CHAPTER 1
1.THE OFFICE
The green patterned carpet held my gaze, the pattern seemed off-centre, but I couldn’t detect how, I am by no means OCD, yet it disturbed my thinking. “It’s my ‘hypnotic’ mat” stated the tall fellow in a well-worn and crease brown suit who had just entered the room. He smiled “I suspect they used a variety of thread sizes throughout the weave, so nothing is quite right about it!”. I stood to greet him “John Miller” I stated formally “Sit, sit, John. Let’s see…” he paused and looked at his diary “May I ask why you chose a retired psychologist to work with you on your autobiography?” he asked getting straight to the point. “Confidentiality” I replied. “Good, good, then let’s get started…” he stated sitting back with his pencil already poised over the notepad on his lap. Then again “Good, good, then let’s get started…” he repeated.
The autobiography that you are holding in your hands right now is the eventual outcome of that and many future meetings held over that wretched ‘hypnotic’ green carpet. It will have been written, edited, and the single edition published, sealed, and buried in a safe hidden below the floorboards of the Beach House – its discovery awaiting a time when all who are directly involved in this story are passed.
2.THE START
Mary and I married relatively early in life, we both graduated, and both held respectable jobs and for all intents and purposes it looked as if we were set to become a normal family living a mundane day to day existence. I will throughout the telling of my story refer to various “triggers”, for me these were life changing events or circumstances that directed or rather projected me on a certain path, I would not go so far as to say it was destiny but rather life events which nudged me in a particular direction.
Our mundane existence continued following the birth of our daughter Bethany and at around the same time with a promotion I secured the Town Planning job I had been after. Initially this job in itself was mundane, overseeing approval of various building projects but it was, around the time I begin my story 16 years after Bethany’s birth, now about to take off. I was tasked to oversee the development of a new community centre housed within a redeveloped shopping complex. This was a high visibility project, and its potential success would reward me with a further giant promotion leap. Around this same time Mary likewise was doing well, she worked as personnel and promotions manager for the software firm, Daece. She was fortunate to be able to initially handle a lot of work either from home or from the small, rented office just around the corner from our house which she shared with the company’s Informatics wizkid Mark.
With both our salaries we were very comfortable and became established in our careers, each of us over the years, had earned promotions and salary upgrades, and we had comfortably slipped into the routine of managing our work lives around the responsibilities of raising Bethany, who was now 16, as well as still maintaining a reasonably active social life. Mary’s promotion functions often led her to having to work late so on these occasions I arranged to get into my office early, skip lunch hour and leave early, to be able to be at home in the late afternoon with Bethany.
Circumstances leading to the first of the “triggers” I want to mention were set in motion by a friend of Mary’s, Sue, phoning in the morning to ask if her daughter Joanne, who went to the same school as Bethany could come home with Bethany after school as she, Sue, who was a nurse, had been asked to do an extended shift at the hospital, she promised to pick “Jo” up in the early evening. Mary took the call and invited Sue to stay for supper when she came over to pick Jo up, mentioning that she herself may be a little late getting home as she had an out-of-town promotional appointment, but as she said, “John is quite capable of giving the girls an early supper then we can enjoy a grownup’s supper with a little wine later!”
When I got home that afternoon the two girls had already arrived and let themselves in, they were clamouring for my attention to help with a project, I settled at my desk and Beth, as she most always did when we were alone, hopped onto my lap, it was a sort of thing we had between us, she would sit on my lap with her legs spread over mine and while I worked at the desk with my one hand, my other hand would casually slip onto her crotch which I would massage gently, feeling her pubic mound and the gentle indentation of her slit. It never went further than that though I was sure she could feel the stiffness of my penis under her bum, and she occasionally shifted the position of her bum cheeks as if, I imagined, rubbing herself on me, but that was most likely my imagination, possibly it was just uncomfortable for her.
Joanne, also at 16-yrs of age, as an ‘outsider’ and decidedly more mature, both physically and socially than Beth, was likely more aware of the inappropriate intimacy of the situation, initially she stood behind the chair and rested her one arm on my shoulder and the other around Beth. A little while later Jo had moved to the side of the chair and had wedged her crotch against the back of the chair arm, while her arm had slipped off Beth and was now draped across my neck and shoulder. I let my free hand slip off Bethany’s lap to hang down the side of the chair towards Jo, my hand rubbed against her bare leg, the “trigger” to the next scenario was my hand just briefly touching the inner part of Joanne’s leg, she moved, bending into my touch, causing my hand to stroke against her leg, I started rubbing her leg gently moving my hand upwards, and felt her part her legs a little wider to accommodate as I moved my hand up her inner thigh, I could feel Jo’s hand which was on my shoulder clench and release, I stroked again, higher up this time, again her hand clenched my shoulder, I gripped with my hand for moment and felt Jo’s hand clench my shoulder again, I could feel her pushing her crotch into the corner of the chair arm, I slid my hand up to her panty line at which she pushed herself off the chair arm allowing my finger access to her slit, I could feel she was wet. Jo pushed herself down onto my finger which slipped between her slit, my finger was now between her slit and the chair arm, and she rubbed herself against it. She would, I am sure, have brought herself off had we not been interrupted by the ringing of the phone, which I was silently grateful for as my finger being forced against the back of the chair arm felt as if would snap.
Bethany jumped off me and ran to answer the phone, I spun around slipping my hand out from under Jo’s panties, gave her crotch a quick squeeze in recognition of the excitement she had given me, while getting up I whispered in her ear “You are lovely” and went to the phone which Beth was handing to me saying “It’s Mom, she wants you”.
goodbye.
