Sinful Deceit by Ray Gordon Read Free Book Online Page A

between a driving Mini and a having a good time, or a
BMW and a boring life, I know which I'd go for."
    "You don't
understand, Kirsty."
    "David, I
don't want to understand. There'll come a time when I have to worry
about a mortgage, bills, breast feeding, nappies, sleepless
nights... But I don't want that yet."
    "What do you
want, Kirsty?" He checked his watch again. "I really must be going.
I'll see you this evening, OK?"
    "Ring me."
    "I will."
    As he left the
room, I lay on my pillow and gazed at the sperm glistening on my
breasts. Trailing the opaque liquid around my erect nipples with my
fingertips, I pondered on the holiday. I'd not make any decisions
about David until I returned from Greece. The holiday would do me
good, give me time to think. David, Sharon, the future... I needed
to time to think. I felt that I was discovering myself, at last.
Although confused about my sexual identity, I felt the real me was
surfacing. I was a butterfly emerging from its pupa. I was still
learning. I knew I'd learn about myself, discover what was hiding
in my head.
    Massaging
David's sperm into my erect nipples, I was about to suck them when
the phone rang. Sitting up and lifting the receiver, I
instinctively knew it was Sharon. She seemed quiet, hesitant. Was
guilt tormenting her? She wanted to say something but couldn't
bring herself to turn her thoughts into speech. I detected anxiety
and asked her what the trouble was.
    "I think you
know," she replied sullenly.
    "Yes, I
believe I do. Was it all right for you?" The question sounded
silly.
    "It was...
Yes, it was good." She hesitated. I could hear her breathing,
thinking. "But it was wrong, Kirsty."
    "Who says
so?"
    "I... Everyone
says so. I don't mean I've asked people. I mean that it's accepted
that what we did was wrong."
    "Accepted by
society. Sharon, the point is that society doesn't know what we
did. No one knows."
    "I know," she
returned.
    "So you have a
problem with yourself?"
    "Yes, of
course I do. What we did was... Don't you have a problem with
it?"
    "Is what we
did illegal?"
    "Well...
No."
    "Was it
dangerous? I mean, harmful to our health?"
    "No, of course
not. I know what you're trying to do, Kirsty."
    "What am I
trying to do?"
    "You're trying
to make it sound OK."
    "It is OK. Do
you masturbate?"
    "Well... Yes,
sometimes."
    "Do you have a
problem with that?"
    "No."
    "But you have
a problem when I masturbate you?"
    "No. Well,
yes. Oh, I don't know. Anyway, I rang your work and they said you
hadn't turned up."
    "I decided to
take the day off. Want to go out somewhere?"
    "I suppose
so."
    "Don't sound
too enthusiastic," I giggled. I glanced at the window. "The rain's
stopped. I'll meet you in the park. We'll go for a walk and then
have coffee somewhere. Say, half an hour?"
    "OK. I'll meet
you by the pond."
    "I'll be
there."
    Leaping out of
bed, I wandered into the bathroom and showered. Would Sharon be
jealous if she discovered David had wanked over my nipples? More
than likely, I concluded. As the warm water cascaded over my naked
body, I pondered on jealousy. What was jealousy? Envy, resentment.
An emotion felt when someone has something you don't have. Why
would Sharon be jealous? She wouldn't want David masturbating and
shooting his sperm over her breasts. If she found herself gripped
by jealousy, then it would be because David had committed a sexual
act with me.
    Leaving the
shower and towelling my naked body, I wondered what to wear. I
glanced out of my bedroom window. The rain clouds had gone. David
had gone, the sun was shining. I slipped into a thin cotton dress.
Summery turquoise, short, revealing. Buttons of pearl ran down the
front like drops of spilled sperm. I wore no bra or panties. A
sense of freedom welled between my thighs as I moved about. My
nipples rose against the loose material of my dress. I felt
alive.
    Despite the
grass being wet, the park was busy with people dressed in their
summer clothes. Short skirts, loose blouses, tight T-shirts...
Wondering