This is the thirty-sixth episode of my unreliable memoirs recounting sexual encounters in the nineteen eighties. Each episode is self-contained, so you can read them without having read the previous ones.
It's 1985 now and once again things are changing for Steven and Lesley, with new opportunities just around the corner.
I hope you enjoy it.
M4bloke
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New Year, New Challenges
Carly lay back on the bed and giggled. It was early morning and we'd just had what she liked to call 'Elf sex'.
To the uninitiated, 'Elf sex' basically consisted of Carly getting down on all fours and being fucked from behind. Except that, at the last moment, she liked to be flipped onto her back and her face painted with cum. She would then proceed to scoop up the cum with her fingers and feed it to herself.
This was very much Carly's interpretation of how elves had sex, rather than a definitive statement on the matter I think. That said, if it were correct, it might have gone a long way to explaining the relatively low conception rate in the elf world and, hence, why you didn't see many of them around.
"Your little elf's not finished yet," Carly told me cheekily after she'd cleaned up her face.
I knew what she wanted, so I bent my head down and kissed her. Carly pushed her tongue into my mouth along with the remnants of whatever cum she hadn't consumed and we snowballed for a while, before both swallowing our share of the resultant concoction.
"Is that better?" I asked afterwards.
"Much better," she replied with an air of satisfaction.
"We're going to be late," I told her. "Lesley and Sam are already downstairs making breakfast."
"We could always let them open up," Carly suggested cheekily.
"You're not serious?"
"I guess not," she responded. "It's just that we elves do need a lot of loving."
"How about if I promise to make sure you get all the elf-loving you need tonight?"
"Ok," Carly giggled.
We made it down to the kitchen to find Lesley and Sam tucking into coffee and toast. When Lesley saw me, she sprang up out of her seat and put her arms around my neck. She was always doubly affectionate after we'd been apart. Carly gave Sam a similar greeting and the usual couplings were restored, for the time being at least.
"Did you enjoy my twin, last night?" Lesley asked after we'd kissed.
"It was dark, I thought I was with you," I joked.
"I don't suppose I can use that excuse, can I?" Lesley laughed.
From the neck down Lesley and Carly were almost indistinguishable. They were the same height and both had the same petite, lithe, figure. It was their hair that told them apart. Carly's was blonde whereas Lesley was very definitely a redhead.
Sam and I were quite different. The best way to describe Sam was that he looked like a young Antonio Banderas. Slim, good looking and with dark hair that almost reached to his shoulders. For want of a better comparison, my shape was more Sylvester Stallone, which was ok, because Lesley had always had a thing for Rambo.
It was still dark when the four of us left the house in Wimbledon to open up the comic book store which Sam and Carly owned. It was just off Denmark Street and, while we could have walked to the station and caught the tube, it would have taken an age. So we took Lesley's Land Rover Defender instead.
Lesley and I had helped out at the store a couple of times now and Lesley loved spending time there. She'd always been a fan of science fiction and fantasy and she was in her element with Sam and Carly and all the other geeks who came in to browse through and, hopefully, buy the books, comics and games on display.
I didn't share everyone else's love of the genre so I tried to do practical stuff, like tidying up and making sure the comics were filed in the correct order on the shelves. There was a certain satisfaction to be gained from a well-ordered comic display, even if people did then come along and mess it up again.
As it was the first Saturday of the New Year (1985), the little shop was quite busy all day. A steady stream of teenagers came in, intent on spending their Christmas money and university students, home for the holidays, contemplated the allocation of a part of their student grant on the latest role-playing games.
We closed the store at five o'clock. It had been a good day. Takings were up and there'd been a buzz about the place. If every Saturday could have been like that then perhaps Sam wouldn't have needed to work for me. But thankfully, from my perspective at least, they weren't and he did.
We'd met Carly and Sam only a few months before, in the October of '84, at an upmarket swingers' party. They hadn't been guests at the party. They'd been, for want of a better word, the entertainment. Sir Hillary Fortescue, the host, hired young, attractive couples and singles to mingle with the paying guests at his parties. If everyone agreed, guests were free to take them back to their rooms for sex. The majority were dancers, either from the London corps de ballet or West-End shows. Dancers, it seemed, were a promiscuous lot and I imagined Sir Hillary paid them well. It wasn't quite prostitution, but it wasn't far off.
Carly had been a dancer in one of the corps de ballet and Sam was her boyfriend. Not a dancer himself but athletic enough to pass as one. Carly's career had been cut short by a badly broken ankle but she and Sam were still part of the social scene and this was how they came to be at the party. This and the fact they'd needed the money to keep the comic book store afloat.
Lesley and I had originally gone to the party to meet another couple but, when that went disastrously wrong, Sir Hillary had sent Carly and Sam up to our room as a sort of consolation prize. Neither Lesley nor I felt right about people being paid to have sex with us. But it was Carly who assured us that, for them, this was just a bit of fun and they wouldn't be doing it unless they wanted to.
I think we both wanted to be convinced. I was attracted to Carly, and Lesley was to Sam. So we managed to overcome our principles and from that point a friendship had blossomed. It helped that both Sam and I were keen on motorbikes, while Lesley and Carly were interested in everything to do with elves and faeries.
In order to supplement the comic book store's takings, I'd persuaded Sam to work for me at Durolitum a couple of days a week. It wasn't a selfless act on my part. Sam had a double first from Cambridge, in maths and physics, and a brain like a super-computer. He was real asset to the consulting work we were doing for the Obermann organisation It was a double edged sword for Sam however. He and Carly no longer had money worries and this had enabled Carly to give up her job waitressing to work full time at the comic book store. But it also meant that Sam had less time to spend in the store himself. Owning the store had been Sam's dream but in reality it hadn't provided sufficient income for him and Carly to live off.
Sam and Carly came back to Wimbledon with us and in the evening we went out for a meal at an Italian restaurant. It was one of those places that considered itself too upmarket to serve Pizza, which was a mark against it in my book, but it had the advantage of being within walking distance of our house. The waiters were all Italian and they flirted outrageously with the girls. On any other night it might have been annoying but Lesley and I were both in the mood for a drink and glad of human company.
The holiday season hadn't gone as planned. I'd had to work between Christmas and New Year to complete the purchase of a company called Iris Technologies. It had been my first purchase as Head of New Technology Investments for Durolitum, so it was a big deal for me, but it meant that we'd had to cancel our plans to go to Carole and Fabien's house in Provence for New Year.
Although Lesley put a brave face on it, I knew she was disappointed. I'd suggested that she went by herself but Lesley wouldn't hear of it and she ended up working at the hospital so that one of her team didn't have to.
Things were made worse by the fact that our house was empty and we weren't used to it. Carole was at home in Provence and Suzy had gone to Germany to meet Uwe's family. Added to that, Daniel and Kate had jetted off to New York to spend the holidays with Astrid and Paul Walmsley.
So we'd spent Christmas day with my parents and the evening with Michael and Claire Taylor as planned, but our New Year celebrations consisted of a bottle of wine while the two of us curled up on the sofa to watch a video.
"So what did you do for New Year?" I asked Carly and Sam as we ate.
