"You can look," she said. "I'll be a bit offended if you don't, to be honest."
I gallantly returned my gaze to her as she wandered around the room. Occasionally she would glance at me, a shy little grin just visible. Then she located the item she was looking for and held it up - a small black skirt.
"What do you think?"
I shook my head. "No way it'll fit me. Might look hot on you though."
She laughed. Then, her grin getting a little wider, she undid her jeans and started to slide them off. Her long legs emerged and I noticed that her white underwear matched her bra. She saw me looking.
"Complete lottery that they match," she said. "I just threw some clean stuff into a bag last night. Good job I didn't bring my granny knickers."
"I'm sure you look nice even in granny knickers," I said.
"Yeah? Wanna bet? I'd put them on and model them for you, but you'd never want to touch me again."
"I can't imagine that ever happening, Kaz."
She made a face. "Hope not." Then she hesitated. "This is going to sound a bit silly, but... could I ask you a favour?"
"Of course."
"Could you call me by my name? Not Kaz? Like you did with Lennie... calling her Eleanor?"
"Of course - I'd be happy to. What are you? A Karen? Caroline?"
"I'm a Kathryn, actually. With a K. I was a Kat for a while, but somehow I ended up as a Kaz."
"You're very beautiful, Kathryn," I said, and was surprised and touched to see her blush.
"Thanks." She picked up the black skirt and seemed to regard it for a moment, still standing there in just her underwear. Her phone buzzed in her bag. She retrieved it and stared at the screen, then laughed.
"It's from Jen," she said. "Wanna see it?"
"Sure." Though I had a hunch before I even looked at the screen.
Dont u dare fuck him!!
I laughed too. It was quite flattering, how quickly she'd become so possessive.
Then, as I was holding it, it buzzed again. A second message from Jen.
OK u can if u want to but u have to tell me everything after xxx
I nodded thoughtfully. I held it up so she can read it. She also nodded slowly, and looked at me.
The phone buzzed for a third time.
Lennie says its ok too u lucky cow!! Call me after pls! xx
"Even Eleanor says it's OK," said Kaz. Kathryn, I corrected myself. "Though... you probably have no time. Or the energy. And probably... being in my bedroom freaks you out a little."
I didn't say anything.
She came towards me and reached out and stroked my groin with the tips of her fingers. I reached up and put my hands around her face, framing her. I kissed her.
"Mmm," she said. "It would seem you're OK with the idea. So, what do you say, Andy? Got time to screw a horny girl... in her own bedroom... while her parents are out?"
I didn't really. But how often does a chance like that come along?
You should always be open to new experiences.
**
I knew what she wanted. She wanted the softer, more loving, caring experience, and I was happy to give it to her. Somewhat selfishly, I was glad to be able to love her more slowly, making more use of my fingers and tongue than I'd been able to the previous night.
For her part she was much more passive and deeply affectionate, wanting to kiss me every time there was an opportunity to do so. Her mouth was welcoming and delicious and tasted faintly of apples.
She came twice, the first time with her fingers grasping my hair as I teased her clit with my tongue, one finger ever so slowly sliding in and out of her, grazing the top of her sweet wet passage. The second time was when I was buried deep inside her, missionary style, her mouth hungrily locked to mine, her hips grinding against me as she strained and reached for the friction she needed to take herself over the edge.
She clung to me breathlessly for several minutes after that, sweating and flushed and lovely. I could feel her muscles spasming gently against me as the final waves of her orgasm faded away.
She kissed me again, a more leisurely, relaxed kiss this time.
"You didn't come," she said.
I shook my head. "I don't need to. It's been... quite a night for me. And quite a morning."
"That Jen," she murmured. "I can't believe she got to you first. So greedy."
She propped herself up on one arm and looked at me. I had just made love to Kathryn, but now a trace of the old Kaz was in her eyes.
"But I do like a challenge," she said.
"Kaz... Kathryn... I really do need to get to the office."
"Five minutes," she said. "I bet you you'll be coming in my mouth in five minutes."
She wriggled out from underneath me and rolled me onto my back. My cock was still semi-hard, but I knew there was no way I could come again.
Now I started to worry that this would upset her. I knew girls could suffer from performance anxiety just as much as men, and I didn't want her to think that her body and her efforts -- the whole package -- didn't please me very much indeed. It is much harder for men to fake their appreciation.
I should have remembered that she was a chameleon, sensitive to the vibes coming from others.
"Don't worry," she said. "It'll happen."
Then she kissed me once more, reached over to the side of the bed, and took a long drink from my still warm mug of coffee. She swirled it round, swallowed most but not all of it, and then took my cock into her almost unbearably hot mouth.
I gasped. Maybe... just maybe... she was right.
She was.
**
I got a faintly disapproving stare from the senior partner when I made it into the office, but he was the kind not to hold a grudge and I thought I'd probably be all right. The practice needed younger blood and I was good at my job. I could have worked in a bigger firm and made more money, but I could see the potential with a smaller firm like this. In a few years old Mr Bishop would retire, and I would be in a position to buy him out. And then I had some major plans for expansion and for belatedly taking the practice into the 21st century.
I spent the next few days catching up on my work. I got fairly regular texts from Jen, usually quite excitable and with the occasional horribly indiscreet picture that I had to hastily delete, though not without a sense of reluctance. I also had one from Eleanor, just a nice portrait shot of her, with a few kisses underneath it. That one I saved.
**
I was out getting myself a lunchtime sandwich when I ran into them again. I heard my name being called as I came out of the shop, and looked around to see Eleanor and Jen standing there with their mother. Based on their shopping bags they'd just been to the supermarket.
"Mr Collins! How nice to see you!" Linda, their mother, moved her bags into one hand so she could shake mine with the other. I smiled at her and then glanced in what I hoped was a friendly, innocent way at the two girls.
"You've met Lennie and Jen, haven't you? When you kindly dropped the papers off."
"Yes... that's right. I did see them for... a short time. Nice to see you all again."
Behind her mother, Jen made big eyes and blew me a kiss. Eleanor prodded her, going slightly pink.
"I really must thank you for everything you did for us. You really were a big help."
Jen nodded vigorously at this and mouthed the words "so big" at me with an expression of mock-awe on her face. Then she rummaged in a shopping bag. What was she up to?
I tried to focus on Linda. "Not at all... I'm glad everything looks like it's finally been sorted. And of course, I'd be delighted to do... anything I can for you in the future."
Even Eleanor couldn't resist that. She looked at me, unseen by her mother, and raised her eyebrows questioningly with an amused expression. The implication was clear that she could think of several things I could do for them.
Jen had found what she was looking for. A six-inch long bread roll, which she now pulled out of the pack and began to nibble at suggestively. She ran her tongue down it and looked at me coyly.
"Jen!" Eleanor's face had progressed from pink to bright red.
"Sorry... but I'm so... hungry!"
"Put it back, Jennifer," said her mother. "I don't want Mr Collins to think I've raised a pair of animals." She turned back to me. "Sorry... sometimes it's like they have no self-control."
"Mum!" Eleanor was quietly indignant. "It's Jen, not me!"
Jen frowned, then shrugged her agreement. She looked at me and winked. She conveyed a lot with that single wink.
Their mother sighed. "Sorry darling. You're right. I didn't mean to embarrass you. Behave yourself, Jennifer. Well... We must be going. Nice to you again."
"You too," I said. I smiled at her and she smiled back before striding away. Jen took the opportunity to lean forward and quickly whisper in my ear.
"I really want you to suck your cock again! We HAVE to arrange something!" Then she scurried off after her mother.
Eleanor looked at me, then looked around. Then, very daringly, and very sweetly, she kissed me on the lips. A short but oh-so-pleasant kiss.
"Soon," she said. "Please?"
I nodded, and watched as she hastily followed the others.
**
A week passed. Work was busy but the girls were never far from my thoughts. My bachelor flat felt rather lonely when I returned there each evening. Sometimes they would text me but that just made us all feel more frustrated. We discussed them possibly coming to see me in my place but there was no way they could have stayed overnight without alerting parental suspicions. It was starting to look like the best option was for them to come to my place for just a few hours one evening before going back home.
But then a much better option presented itself.
Although Jen and Eleanor weren't wild about their mother's new boyfriend - the Bookshop Owner - we all agreed later that we owed him a lot and should probably get all our books from his shop from then on.
This is why:
Mummy is going away with her new boyfriend for a long weekend next week. She says it's for work but we saw her messages. Pleased for her. Anyway, we will be alone at the house from Friday to Sunday night. A whole weekend! Kaz away Friday night but joining us Saturday morning. Please? Eleanor xxx
For the avoidance of doubt, Jen also sent me a message:
Come fuck us Andy PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE I'm so HORNY!! xxxxx
And Kaz weighed in with a single picture, of her lying on her bed in just her panties, one finger in her mouth. The caption said:
Can't wait. Kathryn xxx
And nor indeed could I.
**
On that Friday I tried to make sure that nothing would prevent me from getting away early. I knew that Eleanor and Jen's mother was leaving around 4pm. With luck, I could be out of the office on the stroke of 5pm and with them about twenty-five minutes later.
Of course, at quarter to five my phone rang and Mrs Daniels was on the line, wanting to run through the provisions of her will for a fifth or possibly sixth time. She'd been having a think about her charitable bequests and had decided that the local hospice deserved a little more than the local cat shelter. What did I think?
I managed to keep the conversation down to just twenty minutes but felt vaguely guilty when I eventually hurried her off the phone and hung up. I made some notes to look into it properly on Monday and make her some more considered recommendations. Then I took a deep breath, straightened my tie in the office bathroom mirror, and headed off to their house once more.
**
There was no snow that night. The night was clear and cold, with stars glistening in the darkening sky. I hummed to myself as I drove. I had no idea what the future held for the four of us, nor even how much longer we could continue seeing each other, but I felt a real affection and yes... even love for the girls that I don't think was entirely down to my sexual self-interest.
But... I'm probably not the best judge. Certainly my groin was radiating a cheerful, selfish heat as I pulled cautiously into their drive and checked their mother's car wasn't there.
Even as I switched the engine off the front door opened and Jen emerged like a bullet from a gun, galloping over the driveway towards me. I stepped out of the car and was thrown backwards by her momentum as she launched herself into my arms, lips glued to mine. Then, our mouths still locked, she jumped up and wrapped her legs around me. I almost fell over, which wouldn't have been the most elegant and suave start to the weekend -- but it was a wonderful welcome.
"Jen! At least let him get inside the house! Thank goodness we don't have any neighbours!" Eleanor stood in the doorway, the light behind her. She was wearing a long flowing skirt and the outline of her slim, lovely legs was clearly visible through the thin material.
Her sister reluctantly relinquished her grip and tugged me towards the house.
"I should get my bag," I said.
"Get it later!" said Jen. "Just... come on! Please!"
She dragged me by the hand towards the house. At the door she stopped obediently and looked at her older sister. Eleanor smiled at me and put her arms around my neck.
"Hello Andy," she said.
"Hello Eleanor." I kissed her on the mouth. She seemed to melt into me, pressing the length of her body into mine. Her lips opened slightly and our tongues tasted each other. She was unbelievably delicious.
"Oh COME ON!" said Jen. "Please can we get him inside?"
Eleanor finally pulled away. "Yes," she said. "But remember what we talked about, Jen." She looked at me. "We thought we'd ease you into the weekend. You have been working hard all week, after all."
"And we don't want you to pull any muscles!" chimed in Jen.
I laughed, and she looked a little put out. "Well -- we don't!"
"I can't wait to see what you've got in store," I said.
**
What they had in store was a steaming hot bath, supplemented by various aromatic oils and illuminated by candlelight from half a dozen small tea light candles. Jen helped me take my jacket off and Eleanor, looking slightly self-conscious, kneeled in front of me and undid my shoes and took off my socks. Then, with a more confident smirk, she undid my belt, unzipped my fly, and pulled my trousers down.
"No playing!" said Jen firmly, who was now unbuttoning my shirt, her arms reaching around from behind me. I could feel her hard nipples pushing into my back. I noticed that she wasn't above slipping a hand inside my shirt and running her fingers across my chest though.
Eleanor slid my boxer shorts down and regarded my semi-hard member with a fond hunger. She touched it once with a single finger - making me gasp - then got to her feet again. She kissed me again, leaning her body against mine. Behind me, Jen snuggled up close against my back, and we stood for a while like that in a kind of delicious sandwich.
Eleanor was the one who broke it first.
"Have your bath. While it's still hot."
"I wish we could all fit in it," said Jen regretfully. "But it's just too small."
"We have plenty of time," said Eleanor. "Go and get Andy his beer, Jen."
Jen nodded, reached her hand down and gave my now extremely hard cock a friendly tug, then hurried out of the bathroom.
As soon as she saw her sister was safely out of the room, Eleanor dropped back to her knees and looked up at me. Her eyes sparkled with mischief.
"I don't see why I should always be the good one," she said, and took me into her mouth.
She sucked me with a gentle enthusiasm for about thirty seconds until we heard Jen pounding back up the stairs. By the time Jen came back into the bathroom Eleanor was putting out a towel and a robe for me, the picture of innocence.
Jen carefully arranged my beer on a small table next to the bath, then stepped away.
"Don't be too long," she said.
"He can take as long as he wants," said Eleanor. "We have the whole weekend."
She looked at me. "Come and find us," she said. "When you're ready."
Then she led her sister out of the room, closing the door behind them.
**
I allowed myself about fifteen minutes of soaking. I closed my eyes and sipped my beer and reflected a little smugly on the two days and nights ahead. I wondered quite what the arrangements would be. I had no doubt that Jen, in particular, would be monitoring everything with a jealous eye to ensure that neither of the other two girls received more attention than she did. But I also knew that the disputes, if any, would be affectionate and playful and resolved easily.
I decided I'd had a long enough soak and eased myself out of the water. I towelled myself dry. They'd left me a robe to put on. I debated putting on some boxers underneath it, but thought that would be against the spirit of the weekend. Jen would have them off inside thirty seconds anyway.
I opened the door and padded along the corridor. There was an envelope with my name on it at the top of the stairs. I picked it up, opened it, and extracted a small card.
On the card was written:
We drew lots to see who you spent time with first. An hour with Lennie, then an hour with me. Then maybe we all sleep together downstairs like last time? Depends how you're feeling. J xxx (and E of course!)
They had both signed it with hearts and kisses.
I remembered where Eleanor's room was and made my way to it. I tapped on it. I heard a soft voice tell me to come in and I pushed the door open.
Eleanor lay in her small single bed, blankets up to her nose.
"Hello Andy," she said.
"Hello Eleanor," I said.
"I can't believe you're really here again," she said. "Sometimes I thought it was like a dream, that night we were all together."
"Yes. I know what you mean. Same for me."
She smiled at me, then rather shyly drew back the blankets. She was naked beneath them, and her body was ripe and young and glorious. I felt my cock transitioning almost instantly from semi-hard to rock hard.
"Please get into bed with me," she said. "It'll be a bit of a squeeze, but I don't think that'll matter."
I shrugged off the robe and walked around to the side of the bed. She gazed with quite open curiosity and hunger at my cock. She reached out a hand and gave it a loving stroke.
"We're really going to do this. We're going to make love in my bed. Fuck, I mean. In my bed."
"We can make love... or we can fuck... or we can do a bit of both," I said.
She continued her stroking of my cock.
"I think..." she began, and then broke off, blushing. "I mean... it's funny, you develop this kind of personality, don't you, that people think you should always be. And I know the other two, they'd think I'd be asking you to make love to me, gentle and tender and lots of sighing and kissing."
She looked at me earnestly. "And I'd love that too, I really would."
"But...?"
"But... and I hope this doesn't shock you... to start with... tonight... god, I'm so embarrassed!"
I pushed her gently to the far side of the bed so I could slide in beside her. Her eyes widened and her breathing deepened as my body pressed against hers.
"Don't ever be embarrassed," I said. "Not with me, Eleanor. Tell me what you want."
"Well... I think I want you to... really use me. A bit like you did with Kaz. I loved watching that, I really did."
I smiled. Kaz had been fucked hard and had later wanted me to make love to her gently. And Eleanor had been more lovingly treated and now she wanted what Kaz had enjoyed. And what was wrong with that?
"Why are you smiling?"
"Nothing," I said. "I would love that too, if you're sure."
"Yes... I am."
"You want me to fuck you hard?" My voice was low but firm. My eyes held hers.
"Yes... please, Andy.""Really use your body for my own pleasure?"
"Yes..." Her voice almost a whisper. She ran her tongue over her lips.
"Are you wet, Eleanor?"
"God... yes... You have no idea."
"Your pussy is all wet for me?"
"God yes... please Andy... don't tease me too much."
"Put some on me. Get your fingers wet and rub it on me."
She reached down and moaned as she touched herself. Then it was my turn to groan as I felt her hand envelop my cock, smearing her juices onto me.
"That's good," I said. "That's good, Eleanor. Now I can fuck you."
"Please Andy, yes, I want you to fuck me."
So, with no real foreplay, no oral, no kissing -- at least not until I was encased deep inside her lovely wet passage -- my first sex of that weekend was a surprisingly hard, aggressive fuck with Eleanor.
I don't think I have ever enjoyed sex more than that. Because although the rutting was animal and harsh and seemingly impersonal, I always knew that the girl who lay underneath me was really special and that this was what she wanted. And yes, it was wondrous to have exclusive use of that delicious body and to pound it and punish it and torment it. I lost count of the number of times she came, although Eleanor told me later she thought it was four or five -- she was a little hazy herself.
When I realised that I was close to coming myself I was surprised to find that she was now face down in her pillows, sweat covering her back. I had no memory of us even changing positions.
"God Eleanor," I said. "I'm going to come. Can I come inside you?"
"Yes... if you want... but could you come on me, please? I'd love that. Come on me, Andy. Cover me with your come."
I looked at her and saw that her eyes were almost beseeching. My beautiful Eleanor, flushed and aroused.
I thrust several more times until I knew that my orgasm was inevitable. Then, with a great sense of reluctance that almost felt like a sadness, I pulled out of her. She turned beneath me and took a firm hold of my cock, milking me so I shot ropes of come onto her stomach. The first few spattered so far up her that they reached her breasts.
Eleanor moaned and shuddered and came one final time herself as she rubbed come all over swollen pussy lips. "Oh, fuck yes Andy... god you make me want to be such a slut!"
I collapsed onto her, feeling the wetness that coated both our panting stomachs. Her arms went around me and she held me close.
A minute or so later I rolled off her with a delicious peeling sensation. She laughed as she saw what a state she was in.
"God," she said. "I really am a slut now, aren't I?"
"You're perfect," I said. "Absolutely perfect."
"Mmm." She snuggled up close to me. "I'm so pleased I got you first."
I stroked her shoulders. "Me too. But don't tell Jen."
"No. I won't. And she'll have her fun too." She paused. "In fact, you need to make it extra, extra good for her, please."
There was a slight hint of embarrassment in these last words, and I looked at her curiously.
"I'll do my best. Any... particular reason?"
"Well... those lots we drew. To see who had you first tonight?"
My mouth fell open. "You didn't!"
"I did. I wrote my name on both pieces of paper. I'm such a terrible person, aren't I? Poor Jen is much too trusting sometimes."
She somehow managed to look both embarrassed and deeply smug at the same time. I kissed her. "That's one of the most flattering things anybody's ever done for me. Thank you."
"I feel very guilty about it now. Well, a bit guilty. I'd still do it again. But I expect you to make up for it to Jen for me, OK? I want to hear her screaming her head off."
"When I tell her what you've done, she'll certainly scream her head off."
Eleanor punched me gently on the arm. "I know you won't tell her!"
"I won't. Scout's honour."
She nestled back into me. "Mmm... this bit is almost as nice. For me anyway. Just cuddling like this, feeling your body against mine. I love the feeling of having just come really hard. Honestly, if you were here every night I don't think I'd ever want to do anything else."
We lay like that for about fifteen or twenty minutes, just dozing and chatting and enjoying the feeling of each other's bodies. Then there came a tentative and perhaps slightly irritable tapping on the door.
"The hour's nearly up! And I know you finished screwing ages ago! That bed is so noisy!"
**
I left Eleanor warm and content in her bed and joined Jen on the landing, closing the door behind me.
Jen was wearing a man's shirt that was long on her, just reaching below the tops of her thighs. She saw me looking at her and shrugged apologetically.
"You wouldn't believe how long I've spent thinking about what I should wear for you. Bikinis, sexy nighties... I even went online looking for sexy underwear, but it's so expensive and... well, I wasn't sure you'd even like it."
"You look great, Jen," I said. "Better than great. You're totally gorgeous. Thank you."
She beamed at me. "And, it's not going to stay on long anyway, is it?"
"Not long at all. Let me have a quick shower, OK?"
"Very, VERY quick, please. I don't really mind smelling Eleanor on you, you know. It's kind of nice, in a way."
I reached out and touched Jen's face and stroked it. What a find these two sisters were.
After my shower I made my way to Jen's room. As I might have predicted, her room was messier and more chaotic than her older sister's. I suspected some last-minute, rather ineffective attempts tidying up might have gone on, as there were piles of clothes pushed almost out of sight behind chairs and a table.
Jen was lying on her bed, her shirt unbuttoned now and her puffy teen breasts spilling out of them. She watched as I walked across the room towards her. She was just about to speak when I held up and hand to hush her. Then I dragged a finger slowly across her lips. Her tongue came out and tasted me.
Then, not saying a word, I slipped the shirt from her shoulders and helped her out of it. I directed her to swing her legs over the side of the bed, and then lie back. I knelt between her legs and began to gently lick her damp pussy.
"Oh fuck yes Andy!"
She began to squirm and writhe almost immediately and I held her legs firmly with my hands so she couldn't inadvertently escape from my attentions. I lapped and teased and stroked and did all I could to try and send her as wild as I could. Partly this was for my own selfish reasons -- it gave me a few more minutes of recovery time after my exertions -- but partly this was also me following Eleanor's instructions. Eleanor had asked me to make it as good as I could for her little sister, and this was the best way I knew how.
Jen came for the first time after about five minutes, a gentle, soft orgasm which had her whimpering with pleasure. But I knew there could be better and more, and I redoubled my efforts, alternating soft licks and kisses with more aggressive, firmer use of my tongue and fingers. About ten minutes later she came again, this time with a long, heart-felt howl of pleasure that would surely have alarmed any neighbours had there been any.
I pictured Eleanor smiling to herself on hearing it.
Her orgasm lingered on, her hand clutching my head, trying to hold it still even as she raised her hips and ground her soaking wet slit against my face. I waited patiently, knowing that for these few seconds at least anything I did would detract, not add to, what she was experiencing.
"Oh fuck Andy... oh fuck... I had no fucking idea! FUCK!"
She pulled my head up so she could look at me, her eyes wide with wonder.
"Fuck! That was... like... my biggest one ever!"
I kissed her and she kissed me back hungrily, smearing her own juices over her face.
"Please can we fuck now though? Please!"
I nodded and lay back on the bed. I was rock hard for her now, and ready to try and work her with my cock as best I could in the same way I'd tried with my tongue. I wondered if Jen also wanted something a little different. Kaz had wanted things gentler the second time, Eleanor had wanted things harder and more brutal. What would Jen want?
It turned out what Jen wanted was exactly the same as the first time. She leapt on me and impaled herself on my cock, plunging me deep inside her with hardly a pause for breath. Then, her mouth glued to mine, she began to ride me energetically and enthusiastically, almost indifferent to my own efforts.
Just as before with Jen, I decided all I could do was lie back and enjoy her. She was young and aroused, full of life and energy and she wanted to use my cock for as hard and as long as she could. She needed my body but, for the moment at least, not a huge amount of active participation from me. I found I could enhance her pleasure by pinching her nipples, gently at first, until she panted at me that I should do it harder. When she finally came -- another long-drawn out wail - she collapsed on top of me, as sweaty and breathless as if she'd run a marathon.
"Fuck," she murmured into my shoulder. "Fuck fuck fuck."
There didn't seem to be much I could add to that summary, so I kept quiet and stroked her back until she recovered.
She finally lifted her head and looked at me again. "FUCK!"
"I hope you came?" I asked politely. "I wasn't sure."
"FUCK OFF!" she groaned. "God, I think I broke my poor pussy. Is that possible?"
"I think it could probably do with a short break," I said. I was still deep inside her, quite hard but wilting ever so slightly.
"I don't want to take your cock out though. I feel if I take your cock out I might cry."
"Well," I said, putting my arms around her and pulling her close to my chest. "Your problem is, if you leave it there, I'm going to want to fuck you."
I began to gently rock my hips beneath her, easing in and out of her very slowly. She moaned.
"And I know your poor pussy has been through a lot... but I just want to fuck it, Jen."
"Yes... just gently... oh god sex is so nice..."
I fucked her gently as I held her to me, pleased to be back in control and able to enjoy her young body. Jen just murmured to herself as I did so, almost imperceptibly at first but then with increasing volume and enthusiasm.
"Tell me when you're going to come," she said. "I want to taste you. Like before."
"Soon... very soon."
"Come for me Andy... I want you to come in my mouth. You can come in my cunt if you want, but I want it in my mouth if you can please... Come for me Andy!"
"Yes... I'm coming now!"
She slipped off me and almost with a single movement seemed to slide down me and take my cock in her eager mouth. I exploded into her, relishing the wetness and heat. Jen swallowed and slurped eagerly, working me with one hand while I could feel her fingering herself with the other.
"Oh fuucccckkk!" I said.
That still seemed to summarise things quite well.
**
Afterwards, as we lay in bed together, we heard Eleanor come out of her room and make her way downstairs.
Jen peered at me woozily. "You ready for both of us?"
"I'm not sure," I said, with some honesty. "Perhaps we could just watch some TV, or something? Maybe play Monopoly?"
"Uh-uh. You're here to be used as sex object all weekend, Mister. May as well get used to the idea. And you've got Kaz to contend with tomorrow, don't forget."
I hadn't forgotten. Though at that precise moment, I wasn't sure I would ever be able to get an erection again.
Jen looked at me, then spoke in a soft , conspiratory undertone. "I was going to cheat about you. You won't tell Eleanor, will you?"
"What do you mean, going to cheat?"
"I wanted you second. I thought maybe you'd be too excited at first. Come too quickly. Kaz told me that the second time is nearly always the best, because the man could go for longer. So, when Lennie told me to pick one of the pieces of paper with our names on, I was going to say it was her even if it said it was me. But, as it turned out, I didn't have to cheat because it did say Eleanor. Wasn't that lucky?"
I kissed her on the head. "Yes... that was very lucky indeed. And no, I won't tell her."
"Come on. I'm hungry. Lennie is going to do pizza."
Jen bounded off the bed and pulled on a robe. I watched her, thinking of the night to come, of Lennie downstairs, and Kaz still to join us tomorrow for the rest of the weekend.
"You just going to lie there?"
"Be right with you," I said.
I got up and looked out of the window. The moon illuminated the fields beyond their house. Everything looked white and clean and perfect. It was all very beautiful.
Then I drew the curtains, turned, and followed Jen out of her room and down the stairs.
woke to find my cock being lovingly and affectionately sucked.
Kaz, fully dressed, knelt over me, her head bobbing up and down slowly as she deliberately and artfully slid me in and out of her mouth.
As she felt me stir, she looked up into my eyes. Hers were full of that familiar twinkling mischief.
To the left of me Eleanor slept, her knees drawn up to her chest so she looked very small and fragile. On the other side Jen also slept, a less elegant pose on her front, one arm stretched out full length so her fingers were mere fractions of an inch from me.
We were downstairs, of course. In honour of our first meeting I had once again dragged mattresses downstairs and we'd made a makeshift camp in the living room. Funnily enough both girls had seemed a little shyer when it was the three of us, neither wanting to make any obvious advances. Perhaps they were shy of making love to me while being watched by the other without Kaz as there as a third to change the dynamic.
I wasn't entirely sorry. I was more than happy to cuddle up with them both and watch a film on television, me in the middle with one arm around each girl. Then, when the film had finished, Eleanor had made us some decaffeinated coffee and we'd chatted quietly for a while under the blankets. Once Jen had sneaked her hand over to fondle my cock and had found Eleanor's hand already there, gently working me under the covers. She'd started to withdraw but instead Eleanor had let go of me and reached for her sister's hand instead, placing it firmly on my crotch and then taking her own hand away. Jen had smiled at her and Eleanor had smiled back.
They were special, these two sisters. For all of Jen's occasional grumbly protests, there wasn't an ounce of jealousy between them.
And now, as they slept, their best friend, clad in blue jeans and a black t shirt, her hair drawn up into a bun, sucked me and ran her fingernails gently down my stomach. I remembered her attentions to me that time in her bedroom when I hadn't been sure I could climax. This time I was worried that I would too soon. Her mouth was so skilful, with just the right combination of speed, suction and variation that I knew I wouldn't be able to last long. And it seemed such a waste, a quick and explosive climax all over in a few minutes. Good for me, perhaps, but less satisfactory for the girls.
I reached down and stroked Kaz's hair. "Slower," I said. "Please."
She smirked - in so far as she was able - and adjusted her rhythm expertly, just dialling down the pleasure enough that I could relax and enjoy it, knowing that there was no immediate danger of exploding into that lovely mouth.
Eleanor stirred and opened her eyes. She looked at me and smiled rather woozily, Then she saw Kaz and giggled softly to herself.
"Oh Andy," she murmured. "What have you got yourself into?"
"Hey!" said a grumpy voice from the other side of me. "Who said you could start without me?"
Kaz lifted her head and I drew a sharp intake of breath at the touch of the cool air on my wet cock.
"Take over," said Kaz to Jen. "I want to say good morning to Eleanor."
"Oh," said Eleanor, eyes widening. "Oh no... you really don't need to, Kaz..."
But she may as well have saved her breath. When Kaz was set on something, very little would stop her. As Jen made her way over to me, Kaz moved over to my other side and peeled away the covers from her friend. Eleanor, of course, was naked beneath them. I saw goosebumps forming on her arms and on the slopes of her lovely breasts.
Kaz somehow peeled off her skin-tight jeans in an elegant, almost single movement that mentally I made a note I should try and remember - when it came to removing my own jeans elegantly it usually turned into an undignified wrestling match with much tugging and cursing. Then, just in skimpy white panties and her black t shirt, she slid between Eleanor's legs and pushed them slightly more apart.
"Oh no," said Eleanor again, but with even less conviction. "Oh Kaz..."
I felt Jen's mouth envelop me and I looked down to watch her. She too was engrossed by the tableau on the other side of me, her eyes greedily taking in the scene even as she moved her head up and down. I didn't blame her for not giving me her full attention.
Eleanor sighed again, a long, happy drawn out sound. She stretched out both her arms and surrendered herself to Kaz's attentions. I took the hand nearest to me in mine. After a second, Jen did the same, putting her hand over mind so the three of us had our hands stacked like in that children's game.
Eleanor closed her eyes. "That's so lovely... oh yes, that's so lovely... I do love you Kaz... Oh, that's so..."
Jen's breathing had changed as she watched this. I wasn't surprised by what she decided next. She removed her mouth, moved up my body, and lowered herself down onto me, never taking her eyes off the action unfolding beside us. Then she bent down and lay on my chest, her head just below my chin. She twitched her hips against me in an unmistakeable request. Or perhaps it was a command. Either way, I was happy to comply.
I began to thrust slowly up into her, my spare arm encircling her. The other was still stretched out so I could hold Eleanor's hand. From deep within Jen I felt a small grunt of satisfaction.
Kaz's tongue was clearly working overtime now. Eleanor was squirming and writhing and beginning to gasp. Her grip tightened on mine, a surprising strength for such a slight, gentle girl.
"Oh Kaz... you're going to make me... yes... please Kaz... don't stop... oh god I love the way you... mmm... oh..."
Like all of them, my own excitement was building. I began to fuck Jen more firmly, tightening my grip on her, using her body more urgently and selfishly. She didn't seem to mind, turning her attention more fully to me and reaching up to lock her mouth to mine.
"Yes. Fuck yes, Andy! Fuck me hard while Kaz makes Lennie come. Please fuck me hard!"
It is not often, I imagine, that two sisters orgasm within a few seconds of each other in the same room. I'd like to say it was at the same moment, but Eleanor came first by a few seconds, a long drawn out howl of pleasure that was quite uncharacteristic of her. The sound seemed to trigger Jen, she suddenly locked her legs more tightly around me and stopped moving, her body stiffening and going rigid.
"Oh fuck yes!" she said. "Oh fuck fuck yes!"
I felt her muscles contract and her whole body tremble. I lay still, looking up at her. I resisted the urge to fuck her harder, to get myself over the edge and climax deep inside her, which nearly every fibre of my being was urging me to do.
"Oh god... I do love being fucked... so much."
Kaz eased herself out from between Eleanor's legs.
"Did he come in you Jen? Or have you left him for me to finish off?"
It was amusing - but also terrifically sexy - that she asked Jen rather than me. I was, in many ways, their sexual toy. They liked me, I think they even loved me, but their own bonds of friendship and affection came first, and I would never be a full member of that circle. And that was entirely right. I certainly wasn't complaining.
"He's all yours," said Jen, rolling off me with uncharacteristic generosity and grace. "I'm not sure my pussy can take ever having sex again."
"Wanna bet?" asked Kaz. "I reckon forty-five minutes tops."
Even as she spoke Kaz was slipping off her underwear and tugging her top upwards to reveal that she hadn't bothered with a bra that day.
She looked at me with that lovely devilish glint.
"Consent is very important," she said to me solemnly. "Do I have your consent for sexual intercourse, Andy?"
"Um," I said. "Let me think about it."
She nodded, and reached out and put her hand around my cock.
"Yes. You think about it."
Eleanor, lying beside us, still rather pink-faced, decided to chip in. "Please fuck her, Andy. For me." She gave me a mock pleading look, all big eyes and overdone sincerity.
I sighed. "Fine. If I must. Let's get this over with."
"Such a gentleman," sighed Kaz. "How would sir like me?"
"On your back," I said. "Let's go old-school, shall we?"
We rearranged ourselves, Kaz settling herself beneath me with a faux meekness that I resolved I would soon banish.
I positioned myself above, my cock - still wet from Jen - resting on her pubic mound.
"Talking of consent," I said. "Do you want me to fuck you, Kathryn?"
"Yes. Fuck me. Now please."
"Lawyers like things to be transparent and unambiguous," I said. "Perhaps I should get you to sign something."
"Give the poor girl what she wants," said Eleanor firmly, and with a touch of reproach.
"Come on Andy, fuck her really hard," said Jen, who was lying the other side of me with her eyes closed and her face still a little pink. "Fuck her hard until she begs you to stop."
"Hey!" said Kaz, not used to being the one at the mercy of the others. She didn't look entirely opposed to the idea though.
Then she gasped as I pushed myself into her, stretching out that delicious tight passage.
"Oh yes fuck... I needed that..."
There are few more primal feelings than being erect and aroused and having a lovely nubile girl beneath you. It may not be the most sophisticated sexual position, and it is certainly harder work than many of the others - but when you're in the mood and you want to lose yourself deep in the other person - then a good hard missionary position fuck is hard to beat.
I used her body for my own pleasure even as she did the same to me. Long, hard, thrusting strokes into that receptive body. Her nipples grazing my chest. Her mouth occasionally rising up to meet mine, locking tongues briefly, then her head falling back again onto the pillow. I could taste Eleanor when we kissed. Her eyes closed. Chewing her lips. Her face tensing as I reached the point of maximum penetration inside her, then relaxing slightly as I slipped backwards and out.
I realised she was moving her own hips beneath me in an attempt to get the friction she needed and I paused mid stroke.
"Use me," I told her. "Use my cock Kathryn."
She put her hands on my hips to give herself better traction and began to grind herself beneath me. Not huge movements, just rubbing herself hard against me with small twitches and thrusts. I felt my cock pressed hard against her pubic bone.
Her breathing became more ragged and the movements more frantic.
"So close... so fucking close."
She pushed and squirmed and ground herself even harder against me.
"Now!" she suddenly said. "Fuck me now, as hard as you can, please - please!"
I resumed my thrusts, as hard as I could now. It only took three or four strokes and she was crying out as her orgasm washed through her.
"Oh fuck! OH FUCK!"
Again I found myself pausing so the girl I was with could relish her climax but Kaz was having none of it.
"No... keep fucking me... come in me Andy... fucking come in me!"
Another four or five hard strokes and I was on the edge. Kaz was hardly aware of me I think, but her arms remained around me and her body was all I needed. I came with a loud cry of my own as I began to spurt inside her.
"Fuck Kaz! Fuck I'm coming..."
"Mmm," I heard Jen say from somewhere a hundred miles away. "It's so fucking sexy when a man comes, isn't it?"
"Sssh Jen." Dear lovely Eleanor.
The next thing I remember is the cold feel of a flannel being applied to my groin. I looked down to see Jen, cleaning and soothing with all the attention and concern of a nurse mopping the brow of a fevered soldier.
"It looked so red and sore," she explained. "I thought this might help."
"Thank you. It does."
"What you need," said Eleanor, leaning over and kissing my sweaty forehead. "Is a cup of tea and some breakfast."
"Are there any biscuits?" asked Jen. "Or did we eat them all?"
I lay back and closed my eyes.
It was only Saturday morning. I wondered if I could live until Sunday. I decided that even if I didn't, it would be worth it.
**
Sometimes opportunities present themselves before you're quite ready for them. In fact, probably they hardly ever arrive at the ideal time. They're either a little sooner than you'd like or just a little too late to make a difference.
A few days after that memorable weekend with my girls, Mr Bishop called me into his office for a chat. This was a rare occurrence, as he found one to one discussions a little awkward and preferred to have more informal, far-ranging discussions with myself and Mary, the office manager who had been his secretary for more than twenty years.
"Ah, Andrew," he muttered to himself as I tried to make myself comfortable in the chair opposite him. "Yes, thank you for... stopping by."
He peered at me over the top of his glasses.
"You like it here, don't you?"
"Yes, I said, quite honestly. This was already the most personal conversation I'd ever had with him.
"Not too... dull, for you? A town this size?"
"No," I said, wondering for a wild moment if perhaps news of my sexual adventures had got back to him. Had Jen blurted something out to her mother? Had Mr Bishop just had her on the telephone, demanding my immediate dismissal? I knew this was ridiculous, but still... something about his manner seemed so different that I was on my guard.
"Good, good." He seemed at a loss as to how to proceed next.
"I'm, sixty-four, you know."
"Really... I thought you were much younger." This was a lie. I had thought he was sixty-eight at least.
He snorted a little at that. "Yes, well... there we are."
We both contemplated his age for a few moments. I was beginning to get an inkling of what was coming next.
"You're not thinking of retiring, Mr Bishop?"
I was genuinely surprised to hear myself asking the question. I had thought - or perhaps assumed - that he would not be retiring for at least several more years.
"Ah." He looked a little disconcerted at such a blunt approach. "Well... it's certainly a possibility, let's put it like that. Still a few things I'd like to do, you know? Travel a bit, perhaps."
This was even more surprising. Mr Bishop was not somebody I'd ever considered having the travel bug. On the few occasions he had needed to go to London on business he had come back with the air of somebody returning from a particular bloody tour of the Congo. But I nodded sympathetically.
"I see," I said. "Well... I quite understand."
"Do you?" He peered at me again. "Obviously there would be... implications. If I was to... retire."
He said the word as if he didn't quite believe it himself.
"I imagine there would be," I said.
"Maybury and Sons have always been very keen to merge with us, you know?"
I nodded. It didn't surprise me. They were slightly bigger than us, slightly more modern, though in my dealings with them I hadn't been overly impressed with the quality of their work. Our firm, for all its old-fashioned ways that often drove me up the wall, had a number of prestige clients that Maybury and Sons would dearly have loved to acquire.
"Have they made you an offer?"
"No. I, um, wanted to speak to you first."
I was genuinely touched by that. I wasn't even a partner, though I knew I probably deserved to be offered to be made one soon. I had been carrying the firm for a number of months now, and he knew it.
"I've never really rated Maybury that highly, really, Andrew. Just between us."
I should step back here and perhaps explain some of the facts of life for those who run small firms. Often the business is entirely wrapped in one or two people, and if they want to retire, it can be a challenge to find somebody who's prepared to offer much money for what's left after they've gone. A Bishops law firm without the afore-mentioned Mr Bishop would be a shell of a thing in many ways.
Of course, Maybury and Sons would know this as well as anyone. If Mr Bishop wanted to retire, he wasn't in a strong negotiating position. If they just waited, he would have to simply shut down the firm and shuffle off with no extra capital at all, just the savings - if any - that he'd managed to put away during his working life. But they would probably want to offer him something, be able to announce it as a merger to reassure those bigger clients that there would be a continuity of sorts, just in case they were tempted to move their business to bigger, London-based firms.
But how much would that be worth, I wondered? What sort of offer did I need to come up with to tempt Mr Bishop to hand the business over to me? And could I possibly raise the funds I needed?
"I don't hugely rate them either," I said. "Mr Bishop... I need some time to digest this. Could we speak again later in the week, perhaps?"
"Certainly, Andrew." He looked relieved. It is always good, when you're trying to make an exit, to have as many options as possible. He probably had a shrewd idea of my finances and correspondingly low expectations. There was certainly more than a touch of self- interest in him implicitly inviting me to make an offer, but it was also quite flattering.
We shook hands and I retreated to my office to ponder. For the first time in a long time I barely thought about the girls for an hour.
And then my phone buzzed with a message, and I learnt that they were leaving.
**
It was the bookshop owner who had spoilt things.
"He wants to marry Mummy," sobbed Jen. We were sitting in a café in one of the more down at heel parts of town, where there was relatively little risk of being seen by anybody who knew us. All three girls were there. Eleanor looking grave, Kaz for once quiet and subdued, and Jen in tears.
"We're very pleased for her of course," said Eleanor. "But she's got the idea it should be a new start for all of us."
"You're old enough to make your own decisions," I said carefully. I knew how protective these girls were of their mother.
Eleanor stirred her coffee. "Yes... but I feel like she really wants us to come with her."
It transpired that the bookshop owner actually owned a chain of bookshops. Whereas we had pictured a rather bumbling, tweedy elderly man in a beard and with patches on the elbows of his jacket, it turned out he was only a little older than me. And his bookshops, rather than being dusty backwaters with tottering piles of unloved second-hand Agatha Christie paperbacks, were trendy and brightly lit with cafes and piped music and enthusiastic highly trained staff.
What he was proposing was to move them all closer to his headquarters, a much bigger town the other side of London. This was where he spent most of his time.
"He's got a really nice house," said Kaz. "She showed us pictures. And a place in Spain. I mean, that'll be nice. Having holidays in Spain whenever you want."
Jen snuffled. "I don't want to go to Spain! I want to stay here... with you and Andy and everybody I know."
"What about your studies?" I looked at Eleanor.
She shrugged. "I finish in the summer. Then I had to decide what I wanted to do anyway. Jen's a year behind me... Mum's already picked out a couple of colleges she could go to. Much better than then one we're at, if we're honest. Really good ratings, and the facilities do look amazing."
Jen scowled at her sister. This was a rare occurrence, but just then Jen regarded even the most half-hearted support for the move as a bitter betrayal.
I pondered. Part of me, I'm ashamed to admit, wondered if this wasn't a good thing. I would miss them dreadfully, not just for the sexual fun and games but I genuinely adored all of them. Of course, Kaz would still be around but it wouldn't be the same. But they had their own lives to lead, and perhaps this was a chance for a clean, if heart-breaking parting of the ways.
Of course, Kaz could read me like a book.
"I know what you're thinking Andy. But we'll find a way. This is not going to split us up, you understand? I won't allow it."
Jen looked at her hopefully.
"Do you mean that Kaz?"
"I really do," said Kaz, and for a few moments I believed her too. But I was a realist. Forces were pushing in different directions, and sometimes you have to accept that and go with the flow.
Jen, a little calmer now, decided to explore a back-up plan. "Could you move there too, Andy? There must be loads of jobs for lawyers there. Please?"
I puffed out my cheeks. "Well, I kind of have some news in the department as well."
I explained about Mr Bishop retiring, and the remote possibility that perhaps I could take over the practice. They knew that this was something I'd thought about, and Jen's shoulders slumped.
"It's not definite," I said hurriedly. "I probably can't raise enough money anyway. And to be honest... it doesn't seem quite as important now."
Eleanor smiled at me, and reached over and took my hand. "You have to try," she said. "This is what you wanted, and you have to try, Andy. Kaz is right. We'll figure something out."
So we sat there, a rather gloomy and reflective foursome, sipping our coffee and trying to find things to say to cheer each other up. But I admit, the idea of having my own practice now seemed much less important than it had done.
**
It felt like I was going through the motions, but I resolved to follow Eleanor's advice. This was a chance that wouldn't present itself again anytime soon, if ever, and I should try and seize it with both hands.
I was a good lawyer, but I was not particularly good with money. I had some savings but they had been placed unimaginatively in low-interest savings accounts. If only I'd bought some bitcoin when you could still buy a few thousand for the price of a pizza. I rented my flat, so there was no capital there. There was no immediate prospect of any wealthy family members expiring and leaving me life-changing amounts of wealth - not that I would have wished that on any of them.
I spent an evening working my way through the company invoices for the last twelve months - Mr Bishop had agreed that I should have full insight into the finances if I was to try and make a fair offer. The practice was in fair if not spectacular shape, with several dozen clients on modest retainers that kept the cashflow healthy.
I tapped away at a spreadsheet but I knew deep down it was no good. I was going to have to let it go. Perhaps that meant I could follow the girls to their new home, but did I really want to do that? Something about it seemed unhealthy to me.
It was late and I knew I should sleep. I also knew I wouldn't be able to.
I was flicking idly through Netflix - it was amazing how much there was that I had zero interest in watching - when my phone buzzed.
Just nearby. Can I come and see you?
I tapped back.
Sure. Just buzz.
A few minutes later my intercom buzzed and I pressed the button to open the door. I listened for the footsteps on the stairs, then opened the door as they reached my floor.
"Hey," I said. "What are you doing out and about so late?"
"I've been thinking. But do you mind if we go to bed first? I've been randy all day."
I pushed the door open wider to let her slip past me into the room.
"Of course," I said. "Nice to see you, Kathryn."
**
She used me quite as single-mindedly as Jen at her most relentless, but that suited me fine. A good, hard, almost impersonal fuck was exactly what I needed. It was short and sweet, and in probably no more than ten minutes she was lying beside me, flushed and gasping as my seed slowly trickled out of her.
"Mmm... god, that was exactly what I wanted."
"Me too."
"Don't tell the others I was here, OK? It feels like cheating, somehow. I'll tell them some time."
"OK," I said.
She lay snuggled beside me for a few more minutes. I held her close, and reflected that even if Eleanor and Jen were to move away, Kaz would still be around. And as long as she was happy to do this on occasion, things could be a great deal worse.
"You belong to Eleanor really," she said, and I was startled, not for the first or the last time, at her ability to sense where my thoughts were.
"I like to think I belong to all of you," I said softly, and kissed her on the forehead. It was sweaty and tasted faintly of salt and vanilla.
"Yes, you do, but Eleanor most of all. We all know it, and I think you do too. She's lovely, and she's completely in love with you, and you'll never find anybody better than her."
Some girls would have said this in the hope of being contradicted, perhaps, but not Kaz. She spoke quietly but with complete certainty. She really was, in many ways, the wisest and most mature of all of us.
"Do you think you'll be able to buy the practice?"
"I can't see how. It's... two or three years too soon, really. If I'd been a bit smarter with my money, maybe. But... no bank would lend me the money."
"But this is something you really want, isn't it?"
I paused. I hadn't been sure, but when she said it like that, there was only one answer.
"I really do," I said.
She kissed me approvingly, as one might a child who has given their parent the right answer.
"Then we're going to sort it."
"I can't see how. And I don't see how you can help."
"Listen," she said. "Just listen. You're going to probably freak out a bit at first, but just listen."
So she told me her idea. And I did, indeed, have quite considerable objections to it which I expressed in detail in quite a forceful manner. But she was persistent, and I found there is a certain disadvantage trying to argue with a beautiful and nubile young girl when she's lying naked in your arms.
"Fine," I said in the end. "I think it's possibly the worst idea ever, but fine. Let's do it your way."
She kissed me again, more passionately this time.
"Good. I should really go, but I just want to suck you off quickly before I do. Lie back."
I lay back. There was of course no way I could come again so quickly.
And, of course, once again she proved me wrong.
**
Kaz's father was a short, blond-haired man in his early forties. He wore a smart suit that looked expensive and Italian leather shoes.
"You're a friend of Mrs Medhurst?"
I nodded. That was stretching a point more than a little, but I couldn't really say that I had had enjoyed, and hoped to continue to enjoy, sexual relations with both of her daughters. Along with his own daughter.
"Kathryn tells me you would like me to review a business plan of yours."
"That would be kind of you," I said. "Though it's not so much a plan as a vague hope, really."
I smiled. He didn't smile back. He wasn't a smiling kind of guy, not when he was at work, anyway. I remembered his impersonal, perfect house and I wondered how a parent such as this, so apparently efficient and cold-blooded and humourless, could produce a daughter so full of life and mischief as Kaz.
I explained the situation. I was completely honest about my finances and took him through the basic accounts of the firm as it currently stood. I told him a little about my own plans for the practice.
"I know the building," he said. "I've never used... Mr Bishop, but I know of him." His tone implied that he himself would rarely stoop so low as to use a mere country legal practice. When he did a deal, I was sure he used only the top London firms. And that was probably the right choice for somebody like him.
Kaz, a few nights previously, had warned me that I probably wouldn't like him. "He's like a robot," she said, checking herself in a small compact mirror. She spotted a small dot of semen on her cheek and wiped it away with a tissue. "But he's very good at what he does. If he can't find a way for you, probably nobody else can."
I had been a little doubtful about this, putting it down to daughterly pride, and I was more than a little concerned about how she would make the introduction. But again, she'd persuaded me that if I was introduced as a friend of Eleanor and Jenny's mother, that was perfectly safe.
"I don't think they've met more than two or three times the whole time I've known Lennie and Jen," she said. "He just doesn't really do small talk or any kind of socialising. He just works and sleeps. Trust me. It'll never get back to her."
And so I sat opposite Kaz's father in a coffee shop - more upmarket and considerably more expensive than the one where I'd met the girls - as he jotted at a large notepad in front of him. He was utterly lacking in warmth or charm but he radiated total competence.
"Could I see the building?" he said.
"The office?"
"Yes."
"Um... sure. You mean... now?"
"I have an hour," he said. "I think the building could be the key to it. How long left on the lease?"
"Six years. Just over. Mr Bishop took out a twenty-five year lease a long time ago. We probably pay quite a bit below the market rent."
He nodded, but wasn't interested in my observations. His mind was elsewhere, calculating angles and cashflows and tax deductions.
We walked over to the office and I showed him around. It was nearly lunchtime. Mr Bishop was out and only a couple of the paralegals and a secretary were there.
"You got a copy of the lease?"
The lease had been included in the papers I'd been reviewing along with the company finances. I passed it over and he rifled through the pages, then grunted with satisfaction.
"Good," he said.
Outside he shook my hand perfunctorily and said he would email me his thoughts. I thanked him profusely and with such obvious sincerity that for once his mask slipped slightly.
"No need for all that. It's just a favour for my daughter," he said. "She seems to think quite highly of you." His tone indicated clearly that he couldn't for the life of him see why.
**
There were meetings - many meetings - that followed over the next few months. With one bank, then a second bank, with other lawyers and then after that it was builders and then an architect and then with the landlord of our building. I won't bore you with the details. Mr Bishop was dubious at first, it being such a radical idea, but I gradually persuaded him it was actually feasible. It helped that I was able to offer him a six figure sum for his practice, a figure we both knew was considerably more than what Maybury's would have been able to offer.
Financially I was stretched as thin as I could be without breaking. But I knew I could make it work. And when I did have the odd moment of doubt, when suddenly it just seemed hare-brained and ridiculous, I had three eager voices reassuring me that they believed in me totally. And who was I to let them down?
**
Kaz's father probably spent no more than two hours in total helping me. He told me the plan was feasible but needed some refinements which were both obvious and brilliant. He advised me on the best way to obtain finance. He suggested some people I could speak to. He did this in a cool, brisk, off-hand manner that was difficult to warm to. I like to think I can get on with most people, but at no point did we have any moments of humour or warmth. He was probably the most charmless, unlikeable man I have ever. And I will be forever grateful to him, and to his wonderful daughter for being smart enough to ask him.
And so it was that a little less than six months later I stood outside the building in the fading evening light, looking at it with more than a touch of pride.
It was a three-storey building. The ground floor now was a small business centre, home to three small firms who rented space from me by the hour. The offices had been completely refurbished and were now bright and modern with coffee machines and printing facilities and the obligatory super-fast internet.
The first floor was now my offices. Yes, it was much less space than we'd had before, but really it was just a base, a place where I and what I planned would be my growing network of associates would meet regularly to discuss anything essential and to meet clients who wanted to come to us. But most of our work would be done elsewhere, at home or on the road or at clients' offices. A modern law practice could get by with much less space, I was sure of that.
And on the top floor, in what used to be the attic void, was now a cosy one bedroom flat. It would be stretching a point to call it spacious, and in a number of places you had to stoop, but it served my purposes admirably.
When Mr Bishop retired Mary went with him. I suspected there was more to their relationship than met the eye. That left a gap, so I hired a very smart and motivated local girl to be my new office manager and also look after the firms in the ground floor offices. So they get some secretarial and administrative support as well as part of their deal, which is a big plus.
It was going to be a tough first few years. I knew that. But as I gazed at the building I knew I'd done the right thing. Everything had slotted into place more perfectly than I'd dared.
I looked at my watch. Time to get going.
I went back inside and up to the first floor. The girl I'd hired looked up at me brightly as I entered.
"You got a call from Bryants. They'd like to see your proposal again on Monday. The whole board this time."
I whooped and punched the air. Not very professional, but that had been a big pitch. If we did win their business, that would pretty much guarantee our cashflow for the next two years at least. And if they wanted the whole board there... that was a good sign. A very good sign.
"You should probably come in on Sunday and go through it all again. Be absolutely word perfect. I'll come in too and help."
"You sure, Lennie?"
"Of course." She smiled at me. "And I'll tell Jen and Kaz to go easy on you. You'll need to be thinking straight."
"Or we could just stay here this weekend? Use the flat?"
Eleanor looked tempted but shook her head. "We should take this evening off, and tomorrow morning. Maybe come back here tomorrow night so we can make an early start on Sunday."
God, I loved this girl.
She looked at the clock. "Now, we'd better be on our way. Otherwise Jen will start texting me."
**
They had persuaded their mother to let them stay, and Kaz had joined them as a lodger. She'd simply told her parents she was over there all the time anyway, so why not move out properly? They hadn't seemed that upset, she said. Jen and Eleanor had both hugged her and said that it was going to be wonderful.
"All four of us, here, the whole time!" Jen almost bursting with delight.
"Andy and I have to work," Eleanor had warned her. "And you have to study. It's not going to be all about sex, you know."
"I know," said Jen dreamily. "But there is going to be quite a lot of sex, isn't there?"
Eleanor patted her sister's hand. "Of course there is. As much as Andy can manage. Which we know is quite a lot."
"Don't forget me," said Kaz. "You can have me as a backup whenever you want, Jen."
"Yum," said Jen. She'd become quite the connoisseur of Kaz's oral skills.
Eleanor looked at me and smiled. "You're taking on a lot, Mr Collins. A new business, and three needy girls. We'd better take good care of you."
**
I drove Eleanor through those now familiar roads as the sun faded on the horizon. The flat in the office was a convenient fiction, really. I did stay there occasionally, but most nights I stayed with the girls in their house. It was only when their mother visited that I was hastily sent back to town.
We laughed when my phone buzzed.
Hurry up god your so slow. I need you now!! xx
"My sister," sighed Eleanor. "My lovely sex mad sister."
It buzzed again.
After Kaz of course its her turn first tonight. Xxxx
"Not to forget your lovely sex mad friend," I said.
I reached over and put my hand on her leg as I drove. She put her hand on mine. It was small and soft and the touch of her, even now, was electric.
We drove like that for the last half mile home. Then I turned into the drive, killed the engine and switched off the headlights. The cottage in front of me looked warm and welcoming. I could see Kaz through one of the windows, busying herself with something in the kitchen. Jen would probably already be galloping towards the front door to hurry us in.
I thought about hat first night all those months ago. The one eye of that beautiful girl looking at me through the door. Her sister taking my coat. Her friend looking at me so appraisingly. The first time I bowed my head between Eleanor's legs and tasted her. The first time I slipped inside her. Jen, frantically writhing on top of me, using me so greedily. Kaz, on her knees and ready...
I must have been lost in a reverie because I heard a soft laugh from the seat beside me.
Eleanor reached over, turned her head towards mine, and kissed me softly on the lips.
"Come on Andy," said Eleanor. "We're home."