Web of Desire (13 page)

‘There,’ Jackie breathed. ‘That’s how a girl should be taken to orgasm.’

‘Amazing,’ Mandy gasped shakily. ‘That was … God, that was amazing.’

‘I thought you’d like it. No man will ever be able to do that for you. Only a girl knows …’

‘How to pleasure another girl.’

‘That’s right. This is only the beginning of our relationship.’ Climbing to her feet, Jackie grabbed her clothes. ‘I can teach you so much more, Mandy. There’s so much pleasure we can bring each other, so much we have to share.’

‘I feel dizzy,’ Mandy gasped. ‘God, I feel …’

‘Relax, and you’ll soon feel better than ever. The longer a girl has to wait, the bigger her orgasm will be. You can try it when you masturbate. Take yourself to the edge of your climax, and hold yourself there for as long as you can. When you come, it will be fantastic.’

Finally opening her eyes and looking around the room, Mandy wondered where the younger girl had gone. As if waking from a dream, she wondered whether Jackie had been real. Looking down between her pussy-wet thighs at the gaping crack of her vulva, she realised that she’d soaked the armchair cushion with her juices of orgasm. Had Jackie been real? Or was she an apparition, an angel?

Hauling her trembling body out of the chair, she finally came to her senses and remembered that David was calling round that evening. Why hadn’t he phoned? she wondered. Slipping her wet panties up her long legs and concealing the inflamed lips of her vagina, she flopped onto the sofa and lay with a cushion beneath her head. David should have phoned, she reflected. Had he given up on her? Had he called round and seen her though the lounge window? Drifting off into a deep sleep, Mandy didn’t hear the phone ringing.

Six

MANDY WOKE ON
the sofa to find the sun streaming in through the lounge window. Her back aching, her thighs glued together with starched pussy milk, she clambered to her feet and glanced at her watch. Eight-thirty. Unable to believe that she’d slept for so long, she climbed the stairs and stepped into the shower. The events of the previous evening filtered into her mind as she washed the girl juice from her sex crack and inner thighs and she decided not to indulge in lesbian sex again. She was neglecting her web-design business and travelling along the road to what she believed would be her inevitable downfall.

‘I don’t want to become a bisexual whore,’ she breathed as she went into her bedroom and brushed her long dark hair. ‘One man,’ she muttered as she dressed in a miniskirt and blouse. ‘One man, one relationship.’ David was the one, she mused as the phone rang. He was good company, he knew how to treat a girl and …

‘It’s me,’ Paula announced as Mandy grabbed the bedside phone.

‘Hello, me,’ Mandy quipped. ‘How are things?’

‘Couldn’t be better. I have a photo shoot this morning.’

‘A photo shoot? What do you mean?’

‘I’m into modelling. Didn’t I tell you?’

‘No, no, you didn’t,’ Mandy replied, wondering whether to believe her. ‘So, you’re a model?’

‘I do a bit here and there. It’s more of a hobby than anything else.’

‘Sounds interesting,’ Mandy said, stretching the phone lead as she tossed her hairbrush onto the dressing table. ‘What sort of modelling is it?’

‘Nude, of course. The money is excellent – not that I need the money.’

‘No, I suppose not. By the way, I got the money from Jackie. Thanks for that.’

‘Oh, yes. She’s a little angel, don’t you think?’

‘She’s an attractive girl, yes.’

‘Did she come on to you?’

‘No, of course not,’ Mandy lied. ‘All she did was give me the money.’

‘Oh, I see. Didn’t you fancy her?’

‘No, not really. She’s not my type. So, how are your men friends?’

‘I went out last night with this really dishy man. God, Mandy, he was good in bed.’

‘Take him to the wine bar this evening,’ Mandy suggested. ‘I’ll bring Gary along and we’ll make up a foursome.’

‘OK, I’ll do that,’ Paula agreed, much to Mandy’s surprise. ‘About seven?’

‘Seven will be fine. I’ll ring Gary and tell him.’

‘That’s great. So, Jackie didn’t stay for long?’

‘She came in for a while and we chatted.’

‘What about?’

‘Well, nothing, really.’

‘Mandy, are you keeping something from me?’

‘No, of course not. Jackie and I chatted about this and that, and then she went.’

‘Will you be seeing her again?’

‘No – why should I? I mean, she only came round to give me the money. I have no reason to see her again.’

‘No, I suppose not. OK, I’ll see you this evening.’

‘Don’t be late, Paula. I’m looking forward to meeting your new man.’

‘I won’t be late. Bye.’

Mandy frowned as she replaced the receiver and sat on the edge of her bed. Either Paula was lying or Jackie had got it all wrong, she reckoned. Paula didn’t seem to be short of men, and she certainly didn’t come across as lonely. Paula was Jackie’s boss, and it was unlikely that she’d tell the teenage girl about her private life. Jackie had somehow come to the wrong conclusion, Mandy reflected. She knew that Paula worked hard and probably thought that she didn’t have time for socialising and meeting men.

Ringing Gary’s office, Mandy bit her lip as she arranged to meet him at the wine bar. She’d decided to stick to one man, to David, but was now going to see Gary. Still, as far as she was aware, David hadn’t contacted her. If he couldn’t be bothered to ring her, then she wouldn’t bother with him, she decided. Gary was over the moon and talked about going back to Mandy’s place for coffee afterwards. It seemed that his wife would be out late, giving him a little freedom. Mandy agreed, and then went downstairs to check her emails.

‘Shit,’ she breathed, reading an email that had arrived the previous day. A representative from the large plastics company wanted to call round to see her that afternoon to discuss the web-site design. Mandy replied, giving her address and apologising for the delay in getting back to them. Within minutes, another email arrived. Jack Carforth, a company director, would be at Mandy’s place at three o’clock.
‘Shit,’
Mandy muttered again. ‘What shall I wear? What will he think of this dump?’

Having paced the lounge floor for several hours, Mandy almost jumped out of her skin when the doorbell rang. Opening the door, she gazed at the man and stammered as she invited him in. Jack Carforth was in his fifties and had greying hair, but he was not bad-looking. Leading him into the dining room, Mandy offered him a seat and asked him whether he’d like tea or coffee. Placing his briefcase on the desk, he said he wanted neither. Tall and wearing a suit, white shirt and tie, he looked rather foreboding. As he pulled his chair up to the desk Mandy switched her computer on, hoping that she wasn’t going to make a mess of the meeting.

‘Relax,’ he said, with a chuckle. ‘Your hands are trembling.’

‘I
am
a little nervous,’ she confessed.

‘Don’t be. We’ve accepted your quote, and I’m only here to go through one or two things.’ Opening his briefcase, Carforth showed Mandy some rough designs. ‘This is the sort of thing we’re after,’ he said, placing a sheet of A4 on the desk. ‘Company logo at the top, and then this blurb about the things we do, and the links to the other web pages down the side.’

‘OK, that’s fine,’ Mandy said, studying the paper. ‘I’ll need a list of all the pages you want, and the content.’

‘I’ve got each page drawn up,’ he said, taking a wad of paper from his case. ‘We’ve bought a domain name, and the FTP details are listed here. I know nothing about FTP or domains. That’s your department.’

‘No problem. Well, I can start on this straight away.’

‘Good. Now that’s over, I think I will have a coffee.’

‘Er … I’ll need to know the colour scheme and …’

‘I’ll leave that to you,’ Carforth cut in. ‘My fellow directors and I have some ideas, but we want to see what you come up with.’

‘OK, I’ll get the site up and running and you can check it out before we go live. Anything you’re not happy with can be changed, of course.’

‘We want to leave it all to you, Mandy. It’s OK to call you Mandy?’

‘Yes, of course.’

‘Good. I’m Jack. Now, how about that coffee?’

Mandy brought up one or two points over coffee and was amazed when Jack pulled a chequebook from his briefcase and asked her how much she wanted up front. Agreeing to half the total cost, he wrote the cheque and indicated that he might have further work for her. The company was expanding, and another web site might be in the pipeline. Mandy was over the moon as she gazed at the cheque, but did her best not to show it. One thing was certain – with all this work to do, there’d be very little time for sex. During the day, at least.

Finally seeing him out, she closed the door and punched the air with her fist. ‘Yes,’ she cried. ‘Yes, fucking yes.’ This was a completely different ball game, she knew as she recalled the landscape gardener’s web site. Gardeners, plumbers … This was a massive company with huge amounts of cash floating around. If they did want another web site, she’d be well on the way to success, she thought happily. And to have such a huge and respected company in her portfolio was bound to open other doors.

Too excited to eat, Mandy applied her make-up and brushed her long dark hair before leaving the flat and walking to the wine bar. What if Gary didn’t turn up? she wondered anxiously. To spend the evening
with
Paula and her new man would be awkward without Gary there. Smiling as she walked into the bar and noticed Gary ordering a drink, she breathed a sigh of relief.

‘I thought you might not turn up,’ she said, joining him at the bar.

‘I’ll always turn up for you,’ he said, chuckling. ‘Vodka and tonic?’

‘Please.’

‘So, these friends of yours. Have you known them long?’

‘I’ve known Paula since I was at school,’ Mandy replied as he ordered her drink. ‘I haven’t met her boyfriend, though. If it gets boring, we can leave them here and go back to my place.’

‘OK,’ Gary said, taking the drinks from the bar and leading her to a table. ‘I was wondering whether you’d set something up, like you did the other night.’

‘Set something up?’ she echoed, sitting next to him at the table.

‘That bloke who came round and caught us …’

‘Oh, no, no. It’s nothing like that, I promise you.’

Mandy revealed her doubts about Paula and explained the game of one-upmanship she’d been playing. She liked the way that Gary listened intently, taking an interest rather than just nodding appropriately. It was a shame that he was married. There again, she didn’t want to be tied down to one man. Her thoughts turning to David, she knew that she was confused. David was kind and considerate and …

‘Hi,’ Paula said as she breezed into the bar with a good-looking man in tow. ‘This is Henry.’

‘Hi, people,’ Henry said, his face beaming as he gazed down the front of Mandy’s loose-fitting blouse. ‘Drinks all round?’

The introductions over, Henry went up to the bar and ordered the drinks as Paula sat opposite Gary. Henry seemed all right, Mandy thought. In his thirties with dark hair, he was wearing an open-neck blue shirt and dark trousers. He was probably loaded, Mandy decided as Paula chatted to Gary. Loaded, and good in bed. Placing the drinks on the table and sitting opposite Mandy, he stared again at her blouse and smiled.

‘Paula’s told me all about you,’ he said.

‘Nothing bad, I hope?’ Mandy replied.

‘I didn’t tell him that you’re bisexual,’ Paula said, grinning at Mandy.

‘Bisexual?’ Gary echoed.

‘Of course I’m not,’ Mandy returned, forcing a giggle. Wishing she’d eaten before going out, she downed her second vodka and knew that the alcohol was going to her head. ‘I’m only into cocks,’ she said, immediately wishing that she hadn’t.

‘That’s a shame,’ Gary rejoined. ‘I’ve always wanted to watch two girls getting it off together.’

The conversation, mainly dominated by Paula, centred on lesbian sex. Mandy was beyond caring as Gary bought the next round of drinks. It was nice to relax and let go for a change, she thought, throwing in the odd lewd remark. She knew that it was Henry’s foot brushing her leg beneath the table. Winking at her, gazing at her blouse, he obviously fancied her. Mandy was flattered, but he was Paula’s man and there was no way she’d get involved with him.

Paula left the table as her mobile phone rang. Wandering over to a quiet corner, her face set in a frown, she didn’t seem at all happy. Reckoning that it was something to do with work, Mandy turned down Henry’s offer of another drink. Dizzy on alcohol, she decided that it was time to go home.
Gary
was ready to leave and, when Paula announced that she had to go and deal with some business, Henry offered to walk with her.

‘No,’ Paula murmured. ‘I’ll see you tomorrow. Sorry about this,’ she said, smiling at Mandy. ‘I’ll ring you, OK?’

‘OK,’ Mandy said. ‘We’re about to go anyway.’

‘Then there were three,’ Gary said as Paula left the bar.

‘It was nice meeting you both,’ Henry said. ‘I hope we can do this again soon.’

‘Come back for coffee, if you like,’ Mandy suggested.

‘Well, if you’re sure?’

‘Of course I’m sure. That’s OK, isn’t it, Gary?’

‘Yes, that’s fine.’

Walking home with two men in tow, Mandy couldn’t help thinking of the possibility that she might enjoy two cocks. Recalling Gary’s comments when he’d been at her flat, she knew that he’d be up for it. But would Henry want to share a girl with another man? Reaching her flat, Mandy knew that her decision to stick with one man was a non-starter. The game of one-upmanship with Paula was over, but she’d been pondering for some time on the idea of two men using her. Deciding to play it by ear as Gary and Henry settled on the sofa, she made the coffees and joined them in the lounge.

‘It’s a shame Paula was called away,’ she said, sitting in the armchair.

‘I’m rather pleased,’ Henry said, grinning at Mandy.

‘Why’s that?’

‘Gary was just saying that it’s great to be here with a beautiful young woman.’

‘Was he, now?’