An Intriguing Romance Pt. 4, a short story by KiwiDreamer. Date added: 2012-02-21. Times viewed: 1945.
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- Intro: Young Scotty makes a play for Alain after polo game and finds his first choice is Lacey
PART 4 (Final)
On Saturday nothing was said about Lacey Ferry being over-dressed for polo because she’d told the family she had a date with Alain Jones that evening and would be staying with him until Monday morning.
Relations between Lacey and her mom were only just warming again after plunging when Lacey had announced she’d resigned and hadn’t found a replacement position.
Lacey’s father Luke disappeared been she made that announcements but her two sisters hovered in the chance of seeing blood on the floor and it was worth the wait.
Lacey presented them with the performance of her life going head to head with her mother and won with Innes being reduced to tears which was a rare experience for her. At no time did Lacey hint of Alain’s optimistic hope that his father would talk to her about job prospects. It wasn’t her intention to do anything to have Alain’s standing with her family de-rated if the bid failed.
After the tense 10-minute squabble, Innes finally threw up her hands and sobbing said, “Well make sure you do find better employment.”
At the private polo ground they went to Table Eight as Alain had instructed where there was seating for ten people. Complimentary champagne, whisky, gin and beer were served. As the crowed build up so did the atmosphere and suddenly a gorgeous young woman appeared beside Lacey and said, “Excuse me ma’am but are you Lacey?”
“Yes. Um are you Sophia?”
“Indeed. Alain is officiating so asked me to say hello; he will join you within an hour. I must hurry back to his mother who needs me to help her remember names. We are catering for two hundred people today so names are a struggle.”
“Sophia, please take two minutes to meet my parents and sisters.”
When Sophia glided away Scotty said: “Wow, what a babe. I reckon she’s only a couple of years older than me but acts ten years older. She’s so sophisticated. I almost died when you introduced me as Scotty. But then she stroked my hair and with a tinkle laugh said what a cute name. I almost had an orgasm.”
“Scota!”
“Hi mom,” Scotty said, cheeks burning. “I didn’t realize you were capable of holding a conversation with those four people and listening to me.”
Harriett asked how a stunner like Sophia could be called a housemaid.
Lacey said airily, “I think it’s an anachronism. Her role seems to be personal assistant to Alain’s mother and house manager with a staff of four.”
Turning three-sixty degrees, Harriet asked how anyone so young could be in charge of such onerous responsibilities.”
No attempt was made to answer that because Scotty whispered, “I bet Alain shafts her. Sorry Lacey.”
“Sophia married two weeks ago.”
Scotty looked triumphant. “Aha, that’s why he ran over you and your cycle. He was prowling the streets looking for a new pussy to fill.”
“Scotty,” Harriett whispered in fear. “If mom hears you talking like that she’d decapitate you.”
“But if she doesn’t have the guts to do it I’ll swing the axe.” Lacey hissed.
Losing a little colour, Scotty announced, “I’m off to the bathroom.”
Scotty was returning to the table when Alain, wearing a thick striped grey and white shirt and fawn jodhpurs and shiny brown long riding boots and riding an alert coal-black and beautifully clipped gelding, rode right up to the table. Scotty ran in and standing on tip-toes received the first kiss, giving it her best and drawing a ‘Hmm’ from the rider.
She winked and she was sure he was about to show his teeth when his face became passive and she heard Lacey approaching and say, “Oh my, what a handsome horse and the rider look svelte as well.”
Scotty rolled her eyes and was sure Alain’s smiling acknowledgement of her sister turned into a grin that answered her eye antics. Her heart raced. She hoped it meant he considered either she was the lively and warm youngest sister or she was ‘interested’.
Scotty flushed, having never given the ‘come-on’ to an older male. She wobbled on suddenly weak knees. Her ‘boys’ to win sexual favours from her had all been around her own age. She swallowed thinking what it would be like having Alain pound her.
“Are you all right Scota?” her mom asked.
“Yes, I was…um…scared of the horse in case it was a stallion.”
“How could you tell if it were?”
Everyone at the table laughed.
Scotty thought it impossible to believe their mom, third in line in charge of a girl’s high school with 800 students, could be so unworldly at times and then she noticed the older guy sitting next to her mom was whispering into her ear and her mom was acting flirty.
For God’s sake, what was it with older women when men came sniffing. One good kick in the nuts and problem over. Colour and the secretive smile drained from Scotty’s face when she realized her mom was not repelling the enemy. In fact her mom was using her occasional phony laugh, possibly as a mating call. Scotty turned and re-joined Lacey and Alain.
“Do you play quarterback?”
Alain laughed, throwing his head back unnecessarily.
Scotty thought, God, he’s signalling interest.
Scotty heard her sister say with authority she hadn’t possessed five minutes earlier: “No silly, he’s one of the two mounted umpires and the referee operates on foot on the sideline. Each of the two teams of four riders are oppose in games of six minutes’ duration which are called chukkers and they play six of them and change horses in the intervals between games. Each horse can only be ridden in a maximum of two games which means each player needs at least five mounts, often arriving with seven. What else, oh yes. These teams each comprise two professional players and two enthusiastic and graded local players and the field here enclosed by those boards measures three hundred yards by one hundred and sixty yards.”
“The need for so many horses and attendants is why it’s calls the sport of kings,” Scotty said knowledgeably, having hear someone use that line only minutes earlier and had the satisfaction of seeing her sister’s mouth drop and say that’s exactly what Alain had told her.
“How do you know that?”
“Oh, I know lots of things. I know for instance Alain loves playing polo and often practices on this field by himself.”
Lacey asked, “Do you Alain?”
“Yes,” he grinned.
Lacey asked with a touch of ice, “Very impressive Scota. Did Sophia tell you?”
“No, I guessed by the way he keeps glancing at the players warming up their horses; he had the look of a man wanting to be in there playing but he should be warming up anyway. But just look how straight his back is, even at rest. It’s the back of a horseman.”
“So two years at pony club when you were a prat makes you an expert…well, he does look awfully good in the saddle.”
“Right, I must be off,” Alain said, leaning down and lifting a squealing Lacey two feet off the ground to kiss her.
“Pony club eh?” he grinned at the smirking Scotty who blew him a kiss as he touched the brim of his helmet at her.
“You’ve found yourself a lovely and very interesting man,” Scotty said softly.
Lacey darted forward and kissed her kid sister and walked Scotty back to the table arm and arm where Scotty noticed an angry-faced woman pulling her partner away from Innes and sitting in that seat herself.
Scotty sighed as if she were wishing for someone to hit on her.
After showering and changing after the end of the first game, Alain arrived and invited the sisters back to the players’ enclosure where he introduced them to his parents.
The girls were in a group of people being introduced and so had little chance of making an impression and found Mr Woodbrook and Mrs Woodbrook-Jones wearing tired smiles and lacking robotically.
Alain’s friend introduced as Brent arrived from nowhere and walked off with Harriett, Mr Woodbrook walked off a short distance with Lacey and soon they were in deep conversation and Scotty found herself being guided to the bar by Alain. She had the peculiar thought it all had occurred like a well-rehearsed drill. She then almost lost it
“Champagne.”
“Thank you Alain,” Scotty said taking the flute from him.
“Enjoy the game?”
“It was about as boring as football but you were outstanding as an umpire.”
“But this was the first game of polo you’ve ever seen?”
“Well, that allowed me to make an unbiased judgment of your performance, didn’t it?”
He threw back his head and laughed genuinely. Scotty’s breath caught when she saw his chest open wide as his shoulders went back. Oh, how she wanted him.
“Scotty, please bear with me when I say something.”
“Okay, shoot.”
Alain licked his lips. “I’d like to suggest you hold back a notch or two.”
Scotty knew instantly what he meant but wanted to think of an appropriate reaction whether she should act offended or delighted or somewhere in between. “Pardon me?”
Alain shuffled his feet, not looking quite so confident. “Correct me if I’m wrong but I believe you are developing the hots for me. Is that true?”
“N-o-o-o,” Scotty said, heart pounding and watching his anxious look. She was feeling a kind a power she only experienced when some guy was begging her to roll over or at least unzip him.
“I am not developing the hots for you. I just want to have sex with you.”
Alain’s face was a delight to watch, changing like the weather. She hoped joy would triumphant and stirred the stick to help make that happen. “I promise it will not develop into an infatuation.”
“I don’t…”
“Listen,” she interrupted. “If I sat back like a good girl and you happened to become my brother-in-law, the opportunity of us going a round or two may be lost forever.”
“Lacey and I are not that serious, at least not yet.”
“That’s understandable, you’ve only just met but all of us would be liars if we said you two weren’t basically suited to each other. I love seeing you two together.”
“Then why do you want to risk splitting Lacey and me apart?”
Scotty trusted what her mind would throw up and mouthed the rather radical thoughts it produced: “Have you seduced Lacey yet?”
“Not yet but I think of it constantly which is the build-up I desire,”
“Have you thought about doing it with my mother?”
“God no, don’t be so crazy.”
“What about Harry?”
“Oh jeez, can we skip this interrogation?”
“No.”
Alain said only the once, when she bent down in front of him to pick up the cat.
“That’s understandable. Finally the big one, what have you thought of having sex with me?”
Alain vocally stumbled when he said he’d suffered that thought frequently.
Scotty sucked in breath and coloured.
“That’s all I want to say about you and me. Just make it happen, Alain. I have wanted to experience an older man and you are my opportunity.”
Alain shook his head like a parent.
“Scotty, you are only seventeen. There’s not rush. Be patient and just allow sex to happen for you. Perhaps in your late thirties or the boring forties you may find the need to take a couple of big leaps into new sexual adventures to boost interest. Experience too much too soon and what sexual future will you have that suggests magic?”
“Just make it happen for me Alain. I don’t have Lacey’s experience but know I bring some of the guys off early because I’m so tight.”
She saw his eyes widen and knew he could be hooked.
“Please take my number.”
“Why?” he half-scowled.
She said in case of emergency. He grinned and entered her number into his phone.
Scotty now scowled, wondering how long she’d have to wait. The answer she was about to get would leave her unhappy.
Three hours later the family returned home with only Scotty and Harry in good shape.
Lacey’s dinner plus hot night with Alain had to be postponed.
Harry drove and stopped twice to allow her mother to use the gutter twice. Lacey and her father held their food and liquor and Lacey fell when leaving the car and hurt her right wrist and went to bed crying.
What a waste of a great evening, fumed Scotty, being in half a mind to phone Alain and offer to have dinner with him and take Lacey’s place in his bed. Instead she helped her mother into bed, gave her father instructions in how to care for his wife if she became distressed and told Harry she was going down the street to her friend Linda’s place.
As Scotty was opening the gate to Linda’s home her phone went.
“Are you free to talk?”
“Yes Alain, I’m almost at the home of one of my friend’s place.”
Alain asked was she okay.
Heart-in-mouth, Scotty said she said fine.
“Come to dinner with me then. I have a great dinner to be cooked and served and don’t wish to sit alone. Dinner only, mind you.”
“Okay I’m in the same clothes I was in this afternoon but look reasonably tidy and have my make-up kit with me. I’ll grab a taxi so give me the address.”
“I’ll come for you.”
“Don’t bother; I’ll do my make-up in the cab and phone my friend to brief her in case any of my family calls her. Harry is as fine as I am so they’ll be in good care.”
Alain cleared his throat and said why didn’t he call Harry and say where Scotty was going.
“Stop being prissy Alain. You won’t want them to know where I am because you know you’re going to fuck me.”
She cut the call.
* * *
Alain scrubbed his chin wondering why on earth he’d landed himself into this mess. God he was trying to wean Sophia off him and was, er in the process of courting Lacey and her hottie of a kid sister was anxious to get a piece of him. Gee, this was better than fiction, the most intriguing romantic entanglement that he could imagine.
But hey, where was the romance?
Good question.
He promised himself if he put his dick into Scotty that night he’d cut off his dick. Well at least he’d think about doing that.
He heard the taxi arrive and went out to greet Scotty. She grinned and waved and he thought she really was practically irresistible.
As they went into the house Scotty fiddled and the next think he knew she was pushing her wet fingers into his mouth.
Cripes, he was tasting pussy juice.
He groaned, Scotty said what and was ignored and he turned away and spat on to the stone floor of the reception hall.
Alain was wrong to think that would curb her pushiness.
As they walked to his apartment she asked, “Where is everyone?”
“Mom and dad are at the Polo Ball and our helpers have the night off and will be in their quarters or are out.”
They entered the apartment and she saw the set table.
“I thought we’d be eating in a banquet hall.”
“What just for two people?”
“Oh.”
That slowed her down just a bit and then she was at him again.
“Kiss me.”
They kissed, reasonably chastely.
“I thought you’d be all over me,” she complained. “May I feel what you’ve got?”
“Yes.”
“It’s not even hard but even so…”
“Scotty,” Alain said firmly. “Sit and listen.”
She sat and pouted.
“One, I will not have sex with you this evening and you will be in a taxi and on your way home by 11:00.”
She pouted even more and he said she could leave now if she wished but Scotty shook her head.
“Two, if you remain interested I promise to fuck you before you turn forty-one.”
She looked at him incomprehensibly as if he’d spoken to him in Mandarin.
He waited and finally she said, “That’s totally unacceptable.”
“I’ll call a cab.”
“No please allow me to have dinner with you. Take me to the kitchen and I’ll cook if you tell me what you want done.”
They drank a light red wine slowly, conversed brightly and perhaps not surprisingly, ended up having quite a good time.
As they waited for the taxi to arrive, Scotty said, “Despite you being such a huge disappointment to me, I’m left with the impression you do like me.”
Alain smiled and said warmly, “I adore you and think of you as a gorgeous and delightful potential sister-in-law and we have to accept this is how it has to be.”
“At least finger my pussy.”
“And then what Scotty, what would you require me to do next?”
She yawned and saw the lights of the approaching taxi through the stained glass inserts in the solid oak front door.
For a 17-year old, she showed maturity when she stood aside for Alain to open the door and she kissed him and said, “I mostly enjoyed myself to the full this evening. Thanks for being such a gracious host and I’ll enjoy being with your again.”
She smiled from the rear seat when she saw Alain hand money to the cabbie.
The house was in darkness when Scotty crept in and she was almost to her room when Lacey’s bedroom light switched on.
Jesus, Scotty sighed, it would have to be Lacey.
She went into to see her sister and said brightly, “You look fine. Do you want me to make a pot of tea?”
Lacey said sternly, “Where have you been? Harry called Linda’s place to confirm you’d arrived safely and Linda said you were not there and were not expected.”
Ooops, thought Scotty. She’d forgotten to phone Linda and ask her to lie.
“I decided to take your place at dinner with Alain.”
The tired Lacey suddenly sat upright and practically spat, “You what?”
“I was on my way to Linda’s and had the thought of Alain sitting mournfully in front of the special dinner that had been prepared for you and him and thought I should deputize for you and so grabbed a cab and went to his home. He was surprised to see me but pleased. He then suggested I return home immediately but I said I had arrived for dinner and he should not be embarrassed at to have me dinning alone with him because I wasn’t out to seduce him.”
“You weren’t?” Lacey asked disbelievingly.
“Of course I was,” Scotty said, having realized she was coming close to producing an implausible story. “But you know I’m too clever to have admitted that to him.”
Lacey said grimly to continue.
“Well there’s not much more to tell really. I cooked and he opened a bottle of wine and we chatted and then he called a taxi and I kissed him and left. I suppose I shouldn’t have told you this.”
“Of course you should have told me and I know what you are like. But I don’t know what he’s like at this early stage.”
“He rejected me outright when I went to touch him.”
“Are you sure about that?”
“Yes and I can say he didn’t touch me and he told me his loyalty was to you but he was prepared to carry out his promise to have sex with me before I turned forty-one.”
“God that does sound so like him,” Lacey giggled. “It makes me believe you.”
“Have you fucked him yet?”
“Scotty there’re much more ladylike ways of asking that question if it must be asked. You need to tone back the way you discuss such things. Mum would have a fit if she heard you talking like that.”
“Okay I accept your advice and will try to curb back a bit. Um do I have your approval to allow Alain to have his way with me before I turn forty-one?”
Lacey giggled and held out her uninjured arm.
“Come here and kiss me you beautiful darling. I feel most big sisters would love to have a full-on kid sister like you. I must say you’re never boring and can hold me almost breathless at times. Alain would do well to model one of his heroines on you.”
They hugged and kissed and continued talking softly until they both fell asleep at the end of their big day out.
* * *
Lacey went to Sunday lunch with Alain, as arranged a few days earlier. She went in the knowledge that Alain was on trial, that if he didn’t mention he’d had dinner the previous night with Scotty he would be history.
They arrived at the restaurant separately and as he stood when she arrived at the table fifteen minutes late and when he looked at her half-exposed bosom in her sundress, his eyes widening, she felt the urge to open her legs for him. Oh wait, there was this other matter. She wondered how to broach it but he did that for her.
“Scotty came over and had dinner with me last night, saying she was deputising for you. I found that difficult to believe and hope you don’t mind.”
“Mind, why should I? She’s only seventeen.”
“Um an over-sexed seventeen.”
Lacey didn’t want this confession soaring out of control and said, “Yes, I grant you that but I also would expect you to act with restraint if my kid sister hit on you.”
“Yes of course,” Alain said, looking immensely relieved rather than guilty.
Lacey shifted up a gear and asked, “When will you hit on me?”
“Hit… me… you?” Alain said lamely.
“God Alain, you’ve written two good-selling romance novels and I’m asking where is the romance that should be sparking between me and you? For my part I’m thinking you balling me to ring me bell?”
Alain had the appearance of a guy nailed to his chair. Chin quivering he said, “Balling you, this early into our relationship?”
Lacey sighed heavily and asked could he think of any other reason why she’d entered into a relationship with him?
He scratched behind his right ear. He squared his shoulders and said, “Let’s eat and then let’s get down to it.”
“What a great idea,” she purred.
* * *
Lacey had been impressed by the grandeur of the huge home but that was now behind her because she was in Alain’s bedroom, on the cusp of mounting a sexual relationship. God she was pontificating, she thought, but as she removed her sundress the language came down to earth.
“Gee you have great looking tits.” (They had been freed because the dress had a built in bra).
“Please call them breasts darling unless I’m really fired up and then you can talk dirty to me.”
“Darling?”
“Oh do I require a licence to use that word?”
He looked flustered and muttered of course not.
He asked, “Did you bring a condom?”
It was her turn to be flustered.
“Oh god I didn’t think. I just assumed it was the male’s responsibility.”
“Aren’t you lucky I have packs of them of different varieties? Here you are, pick one.”
“God, how many women are you intending to seduce?”
“Just the one woman, forty-eight times. And as it happens the woman is you.”
She flustered, “I know you’re lying about me being the target woman but that comment still percolated my vanity.”
“Well that’s just dandy. I like the thought of you thinking enough of yourself to have vanity and even better that you are intelligently aware that you possess it.”
“Why?”
He tugged his left ear and said, “I think if you are aware of it, you can control it to avoid being overly precious about it.”
“Oh is this the scene of an intended seduction or the scene of a scholarly debate?”
They laughed.
He was standing closest to the bed and said quietly, “Fetch that cunt over here my lovely one.”
Lacey melted.
She quashed her reaction to scold him for using that horrid word and hurried to him and pushed that aforementioned piece of anatomy against his bared leg as he tossed his pants away. Squeezing both her legs around his leg she dry humped him and cried, “I really want you to ball me hard darling.”
“As darling wishes and now let me undress you fully and please unhinge yourself from me leg. You are rutting like a cat on heat.”
Her cheeks burned and she hissed, “You fucker, you’re trying to fling me into unladylike behaviour.”
“How right you are. There’s nothing I like more than working on a pulsating cunt.”
Lacey yelled and bit him on the shoulder and lurched into a wave of orgasms.
The young woman didn’t leave the bedroom till 11:00 next morning. Alain remained too exhausted to move.
They met in at a country inn two nights later for dinner and agreed they had a future together. Neither of them could recall being so happy.
Like all good things, the decision to marry was thrust upon them when Lacey found she was pregnant and Alain, of course, had the upbringing to know he had to do the decent thing and set about with Lacey to organize an early wedding. By that time Lacey had begun working for Alain’s mother as her social secretary and hosting manager, filling the vacancy caused by Sophia Novak moving to Liverpool with her husband Vargo, who’d been relocated there on promotion by the shipping company he worked for as a shipping movement scheduler.
The only other notable development in their lives was that Lacey’s kid sister Scotty visited them regularly and advised author Alain about emerging changes in attitudes and clothing and entertainment interests of the young and the three of them were frequently involved as a ménage à trois.
Scotty had successfully worn down the resistance of Lacey and Alain who finally agreed it was unfair to expect Scotty to have to wait perhaps until she turned forty-one before she could have a piece of Alain. Both women are terrified that their mother would find out about this naughtiness, but so far their secret remained their secret. Meanwhile, Alain had found the extra spice in his life had definitely added more zip to his writing and creativity.
(((The End)))
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