You Don't Mess with Them

"I like spicy, but I'll only go with you on one condition."

"And that is?"

"That you make love to me right here, right now."

"Yes Ma'am, anything you say, Ma'am." I took her in my arms and held her for a few minutes while I kissed her before starting work on undressing her. "How come you're here this early, didn't you have to work until 5:00 or something?"

"I gave myself an early mark just to be with you."

"I for one, am not complaining." I told her just before putting my tongue to work elsewhere on her body.

We were one of the first customers in the restaurant so were served quickly, and finished in record time and found ourselves back in our room before 8:00 and we had just reached our first simultaneous climax not long after that. Sometime later, after orgasm number eleventy-seven, "Darling."

"Hmm, yes?"

"How would you like a trip into the country tomorrow, or is that today?"

"I've just come back from the country." I was half asleep and not firing on all cylinders.

"I would like you to come with me and meet my family."

I was instantly awake. Meet the family could only mean one thing, she was wanting to get their approval of me, and this could only lead to the dreaded 'c' word. Was I ready for that? Did I know her well enough to make a commitment after what was it, a week. My now alert brain told me that, yes, I was. "I'd like that, now could we get some sleep, I want to be at my best when I meet them, I have a habit of stuffing my foot in it if I'm not ready for the situation. You'll need to fill me in, but not now, because I won't remember any of what you tell me while I'm asleep." I kissed her goodnight, she kissed me and sleep was forgotten for some time.

I had seen Ye Olde English manor houses on those restoration documentaries on TV and this one looked like the before part before millions were lavished on it. "When was the last time this had a coat of paint?" I asked her as we rounded the bend in the drive and the vista opened up before us.

"Would you believe that we're not allowed to paint it, the best we can do is to have it steam cleaned occasionally, but that costs more money than Dad can afford right now."

"I noticed on the gate post that visiting hours were between 10:00 and 3:00 on Saturday and Sunday and by appointment during the week, your parents wouldn't make a fortune on the gate takings, would they?"

"Every little bit helps and we need every little bit right now, Dad is a member of Lloyds and had to cough up most of his inheritance to cover their losses."

"How come? I would have thought that they would have a contingency plan to cover any shortfall in funds."

"They do, but hidden away in the fine print is a clause that states that members have to cover any losses, it's just that the recent run of disasters is one of the few times that members have been called on to bail them out, and everyone had forgotten about the existence of that clause. A lot of members lost everything, we were lucky in that Dad had investments that covered most of his share of the burden."

"Is this the reason that you're working where you do?"

"Yes, plus the fact that I enjoy the cut and thrust of the market, it's almost a drug of dependence, I have to have it."

"Oh."

"Don't get your knickers in a twist, like all drugs, there is always a better one available, and I think that I've found the perfect new one." She reached across and grabbed my cock and held it until we had stopped in front of the ancestral pile, releasing her hold in time for him to relax from his half erect status before we got out of her Jag.

We climbed the front steps to be greeted by her parents. "Hi Mummy, Dad, this is the man that I've been raving about for the past week. Mark Wallace, this is my father Roger Heywood and my mother Nerida." We shook hands while a servant collected our bags from the boot of the car.

"Pleased to meet you." I had decided to play down my Ocker image, I didn't think that they would be ready for a 'g'day' just yet, break it to them slow, let them get to know me before I hit them with it.

"Come in, we're pleased to meet any friend of Jane's." She led us to the dining room where tea and scones were set out on the polished mahogany table, very posh I must say.

"Tell me, Mark is it, where did you two meet?"

"Our eyes met across a crowded room and it was love at first sight, all I had to do was to fight my way through the crowd that she was with and rescue her from a night of boredom. From then it was just a matter of charming her with my magnetic personality. The rest, as they say, is history."

"There is little truth in that, I was with Brendan and he left me for some tart, Mark saw this, and how upset I was, and took pity on me and here we are."

"Your accent, you're not . . ."

"And here I was thinking that I could fool you. Yes I'm Australian, I live in Sydney and am over here researching my family history. Before you ask, I'm a Mining Engineer and have very good future prospects. These scones are delicious by the way, did you make them yourself?" I asked Nerida.

"Yes I did, and thank you, it's not often my cooking gets complimented." She glared at her husband.

After tea Jane took me on a guided tour of the house. The family living quarters were on the second floor at one end, while the rest was open to the public and these were magnificent with a hall that sported walls covered with portraits of the ancestors and hunting trophies, while the library would was big enough to do a large country town proud. The banquet hall seated about thirty people around a large table, it was set for a dinner with polished glasses and gleaming cutlery. "This gets used for wedding receptions and, along with guest accommodation, is quite a good money spinner." Jane said. She looked at me, "When I get married it will be here." Before I could respond she kissed me.

"That would be nice." I hoped that I sounded suitably sincere.

"Come, I'll show you the bridal suite." She grabbed my hand and led me up the magnificent staircase to the second floor.

"Wow, would you look at that bed." It was the biggest bed that I'd ever seen, its four carved posts holding a canopy.

She jumped on it and bounced up and down on it. "Come on, try it!" She squealed like a little girl getting her first doll for Christmas. I jumped on and bounced to the centre of the bed and into her arms. "Doesn't this feel great?"

"Very comfy." I couldn't help myself, I just had to kiss her. The bed felt just right, she felt just right. "If we don't get off this bed I'll not be held responsible for my actions." I told her. She was just about to say something when there was a knock on the door

"Jane, I know you're in there"

"Shit, talk about timing." Jane whispered to me. "What is it?" She replied.

"The first tour group of the day has just arrived and you should straighten the bed and come downstairs. By the way, there's a phone call for you, it's Brendan and he doesn't sound pleased."

"Shit again, I was supposed to be going with him this weekend, and what with seeing you again I completely forgot about it."

We tidied the bed and went downstairs. She picked up the phone. "Hello?"

Even from where I stood, I could hear his angry voice telling her that he had called around to her flat to find that not only wasn't she there, but that she hadn't come home all night, and then only calling it to grab some clothes before heading home. That was when he dropped the cruncher. "Who was that bastard that was with you? You are supposed to be my girlfriend."

"Don't get angry with me, you come and go as you please and with whoever you please, you have given up the right to think of me as your girlfriend, not that I ever was, I was a fashion accessory for you to squire around when you wanted to make an impression. You had your tarts for any real relationship, so fuck off, I don't want to see you again!"

"That was a bit strong, don't you think?" I asked.

"Yeah, but it had to be said, but I know that I'm going to regret this outburst."

"He'd better not try anything, or he'll have me to answer to." It sounded tougher than I felt, I didn't know what I was letting myself in for, and if I did I, would be feeling even less tough.

"I'll be fine, don't worry, let's just enjoy the weekend.

I'll give her this, she tried hard to lighten the mood and probably would have succeeded if not for Brendan turning up late in the afternoon with a couple of heavies. It could have been nastier than it was if not for Roger coming and standing beside Jane. "Brendan, the police are on their way and I think that you should leave before they got here."

"You haven't heard the end of this be any means, just wait until I see you at work on Monday, then you will get a taste of what happens when you embarrass me like you've done today."

"I think that you should maybe rethink that threat." I looked at him as I spoke.

"And just who do you think you are, Smartarse?"

"I have the potential to become your worst enemy if you try anything against Jane or her family." It was pure bluff of course, I just hoped that he didn't realise that. Brendan and his mates stormed off, spraying gravel all over the place just to let us know that they weren't happy.

"What did you mean by that?" Roger asked me.

"It was a bluff, I don't know what I'll do if he calls it, run probably."

"I don't want you getting yourself beaten up just for me." Jane said softly.

"If I do get beaten up, you will come and see me in hospital, won't you?"

"How can you put yourself in this position, you hardly know me?"

"That's not the point. If I saw a girl, it doesn't matter who it was, getting threatened like you have just been threatened, I would step in and try to help her in any way that I could. That it's you that's been threatened has just made me even more determined."

"I won't let you get hurt, there has to be some way to prevent this."

"You two are staying here tonight, aren't you? You weren't thinking of driving back to town tonight were you?" Nerida asked.

"No Mother, we were going to stay the night. It will give us time to plan a strategy to avoid bumping into him before Monday."

Dinner was a subdued affair, there were several attempts to start a conversation but these all died as quickly as they had begun. We sat in the library and Roger wheeled out a couple of single malts for me to try. I'm not a fan of whisky but I knew class when I tasted it, it didn't tear the lining from my mouth and throat on the way down like some whiskies that I'd tasted. I would have quite happily stuck with wine, but he insisted and I didn't want him to think that I didn't appreciate the gesture. In his own way he was telling me that he approved of me.

It was quite late when we went to bed in Jane's old room with its familiar things scattered around, like her riding ribbons and trophies, and several photos of her and a rather fine looking black horse. She saw me looking at the photos. "That's Warlock, his full name was Basingstoke Champion Warlock, he and I won a heap of trophies in local horse shows, but that was before I had to have him put down."

"What happened?"

"He fell on the cross country course during a three day event and broke a leg. I had him put down straight away, I didn't want him to suffer. It didn't hit me until the next day that I wouldn't have him around anymore."

"That's so sad, I must say the picture of you in the dressage is pretty spectacular, a symphony in black and white." I wanted to take her mind from her loss and reinforce the successful partnership she had with him.

"Yes, he was a great dressage horse, I just had to sit there and let him do the hard work. Once he learned the procedure he could do it blindfolded. But his real strength was the cross country, he trusted me not to put him to a jump that he couldn't take easily. Unfortunately his landing on a wet day caused him to slip and all his weight was on one leg and it snapped. I knew as soon as I heard it break that I had no option but to have him put down. Even if he'd recovered from the break, his career in eventing was over, he'd never have the confidence to take a jump again."

"You're fully into this sport aren't you?"

"Yes, but it costs a lot of money and I can only afford it if I keep working in my current job or something like it. Do you play any sports?"

"I played the usual, cricket in the summer and rugby in the winter, I was moderately successful at both at Uni, I made the A grade team in both."

"I just bet you were, you have that look about you that tells me that you'd be good at any sport you turned your hand to, and as for your athleticism, I can vouch for that, but I will need reminding." The look on her face told me that I'd be busy for some time. She took my hand and held it between her legs. "I want you in me now."

It wasn't immediate, my pushing my cock into her moist pussy, I teased her unmercifully with my foreplay, until she was begging for me to fill her with my cock and, eventually, my sperm.

The next morning Roger took me on a guided tour of the estate that had two purposes, the first was so that he could sound me out and see just how serious I was about Jane, to see whether my interest was more about her wealth than her as a person. The second reason was so that Jane and Nerida could have a heart to heart, Nerida wanting to know how serious Jane was about me, and Jane wanting to know if her mother approved of me. When Jane and I compared notes later we concluded that the results were very satisfactory. We made no secret of the fact that we had slept together the night before and had made love, and that we would continue to enjoy each other's company to the full.

The rest of the day was spent as a group, the four of us doing family things, like taking tour groups through the house, exercising the horses, a new experience for me, never having climbed on one before, but Jane selected a quiet mare that forgave my inexperience as we cantered across the paddocks, I think they call them fields here. After half an hour I was confident enough to attempt my first fence and the mare carried me safely to the other side, much to Jane's surprise and pleasure. "We'll make an eventer of you yet." She shouted to me as I rode triumphantly to her.

After a pleasant dinner, we all sat sipping coffee in the Drawing room. "Mark, I know that you and Jane have only known each other for a short time, but Nerida and I have had a long discussion and have decided that, should you wish to continue seeing Jane, we have no objection."

"What my husband is trying to say is that we like you and welcome you into our family."

"We haven't got to that stage yet, you'll scare him off if you're not careful." Jane smilingly told them.

"I don't think that that's likely." I smiled at all of them. "Once I make up my mind about something, I tend not to change it without a very good reason."

Both Roger and Nerida gave us their blessing, and I couldn't have been happier with their acceptance of me, even to the point of them getting out of bed at some ungodly hour to prepare breakfast for us and see us on our way back into London, so that Jane wouldn't be late for work.

"I like your parents." I said as we turned out of the drive onto the B road that would take us back to the Motorway and back to London.

"And they like you, Dad told me that he thought that you would be a good catch, but reserved judgement on me going to Australia to live. I told him that he was jumping the gun and that we hadn't reached that stage in our relationship. I want to take my time with you, I know that I love you, and that any relationship involves some compromise on both sides, so I'm not going to force any decision on you about where we're going to live, or if you even want to marry me."

"That bit I'm sure of, yes I want to marry you, as for the rest, we will have to look at all of our options before making any decisions."

We had almost reached the Motorway and she pulled to the side of the road. "Mark Wallace, you're a pretty amazing guy for an Australian, I love you so much." She leaned over and gave me a kiss full of passion that left me both breathless and speechless, who would have thought that when I arrived here, not that long ago, that I'd meet the woman of my dreams. I kissed her back with equal passion, and it was some time before we re-joined the rest of the world.

Jane dropped me off outside my hotel before heading to work, and I walked up to my room to find trouble waiting for me in the form of Brendan and a couple of mates. "Here he is, did you have a good time fucking my girlfriend?"

"I don't know your girlfriend, do I?" I said as forcefully as I could.

"Don't be a smart arse with me, you know my girlfriend very well, too well it seems. I think that I should explain to you the facts of life."

"My parents already told me about the birds and the bees."

"Shut the fuck up!" He was getting rattled by my lack of fear (if only he knew, I was shitting myself) "You need to be taught a lesson. You just don't mess with me, get it?"

"What I get is that you have managed to somehow get into my room, I can only assume that you used some form of leverage over the staff here, and you are threatening me with some form of violence if I do not stop seeing Jane. Now forgive me if I'm wrong here, but you abandoned her for some whore who had promised not only to fuck you, but provide you with some chemical stimulation. From that point you gave up any claim on Jane's affections, it was your decision to leave her alone, as it was her decision to walk away from what appeared to be a disastrous relationship. It has dented your ego somewhat that she should walk away from you, because you think that your shit doesn't stink, and that you're some sort of big shot in this town. Let me tell you, you jumped up little shit, if you mess with me you'll live to regret it."

"You don't know who you're dealing with here, my father is a very powerful man, and if you mess with me, you mess with him."

"Oooh, I'm so scared, excuse me while I go and change my jocks, I've just shit myself."

"Don't just stand there," He yelled at his mates, "Grab him!"

They tried with little success, as they approached me I kicked the nearest in the balls and when his mate hesitated for a nanosecond I managed to get one onto his chin that rattled his teeth and sent him staggering back against the wall. "Do you want to try, now that your support has deserted you?" I walked towards him kneeing the first guy in the face while he was still bent over holding onto his aching balls. He took no further part in proceedings, as did his mate who put his hands up in surrender. "Get your mates and get the fuck out of here before I call the cops!"

"You haven't heard the end of this." He managed to say before he grabbed his mates and headed for the door.

"I hope for your sake that you don't want to start something." Actually, I hoped that he did because I had an ace up my sleeve.

I rang Jane at her work. "I've just had a pleasant discussion with your boyfriend."

"Did you? We were wondering where he was, word is that he has missed an important meeting and the boss isn't happy. What happened?"

"He had a couple of mates with him and he tried to tell me to keep well away from you."

"And?"

"Let's put it this way, he's gone off to round up more troops, three of them weren't enough."

"Darling, I hope that you haven't started something that will get you hurt."

"I haven't started anything, I don't start fights, just finish them, and he can get all the troops that he can muster and the result will be the same, I'll finish it, I have friends in this town I'll have you know."

"There's got to be another way of getting back at him."