Date: Fri, 1 Jan 2010 17:17:50 +1100
From: The Pin <lawrencebradman@gmail.com>
Subject: Green eyes softly Part 6

Life was a comfortable routine in our studio flat, I was close to college
and at the same time felt free to move around the neighbourhood, where we
lived "anything went" and no one gave a hoot about our domestic
situation....what I found so nice was that even out shopping we were able
to hold hands like any other couple.  True, I did attract glances but never
was I actually pestered by unwanted attentions, mind you I would never go
into a Pub on my own (in any event I was a couple of months off 18....not
that anyone here would have minded) since that would have invited trouble.
Still it was amazing how many people from school seemed to have connections
with the area, I mean the elf and his fabulous blond friend...and their
partners - they were reasonable close by, which was good since they'd
shortly be needed for the photo sessions we had scheduled.. Reflectively,
content, happy I went about our business - I tended to be entrusted with
the prickly customers because as he put it "no one would have the heart to
upset someone so gorgeous..."  I hoped he would keep on being correct..this
next customer was a notoriously difficult person...a famous QC, rather
weird and volatile...and the name...it seemed familiar...but no matter,
here was the residence (NOT "House" oh no....this reeked of money, in an
exclusive mews too, rumour had it the occupant had already turned down one
of those "Grace and favour" establishments, it being not up to scratch in
his view...).  So, feeling rather small and vulnerable I pressed the
bell. No footman opened the door but I was in for a greater shock, one of
that pair of former confidantes/educators from school, promiscuous horrors
- or what you will - stood there

"Wow, it's you lovely!....you are still gorgeous!"  Here he was joined by
his friend and like friendly puppies they were all over me.

We sat down and quietly exchanged gossip - they too had left school early,
the situation was complex they explained and meanwhile, xxxxx"s Dad had
somehow (here they exchanged smirks) been appointed their guardian.  And
here was xxxxx, resignedly and apologetically he sauntered in - I recalled
him as being a halfway decent senior, certainly I had never been bothered
by him.  Seeing me he gave a low whistle, then settled himself between the
two - I noticed an arm being draped over each shoulder as they snuggled up
to him possessively.  Now it was time to explain my errand, we needed a
photo shoot of his father, nothing formal but one of the National weekend
papers intended doing a feature on this unusual man.  There was silence,
his son looked mildly apprehensive

"Dad doesn't do interviews.....er...hmmm, I know...why don't you come with
me?"

Happily I followed, up stairs, more stairs, still more stairs...until, well
it was a most intriguing attic...the view even took in the river...dozing
at an enormous desk was the man himself.

Dad!  Dad!!  We want a favour..."

"Christ, not another....who in God's name have you here, you've two
already??"

No, Dad no....I was at school with him too but never touched him...couldn't
get near (apologetically) but he's living with someone who needs ....well,
informal photos.." turning to me "Perhaps you explain?"

I did my best but expected at any minute that the cross examination would
begin, nothing of the sort happened, the old bugger seemed to soften
even..and then I noticed it, the portrait on the wall - she was young,
lovely, green eyed and with red hair.  I couldn't keep up the sales pitch
now, instead I apologised for the intrusion, stammered and backed away.
Piercing eyes stopped me dead

"Yes, I can be available, my son can arrange times and so forth..it won't
be a problem.  Wait downstairs could you please?"

Five minutes passed and then

"He saw you looking at Mum's picture and noted you reaction - he admires
you for not capitalising on it, which is why he agreed to the session...."

I left shortly after having given them our address - they were fun to be
with, delightfully uninhibited and probably much better for having a stable
partner...they were both studying...but what it was I didn't yet know.
Anyway, feeling cheerfully irresponsible I detoured to the shops, there in
a particular stall I found what I wanted, diaphanous with slit sides, I had
it neatly parcelled before heading off home.

Breaking the news was good, he was delighted though sobered somewhat when I
explained the background so to lighten the mood I asked him to wait "while
I changed into something more comfortable".

"Oh...my God..." was his reaction, the garment was ankle length and the
drape such that it not only clung but swished and swirled from my thighs
down.  He awoke from his shock and retrieved the shawl with which I'd once
stunned his elderly colleague.  Carefully adjusting this, he just stood and
stared as if hypnotised, still under a spell he sought me and oh so
reverently I felt lips on mine.  There he stood, unable to get enough but
eventually

"They do speak of Helen of Troy, and you wonder don't you, could someone
really be that beautiful....but they can...oh yes, and here I am kissing
you...lucky, lucky me...no, don't part that skirt...too late, standing like
that with your sweet leg exposed, too much, too much...come darling,
please, I need to love you"....and trembling fingers enclosed my eager
penis..as I went to my lover.