Nandita To Nandini
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Those of you who don't remember England in the first three-quarters of the Twentieth Century won't have any idea just how quiet it could be early on a Sunday morning. Only in certain God-fearing areas of North Wales and the Western Isles of Scotland will you experience anything similar today.
Some corner shops would open for a few hours to sell milk, bread, sweets and newspapers, but anything else was almost impossible to find - even petrol stations were closed unless they were on a main road. The motorway network we now take for granted was under construction, and most people lived and worked locally. There was very little traffic on a Sunday morning, and most of it was going to or returning from church, and then later going to join relatives for Sunday Lunch.
Pubs tended not to do food in those days anyway, a lot of hotel dining rooms were only open to residents, and the normal butcher, baker and greengrocer type of shops were never open on a Sunday or Bank Holiday. There were no huge Superstores or out of town shopping centres, and the Do-it-yourself industry had yet to be born.
(Now, of course, with the almost complete relaxation of the Sunday trading laws, Sunday is just like any other day; in fact the shops seem even busier than the other days of the week as people go out in family groups. Even the Welsh pubs are now open on a Sunday, though not the Hebridean ones.)
Knowing that the Clifton shops would all be shut, we had therefore asked the twins to lay in some presents for their parents; a bottle of sherry for Mr Carter and some flowers and chocolates for his wife.
Yes, we knew that on Sundays you could quite often get cut flowers from a van sitting on the side of the road near a town's cemetery, but there was no guarantee of availability or of freshness, and we simply didn't want to take the chance.
(Someone had once told me a story of a chap forgetting to buy flowers for his mother-in-law when going for Sunday lunch, pinching a fresh bunch off a grave on the way, but not noticing until far too late the little label that said 'Grandad - greatly missed by all your grieving family'. Naturally, it was one of those 'my brother had a mate whose cousin... ' stories, but I could imagine it happening.)
There was no taxi at the new Parkway rank, and we had to walk what seemed like half-way to Filton before we saw one cruising back towards the station, and we hailed it. It got us to Clifton in good time, and we sat on a bench overlooking the Gorge until just before midday, nervously chatting and holding hands.
The sun was shining, and there were a number of people out for a walk along the Gorge and the Downs, with assorted dogs, children and bicycles. It was a scene of Bank Holiday weekend domestic tranquility, and I hoped that we weren't about to spoil the general peacefulness by upsetting the twins' parents.
Julie nudged me.
"It's twelve o'clock!"
We got up from the bench, and Julie checked yet again that my tie was still done up properly. I patted down the suit to check that the pocket flaps were in the correct place, and looked at her for approval.
I resisted the temptation to hold her hand - after all, here in Bristol she was Adrian's girlfriend. We started walking down Caledonia Place.
"Oh well, 'Once More Unto The Breach, Dear Friends!', I think."
"Oooh, you are showing off today! Quoting Shakespeare!"
"Yup, King Henry - 'Cry God For Harry'!"
"Which one?"
"Errrrr. Not the Eighth, he had all those wives. Not the Seventh - so the Sixth?"
"Nice try darling, but completely wrong. Henry the Fifth, Act Three."
"I was only one out!"
"A miss is as good as a mile?"
I laughed, acknowledging defeat.
We were now at the street door, and Julie pressed the bell.
We heard the sound of shoes on the stone staircase, and Adrian opened the door to us.
"Great to see you! Thanks for coming over! Did you bring those for Mum? She'll love them!"
His voice was saying one thing, his hand was pointing us to the covered space under the stairs where they kept their bikes. I tiptoed over and picked up the presents for his parents, and quietly rejoined them as they ascended the stairs.
The twins' parents were waiting by the fireplace in the living room; Sheila came forward from the kitchen alcove to join us, and we were introduced. Mr and Mrs Carter seemed several years older than my parents, which would make them a similar age to Julie's. They were very neatly dressed, and I was very glad that I had taken the trouble to wear a suit, even if it was only borrowed from Malcolm.
I took care to stand up tall with my shoulders back, give them both a firm hand-shake, and look them straight in the eyes; Dad had taught us how to make the best first impression we could.
"Delighted to meet you at last, Mrs Carter!"
"And you too, Jonathan. And thank you for the flowers and chocolates! Sheila and Adrian have told us a lot about both of you, and how kind you were to them when they visited Sian in Cardiff last summer."
I tried not to let any shock show in my face. I was desperately hoping that she had no idea JUST how kind we had been to them.
The twins had visited us with the main intention of losing their virginities before they went to University, and apart from encouraging them to share each others first time, all Julie, Vee, Sian and I had really done for them was to thoroughly test everyones sexual stamina once the twins had. I had been surprised that any of us managed to walk to the railway station to see them off on the Tuesday after four passion-filled days and nights.
Luckily, she took my silence as modesty.
"Yes, we thought it was wonderful of you to take the trouble to show them around Cardiff and the University; Sheila was raving about the art collection at the Museum when she got home. I do believe that visiting you all gave them the confidence to come to Bristol, because they realised that they could survive away from home."
"Err, it was a real pleasure to show them around, no trouble at all! We discovered that they were great fun, so we kept in touch."
"Mum, don't embarrass poor Jon!"
"And you, Juliet, it was so kind of you to help them decorate the flat during your holidays! Sheila told us how useful it was having an extra pair of hands, and being able to discuss the decoration with someone else."
"Oh no, I really enjoyed it too, Mrs Carter! It was most satisfying clearing out the old mess and making the flat such a bright and cheery place. Sheila and I became good friends chatting at night, and Adrian was very nice about us keeping him awake!"
(Thank the Lord that my Julie was so quick witted! If she was referring to the week when she and the twins were having threesomes in between painting and wallpapering, they most certainly had been keeping Adrian awake - until he could perform no more!)
Julie and I exchanged a quick glance and the meaning was clear - the twins had clearly missed out certain facts when reporting to their parents, so we would have to be on our toes if we weren't to drop them in it. In more modern parlance, they had clearly been economical with the truth, and they hadn't mentioned that Jen and I had been present at that time.
"And then they were kind enough to invite us both over for that Medical School Dinner, and we all realised that we got on very well and enjoyed seeing each other."
Phew! That was the story that we had previously agreed put forward. I just hoped that it stuck. It was a much better starting place than our illicit meetings of the summer holidays.
"Oh yes, I nearly forgot - Sian sends her love, and hopes that she'll see you before too long."
Sheila interrupted us from the kitchen corner.
"I'm just putting the peas on - so please move to the table."
Julie and I quickly excused ourselves to wash our hands after the journey; she went first while I complimented Mr Carter on having found his children such a great flat.
"Clifton's a very pleasant part of town, really coming back into fashion by the look of it. I told my father that you had bought a place because the twins would be here for five years, and he reckoned that it was a smart move. He's still muttering about how much Reading charges for my sister to live in Hall!"
Julie emerged, and with a word of explanation, I went and washed my face and hands. I noticed with amusement that the extra-large bath sheets were missing, and only ordinary sized towels were hung on the rail. Sheila and I had very much enjoyed being able to dry both bodies on one towel at the same time, even if we had got a little distracted...
I got back to the living room to find that the twins had given their parents the end chairs, and were sitting next to us. Sheila gave my thigh a quick squeeze under the table as she sat down next to me, which encouraged me no end.
Sheila had prepared a boiled chicken with white sauce, onions, boiled new potatoes and peas. It was easy to serve, Adrian brought the plates to the table, and we were soon all tucking in.
"Thanks, Sheila, this is a real treat!"
"A pleasure! Glad you could come over and meet Mum and Dad!"
We all raised our glass of wine to our hostess and cook. She glowed with pleasure.
Mrs Carter started talking to us again.
"So, Juliet, what book are you reading at the moment?"
Julie giggled.
"You have to remember that I'm reading English, so the fact that I'm juggling 'Sir Gawaine and the Green Knight' and 'Grapes of Wrath' shouldn't count against me. The last book I read just for pleasure was a Thomas Hardy, 'Far From the Madding Crowd' which was written exactly a hundred years ago."
"Oh yes, I know it well. Gabriel Oak and Bathsheba Everdene?"
"Exactly! Hardy really wrote well describing the Wessex of the day and the social attitudes; I've read most of his books."
"Did you see the film?"
"I haven't - that was about four or five years ago, wasn't it?"
"Yes, I think so, maybe a little bit longer. It was a good film, and pretty faithful to the book. You should go and see it if you ever get the chance."
Sheila collected the empty plates; I tried to help but was told to stay seated by Adrian.
"And how about you, Jonathan, what's on your bedside table at the moment?"
I probably blushed.
"Nothing quite as serious. I'm currently reading a paper on 'Chirality as a tool to test the purity of hydrocarbon distillates' which is for an assignment I've got, but as lighter reading I've got an Alistair McLean novel going; I find that if my head is still spinning around polarised light filters I don't get off to sleep very quickly!"
That didn't get the same enthusiastic reception from Sheila's mother, but it gave her father the chance to ask another question.
"The twins say that you are hoping to work for ICI when you graduate, Jonathan?"
"That's right; they are one of the major employers of chemistry graduates, and if I manage to get a good degree they may well help me study for a doctorate doing some research for them. Several of this year's graduates have been offered jobs with them, and our professor speaks very highly of their commitment to research and development."
"And is career progression good with them?"
"Funnily enough, Prof was complaining that they take some of his best chemists and turn them into managers; I think he takes it as a back-handed compliment on the quality of the course at Cardiff. There's certainly the opportunity to move into the commercial side rather than just do research, and I'd like to do that if I get a chance."
"Do they pay well?"
"It's not a bad salary to start with, not enough to get married on, but once you're established, it's pretty fair."
Mrs Carter coughed, the type of meaningful cough that meant she wanted her husband to do something.
"Jonathan, I hope that your intentions towards our daughter are strictly honourable?"
I nearly laughed out loud; although Sian had told me that her uncle was capable of uttering such strange old-fashioned epithets, I hadn't thought that he would actually do it!
By dint of pinching my thigh with my fingers, I managed to keep the smile off my face and out of my voice. But I didn't dare look at any of the others in case they set me off laughing!
"I'm not quite sure exactly what you mean by that, sir, but I certainly would never hurt Sheila; she's a lovely girl and I hope that we'll always be friends. But we both realise that we are still very young; I'm going to have been working for two years before she qualifies, and we may drift apart as we grow up. I might have to work abroad, and I wouldn't expect Sheila to wait for me and put her own career on hold. We would be very silly to tie ourselves up with an engagement or getting married before Sheila finishes here in Bristol, and I think that we shall just have to see how our relationship goes."
There was silence for a moment while he digested that statement. It clearly wasn't the answer he had anticipated.
But he had the decency to actually think about what I had said, and smiled at me as he responded.
"You know, Jonathan, that wasn't a bad answer! You've clearly been thinking hard about the future, and I'm impressed. Most people your age don't seem to have a thought beyond the next Friday night!"
"My parents talked to us about the long term when we decided that we wanted to take the chance to go to university; they never had that opportunity just after the War, and as part of that discussion, they also pointed out people we knew who had got married early, and were thus unable to do something different with their lives."
"That was one of our worst fears when we first heard that Sheila had a boyfriend. Pamela and I both worked for a while before we met, and I was twenty-eight when we got married. It would be a waste of an expensive education if Sheila gets married before she completes her course, and we're delighted that neither of you want to rush into anything."
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Wife LoversIt had been a long time in coming. Andee wasn’t sure if having to “pay up” for losing a friendly bet with her co-worker was just a passing joke in the hallway, or if he was serious about collecting on it. As a thirty-eight year old mom of two very active boys and career woman, she enjoyed a bit of adventure in her life and this was the second time in a year she had found herself confronted with a sexual complication with her friend. Without question, Andee had been a shameless flirt with Paul,...
Wife LoversBecoming Brandee Chapter Seven Today may be one of the most important days of my new bimbo life. I go for my job interview today. I am so nervous. I so want to get this job. Lisa seems to think I am a shoe in. But I am nervous. I so want this job. It means a lot to me and I think it will mean a lot to Richard and I know it will help continue to rein....reinfer...re...make me more comfortable as a bimbo girl happy in her role.To support me, Lisa came over and we went through my...
Disclaimer: This chapter, like all chapters of the Becoming Brandee series are intended for adult readers only. Reproduction in any form may not be done without permission of the author. Becoming Brandee, Chapter Eleven: Julie and I crawled into bed together spent as Richard retired to his room. However, just before heading up to bed, Benjamin and I shared a private moment at the door before he headed back to his home. He kissed me tenderly and told me that he'd like to see me...
We woke up mid morning the next day. I rang down to the servants house and asked that breakfast be served in about an hour. I hustled Candace into the shower, telling Candy that we couldn't play; I had a big day planned for us. And that of course set off a round of what? and why won't you tell me, and I don't care if it's a surprise, which finally ended with several swats to the ass cheeks and a gesture towards the shower. Point made, game, set, match; for now anyway. I went through...
Disclaimer: Like all chapters of the Brandee series, this one is inteded for adult readers only. Becoming Brandee, Chapter Twelve I am now in my fourth month of my tour of gentleman's clubs and adult bookstores and I am really enjoying myself. Julie came out a few weekends ago and had such a fun time watching me in my glory. She says she is going to finish up her Doctorial work sooner than expected and that we might get some more time together. I would really enjoy that as I...
“We’re here!” Grandma cried as she and Grandpa came through the front door with their suitcases. “Grandma!” the children shouted as quickly the five of them surrounded their Grandparents. Grandma and Grandpa hugged them all – letting their hands grab the firm young asses of their grandchildren. Grandma took special care to press her massive bosom against their chests feeling her nipples harden as she did. Grandpa’s large pecker had been hard since...
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Disclaimer: Like all chapters in the Brandee series, this one is also intended for adults only. And, like all other chapters, no part of this story may be reproduced without permission of the author. Enjoy. Becoming Brandee Chapter Thirteen: I think I was telling you all about my publicity and promotional tour before getting side-tracked by hygiene issues in the last chapter. Let me fill you in on a few of my adventures with some fascinating audience members who've won the "Win...
Flashback - 11 months earlier (Author's notes - the intro takes place 'right after' Andersonville 6) There were fifteen men and women crowded into the small conference area. As Colonel Myers surveyed the room, he noticed most of them, the programmers anyway, were about half his age. Barry shook his head; he was getting old. His goal was to make general before he retired, and the Andersonville project had seemed like the best way to increase his chances. The problem was, he had...
Disclaimer. This chapter, like all chapters of the Becoming Brandee strory, are intended for adult readers only Becoming Brandee Chapter Ten: Now this was totally unexpected. I had initially thought that my wife Julie and I were both to be dates for Richard and suddenly I become very aware that only my wife is Richard's date for the evening. And, once I open the front door, I will be meeting my very own date. "You look divine, Brandee," said my wife encouragingly, "Now make...
Andee folded down the top of her suitcase and zipped it shut. In a few hours she would be back in Canada, back with her husband – and after the past couple days – back on her back as she shared her experiences in Houston with the man waiting at home. She looked at Don propped up against the edge of the desk, hands stuffed into his jeans as her thoughts turned to the fun she had enjoyed on this trip. She could see the disappointment in his face as he knew their time together had come to an end....
Andee folded down the top of her suitcase and zipped it shut. In a few hours she would be back in Canada, back with her husband – and after the past couple days – back on her back as she shared her experiences in Houston with the man waiting at home. She looked at Don propped up against the edge of the desk, hands stuffed into his jeans as her thoughts turned to the fun she had enjoyed on this trip. She could see the disappointment in his face as he knew their time together had come to an end....
Wife LoversWhen we returned home I took Candace to my bedroom, laid her on her back on my bed, and tied her hands and ankles to the head and foot boards of the bed. I kissed her lightly on her lips, then began to kiss and nibble on her cheeks, eyelids, forehead, around to her ears and her neck. Her body was stock still but her breathing was quick and shallow. When I got to the front of her neck I began to work my way down the front of her body. I grabbed the scissors I left on the bed table and cut her...
Becoming Brandee Chapter one: My wife, Julie, peered into the office where I was sitting at one of computer desks typing an IM to a new friend I had recently met on the internet. "Is this the man you have been telling me about?" "It is him, honey. As I've told you he is very different than most of the others I have chatted with online and I find myself really liking him and the way he thinks." She smiled back, "A girl does need a good man to share some of...
Becoming Brandee Chapter Two: Pulling up to his condo I realized that Richard was very well off. He lived in a very exclusive part of the city and his home furnishings matched his stature and good grooming. Looking around I felt like I just had to become his maid as well as girlfriend and make sure this wonderful man had me to look after him as a sweet girl would desire to do for a man who took good care of her. I squealed with delight when he showed me my own room. It couldn't...
It was still early on Sunday night and I had the urge to talk to Marcie. She was comically critical of my commitment to get Smyth laid. "What made you volunteer for such an enormous feat, Sammy?" "I don't know." I did know, but I wasn't ready to admit to Marcie that I had heard Shirley tell me to turn the tables on Smyth for spying on me and my guests. "How do you plan to carry it out?" "I don't know." I really didn't know, but my sub-conscience was working on a plan. "Who...
I put the razor to my face, sliding it over the remaining patches of beard that had grown over the winter. This New Year’s Eve I wanted to look smart for the ladies at the party I was going. I have been going out with Shalini for some time, but I was getting tired of her. I even let Ayan (a dear friend of mine) fuck her brains out in a threesome with me. We fucked both her holes all night long till she could not scream or fight anymore. She couldn’t walk for days after that and stopped speaking...
Andersonville 5 - The Guilty Soul by Kelly Davidson This story is dedicated to all the TG writers out there, who make the days easier to deal with by posting new stories to read each day. Fade in... The sun wasn't even peeking over the hills when the alarm started going off. I hit the snooze button several times but eventually realized I was going to have to get out of bed and get ready for work. I stir slightly, stretching my legs and arms in a poor attempt to wake up. Then...