The tables were spaced out on a close-cropped lawn the size of a tennis-court and surrounded by well-pruned trees, strung with lights ready for darkness.
Stella leaned towards me as Jane's attention was distracted.
“Look at that thing at my elbow-or have you seen it already?”
“What thing?”
“Here behind me.” She moved her eyes to indicate the direction. “She moved round behind you, now.”
I looked round quickly, not quite sure what I was looking for and nearly stuck my nose into one of the largest female bottoms I'd ever seen! I drew back and took stock as she turned to talk to a male companion. She must have been about six feet tall and had everything outsize to match. All she more were a pair of shorts and a silk scarf across her breasts, which stuck outwards and upwards like massive footballs. She couldn't have been more than about twenty-five or so.
“I actually had my elbow up her arse.”
“Stella!”
“True-she came too close and I turned and it went right between the cheeks; she apologised, too.”
“I hadn't noticed.”
“I know — you were too busy watching the other talent that abounds! How would you like to have her in bed, eh?”
“I don't think I'd know much about it-she could lay you out with one swipe of those great breasts!”
“I was nearly raped by a woman of her size once; she caught me in a toilet with my pants down. It was my own fault, really I was silly enough to have a drink in a pub frequented by lesbians, on the more sleazy side of London. You know-one of those moods when one takes a fancy to see how 'the other half live'. I suppose she noticed me eyeing one or two of the better looking locals and thought I was trying to get a pick-up for a few kicks.
“Well, I went to have a pee, and, of course, it had to be one of the places that don't have any locks on the doors. I was just squeezing out the last drops, when in walks this character. I got up and made a grab at my pants but I wasn't nearly quick enough; I hadn't got them half way up my legs when she had a great hamlike hand over my poor little cunny-.her hand covered the whole lot, including half my bottom! I don't know if you've ever had someone grab you there-I mean when you don't want it-but it's a revolting sensation-humiliating, too. Then she was trying to kiss me. Ugh! I'll never forget that horrible, beery breath!
“Things went from bad to worse; she started trying to push a finger up me. I screamed, then, and several people came in-including the publican! I got out feeling unclean, but lucky. I went straight home and soaked for hours in the bath, blushing every time I thought of all those people-a man included-seeing me with my knickers down and another woman's hand pawing me between my…”
“What are you two whispering about?” Jane's attention had come back to us. I began to feel uncomfortable again, when she added: “Something that I shouldn't know about?”
“I was just telling your mother about something that happened to me a long time ago.”
“Exciting?”
“Definitely not! Shall we have another drink before we go?” Stella was already catching the eye of a waiter. By the time she had given the order, Jane's mind had wandered off the subject.
However, the subject having been brought back rather spoilt the rest of the trip for me. I started to notice something else, then-Jane kept eyeing me when she thought I wasn't noticing, and she had the most peculiar expression on her face. I began to wish I was sitting behind her in the car. When we got back, I wished it were bed-time, so that I could shut myself in with Stella and not have to face those eyes.
I had convinced myself by now that she had seen everything that afternoon-even when we were down on the beach. I had also convinced myself that she had enough knowledge about the sexes to know what was going on between her mother and Stella.
By the time Jane went off to her room, I was feeling like a criminal.
“Come on, darling-I know what will pull you right.” She poured two stiff whiskies and handed me one; lit two cigarettes and stuck one in my mouth. Taking me by the arm, she led me into the bedroom, locking the door after us. “Now sit down there and talk it out of your system-by the time we've finished our cigarettes talk ceases, action starts. By the way-I have a surprise, for you and I don't want you all broody!”
“I won't be, Stella,” I smiled. “Even though this whole business about Jane has me worried sick I know I shall still enjoy our love-making-is that strange?”
“Of course it isn't; sex is as important as eating and drinking. One only ceases to want them when one is approaching the suicide stage-and it isn't nearly as serious as that.”
She sat on the bed beside me. “Is there anything you think I could do-any advice you want to ask? I'll do anything-after all, it was really me who got you into this in the first place; I practically raped you.”
“Oh, shut up! It became mutual before it got to the rape stage-how can you rape a willing woman? You gave me something I hadn't known I'd wanted before. That's all.” I finished the whisky and reached over to stub out my cigarette in the ash tray by the bed.
“And that's your talking time run out!” grinned Stella.
“Oh, all right, then.” I stood up, hands on hips and struck a sexy pose for her, pushing one hip out, “Now I suppose we strip for action?”
“Talk, if you want to-if it helps.”
“There's nothing to talk about and it certainly won't help. I'd rather forget it for tonight-and this is about the only way I can.”
“All right-strip!” Stella bounded up from the bed and began to struggle out of her dress while I did likewise. Once stripped to the buff and seeing Stella in all her naked glory, erotic excitement rapidly pushed all other worries from my mind. I pulled Stella to me for a long kiss, running my hands up and down her back, squeezing her plump bottom-cheeks, pressing myself to her to get as close as possible to that soft warmth.
“I must go to the toilet before we go any further, darling-won't be a minute.” She slipped on her negligee and went out.
To make myself as desirable as I could for her, combed my hair and quickly repaired my make-up being purposely a little heavy-handed with the lip-stick. I gave myself a spray, in the most important places, of my favourite perfume and drew an admiring “wow” when she came back. She looked closely at my car-mined lips, had a peck at them and sniffed deeply.
“Darling-you're taking a hell of a chance! I was randy to start with, now I'm nearly boiling over- you could get scalded! By the way-do you want to pee before we lock the door for the night? You should-sex is better with an empty bladder and you don't want to have to get up in the middle of the night. Off you go!”
“I suppose I could manage a few drops.” I covered my nakedness and went to the toilet. As I passed Jane's door on the way back, I hesitated, then decided I ought to look in on her. I opened her door and poked my head inside. She was sitting up in bed reading.
“Came to tuck you up, darling,” I said, going over to her. “Not sleepy yet?”
“I was just going to lie down,” she answered, putting her book on the bed-side table.
“I can tuck you up, then?”