(Part 01)
It was in the early nineties when Eleanor Gallaher knocked on the door of number 35 Finchbottom Road, which was the Shallowfield home of Gregory and Amanda George, and had been for 15 years, ever since they were married.
It was a house that was very well known to Eleanor as she had been friends with Amanda for about 8 years despite being ten years younger.
“Is Amanda in?” she asked urgently when Greg had opened the door, although she already knew the answer, before she asked the question, but he wasn’t to know that at the time.
Eleanor was pretty, but not beautiful with a long face, a big toothy smile and long wavy straw coloured hair and she stood around five foot three in her flip flops.
As was the fashion of the time she was wearing knee length denim dungarees over a white t-shirt.
“I’m afraid not Ellie she’s gone to Abbottsford so I’m not expecting her back until late”
He replied and to his great surprise tears started to well up in her eyes and then they ran down her cheeks as she sobbed.
Greg in an act of chivalry stepped into action and put his arm around her and guided her into the hall away from prying eyes.
He stood and comfort her without speaking when she said
“I’m sorry” and buried her tearstained face in his neck.
He made encouraging noises and stroked her back but being a shoulder to cry on, was the full extent of his expertise with crying women, even pretty young women that he had feelings for, and Ellie certainly fit the bill to a tee.
Not that he could or would have done anything about it, even though his marriage was in its death throws.
He and Amanda were only together for two reasons one was that she was catholic and didn’t believe in divorce and the other one was laziness, it had become easier to maintain the status quo and stay together and live separate lives than to take decisive action to get on with their lives.
Greg held Ellie for some time until her sobs began to get shallower and shallower and eventually abated but still she held on to him very tightly and even began to nuzzle his neck and he could feel her breath on his skin, which was when the beast below his waist began to stir itself.
While still nuzzling his neck her hands began to caress up and down his back until her nuzzles turned to kisses and Greg reciprocated the caresses and in an instant her mouth was on his, and he tasted her soft lips, and hot mouth.
Ellie’s hands began to claw at his shirt, dragging it free from the waistband of his jeans and when she had succeeded, her trembling hands were on his flesh and she sighed and exhaled through her nose.
The kissing and the caressing finally gave way to pure lust and culminated in them making love in the in the spare room.
The reason for her distress was revealed to be that she had been dumped by her boyfriend, but the reason for the love making was the fact they had fancied each other almost from the first time they met.
A brief affair followed that first afternoon of fulfilling lust but Eleanor called a halt to it when she started dating a lad called Kevin and said
“Her boyfriend wouldn’t like it”.
Greg wasn’t happy about it because his feelings for her had deepened but what could he do, he had to respect her decision.
(Part 02)
Eleanor had called a halt to their brief affair when she started dating a lad called Kevin and said
“Her boyfriend wouldn’t like it”.
Greg wasn’t happy about it because his feelings for her had deepened but what could he do, he had to respect her decision.
There were however fairly regular relapses on Eleanor’s part when she would turn up at the house often in tears or just angry after a spat with a “Kevin” or whoever the latest Mr. Right was.
Greg would then comfort her or calm her down and then they would make love.
However she only ever turned up when she knew Amanda would be out.
So it was no surprise to Greg on a Saturday morning when Amanda was away at her Mothers that there was a knock at the door.
However at the time he was on the phone to his boss so he opened the door and as expected it was Eleanor, it was obvious that she had been crying, she walked in and gave him a look and bustled through to the lounge.
He was on the phone for about 40 minutes and when he’d finished he went into the lounge to find her face down on the sofa asleep.
Greg imagined she had probably been crying half the night and when she reached his house and found him on the phone she had thrown herself on the sofa and cried herself to sleep again.
He knew by the sound of her breathing that she was deeply asleep, they had slept together enough times for him to recognize the sound.
He also knew that she slept like the dead.
“Lovely” he said as he admired the small figure of the girl he loved draped on the sofa.
Greg knelt on the floor beside her and pushed her straw coloured hair aside and kissed her neck and when he got no response he smiled to himself.
“I’ll just have to wake you up another way” he said
Because Ellie had just fallen asleep were she came to rest on the sofa, she was laying with all her weight on one side, but because she slept so soundly and because she was so tiny it didn’t take too much effort on Greg’s part to get her on her side facing him so he could see her serene face while he held and stroked her hand which he was periodically kissing, but what he wanted to do was kiss her lips, but this was problematic after her mouth fell open and she started dribbling, so he smiled at her lovingly and kissed her cheek instead.
After about five minutes she began to waken while he held her hand and when her eyes opened she smiled.
“I was dreaming about you touching me” she said and wiped her mouth on the cushion
“I thought you’d never wake you” he said and leant in and took the kiss he had wanted
“Come to bed”
“Oh Greg” she purred “You always know how to cheer me up”
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