Student Support Ch. 02

Chapter 2 – Liz, Autumn

I found out more about Liz's problems a couple of days later. The rest of Charlie's visit was fun, we went to see a movie together and then had some dinner, and funnily enough I felt closer to her than I'd felt for some time. It was as if being apart had made us appreciate each other that much more.

She left on Monday morning. I got a text from Maggie saying she had to spend time with her parents that evening, but she'd see me on Tuesday when I got home. I spent most of Monday and Tuesday in a state of aroused anticipation. I was following orders, I wasn't falling in love with her, but I was desperate to see her again, to hold her, to strip her naked, and, yes, to get her back into bed.

I left work early on the Tuesday – they'd had enough unpaid overtime from me recently – and was home by five. I thought I'd indulge in a long shower first and enjoy the anticipation of her arrival, but when I arrived home there was a note on the door.

"Bedroom. ASAP. xxx"

I took the stairs two at a time. She was lying on my bed wearing nothing but one of my old shirts. She looked at me in pretend horror.

"Rats," she said. "I was really hoping to fuck the UPS guy."

I said nothing but began to undress.

"Ooh, the silent type. I like it."

I just looked at her. My shirt was off now and I unbuckled my trousers and slid them off.

"Well, hello there," she said, looking at my crotch. "What an interesting package you have for me."

I stripped off my remaining clothes and walked around to the side of the bed. I had discovered over the previous weeks that Maggie enjoyed occasionally being bossed around in the bedroom – nothing submissive, just letting the man take the lead.

"Suck me," I said.

She swung herself around and sat on the edge of the bed. Then she lowered her head and took me in her mouth. It was warm and welcoming and I sighed aloud in pleasure. I began to rock slowly back and forth.

"I'm going to fuck your mouth," I said. She murmured her agreement.

I reached down and placed a hand on the back of her head. Then I began to increase the rhythm, sliding my cock in a little deeper each time, careful not to choke her but sliding as much of my length into her mouth as I could.

"Turn around," I said. "I'm going to fuck you from behind."

She stopped and did as she was told. I reached down and stroked her slit. She was wet, and I slid a finger in to tease her for a few seconds. Then I took my cock in my hand and ran the tip up and down her pussy lips, covering it with her moistness.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" I asked.

"Yes," she sighed. "Fuck me."

"Say please."

"Please fuck me. God, please fuck me."

I slid my cock into her and she gasped. I was being deliberately rough with her, another thing I'd come to learn she occasionally liked. Later I could be tender with her, but for now I was being the brutal lover. I pumped away hard at her, no pretence at finesse or delicacy, just hard, animal fucking.

"Oh god, yes, that's so good..."

"You like being fucked?"

"God, yes, I love it."

"I've been thinking about fucking you all day," I told her. "I couldn't wait to get my cock back inside you."

"God yes, I wanted you too."

"Such a nice tight little cunt you have."

"Your cock fits me so perfectly."

She was really getting into this dirty talk. She lowered herself down onto the bed and I lay on top of her along her back, pinning her down, still deep inside her, thrusting into her.

"I'm going to fucking come soon..."

"Don't come," I ordered. "Don't you dare fucking come before I do." This was a game we also played.

"I can't help it... Jesus!"

I fucked her even more savagely, ramming myself into her right up to my balls.

"I'm coming, I'm sorry, I'm coming so much!"

I felt her cunt tighten around me as her orgasm began. I slowed my pace to let her luxuriate in it, dropping down to a slower, softer pace for a minute or two as she gasped her pleasure.

"Keep fucking me," she said, as her breathing recovered. "Don't ever stop."

I upped the pace again.

"I want to see you... let me see you."

I withdrew, she turned herself over and moved back on the bed, and I stretched out on top of her, supporting myself on my elbows. She wrapped her arms around me. My cock dropped comfortably back into position at the mouth of her pussy, and I pushed myself back into her. Even in those few seconds her pussy had contracted and she moaned again as it was stretched out once more.

"Now come in me," she said. "Fuck me and come in me."

I began to thrust deeply into her, encouraged by her sighs and the gentle scratchings of her nails across my back.

"Yes," she said. "Like that."

Our mouths found each other and we kissed deeply and passionately. The friction around my cock from her tight cunt was almost unbearable now. I had often prided myself on being able to last a long time but this wasn't going to be one of those occasions.

"Oh Jesus," I said. "I'm going to come."

"Yes, you'd fucking better, I need your come in me, fuck me, fuck me harder..."

And I did, crying out as I unleashed what felt like a barrage of come into her gorgeous welcoming cunt.

"Yes oh yes, thank you, that's what I needed," she whispered, pulling me even closer to her. "I love it when you come in my pussy."

The room swam for a while with the intensity of my orgasm. When I was able to focus again I found her looking at me with an amused, contented expression on her face.

"There's nothing better in the world," she said, "than being able to make the man you love come like a train."

She must have noticed something flickering across my face at that.

"I love you," she said. "Of course I do. But I'm not in love with you, so don't worry."

"Right," I said. "Well, I love you too."

"I know," she said, smugly.

I rolled off her, despite her grumbled protests. My elbows were complaining and I loved the post sex spooning we did. I lay on my side and rolled her backwards into my arms, her pert backside nestling on my thighs.

"I missed you," I said.

"I missed you too," she said. "More than you should probably know. You'll get a big head."

"I think I'm feeling pretty big headed already," I said, quite truthfully. "I get to go to bed with one of the most beautiful girls I've ever seen in my life and she seems to quite enjoy it."

"You noticed that?"

"There were some little noises you made that gave it away."

"What, like when I yell I'M COMING JESUS FUCK I'M COMING at the top of my voice?"

"That is one of the clues, yes."

She giggled and sighed happily. We lay there like that for a few minutes.

Then she spoke again.

"I meant it when I said I love you. And I know you love me too. But... you know this doesn't have to be... exclusive, right?"

My heart sank. I wasn't sure what to say.

"You have... a boyfriend?"

I was sad at the thought but also understanding. She should have somebody nearer her own age, of course she should.

"No, silly, of course, I don't!"

"Oh," I said, confused.

She turned around in my arms and lay facing me, her big eyes looking into mine. I eyed her suspiciously.

"Now, don't freak out about this," she said.

In my experience whenever that had been said to me, freaking out was almost inevitable.

"I really, really think you should take Liz to bed."

**

I've not said much about Liz so far, other than some basic facts and that of all my daughter's friends, Liz was the one I was fondest of. Maggie was confident and gorgeous and outgoing and I'd always secretly fantasised about her. Also, the first part of this story was all about Maggie, that was where it all started, so it is right she should have centre stage.

But Liz was the one I felt the most affinity with. She was more like me, personality wise, shy with strangers, studious, more of an introvert. When Charlie was younger I'd often spotted Liz hanging around the periphery of the parties and the social gatherings, and I'd made special efforts to talk to her and involve her because I remembered being the same at her age. More than once we'd sat on the stairs together discussing something like astronomy or space travel while the others ran around us, shrieking and giggling. As she'd got older her shyness had faded slightly, and I think Maggie and Charlie deserve a lot of the credit for that. Academically, Liz was the natural leader of the group, but in nearly all other spheres she was diffident and nervous. The other two made sure she was never left out, they always looked out for her, and gradually a slightly more confident Liz had emerged.

"It's just boys," said Maggie, as she lay there in my arms. "And this whole sex thing. She's scared of it."

"That's quite normal," I said. "She'll find the right person when she's ready. There's no rush."

"But you're the right person," said Maggie. "I should have seen it before."

"Maggie, I really don't think..."

"Just shush for a minute."

I shushed.

"Liz knows all about us, OK? And she's fine with it... but she's been asking a lot of questions, too? She's fascinated. She can't quite believe it when I tell her how amazingly great it is."

Part of me was delighted at this. Part of me cringed at the thought of such intimate details being discussed so candidly.

"The thing is... she's actually quite scared of..." Maggie paused, looking embarrassed. This was unusual for her. "She's scared of... things being inside her."

"So she's still a..." It sounded such an old-fashioned word I couldn't bring myself to say it.

"Virgin? Not exactly. She had this one experience – that's part of the problem – about a year ago, with this guy who was totally clueless, and it really hurt her, and she pushed him away and he stormed off and since then she's been too scared to try again."

"Poor Liz," I said, quite sincerely. "I'm afraid most of us guys are clueless when we start."

"Well, I bet you were polite and thoughtful and gentle, at least. Anyway, Liz is convinced she's never going to have great sex. Or any sex, really. And it's really becoming an obsession with her."

"And you think I'm the one to lead her... to the promised land?"

"Yes!"

"No." I was adamant.

"Come on! You're not going to say you're not tempted? She's lovely!"

"She is," I said. "Totally lovely."

"And she's always been your favourite."

"She has not!" Did I have any secrets from these girls? It appeared not.

"Of course she is. And quite right too. You're so similar. You're perfect for her."

I wasn't really sure where to begin.

"And, er, what about us?"

"Like I said, we're not exclusive. I love Liz, I love you, and I think this is just what she needs."

She gave me a stern look.

"But, she doesn't get an exclusive either. If you don't keep fucking me regularly I'm not going to be responsible for my actions."

"Maggie," I said. "You are totally crazy."

"It's a brilliant idea. You'll see."

"And does Liz get a vote in this? She'd run a mile at the thought of it! And probably tell her parents and then I would have to move town – move country – Christ, I'd probably have to go and live on Mars."

"Nah," she said. "She took a bit of persuading. But mainly because she thought you wouldn't be interested in her. She said that if you already had me, no way you'd be interested in her."

She looked at me slyly. "Poor Liz. You have to help her. You know she's crazy about you."

I closed my eyes. This was becoming a runaway train.

And yes, part of me was delighted at the idea. And part of me, I like to think, really wanted to help. But I can't claim I think I should be knighted for my selflessness.

Maggie kissed me, hard. "You're going to do it," she said. "I can tell."

"I'll think about it," I said. "But you're a mad evil witch who probably should be locked up."

"Probably," she said. She reached down and took hold my cock. "But until they do, and until Liz gets her turn to play, how about sticking this big thing back inside me for a while?"

**

"It's probably best if I sort out the details," said Maggie. "I know you two – you'll be so embarrassed next time you meet up nothing will ever happen."

"I think you've done quite enough already."

"How about you just take her on a date? Yes... I think that would be best. Nowhere too close, of course, not where people might know you, but I think that would work. Take her to a movie."

"I can't go on a date with her! She's – literally – young enough..."

"Yeah, yeah, your daughter... I know. But I think a date would work best. No pressure, just some time together, ease into the whole situation. When's good for you? Friday?"

"Do I get to say anything at all?"

"No, not really." She beamed at me. "So - Friday?"

"Friday," I agreed, grudgingly.

"Great. I'll come over on Thursday then. Make the most of you while I still can, before Liz wears you out."

"I'll try and talk to her," I said. "But I very much doubt Liz and I will actually, well, do anything,"

She looked at me scornfully. "Wanna bet?"

**

On Friday evening I stood outside the cinema that Maggie had told me to be at, about ten minutes before the appointed time. I felt about fourteen years old. Or was it a hundred and fourteen? Anyway, I was on edge. I couldn't see how this could really work. And it felt rather sleazy. And a little exciting, of course.

I paced around, checking my phone every thirty seconds or so, fully expecting to see a message from Maggie or Liz saying it was all off and I could forget all this nonsense and go home.

"Hello." It was Liz's quiet voice. Somehow she'd slipped in quietly and was just a few feet away, looking at me nervously.

"Hi! Liz! Hi!" Suave, smooth. That was me. Just not on this occasion.

"I'm sorry about this," she said. "I know it's stupid."

She was wearing a simple green dress that set off her short blonde hair very well. She'd had her hair styled, it gleamed and shone in a neat bob. She was shorter than Maggie and she seemed particularly small now as she stood looking at me with anxious eyes. She looked both eye-wateringly pretty and achingly vulnerable.

"It's not stupid," I said. "It's... sweet and flattering and you don't need to apologise for anything. But I think Maggie's probably... well, she perhaps got a bit carried away."

"Yes," she said softly. "I know. She really wants to help, but... this probably isn't it."

I nodded slowly. "Liz – I have to say though - you look wonderful."

She shrugged. "Maggie made me do my hair," she said. "I wasn't sure about it... but... I thought I'd try something different."

"It looks great," I said.

We stood there awkwardly for a moment. I looked at her.

"Anyway, we're here now," I said. "How about I buy you some popcorn and some unhealthy sweet drink and we watch the movie and I drive you home? I'd like that."

"You sure? You're not just being nice?"

"I would really love it," I said, realising I actually meant it.

"I'd like it too," she said.

So that's what we did. Armed with popcorn and drinks in containers that could have been registered in Panama, we went through into the auditorium and sat companionably together towards the back.

She arranged the popcorn in the holder between our seats and we dipped absent-mindedly into it over the course of the film. About half-way through I reached out for some and found her hand already there. I was about to withdraw it when something made me wrap my fingers around hers and I gave them a soft squeeze. She unwound her fingers and did the same to me. Then she leaned her head against my shoulder, and we watched the rest of the film like that, just holding hands, the smell of her hair strong in my nostrils. Of all the early memories of those girls, even with everything that followed, that is one of the strongest and the best.

At the end of the film I gently disentangled my fingers as the lights went up and I smiled at her. She smiled back, a more confident smile this time. We walked together back out to my car.

"How did you get here?" I asked. "Bus?"

She shook her head. "Maggie dropped me off."

"Ah," I said. I looked around nervously, only half-joking. "I hope she's not watching us."

"I wouldn't be surprised," said Liz. "She treats me like I'm twelve sometimes."

"Yeah, me too," I said, and was surprised and pleased when she suddenly laughed.

"I'll drive you home," I said. "But best if I drop you off around the corner, OK?"

"Mmm," she said. "I told my mum I'd be at Maggie's."

"OK," I said. "I'll drop you there."

She hesitated. "Thing is, Maggie's going to be mad with me if I go back there. And probably pretty mad with you."

"Are you scared of Maggie?"

She thought. "A bit."

"Yeah, me too," I said, and she giggled again. "OK – how about this? Come home with me, we'll have some coffee or hot chocolate or something, then you can sleep in Charlie's room and we'll invent a story for Maggie tomorrow."

She looked at me doubtfully.

"I promise not to scratch at your door," I said. "I think Charlie has a can of Mace somewhere, if you feel the need for it."

"Yes – it's in her top drawer. I'm not worried about that. I know you'd never do anything like that. It's just... it feels like a lot of hassle for you."

I looked at her. "Liz, I've always enjoyed your company. You know that, I think?"

She thought for a moment, then nodded.

"So keep me company," I said. "And that's all we have to do."

**

At home I made some coffee for me and hot chocolate for her and we chatted easily about her courses and some of the irritations I was dealing with at work. She seemed much more relaxed now, the pressure was off, nothing was going to happen and she was just enjoying being with me. I enjoyed it too, very much. Like I said, she'd always been my favourite, and having her all to myself was a special treat.

Around eleven thirty she yawned suddenly.

"Time for us to go to bed," I said without thinking, and was a little mortified when I saw her suddenly blush.

"I'm sure Charlie's left some pyjamas here," I said quickly. "She has about eight million pairs, as far as I can tell. Go on, you go on up."

Liz just looked at me. "If you're sure? I mean, I could go home?"

"I'll take you home if you'd like," I said. "But you're just as welcome to stay here. I'll even make you some pancakes in the morning."

She nodded, seemed to decide something inside herself, then got up and walked slowly towards the stairs.

"Thank you," she called back quietly. "Good night."

"Good night Liz," I said, and I watched her go up the stairs. Then I cleaned up our mugs, tidied the kitchen, and went upstairs myself. Charlie's door was shut when I went past, though I could see the light coming through from under the door. I went on to my room and slowly got undressed. I was sorry for Liz, but glad the evening had gone as it had. I'd enjoyed it, I hadn't taken advantage, and although Maggie would be cross with me I figured that it had all been for the best.

I thought it would take me ages to go to sleep. For all my lofty pure thoughts I was very aware that there was a deeply attractive eighteen-year-old blonde just a few doors away and that I had been expected to seduce her. I read for a while then found my eyes getting heavy and a few minutes after that I must have dropped off to sleep.

I was awoken an hour or so later by the door opening. I groggily sat up in bed and tried to focus. Liz stood in the doorway, looking in at me. She wore a pair of Charlie's pyjamas that were too big for her, making her look even younger.

"Liz," I said slowly. "Everything OK?"

She nodded, then shook her head. She was obviously upset about something.