Free Smut: Stories by Alan Bennett Page A

arm round the boy in the process dislodging the sheet altogether.
    ‘Whoops,’ said Ollie and quickly clapped his hand over his crotch and then laughed.
    ‘I don’t know why I bothered to do that,’ he said, ‘in the circumstances,’ and took his hand away.
    Mrs Donaldson smiled and tried not to take too much interest though registering he was more excited than he had let it appear.
    ‘Your turn,’ he said to the girl and unwound her from the sheet while she hid her face in his chest as he stroked her back saying, ‘Easy, lovely. Easy.’
    ‘Are you sure this is all right?’ said Mrs Donaldson.
    He nodded reassuringly and began fondling Geraldine with more purpose, kissing her shoulders and running his hands down her back to her bum.
    ‘You don’t mind if we just get on with it?’
    Mrs Donaldson shook her head, he gave her a thumbs-up sign and applied himself to the girl.
    ‘This is what she likes,’ Ollie said.
    ‘No, I don’t.’
    ‘You did yesterday.’
    ‘She doesn’t want a running commentary.’
    ‘Maybe she does,’ said Ollie. ‘Do you want a running commentary because I’m just about to slip my hand between my girlfriend’s legs.’
    She screamed, though Mrs Donaldson was relieved that it was with laughter.
    Whereas Laura had flashed Mrs Donaldson the occasional smile and even winked at her over Andy’s shoulder Geraldine, sternly and wholly absorbed with the job in hand, seemed in no mood for such incidental pleasantries. She never once even looked at the older woman and had Ollie not made up for it Mrs Donaldson might have felt a touch unwanted. But Ollie made every effort to row her into the proceedings, politely pushing Geraldine’s knee down, for instance, so that the onlooker should have a better view of the action. And when he had Geraldine kneeling on all fours he leaned across and gave her hand a little squeeze saying to no one in particular, ‘I really like this.’
    The end when it rather lengthily came was less lighthearted with Ollie grim-faced and purposeful and Geraldine shaken by great shuddering sobs and the long despairing wail Mrs Donaldson had heard occasionally through the wall.
    The action over, Geraldine went straight off to the bathroom as Ollie lay on the bed.
    ‘I’m sorry,’ he said. ‘We should have had a pill first and she’d have been more relaxed. How was it for you?’ And he grinned.
    ‘It was nice,’ said Mrs Donaldson, politely. ‘I enjoyed it. Thank you very much.’
    ‘I’m not sure it was value for money,’ the young man said. ‘I’d have liked a touch more abandon. Which there would be normally you know, one to one?’
    ‘It’s understandable,’ said Mrs Donaldson.
    He pulled the sheet back over him.
    ‘How did it compare with Andy and Laura?’
    ‘I think,’ said Mrs Donaldson, ‘that they’d done it before. Had somebody there, I mean.’
    ‘Yeah? This is a first for us, as you could probably tell. Were we a bit awkward?’
    ‘Oh no,’ said Mrs Donaldson, ‘that was what was refreshing about it. It was…genuine.’
    ‘And what about Andy? How does it compare? You know, the thing itself?’
    ‘Oh, I think they’re much of a muchness,’ she said untruthfully. And then she heard herself saying, ‘I’d have to see them side by side.’
    ‘Steady on.’
    At which point Geraldine opportunely returned from the bathroom and Mrs Donaldson said good-night, going back to her bedroom feeling rather pleased that she had managed to be a bit cheeky.
    That apart, though, she didn’t feel the session had been a success or quite the adventure she had been hoping for. Maybe the encounters were losing their novelty.
    Waking in the small hours she thought she heard the girl crying.
     
     
    A FEW (UNEVENTFUL) WEEKS LATER Mrs Donaldson had a morning session. She was now working virtually full time, though having gone through the repertory of symptoms and situations, her homework at least was less burdensome than it had once been and she