Rocks in Their Heads Pt. 03

"She's a high school principal."

"What? Are you going to tell me she was your teacher next? She's not the music teacher you had the hots for, is she?"

Scott laughed. "No, she wasn't my teacher or even at my school. She was a geography teacher, but she's quite talented at other things, such as painting. Turns out she's handy with horses, and she sometimes writes erotic stories."

"Erotic stories?"

"Yeah erotic stories. They're juicy too. She has a filthy mind."

"I bet. But anyone can write erotic stuff. Here, I could make up erotic stories in my sleep. Or, as it turns out, my hangover. Check this out. She looked at the massive, hard, green plastic phallus in front of her and she said, oh well, Bob, It's you and me again, old mate. And she thrust her vibrating battery operated boy right into her vagina!"

Scott replied, completely dead pan, "Vagina? I think you should say, she thrust her Bob deep into her gaping wet pussy. Or perhaps, penetrated her dripping moist cunt."

"Moist cunt's okay, but I prefer the term, dank fuck-hole."

"Jacqueline Murphy! Such filthy disgusting language!" he cried in faux outrage. "Who'd have thought such a filthy terms would come from your innocent mouth?"

"Oh, Scotty, mate, me mouth ain't so innocent and you've gotta stop flirtin with me like that cos you're making my fuck-hole gush with moisture." They both laughed, knowing they could banter like this all day and not be offended, as long as it didn't get too serious. Nevertheless, Scott realised Jacqueline's regular sarcasm towards him was, at least in part, her way of saying truthful feelings in jest, simply to openly hide her feelings towards him. Jacqueline's tone turned serious. "So this Evelyn of yours is mad at you because her daughter is being a bitch about you two?"

"She's not mad at me. At least I don't think she is. She just needs some space to sort things out with Nicky, that's all. I think so, anyway."

"Well, my friend, I do hope you can sort it out and everything works out for the best, whatever that is. You know I'm here if you need a shoulder to cry on."

"I don't think I'm gunna cry, but yeah, I'll let you know how it goes."

"Seriously, Scott, I do hope it works out for you. You're one of the good guys and I want you to be happy and have good things." She smiled at him and he smiled back.

The butterflies returned and his heart skipped a few beats. Jacqueline had laid her cards clearly on the table and the connection between them was genuine and powerful, and perhaps not as one-sided as Jacqueline might have believed. "Hey, thanks, Jackie. I'm glad you're my friend."

"You'd be a way better friend if you helped me find a suitable fella who happens to be single, lovely as you, and of a suitable age and height."

"Mmm, well, Jack, the pickings are slim and I wouldn't want Bob to get jealous, but if I meet anyone who fits your criteria, I'll think of you."

She playfully punched his leg again and said, "You leave my Bob out of this. He's the most reliable fella I know."

~0~

The following week Scott gave Evelyn all the room she needed and didn't contact her. He did, however, feel guilty about what occurred between Jacqueline and himself, but at the same time, he couldn't get Jacqueline out of his head. Furthermore, despite their work relationship remaining strictly professional, Scott couldn't help but notice the banter between them significantly decreasing, and when they went out with other colleagues for lunch, Jacqueline uncharacteristically avoided Scott altogether. The friendly warmth they'd often shared was disappearing, which drove Scott crazy.

Carole also featured prominently in Scott's thoughts. He hadn't seen her since Easter, but she inspired new fantasies, surpassing Evelyn as his main masturbation inspiration. He presumed she'd be sexually adventurous, and his fantasies about Carole ranged from shags on precarious clifftops, to regular household variety domestic sex. Not every fantasy involving Carole was sexual, and he fantasised about attending raves or travelling around the world with her.

Despite his thoughts for Jacqueline and Carole, his feelings for Evelyn remained strong. He had no doubt she was still under his skin, and he felt guilty every time he thought of Jacqueline and Carole. Reality simply overtook his fantasies, with all the associated complex situations, expected and unexpected, relationships generate. He viewed her with affection rather than the hunger lust he'd experienced before they began their love affair. The taint of frustration was hard to ignore, however, and without contact he wondered if his affection was waning. But he realised that, deep down, he missed Evelyn quite a lot.

The following weekend Scott and an old friend from school went on a surfing trip down the coast, where he turned his phone off and left it in the car's glovebox. When he turned his phone back on, before heading home on the Sunday afternoon, there were several missed calls and a couple of messages. Most were from Evelyn, telling him, I want to see you. I miss you.

~0~

Scott and Evelyn met at a pub in the city on the following Tuesday evening, where they sat at a secluded table nook that gave them privacy.

"Scott, I don't know what to do about Nicky. Sometimes I think it's all an act where she never grew out of her rebellious teenage streak."

"What do you reckon our options are, Eve? I don't want to get between you and Nic, but what else can we do? Should we go back to sneaking about and try to keep it from her? Or, I suppose we could go our separate ways. We tried to have a relationship and failed."

"Is going our separate ways what you want?" she asked.

"No, not at all, but I don't want to get between you and Nicky either. When we started seeing each other you said this would only have a limited life."

"You sound like you've made up your mind."

"I didn't say that," he sighed. "I don't want to cause problems for you and Nicola. But as far as I can tell Nicky's attitude towards us is the main reason holding us back. I want to know where I stand."

"Fair enough," she said with a sigh. "Scott, I didn't expect our little arrangement to become more serious. I thought we'd have a few months enjoying each other, then go back to being acquaintances who rarely saw each other. I felt I could handle it. And maybe it would have worked out that way if you hadn't put such an effort into me." She put her hands up to stop him interjecting. "I'm not saying I haven't appreciated the effort. You've been amazing in every respect and I'm very glad you did."

"I don't do things by halves."

"I've noticed," she said with a smile. "Everything else would be perfect if Nicky was on board with us too."

"What about my parents? And your job?"

"Your Mum and I have spoken, though only briefly. She told me it's none of her business, but I'm not sure how she truly feels because things are a little awkward, but I guess it's some sort of endorsement from her. As for my work, well, it's not really a problem for us."

Scott drank his beer and considered what Evelyn was saying. He'd been mad at her since Easter, and wondering if his affection for her was simply an old fantasy that was no longer fun anymore. Yet, now she was sitting across from him, his desire for her was returning. She looked smart in a simple-but-elegant grey and orange dress, and he wanted to kiss her madly and passionately.

She noticed him studying her, and placing her hands on his across the table, she said, "I missed you, Scott. I really did, and I do want to see you. I want us to go back to having fun and hanging out with each other. And back to our loving. I missed that aspect about us more than I thought I would, Scotty. In that respect we are great."

Scott took a long swig of his beer and then replied, "Eve, I want to see you too. But what are we going to do, just go back to weekend romps and pussyfooting around Nicky?"

"Scotty, why don't we see how things go?"

He wasn't completely satisfied with Evelyn's answer, because it sounded exactly like before, where they hid their relationship. But he recalled his parent's advice, that no matter what happened between him and Evelyn, her relationship with Nicola would always come first. There was nothing he could do about it. And, he supposed, perhaps he'd be able to visit her more at her place, if his parents were genuinely accepting of their relationship. Consequently, he decided to go with the flow. "Okay, sure. Anyway, let's get something to eat first. I'm starving!"

They ordered pub grub from the bar menu, and when they finished their meal, Scott asked, "Would you like to come over to my place? Just for a little while, if you like."

"I've kind of been expecting you'd invite me over," she said with a grin. She'd driven into the city and so they took her car to his apartment, only a few kilometres away. Their first embrace and kiss was tentative and gentle. "I missed you, Scotty," Evelyn said as they held each other. "I'm sorry it turned out this way."

"I missed you too. I'm sorry, Eve, I wish it didn't have to be so complicated." He kissed her again and she responded hungrily. They hadn't caught up in weeks and they were quickly primed and ready to go.

The city's lights twinkled through the balcony door, and they didn't bother to stop and close the curtains as they stood there in plain view of the city, fumbling at each other's clothing. Scott removed Evelyn's dress and kissed her bare neck, whilst unclasping her bra. She tilted her head, exposing neck, and fiddled with his shirt buttons. Scott removed Evelyn's nickers, then lifted her onto the granite kitchen island bench top and positioned himself between her thighs. She threw her head back as he kissed wildly under her jaw, and down her neck to her clavicle, his hands roaming roughly down over her breasts and down her body to her thighs. They maintained eye contact as he moved the head of his cock into position, only entering her pussy with the tip.

"I've missed us, Scotty," she said, her voice breathy, before mashing their lips together again. He pulled tightly on her bottom, slightly dragging her closer to the edge of the bench as he pushed his length all the way into her. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she moaned, "Oh, yes, how I've missed you!" Their moist lips joined together in a delicious kiss, as her increasingly succulent vagina slipped slightly up and down his penis, which caressed her deep inside.

"Oh, yes, that's the spot! Fuck me, honey, fuck me! Oh my goodness, yes!" She pulled his body towards her, to make them as close together as possible, trying to increase his leverage so he could thrust as deep into her as possible. With their upper and lower lips slightly touching, they breathed into each other. All the while, they gazed into each other's eyes at close range, as if they were trying to fuck each other's soul.

"Oh, Eve, being this close to you makes me feel so connected to you," he cried, looking deep into her eyes. He picked Evelyn up off the bench with his hands around her bum, and she held onto him tight, riding his cock.

"Keep going, please! Yes!" she cried, burying her face into Scott's neck and nibbling on his ear lobe.

Scott managed to maintain enough control to continue their thrusting as he stood there, Evelyn wrapped around him, and soon his legs began to tremble as they arrived at the edge of bliss. "Oh my goodness, ooh, ohh!" Her body shuddered as waves of pleasure coursed through her. "Oh, Scotty honey, I want us, I want to be with you so badly!"

Scott looked Evelyn in the eyes, smiled and pumped his orgasmic load into her. She smiled back and they kissed passionately for a time, before ending in increasingly gentle, short, kisses. Scott eventually placed Evelyn back on the bench, and withdrew his hard rod from her wetness, where their combined fluids ran between her legs onto the granite bench top. "I think we spilt some cream on the bench, Eve."

"You are still filthy, Scott. But I might use that line in my next story."

"Oh yeah? Will it be another teacher-student story? Or is it the one about the young fella who's dating the beautiful older lady with the angsty daughter, who just so happens to be the fella's childhood friend?"

"Don't be an arsehole, Scott. It's unbecoming of you."

"Sorry, Eve," he said with genuine remorse. "Ignore me. I'm a dickhead sometimes."

She smiled and said, "You're certainly are a dickhead at times, but you're forgiven. Lucky I have a soft spot for you."

"Don't you mean a wet spot?"

"You are a filthy immature little boy sometimes too, Scott." And she meant it.

"I'm your filthy little boy, and I have a hard spot for your soft, wet spot," he said and scooped her up in his arms, carrying her to his bed, where they fucked each other passionately into the evening.

~~~~ CHAPTER 9 ~~~~

Evelyn and Scott's weekends filled up with dating and loving again, and they also began regular Latin dance lessons one night a week. In May, Jake and Pam announced the birth of their daughter, Matilda, and Scott promised his brother he'd visit them once they'd settled in with their new baby. He asked Evelyn if she'd join him, and though she was reluctant at first, she eventually agreed, thinking it a good opportunity to see Nicola and hopefully straighten things out between them.

They celebrated Scott's twenty-seventh birthday, and Evelyn's fifty-second together at her place. Evelyn invited her oldest friend, Trish, while Scott invited his parents. Despite Tammy and Harry declaring they accepted Scott and Evelyn's relationship, there was a noticeable awkwardness in the room, especially between Tammy and Evelyn. Evelyn mentioned to Scott how things were not comfortable between his mother and her, and Scott couldn't help but feel tension between them. Trish, who was naturally friendly and loud, and Harry, who was also the gregarious and easy going type, tried to make things less awkward, but it was in vain.

In the week after his birthday, Harry invited Scott to play tennis with him at the university tennis courts. Harry was a Professor of Chemical Engineering, and was a regular around the courts. Despite sixty years under his belt, Harry was handy with a racket and highly competitive. He was also fitter than many people half his age. As a teenager and into his years at university, Scott occasionally played tennis against his father, and just like in those days, he found he still rarely won a game. After defeating his son in straight sets, Harry offered to shout Scott dinner at the café adjacent to the tennis courts. They sat at a table, pulling on their beers and devouring their burgers, while watching the various games on the tennis courts in front of them.

Harry put his beer on the table and looked at Scott. "I have a bit of a story, Scott, if you don't mind. You've heard parts of it, but there's more to it I've never told you before."

"Sure, Dad, go for it," Scott said before biting into his burger.

"Remember how I travelled to the UK when I finished school, for what these days would be termed a Gap Year?"

"Yeah, you've told the story to us a few times when we were younger."

"I didn't tell you everything about my time in London. You may recall I worked behind a bar at one of the hotels owed by Dad's war mate, Angus?"

Scott recalled the story, where his Grandfather made good friends with a Scotchman, Angus, who he met as fellow POWs after their capture by the Japanese in Malaya and Singapore during the Second World War. Incarcerated at the infamous Changi POW camp, Scott's Grandfather, who'd interrupted his medical training at the outbreak of war and became a medic with the Australian 8th Division, treated Angus' tropical ulcers, saving his legs, and more than likely his life. Angus and Scott's Grandfather became friends because of their mutual love of chess. After the war Angus returned to the UK and became a successful businessman with a string of boutique hotels. They stayed in touch, and in the mid-1970s, when Harry was eighteen, he travelled to London where Angus was more than happy to help the son of his friend, offering him a job behind the bar of one of his hotels.

"Angus' bar wasn't like the usual pubs near Earls Court where most of the Aussies in London lived, worked and drank. It was quite fancy, and Barristers and Doctors would go there after work, all done up in their pinstriped suits. I felt out of place, but I sharpened up quick enough. Angus personally bought me a tailored tuxedo and bow tie, though, of course, Dad made sure I paid him back."

In his mind's eye, Scott tried to imagine his father looking out of place in the UK and hobnobbing behind the bar in a fancy London Hotel with English Lawyers and Doctors. He'd always considered his father to be the epitome of the wild and rough colonial boy, because of all the stories he told them about his youth where he grew up on the northern Australian frontier, and though he was occasionally required to wear a suit in his adult life, the thought of his father in a tux and bow tie was very odd indeed to Scott.

Harry continued. "At the bar I met a woman in her mid-forties named Catherine. I'll spare you most of the details, but I can tell you we fell in love. At least, it felt like love to me. She was a psychologist, which was reasonably rare for a woman to hold such a position back then. She was divorced, and had two teenage children; a son and daughter. They'd spend their weekends with their father, so Catherine and I spent the weekends together. Eventually she asked if I'd like to move in, and naïvely, I said yes. I thought it would be great, but our troubles started the moment I stepped through the door. Her daughter, Sally, who was only two years younger than myself, outright accused me of trying to steal their mother, her money and house. I had nothing to my name, except what I made at the bar, and yet, her money never crossed my mind until that moment. Her son, Alex I think his name was, wanted to fight me, but he was a scrawny thing who'd have had no chance in a blue. Still, I moved straight back out, and despite attempting to keep things going on the weekends, it was never going to work. Her children weren't happy with us, and there was no chance she'd choose me over them."

"Jesus, Dad. Does mum know this story?" Scott said, surprised by his father's confession.

"She knows I had a girlfriend in London, but it was before I met your mother and she never asked for details. And I'm sure I don't have to tell you not to mention this to her either. Or to Jake for that matter."

"Yeah, no worries, Dad. But I guess you're telling me you've been in a similar situation to me and Evelyn?"

"Mate, you're a chip off the old block, in more ways than one. I know older women can be a lot of fun, but the age gap will more than likely get in the way at some point, even if presently you don't think it will. And, speaking from experience, if the person you are seeing has children, you will be dealing with them too. Sure, human relationships can be difficult at the best of times, but what you have with Evelyn has different levels of complexity than if you were dating someone closer to your own age. I'm not saying it can't work, but from my experience it's only temporary. Let me ask you, what does Evelyn think of the hip hop and dance music you listen to?"

Scott chuckled at his father's perceptiveness. "She says it's not really music."

"She's probably right there, mate," Harry laughed. "I'll tell you what. When I was with Catherine, I'd go to Led Zeppelin and David Bowie concerts, and she'd never join me. Christ, she was only eight years younger than Dad! I regularly met other girls, but at the time I was too fixated on Catherine to date anyone else. But, let me say this, I'm glad Catherine and I never worked out, because I met your Mum soon after arriving back in Australia, and she is the best thing to ever happened to me. Of course, I ended up with two great sons who I'm pretty damn proud of, and who wouldn't have existed if I'd stayed with Catherine."