The Chair Ch. 18
Date: 03.08.2008Keywords: Chair, 18, Ch., The,
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I was there. I rammed it in hard and deep and held tight to her hips as I emptied myself inside her.
When the jerking of my prick had stopped I pulled out and, standing up, put my prick away inside my trousers. They had a wet stain on the front. Nobody would notice.
Jenny remained on her knees, ass in the air for a few seconds.
I looked down at her holes. Did we have time? I felt my prick.
She got to her feet, turned and kissed me.
"Thank you." I said.
"What for?" She asked reaching for her knickers.
"Not every girl would look after me like you do."
"I should hope not." She sounded indignant, now what had I done?
She pulled on her bra and dropped her dress over her head. I hooked the one and zipped up the other and walked back to the pub with her with our arms around each other's waists.
The others were the only ones in the public bar. Shirley sat on a stool at the bar with Steve and Len on either side.
They turned to look at us as we walked in. Their eyes stopped at my crutch. Jenny looked down.
"Paul."
*Chapter 9*
It was Shirley and Steve's turn to talk about something very important in the woods whilst Jenny and I drank our drinks. I bought Len a second. I felt sorry for him but he would have to sort his own sex life out. I wasn't about to offer to let him have Jenny.
We finished our drinks and went back outside to the car. Calling to Steve and Shirley to hurry up as we had a lot to do.
I wondered, not for the first time, whom Steve was bringing to the wedding. It was probably not a good time to ask when he and Shirley returned, flushed faced, from the woods.
We dropped the girls off, picked up Millie and went back to my Grandparents.
I had a quick wash, put on clean clothes and joined Steve, Len and Hudson for a quick glass of beer.
Leaving Hudson behind, on guard, as he said, we crossed the bridge over the stream and walked down the bridal path to the road over the bridge by the pub.
John was already in the pub with Harry, a colleague from work who was to act as best man.
Beers were ordered all round and we all chipped in to a central kitty for the night so we didn't have to keep check of who's round it was next.
More beers followed, then more. I played some Rugby songs on the piano and we had most of the people in the pub joining in with the words.
John was on the whisky by now. He looked depressed. We drank more beer to cheer him up.
The bell for last orders rang.
Steve, who had spent the last hour trying to talk Stephanie, the landlord and landladies daughter, out of her knickers, came across to where Len and I were leaning on either side of the fruit machine watching Harry try to find the slot with his money.
"Right." Steve said, continuingly glancing over his shoulder at Stephanie, whom I must admit wasn't looking away. "Now what."
"I thought you were in charge of the plan." I could hear myself slurring my words.
"I am. " He was smiling at Stephanie and she was smiling back.
"We must take John home." Harry looked tired.
We managed to get John to his feet and Len and I supported him out of the pub. Harry staggered after us. Steve stopped behind in the doorway to kiss Stephanie and feel her tits and ass.
We followed the road slightly uphill for a hundred yards until we came to the Church gates.
"Why are we here?" Harry asked.
"Jane said he mustn't be late for Church." Steve said, leading the way and unlocking the side door with a key he had been given as one of the bell ringers. Living away, or in Len's case travelling a lot, we had managed to escape being pressured into joining that particular group. I was certain it would come if I ever moved back permanently.
We carried, the by now unconscious, John, to the rear of the Church and removed his clothes. Harry sat in one of the pews and rested his head on his arms, folded on the pew in front. Steve took some thin rope from inside the tower steps and we tied John's hands behind his back to the Morning bell rope. So called because it was a small bell used to summon worshipers to service in the early morning, not like the main peal in the belfry high above.
"Let's wake Harry." I said when we'd done with John.
Len and Steve looked at each other then at me.
"The Best Man should look after the Bride Groom." Steve said.
So we undressed Harry and tied him up next to John.
"At least they won't be late for the service." Len said as we left, Steve locking the door behind us.
"Where to now?" Steve asked as we passed the pub and turned into the lane leading to the front of my Grandfather's house. "The girls have gone to the Wharf."
The Wharf was the largest night spot in the area and upwards of three hundred people would be crammed in there on a Friday night.
"Have you still got the car keys?" Steve asked as we approached the entrance to the drive.
"I have, but I've been drinking." I replied, feeling them in my pocket.
"Not that much." Steve said, looking me up and down. "You look sober to me. Does he look sober to you, Len?"
"As a judge." Len replied.
The car remained where I had left it outside the garage doors.
I handed Steve the keys.
"Push it out into the lane while I check on Hudson and Millie." I said. I could already hear Millie whining behind the front door.
I crept up to it as quietly as the gravel would allow and hissed at her to shut up and go and lie down.
A light was on in the front room and the curtains were still open. I peered inside. Steve and Len were crunching over the gravel with the car, it sounded as if it must wake everybody. Hudson was asleep in a chair a three parts empty bottle of old Malt Whisky and a glass on the table by his side. I thought I could hear his snoring.
I told Millie she was a good girl and to go back to her bed as I passed the front door. I stopped, scribbled a note to Hudson on a page in my pocket diary, tore it out and posted it through the letter box. I didn't want him to report it stolen. I caught up with the others in the lane.
Len was sitting behind the wheel and Steve was in the passenger seat so I climbed into the back. Len started the engine and we were off.
The roads were clear of most traffic by now and we were pulling up inside the car park of the Wharf less than fifteen minutes later.
We knew one of the bouncers on door duty so he let us in for nothing as there was only forty minutes until closing.
The place was packed. Len from his vantage of six feet three inches scoured the room but said he couldn't see the girls.
We managed to worm our way into a corner of the bar and Len ordered three pints of beer.
He handed me the car keys.
"You drive back." He said.
"I'm only having the one then." I replied.
"Buy a poor student a drink handsome?"
Somebody asked, rubbing their tits and fanny against my back and ass.
I turned and Jenny squashed her breasts against my chest.
"Hallo." She said, pulling my lips down to her own.
"Hallo." I squeezed an ass check, my movements lost in the crush at the bar.
"Len." I shouted over the noise of hundreds of young people and loud music as he passed me my beer. "Get Jenny a drink."
"It's alright Len." Jenny shouted, right in my ear. "I'll share Paul's."
"How did you get here?" She called into my ear.
"Car." I shouted back. "Len drove."
She nodded and lowering her head sipped the froth from my beer.
I kissed the white moustache it left from her lips and drank myself.
She took my hand and pulled me away from the bar to a table in a corner. Seated at it were Jane, Debbie, Shirley, Linda and a man I'd never meet before.
"Hallo Linda." I said. You could almost talk normally in this corner.
I sat in an empty chair and Jenny sat on my lap stealing the glass of beer from me and offering it to Shirley's lips.
"Hallo Paul." She nodded to the man. "This is Ian. We're on the same course."
"Hallo." I said. Holding out my hand.
"Aye." He said, waving one of his.
"Scottish?" It was more a statement than a question on my part.
"And what if I am?" He snapped.
"Nothing." I said quickly. "Just wondering."
"Well you can stop your wondering."
He stood up and almost yanked Linda to her feet.
"You wanted a dance. Come on then."
He pulled her onto the dance floor and despite it being a fast record placed both hands on her ass cheeks and just stood there swaying.
Len and Steve came up.
"Did I see that Linda?" Steve asked sitting in her chair.
"Dancing."
I nodded to the dance floor.
Len looked, looked away and looked again.
The fingers of one of Ian's hands were somewhere between the cheeks of Linda's ass and the other was out of sight between their bodies.
Linda reached behind her to pull his had away but all he did was pull her closer with, it was possible, even more of his fingers disappearing in her crevice.
"Stop it." We all heard her say.
"Come on." He replied.
Len stood up.
"Don't Len." Jenny said
Len either didn't hear or ignored her. He went up to Ian and tapped him on the shoulder.
"Fuck off." Ian said, not lifting his head from the side of Linda's neck.
Len squeezed his shoulder. Hard.
I don't think I'd ever seen anybody move as quickly as Ian did then. He turned, leaving Linda with her dress and knickers pushed up between the cheeks of her ass, punched Len on the stomach and as he doubled forward the jaw. Len dropped to one knee then rose and lunged forward, fists flying.
This time it was Ian who was taken by surprise. Len got one in that jerked Ian's head backwards. Ian seemed to block most of the other's and hit Len twice more. Len staggered back against a group of dancers catching one in the eye with his elbow. He had the sense to dodge the fist that came in return. Ian leapt at Len. Len span the man who's fist he'd just dodged between them following up with his own fist that bounced from the top of Ian's head and then it seem everybody was fighting.
Jenny buried her head in my chest and I wrapped my arms around her head to protect her. The rest of the girls were standing with their backs to the wall.
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