I thought of how I'd matured over the almost 3 years I'd been away from home, the changes I'd experienced and my new friends. I'd missed my Catherine and was looking forward to seeing her again, to make love to her. And Ms. MacDonald too, how we seemed to hit it off, there was definitely some chemistry between us.
As the train approached the station in Glasgow it slowed down so it finally seemed to just creep in to the platform. The platform was slightly curved so for the last hundred yards or so I could see people waiting for the train’s arrival. I spotted my lover standing with the others waiting for me; I was surprised to see she was wearing just a two piece suit, with her coat and handbag over her arm. She was wearing a hat with a veil that made me smile as I recognized this as her mode of dress from her younger days.
At long last the train ground to a halt with a big hiss of steam, I got off and she spotted me and waved frantically as if I could possibly miss her. We hugged and kissed, then she went to take my suitcase but it was a bit too heavy for her to carry. She ran ahead of me and brought the car to the entrance, where I waited for her.
It felt good to be home again, Catherine was all bubbly, chatting away just like a little girl, one of the things I loved about her. Once we got home the house was nice and warm, Catherine had driven back from Edinburgh that afternoon, and had got the fire going to warm the house up.
Once inside she hung our coats up along with her jacket, and went to fix us some supper. Then opening some wine, poured us both a glass, and joined me by the fire to enjoy a drink while supper cooked. She had on a crisp white blouse fastened to her neck, and adorned with a lovely silver necklace. Momentarily I compared her to Agnes; she sat there so prim and proper with her feet in their 'Granny' boots side by side. So much more elegant and lady like, suddenly she went quiet and serious.
I sensed there was something wrong with her, putting down my glass I reached over and touched her knee, "What's the matter" I asked.
Without looking me in the eye she said, "I came home during the week for a few days to make sure everything was OK. Last Wednesday afternoon Marlene phoned and invited me for supper at her house."
Not sure where she was going with this I said, "So?"
"Well I just have to tell you," she went on, "She asked me lots of questions about how we met, what you were like and who were your friends then. How did you dress and where did we go when you we first went out etc. I was puzzled by her questions and answered her honestly, I hope I said nothing wrong Miss, she seemed quite curious about you, and even invited me to sleep over. But I didn't and I did nothing wrong Miss, I couldn't reach you to get your permission. Honestly I did nothing wrong, just came straight home after."
At this point Catherine looks like she was ready to cry, "Well what's wrong with that?" I asked.
"You're not angry or mad at me?" she said puzzled.
"No why should I be? You're entitled to enjoy a night out with other friends too" I said.
However I did worry about why Marlene was so interested in me, what was she fishing for?
At this she looked relieved, "But I needed your permission as I belong to you" she went on, "You might have thought I was cheating on you."
"Cheating with one of our friends, why do you think it's cheating?" I went on, "You have feelings and I was gone for a week" I went on.
"It would have been different if you had gone out looking to meet someone else" I said.
She got up and went to put supper on the table, and I gave a thought to what she said. She had said she belonged to me, I never thought I owned her. I knew she worshipped me, but this did not mean when we were separated for any length of time that we should be celebrate. Anyway we were back together again so I didn't see the need to worry about it; after all, I didn't let that prevent me from having fun with Agnes when I was home.
And I was back home and looking forward to making love with her later; she seemed so innocent and childlike at times.
We had a nice supper washed down with wine and after tiredness kicked in, travelling seems to do that to you.
Finishing my wine I said to Catherine, "Come" and held out my hand and led her to the bedroom.
I knew she'd want to clear the dishes up after our meal, but felt that could wait till the morning.
I unzipped her skirt and got her to step out of it, and happy to see she was at least wearing the more modern underwear I preferred. That pleased me as I continued to undress her, next her granny blouse followed by her chemise. I took my time enjoying myself, next came her bra to free up her generous breasts. Kneeling down on one knee I pulled her knickers down to her feet. She held on to my head as she lifted one foot, then the other to permit me to remove them altogether.
I had her sit down while I removed her granny boots, then off with her stockings and garter belt. Now she was completely naked except for her smile, ear rings and necklace. I was privileged to enjoy her beauty, as I said before she was a few pounds overweight, but mostly in proportion.
Now she started to undress me, taking her time to fold my clothes including my knickers and stockings and place them neatly on a chair. Now she pulled back the covers on the bed, following me she fell into my arms and began to kiss and caress me. Although it had been over a week since we'd last made love, there seemed to be no need to hurry as she slowly began to kiss and stroke my tits. She knew just how to bring my body alive, with her years of experience she could read me like a book. Using all her skills at titillating, she had me moaning and writhing with the pleasure surging through me.
She kissed and caressed her way down till I felt her hands on my thighs, inviting me to open my legs to give her the freedom of my pussy. All I could do was to oblige her and opened them wide, enjoying the pleasure from her searching tongue. I gave out a little cry as my orgasm hit, going tense for a moment to enjoy the thrill of it surging through me.
Now with both her hands on my hips, her face in my crotch, she continued to bring me again. I felt my own tits, my nipples rock hard as she maintained my pleasure with her tongue. Once she relaxed I moved on to my side to face her hips. Pulling on them with one hand I pushed my head onto her thigh, she lifted one leg to give me access to her love hole. She was wet and smelly, a smell I had learned to love. Her pubic hair holding it for my pleasure as I kissed her open labia, her pussy open for my tongue to probe.
Now I had her, she was mine to enjoy, mine to do what I wanted with. Lying on our sides like that, I felt her head still between my thighs on the 69 position. She had stopped licking me now; concentrating on the pleasure I was giving her. I felt and heard her climax; I gripped her head with my thighs and held her arse tight as she did. Her muffled cries turned to moans as I turned onto my back, releasing her head in the process, now fully satisfied and feling glad to be home.
Next thing I knew it was morning, Catherine was waking me up with a cup of tea bringing me out of a sound sleep. By now our morning routine was established, she woke me up and, while I drank my tea, went and filled the tub for me to take a bath. It was a normal work day and, while I had a quick soak, she would lay out my clothes for me to put on. She then drove me to my work as I had to be there to unlock the doors, for 6 in the morning, to begin our day.
One of the disadvantages of being a section leader, as they called it, was like being a supervisor. There were two of us and we had to take turns to open up in the morning and lock up at the end of the day. The restaurant hours for the staff were from 6 am till 8 pm, except for Wednesdays when it closed at 2 pm.
The restaurant was owned by a man called Mr. Gordon; he owned a number on businesses, at least another restaurant I knew of and a bakery. We had a manageress who ran our establishment, and she in turn had two section leaders to help supervise the floor, and a supervisor for the kitchen. I had impressed them, and as a result was promoted over the heads of other waitresses.
Around the end of March, my manager called me into her office one Wednesday afternoon to talk to me. Again she heaped praise on my work ethic, so I wondered what was coming. She went on to tell me Mr. Gordon had bought another run down restaurant, and it was being renovated to update it by giving it a makeover. The owner wanted someone with experience to manage it. She had been offered the job and had been asked to recommend someone to replace her.
She gave me some details of what was involved and, if I was interested, I should apply to become her replacement. Now, as the saying goes, I wasn't born yesterday, and was sure there was a hidden agenda here. I was still after all only 21 years old and attractive, and had demonstrated my organizational skills as a section leader. Doreen (her name) also told me there would a thirty-day trial period to see if the candidate could handle the responsibility.
It was rumored that Mr. Gordon was a womanizer, so I understood the trial period, although he had other business also being managed by women, he was in and out almost every day keeping an eye on things.
I came right out and asked Doreen about the rumors, and she avoided giving me a direct answer.
Instead she went on to say if I played my cards right, "I could be given free reign and write my own ticket."
It would also mean an almost 8 am until 5 pm job, as the staff could be assigned to open and close when required. And one thing I hated was working till 8 pm on Thursdays, Fridays and Saturdays.
I told Doreen I'd think about it and we both got up to leave, she was ready to go home too.
Leaving the restaurant she locked the door and quietly said, "What the hell, he's got the hots for you, play your cards right and you can have a pretty cushy job."
Although it had been over 6 months since I'd last had sex with a man, Robert had been my last in fact, and I'd never ruled them out. Still, it would depend on how demanding he might turn out to be, what strings he might attach to the job. I thought about it and figured I could fit him in on Wednesday afternoons. Catherine worked at the library and till 5 pm, so I had no reason to rush home. Not only that, living with Catherine it wouldn't be too much of a hardship if he did fire me. As I said, I didn't mind the early starts in the mornings, but hated having to work till 8 o'clock at nights. If I was to be given free rein as Doreen said, then I could rearrange my hours of work to suit myself.
The more I thought about it, the more I liked the idea and decided to apply for the job. As soon as Mr. Gordon received my application, he was quick to phone me to set up an appointment. He wanted to meet me right away, but I suggested the following Wednesday afternoon so as not to interfere with work. He was quick to agree and I could hear the excitement in his voice, also this gave me time to think about how I might handle it.
As usual, when meeting someone for the first time like that, I kept my mouth shut and listened to him as he rattled on about responsibility and all that. I could sense he was eager to hire me, that helped me get a better salary offer. I told him I'd think about his offer, and let him know in a few days. I always felt it was in my interest to pretend to not be too eager.
Sorry about that, I got carried away talking about my work, but that wasn't to happen for another three months yet.
The following evening Marlene phoned and we chatted about our holidays, she asked if I got to meet Ms. Sharp.
I told her, "Yes" and described her reaction to meeting me and the cool reception to my mother.
She laughed at this and said something about her always being a bit of a bitch. Coming from Marlene that sounded a bit strong, after all they were both School teachers.
We arranged to meet for a few drinks at the club the following Friday evening. By now I was getting to know quite a few other lesbians, and was flattered by the nice greetings and flirting remarks that I received. It made me feel like I really belonged with them. Of course I was sure they were aware of my relationship with Catherine, but everyone was too polite to make any direct or rude comments about it.
This meant too we were always welcome to join then at a table, or vice verso to share drinks and chat, so was never short of company. I also felt I was being accepted more and more into their company. I think it was two or possibly three weeks before we ran into Marlene again, it was a Friday evening and as before enjoyed her company. I wondered if she was going to mention anything about me and Ms. Sharp, but nothing was said.
Once the evening ended and we were getting ready to leave, she quietly said to me, "Why don't you come for supper tomorrow evening."
Like I said discretion was very important in those days so I just as quietly replied, "Thank you, we'd love to."
By now I was sure that Catherine would go along with any decisions I made regarding us, so I could speak for us both.