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Taboo: The Brat and Friend. A threesome made in Heaven is oozing with erotica so if this offends you then move on. If, on the other hand, you find this exciting then pick up a copy and enjoy.
Here is a glimpse of the opening sequence:
July drifted into August and the heatwave continued. Threatened hose-pipe ban and farmers complaining that their harvests were small because of the lack of rain. Aerial photos showed a brown and parched land.
But for the most part everyone was happy. Blue skies and bright sun make people happier, less anxious and stressed. And I was living on my boat. I still had my apartment back home, cheap and cheerful but I was spending more time with the boat. Now I’d spent some time leaning her up and buying new bedding, china, cutlery and general bits and pieces. Practical stuff, low cost. I’d thrown out everything. The boat was in good shape but it hadn’t been used for a couple of
I’d won three quarters of a million on Lotto and had plans but for now I was as frugal as before. Sure I’d replaced everything but cheaply. I wanted to get used to the boat and eventually sail her to Spain where I planned to buy a villa and live. As a writer I could work anywhere. I certainly didn’t intend to stop writing, in fact the money would give me the opportunity to have new opportunities and experiences that I could write about.
When I first bought the boat I stayed in a bed and breakfast place which suited me fine. Now I’d made the boat livable I stayed aboard. There was a small galley in the living area and a bedroom with a double bed. There was a tiny toilet come shower room too. Minute but practical, especially as I was staying over two or three nights. The seating in the lounge converted into a bed so that made two bedrooms. I was having a ball.
I took her out of the Marina every morning and was becoming quite competent. The I sailed the Bay, getting more adventurous each day. I’d started writing again and found the sea swell calming. I was writing about 2000 words, this was more than I wrote back in my tiny apartment. I guess I was happier and able to concentrate here. I was really enjoying myself and looking forward to fulfilling my plans.
Sitting enjoying a coffee and the mobile rang. I didn’t have many friends really and rarely had a call.
“Hi David! This is Gemma. How are you?”
It was a month since Gemma had come down and stayed a few nights in a hotel. My step brother was having some marital problems and he’d asked if his daughter Gemma could stay with me. I think he thought it would give him a breathing space to sort out his marriage. She stayed and turned out to be a 19 year old vixen. We’d both got drunk and I was brave enough to go to her bedroom in the hotel and see if I could get into bed with her. She welcomed me and we had a night of fucking.
“Hi Gemma” I said, wondering if she wanted more, and hoping she did. “How are you?”
“Everything is good, thanks. Can I come down to see you again. You still out in your boat? That was so fun. Just for a few days before I go back to college.”
I thought about it . . . for about 1 second. “Yes That will be fine. I’m staying on the boat now. You know the set up. I’ve spruced everything up now, so it’s looking ship-shape, as they say. The shower room is a bit cramped If you will be comfortable with that then you are welcome.”
“Oh David yes. That will be so good. Can I come in the morning and stay for three days? That won’t be too much trouble will it?”
“No! Of course not. Call me and let me know what time you arrive and I’ll meet you at the station. Any idea what time?” I asked. I didn’t want to take the boat out and have to race back.
“I was thinking of leaving early. Probably get there around 11ish. Is that ok?”
“That sounds good. I’ll have a lie-in and wait to hear from you. See you tomorrow ” and I hung up.
* * *
Next morning I didn’t get up early. I stayed in bed till eight. That was late for me. I had made a list out and went shopping. I needed to stock up. The store was a supermarket express, and they are the same throughout the country so I I knew my way around and was quick.
I had a small fridge and freezer working off gas. I could only keep a couple of days food there. I stored tins and dry goods in a locker under some seating. And I bought some more wine, gin and whisky, juice and sparking water. I’d use all that myself without company.
I got back to the boat and unpacked. Quick look around to check everything out. I didn’t know how it was going to pan out, whether Gemma wanted to sleep in my bed with me or on the lounge bed. I’d play it by ear. I hope for sharing and some sex with a gorgeous 19 year old . She was so hot and last time had been incredible. The first time I’d hade sex for several years and it is like riding a bike. You never forget.
Leaving the boat and walking across to my tiny car I greeted a couple of other owners. The marina is quite a community and everyone speaks, if only a cheerful greeting. Maybe it was the environment, away from work and home, mortgages and bills, but I didn’t see anyone looking downcast.
I drove to the train station and parked up. 20 minutes free parking for Railway business the sign said. That would be long enough, the train was due in five minutes. I walked across to the station and waited on the concorde with the other ten or so people who were obviously there to welcome family or friends. I had a few minutes and tried to guess who they were meeting. A middle-aged couple waiting for their university offspring? An older guy with a beard, looks like an academic might be waiting for a colleague, maybe a visiting lecturer. The there was a young guy: I bet he was waiting for his girlfriend. There were other but I could see the train approaching slowly pulling into the station. This was the end of the line and the train slowed and stopped just short of the bumpers fixed to the track.
It always seems to take ages for the passengers to disembark so my thoughts went back to the waiting crowd . Now the first passengers were coming through the barrier. Many had wheeled cases they were pulling and came through the wider barrier for disabled people. The standard ones seemed just too narrow for ease. How wrong you can be. The young guy welcomed another guy and they kissed. Then they walked off hand in hand, both good looking and looking like sports-guys. Got that wrong. The academic type met a young woman and they held hands looking at each other, not related I was sure, looked like a more romantic. Looked like they wanted to embrace but perhaps not here in the middle of the passengers streaming around them.
Where was Gemma? People still emerging. Finally I saw her. She was hatting to a girl about the same age, nineteen or so. They were in animated conversation. Probably met on the train and chatted all the way. Gemma looked smart as usual, red jacket, plait and beret like I remember the first time I saw her. Through the barrier and I stepped forward to greet her. She turned to the other girl as if to say goodbye but she didn’t.
She turned back to me “David thank you so muck for putting up with me again” the she turned to the girl “This is Tina. She’s my best friend. I hope you don’t mind her coming too”
What did she mean? Had she brought along a friend without asking? We could manage but why hadn’t she asked.
I held my hand out “Nice to meet you Tina” I said, smiling.
“Thank you for having me, letting me stay with Gemma. “ I looked at her. 19 years old, long blond hair, baby blue eyes, short. Petit I guess with a good figure from what I could see. She was smartly dressed like Gemma, wearing a lightweight cream, almost blazer jacket over a sky-blue blouse and navy blue skirt with heels. They both looked stunning. But all my expectations of sex with Gemma were evaporating fast. Maybe last time was a one-off and Tina was her safety net.
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