The Little Red Kilt (Matryoshka #1) (4 page)

On the
pavement outside the pub, they paused in the unexpected but light
summer rain and even though his flat wasn’t far, Owen quickly
hailed a cab; it was incredible how rapidly cabs in London filled
when it rained. In any case, Owen wanted to get to the flat as soon
as possible, veins swimming with adrenaline; he could hardly
believe his luck.

Giving the
address, Owen helped Anna into the rear of the cab and sat beside
her. They were silent on the short journey, but electricity charged
the space between them.

The heady
smell of alcohol and the scent of her hair flew to meet his senses.
He breathed deeply through his nose, filling his lungs with her,
and counted his blessings.

Once inside,
Owen’s nerves threatened to engulf him, astounded at the impact she
had, he busied himself with wine and glasses, and entering the
lounge with their drinks, saw she’d kicked off her shoes, her legs
tucked neatly beneath her, having made herself comfortable on a
sofa.

His heartbeat
crazily palpitating as he handed Anna a glass.

‘Cheers.’

‘To my new
job,’ she toasted, ‘thank you. This is a lovely flat.’

‘Not bad, but
it isn’t mine, the company own it.’

‘It’s still
out of this world, how long are you here?’

‘Perhaps
another month, it depends on the new team, as soon as they’re up to
speed I’ll go home.’

‘Are you
married?’

‘No, are you?’
they laughed easily, ‘are you hungry?’

‘Famished,’
she replied, ‘I was too nervous to eat lunch. I think that’s why
the wine’s gone to my head so quickly.’

‘There’s
nothing to eat here, I don’t bother keeping stuff in. I’ll go get
us a Chinese. I’d phone, but I think I need a brisk walk,’ he said,
draining his glass. ‘Here’s the remote, watch TV or something, help
yourself to wine. At least there’s plenty to drink…’

oOo

She texted
while he was waiting for the food. ‘
Hurry up, I’m starving.’
He laughed out loud, and wrote a silly reply. Things hadn’t been
this good for a long while. They exchanged a number of texts during
the thirty minutes he was away. Jokey, silly, and increasingly
sexy, Owen’s heart filled fit to burst as he rode the elevator to
his floor.

Leaving his
shoes by the front door, he moved silently along the hallway. Anna
was not in the lounge, or the kitchen. Putting the food down, he
went to investigate.

‘I’m back,’ he
shouted, returning to the hall, ‘you in the bathroom?’

‘No, I’m in
here,’ she replied, her voice coming from behind one of the doors.
Owen pushed it open.

Sitting in the
middle of the bed, a sheet pulled up to her chin, she looked
divine, and he hoped Anna was naked beneath, the clothing strewn
across the floor indicated she was, Owen’s cock hardened and pushed
painfully against his fly.

‘My mum used
to fancy you,’ she said. Her tongue made a small circuit of her
lips.

‘Did she? I
didn’t know that.’

‘Oh, yes, she
told me after the barbeque the other week. I think she was pissed,
said that all the girls used to fancy you.’

‘That’s not
true. Your father was the school heart-throb, not me.’

‘Well, that’s
not what she said, and I can see why too.’ Anna giggled. Her eyes
fixed on the bulge in his trousers, her cheeks unstained by
blushes.

‘I’m not sure
about this,’ he said.

‘Because I’m
naked, drunk and in your bed?’ she giggled again and hiccupped.

‘Not sure this
is wise.’ He tried to squash the lust flooding his brain, matching
his hard-on, never knowing which arrived first, the hard-on or the
ping in his head, there was little separation to differentiate
whether his cock ruled him, or he ruled his cock.

Crossing the
floor in a couple of easy strides, in spite of the impediment of
his erection, Owen stood beside the bed, in wonder at his fantastic
luck as he gazed down at the delectable piece between his
sheets.

‘We can eat
afterwards,’ she said. ‘Let’s get the first fuck over with, I want
you, you want me, let’s not mess about.’

Speechless,
Owen’s hard-on subsided a little. Not quite what he had in mind,
she was way too forward for his taste. In spite of her beauty,
fabulous body, glorious hair, having all the bits in the right
places, in the right proportion, Owen’s cock softened,
inch-by-inch. Floundering, he hesitated; he didn’t want to let on
that she’d just thrown a metaphorical bucket of water over him. At
least it answered his question about the rule of cock.

‘Get up, let’s
eat, I’m famished,’ he said, disguising his disappointment.

He detested
easy women. Even her stricken face didn’t move him. He turned and
headed back to the kitchen, poured another drink and served the
food.

‘I’m sorry,
Owen, I got it all wrong,’ she announced, arriving in the lounge
wrapped in the sheet.

‘Don’t worry
about it, it’s not you, it’s me.’ Using the hackneyed phrase he
rolled out all too often in the past when he wanted to offload a
hanger-on. ‘Try to eat something. You’re all over the place. It’ll
soak up the alcohol.’ His words made him sound as old as he
suddenly felt.

After eating a
few mouthfuls, Anna crashed out on the sofa, the sheet still
tangled around her. Her hair in complete disarray, limbs as if
disjointed, she resembled a broken mannequin and a surge of pity
rippled through him. Nevertheless, he went through the motions of
preparing for bed and without waking her, set his alarm, and fell
asleep within seconds.

oOo

‘Stay here.
Sleep it off, honestly, sweetheart. You’re in no shape to go in.
Call in sick, I can’t phone in for you, it’ll seem odd, and I don’t
need gossip. I’ll leave the number on the table. There’s juice in
the fridge, drink lots, and don’t go home. I’ll see you back to
your place later. Let your parents think you’ve gone to work.’

‘But,
Owen…’

‘No buts,
Anna, stay here, sober up, and I’ll see you soon. I’ll rearrange a
few meetings, so I’ll be back before you know it.’

Although in a
sorry state, Owen thought her immensely attractive, even crumpled
on the settee. His cock stirred; the sheet had slipped, exposing
ripe pippins and Owen’s cock twitched a little more. Happy that
everything was in working order again, he made up his mind to have
Miss Carmichael before the day was through. Pleased that her antics
had prevented a drunken session and fully convinced that she was a
virgin, despite her bravado of the previous evening, Owen intended
to demonstrate that their first fuck would be worth the wait.

Having
rearranged his day, Owen left the office just after two. Arriving
at the flat, managing to curb his enthusiasm, he opened the door as
sedately as possible, delighted to see Anna still inside. She had
clearly bathed and tidied the place too.

‘Feeling
better?’

She looked
vulnerable, curled up on the large sofa, her legs tucked up under
her, the TV remote by her side. A swift pang of misgiving hit him;
his favourite DVD was still in the machine.

‘Much. I’m so
sorry about last night. I had too much to drink…I, I, er, I hope I
didn’t embarrass you? No. Don’t tell me anything, it’s all a bit
hazy, and I’d rather keep it that way.’

Taking
advantage of her self-doubt and delighted that she seemed to have
no memory of the latter part of the evening, he decided not to play
the gallant, and remained silent. It would make his plans so much
easier to carry out. After all, she was gagging for it and in a
happy coincidence Owen had been given the nod that his secondment
was ending. He could fuck her and leave.

Brilliant. He
couldn’t have planned it better.

‘I’ll make us
a coffee.’ Picking up the remote, he pressed play.

The screen
filled with the images he craved, but he didn’t look at the women
in the film, instead, kept his eyes firmly fixed on Anna’s face.
Watching sobriety colour her deep scarlet, he allowed himself an
inner smile.

‘Is it too
much for you? Only, last night you mentioned that you had never
seen a porn movie. I thought it might be fun to get a few firsts
out of the way in one afternoon, apparently, you have a long list
of “firsts” to work through.’

‘You’re making
it up…’

‘Afraid not,
sweet pea,’ he said. Moving in on her, remote in hand, turning up
the volume so the sounds of the women on the screen filled the air
around them.

‘Argh, mmmm,
oh yes, baby, oh yes, like that, yes do it like that.’

The woman’s
legs wide, her red, shiny lips open, words tumbling while the girl
between her legs licked and slurped noisily.

‘Would you
like me to do that to you?’ he whispered.

‘I don’t know…
I’ve never done it before…’

‘I know, but I
promise you’ll like it, and guess what? You’ll still be a
virgin.’

The women on
screen reached noisy orgasm. Owen pulled Anna to her feet and
slowly undressed her until she was standing naked in front of
him.

‘Sit
down.’

‘Aren’t you
going to undress?’

‘And shut
up.’

Dropping to
his knees, he opened her legs and nestled between them. The scent
of bodywash rose up to meet him, but he didn’t allow distraction.
He’d soon have her musky juice filling his mouth and nostrils.
Anticipating her warm essence, he buried his face into her.
Delighted, the girl followed orders and remained silent and pliant
under his diligent attention. His cock so hard, he was certain he
would cream his pants.

Coming up for
air, his face wet with her, he moved upward and kissed her deep on
her mouth. Pushing his tongue between her lips, tasting mint on her
newly brushed teeth, momentarily regretting his coffee breath, he
plundered until she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him
tightly against her.

Making a
decision, Owen broke free. Standing, he grabbed her hands, pulled
her up, and scooped her into his arms. Her gasp spurred him on as
he carried her into the bedroom, her arms wrapped around his neck,
head lolling on his shoulder.

‘You’re too
damn tempting. I’ve got to have you. It’ll be way different to last
night,’ he promised.

He felt
invincible. He’d have her, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d
had a virgin. His cock rigid, as hard as it had been for many
years, he couldn’t wait to plug her.

Owen deposited
the girl onto the bed.

‘Keep still,
Anna, just as you are.’

He rid himself
of his clothes, cursing his buckle, in his haste, clumsily unable
to undo it. Free at last, Owen’s cock swayed as he moved towards
the girl. She had remained motionless, her head back.

‘Lift up, open
your eyes,’ he ordered. ‘And your legs. Last night you said that
you wanted to get the first fuck out of the way, so that’s what I’m
going to do. Just for you. I always fancied your mum you know.’

The girl’s
sharp intake of breath failed to silence him.

‘But she was
never a patch on you,’ he continued. ‘Wider, Anna. Nice and wide. I
can see you glistening.’

Holding his
cock in one hand, suspended above her with the other, biceps
bulging with effort, Owen probed her opening with the tip of his
cock, controlling the urge to thrust into her in one movement.
Leaning down, he kissed her again, plundering her mouth, relaxing
on top of her. Taking most of his weight, he guided his cock gently
inside, a tiny movement forward, increments so slow, so very slow,
and as he’d hoped, she bucked up beneath him, aiding his
progress.

‘Owen, oh, oh,
Owen, take me, fuck me, fuck me. I want you to be my first, do it
now, please, please do it now.’

The relief of
reaching the resistance of her almost did for Owen, he had never
suffered with premature ejaculation in his entire life, and he
wasn’t about to start now. He pictured Anna’s mother, staving off
his orgasm by imagining her large rump and pendulous breasts as he
finally and completely penetrated her daughter. Moving back and
forward slowly inside the tight sheath of Anna’s moist, silken
folds, her legs wrapped satisfyingly around him, silencing her
small mewling sounds with kisses. Owen worked hard, diverting his
thoughts from the morsel beneath him, determined to give her
pleasure, even if he was unable to provide her first orgasm, he’d
see to it later. That was a given.

Her hot kisses
and squirming body close to driving him insane as he finally
allowed the image of her mother to fade from his mind. Opening his
eyes, meeting the sweet, wide gaze of Anna, her pupils dilated with
lust, lips parted slightly, inviting his tongue, his lips, and his
kiss. Bugger! He’d have to pull out, he’d forgotten the condom, the
thought tempered lust at the exact moment he pierced the girl
beneath him with a final grunt and Owen ejaculated, flooding Anna
with spasm after spasm of hot seed.

‘Oh god, I’m
sorry, that was selfish, I’ll make it up to you,’ he promised. ‘I
hope you’re on the pill.’

‘Mmm, yes, but
it’s a bit late to ask don’t you think?’ Anna laughed. Her eyes
locked his, wide with pleasure.

Owen’s heart
constricted.

Certain that a
heart attack was imminent, a sensation he didn’t recognise assailed
his senses, and he couldn’t resist leaning down for another volley
of kisses. His cock stirred again, he moved his lips from hers, to
her nose, back to her mouth, and downward until his tongue found
its target. The girl’s groans filled the room as her lust-filled
lover went to work.

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