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Subject: {ASSM} {The Paganist} Juliet 9/16 (Mf)
Date: Fri, 23 Nov 2001 23:10:05 -0500
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{The Paganist} Juliet 9/16 (Mf)


     This story is fiction.  Agatha Christie didn't commit a
chain of grisly murders and I don't do these things.  If you
can't tell the difference between fantasy and the real world
then you shouldn't read this.

     If you aren't old enough, bold enough or strong enough
to be in this group, then DON'T READ THIS!  Go away.  Visit
another group.  Leave us alone.  If you do read this and
find yourself getting uncomfortable, that's your problem.

     I would appreciate any feedback on this story, even flaming
(at least you've taken the trouble to download the story
and read it).

          The Paganist  (the.paganist@ukonline.co.uk)




                     Juliet

                by The Paganist


                    Chapter 9

                   Mum Returns

During the next three days we had everything moved.  The dirty
clothes were washed (the first thing was that Dorothy outfit which
was still my favourite) and all was prepared for the return of
mother.

We discussed the best way to break the news and I had many ideas,
which Juliet showed were weak on some point or another.

Each night we started discussing things like this and ended getting
lost in our night time revels in the bath or on the bed or in the
living room in front of the television.

When the 'phone rang to let us know that they were at the airport we set out
to collect them still without a plan.

At the airport we found them waiting we met them and Juliet kissed
her mother on the cheek and said, "Hi mum.  I've moved in with John."

"That's nice dear I hope you're happy together."

She kissed me on the cheek and said "Congratulations."

Adrienne was dying to know all that had happened and Juliet said, "If
you come over later I'll tell you all about it."

We all went back to our place (it had been some time since I'd used
that expression) and Juliet organised dinner.

After we'd eaten and exchanged brief news (Adrienne had a nice time,
Lorraine found a nice man) we all adjourned to the lounge and
television which kept Adrienne occupied until Lorraine said they'd
better go and get unpacked.  All this time Adrienne had looked a
little unhappy but I'd put it down to end of holiday blues.

They went home and we settled down to another pleasant evening
together.

At about seven there was a knock on the door and Juliet jumped up to
answer it.  Adrienne was there and Juliet invited her in.  As she
came in to the lounge Juliet was saying "...of course he doesn't mind
do you John?"

"Mind what?"

Adrienne was afraid to come in without knocking first.

"Of course she's welcome to walk in as long as she takes us as she
finds us," I said.

This seemed to make them both happy.

Adrienne Said "Well I'm dying to know what happened tell me
everything."

I was interested to see how Juliet was going to handle this.  I had
visions of "Well we went camping and enjoyed it so we decided to live
together."  But not my Juliet.

She told the entire story (much to my embarrassment) and they had a
good laugh over "...the expression on John's face when I asked 'Will I
do'" and the teasing and the man with the children and Clive's face
when "I 'asked for an ice cream'" and when "I said daddy was
'teaching me to shave.'"

She spent some time on the shopping and the hotel.

I sat in silence and tried to be the wallpaper.

At the end of the story Adrienne said that she was very happy for us
and kissed Juliet and then with a little blush came over to me.

I may not be very fast but sometimes I can see things coming and I
felt as if I wanted to 'get my own back' a little so when she bent
down to plant a kiss on my cheek I turned my head and wrapped my arms
around her and gave her a full blown kiss on the lips which lasted
for over a minute.  When I broke the kiss and let her go she fell
into my lap.  She was blushing furiously as she tried to regain her
composure.

"John," Juliet giggled, "you have to be careful she isn't used to
having men around."

"Well we are almost in-laws." I said.

We all giggled and the tension left as we settled down to watch
television with me at the end and making one side on a Juliet
sandwich with Adrienne the other side.

I was still wearing my bathrobe from our earlier frolics and Juliet
was wearing that long satin nightie.  I had soon worked the nightie
up and had myself pressing against her.  I expected this to cause
embarrassment but instead she spread her legs a little allowing me to
enter her and after a brief hump back lay still again.  Well the
outside was still anyway; the inside was stroking away at me with all
the skill she'd shown previously.  Again we played the twitching,
stroking, clenching game but this time her sister was there
blissfully unaware of what was going on.  When Juliet shuddered in
orgasm and I followed suit a little later Adrienne seemed unaware of
what was going on.

I felt Adrienne stir and then say I'll have to go now.  The words
sounded more than a little depressed, as if she didn't want to go.  I
quickly flipped my bathrobe into place as Juliet stood to see her
out.  I followed to the door where I gave her a little kiss on the
cheek to send her on her way.

When we arrived back in the lounge Juliet said, "Now where were we."

So I reminded her and we had another night of pleasure.

When we returned to work on Monday I was unsure what to tell the
others if anything.

At tea break some of the men were talking about women and one said,
"I don't know how you manage without a female."

One of the others said something about the life of a monk and I told
them that I'd met someone and was living with her.  This took them
all by surprise and they started speculating.

One decided that she was probably some timid librarian of a woman
with heavy sensible shoes.  Another disagreed and said that she was
probably like Marylyn (the receptionist who had half the men trying
to get in her knickers).

I told them that she was more like Marylyn's assistant.  They looked
blank and someone said she hasn't got an assistant.

"That girl on the work experience scheme."  I said (this was a
fourteen year old schoolgirl).

They all went quiet.

I went back to work.

That night when I got home I started dinner and Juliet was soon in
after me.  She slipped upstairs and started running the bath.  We
took dinner up to the bathroom and fed each other then we washed each
other.

Adrienne called up and Juliet said, "We're in the bathroom."

She walked in and turned bright red as Juliet was sitting across my
hips with me inside her.

As Adrienne turned and said sorry Juliet said "It's okay we don't
mind do we?"  I thought that it was nice to be consulted on the
subject even if it was a bit late.

Adrienne was very embarrassed and Juliet giggled and got out of the
bath.  This exposure made Adrienne even more embarrassed.  They went
downstairs and left me in the bath.  I thought it was probably as
well that they have a little girl talk so I didn't get downstairs
till a little later.

I had the impression that Adrienne had been crying but Juliet was
trying to comfort her.

A signal from Juliet told me to be somewhere else so I did.

Tentatively returning a little later I saw them on the couch watching
television.  Going in again they both smiled and made room for me in
the middle.  I thought it was better to leave things till they were
ready to tell me but we all just sat there. I settled back and soon
found them both snuggling up to me.

Adrienne made her excuses and went home at around ten o'clock.

Juliet was disturbed.  I asked if there was anything I could do and
she said that there wasn't.  Then she said that Adrienne was upset
because her mother had met this man and she wanted him to move in
with them.  The man wasn't very nice and Adrienne could see problems
coming.

"Don't go crossing bridges before we come to them."  I said, "let's
wait and see."



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