Five Years Ago - Chad
“I couldn’t find her Mr Kalkowski. I tried, but she’d moved from that address and her lawyer would only promise to pass a message on.”
Chad’s voice is tight. His old teacher lies in a hospital bed. His face is grey, his breathing shallow. Veins trail blue and winding paths through brown-spotted hands….
…. and yet the old man is smiling. “Don’t worry Chad. She’ll surface again, in her own time.” For a moment his breath flutters, but then, “I would have liked to see her again. To know that she received my letter.”
The letter sits inside Chad’s pocket and stays there.
And Chad doesn’t like the sunken eyes, still dark and alert, but housed in a face that is so old….
…. So old….
“When you’re back home, I’ll come round to visit and we can talk about how to find her….”
His teacher’s eyes slip across. “Chad,” he says gently. “We both know that I will not be going home again.”
The young man bites his lip. He has never lost a friend before, someone close, not like this.
Mr Kalkowski, astonishingly, lifts his hand to pat Chad’s. The hand trembles with the effort, but it lies warm and comforting as Chad bites back tears. “Don’t be sad, my boy. This time comes to all of us. I have had a good life and a long one. I am ready to go.”
“Mr Kalkowski….”
The old man interrupts him. “If you look in the top drawer of this locker by the bed, you will find an envelope. I would like you to deliver it to Jenny’s lawyers for me when you return to the City.”
“Yes, of course I will.” He finds the letter, written as always in a neat, careful hand, tucking into his pocket, to sit with the one already there.
“I think I should say goodbye now, Chad. I am very tired, and I need to sleep. You will be returning to the City now?”
“Yes, I’ve decided I’m leaving. It’s so different there. Anyone can be anything and…. And I think that’s where I want to be. I only came back here really to pick up my things and to say goodbye to everyone.”
“I’m sure you will have a good life, my boy. And when you do find Jenny, give her my love.”
“I’ll do that…. Mr Kalkowski?”
The old man’s voice is growing weak. “Yes, Chad?”
“May I stay with you? Now? Just for a while?”
The old man’s hand is still on his, but now Chad curls warm fingers around it. “Thank you, Chad. Yes, I would like that.”
Neither of them speaks any more.
After a while, a nurse bustles in, halting as she sees the boy’s tear-streaked face. “Oh, he’s gone, has he? That’s a shame. It’s good that you were with him.”
*****
James
hours, and I drift out of sleep, hazily aware of
Michael and Charlotte talk quietly.
strange in the odd glow cast by blinking lights and monitors, but their smiles are warm
saying. “That’s
neck, one hand cupping a breast, and she arches, her head flinging back in a familiar
“Master? Do you want….?”
feel weary, utterly spent. I don’t want to
want to
I’m up to it right now. But don’t let me stop you
whispering something to her. Naked, she rises to kneel
waist and hip, the smoothness of her stomach, her breasts, heavy in
at a nipple with one hand, the
her thighs open a little more, opening herself to his fingers as he slips through curls
you good and wet,” he says. His voice is loud, intended to be heard. And of course, this performance is for my
that they’re
she jerks and quakes. His fingers gleam and her perfume
her waist, supporting her as she quivers and whimpers. His other hand moves behind her
tits,” he says quietly. “Display yourself. Your
dips her fingers, then works at her nipples with the wet pads. The areolae crinkle as she tugs and pulls at the hardening nubs. Her
wide with spreading fingers, playing with her clit with the other. Something warm stirs in me as her body tensions. Her breasts swing and tremble with her movements, swaying in time with Michael’s rhythm from behind as she rocks
in the half-light her face and chest and belly are brilliantly scarlet. A thin
against her own mouth as she comes, not quite muffling the sound as she wails out her orgasm. Michael, looking around her as best he can
She looks amazing….
as she
Try to keep the noise
and shivers, her head hanging as her panting subsides, then,
Am I?
little, but I don’t think I
do the work Master if you want
“I’d like that….”
ought to be at full mast. Instead, I fight embarrassment at my barely enlarged member. Michael by contrast, sits to one side, his
me if I hurt you?” she
don’t think you’ll
and the bruising. She strokes and caresses and kisses me, her body and her smile warm. Her
hair sways and brushes over my body, teasing nerves endings, tickling at my thighs and
balls in the
It’s exquisite….
letting my eyes close
circling the head between thumb and forefinger, and at last, my arousal rises, glimmering through flesh and muscle, a warm
warmth breath bathes me, and then her mouth covers me, taking
gently rubbing my balls. Quivering under her as the tip
But….
…. I can’t….
responds no further. The warm promise of arousal
her jewelled
Charlotte, but I’m sorry. I’m