When she leaned backwards and started to moan, he realized she was having her orgasm again. This brought Oliver back to a new ferocity. He began to lift and drop her more and more forcefully. He had this feeling she had given herself to him. He now owned her. She needed to belong. He had been into her and pumped and pumped and she had become his. Under the spell of these thoughts, he climaxed again, full up into her belly and both their juices mixed and ran together from out of her. Jane sighed and dropped forward onto his chest, lips wet and loose at his mouth, and they hugged each other warmly, until his penis gently softened within her and slowly slid from its place of pleasure. For two hours they had indulged one of her most compulsive fantasies. One that had its roots in her foster childhood corruption, for which wrongly her stepfather Arnold paid the penalty. Oliver was now well and truly locked into Jane and her masochistic tendencies. Breathlessly they acknowledged that they needed each other in this way like fire needed flames. Nothing would keep them apart. Jane understood, she said, that he'd have to keep up appearances with Sylvia. She wouldn't get in the way of that. But she'd expect to have as much attention and certainly ten times the sex.

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  Jane settled into the ground floor flat at The Gables. Oliver went along with Sylvia's bit by bit technique and thereby consummated the marriage. His sex life with Sylvia, however, remained tame. He discovered that one of the major reasons for Sylvia's inability to enjoy intercourse, was that she had suffered an accident in childhood. Trying to get into the local park, with a bunch of other children, she had slipped climbing the iron spiked fencing, and was impaled until the fire brigade and ambulance services could get her down. Her parents had feared that she had possibly ruined her chances of having children. However, she was fortunate in that she had healed well after surgery, leaving a barely noticeable scar in her groin which encroached but slightly into her vagina. She could still have children, though sex itself might not be entirely comfortable.

  Sylvia found she was able to enjoy full intercourse provided she lay straight out and be entered slowly, and then for Oliver to hold himself still, so that she could make her own movements, which were no more than barely perceptible gyrations with her pelvis. It soon became a Sunday morning ritual. Although Sylvia used no protection Oliver couldn't get her pregnant. Tests showed, however, that there was no reason why they couldn't. It was just a matter of time and luck. Sylvia indicated that though she wanted to have children, she really enjoyed sex better the way he had accustomed her to prior to getting married.

  Annie surprised them all by giving birth to twins.

  It was ten months before Jane contrived an 'accidental' meeting with Sylvia. Oliver had gone to Southend, where the guest house development was nearing completion. He had reserved a unit there for his own use, to which he mostly took Jane, though he had taken Sylvia once. On this occasion Jane told him she had promised to meet a female she'd recently befriended, and didn't want to let her down, because she thought there was a good chance of getting to bed with her, and that it could lead to something for both of them. Oliver was in agreement with that. He took the trip to Southend by himself.

  Jane parked her car near the clinic and walked down as far as the traffic lights. On the opposite corner was the flower shop. As she crossed over the road, she got a couple of wolf whistles from roofers working on the tobacconists, but she didn't bother to look up. She was dressed in her lemon two piece outfit, with her black hair, still worn long. Sylvia new her instantly.

  Jane showed her brightest smile. 'Good lord, it's Sylvie isn't it?' She looked her up and down with obvious delight. 'I can't believe it! You were sixteen, must be at least six years. You look marvellous!' Sylvia could respond no other way to such a warm greeting, especially when Annie was there, smiling politely at seeing such an attractive and obvious former friend of Sylvia's. 'Hello Jane! What a surprise. I must say you look pretty good yourself.' She turned to Annie. 'This is Jane . . .’

  We used to go about together in the old days,' Jane said, before Sylvia had time to finish. And to Sylvia: 'Did you ever see anything of that Oliver we used to know?' Sylvia's face blushed up. Annie laughed. 'Well yes, I married him, actually!' The high colour remained. Jane's open mouthed surprise was a treat to see. 'You never? Good God, I don't believe it. That's really wonderful! Oh we really must meet again. I'd love to say hello to him after all this time. And to congratulate him. Honestly, that's such great news. I'm so pleased for you both!' Sylvia wasn't too sure. But Jane seemed so genuine and she really had used to like her. 'What about you, Jane? What are you up to these days? And what you doing here?' Sylvia would have been pleased to hear her say she'd remarried.

  'Well I'm as good as married, but there's complications. I won't bother you with them now. Actually I couldn't believe my eyes when I stopped at the traffic lights and saw you. I hardly ever come this way, but today I'd just come from West Bromwich. I just stopped there and I looked, and I thought 'That's Sylvie! Surely that's Sylvie'. So I pulled in up the road there by the clinic. Just had to walk back. I mean, I can't believe it!' Jane stood back admiring her. 'Married life must suit you, Sylvie. You've filled out. You look absolutely beautiful, doesn't she Annie? I mean, she used to be so skinny, didn't you? Looked like she would break like match sticks!'

  A customer came into the shop and Annie went to serve her. Jane looked at her watch. It was five-to-one. 'Lord I'd better be going, Sylvie. Not fair to talk to you while you're trying to do your work. Perhaps we could meet some time. Have a natter in the cafe down the road. Your day off or lunch. Whenever. I'm pretty well free to do what I like.' Sylvia turned and looked at the clock on the wall. 'Well actually, Jane, it's my lunch time more or less now.' Jane knew that! 'If you like I'll get my coat. Is your car okay where it is? The wardens are sharp round here!'

  They sat opposite each other across a round table with chequered blue cloth, sipping coffee, and smiling. Jane shook her head from side to side. 'I can't believe you've turned into such a beauty!' Sylvia smiled awkwardly. 'Don't say things like that to me, Jane. You embarrass me!'

  'Don't be ridiculous! Why shouldn't I say what I think, especially when it's true. You are beautiful, Sylvie. And it's obviously marriage that's put the happy, bright sparkle in your eyes. I really am pleased for you!' Sylvia looked into her coffee cup. 'Yes I know. You've always been outspoken. But I'm grown up now. That's how you used to speak to me when I was a child, fifteen! I really find it embarrassing now. I just don't know where to look!' Jane smiled, and patted her hand. 'All right, I'm sorry. I won't do that. Tell me about Oliver. What's he up to? He was in the army last I heard.'

  Sylvia told her from the beginning, how he'd come in the cafe. Took her dancing. Met his friends, his aunt, who'd died now and left him lots of flats and bedsits. Doing well. Got their own nice new house. Oliver bought property at Southend. Everything was just marvellous, except for one thing. Jane looked concerned. 'What?'

  'Well, he spends a lot of time out doing business. Stays out. We just don't go out together as much as I'd like us to!'

  Jane put on her cross face. 'I'll give him a piece of my mind!' Sylvia laughed. 'I'm getting used to it now. I know how much he wants to be successful, and it's all for us and the family when we start one eventually, so I don't really mind.' Jane gave her a quick run down on her own life. Explained that she wanted to leave the man she lived with. He was a bully to her. He didn't show her much love. The only reason she was staying was because he had a good job and provided for her. He was old fashioned and insisted she stay home and play little housey wife. She didn't really have the freedom to do what she liked. She had only given that impression earlier because Annie was there and she didn't want her to think she wasn't a happy person. Didn't do to tell everyone about your little sadnesses. At the moment, she was actually looking out for a little flat or bedsit. Her own place, where he couldn't find her. Then she would be able to get a job and become independent.

  Sylvia listened and nodded her head here and there in sympathy. Jane asked her if she had any friends to spend a little time with when Oliver was away. Sylvia explained about Annie. They were friends, but they didn't go out. Not on their own. Sylvia and Oliver in a foursome or just visiting each other. She told Jane all about Bert and Annie. About practically everything that had happened to her since she met Oliver. Quite a lot that Jane had not heard before.

  Jane suggested that Sylvia really should go out and loosen up a bit. Would do her good. Why don't they meet from time to time. Go shopping together, treat themselves. They both could do with cheering up. She had her own car now, and could get away sometimes. 'Tell Oliver. Tell him we met and we're renewing an old friendship. He couldn't possibly object to that. And fix it up so we can all meet sometime. It'll be fun!' Sylvia thought about it. She didn't think it was a good idea. If Oliver thought their friendship had been that close he might think the wrong things. Jane had a reputation and most people knew it. On the other hand, she did like Jane, and it would be nice to go shopping for clothes with her and enjoy a few days out when Oliver was busy. She looked at Jane, whose dark brown eyes looked for an answer. 'To be honest, Jane, I don't think Oliver would like me going off. He'd worry. Not because of you. It could be anybody. Anyone. Even Annie! I suppose he's a bit like your . . . husband!' Jane showed that she was disappointed. 'Oh well, that's a shame. We could have had fun . . . '

  Sylvia cut in: 'I'm not saying I won't see you! It's just that I don't think we ought to tell Oliver just yet. Till I think how to go about it!' This was even better. Jane had no doubt she would have manipulated her to some arrangement, but this was right into her lap. And she would play it very cunningly, little by little. 'Yes all right then, Sylvie. If you think that's best.'

  And that's what they did. Sylvia covered herself in the first instance by asking Annie not to mention that Jane had been in the shop. She wouldn't be seeing her again. Annie assumed there may have been some rivalry between them over Oliver. Jane was a very attractive female. She acknowledged to herself that she had such striking features, and her eyes made you want to keep looking at her. During the next few months, Jane and Sylvia met and went about shopping, visiting exhibitions, the local parks, even the occasional show. All good harmless fun, allowing Jane to feed on both halves of a marriage. Learning little things. Verifying the truth of this and that. And all the time Oliver and Jane enjoyed great sex, ever exploring, pursuing fantasy after fantasy. Pushing Rosie further and further out of mind.

  As for Oliver and Sylvia, there was no complaint that they made to each other. And no pregnancy.

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  It was the summer of the following year. Jane and Oliver were in Southend, sitting in the open at one of the cafe tables on the sea front. They were sipping cool fruit juice, next to where ice cream was being served, killing half an hour before they went back to the flat for a serious afternoon of rough sex, when they realised they were both absentmindedly gazing at the same thing. They looked at each other. The object of their gaze was a young girl in a red, still wet, bathing costume. She was so close to them they could smell her body as the sea water evaporated from her. Oliver had looked at her in the usual place; her costume pulled wet and gentle into her groove, which deepened as she reached for her ice cream. He had the greatest urge to just reach out and squeeze her buttocks, and he imagined them naked, soft and plump and white as only little girls bottoms can be. Except that this little girl was easily eighteen, with breasts huge and bursting, every inch as white as her great backside cheeks.

  Oliver and Jane's eyes met. Softly, in a reverent whisper, Jane shaped the words: 'HICKERY DICKERY!' Oliver took a deep breath and lifted his eyes. 'And some!' When they got back to their flat Jane put on her bathing costume, got under the shower and came out wet and ‘little girl frightened’, and they played !'

  Jane had an idea. It sprang from their acknowledgement that they both desperately needed a new female for their mutual gratification. Jane had been unsuccessful up to yet. She'd pursued one or two young girls, and two married women, but she just couldn't find the type who'd succumb to what she really wanted. They'd agree to being in bed with her alone, because they found her so attractive. But they all had boy friends and husbands and it wasn't a man they wanted. They just couldn't understand this side of her. 'Why don't we just go into Birmingham and pick up a young prostitute and pay for it?' Jane said, her brown eyes wide. Oliver thought about it as they got in the car. 'I don't think it'd work.'

  'Why not?'

  'Unless she knows how to act the part, like Brenda . . . like you. I mean, I hate mentioning Rosie after all this time, but she was really the only perfect one.' He swallowed. 'She was for real. She was no fantasy. I've realised it was because she didn't want to, that I got the turn on. Brenda loved it! That was a turn on! You do! You turn me on! But nothing will beat a genuine, innocent, respectable, nicely spoken, sweet natured, upper class, beautiful, shapely, frightened, trussed up . . . vulnerable little Sunday school eighteen year old university bird!!' They both burst out laughing and couldn't stop for a good few minutes. 'Oh Olly, you really got it bad!' She laughed some more, then said: 'Pull the damn car over at the first services. You can fuck me over the back seat!'

  Sylvia woke up when Oliver got into bed. It was one o’clock in the morning. She turned over and looked at the illuminated bedside clock. 'I thought you said you'd be back today for tea time?'

  'Yes, I know. There was a bad accident on the way home. I made a detour and got lost. Then I got so wound up I went into a pub for a drink. When I came out of there I realised I was a bit over the top. Thought I'd have a quick kip. What happened? I never woke up till gone midnight! I mean, I was only an hour up the road all night! Ridiculous . . .'

  'All right, all right!' Sylvia was weary. 'I believe you!' She went back to sleep, resigned.

  When Sylvia went out with Jane on her next day off, she confided that she was unhappy. Oliver didn't seem to want her much anymore. Jane drove the car out to Sutton Park, where they often went to talk, while admiring the scenery. They drove past the boating lake and wound their way up to higher ground to enjoy the panoramic view of the immense expanse of heath and woodland, and stopped at their regular spot, a horse shoe shape of rhododendron bushes. Jane backed the car into it so that they could see right across the lake and watch the antics of a sailing dinghy which at that moment had been blown over. 'I don't know why you don't get Oliver to bring you out here. It's so nice. He could take you on the row boats. Be good exercise for him.' Sylvia looked sad. 'I've mentioned it. He always seems to be too busy. Even on most weekends he's off out somewhere!'

  'You don't think he's seeing another woman do you?

  'To be honest, Jane, that has crossed my mind.'

  Jane looked concerned. 'Why? What makes you think like that?'

  'He just isn't so loving to me!'

  'Do you mean making love? Sex?'

  Sylvia looked as if she was going to cry. 'It's not sex. I don't mind so much about that. He just doesn't put his arms around me anymore.' Jane put her arm around Sylvia and kissed her on the forehead. 'Well I love you Sylvie, if that's any consolation.' Then she opened her hand bag and took out a box of chocolates. 'Look! Look what I've bought for us. A little treat!' Jane behaved like this with Sylvia all the time; always thoughtful; affectionate. Never going too far. Sylvia was so used to her now, she no longer felt uncomfortable or embarrassed at Jane's outspoken endearments and expressions. It was just part of her character. Sylvia started to laugh at sight of the chocolates. 'You always know how to cheer me up, don't you? Who else would have thought of stuffing me with chocolates when I'm worried my husband's running around with another woman?' They both burst out laughing at the incongruity. Jane said: 'I mean well, don't I?' Sylvia leaned over, returning a kiss to Jane’s cheek. The Vauxhall front bench seat was handy for that. Jane suddenly put a serious expression on her face, as though something was terribly wrong. Sylvia looked at her in alarm. 'What's the matter?' Her blue eyes were wide with enquiry.

  Almost tearful, Jane answered: 'That's the first time you've ever done that to me!'

  'What?' Sylvia was bewildered and ready to apologise for whatever it was.

  'You kissed me!'

  Sylvia made a weak sort of laugh. 'But you do it to me all the time?'

  'It's not the same thing. I've always given affection. It just feels so strange when it comes to me. I've never been used to it. I don't get it at home. Charles, it seems, treats me pretty well the same as Oliver treats you. This is why I can understand how sad you must feel when I know how much you love Oliver, and you're not getting the love back. It's different for me. I don't love Charles at all and am just waiting for the opportunity to get away.'

  Sylvia didn't know what to say. Suddenly everything was so sad and serious when she wanted to cheer up. 'I'm sorry, I didn't realise!' It was all she could think of. Jane was trying to decide whether this should be the moment for stage two of their relationship. She'd tried to get Sylvia when she was fifteen and blew it. She had rushed it then, not appreciating that Sylvia was so sensitive and discerning. Sylvia had to be won by affection, not sex. She was spiritual rather than physical. Sex could only be used as a passionate extension of love where Sylvia was concerned. Somehow it was this challenge that drove Jane. She needed to possess her. Have the power of control. The first stage had been to insinuate herself into Sylvia's life. This had been achieved. The second stage was to woo her, win her affection. The third and final stage: to totally obtain her undying love and passion. Jane had a fall back plan if none of this could be achieved. She would blackmail her! Have her against her will!

  Jane said: 'I know you think I'm tough, Sylvie. You think I can stand alone. That I don't need anybody. You probably can't imagine that I can be hurt by anyone, judging by the way you've heard me talk and seen me behave!'

 

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