The final part of a somewhat convoluted story. This is set in 1981, so there is no social media, internet, or mobile phones. As a warning, while I have placed it in Erotic Couplings because what happens during the story is either that or even possibly romance, it does contain references to group and reluctance incidents in the past of both people.
Everyone involved in sexual activity in this story is over 18. It helps to have read previous chapters, but it does just about make sense as a standalone.
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Ronald was rushing to the hotel. It was chucking it down outside, and even with his duffel coat on, he was getting wet. He would be early, but he'd decided to leave the house before Dad could corner him for a heart-to-heart chat about what was bothering him. He loved his dad, and the fact that he knew something was bothering Ronald and wanted to help was cool. The truth was that there were some things that you just didn't talk to your parents about. There was no way he would tell his dad why meeting Eve this morning had knocked him for a six. To explain that would mean talking about losing his virginity last November and then what had happened later that evening.
When he first saw Eve this morning, he thought it was Rebecca, especially when she bent over. He remembered the moment when he had held Rebecca's hips as he had first impaled her over the back of the sofa. He both wanted to bonk her again and apologise for what happened later. He followed the woman and was shocked when she entered his uncle's hotel. He then worried that Rebecca had come back to confront him.
Uncle had told him that he and his friends had been lucky not to have been arrested. He had shown Ronald some of the Polaroid photographs of the party he had confiscated from Ronald's friends before burning them. It was pretty clear that she had stopped enjoying herself by the time George bent her over the kitchen table and buggered her while the rest took turns putting their cocks in her mouth. Uncle Rupert had assured him that no prosecution would ever occur and that he would be acquitted if it did. Uncle had said that he had behaved unwisely and treated Rebecca badly.
Part of him felt this was rather hypocritical of a skirt chaser, but he eventually realised that Uncle Rupert meant what he had said. Mother had once (when dad wasn't around) said that her older brother had a sense of honour all of his own. While many women may be puzzled about how they had allowed him to seduce them, they had never complained that he had made them feel bad about themselves. He had always treated them as friends after they had succumbed to his attentions. If they later lost his respect, it was not because they had slept with him. They were annoyed at themselves rather than with him.
Ronald had been mostly relieved and a little disappointed when he realised that it was not Rebecca he had been following. It was just a woman who looked very similar. He had offered to buy her a drink. She had accepted and introduced herself as Eve. She had also told him that she had spotted him following her and that she did not mind. There were things she said to him that resonated with what his uncle had told him about some women's attitudes to sex. Telling Eve that he wanted to apologise to Rebecca also helped him believe that he really did want to say sorry.
After that, it had been fun speaking with Eve this morning. Uncle Ronald said it was easier to flirt with someone if you knew you would probably never meet them again. If you were knocked back, any embarrassment would only be known to you. If she responded, then great.
She had been relaxed with him, and she'd made him feel as if she was enjoying herself with him rather than teasing him. Her stories of modelling and dancing had turned him on. She had let him put his arm around her waist and even squeeze the top of the outside of her thigh but had let him know the boundaries. She seemed to be what Uncle called a good-time girl (best not think about what mum and dad would call her). She had told him that last night an old man had given her a lift back to the hotel after her life modelling gig. She said that he had been charming and a gentleman. The man had given her a fiver as an extra tip for being his muse. She had then kissed him and even let him play with her tits in the hotel carpark. Ronald had contemplated offering her a tenner for a hand job in the hotel toilets and wondering whether perhaps Wendy would let him use his uncle's office.
Before he could pop the question, Uncle Rupert had reminded him that he would be late for lunch. He had raced home and arrived just in time for the pre-lunch glass of sherry. Uncle Rupert had agreed to give him a dancing lesson, although he wanted to ask him for advice on how he should have spoken to Eve and how he had gotten things so badly wrong with Rebecca. He'd also felt a bit sleazy for having instinctively thought about offering to pay Eve rather than chatting her up. He tried to tell himself it was because there was insufficient time for a proper flirtation.
Although Uncle Rupert was fifteen years older than dad, it was easier to talk to him about sex. Well, he had seen Uncle Rupert having sex with a woman, while Ronald doubted that Dad remembered how to. Uncle Rupert had also seen him pop his cherry with the same woman, so no embarrassing explanations were needed.
Wendy, behind reception, waved at him. Wendy was twenty and featured in many of Ronald's dreams which were not about that night with Rebecca. She had been with Uncle Rupert when he had raided the party and confiscated the photographs and camera films. Before then, she seemed amused when he tried to flirt with her. Since then, she had flirted less but became a friend. She was the only woman he could talk to about that evening, but somehow he felt that taking her advice was letting himself off the hook too easily. She took the view that the incident was mainly down to understandable misunderstandings and the woman's stupidity.
This afternoon, Wendy said, "Your uncle said to go straight up. Wait a minute." She reached behind the desk and said, "Take this up to the studio. Mr Brown just handed this in and said that his wife had mistaken it for hers after the Sunday roast." She handed him a woman's mac while rolling her eyes.
Wendy leaned over, "The truth was that Mrs B didn't check the weather forecast before coming out and "borrowed" it to get home in when she realised it was bucketing down outside. At least she sent him back with it when she eventually "realised" her mistake. He was very apologetic, especially when I told him that the poor lass had to leave for the station in the pouring rain without it and will probably catch her death of cold." One of the things he liked about Wendy was her sarcasm, even when she used it against him.
She paused, "Fair do's; he offered to pay for the postage to return the coat to the owner. The cash is in the coat pocket."
After leaving his duffle coat with Wendy, he bounded up the stairs to his uncle's apartment/dance studio. As he walked in, he saw that Eve was there. She was in her underwear and had one foot on a chair while fixing her stockings to her garter belt.
Eve looked at him and said, "Hello Ronald. Is that my coat? Did someone "borrow" it as Wendy thought?"
"Yes. I thought you had a train to catch, Eve?"
"Missed it. I spent too much time hunting for the coat and hoping the rain would stop, but I couldn't find a taxi, and then all the green men flashed red at me on the way there." She winked at him as she adjusted one of the stockings.
He smiled, and she continued, "Wendy had said that if I missed the train, I should come back here and see if it had turned up. It pissed down on the way back."
"And why are you in my uncle's room?
"He was in reception when I got back and said that I looked like a drowned rat. He offered to put my skirt and top through the tumble drier and to let me have a hot shower in his quarters."
"Sounds like my uncle."
Eve grinned and said, "It amused Wendy, who said to him "Christ, that's quick work even for you, Mr Grimsdyke. You normally give them ten minutes and a rumba before you ask them to take their clothes off." Your uncle laughed and told Wendy to take me up here and show me the dancing outfits." Her impersonation wasn't bad, and he laughed.
Ok, that made sense. Uncle gave dancing lessons to selected friends and acquaintances and kept a store of costumes in his room to help get women in the right frame of mind for dancing both vertically and, as it was his uncle, horizontally.
She finished attaching the stockings and, for the first time, noticed that she was half-dressed. "Sorry, I didn't mean to give you a show, but I'm just used to being half-dressed in front of men. I spent most of yesterday evening wearing less than this, and on Tuesday night, I'll be down to a G-string again at the Falcon."
"I'm sorry. Wendy didn't warn me you were here."
"I suspect that she wanted to give you a pleasant surprise." She stretched her arms over her head, and he could see her breasts move. She then disappeared behind the screen in the room.
Well, it had indeed been that. Wendy had also been encouraging him to meet girls who had a sense of fun without being, in her words, slags.
Eve reappeared, having added black dancing shorts to the ensemble. She looked at him and said, "You've changed your clothes since lunch."
