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Subject: {ASSM} Lester (MF Rom) by Elena
Date: Fri, 25 Apr 2003 04:10:08 -0400
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"Lester" by Elena (MF Rom)

This story is rude.  It has sex in it.  Do not read it if you are not
supposed to.

That said, this is a bit of a slow tale with more romance and less action.
If you like mushy, lovey stuff, it might be for you.

The author grants the right for this story to be distributed in any way you
wish, on the condition that the text is unchanged and the contact e-mail
address thefabulouselena@yahoo.co.uk is given.

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Of course, Jay told me all about Lester before I ever met him.  I could tell
how much Jay cared about him from the tone of his voice as he spoke.
Because of this, I was a bit apprehensive the first time I went round Jay's
flat.

Jay has a studio flat right in the city centre.  It's tiny, and very much a
bachelor pad, complete with film posters on the walls and a ludicrously
powerful stereo system -- far too powerful to use at anything like full
volume in a crowded building like his.  When he showed me in, the first
thing I noticed was how small the place was, and how cluttered.

"And this," Jay announced proudly as I walked into the room, "Is Lester
Parrot."

Lester's cage was the one tidy area amidst the clutter.  It was clean and
well-appointed, with two perches, a swing, a bell on a chain and bowls for
water and food.

"Go on Jenny, say hello to him!"

Lester was green, with a vivid splodge of pillar-box red on his forehead.  I
have to admit, he was an attractive bird.  I walked over and poked a finger
through the bars.  Lester shuffled away from me along his perch.  He looked
at me with one round, implacable orange eye, and made a low crooning sound
that sounded frankly menacing.

I had to say, I was not fond of parrots.

*****

The one good thing you can say about a man who buys a parrot, is that he's
not afraid of committment.  Parrots are expensive, and can live as long as
people.

That's the good thing.  The bad thing is, he's got a parrot.  Now, in almost
every other way, Jay seemed perfect.  He was tall and strong, but not so
tall I hurt my neck talking to him.  He was a man's man, an electrician by
trade who liked beer and football, but not so much that he was a drunk or a
bore.  He loved to tell me funny stories and make me laugh, but courteous
enough to listen too.  In other words, he was a gentleman.  A bit too much
of a gentleman for my tastes, actually; we'd been seeing each other for two
months and we still hadn't done it.

Lester didn't help.  When we went out on a date, it was always easier to go
back to Jay's flat afterwards than my house out in the suburbs, and when we
went to Jay's, Lester was there.  Two months had passed and he still hadn't
warmed to me.

I remember one Saturday night; we'd been out for a romantic Italian meal and
had consumed two bottles of intoxicatingly fruity red wine.  Jay asked me
back for coffee, and of course I accepted.  We held hands and giggled as we
climbed the stairs, trying to be quiet.  When we got in, Jay put the kettle
on to boil, and I sat down on his sofa bed, which hadn't been pulled down
for the night.  Soon he was back with steaming mugs and I had him in my
clutches.

I'm normally not that shy about putting the moves on but there was something
in Jay's manner that told me he'd appreciate moving at his own pace.  Wine,
though, had made me reckless, and I put my hand on his thigh.  I gently
stroked his muscular leg through the soft cotton twill of his trousers, and
looked up at him, inviting him with my eyes to kiss me.  He put an arm on my
shoulder and pulled us together.  His lips were so firm yet soft when they
touched mine, and I wriggled slightly in his embrace as I felt the tip of
his tongue snake out to touch mine.

Then, Lester made his presence known.  He croaked loudly, the brash noise
breaking the soft, sexy mood.  When I looked over, the feathers on the nape
of his neck were puffed up and he was looking at us, his head turned to the
side to frame us with his beady gaze.

Oh heck," Jay said, "I should have put the cloth over his cage before I went
out.  We woke him up when we put the lights on."  He stood up.  "Wait there,
I'll do it now."  Jay covered the cage and came back beside me, but somehow
the moment had gone.  Jay kissed me, but I could hear Lester shuffling on
his perch.  At one point, I'm sure he was deliberately ringing his bell.  It
put me off somewhat.

*****

I slept next to Jay that night, but we didn't make love.  It was lovely
though to wake up next to him.  With his brown hair tousled and his eyes
sleepy, he looked better than ever.  I kissed him delicately on his lips,
then on the tip of his nose, which made him grin.  We lay there for a while
with the morning sunlight peeking through the blinds.

He got up eventually and made me some coffee.  Whilst I sat on the rumpled
bed sipping at it, he asked me what I wanted for breakfast.

"I don't know.  What have you got?"

"Not much," he admitted.  "Tell you what, I'll go out and buy something nice
whilst you have your coffee."

"That would be lovely," I replied, and smoothed a stray hair or two off my
face.  He pulled a pair of jeans on over the T-shirt and shorts he'd slept
in, and soon he was off.  He removed the cloth from Lester's cage before he
went, saying "Time for you to get up, young man!" to Lester.  Then, he poked
his finger through the bars.  Lester bit him, but gently and affectionately,
and crooned as it nibbled his fingertip.

I got up and looked round the room.  Lester was on his swing now, rocking
back and forth.  I peered at the creature, which as ever was staring at me
with challenge in his gaze.  "You bastard," I said.  "I could have had him
last night if it wasn't for you."  There and then, I resolved to teach him
to swear, and spent the next twenty minutes saying "bastard" to Lester.  He
was unimpressed, and certainly didn't respond.

*****

Jay came back with croissants and eggs.  He deftly scrambled us a couple of
eggs each as the croissants warmed in the oven, and made us both another
coffee.  We ate at his breakfast bar -- the flat didn't have a proper dining
table -- sitting opposite each other on high barstools as our legs touched
under the counter's top.

"So, why's he called Lester anyway," I asked.

"After Lester Piggott," replied Jay, "except he's Lester Parrot."  I
wondered why Jay had chosen to name the bird after a champion jockey, and
wondered further if a parrot could be jailed for tax evasion like his
namesake.  No matter, I concluded; as long as the little bastard's behind
bars.

"Are you sure he's a boy?  The way he was acting last night, you'd think he
was a jealous woman."

Jay grinned.  "No, he's definitely a boy."

"How can you tell?"

"I don't have a clue, Jenny.  I had him sexed at the vet's."

That was probably for the best.  If he'd known how, he'd probably have had
me looking at Lester's private parts.

*****

I saw Jay a few times in the next couple of weeks, but always out and about.
One Saturday however I'd been shopping in the city.  Friday had been pay
day, and I'd wanted to buy a new outfit or two.  After I'd had enough of the
crowds, I called Jay on my mobile and asked if I could pop over.  He was
having a quiet day at home and was happy to have me come round.

The flat was as messy as ever, and Jay went over to throw some dirty clothes
off the sofa to make room for me.  Lester was out of his cage, sitting on
the back of one of the stools at the breakfast bar.  Jay's laptop was out on
the counter; it looked as if he'd been on the net.

As soon as I saw that Lester was free, I hesitated.  I didn't want to walk
further into the room when that creature was there.  Jay noticed the change
in my posture, and came to my side, putting his arm around me.

"It's all right, he doesn't bite.  He's very good natured really."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, certainly.  Here, come on."  He led me over to where Lester was
sitting, and then slowly put his arm next to Lester's feet.  Lester stepped
onto his arm.

"Are you okay with this?"

"I suppose," I said, but I could hear the tension in my voice.

I couldn't tell if he was being more patient with me or the bird as he
slowly raised his arm to my shoulder, and Lester stepped onto me for the
first time.  I could feel the tips of his claws just pricking my skin as he
sidled along next to my face, where he began flicking my dangly earring from
side to side with his beak.

I slowly relaxed as it became apparent the bird wasn't going to savage me.

"See, that's not so bad, is it?"

"No?"  No, it wasn't really.  I still didn't like the bird, but at least I
was becoming more comfortable with his presence.  Jay took Lester from me
after a few minutes and placed him back in his cage, then we settled on the
sofa for a chat and a cuddle.

*****

Another Italian meal, but this time we'd had a bit less to drink.  When Jay
asked me back to his flat, I suggested we go back to my place instead, but
he was insistent that I had to come over.  For some reason it seemed very
important to him.

When we walked through his front door, the difference was amazing.  He'd
cleared up; there were no magazines strewn on the floor, no dirty clothes on
the furniture.  The coffee table was clear save for two steel candlestands
each holding a fat ivory-coloured candle.  The place was obviously
freshly-cleaned and smelt faintly of flowers.  I spotted an air freshener
next to Lester's cage.

That was the big difference; Lester's cage was covered this time, and
silent.  The bird had had a good few hours to fall asleep and wouldn't be
disturbing us.

"Would you like another drink Jenny?  I've got wine if you like."

"That would be gorgeous," I replied as I settled down on the sofa bed.
Again, it hadn't been pulled down for the night.  He went over to the
kitchen area and pulled a bottle of white from the fridge.  Two clean
glasses were already standing on his breakfast bar, and after opening the
bottle he brought them over.  He then lit the candles and turned off the
light before sitting down next to me.

"Say when."

"Oh, when," I replied just as the golden liquid reached half way up the
glass.  He poured himself slightly more, and we sipped it.

"I've made sure we won't be interrupted tonight," he said.

"I noticed."  I smiled at him.

I couldn't say exactly what took us from conversation to kissing.  As we sat
there in the candlelight, every part of my body felt light and soft and
sensuous.  Our movements were as golden and as syrupy-slow as the flickering
candlelight moved across the walls and our skin.  Everything seemed to come
naturally.  When his hand slipped inside my top to caress a nipple beneath
my bra, it jumped up to meet him, bumpy and hungry at his touch.  My top
came off.  My bra straps slipped down my shoulders, then the bra came off to
join my top on the floor.  My skirt rode up my thighs as I curled into him,
cuddling a leg over his.  I unbuttoned his shirt and all the time we kissed,
strong slow kisses that had our tongues running over each other in a slow,
dirty dance.

I unbuttoned his shirt and caressed the fine silky hairs on his chest.  I
touched his own small nipples, which were beige and in their own way as firm
as my own.  I couldn't tell you exactly when my knickers came off, although
I know my skirt didn't -- it rumpled around my hips as his large hands
squeezed my bottom.

As naturally as could be, he was soon naked.  As he reached down to his
trousers on the floor, I finally stood and pulled off my skirt.  His gaze
seemed to touch my flesh as firmly as his hands had moments before as I
stood in front of him, then I fell on him, sitting astride.  He asked me to
wait a moment, and I pulled back as he stroked a condom onto his cock, then
he pulled me to him and I rode him, sliding up and down, my movements still
slow but now filled with need.  His head leaned down and his mouth found my
nipples, one then the other, kissing and nibbling at them.  His hands were
on my thighs, then my bottom, pulling me back and forth with each thrust.  I
arched my back slightly and the shifted angle of my hips meant that my clit
was rubbing against his shaft as we rocked back and forth, back and forth.

When I came it was as if the golden candlelight had filled my body and I was
flickering, flickering and burning.  I could still feel my cunt squeezing
his cock with the last few gentle spasms when he came into me, crying out...

*****

He was always most careful about covering Lester's cage after that, although
he always uncovered it as soon as he rose in the morning.  Well, not always
as soon as he rose -- we often made use of the early morning time to satisfy
ourselves -- but as soon as he got up from his sofa bed.

It came to be that one lazy Sunday morning just a few short weeks later, I
woke from a deep, enveloping sleep after a deep, satisfying screw to find
him talking to the bird.

"Jay loves Jenny.  Jay loves Jenny."

I covered my bleary eyes with my hand and asked him, "What did you say?"

"I'm trying to teach Lester to talk.  I do love you, you know."

He smiled his most beautiful smile and I smiled back.  "I love you too,
Jay."

His attention returned to the bird.  "Jay loves Jenny."

After a bit, I told him, "He won't talk you know.  I've tried to teach him."

"Oh yes?"  He raised his eyebrows.  "What did you try to get him to say?"

"I tried to teach him to swear," I admitted.

"Well," Jay responded, "It takes a lot of patience to teach a parrot to
talk.  It could take years."

"You've got the time," I replied.  "Don't those things live for ever?"

"They've got a life expectancy of about seventy," he told me, "so I expect
to have him for the rest of my life.  But then, I'd like to have you that
long too."

I grinned at him.

"Okay, but if we ever live together, he stays out of the bedroom."

"I don't have any other rooms, and I can't put him in the bathroom."

"Well, we'll just have to find somewhere else, won't we?"

"Yes.  Yes we will, my love."

I heard a tinkling sound.  Was Lester ringing his little bell just for me?
You know, I think he was.

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Author's note:
In case you're wondering, Lester is a green-cheeked amazon parrot.  And,
yes, he comes to love Jenny too.  Not in quite the same way, of course...
that would be quite another genre of story!

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