Thank you for reading my story; I hope that you enjoy it. I write in British English, so in this context, a ‘pussy’ refers to a pet cat, while a ‘fanny’ refers to female genitalia. Love, Mica xx Yorkshire, England.
My mobile rang, and I was surprised to see who the caller was. I pressed answer.
“Hello, Penny darling. How are you?”
Penny is my stepdaughter; I hadn’t seen her since her mother’s funeral, and apart from birthday texts, we hadn’t really been in touch. No specific reason; we just hadn’t.
“Not good, Mum. Can I come up and see you?”
“Oh dear, yes, of course you can, whenever you like. “What’s the problem, love?”
“I’ll explain when I get there; I’ll be with you around lunchtime.”
“Okay, sweetheart, see you later.”
What could it be, illness perhaps? I couldn’t think of any other scenario. Well, if she were going to be here in a couple of hours, I’d better get showered and dressed and make some sandwiches.
I buttered some bread and opened a tin of red salmon, letting it drain, and sliced some cucumber. Salmon and cucumber sandwiches would suffice, I thought. I even cut the crusts off and made them into triangles. Perfect. I put some soda water in a jug and added some ice. The perfect just got better.
The door opened, and Penny called out, “Hi, Mum.”
I went through to the hall; we hugged and then sat at the table.
“Lunch. Now, tell me what is wrong. Are you ill?”
“No, Mum. Dean is having an affair.”
Oh, Dean is her husband; they have no children, fortunately, but still, this would mean a huge upheaval in her life.
“Oh, sweetheart. You know for sure?”
“Yes, I have evidence and photographs and stuff. I used a detective. He got me the evidence.”
“Okay, what are you going to do?”
“He is being served the divorce papers today, and I am going for everything; he can fight, but it will cost him, he will lose, and he will pay my costs.”
“No chance of reconciliation?”
“Mum, he is fucking another woman, so, no, there is no chance.”
“Okay. Can I help? What can I do?”
“Can I stay with you for a few days? I had all the locks at home changed this morning, and it is going to get unpleasant, and I don’t want to be there until he calms down.”
“No worries, you can bunk with me. I presume you don’t want to bunk with Mik.”
“No, probably best not,” she laughed. “Are you sure it won’t be too much trouble?”
“No, of course not. Don’t be silly. What about work?”
“They are understanding; they say I can work from my laptop for a while and just take the time I need.”
“Okay. Did you bring a bag of clothes and stuff?”
“Yes, and a small case with my documents in it, you know, house deeds, passport, insurances, that sort of thing. I have cancelled all the joint account cards and frozen them, so he won’t be able to get any of my money.”
Penny was relatively rich. She had won a few million on the lottery before she met Dean. The house was in her name; there had been a prenup agreement, although I don’t know what the details are, but I vaguely remember that if he cheated, he got nothing. I didn’t want to ask her to go into the details; I assumed that was something she wasn’t worried about.
“Let’s put your car in the garage out of sight. I’ll tell Mik not to answer the landline; that should give you some peace of mind.”
Just then, my mobile rang; caller ID said it was Dean. I held my hand up to Penny as if to quiet her.
“Hello Dean, what a surprise. Is Penny okay?” I tried to sound innocent and unknowing.
“I thought she might be at yours.”
“Goodness, I haven’t seen her since the funeral.”
“If you do, can you ring me? Bye.”
“Well, as you can imagine, that was Dean.” I said to Penny, “He was curt and clipped; he did give the impression of an angry man.”
“Yes, Mum, he will be. He was a fool and got caught out.”
“What about you? How do you feel?”
“A bit foolish, Mum. I trusted him and have been let down.”
“Well, we can all get fooled, sweetheart. Any idea why he strayed? I mean, you are beautiful; I presume that you were still being intimate?”
“Oh God, yes, I’m no nun; I like it as much as anyone, so no idea. His head was turned; she is younger; I don’t know. Sod him.”
“Okay. Look, do you want to go and have a shower, freshen up, get changed, that sort of thing? May just make you feel a little bit better.”
“Okay, Mum, yes, I will if you don’t mind.”
Well, that was a turn-up for the books. I had only met Dean a few times and had made no opinion on him; after all, what does it matter what I think? Paul, her dad, wasn’t that keen but was happy enough that Penny had taken sensible precautions. I didn’t ask what they were; Paul’s judgment was sound in my view. So the silly boy had played away with a plain goose when he had the golden goose at home, silly, silly boy. Knowing Penny, she would make him pay big time.
I was sitting in the conservatory sipping a cup of tea; I had cleared away the lunch things, wondering what the next few weeks would bring. The two of us bunking in my bed was doable for a night or two, but long-term? I could take her to the cottage, I supposed, but the truth is that I liked to keep that as my refuge. I didn’t like to keep taking people there; I was perhaps becoming possessive of Elvina and Fay.
For dinner, I cooked us some mince and fries. It would do; it was simple, uncomplicated, and tasty. Mik disappeared to his room and, I guessed, played his video games; Penny and I sat in the living room drinking Pinot Grigio and nibbling at unsalted nuts. It seems that even without the prenup, he would get little. He hadn’t contributed any to the running costs; the prenup said it was all hers anyway, and there were some riders about if she ended things, he got something, but if it was because of his unacceptable behaviour, such as cheating, then he got nothing.
I didn’t take in the details; I just knew that she would be okay. He had tried phoning her several times and had left messages, mostly along the lines of ‘I’m sorry; let me explain.’ Penny just deleted them. She sent him one message: ‘Talk only to my solicitor.’ She was hard, and I suspect he was more of a toy than a lover. She didn’t seem emotionally upset about it at all. Perhaps she had been tiring of him. Although of a similar age, I think he was just a little less mature than Penny. Several glasses of wine later, we headed up. Mik’s light was still on; I guessed he had either gone to sleep or was engrossed in killing aliens or whatever it is he does on his video game.
Penny was in the ensuite, so I readied the bed, folding the quilt back on each side, putting my phone on its charger on my bedside table, and stripping. Penny came out of the bathroom wearing some form of nightie. I just wandered past her naked into the ensuite. I used the loo, washed off my makeup, cleaned my teeth, and then headed back to the room. Penny was already in bed; I simply bade her goodnight and got into the bed. I usually sleep on my side, so with one pillow between my knees and another under my head, eye mask on, and light off, I relaxed. I started dreaming about the cottage and, oddly, the shepherd’s hut. In my dream, it was bigger inside and had a wonderfully large double bed with a number of cavorting faeries enticing me over.
Surreal and odd enough that my brain was telling me, asleep, that I was dreaming. Very strange. I was half aware of an arm around my shoulder; I mentally shrugged and gave in to the faeries’ demands. “I am Umber,” one of the faeries said, “and I want to taste you.”
“Knock yourself out,” I replied as she went down on me, her impossible tongue penetrating me to my base. I was being shagged by an imaginary tongue in my almost-dream whilst being fondled by my daughter-in-law. The night went on in a similar vein, interrupted when I needed the loo at around three am, unpeeling myself from Penny and then managing to get myself back into the bed; however, the faeries had now gone, and Jacob was striding up the track to the cottage.
When morning came, it felt as if I hadn’t slept at all. I got out of bed and almost fell into the shower. Oh, that was so much better, the soft droplets helping awaken me as they played across my body. Suitably cleaned and dry, I went into the bedroom, put a bra on, and slipped a sundress on over my shoulders. Penny was lying in bed watching.
“Don’t you wear underwear?” She asked.
“No, not usually; I prefer a fresh fanny feel.”
“Oh.”
“Perhaps you might try it; I personally find it a much better feeling.”
“But what if someone sees?”
“What are they going to do? Nothing; just stop worrying about what other people think and do what is right for you. Breakfast?”
“Please.”
“Okay. Bacon and eggs okay?”
“Perfect.”
As we sat at the table eating our bacon and eggs and drinking our tea, Penny had another question.
“Don’t you worry if Mik sees your fanny?”
“No, why should I? He’s an adult; he has had girlfriends; he knows what women look like. Such things are not taboo in this house. If he sees me naked, then it is no big thing.”
“Wow.”
“Seriously, it only becomes a thing if you let it. He is mature enough not to get silly or the giggles when he sees me wander around naked, which, by the way, only happens upstairs. I wear a dress or a robe downstairs. He wanders around naked upstairs too, so if you see your brother naked whilst you are here, be a big girl about it; he is your bro, and he has a dick, just like every other man that you see.”
She looked at me oddly, and then I saw her shrug, and she smiled. “Cool,” she said, “when in Rome, perhaps.”
At that moment, I made a decision. “I have a cottage,” I said, “Out in the dales, we could go there, and no way Dean could find you there. It has internet and a signal, so you could keep in touch with work, etc., if you wanted. If he suspects that you are here, he won’t know about there and so won’t be able to find you. Your car would be hidden in the garage here, or you could take it to the cottage.”
“Let’s do it, then perhaps I can finally relax.”
“I just want to say one thing about the cottage: the rules are different. It is two miles from the nearest road and isolated.”
“What rules?”
“Clothes, nudity is acceptable everywhere, including outside.”
“Do I have to?”
“Hell no, but I shall.”
I went into the kitchen and started putting together the food we would need for a few days and then went up to pack myself a few clothes. I popped my head around Mik’s door.
“Baby, we are going to the cottage for a few days; you can come or stay, entirely your choice.”
He didn’t answer straight away, “Mum,” he said, “I’ll stay here this time, but when you come back here, I will go with you next time you go. I am talking to Lesley, I used to go to school with, and well, she has grown up a bit, if you know what I mean, and I don’t want that prospect to go cold, if you know what I mean.”
I laughed out loud and smiled at him and left him too it. Taking my stuff downstairs to go in the car, I suggested to Penny that she just put all her stuff back in her suitcase and take the lot. She agreed and said we might as well go in one car.
On the way to the cottage, she took a call from the solicitor. There were some comments from her, and then she said:
“Tell him if he agrees and moves away by the end of the week, I shall pay his costs. At some point next week, I shall pack all his belongings and get them shipped to an address he chooses. His choice.”
I thought she was playing hardball, and she has the money to do so, too. I didn’t know the full story, but it sounded like she had the right on her side. I couldn’t imagine a mitigating circumstance that would allow him to go and shag another woman and get away with it.
We turned into the track to the cottage and went slowly along until we arrived, and I reversed to stop at the side.
“Come on, Penny, let’s get our stuff in, get the kettle on, and relax. We can think about lunch later.” We unloaded the car, and Penny put her case in the second bedroom. I put the food away and then took my clothes upstairs, putting them in the wardrobe or drawers. I guessed most of them would stay there.
Back downstairs, the kettle had boiled, and I made some tea.
“Do you want to try something new?” I asked her.
“Like what?” She replied.
I smiled and took my dress off. “Sitting naked in the garden by the beck, sipping tea. It is liberating.” I picked up my tea and headed outside, only wearing sliders. I sat and looked across the beck; the few clouds were floating free in a blue sky, the beck was babbling, and there was a hawk somewhere screeching. Why did they always announce themselves to their prey, I wondered.
Penny came out and joined me, and she was naked. I smiled.
“This is mad,” she said.
“Oh, no, no, it isn’t. No one will see us, and if they did, so what? This is all private property, no footpaths or rights of way, or any reason for anyone to come up here. Sign at the end of the track says, ‘Private No Right of Way’. We are fine.”
“Still, it is not usual to be naked; it feels almost bohemian.”
I just smiled and sipped my tea, still too hot. I would wait until we had drunk our tea before I saw if the girls were around.
Penny took a call from her solicitor; Dean had apparently agreed. “I’ll make him wait a while,” she said, “let him stew.”
I sat back and looked across the beck to the rolling hills beyond, the hawk still announcing his presence to his prey, and some sheep in the distance grazing. I looked across at Penny.
“How are you feeling?”
“Good, actually, yes, good. A chapter has closed, and now on to the next one, I think.”
“So, you are at peace, no nervousness, anything like that?”
“No, none at all.”
“Good. I have a surprise for you.”
“Oh?”
“Fay, Elvina, good morning. I would like you to meet my daughter, Penny.”
Penny looked at me, perhaps expecting a couple of rabbits to hop across. No. There was a shimmer in the air, a hint of ozone perhaps, and Penny looked quizzically at me. I just smiled.
Fay and Elvina appeared and started flying around. Penny’s face was a picture.
“This is a trick, a projector or something?” She gasped.
I said nothing and held my hands out. Fay flew to me and kissed me, and we started flying through the air, our bodies entwined, kissing and fondling. I caught a glimpse of Penny; she was floating with Elvina, slowly rotating, kissing, and Elvina had her hand between Penny’s legs. No worries, I left them to it.
My hand went down and stroked Fay between her legs, my finger parting her lips and seeking her nubbin. A press here and a stroke there, and Fay was squealing and giggling in delight. There was a shimmer; I blinked, and I was lying on velvet grass, a faery licking my clitoris, her fingers deep inside me. I was gasping, and then another faery fanny settled on my face. I licked and tasted her euphoric juices as they smeared across my lips.
Umber, I guessed from my dream last night that it had perhaps not been as much of a dream as I thought. I could hear Penny gasping and groaning next to me, but I could pay her no attention; my pressures were building, and I knew my moment was close. My tongue was deep in Umber’s fanny as it could go; her juices covered me, and my eruption exploded through me, pleasures cascading all through my body, tingles shooting to my toes, my fingers, and my nipples. My breath left in a huge scream as my orgasm arrived like a racing horse across a finish line. I lay gasping, my chest heaving as I struggled to regain my breath.
It went dark and then light, and I was back sitting in my chair, my chest still heaving, Penny beside me, her eyes staring, her mouth gulping.
“What the actual fuck?” She asked between gasps.
Shakily, I stood up, my empty tea mug in my hand. “Let’s go in,” I said.
I put my mug on the table and almost fell onto the sofa in the sitting room. Penny fell next to me, the sofa almost bouncing as she landed.
“You drugged my tea.” She stated.
“No.”
“What the hell was that then?”
“Was it good?”
“Was it good? It was too fucking good; it was unbelievable.”
“So, does it matter what it was?”
“Yes.”
I just shrugged. “I am going to shower.”
I got up, made my way carefully upstairs, and into the bathroom, and turned the shower on. I just stood under the cascading water for a moment, and then, squirting gel onto my hand, I lathered and then rinsed. As…
