-one Hillman Hunter.”
“Six years, eh?”
“Yeah, but it’s been used. Thirty-five thousand on the clock.”
“Nice. Should do you for a couple of years.”
For the next fifteen minutes, though it felt like hours, Dennis was offering the benefit of his knowledge and wisdom. He talked about how to go about joining one of the many private-hire firms in the area, where to go for the best insurance, and all things taxi oriented. Jay was far too polite to tell him that he already knew all about it.
I was worried about him going back to the cabs for so many reasons, I explained. Getting mugged was a big fear in my mind, but being hounded by the police was another major concern. He had already experienced being constantly pulled over because he had been driving too fast, or too slow, or suspiciously well. In fact, it was simply because he looked far younger than he was and had long hair.
I became quite tearful at one point, from fear and the knowledge that I was going to be alone most nights while Jay was trying to earn enough to get us out of this house of horrors.
He pulled me from my chair and hugged me, reassuring.
“It’s all going to be fine,” he said. “I’ll be really careful. And I’ll make sure I take plenty of time ff to be with you.”
I hugged him close. “You’ll be so tired as well, with the day training and all.”
“I’ll make sure I don’t overwork myself and we’ll work out time for us.”
I hugged him tight, and he reciprocated. As I turned to pick up my cup, he grabbed my shoulders, kissed my neck and caressed the tops of my arms. Sparks flew as electricity shot through my body to my groin, making me wet instantly, and I felt the beginnings of a drumbeat in my knickers. Damn! It was inconvenient. Being so readily aroused was very nice when we were alone, but not so much when we had company; especially when that company was Dennis. I turned and kissed Jay full on the mouth.
“Oh, come on,” Dennis spoke, “not in front of the children!” In my arousal, I’d forgotten Dennis.
I whispered in Jay’s ear, “I want to speak to you in private. Follow me to the bathroom.” I nibbled his ear and left the room.
The ten steps up to the bathroom did nothing to ease my arousal. I reached for my crotch as soon as I closed the door. Jay was right behind and entered without knocking. Feeling embarrassed at being caught, I threw my arms around his neck kissed him. His body responded the instant my palm stroked the front of his jeans.
“Whoa!” He stopped me. “Not now.”
“Come on. I need to screw you this minute. We haven’t shagged for a week.”
“You were on a period!”
“Not my fault.”
“Save it for when we go out later.”
“No! Now!”
“No! Later!” He turned and left.
I was so horny that I locked the door, sat on the bath and rubbed myself into a frenzy until I was satisfied.
I re-entered the bedsit, feeling flushed. Jay winked at me. My self attention may have satisfied my physical urge, but, emotionally, I was left longing.
“Well,” I said, “thanks for the tea, Dennis, But Jay and I are off out soon so we have to get changed.”
“Oh. Oh,” Dennis was a bit flustered, “Yes. Of course. Sorry.”
“We need to eat first.” Jay objected.
“We’ll eat out,” I said.
I saw Dennis out. He turned and gently took my arm.
“Don’t worry about Jay and the cabbing,” he said as he rubbed his thumb up and down my muscle. “He’ll cope just fine.”
Since my newly created erogenous zone, no one had touched that spot and now it had happened twice within a few minutes. My legs turned to jelly. Denis turned and walked into his own room. Ankara bayan escort Of everyone, he was the last person I wanted to be turned on by. Even Ted would have been a better option, and he was an old man in his forties. God! I could have sworn I felt drips on my thigh. I reached down and felt. No. Just my imagination.
***
I was excited to be riding with Jay again. I had missed just jumping into the car and heading out on an adventure. It had been a few months since the accident and the loss of the Lotus Cortina.
While we changed and prepared ourselves for a drive out, we chatted about a variety of location options. Lust was rising in me as we talked and I glanced at Jay, over and over. The arousal didn’t begin in my fanny, but whirling in circles around my navel. My heart raced as it pounded against my lungs. Breathing rate increased and breaths became shallow. It was all I could do to keep my hands off Jay, but I waited until we found a romantic spot.
A run out to the Beacon above Skelmersdale was our eventual choice. It was far from the New Town and we could pick up food from a local chip shop, assuming we could find one. There was a nice little country pub up there.
Being late on in September, it was getting dark by the time we left. It suited us because, if we were to find a romantic spot, no one would see us. We set off once Jay had scribbled a “Tax in Post” sign to stick on the windscreen.
“What do you fancy?” I asked in a chip shop somewhere near Rainford.
“Don’t know,” he answered. “I do fancy the plaice. But I’ve been toying with the idea of giving up meat.”
“Becoming a vegetarian?”
“Yeah. Like Ted.”
Ted had the bedsit right opposite the old battle-axe’s flat. A Buddhist, he had been a vegetarian for about twenty years; this was quite a rarity in nineteen-fifties Britain. We’d had some long conversations and, I must admit, I was leaning in that direction.
“You choose a chippy to announce this revelation.”
“Do you want serving or what?” Asked the less than polite assistant.
“In a minute.” My voice conveyed an equal lack of respect. I would not be bullied.
“Been thinking about it for a while,” Jay said. “You know my granddad was a lifelong vegetarian?”
“No! You’ve never told me that.”
“Yeah. Got extra cheese coupons in the rationing.”
“How did he manage in those days?”
“I don’t really know. I never knew him. Died well before I came along. I think he grew a lot of his own vegetables and the extra cheese would have helped.”
We continued scanning the menu board.
“I think I’ll just have plain old fish and chips,” I announced. “What about you?”
“Fuck it!” Jay replied. “I’ll have chicken and chips.”
“Language!” scolded the assistant.
“Baise-le! Je vais avoir du poulet et des frites.” Said smart-arse Jay.
“Ye what?” The assistant was confused.
“You wouldn’t understand.” And she didn’t.
We parked up and walked a little way until we found a suitable place to sit and eat. Out here, there was little pollution from streetlights. The sky was clear; the moon was almost full; the stars twinkled like celestial fairy lights – pinprick holes in a colourless sky.
We sat and ate. The cool of the night prickled my skin under the T-shirt and light shawl I wore. My muscles tensed, making them tremble. Noticing the shiver, my ever-chivalrous love removed his denim jacket to put round my shoulders, lifting out my shoulder-length mousy hair. That’s why I loved my Jay. He was the gentlest and most selfless lover I’d known.
“I could sit here all night,” said Jay, staring up.
“Mmm,” I agreed with a mouthful of chips.
“If it wasn’t so cold.”
“You want your jacket back?”
“No. Don’t be daft. I can take it. I’m rugged.” He laughed.
“Shall we go to that pub we passed?” I put the last chip in my mouth.
“Let’s let the food go down a bit shall we?” He said.
“Yeah. Okay.”
We lay back on the grass and stared at the sky, tracing the wisps of cloud as they ambled across the moon, reflecting the glow of unseen the township.
It was almost ten thirty when we arrived at the pub, after realising that both of us had wet bums from the grass. First off, we both washed the grease from our hands. Jay had asked for a lager-shandy while I ordered a classy snakebite, which was a fifty-fifty lager-cider mix in our part of the country. As we sat down, we both realised that we were still wet. My skirt was short enough that I could pull it up without looking obscene, but poor Jay had to suffer.
We sat, sipping our drinks for about half an hour before I said, “Come on. Back to the car park.”
Just as we left, last orders were being called.
The car park was still empty when we arrived.
“In the back,” I ordered.
“Need a piss first,” Jay informed me as he got out of the car and wandered off to some nearby trees.
Feeling mischievous, I cracked open the car door and, stepping out, I clicked Escort bayan Ankara it shut. I followed in the direction Jay had gone before disappearing, aided by the blue glow of the moon seeping through the trees. Sure enough, I spotted him by a tree. He was doing that thing that men do when they are trying to pee, staring up and looking around as if seeking inspiration. I heard his stream begin and crept forward and to one side where I could just make out, in the glow, a stream emerging from the end of his penis. A tingle danced around my loins and my pelvic muscles clenched. As I got closer, I stepped on a sharp stone and whimpered. He immediately stopped and looked round.
“Jesus!” He yelled as I stepped forward, “You scared the crap out of me.”
“Sorry! Do carry on.”
“You know I can’t!” He was trying to stuff himself back in his jeans.
“Go on. Try. For me.”
“I’ve tried before.”
“It’s a lovely autumn evening with an almost full moon shining and we are in the middle of the woods. How much more relaxing can it be? Come on.”
“If you insist.”
He released his manhood again.
“How much do you want to pee right now?” The question was rhetorical. In my best Zeb impersonation. “Imagine you are bursting for a piss. Your bladder is as full as it can be. You can feel that irritation at the end of your urethra. It’s ready to open and relieve you.”
I looked down, hoping. Jay looked at me, seeing me looking.
“Stop looking!” He ordered.
“That would sort of defeats the object.”
“I can’t do it if anyone is watching.”
His tool twitched and began a moving skyward. A wonderful effect for me, but guaranteed to shut off his valves. I turned my back to him and waited. And waited. And waited.
“It’s no good. I can’t. Go back to the car.” He instructed.
Dejected, I wandered off, but only to the edge of the car park. I heard him walk a little deeper into the trees and then heard him relieving himself. He seemed to go on for ages and it was making me want to piss while, simultaneously, getting me all hot and bothered.
The moon was shining right through a wide gap in trees, so I could see Jay approach. I walked into the trees to meet him.
“You’ve got me wanting to pee now,” I said.
“Oaky, I’m going to stare at you,” he retorted. “See how you like it.”
Truth is, I loved it.
“Fair enough.” I slid my knickers off and pressed them into Jay’s hand.
“Hold these.”
I hitched up my skirt, Jay getting a full view of my trimmed mound. Remaining in a standing position, I dipped my knees.
“What are you doing?” He asked.
“Trying to pee standing up,” was my obvious reply.
The pleasurable build up of pressure in the waterworks began, then the flow stopped before it started. I waited, relaxed and felt the slight trickle as I looked towards Jay; a single drop escaped, then the rest refused to fall. I was bursting by now, desperate to empty my bladder.
As I squeezed my muscles to force the issue, the stream began, but it stopped as soon as I stopped pushing. I didn’t mind Jay watching me while I peed. In fact, I usually enjoyed it to the point of arousal. This night was different. I was doing this. I began to understand Jay’s bashful bladder.
“Now, who’s having difficulty?” He said.
“Not difficult, just taking its time. And your comments aren’t helping.”
It was definitely not as easy for a girl to pee in this position rather than squatting, but I was determined to do it. I had a point to make. I averted my gaze from Jay and looked round while trying to relax those pelvic floor again. A trickle came and, rather than hitting the undergrowth, hit my thigh and rolled down my leg. The flow stopped again.
Since the valved had opened once, it seemed to come easier this time. I ignored the wet as I pissed on my thigh again and the trickle became a flow.
Arousal combined with the awkward position meant a lack of directional control. My thighs continued to get a squirt or two, which then ran down my legs to join the squirts that hit my ankles. I no longer cared, though, because Jay was enjoying it and I was getting a buzz.
Then Jay did something entirely unexpected. He put his hand right into the warm flow and turned his fingers so they were a fraction of an inch from my opening. The splashes hit my thighs and ran all over his wrist. His hand raised until he touched the source, having the same effect as putting a finger on the end of a flowing tap. He let go as he jumped back to avoid the splashes.
My God! That made me horny!
I finished pissing and grabbed my knickers from Jay’s hand. I dried myself off with the knickers, while my free hand explored Jay’s groin. His prick was at full attention, ready to give me its full attention.
I led Jay to the car by his wet hand and shoved him in. Closing the door behind me, I unzipped his fly and unpopped his top button. I had barely released his cock when my mouth slid down its length, tasting the saltiness Bayan escort Ankara of his pee as I did.
As awkward as the back seat of a Hillman Hunter was, Jay turned me around and returned the favour. His jeans and briefs (yes, he wore them in those days) had slid down his arse as he assumed the awkward kneeling position. He clamped his mouth around my love bud and began alternately sucking and flicking with his tongue. I leaned back, eyes closed in ecstasy. Already aroused from the activity in the woods, the thought that Jay was sucking the pee from my wet sex made me more so.
Jay stopped as I was getting close to orgasm and climbed up, ready to dock his love boat. I looked over his shoulder and met an unfamiliar pair of eyes peering in through the window. I screamed. Jay startled.
“What?” He shouted, as the face beneath the eyes disappeared.
“There’s someone watching us.”
Jay turned to see a figure running into the distance. He shot out of the car, struggling to pull up his jeans.
“No Jay! Don’t!” I called.
“You fucking pervert!” He shouted at the retreating voyeur.
Lying back with my fanny exposed to the chill wind blowing into the car, I couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of Jay battling with his clothes. He let out a yell as his zip attacked his unruly penis.
My heart was racing from the fright as I shuffled out of the car, panting, but not from arousal. I hugged Jay, asking, “I suppose the urge has left you?”
“A bit,” he responded.
“Me too,” I said. “Shall we drive down to the beach?”
“Why not?” He said.
“What did you think you were going to do if you caught up with him?” I asked Jay as we drove down the East Lancashire Road.
“What? Nothing,” was his reply. “I wasn’t going to chase him. I’m a lover, not a fighter.”
“You certainly are!” I grinned. “I’m glad.”
“It’s not as if he’d done anything really wrong.”
“What! He terrified me. And I don’t want people staring at me like that.”
“Come on. What would you do if you saw someone having sex in a car?”
“That’s different. I wouldn’t put my face right up to the window.
“Come on,” he said, “It’s not like you’ve never flashed your fanny at a stranger.”
“Yeah! On my terms.” I was indignant. “What are you trying to say about me?”
“Nothing. Just trying to make light of it.”
“Make light of it!” I began.
“Okay. Stop. Wrong expression. I was trying to ease your distress. Okay?”
I just looked out of the window.
***
It was about half past midnight when we arrived at the coast guard car park. The tide was high, and we sat watching the waves toing and froing, not speaking, just relaxing. I wound down my window to take in the sounds of the surf while we listened to late night local radio.
“Let’s go for a walk,” I suggested, “Moonlit walk among the sand dunes.”
“Sounds nice.” Jay replied.
A path, of sorts, traced the line of rubble that had been piled up over the years as a rudimentary form of costal defence. The sand dunes lay the other side of the path, with the golf course beyond. We’d spent many a summer night on that golf course in our first year together, but we didn’t play golf.
Eventually, the path ran out, and we and we strained to push our way through some of the sand dunes. I didn’t know what I had in mind; well, yes I did. After about half a mile, I spotted a glow in the distance. It wasn’t the small town that lay beyond, as that was at least another mile. The glow flickered.
“Someone’s got a bonfire going,” I said, pointing.
“Oh, yes.”
“Let’s go investigate. Pretend we’re the famous five.”
“Erm… there’s just two of us,” Jay corrected.
“The famous two, then.”
“Doesn’t fit. It’s got to start with the same letter.”
“Okay, smart arse! How about the Prominent Pair?”
“Better.”
“Okay! Let’s go investigate. Pretend we’re the Prominent Pair.”
“Yeah, okay, George.” He grinned.
As we drew closer to the glow, we could hear voices. It sounded like singing.
“They seem to be having a good time,” Jay said.
“They seem to be over those sand dunes.”
We struggled up one of the sand dunes, keeping low in case they didn’t want to be disturbed. As we neared the top, we crouched right down. We made the last few feet on our bellies.
We peered over the top and looked down into a valley between the dunes. It was more than a valley; it was more like a crater between the dunes. All around was lit by the warm, orange glow of the small fire the burned in the middle. Circling the fire stood was a group of people. I could tell they were men and woman because of their relative heights and shapes, but they dressed head to toe in black robes.
The group chanted as they circled the fire clockwise.
“Shit!” I gasped as I realised. “They’re witches!”
“Fuck me! They are! Let’s get out of here.”
“Can we help you?” the dark voice came from a robed male as we turned.
I screamed, but the hooded figure clamped his hand around my mouth to prevent me.
“Shh!” he whispered, “You’ll disturb the ritual.”
We were both frozen. I was staring straight into demonic, flickering red eyes.
“Don’t hurt us,” Jay stuttered, “We were just…”
“Shh!” the figure said again. “Don’t be a Wally! We don’t hurt people.”