Chapter 44

Anne woke up at a quarter past five in the morning. ‘Oh, God I must be mad!’ she thought, as she picked her way foggily through her early morning routine.

Downstairs she found Denise, wearing a bathrobe, with coffee ready to pour. 
 
“Good morning, Anne,” she said quietly. “Stan’s gone back to sleep. He’ll wait up for you tonight. I’ll sleep in the spare room, but I’ll stay up as well – I want to hear how your first day went!”

Anne almost fell into a chair at the table. “Monday, the 15th of January, 2007. The day I fell apart.” Elbows on the table, she held her head in her hands.

“A day that will live in infamy!” Denise giggled. Anne looked at her through her fingers like a child for a moment, then couldn’t help but follow her by dissolving into laughter herself.

“I take myself too seriously, don’t I?” she said, through the fits.

“Sometimes, Anne,” Denise answered, then, more soberly, “But you are doing something that needs you to be serious sometimes, you know.”

Anne ducked her head, acknowledging that point. “Actually, while I’m working on it I’ll need to be serious all the time, Denise.”

“That’s all the more reason to blow off steam every once in a while, I guess!” came back the answer, but Anne stood and told her, “Not now, Denise. Now, I’ve got to get moving. I’ll talk to you later.”

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Anne took the train into London, joining the army of commuters heading into London every weekday. Driving in was, she’d been told, “Very inadvisable” by Maggie, and “Well nigh bloody impossible!” by Sid.

In all, including her driving and parking at her local railway station, and waiting times, the journey to Southgate tube station took almost two hours. It was almost eight a.m. by the time Anne walked into the office of Boundless Waves for the first time.

She took in the room at a glance. Apple-green walls, light-oak reception desk. Four desks over to her left, currently unoccupied. There was a closed office door behind the receptionist, and another on the far left.

Anne moved to the reception desk and introduced herself.

“Hi, I’m Anne and I’m supposed to be starting here this morning. Anyone else about?”

“Good morning, Ms Berkely. I was told to expect you. Doctor Thoroughgood will be in shortly. He telephoned this morning to say he’d be in at around ten o’clock. I’m Valerie, by the way, Valerie Shoemaker. In the meantime, may I offer you a cup of coffee, or a tea, perhaps?”

Valerie was a lady in her early thirties at Anne’s guess, with dark brown curly hair and similar coloured eyes. There was, perhaps, a hint of an oriental slant to them that gave her face a slightly exotic look. Her accent was pure upper-class Kensington. She spoke with a formality that belied the liveliness in her eyes and the smile on her lips.

Anne and Valerie chatted away while they were drinking their tea and waiting. Valerie handled a couple of calls, dealing with them with an easy competence.

“How did you come to take a job with Sid and Ken?” asked Anne.

“Oh, I’ve known Kenneth for quite a while. We met at a party, and when Sydney approached Kenneth with his idea for a company, Ken asked if I would like to come in as well. I wasn’t doing anything else, as I’d left my last job several months ago.” She leaned forward and said in a lower voice, “Personality clash.” In a normal tone she resumed, “So I said ‘Of course!’ and here I am. Perhaps now we’ll really get things moving!”

The two chatted until Sid arrived, looking hot and harassed.

“Hello, Anne! Welcome aboard, my dear. Sorry I wasn’t here when you arrived, I was meeting with some potential backers. Sadly, I think they’ll remain potential ones, but one has to try. Come on, let’s get you set up ready to get going. Your workstation only arrived yesterday, we haven’t had time to install everything yet.”

The rest of the day was spent with Sid setting up her machine ready for use. There was a lot of trial and error in his approach to this, and Anne was getting frustrated before the end of the day. But progress was made, and by eight PM she appeared to have an operational system, with all the necessary software installed and registered. Satisfied, Sid leant back in the chair he’d pulled up next to the machine.

“It always seems to be so much more work than necessary to setup a computer. Still, that’s done. We can get started in earnest tomorrow.”

Anne arrived at Stan’s house a little after half past ten that evening, tired, and the more she thought about it, frustrated as well. She’d spent the whole day and achieved absolutely nothing.

‘Well, not nothing I suppose,’ she thought. ‘Sid doesn’t change. Always has to do things himself, even if he’s figuring things out as he goes along. Now, at least, I have an operating system to do some work on. Perhaps I can make a proper start tomorrow.’

Anne opened the door and hung up her coat. As promised, Stan and Denise were waiting up for her. There were hugs and kisses from both. Denise snorted when Anne described her day…

“Setting up one of those systems can take a while, but it shouldn’t have taken that long! Still, I can understand if you’ve got your boss doing it – unless he’s used to that sort of thing it’s likely he’d have trouble.” 

Anne was enjoying simply being with Stan, unwinding. It was good to share the experience of the day with Denise, too. With Stan’s arms around her for comfort, and Denise laughing with her at some of the missteps Sid had made, Anne relaxed more and more.

Finally, Denise stood up, saying, “You eyes are drooping, Anne. Time Stan took you to bed. I’ll see you in the morning.” She bent and gave Stan a kiss goodnight. “I’ll see you later in the morning, lover!”

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Before the end of the week a pattern had already emerged in Anne’s life at Boundless Waves. She would arrive to find Valerie comfortably and competently in place. Anne would begin by doing some design work, when Sid would arrive and begin making suggestions to her. These suggestions would be good ones, but contrary to the ideas Anne believed appropriate, and she would have to spend time defending her ideas.

Ken would arrive around mid-day, immediately hit the phones and be on them almost non-stop for a couple of hours. Then he’d be out for a long lunch with someone or another, buttering them up. Valerie would leave at five o’clock each afternoon. Ken would pop back into the office, collect his messages and hit the phones again for an hour or so, then leave at about six or half-past.

Sid would work on, ‘helping’ Anne. Anne wasn’t secure enough in her position yet to tell him to leave well enough alone, but by Friday morning she found herself grinding her teeth. Still, she was making slow but steady progress.

“The worst part of the old-boy network is having to speak to some of them. Crashing bores, you know!” Ken confided to Anne on Friday afternoon, before leaving for another lunch date.

It was about 4:30 pm that same Friday afternoon that Ken called out of his office door, “Anyone know how to fix this damn computer?”

Sid entered and took a look, but he emerged a minute or so later, a worried look upon his face. “Anne, could you take a look at Ken’s PC please? It’s refusing to do as it’s told again, and I’ve got a meeting with a potential customer in about five minutes. Ken’s got to attend too, so you’ll have a clear field.”

Anne was deep into her design mindset, and did not appreciate being pulled out of it. But she was still ‘the new girl’, and it was clearly something she’d have to put up with. Everyone must ‘Pay their dues…’ 

“Um. Okay, Sid. Give me a moment here, and I’ll go in and see what I can do.”

A couple of hours later and suddenly Anne realised she’d still not been into Ken’s office. After saving her work, she scurried in and took a look.

Ken was trying to print a document and it wasn’t looking right, according to the scribbled note he’d left. Anne spent a couple of hours checking out font and driver versions and such before finally fixing it. Relieved, she went back to her workstation, to find herself alone in the office once more.

Anne sat back in her chair, gazing into infinity for a moment. She wondered how Stan and Denise were getting on, what they were doing.

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Denise had taken her own car that morning, as she’d be dropping into her house later to pick up some clothes, do some laundry and a little housework. She got home, completed her chores and in no time at all it was already half past six. Denise was tired, hungry and feeling in need of a shower.

Her shower over and feeling more relaxed, she phoned Stan to see if he was interested in getting some food delivered or had already fixed himself something.

“Come on around, Denise, I’ll get some pizza delivered.” Scant minutes later she was hanging up her coat in Stan’s hallway. Stan greeted her with a kiss and an embrace that left no doubt as to his intentions.

“Hmm, feeling frisky tonight, Stan?” she murmured into his ear.

“Mmmm. If that’s okay – I mean, I don’t mean to take you for granted.”

Denise kissed him quickly and whispered in his ear, “Tonight you’re in luck, sailor!” Leaning back, she put her hands on her hips, slowly licked her lips and challenged, “If you’re up for it, that is!”

She reached forward to Stan’s crotch. He wasn’t fully hard… yet.

Stan pulled back, embarrassed, but then shrugged slightly as she pulled him into her arms again. “Brazen wench!” she heard faintly in her ear as she ground herself against him. Stan pulled back for a moment, adjusting himself. “Getting better!” she said, grinning now.

“Ooh! I know how to get you really going!” she told him, and grabbed Stan’s hand. She drew him with her into the bathroom, shut the door after them and pushed him against the wall. Then, to Stan’s amazement, she reached under her white skirt and pulled off her panties.

She sat on the toilet seat and beckoned Stan forward in front of her. Denise began to pee and, as they heard the pattering into the bowl, she saw Stan’s eyes flickering between his feet and the front of the bowl, where, she knew, he was watching everything. Denise finished, wiped and stood, reaching for him. Stan came to her, his cheeks bright red with embarrassment but now obviously very aroused. Denise was a little startled when he took her by the hips and moved her to the bath, turning her so she was bent over into it. She heard his zip and moistened her lips in anticipation.

She heard Stan move, then felt him as he entered her in one smooth movement. It was a good job that Denise was turned on by what she’d done. Stan didn’t give her time to get used to him but plunged deeply in. They quickly established a rhythm and Denise felt herself becoming even more aroused.

Suddenly Stan was no longer inside her. “No!” she heard, and realised it was her own voice as Stan pulled her up and turned her around. They kissed briefly before Denise reached down. “I want to suck you, Stan,” she practically growled as she sank to her knees on the rug in the centre of the bathroom floor. Her mouth watered as she luxuriously licked the underside of his cock, tasting herself on him before fastening her lips around the deep purple bulb.

Denise sucked Stan slowly, carefully, lovingly for several minutes. She knew Stan’s control was hanging by a thread, so she held the base of his cock tightly for a minute. “Do you want to come inside me, Stan, or would you like to decorate my face?” she asked, and felt Stan’s eagerness. “I guess I’m going to get a creamy facial!” she smiled.

Stan put one of his hands on his cock; she felt him take over jacking himself. She closed her eyes and rested the palms of her hands on her thighs. She wondered what she looked like, still dressed, hair dishevelled and face flushed, just waiting for Stan’s cum.

Then she felt it, hot and wet on her cheek. She almost felt scalded for a moment and then felt another rope of cum across her nose and mouth. Further drops fell across her face and left eye, which she screwed solidly shut. Finally she felt and heard Stan move, dropping to the rug with her.

Carefully Denise opened her right eye. Stan was on his knees, resting on his heels. His softening, glistening penis was still in his right hand, but his eyes were fixed firmly on Denise’s face. She winked her good eye at him, and he smiled back, still in the thrall of his orgasm.

“Wait there, Stan. I want to see!” she told him. She felt the cum drifting down her face and wanted to see what it looked like before it really dripped, so she stood and went to the mirror.

She saw her face, one side scrunched up as she kept her left eye firmly closed, with two white ropes of cum and several smaller drops. She hadn’t noticed a further, thinner rope of cum in her hair. It was, she had to admit, an amazingly erotic sight.

“I owe you for that, Denise,” she heard Stan say. “That was incredibly erotic, all of it.”

Stan got up and stood behind her, resting his hands on her hips, not touching her elsewhere.

“I thought you’d like it, Stan,” she told his reflection. “You can look after me next.”

“I don’t think little Stan’s going to be ready for a while,” he told her, “But I can think of other ways…”

Denise grabbed some tissue and wiped off her face. “If those ways don’t involve taking me to bed and eating me, you ought to think of new ideas, Stan!” she told him. He turned her again so that she was facing him and kissed her, passionately. “I’d like that above all things,” he told her quietly. “Starting now.”

He took her hand.

As he drew her into the bedroom she asked, “What were you planning on doing just before I sucked you, Stan? You were screwing seven bells out of me, then you pulled out and turned me around. Why?”

“I dunno, really. I was feeling like it was all going too fast, I think. I wanted to change the pace. I didn’t expect your offer to decorate your face like that. But then I wasn’t expecting anything specific in the bathroom, either.”

They were now in Stan’s room. Denise sat on the bed and patted the space next to her, indicating Stan should sit.

“I’m a firm believer in exploring things,” she told him. “Sometimes you can do that with actions, sometimes with words. While we’re waiting for you to get ready for action again,” she said, stroking his limp, damp penis lightly, “we can talk a little.”

Stan smiled at her. “Do we have to sit here to talk, or can we get into bed?”

“Whichever you like, Stan.” She stood and stripped her top off in a single motion, then reached behind her back for the clasp of her pretty pink-and-white bra. “But you’d better learn to keep up!”

Stan removed his clothes as quickly as he could, nearly falling over while standing on one leg attempting to wrench off one of his shoes. A few moments later they were in bed, Denise’s face close to his, still giggling a little over his antics.

Just then they heard the doorbell ring.

“Shit! The pizza!” Stan exclaimed. Denise just laughed and leapt out of bed.

“My bathrobe’s hanging up behind the bathroom door!” Stan called.

A short time later Denise came back up nude, bearing a pizza with the rest of the food arranged on the box, along with a large cola bottle balanced on top. She was smiling. In fact, she could hardly keep everything steady as she was trembling with mirth.

“You didn’t…” Stan spluttered, in disbelief.

“I did! It was great! You should have seen the young guy’s face! He didn’t bother waiting for a tip, he just stood there, mouth open, as I said ‘Thank you,’ and he just said, ‘Okay,’ and went. It was all I could do not to laugh out loud, it was so funny.”

Now that Stan was getting over the initial shock, he could almost see the funny side. Still…

“Did any of the neighbours see you?” he asked her, a little worried.

“I don’t think so. It’s dark, and I wasn’t there for long. But I expect pizza delivery to be really good from now on!”

She put the food down on the bed and went around to crawl in beside her lover.

“I love you” she told him, pecking him on the cheek.

“I love you, too,” Stan replied automatically.

“I know you do,” she purred. “I love turning you on, I love the fact that you do things that turn me on, too, that you care for me, both in bed and out. I love that you don’t mind me being a little kinky with you – or a lot kinky, though we’ve not explored all that much yet. I love that you’re not judgemental, that you’ll indulge me and let me indulge you. I love you, Stan.” She kissed him once more, this time it was more than just a simple peck, though they were careful with the food on the bed. Denise broke the kiss, announcing “I’m starving – let’s eat before it gets cold!”

After they’d polished off the food – both had raised quite an appetite – Denise said, wiping her lips, “We never did have that little talk, Stan. You have a little fetish, seeing a lady pee. Well, seeing me pee, at least. Is that as far as it goes?”

Stan looked uncomfortable, but did his best to answer.

“Well, I don’t really know. No, that’s not really true, either. You know, there are sites on the net for just about anything? Well, I used to be a member of a site that was all about ladies wetting their knickers. Caron found out, and I stopped. But until I found out about the site, I thought I was weird. Then I found that there were enough people like me to form a small community online.”

He fell silent for a while. Just as Denise thought she’d have to encourage him to continue, he went on, “I had a whole different persona online. It was odd, like I was someone else altogether. Did you ever role-play when you were younger, Denise?”

“No, but I knew some people who did.”

“Well, it was like that. I was playing the role of Jim_Beamstar, that was the name I used. He liked bourbon, not real whisky. He also liked girls to pee their panties, and wasn’t afraid to say so. God, I haven’t confessed this to anyone, ever before. I can’t believe I’m telling you this!”

“It’s okay, Stan. I don’t think it’s actually, technically, a fetish, even.”

“Huh?”

“I think a fetish is when you can’t get aroused without it. You can. You most definitely can! No, I think it’s just something that turns you on, a little unusual, maybe even a little kinky, but no more than that. Now, sir, somebody down there seems to have woken up. All this pervy talk about sex has me turned on beyond belief! Would you…”

Stan looked at Denise, her red hair framing her pretty face, lit up by her smile. But it was her soft grey eyes that pulled him in. They were full of love, coupled with a sparkle of playfulness. Would he!

“Oh, I think I’d love to make love to you, Denise. Right now!”

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Anne had made steady progress the second week, but she was still being interrupted by frequent problems with the various computers in use. If it wasn’t her own workstation, it was Ken’s computer, or Sid’s, or even the Fax machine. Most of the time it was easy to fix and didn’t take long, but it interrupted her concentration.

Anne had woken every morning to find Denise was up, making Anne’s breakfast. She was incredibly grateful to the younger woman for doing this favour. Denise blew off her expression of thanks with a smile and a shrug. It made an enormous difference to Anne’s day, just simply getting up so early in the morning and yet having someone to talk (quietly!) to, drink coffee with, and have breakfast prepared by. She didn’t feel alone.

When she came home each night, wired and frustrated by the day and the travelling and the coffee, Stan would be there with hot chocolate, a listening ear, and lightly tracing touches that soothed Anne’s body. Some time later Anne would be relaxed enough to sleep, and on Thursday she had simply fallen asleep in Stan’s arms on the sofa. Stan had to wake her to help her up the stairs and into bed, where her last thought was of his warm embrace.

That Friday night Stan greeted Anne wearing his bathrobe. Anne was tired, but not too tired to make the obvious connection.

“How’s Denise?” she asked as she hung up her coat.

“She’s fine, sleeping by now I think.” He smirked, and then cleared his expression. “Are you going to be working tomorrow?”

“Yes,” Anne said with a deep sigh as she sat down. “I’m afraid so, and for a few Saturdays to come, as well.”

“Okay. Getting home this sort of time again?”

“I can try to be earlier if –“

“No, that’s not what I was trying to say. Tomorrow I’m taking Denise out, so I wanted to tell you that if we’re not back by the time you get home, not to worry!”

“She deserves it. So do you. Thank you!”

“For what? We’re only doing what we said we’d do. We’re going to look after you, Anne.”

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On Sunday, Anne woke up. She was alone. The sun was shining against the curtains, and she blinked against the light.

She could hear music playing from downstairs, and smiled as she recognised it. Stan must be indulging himself again – “Dreamboat Annie” by Heart was, she knew, something he played quite often.

Anne stretched, luxuriating in the knowledge that she didn’t have to get up for work. Not today. Wondering what time it really was, she rolled over and looked at the clock.

That couldn’t be right. Half past twelve? She’d slept the morning through!

She got up and found Stan’s bathrobe. Throwing it on, with a moment’s disorientation over fastening the wrong side, she walked to the stairs and went down.

The door to the living room was open. Just before she walked in she saw two bodies, joined, moving in the age-old rhythm. A red-haired feminine shape was on top, undulating, head thrown back. Denise’s back was to the door and Stan was watching her, not looking to see if someone was coming down the stairs.

Anne crept away. She slowly walked back up the stairs. It was one thing, she thought, to know and even to hear, but altogether something else to see Stan and Denise together like that.

Partway up the stairs she stopped, thinking. She opened up the bathrobe and looked at her stiff nipples, smelt her own arousal. Undeniably she’d been turned on by what she’d seen. She wanted to see more. ‘It can’t do any harm, surely?’ she thought and crept back again.

Anne stood by the side of the door, peering in, hardly breathing. She was so turned on by it that her hand dropped to her crotch and she began to finger herself without realising it. She heard Denise’s soft cry, partly contained, and saw her body stiffen and jerk on Stan’s crotch. She saw Stan’s face contort a short while afterwards, heard his grunts as he, too, tried to contain the sound. Anne felt an odd gratitude, odd because this was her lover making love to another woman and yet it felt so right, and they were being so considerate, trying not to wake her.

She watched as Denise collapsed forwards onto Stan, and saw him take her in his arms. She couldn’t hear the words but she knew they were talking softly to each other.

Anne could no longer stay silent. She walked into the room, clapping softly and said, “Bravo!”

Stan stiffened, presumably in surprise, but then relaxed. Denise turned her head and twisted a little to see over her shoulder.

“Oh! Hi Anne. You saw?”

“Yes, Denise, Stan. Good morning – though yours seems to have been better than mine! But thank you for letting me sleep.”

Stan reached out an arm towards her and she moved to him, offering herself for a kiss that Anne made the most of. She felt Denise and Stan move and make room between them, and she sat there, in her bathrobe kissing Stan who was naked and reeking of just-had-sex, when she felt a very feminine hand stroke her back. Now it was her turn to stiffen in surprise and then relax.

Stan slipped his hand inside the robe and parted it. She felt a thrill, as she was pulled against him, skin to skin. She moaned and deepened the kiss, feeling Denise stroking her back though the robe while Stan’s arm was around her inside it.

Anne broke the kiss and looked at each of the two people she loved. She was home, in the arms of her lovers, and it was the right place.

Even if it was in the arms of her naked lovers, still flushed from making love together.

“I’m sorry I watched, you two, but it was so exciting.”

“I can tell, Anne. Your fingers are still wet,” Denise answered with an impish grin in her eye. Then she gave Anne a particular look. “Do you want us to take care of you, love?”

Anne knew that question was going to come up, how could it not, but she was surprised at her own reaction. So much so that she denied it immediately, “No, no, that’s all right, Denise. I – I’m not really ready for that. Maybe Stan can give me more than just a cuddle, tonight?”

Anne’s borrowed bathrobe had fallen off one shoulder, which Stan nuzzled. “Of course, love. Whatever you want,” he told her. Denise smiled and told her “Yes, Anne. Whatever you need, my love.” (Was the smile a little tight?)

All three cuddled into one another and before long Anne relaxed. She soon felt utterly content, in the arms of her family.

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