Free Topspin by W. Soliman Page A

wearing off, and instead she was reliving the feel of Rod and Paul taking her together. Forcing themselves into her, driving her wild as they brought her to the brink, and then stopping to make her beg them for it. Stopping again and making her talk about her relationship with Joe, forcing her to admit that she wanted them to violate her. Just recalling the incident was arousing her and, fingers working frantically beneath the water, it took mere seconds to bring herself to a noisy climax.
    Calm again, Claire continued to ponder her difficulty and was so immersed in thought she didn’t hear the front door open. Nor did she hear footsteps pounding up the stairs and approaching the bathroom. She cried out in alarm when the door was flung open.
    “It’s okay, Mum, it’s only me. I didn’t mean to startle you.”
    “Chris!” She breathed a sigh of relief. For one guilt-stricken moment she thought Joe had come home unexpectedly. “What brings you home so early, darling?”
    She relaxed and quickly sunk her shoulders beneath the bubbles, before her son could see the red wheals and bite marks on the upper side of her breasts. She hoped he hadn’t been in the house long enough to hear her cries as she brought herself off. Theirs had always been an open-door sort of house. Chris was used to seeing both of his parents in the buff and thought it perfectly natural to walk into his mother’s bathroom without knocking first. But they’d both be hugely embarrassed if he’d overheard her masturbating.
    Claire loved that Chris still wanted to tell her everything that happened to him during his day, running his problems past her and asking for her advice. She could see at a glance that he had something on his mind which was likely to take a while to explain. Chris, like his father, didn’t care to be rushed, and it would look odd if she let him ramble on but stayed in the bath when the water had cooled. What to do?
    “Oh, there wasn’t any tennis today. Just that new coach giving us all a pep talk.” He shrugged shoulders that appeared to be getting broader by the day. “I got bored.”
    “You didn’t like him?”
    “He’s all right, I suppose. Pretty cool, really.”
    “Then what?”
    “Mum.” Chris sat on the closed toilet seat and settled in for the long heart-to-heart that Claire was desperate, for once, to avoid. “Can I ask you a personal question?”
    “Of course you can, darling.”
    “Well, how do you know if someone fancies you?”
    Claire almost laughed with relief. Her handsome son’s face was so serious, she’d been worried for a moment that he might have got wind of her afternoon’s activities.
    “Oh, that’s easy. All the signs will be there if you know what to look for. The expressive stares, the excuses made to get close to you, opportunities created to make conversation, to accidentally touch. Besides, if the attraction’s mutual you’ll feel it instinctively somewhere deep inside.”
    “But what if I don’t?”
    “Chris, have you had a girlfriend yet? You haven’t mentioned anyone or brought anyone home.”
    He blushed. “Not really. No one special, anyway.”
    “Then if you like someone, just ask her out and have some fun. You work too hard trying to please your father with your grades, which is good, but you’re only young once and shouldn’t waste opportunities to enjoy yourself.”
    Chris shifted uncomfortably. His face was a study in awkwardness, causing Claire to forget her own concerns and concentrate her whole attention on her son.
    He bowed his head and addressed his remarks to the floor. “Sheba. I really like her and I thought she liked me. She said we’d play doubles together today, but when I got to the club she wasn’t even there.” His expression darkened. “She hasn’t even sent a message to say why she couldn’t come. It’s like she’s forgotten all about it and I was really looking forward to it. Had been all day.”
    Claire almost smiled. How like his