Chapter 69
Five Years Ago - Chad
“I couldn’t find her Mr Kalkowski. I tried, but she’d moved from that address and herwyer would only
promise to pass a message on.”
Chad’s voice is tight. His old teacher lies in a hospital bed. His face is grey, his breathing shallow. Veins
trail blue and winding paths through brown-spotted hands….
…. and yet the old man is smiling. “Don’t worry Chad. She’ll surface again, in her own time.” For a
moment his breath flutters, but then, “I would have liked to see her again. To know that she received
my letter.”
The letter sits inside Chad’s pocket and stays there.
And Chad doesn’t like the sunken eyes, still dark and alert, but housed in a face that is so old….
…. So old….
“When you’re back home, I’lle round to visit and we can talk about how to find her….”
His teacher’s eyes slip across. “Chad,” he says gently. “We both know that I will not be going home
again.”
The young man bites his lip. He has never lost a friend before, someone close, not like this.
Mr Kalkowski, astonishingly, lifts his hand to pat Chad’s. The hand trembles with the effort, but it lies
warm andforting as Chad bites back tears. “Don’t be sad, my boy. This timees to all of us. I
have had a good life and a long one. I am ready to go.”
“Mr Kalkowski….”
The old man interrupts him. “If you look in the top drawer of this locker by the bed, you will find an
envelope. I would like you to deliver it to Jenny’swyers for me when you return to the City.”
“Yes, of course I will.” He finds the letter, written as always in a neat, careful hand, tucking into his
pocket, to sit with the one already there.
“I think I should say goodbye now, Chad. I am very tired, and I need to sleep. You will be returning to
the City now?”
“Yes, I’ve decided I’m leaving. It’s so different there. Anyone can be anything and…. And I think that’s
where I want to be. I only came back here really to pick up my things and to say goodbye to everyone.”
“I’m sure you will have a good life, my boy. And when you do find Jenny, give her my love.”
“I’ll do that…. Mr Kalkowski?”
The old man’s voice is growing weak. “Yes, Chad?”
“May I stay with you? Now? Just for a while?”
The old man’s hand is still on his, but now Chad curls warm fingers around it. “Thank you, Chad. Yes, I
would like that.”
Neither of them speaks any more.
After a while, a nurse bustles in, halting as she sees the boy’s tear-streaked face. “Oh, he’s gone, has
he? That’s a shame. It’s good that you were with him.”
*****
James
The wee small hours, and I drift out of sleep, hazily aware of murmuring close by.
On the bed next to me Michael and Charlotte talk quietly. And her breathing is quickening.
She’s stroking his face, looking up at him. The two faces look strange in the odd glow cast by blinking
lights and monitors, but their smiles are warm and intimate.
“Ahh…. that’s better,” he’s saying. “That’s my Charlotte again.”
He nuzzles into her neck, one hand cupping a breast, and she arches, her head flinging back in a
familiar gesture of arousal. Then she looks sidelong, and our eyes meet.
“Master? Do you want….?”
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I feel weary, utterly spent. I don’t want to make love.
But I want to want to make love….
“I don’t think I’m up to it right now. But don’t let me stop you two. I’ll enjoy some vicarious love-making
this time.”
Michael rears up, whispering something to her. Naked, she rises to kneel up on the bed, facing me; he
kneeling behind her.
He runs hands over her, the line of her waist and hip, the smoothness of her stomach, her breasts,
heavy in his hands.
He plucks at a nipple with one hand, the other easing south.
I watch, entranced as she eases her thighs open a little more, opening herself to his fingers as he slips
through curls which glisten gold and green in the weird light and then further.
“I want you good and wet,” he says. His voice is loud, intended to be heard. And of course, this
performance is for my benefit.
Not that they’re not enjoying themselves….
He fingers at her and she jerks and quakes. His fingers gleam and her perfume is rising.
He releases her breast, instead pulling her in tight with an arm around her waist, supporting her as she
quivers and whimpers. His other hand moves behind her and she begins to rock and sway as he finger-
fucks her.
“y with your tits,” he says quietly. “Disy yourself. Your Master wants to watch you show yourself.”
There’s a jug of water by my bed. She dips her fingers, then works at her nipples with the wet pads.
The aree crinkle as she tugs and pulls at the hardening nubs. Her hair swings with her movements,
slightly blocking my view, but Michael sweeps it to one side and over her shoulder
He’s working her hard and she’s moaning and sweating. Moisture trickles between the valley of her
breasts and she’s close to climax. Her hands drop to her loins and scissor the lips wide with spreading
fingers, ying with her clit with the other. Something warm stirs in me as her body tensions. Her
breasts swing and tremble with her movements, swaying in time with Michael’s rhythm from behind as
she rocks with him.
Her thighs are straining, and even in the half-light her face and chest and belly are brilliantly scarlet. A
thin trickle of moisture wets her inner thighs and knees and….
One hand still between her legs, she jams the other against her own mouth as shees, not quite
muffling the sound as she wails out her orgasm. Michael, looking around her as best he can to watch,
holds her tightly, preventing her from falling as she loses her control….
She looks amazing….
Michael isughing quietly as she tries, and fails, to remain quiet.
“Shhh…. Remember where we are. Try to keep the noise down.”
She gulps and shivers, her head hanging as her panting subsides, then, “Master, um…. are you hard?”
Am I?
“Err, a little, but I don’t think I can….”
“I’ll do the work Master if you want me to.”
“I’d like that….”
She sits beside me, pulling back the sheets. I ought to be at full mast. Instead, I fight embarrassment at
my barely erged member. Michael by contrast, sits to one side, his shaft pulsing against his stomach
as he watches.
“You’ll tell me if I hurt you?” she says.
“I don’t think you’ll hurt me, Charlotte.”
And she doesn’t. She’s careful, and caring, skirting around the bandaging and the bruising. She strokes
and caresses and kisses me, her body and her smile warm. Her hands glide over my skin. She tastes
my lips with her mouth. Her fingersce with mine.
Her long, lovely hair sways and brushes over my body, teasing nerves endings, tickling at my thighs
and cock and, finally, raising a response.
She cups me, rolling my balls in the palm of her hand.
It’s exquisite….
And I simply lie, passive and epting, letting my eyes close as my Jade loves me with her body.
She rings my shaft between thumb and forefinger, gliding along my length then circling the head
between thumb and forefinger, and atst, my arousal rises, glimmering through flesh and muscle, a
warm glowing ember waiting to fan into me.
Her hand leaves me, my semi-erection cooling briefly, but warmth breath bathes me, and then her
mouth covers me, taking me in.
Winding spirals around the head with her tongue, she sucks gently, again with one hand gently rubbing
my balls. Quivering under her as the tip of her tongue slides over me, I run fingers through her hair. I
think I gasp….
But….
…. I can’t….
My body responds no further. The warm promise of arousal brims and bubbles gently but no more.
She looks up, her jewelled eyes questioning.
“It’s wonderful Charlotte, but I’m sorry. I’m not ready yet.”
“That’s alright Master. You want me to stop?”
“Mmmm.… I know you and Michael want to make love. I’d like to watch you.”
Michael reaches out, arms around her waist, hauling her back onto the bed with him and then rolling on
top of her. He knees her legs open.
“Spread those thighs, Madam. Your other lover wants to fuck you.”
And theughter in his voice is just what I needed to exorcise the depression which curls like fog
around me. Moving carefully, I prop myself up on an elbow to watch my Jade-Eyes get the fucking and
the loving she deserves.
And she does. He’s already ‘primed’ and as he, none-too-gently, pushes into her, she groans as she
amodates him. Of course, it’s ‘been-a-while’, but he’s huge, giving her everything that I can’t right
now.
“That feel good?” he says to her.
“Oh God, yes….”
“How do you want it? Soft or hard?”
Sheughs merrily. “It doesn’te much harder…. but I’d like you to start soft, then work from
there….”
And he rams her. She gurgles as he plunges home then swings up hips and legs to take him.
And as he fucks her hard, wringing moans from her, I take my own pleasure in watching them….
…. but a creeping doubt lingers at the back of my mind….
“That’s enough baby-y,” he says. “Let’s take it a bit harder.” Faster he pounds her and harder. He’s a
strong man, and he’s not holding back, giving her all he’s got. Her moans turn to gasps and her gasps
to wails. Finally, he ps a hand over her mouth to block her screams as, convulsing under him, she
We’re both watching her, but just for a moment, he turns to me, grins and winks, then with a grunt,
shudders his own release into her.
Speaking strictly as a spectator, it looks as though they reached about nine or ten on the Richter
scale….
The two, still entwined simply hold together, gasping for a long minute before he kisses her, withdraws
and then rolls off and to one side.
She turns to face me. “Are you alright?”
“I’m fine, Charlotte. I’ll be back on form in a few days.”
Michael frowns. “James….”
And I dismiss where that might lead. “I know. I know. It could be longer.”
“You were very badly injured, Master….” She sits up, fidgeting.
She’s worrying about me….
And I see Michael’s wide, open-faced gaze….
And so’s he….
“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be irritable. And…. that was good to see. The two of you.”
She mbers across, kneeling beside me again. Her palm cup my cheek. “I promised you that I would
alwayse back to you, but this time, you had toe back to me.”
Jade….
“Always,” I say.
*****