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Business Studies 05
By Katzmarek
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Author's Note.
This is a work of erotic fiction. It may not be used for profit
without the author's express permission in writing.
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(Part 5)
"When I arrived here from Denmark," mum's telling me, "I didn't
have much English. I was 9 and we settled in the Eastern Bays."
"I know that mum," I tell her, "Everything was strange and new
and you wanted to go back home and..."
"Yes, yes... let me continue..."
I'm sitting with her in our lounge, the housework forgotten. We
sometimes have these little talks, just me and mum, but today,
well, we've got lots to get out, y'know?
"The Greeks and Italians developed the Bays, they were once
fishing villages and then they spread out into other things, like
property for instance. At my first school there were a lot of
them, they'd stick together. The Apostolakis's were a large
family there, they were very kind to us."
"So you knew Nick from school?"
"Yes, he was a couple of years older but he and his friends
looked after me and my younger brother, your uncle Joh. I'll
always be grateful for that."
"I didn't know you knew Nick?"
"I guess they understood what it was like being in a... minority
and struggling, you know?"
"Yeah, Nick would do that," I smile.
(I KNEW he had a big heart!)
"I kept in touch with him until he was about 20, just before he
went to Greece..."
I hold my breath!
"I even went out with him a few times, Tee, y'know what I'm
saying? And before you ask I never slept with him."
"Mum, you? He went to Greece? He told me he didn't.. because...
he'd be conscripted into the army?"
"Well he did, Tee. And honey... he came back with a girl."
"What? You mean he got married?"
"A Greek girl, Dora, from his village in Crete."
"So where does Rachael enter the picture?"
"I'm getting to that," mum says, "he was married to Dora for
about 12 years or so, but there were no children."
"Maybe they didn't want any?" I suggest.
"A Greek couple not wanting children, get real!" mum smiles, "
no, there was a problem there, she couldn't conceive for some
reason."
"Poor Nick!"
"Poor Dora! She was a nice woman, I met her once or twice. His
family gave her a hard time."
"Because she couldn't have children? That's unfair!"
"Well, that's the way it is! Nick felt humiliated I think.
Y'know, his manhood's very important to him."
I blush at the reference.
"It had nothing to do with him?" I tell mum, indignantly.
"Doesn't matter! His family wanted him to throw her out..."
"That is SO cruel!" I protest.
"Yes... it was very hard for her. In the end, Nick caved in."
"He did?"
"Twelve years of pressure, honey and Nick's mother's a very
dominating woman."
"And he's a wimp, I get that now."
"Don't be too hard on him, Tee. You got to remember the way he
was brought up. I'm surprised he lasted 12 years!"
"Well he shouldn't have thrown her out, what's wrong with him?"
"He didn't exactly throw her out, Tee, Nick couldn't do it that
way. No, he had an affair with a 16 year old schoolgirl. At least
I HOPE she was 16 at the time..."
"Rachael?"
"Yes, and a piece of work she is."
"I know, I've met her!"
"You have? Well I'd stay away from her if I was you. They started
this relationship and it went on for years, right under Dora's
nose. Everybody knew about it!"
"Bastard!"
Mum ignores me and continues.
"Eventually Dora had enough and went back to Crete. Nick then
married Rachael, by then she was pregnant."
I'm sunk in thought, trying to understand Nick's behaviour,
trying to find excuses. It just doesn't sound like the Nick I
know, or maybe it is, I don't know!
"Beatie," mum continues, "Nick is emotionally immature in many
ways. He can't really handle close relationships with women.
Rachael was perfect for him, she was a user and couldn't handle
love either."
"But what about Dora, that lasted 12 years and..."
"Yes, I don't know why, Tee. I don't understand why he stuck
around as long as he did. Maybe he was trying to do the right
thing? I know he was miserable for most of the time, concentrated
on building up the business."
"It sounds like he had some integrity after all," I suggest.
"Oh he's got that alright. He's a very fair man, at least when it
comes to business! I just can't see you dealing with Nick's
demons though, honey. His family will slaughter you."
"Why?"
"Because you stand between him and his wife, the mother of his
CHILDREN!"
"Kids again!" I sigh.
"Yes, kids, Beatie. Understand that that is the most important
thing to the Apostolakis's, above all else. They want Nick's
little family back together. Even though Rachael's not Greek,
she's always got on pretty well with them, you know."
"How?"
"Oh," mum grins, "Rachael knows how to work the room AND she has
a nose for where the power is. She's sexy and looks good and,
remember, Nick has 5 brothers!"
"You mean?"
"No! She wouldn't sleep with them, she's not THAT stupid. She
flirts and teases but, in the end, acts just like a little Greek
wife around them. She's quite the operator."
"I don't think I like Rachael!"
"Stay clear of her, Beatie, please! She doesn't let anyone stand
in her way, she'll eat you alive. Get out of this, honey, before
you get caught in the middle!"
Mum has this desperate look again.
"I don't think I can... right now," I tell her, miserably.
"Oh Beatie, honey," mum holds me tighter, "I don't know what else
to say. Don't expect Nick to support you, he hasn't the balls, I
wish I can impress that on you. You'll be on your own against
Rachael and the Apostolakis's and they play for keeps. And watch
Nick hide, Beatie, just watch him."
"Mum, it sounds like you've had some personal experience?"
"Well I DID go out with him for a while, Tee. I DO know what you
see in him, believe me! We were... very close for a while. You
could say I was in love with him!"
"MUM? With NICK?"
"With Nick, why not? You managed it?"
"I'm not sure that I'm in love with him, mum."
"You sure? You could've fooled me!"
"Maybe just a little..."
"Or maybe just a lot!" mum says emphatically. "So I DO understand
completely what you're going through. Mother and daughter, eh?"
mum chuckles, "like a 16 year old boy's wet dream!"
"MUM!"
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The next day I'm apprehensive about going to school. I'm sure
Angela's already spread it around about me and Nick.
I catch up with her at recess. She tells me that her and Jerry
didn't do the business on Saturday. Instead he got absolutely
blotto after the game and she spent the evening checking on him
as he lay flaked out on the spare bed.
(Don't say I didn't warn you, Angela!)
"I'm not going to clean up his vomit ever again!" she insists.
"Yuk, I'd make him lie in it," I reply.
"EEEYYYEEEEWWWW," we say in unison.
She wants to know how I'm getting on with my 'older guy.' I hedge
a bit but can't wipe the smile off my face. Then my cellphone
beeps and there's this blasted text message.
'C U 2nite? N.'
"Let me see, let me see!" shrieks Angela.
I try and stop her from broadcasting the news around the quad but
soon a couple of her friends rush up and it's all on, damn her!
I'm flushed with embarrassment as Angela all but tells everyone
about my 'secret' lover.
"How old is he?" asks Di, one of Angela's confidantes.
She has this grin on her face so I know darn well that Angela's
told her, 'in confidence,' of course.
I'm not coping too well with all of this. I snatch back my phone
and glare at everyone. They drift away laughing, leaving only
Angela and me.
"Why couldn't you just keep your mouth closed?" I snarl at her.
"I did," she protests, "I didn't say anything. Me and Di were
just talking about stuff last night and I said that I thought you
were going out with someone, that's all. I didn't mention any
names or..."
"And you said he was an older guy?"
"I might have mentioned it, I'm not sure..."
I shake my head.
"Well, I didn't know it was a secret!"
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I don't know why I like Angela, she can be SUCH an airhead
sometimes. I've known her since primary school. She was this
skinny kid that nobody liked and, I guess I was a bit prissy and
everyone made fun of me.
Some girls were picking on her one day after school and she was
crying. I felt sorry for her and took her home with me. We became
firm friends after that.
By high school she'd blossomed a lot and had grown more
confident. Her and boys discovered each other with a vengence
and, well, I guess she made up for lost time.
I was always there for her when her heart was broken by some
jerk. But she was never down for long, she was always popular
with the boys!
I can't stay mad at her for long, there's just too much water
under the bridge. Everyone has their kindred spirit and I guess
mine is Angela, sigh!
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I text Nick back,
'Friday.'
I want some space, y'know?
I also have a lot of work to get finished. It's coming to our
end-of-year's and I want my marks to be high. Some courses I'm
planning to do at Uni you need good grades to get in.
I bury myself in my room, when I get home. I don't want to see
Nick arrive home next door or I know I'd want to go over and see
him. I feel like I'm on this addictive drug and that drug is
Nick.
Mum understands. She's says I need a bit of 'cold turkey.' I
don't really understand the term but I get what it means.
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Mum has to meet Nick on Thursday. He apparently promised to go
over some things with her about construction techniques or
something. She has to know such things for her Real Estate
license.
Mum says Nick could have been a builder or even an architect. He
has the talent but he wouldn't do the training. It takes too long
and in any case there wasn't enough money in it for him.
"You need a lot of nous for what he does," she tells me, "but
really, anyone can do it with a bit of capital and if they're
prepared to do the hard work. Y'know, in the beginning, Nick used
to do all the work on the improvements himself. He'd sometimes
work through the night, weekends. He was paying high mortgages on
those places and he needed to turn them over quickly. He took
some huge risks but he never came unstuck. Shrewdness or dumb
luck, I don't know which."
"Shrewdness I'm sure," I decide.
"Maybe both! And a family prepared to bail him out if he gets
into difficulties. He has that, of course!"
(Of course, his family!)
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I'm nervous about what mum's going to discuss with Nick. She
promised she wouldn't talk about me, but how can she not?
I wish I could be a fly on the wall.
Y'know, I wonder if mum has some feelings for him still. Maybe
she's a bit jealous of me, I didn't think of that. I mean she did
say she wouldn't mind a bit of a 'roll' with him herself, didn't
she?
Then again, she wouldn't betray dad, he's so kind and gentle. You
can see how much he adores her when he walks into the room, even
after all these years, it's SO cute!
I have this little daydream about going over and stumbling in on
their meeting. He's lying on the sofa and she's sitting on him,
on his 'thing.'
(God I'm terrible sometimes!)
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Mum doesn't get home from her meeting with Nick until 7.30. I
look at her suspiciously but she just smiles and asks me if
everything's alright. Dad's watching TV so I can't talk to her
about him.
(My life is TOO wierd at the moment!)
Later, mum's stacking dishes and I ask her straight.
"Mum, promise me you're not having an affair with Nick."
She looks at me in shock, then she bursts out laughing!
"Alex!" she calls dad.
(NO!)
Dad comes into the kitchen.
"Your daughter thinks I'm having an affair with Nick
Apostolakis!"
(How COULD she!)
"Really!" says dad,
He comes up behind her and slips his arms around her, nuzzling
her neck.
"And what does he do to you that I don't!"
Then they go all giggly and lovey-dovey. They do that ALL the
time in front of me and it's SO embarrassing!
(Throw a bucket of water over them, quick... please!)
I guess that answers my question and I slink out, abashed, and
leave them to it.
After a while they come back out. I'm sitting on the sofa hoping
the ground will open up and swallow me. Mum sits beside me.
"Tee, I'm sorry," she says in a low voice, "it's just your
question... I'd never do anything like that to your father, even
with Nick. Y'know, with your dad, with Alex, it's just like the
first day we met, every day. He's more than enough for me."
"I'm sorry mum," I say, miserably, "I just thought..."
"Well stop thinking, ok? I'm not Rachael and I don't keep a
diary, right?"
"Right, mum."
"Good!"
(God, I'm glad THAT'S over with!)
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Friday night doesn't come soon enough, I miss my Nicky! I go over
about 7, the kids are watching TV just before bed. Just inside
the door he takes me in his arms and kisses me, passionately.
"I've missed you," he whispers to me.
"Me too," I whisper back.
Nick walks me into the lounge, his hand is on my bottom lightly
stroking my cheeks!
The kids want to stay and play with me but Nick insists they get
ready for bed. I wait in the lounge, full of anticipation, while
he organises them.
At length he comes back. He tells me they insist on a story
before sleep-time and apologises to me for keeping me waiting!
Nick puts on some guitar music, sort of like Greek Jazz, I guess.
It's smooth and sultry.
"What's the music?" I open the conversation.
"Silver Koulouris, used to play with Vangelis. It's one of his
solo works," he tells me.
"Who?"
"Oh, just some Greek guy," he answers, smiling.
Nick fetches me a drink, rum and coke, he remembers! He grabs
himself a beer and we sit on the sofa, THAT sofa!
We cuddle a lot and kiss a little, but mostly we talk and listen
to the music until about 9.
"Mum told me you went to Greece when you were about 20?" I tell
him.
"She did?"
"Yes! You told me you didn't go because you'd be conscripted!"
"I did?"
"You know you did, Nick. Why'd you lie to me?"
I'm not really angry with him, my voice is quite even. I just
want him to know he can't tell me fibs.
"Well it's a long story and I didn't want to get into any of
that. What else did she say about me? Y'know I'm not happy that
she told you all that stuff."
"Aw, C'mon Nick! She's my mother! What else was she supposed to
do?"
He shrugs his shoulders and falls silent for a while. Eventually
he asks me whether we'd talked about his first wife. It clearly
makes him uncomfortable, I think there's a lot of guilt still
there.
"If I'd the chance to go back in time," he says, "I would have
done things differently. It's taken me a long time to get out
from under my mother's thumb. Most of my brothers are still on a
short rope, unfortunately. Maybe Costa... he moved to
Australia... we should've joined him there, I don't know..."
"It's alright Nick, it's all in the past. You can't change
anything, there's no use..."
"I know, I know..."
"What about you and mum?" I ask, changing the subject.
"She told you?"
He looks aghast.
"Of course she would," he shrugs, " well, there again, my mother!
She's a fine woman, Anneka, you mother, we were very close."
"Yes, she said."
"Different circumstances I could have been your father," he
chuckles, "in fact..." he considers for a moment, "no, the dates
would be all wrong!"
I punch him.
"Mum said you never slept together, so don't..."
"She said that?"
"Yes, and I believe her!"
"Oh well... if that what's she saying now..."
"NICK!"
I throw a cushion at him and we wrestle around a bit, laughing.
Eventually he ends up lying on top of me, I don't mind!
"You never slept with my mother, did you Nick?" I ask him,
plaintively.
"I'm not going there," he replies, "ask your mother, I never kiss
and tell."
"You're full of shit sometimes!" I tell him, a little cross.
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He starts to kiss me, my lips, face, neck and hair. He's between
my legs and I can feel him, the lump of his hard cock.
It excites me, all other thoughts are forgotten except the
feeling of his body lying on mine, and his sweet kissing.
Around his neck is a thin gold chain with a little plaque in the
shape of a heart. On it are the letters D.A and N.A, sort of
linked together. It takes me a little time to work it out,
'Dora Apostolakis and Nick Apostolakis.'
(God, Nick!)
By then he has my shirt up and I don't care anymore. His tongue
is worming it's way into my cleavage. He plants a little kiss
right on my nipple, over my bra.
"Come to bed?" he whispers.
"Sure!" I smile at him.
Well, I'm now an experienced woman, aren't I? I've no anxiety at
all about making love with my Nicky. I'm an initiate into the
mysteries of love and, hey, it's no big deal, tee hee hee!
As we move towards his bedroom, Nick walks behind me, his hands
on my waist and moving higher! He nudges me in the bottom with
his, you-know-what. I'm giggling and he's making a kind of
growling noise, like a wolf.
In the bedroom, he stands me before his big dresser mirror and
lifts my shirt over my head. He cups and strokes my bra-covered
boobs while nuzzling my neck. I reach behind and touch his cheek.
"You're gorgeous," he murmurs into my ear.
"Mmm," is all I can say.
I like my neck being kissed.
He unhooks my bra and pushes his hands inside, I let it drop to
the floor. His head is against mine and we both look into the
mirror while he caresses my breasts and nipples.
I like watching myself and Nick, I decide. It's kind of kinky,
but not gross at all!
"You've got such nice tits," Nick whispers.
(Ever the romantic!)
"Hmm, you've got nice... you've got a nice..." I ponder.
"What?" he grins.
"Face," I giggle.
"Is that all?"
He nudges me again in the bottom.
"A few other things..." I tease.
His hands move down to my hips and he pulls me back against him.
"Such as?
"I know what you're trying to get me to say!"
He cups me between my legs, a finger pressing me on my mound.
"Well?" he asks.
I turn my head to his face, towards his dreamy eyes, his lips.
"Dick!"
I kiss him.
"Cock."
I kiss him again. He turns me around to face him, feeling me
between my legs.
After another, long kiss, he whispers,
"Show me your pretty pussy."
"Only if you show me your pretty cock," I reply, boldly for me.
Grinning, he starts to undo his trousers and I do the same. All
the time we're playing kissy-face then looking down at what each
other's doing. He eases his pants over his erection while I push
down my jeans and panties. We then check each other out, like
we've never seen each other before.
Nick probes me with his fingers while I play with his springy
cock. I'm thrilled and ever so horny, Nick looks so good I want
to eat him!
He pushes me suddenly backwards and I land on his bed with a
shriek. He pulls the tangle of my jeans and panties off my feet
and kicks free his own.
Then he starts to kiss me on the inside of my legs, his hands pay
homage to my thighs. It tickles and I want Nick to lie on top of
me.
I try to sit up to pull Nick on top, but he gently pushes me back
with his hand.
"Wait, you'll like this," he says.
"It tickles!" I whine at him, but he plants some smoochy kisses
on my inner thighs and, well, it feels better, y'know?
Nick bends my knees up and pushes them apart. I still feel funny
about exposing myself like this.
I know where he's heading, of course. I've often wondered what it
would feel like. Those women on the porn channel seemed to like
it, but then you can't trust that, it's all about MEN's fantasies
after all.
Nick sort of probes me with his fingers and pulls my lips apart.
I try to sit up to see, but I have to lie down again, it's too
uncomfortable.
Then his tongue's on me, in me, everywhere! It sends little
sparks of sensation jolting through me.
Eventually his tongue settles on my clitoris. He kind of rubs it
with his lips as well and even pushes his tongue inside me!
While he licks me he reaches over, pulls out a condom and rolls
it on. That must take some dexterity!
At last he's on top of me and working his knob into my vagina.
It's a tight squeeze but eventually slips in with a pop and we
are joined again.
He goes slow, slow and gentle, with lots of pauses and smooches
and licks of my boobs etcetera.
Between pauses he makes little comments that make me laugh. I can
feel myself squeezing his cock in my pussy with each giggle. It
becomes a little game, giggle, squeeze, then he'd wriggle himself
inside me.
"You want to come babe?" he asks, then gives me a jab.
"Mmm,"
"Y'sure?"
Jab!
"UH... mmm,mmm."
I'm trying to pull him in, trying to get him to increase the
pressure and speed up.
Instead he gives me a few rapid jabs and stops, leaving me
teetering on the edge each time. I look at his grinning face
above me and I'm getting cross.
"Don't tease!"
I'm filled with anticipation and frustration.
'Why doesn't he get on with...'
"OH!"
The thought is left unfinished as Nick starts giving me long deep
strokes. Slowly at first, but increasing and I can feel myself
building up again. He's grinds his bone onto my clitty with each
downward thrust leaving me breathless.
"UH... UH... OH..."
He goes on and on taking me to new heights, building speed all
the time. One of my hands is on his arse, feeling the muscles
flexing and clenching.
Boom! I go off and it just climbs and climbs while Nick hammers
into me at full pace. I know I'm screaming but I can't help
myself.
Nick's face is close to mine.
"Kiss me?" he asks desperately.
And I'm kissing him even though I can't breathe properly. I open
my eyes as he grunts just to watch his face as he's coming inside
me.
"Oh baby... oh baby..." he says.
And I'm saying, 'oh Nick,' and you wouldn't have to be a genius
to script our lines.
Afterwards we're holding each other and petting. We're all sweaty
but we don't care.
A thought comes to me. The last person Nick screwed on this bed
was Rachael, that night. It seems a long time ago but it was only
two weeks. Wow, Nick's been getting his share!
"Am I better then Rachael?" I ask him suddenly.
(The thought just popped into my head.)
"Not as boney," he replies, idly.
"You know what I mean," I insist.
(I suddenly want to know!)
"Better in what way?" he asks.
"In bed, like this?"
He does a little chuckle, he looks far away for a moment.
"I can't answer that," he says, "you're both different."
"How am I different?"
"Well, Rachael doesn't ask that sort of question for a start!"
"Oh!"
"Maybe we can have a threesome and you can compare notes!"
I pinch him!
"Then again... we can invite your mother as well and...OW, that
hurts!"
Katzmarek (C)
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