Web of Desire (18 page)

‘Hello, me,’ Mandy sighed.

‘Sorry, did I wake you?’

‘No, no. I was in the shower.’

‘I rang last night but you must have been out. So, how are things?’

‘Fine,’ Mandy breathed, hearing Jackie go into the bathroom. ‘And you?’

‘I’m OK. I was wondering what you thought of Henry?’

‘Yes, he’s … he’s a nice man,’ Mandy replied, feeling guilty.

‘Sorry I had to rush off the other night. Anyway, I thought we’d do a foursome again.’

‘With Henry?’

‘Yes, of course. You and Gary and Henry and me.’

‘Oh, well … yes – yes, that would be nice.’

‘Are you all right, Mandy? Only, you sound worried or something.’

‘I’m fine, honestly. It’s just that I have a mountain of work to do and it’s playing on my mind.’

‘Did you have a late night? Were you a naughty girl?’

‘I was a naughty girl, yes. I had lesbian sex last night and I’m shattered.’

‘Lesbian sex? Anyone I know, such as Jackie?’

‘Who? Oh, no, no.’

‘Tell me more.’

‘We’re both into water sports,’ Mandy said triumphantly, realising that she was still playing the game of one-upmanship.

‘Wow, really? That’s something I’ve never done.’

‘Haven’t you?’ Mandy asked her in surprise. ‘You don’t know what you’re missing.’

‘Well, there
are
limits.’

‘I didn’t think you had limits, Paula.’

‘And I thought you were a shy little thing. You’ve got a string of men, and now you play water sports with another girl. Have you always been like this?’

‘Only since I met … I mean, since I met the girl several years ago. I suppose I’ve always been oversexed.’ Dreaming up a story, Mandy was loving the game. ‘Do you remember Bryony from school?’

‘Er … no, I don’t think so.’

‘Never mind. Anyway, I’d better—’

‘What happened with this Bryony?’

‘I’ve been seeing her on and off since we left school. She’s a right little nymphomaniac. I thought you’d had lesbian sex, Paula?’

‘Yes, yes, I have. This Bryony, would it be possible for me to meet her?’

‘Well, I’m not sure. Look, I can’t talk now. I have so much work on at the moment. If I don’t get started, it will never be finished.’

‘Oh, right. By the way, I thought Gary was nice.’

‘Yes, he is. And he’s loaded.’

‘Really?’

‘It’s funny, Paula. When we met up, you told me about your men and your gardener and the cleaning woman. I didn’t like to say too much at the time, but … I haven’t done the housework or washing and ironing for years. My lesbian friend does all that for me.’

‘You
are
doing well. I thought you had a man to do your shopping?’

‘Bryony does it now. The trouble is, I have too many sexual partners. I’m like you, in that respect. I have men on the go everywhere.’

‘They can be a pain,’ Paula sighed. ‘Henry is my main man at the moment. He’s damned good in bed and he has a cock to die for. It’s so big, Mandy. I’m telling you, it would rip you open.’

‘I didn’t think his … well, you’re a lucky girl. Has he got money, though?’

‘He’s absolutely loaded. I’d better get on with some work, Mandy. I’ll ring you later and we’ll fix something up.’

‘OK, great. Bye.’

Hanging up, Mandy grinned. Paula had never been into water sports? she mused triumphantly. Mandy was now well ahead in the game of one-upmanship, and she hadn’t had to lie about lesbian sex and water sports. But where was her deviant lifestyle getting her? Her thoughts turned to Henry – she hadn’t reckoned his cock was that big. He was big
enough
, but nothing like Paula had suggested. Why was she lying? Mandy wondered as she made two cups of coffee. There was something about Paula that didn’t add up, but she couldn’t put her finger on it. Henry was her man, or he had been. Perhaps she was just exaggerating about his cock.

‘I’ll make a mental shopping list,’ Jackie said as she bounded down the stairs after a shower. Her long blonde hair cascaded over her white blouse and she looked stunning. ‘I’ll do the shopping in my lunch hour and see you when I get in from work.’

‘Oh, right,’ Mandy said, wondering what to say. ‘I’ve made you a coffee.’

‘I’ll buy a rubber sheet for the bed,’ Jackie said, giggling as she sat at the kitchen table.

‘Jackie …’ Mandy began. ‘It’s nice of you to do the shopping. The thing is—’

‘I have money,’ the girl cut in. ‘My father gives me an allowance. I only work to keep him happy. He’s got more money than you could ever imagine.’

‘Really?’ Mandy said, her interest rising.

‘He bought me a house and a car. I’m an only child, so he spoils me rotten. Mum left years ago, so Dad only has me. You’ll have to come round to my house.’

‘Yes, I’d like that. How old is your dad?’

‘He’s thirty-six. You must meet him. We’ll have to go to his house – I’m sure you’ll like him.’

‘I’m sure I will.’

‘It’s strange, really. He has all that money, and no woman in his life. So, what would you like to eat this evening? Apart from my pussy, I mean.’

‘Anything, I’m not bothered,’ Mandy replied nonchalantly. ‘Does your dad know that you’re a lesbian?’

‘Yes, and he’s fine about it.’ Leaving the table and opening the fridge, she sighed. ‘Milk, cheese, eggs, butter … looks like you’re low on everything.’

‘Yes, I should have been shopping days ago but I’ve been so busy.’

‘That’s OK, you have me to do it now.’ Jackie downed her coffee and kissed Mandy’s cheek. ‘OK, I’d better go. I have to walk home and get my car. I
didn’t
use it last night in case I wanted a drink. I’ll see you later.’

‘Yes, right.’

‘What time are you going out?’

‘I’m … I’m not sure,’ Mandy sighed. ‘I’ll be here when you get home. When you get back, I mean.’

‘OK, keep your pussy warm and wet for me. Bye.’

Thirty-six years old, single, loaded, and with a horny lesbian daughter, Mandy thought. ‘Before you go …’ she called, following Jackie to the front door. ‘How about taking me to meet your dad this evening?’

‘OK, he’d like that.’

‘Right, well … I’ll see you later, then.’

Wandering back into the kitchen as Jackie closed the front door, Mandy sipped her coffee and made her plans.
Thirty-six years old, single, loaded
… She imagined having a sexual relationship with both father and daughter and grinned. The evening was going to be interesting, she thought, taking her coffee into the dining room and switching her computer on. Very interesting.

After working all day on the web site, Mandy had a shower and dressed in a red miniskirt, stockings, and white blouse. Pacing the lounge floor, wondering what time Jackie would return, she was becoming impatient. If Gary turned up, things could be very awkward, she mused anxiously. She didn’t want anyone else to meet Jackie. The girl was her secret, and she was determined to keep it that way. She grabbed the ringing phone and felt her stomach churn as David asked her out for the evening.

‘I can’t,’ she breathed. ‘I’m sorry, David. I’m … I’m seeing a client about a web site this evening.’

‘OK, not to worry. Work must come first. How about tomorrow?’

‘Yes, yes – that should be fine.’

‘You obviously got home safely last night. Did you sleep well? Did you dream about me?’

‘I went straight to sleep. I never dream.’

‘I had the most amazing dream about you, Mandy. We were in this huge bed and—’

‘There’s the doorbell,’ Mandy cut in. ‘It’ll be my client.’

‘Yes, I heard the bell. OK, I’ll see you tomorrow.’

‘OK, bye.’

Letting Jackie in, Mandy helped her to lug several carrier bags of shopping into the kitchen. This had saved a lot of time, she thought as she put the food away. Time, and money. Looking forward to meeting Jackie’s father, she suggested that they should leave straight away and eat later. Jackie was happy with that. Clutching Mandy’s head, she kissed her full lips and slipped her tongue into her mouth. Mandy felt her stomach somersault, her clitoris swell and her pussy milk seep into her tight panties as she returned the passionate kiss.

‘I want you,’ Jackie breathed.

‘Later,’ Mandy said, pulling away. ‘Let’s go and see your dad first.’

‘OK, my car’s outside.’

Mandy grabbed her handbag and left the flat, eyeing Jackie’s short skirt as she followed her down the path to the street. She had beautiful long legs, she thought. Shapely thighs, trim, firm buttocks … Trying not to think about lesbian sex, she pondered on meeting the girl’s father. Feeling anxious, she recalled taking John round to meet her parents. It had all been rather awkward, she reflected, wondering what he was doing now. Wallowing in self-pity?

‘Wow,’ Mandy breathed as they reached Jackie’s car. ‘A Mercedes?’

‘As I said, Dad bought it for me.’

‘That’s a coincidence,’ Mandy murmured, sitting next to Jackie and closing the door. ‘Paula has one just like this.’

‘Did she tell you that?’ Jackie asked her as she drove off.

‘I’ve been in it. She gave me a lift and—’

‘That was this car,’ Jackie cut in as she turned onto the main road. ‘
My
car.’

‘What?’

‘She borrows it sometimes, to do her shopping. She doesn’t have a car so …’

‘But I thought she was loaded?’

‘She earns good money, but she’s not loaded.’

‘Hang on, Jackie. Paula is your boss, isn’t she?’

‘Yes, she runs the office I work in.’

‘She doesn’t own the company?’

‘Own it? God, no. Did she tell you …?’

‘No, no, she didn’t say anything. I just assumed that she … I obviously got the wrong end of the stick. Who would have thought that I’d be in the very same car with you?’

‘I’m happy that you’re with me, Mandy. You do know that I’m in love with you, don’t you?’

‘Yes, I had gathered that,’ Mandy replied with a giggle. ‘I must admit that I … well, I have feelings for you.’

‘Wet feelings?’ Jackie asked, laughing as she turned onto a long driveway and pulled up outside a Victorian mansion. ‘Pussy-wet feelings?’

‘Very pussy-wet. This is a lovely car, Jackie.’

‘I don’t use it that often. I walk to work, unless it looks like rain. Don’t you have a car?’

‘No, I can’t afford one,’ Mandy sighed.

‘You can use mine whenever you want to. OK, here we are. This is Dad’s place.’

Leaving the car, Mandy gazed at the stone steps leading up to a huge oak door. The man was obviously rich, she thought, following Jackie up the steps. Jackie took a key from her bag, opened the door and invited Mandy in. The hall was the size of her lounge, Mandy observed, feeling anxious again as Jackie called out for her father. Following the girl into a massive room, Mandy looked at the antique furniture. A grandfather clock ticking in the corner, a leather Chesterfield by a huge open fireplace … The man was obviously very rich.

‘This is Mandy,’ she said as a good-looking man entered the room. ‘Mandy, this is Nick, my dad.’

‘I’m pleased to meet you,’ Mandy said, shaking the man’s hand.

‘You’re a sweet little thing,’ he said, chuckling as he looked her up and down.

‘Don’t start, Dad,’ Jackie said. ‘I’m sorry, but he has an eye for the girls.’

‘Rather like you, Jackie,’ he retorted, chuckling again. ‘Er … are you two … I mean, are you together?’

‘I think so, Dad. You’d better ask Mandy.’

‘Yes, we are,’ Mandy said softly.

‘I’m pleased to hear it. I hope the relationship lasts a long time, Mandy. It’ll be nice to have a cute little thing like you calling round.’

‘Dad, stop it,’ Jackie sighed. ‘Sorry, Mandy. He’s just a dirty old man. Perfectly harmless, but very dirty.’

‘It’s a funny set-up, Mandy,’ Jackie’s father said, winking at her. ‘Jackie and I are both into girls.’

‘It’s certainly different,’ Mandy murmured.

‘Right, let’s all sit down and have a cosy chat. Jackie, why haven’t you been round to see me?’

Mandy gazed around the room again as Jackie talked to her father. Surrounded by all this luxury,
she
speculated why Paula had lied to her. Her old school friend didn’t even own a car, let alone a new Mercedes. She didn’t own the company, and Mandy began to wonder whether she had two houses. It was a shame that she’d had to lie, she thought dolefully. There again, in the beginning Mandy had lied. The game of one-upmanship was being played on both sides, she reflected. Of course, had she not bumped into Paula, she’d never have met Gary or David or … Gazing at Jackie, she realised that she’d have never met the girl if it hadn’t been for Paula.

Mandy’s thoughts were still confused, but she was beginning to understand how much Jackie meant to her. She’d only been with the girl for a couple of days, and yet … Was this love? Jackie’s father obviously had no problems about his daughter’s lesbian relationship, but Mandy knew that her own parents wouldn’t be so understanding. Her father would probably disown her, she reckoned. And her mother would be devastated. But it was early days yet.

‘You’ve only known each other for a couple of days?’ Jackie’s father said. ‘Well, I hope you stay together.’

‘We will,’ Mandy said. ‘For always.’

‘Are you moving in with Jackie?’

Well, I—’

‘We haven’t made any plans yet, Dad,’ Jackie cut in. ‘Mandy has her own flat, so …’

‘It seems daft to live separately. Why not move in together?’

‘We probably will, Nick,’ Mandy breathed. ‘You don’t mind me calling you Nick?’

‘Well, it’s better than Marjorie,’ he returned, chuckling. ‘Rent your flat out and move in with Jackie.’

‘I suppose the rent would pay the mortgage.’

‘Mortgage? God, you don’t want a mortgage.’

‘I have no choice, I’m afraid.’

‘If you two are serious about each other, I’ll … Give it a couple of months and, if things are working out, I’ll pay the mortgage off for you.’

‘No,’ Mandy gasped. ‘I couldn’t let you …’

‘Of course you could – don’t be so silly.’

Stunned, Mandy returned Jackie’s smile as the girl talked to her father about her house. The situation was running away with her. She’d only met Jackie twice and … But there was definitely something about the girl. It wasn’t only sex, she knew as gazed into her lover’s blue eyes. Her stomach somersaulting, she wondered again whether she was in love. That was the last thing she’d expected, or needed – especially with another girl.