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| BLACKWOOD BLUES by Enola The letter you was waiting for has arrived and it contains the news you wished for. You've got that job as an infant school teacher in a little town called Blackwood. Well, you're in seventh heaven 'cos you desperately need this job, but you're a little sad too 'cos you'll have to leave your hometown, Swansea, your family and your friends. Then you've never been to Blackwood, so you don't have a clue about it. Will you like it? Well, you think that you'll get used to it soon or later. The estate agent you contacted has phoned you to tell he's found a nice house there, so you decide to go to see it. You phone to your brother Paul to ask him to go to Blackwood with you and he kindly accepts. When you're there, you realize Blackwood is a nice place, very quite as the estate agent said, so you are sure everything will be alright. Your new house is not very big. It has a small garden, a nice blue door and a big window on the garden which is illuminated by the sun all the day, that is quite rarely, 'cos it rains a lot!! You and Paul go back to Swansea, but you are looking forward to moving there. A week later you are ready to move in your new house. When you get there you take your luggage at once and enter. It is already clean. You spoke on the phone with its owner, Mrs Page, and she told you she'd have cleaned it before your arrival. So the only thing you can do now is unpack your suitcases and put your clothes in their right place. Suddenly you hear that someone's knocking at the door, so you think it's Mrs Page. You open the door and you see a man who you think he might be in his 50s…He might be Mr Page…He smiles at you and starts speaking, "Good morning Miss Thomas. My name's Monty Bradfield and I live on the opposite side of the road. Mrs Page told me you'd have arrived today, so I want to welcome you!" You kindly smiled at him and say "Thanks a lot Mr Bradfield, I'm so pleased to meet you and to know I have such a kind neighbour…" "I'd like to have you for a tea this afternoon, so we may talk a bit" says him very kindly, and you accept his invitation. Some hours later you go at your neighbour's. While you're sipping your tea you realize that in the room there are a lot of pictures of a nice and sweet smiling woman. "Mrs Bradfield, I suppose! Has she gone out?" ask you sure to receive an affirmative answer to your banal question. "Yes, she's Sue, my wife." He pauses for a moment then after a sigh he goes on, "Well, she was my wife. She died 2 years ago." You suddenly fell your heart going faster and you don't manage to speak "Oh God! I…I'm…so sorry!" he looks at you and with a sweet smile he says, "Don't worry, you couldn't know that." He stands up and take a frame in which there's a photo of him with his wife and another younger man. "This is James, my son. He lives in London. He's a musician. Do you know the Manic Street Preachers?" asks him. "Well, I have heard about them, but I don't know them so much…why?" He laughs and says, "James is their singer!" "Really?" you ask quite surprised, "Oh, yeah, James Bradfield…Now I manage to remember his name…James Dean, right?" He grins while he replaces the frame in the table. Time passes quickly and this already your 3rd week in Blackwood. You new job is really good, children are lovely and you enjoy spending your mornings and afternoons with them. Your relationship with Monty is the perfect relationship between good neighbours. One day he announces to you that his son is going to spend the weekend there, and he invites you to dinner with them so you might meet. For the occasion you make an apple pie 'cos Monty likes it very much. You reaches his door and ring the bell. After a few seconds the door opens and Monty's son appears. You kindly smile at him and say, "Hi! You must be James…Meg, pleased to meet you!" He lets you enter and shakes your hand weakly. During the meal you have the sensation that James is not happy at all to have you to dinner with them, and you do your best to be as nicer as you can but it doesn't work. The only thing he's said is *My dad has done nothing but talk with me about you* with a clear unfriendly tone. Luckily, Monty is happy and kind as usual, so you don't care about James. When Monty is cutting your apple pie, James stands up and says, "Not for me dad, I'm going to bed", "Come on, have a little slice, it's delicious!" says Monty, "No really. I'm pretty tired, see ya tomorrow. Good night!" His voice is very strange and you are totally sure he doesn't like you at all. While you're eating your slice of apple pie you tell Monty it wasn't a good idea to invite you, 'cos you had the impression that James was quite annoyed about your presence. Monty replies that James has his bad days, so it's better leave him alone, but adds that tomorrow he'll be good-humoured. You say you think it's not a question of bad days, you're convinced that James doesn't find you particularly nice! The day after while you are watering your flowers in your garden, James comes to you and you welcome him with a big smile, "Hi James, how are you?", thinking he's there to apologize with you for his unpleasant behaviour of the previous night. But when he's closed to you, you realize that his mood's not changed at all. He looks at you in a very serious way , "I've understood what you are trying to do, but I don't allow you to do it!" His voice is full of rage and hate, and you're shocked about that, "I don't know what you're talking about…" "Stay away from my father", screams him, "I won't allow you to hurt him!" He turns to go away but you grasp his arm to stop him and totally beside yourself with anger and astonishment you scream at him, "Who the hell do you think you are to come here and accuse me of something I completely ignore? You don't know me at all, you don't know anything about my life and you have no reason to treat me in this way!" You run away and enter your house shutting the door behind you and you don't manage to understand why he's so hard on you. During the next days, meanwhile James is going back to London, you don't know how to behave with Monty, but at the end, you think it's better pretending that everything is alright. Despite the fact you are doing all your best, Monty understands there's something that worries you and tries to convince you to talk with him about that. You are aware that you can't tell him his son is a wanker who has a big imagination. One day while you and Monty are talking in his garden you suddenly see James's car coming. You greet Monty in a hurry and run away before James gets off his car. Meanwhile, at Bradfields'… "What you are thinking about dad?" asks James to his father unusually silent. "Oh…I'm just a bit worry for Meg. She's really strange lately!" replies Monty looking outside through the window. "And I'm worry for you dad!" says James going close to him. "Worry for me? You have no reason to be worry for me! I'm quite fine, or rather I've never been better…" replies Monty, "That's the point. Since you have known *that girl* you've changed. You talk only about her…Meg is a fantastic girl…Meg cooks wonderfully…I've got tired of that…She'll only hurt you and I can't stand it dad!" says James clearly worried for his father, "James, what are you trying to say? Do you really think that I feel something for her? For a girl that might be my daughter? Or that she can feel something for me? I love her as she was my daughter, Good Heavens! You are wrong James…Wait a moment…Now I understand everything, now I understand why she ran away as soon as she saw you…What did you do to her?" says Monty a bit angry, "I just told her to stay away from you!" says James sorry, "Oooh, I'm sure you told her that in a very kind way, don't you? Don't you think you should apologize with her?" says Monty, "I will. I'm sorry dad!" says James holding his father. As it's a lovely day, you decide to go out with the children to play in the school lawn. Luckily children manage to amuse yourself, so you don't think of James and what he said at all. But your moment of tranquillity is spoilt when one of the children comes to you crying 'cos he says there's a bad man out of the yard. You look around and see James. You manage to calm down the little boy telling him you'll chase him off immediately. You walk very angry towards James and say, "What the f**k are you doing here? You're frightening the children!" He looks at you with a sad expression in his eyes "I'm sorry, I didn't have any intention to do it. I have to talk to you" says James "If you still haven't realized it, I'm working!" reply you angrily, "And I don't fell like listening to you! I have already heard enough!" You can't sleep because too many thoughts fill your mind keeping on turning over in your bed holding a pillow. You'd like not to think of him, but it's impossible 'cos you don't manage to forget the naughtiness of his words pronounced the day after your first meeting compared to the regret in his eyes of that afternoon at the infant school. You hold your pillow tighter and tighter while two tears come out from your eyes and roll down your face. You are suddenly waken up by the heavy noise of someone who's knocking at your door, and you think about who might be at 3 am…you open the door and James is there silent, "James…what the f**k…it's 3…" say you with a sleepy voice being hardly able to keep your eyes open. He doesn't say anything and comes close to you looking straight in the eye and kisses you with strength pushing you against the wall. You can feel a disgusting taste of alcohol in his mouth which makes you feel sick. You try to free yourself but he's too strong. He kisses your neck and you don't fight any longer because you don't want him to stop. "James you're blind drunk…" whisper you but he stops you kissing you again in your mouth with the same strength. Now he's also touching you all over your body and the good sensation of his hands over you let your heart going faster and faster. With one of his hand over your thigh and the other over your breast, he keeps on kissing you pushing and moving his tongue over yours. He stops kissing for a while to say, "You don't want my father, you want me!!" So you throw your arms over his neck pushing him towards you. He pulls your nightie off and kisses your breasts and sucks your nipples angrily. Then he goes down and lets his lips and tongue slide till your belly while his hands take your knickers away. Afterwards his lips keep on going down and stops over your clit. The touch of his warm lips over it sends shivers down your spine and your breath is faster and faster. You moan in pleasure when he sends his tongue inside you while his soft and smooth hands keep on brushing your thighs. Then he stands up quickly and his lips return over yours kissing you powerfully bringing in your mouth a salty taste mixed to alcohol. Now his hands are undoing his trousers and then they lower his boxers and finally return over your body; as they grasp your waist you fell his hard dick penetrating you in depth making your body tremble and making you scream out with great delight. You scream out even more when he starts moving his hips rhythmically going deeper and deeper into you. "Do you want me to stop?" asks him in a very rough way, "No!" you whisper weakly, "I didn't hear you…Do you want me to stop?" repeat him louder, "Nooo, nooo, pleeease!" shout you with all your force. So he keeps on f***ing you for some minutes, then he suddenly goes away from you, he gets dressed again and without saying anything, he goes out slamming the door. You collapse exhausted on the floor. One week passes and you haven't seen him anymore. You are totally aware that he doesn't care about you at all, then you don't care about him too, he just wanted to shag you!! Notwithstanding, you don't manage to hate him 'cos, after all, you enjoyed it a lot. Someone knocks at the door. It's James. As soon as you open the door he says, as nothing had ever happened, "Hi hon, how are you?". You slap him and say with contempt, "You're just a bastard! After all that happened, you have the cheek to come here and ask how am I?" you scream at him furious, "Before you come here to accuse me of something completely absurd, then you come back, totally drunk, in the middle of the night, you f**k me, then you go away, disappear for one week and now you have the nerve to ask how are you?" He quickly grasps you but you try to push him away, "Don't touch me! Let me go!" you scream. He grasps your wrists and pushes you over the sofa collapsing on you and you can't move. Then he says quietly, "1) stop screaming, you're annoying me; 2) stop pretending, you're pathetic; 3) I know I was wrong. I tried to make my apologies, but you didn't want to listen to me; 4) For that reason I got drunk and I came here; 5) you told me not to stop when I was f**ing you; 6) I felt sick, so I had to go; 7) now I'm here to apologize to you once again; 8) That's ridiculous, so do you want me to go or do you want to make love?" "Please, leave my hands" say you sweetly. He obeys you immediately so you slip your hands on his trousers, "You know what I want, don't you?" you whisper. He nods grinning while you go on, "I want you inside me in ten second for at least one hour! Am I asking too much?" <<< Enola's stories |